Infinite Pro Wrestling — First Contact.
Jun 15, 2022 22:52:56 GMT -5
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INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
FIRST CONTACT
LIVE! from 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, June 19th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
“This always happens, words about your actions
I've been here before a hundred times
So what's the point of being disappointed
Guess it's just the story of my life
Story of my life
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Story of my life”
‘Story of My Life’ by ILLENIUM and Sueco begins to play as the feed comes to life and pyro erupts along the stage, all of the LCD boards light up with the First Contact graphics and as the pyro ends? We’re given a panoramic shot of the entirety of the 3Arena in the heart of Dublin, Ireland. The arena is SOLD OUT at a maximum capacity of over thirteen thousand fans packed inside, on their feet, and chanting.
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
As the music continues to play along, the camera feed pans down towards where the commentary table resides at the ringside area, where we’re met with the ever present team of Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey. A wave from Morrissey and a smile from Hartwell.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! THIS IS FIRST CONTACT! THE FIRST EVER PAY-PER-VIEW OF OUR COMPANY’S SHORT HISTORY! LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! IT IS THUNDEROUS INSIDE OF THE 3ARENA!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This is a historical night for Infinite Pro Wrestling tonight and there’s so much happening here tonight, and good news for you, Dominic, there are NO JAMROCKERS PRESENT TO COMMENTATE!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“PRAISE THE FUCKING LORD!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Though, tonight, there’s action from start to finish. A fight of the past and the present of this amazing sport, a legend and a future legend, a Hall of Famer and a future Hall of Famer, and they’re both fighting for one prize. A shot at whoever walks out here tonight as the first Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion. Tarah Nova and MYOJIN! They fight tonight to see who’ll make it all the way to Night of Champions!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And how about what we have after that? Jason Long promised at the beginning that every division he creates will shine as much as they can—and he’s made sure that the evergrowing Tag Team Division will show what other promotions on the Network are missing. He’s got four teams that are looking to prove themselves as the top tag team in Infinite Pro Wrestling. Chaos Theory, The Jamrockers, Donzig-gun, and The Dead End Express!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Then, we move onto our co-main events of the night. The first one being the Throne of Blood match, a match that many have waited weeks and weeks for since it was announced! Liz Karlson, Reckless Jack, JUDITH, and the replacement that was made at the previous Adrenaline episode, Cross Recoba! Those are four names that are going to do whatever it takes to become the first ever Infinite Pro National Openweight Champion!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And, of course, there’s the other main event — The finals of the Infinite Power Tournament, and whoever wins that match tonight will make history, they will become the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! Irina Sokolov, going past Leo Reza in the first round and then Cross Recoba in the second round, will meet to fight Ana Somnia, who went past Liz Karlson in the first round and then Alastor Touchdown in the second round, to see who’ll be the top champion in Infinite Pro Wrestling. One of them will be the face of Infinite Pro Wrestling by the end of the night!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“And they will, but up first… Tonight is the night where we find out who is the true monarchy of Infinite Pro Wrestling, who holds the crown of this company, as El Rey and Aren Mstislav finally go head to head since their initial face to face at Adrenaline II! El Rey might’ve beaten Aren’s… well, as the former X*Crown Champion says, ‘goon’ – but Aren has had tricks up his sleeve and needs this win to outshine! Let’s take it to the ring and see this battle for the throne!”
The camera pans over to the far side of the arena, where a single spotlight illuminates the X*Crown champion. For those new to the XHF, the crown is the top title on the Network, so no matter what baubles are on the line this evening, Zoran Sainovic IS the Infinite Pro Wrestling champion. He’ll just never defend his glorious collection in this dive. Standards.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Infinite Pro. I am not ze best wrestler here tonight, no, because I come to you in a non-wrestling capacity. Instead, please make First Contact with ze BEST manager on ze Network. You may know my client, El Rey.
The Final Boss extends a hand to introduce his ward, then becomes annoyed that the youth is sheepishly standing out of the light. Reaching over, he physically drags El Rey next to him.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Zis is El Rey. Zough I understand if you were trying to find parking, buy some potato based cuisine, or too busy shooting up heroine – and arriving a few minutes late, have NO IDEA who zis promising young man is. You see, El Rey is what we in ze business refer to as a curtain jerker. He is ze most successful champion in ze history of ze XHF, yet Infinite Pro has evaluated his talents as being worthy of ze warm-up act. What a difference two months make. Please don’t hold zese against Rey, and stigmatize him as some sort of loser. His poor treatment comes with IPW ownership being grotesquely jealous of ME, and taking it out on him with shoddy card placement.
El Rey looks like he wants to kill himself.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
NICE TRY, JASON! My heart bleeds for Rey. But even zough you make me physically ill with your treatment of El Rey, he will never break. So do your worst! Opener? Why not make him ze DARK MATCH tough guy!
EL REY
Now hang on-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Have some talent you need enhanced? Rey lives for zat shit!
EL REY
I really don’t-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
You want to have an Exploding Murder Hornet Cry Baby Barbwire Bra and Panties match? El Rey doesn’t no ze meaning of ze word fear-
EL REY
Hey Siri, what’s the definition of-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
No matter how violent, deranged, or degrading – El Rey won’t let you have ze last laugh, Jason!
EL REY
I really don’t mind-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
You can have him work ze opener, but you can’t take away his BONUS STAGE!
Suddenly that part of the arena lights up, to reveal a conveyer belt suspended twelve feet above Zoran – and a few dozen barrels stacked on either side of it. Yes, it’s the barrel breaking bonus stage from Street Fighter 2.
EL REY
Hang on, what the, this looks dangerous-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
With your hand-eye coordination? 20 seconds on ze clock - GO!
A barrel crashes down from the ceiling – El Rey cowers, then instinctively kicks it – sending splinters of wood and liquid flying everywhere. He’s still sheepish about the second barrel – but manages to awkwardly break it too. The bruises on his arms in the morning might look like ebola, but at the moment the adrenaline is keeping El Rey from feeling them.
EL REY
I’m doing it!
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Keep it up, sport!
3. 4. 5. With every barrel smash, El Rey gets cockier. Working in karate chops for 9. 10. 11. Mocking some famous Street Fighter moves like sonic boom. 16. Then just going full Karate Kid with crane kick after crane kick. He’s so absorbed in this bonus stage that he doesn’t notice the crowd’s reaction.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
20 out of 20! PERFECT!
El Rey smiles over, then realizes that his manager has put a hundred feet between the two men. That’s odd. At that moment, El Rey looks down at the barrels.
EL REY
Guinness? Am I even if legal age here?
El Rey must have just destroyed 300 gallons of Guinness. All the confidence this exercise built in him melts away, as he looks up at the angry mob of Dublin stereotypes that are now chasing him out of the arena with pitchforks. From the safety of a waiting car, Sainovic drives a few yards ahead of his protégé – yelling words of encouragement. Mostly about Guinness tasting like horse piss. If causing a riot doesn't get El Rey better bookings, then he might as well just let the IPW faithful beat him to death.
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOWL”
“All rise fore 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 his music cuts and we hear…
“I SAID
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO“
…and Zoran Sainovic comes out behind his client. El Rey shakes his head 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. Meanwhile Zoran marches down to ringside to support his “client.” The reaction brings a smile to his face and he walks to the corner and leans against it until the match begins.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
You just know El Rey is looking for revenge after Aren attacked him post-match on Adrenaline!
CHLOE HARTWELL
The King versus the Monarch! There can be only one.
"Power" blares from the PA system as the crowd gets hyped up. Smoke billows in from the back and travels to the ring. Random people come from the back and line up on the ramp as a throne ascends from a trapdoor. The throne is dark but as soon as the people stand at attention spotlights shine on the throne with Aren sitting in position showing he's bored. He pushes off the throne and begins to make his way to the ring. He steps onto the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the arena. He looks at the crowd once more and lifts his arms to his side taking in the energy of the people. He jumps from the turnbuckle and points at his throne. Which falls back into the trapdoor as flame pyro shoots from around it and the last scene is of Aren looking and waiting for his opponent.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
It is time to kick start First Contact! Let’s go!
MATCH ONE
EL REY vs AREN MSTISLAV
The crowd roar with approval as both men stand in their respective corners, never taking their eyes off of each other. The tension in the air is building as the referee calls for the bell, and like an explosion EL REY launches out of his corner and nails AREN MSTISLAV with a DIVING LARIAT that looks to try and decapitate him! Both men are back to their feet almost instantly, and soon enough they begin to exchange blows. Eventually Aren ducks a wild swing from El Rey, and whips the former X*Crown Champion off the ropes, on the return Aren pops El Rey up into the air looking for the HIGH STANDARDS - But El Rey adjusts his body mid air to hit an insane FRONT DROPKICK - backflipping to his feet as he does so. Aren staggers backwards, and El Rey steps in with an ARMDRAG!
CHLOE HARTWELL
You know what this means!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Arm drag city!
Aren is right back to his feet, but El Rey catches him with another ARMDRAG sending the bigger man sprawling across the ring. El Rey goes to grab the arm once more and send Mstislav flying one more time, but Aren holds his ground, before using the arm that El Rey is hoking to pull him into a brutal SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! El Rey slumps to the mat, taking the hit at full strength. Now Aren Mstislav begins to circle his prey, waiting for El Rey to regain his senses after being knocked silly. El Rey rolls to all fours and begins to scramble towards the ropes, when Aren steps in with a BOOT TO THE CHEST causing El Rey to roll towards the corner. Aren smirks as he heads to the opposite corner, staring El Rey down and all but daring him to get to his feet.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren Mstislav is looking to end things here.
CHLOE HARTWELL
A victory over a third generation superstar, and a former X*Crown champ could do a lot for Mstislav in IPW!
El Rey surely does, slowly, but methodically climb to his feet using the turnbuckle to aid him. There are some shouts from the crowd as they try to warn him, but El Rey assumes they are cussing him out so he flips the double bird, before turning around and KING’S COURT!!!!
Aren almost folds El Rey in half as he nails him with the spear! Mstislav rolls to scramble for the cover, grabbing at the body of El Rey, who is holding his abdomen in pain! Aren hookes the leg, and the referee slides in for the pinfall….
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!?
CHLOE HARTWELL
What!!?
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Did he? Oooohh…no…look.
Aren Mstislav’s eyes grow wide as he hears the three, but the referee doesn’t call for the bell, instead he’s trying to explain to Aren - what the rest of the world has now realised. With a smirk on his face, El Rey has his foot on the bottom rope. He uses the momentary distraction to pull himself under the ropes and onto the apron, as Aren realises what is happening. El Rey grabs the top rope and launches himself into the ring with a big SLINGSHOT DIVING FOREARM~ but wait! ~ Aren preempts El Rey and absolutely nails him with a huge YAKUZA KICK!!! El Rey slumps to the mat once more after taking another heavy hit. Aren Mstislav isn’t looking to waste any time this time around, and he grabs the head of El Rey, moving into position and locking in the GOLDEN STANDARD!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
It seems like Aren has found a way to neutralize the high octane offence of El Rey!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
You take anyone down to the mat, and it’s going to cut off a lot of their offence.
Aren is on one knee, with El Rey arched backwards in the dragon sleeper, and just as it looks like El Rey is beginning to fade, out of nowhere he lifts both of his legs - putting a lot of weight and pressure onto his neck, but he lifts the legs and wraps them around the head of Aren Mstislav, and takes Aren down with a HURRICARANA REVERSAL! The crowd go absolutely nuts for something they haven’t seen before. El Rey rubs his neck, before heading towards the turnbuckle where Aren landed….El Rey looks down, then to the top turnbuckle, and the buzz begins to build in the crowd, because they know what is coming.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
El Rey is going to take to the skies!
With a long deep breath, El Rey stands atop the top turnbuckle, and with a wink to the camera launches himself through the air with the 630 SENTON!!! The move takes it’s toll on both men, but eventually El Rey scrambles for the pinfall….
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
NO!!!
KICKOUT BY AREN MISTISLAV!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
That could have been it for a lot of competitors, but Aren Msitislav is not going down easy!
Inside the ring, El Rey slams the mat in frustration he grabs Aren by his hair and slowly pulls him to his feet. Aren is wildly reaching out, trying to prevent El Rey from doing - whatever it is he’s planning, but with determination, El Rey kicks Aren in the stomach forcing him into position for….
SOCIETY KILLER!!!!
The crowd go ape shit, as El Rey seems to put the final nail in the coffin. He rolls over, keeping the legs of Aren hooked as once more the referee goes for the count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings, and “Wolves” hits the PA system, El Rey climbs back to his feet, and the referee holds his arm in the air. El Rey looks down at Aren, smirking, before stepping away from the referee and holding his own arms in the air, his cocky swagger on full display whilst Zoran Sainovic applauds his “client” from the outside..
CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner….ELLLLLL RRRRRRREEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
What a hard fought bought to open the show here tonight!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren really did try and put El Rey through his paces, and he came close at one point.
CHLOE HARTWELL
But in the end El Rey stands tall, while the Monarch is looking at the lights.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren said there’s only room for one member of Royalty in Infinite Pro Wrestling, and tonight El Rey staked that claim for himself.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Those are the shorts?”
Starwipe into a shot of The Jamrockers, Jim n Al, walking through their locker room backstage. Both men are dressed similarly with Touchdown rockin’ a sweet as hell Hawaiian shirt that’s red with aqua palm trees on it while Cooldown is wearing a sky blue Hawaiian shirt with pink flowers on it. Both men are rocking these sweet as hell shirts unbuttoned with nothin’ beneath. Straight up fabric to skin. Both of The Jammers in Paradise are also rockin’ similar denim jean shorts, or jorts as some may call them.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Yeah, man. Exactly. These are them. See, you gotta start thinkin’ about the shorts as an extension of yourself. They gots to reflect YOU as an individual. Know what I’m sayin?”
Touchdown leans back, nodding his head sagely.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Haha, yeah man, totally. Uh, let me ask ya a question then. How did you get that awesome fray along your shorts??”
Touchdown points at Cooldown’s rippling thighs. Cooldown’s awesome jorts are cut off mid-thigh with frayed ends for cool points.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Well that is because, you sir, bought denim shorts. As you are one to do. Whereas I went out and bought denim jeans…”
Cooldown makes a cutting scissor motion with his fingers across his RIPPLING thigh.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“...and cut em. Thus the fray. It’s a more authentic look.”
Touchdown studies his partner’s shorts. Deep in thought.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Authentic, huh? Interesting… Much to think about...”
There is an uncomfortably long moment of silence. Touchdown nods his head.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“So… Why did you cut them so high?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Right, right. I’m glad you asked. See it limits you and it restricts your leg movement. So you-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“You’re gonna get more pre-match training and steps in ‘cause ya got more leg room?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Exactly.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Y’sure about that?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Right, well take the widest stance possible that you can. Right now.”
Touchdown is apprehensive at first, but eventually he gives in and begins sliding his feet apart. He drops low-ish, but not too low, because of the shorts.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Ok, may I be candid?… I’m… Yeah, I’m maxin’ out around this area.”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“That’s low. But it’s not…”
Cooldown begins sliding his feet apart as he stares at Touchdown coldly. He begins lowering himself lower, and lower, grunting with effort as he gets lower. He stops about a foot from the ground.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (awed whispering)
“Go….Go!”
He gestures with his arms to his crotchal region.
JIMI COOLDOWN (struggling with effort)
“BEHOLD”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“What do you think about what’s being presented to you right now?”
Touchdown nods, what else is there to say? One thing, actually.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yuuuuuuup Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuch to think about!”
Cooldown begins flailing his arms around the sides.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“See, look at this? We can move around this locker room FREELY. We have more room for activities and our training regimes.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Are ya gettin’ a rise?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“I’m gettin’ a rise! But, see, the shorts aren’t preventing me-”
He flails his arms out further.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“From jammin’ how I want to jam. See if ya didn’t have the longboys on ya, you could achieve such high level stretching y performance.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“REALLY now?”
Touchdown scratches his beard in thought, it’s a great thinkin’ beard. He shakes his head after a moment.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Lemme keep it one hundred, ‘cause you know me and that’s all I know how to be, if we were to grab a couple spy glasses and do a lil snoopin’. D’you think we’re gonna stumble across a lotta denim in the other roster member’s bags?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Listen, bro. They have yet to unlock the secret of the denim. Once you…control it…a new world of possibilities opens up. But, you gotta be careful.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Careful?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Denim’s great. But you gotta pop ‘em off every now and then. Dig?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yeah I had a pair of blue jeans that I wore everyday. Blew out the crotch on ‘em. But you can’t wear ‘em everyday eh.”
Cooldown nods solemnly.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Alright enough of this nonsense. How’re you feelin? I mean, I’m glad we’re gettin’ our training in, but with the clusterfuck and the lil, Fired Up? Or whatever thing you’re involved in, we got a lot on our plates. We need a win, if nothing else than because I’m gettin’ fuckin’ bored to tears observing the same promo against us everytime we have a match.”
Cooldown shuffles back to his feet.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“If it pleases and sparkles, I’d like to say that I’m feelin’ pretty good. Because it seems to me, that all you see, is the same old shit every week on TV said by the same old people that DO. NOT. GET. IT! There’s a reason everywhere ya look, y’see those good ol’ fashioned Jamrockers. Ya wanna talk about “overhyped”? “Overhyped”?! We’re over AND hyped. That’s for good fuckin’ REASON! Ya can sit there and throw out the same old critiques that everyone else makes, but bell-to-bell? There ain’t NOBODY that can compare to The Jamrockers!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“That’s for true. No matter how many times we prove worthy of our self-aggrandizing, mouth breathers will likely just say the same old shit, callin’ us brothers too which we fuckin’ AREN’T. From the homophobic Dead End Express to Chaos Theory yellin’ at clouds. It’s time to shake the game up, daddy-o. LET’S CHANGE THE SYSTEM!”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“FUCKIN’ KICK OUT THE JAMS!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“DISPUTER OF THE CHAOS THEORY!”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“DE-RAILER OF THE DEAD END EXPRESS”
They look at each other and yell in unison.
TOUCHDOWN Y COOLDOWN
“WHO THE FUCK IS DONZIG-GUUUUUUUUUUN~!!!!”
Chest bumps, high fives, elaborate handshakes, shakin both fists, dancin’, gettin’ low. These boys are ready to play at First Contact.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yeah! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s fuckin’ go! We’re ready, we’re bready, get USED to it! Can I see the stance one more time?”
Cooldown snaps out of their orgy of madness.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Oh…uh…y-yeah!”
Cooldown brings his palms together above his head, he lets out a deep breath, and assumes the position. Sinking lower, lower, lower, and eventually? The promised land.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Bro. That is bad. Ass.”
We cut to somewhere more boring.
PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE RETURNS NEXT MONTH WITH...
Are you ready?
The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with their back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over their eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on their face, raising their arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.
With their blonde locks hanging over their face, they whip their head back, flipping hair out of their face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on their feet near ringside!
They climb up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshot into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on their side with a hand on their hip. The other, taking off their mask to reveal their piercing blue eye contacts. They toss it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting their head upward as if they’re looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. They backflip off, back onto their feet while taking off their flamboyant coat and moving to their corner. The lights go back to normal as they check their wrist tape. The charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as they paces back and forth, ready for action.
The arena's lights go completely black. The only sounds that can be heard is the chirping of the fans that sit around the arena until suddenly a woman whistling a tune can be heard from the speakers. After a few moments, the whistling stops and suddenly you hear the word ‘RUN’ echo before gentle strobe lights hit the arena. As “Rainy Day” by Ice Nine Kills plays as the strobe slows down and a light lands at the center of the stage, showing TARAH NOVA herself standing there. Slowly, Tarah would look out at the crowd with a sadistic smirk on her lips before lifting her bat off her shoulder to point it at her opponent; which caused the crowd around her to blow up in cheers.
Once done she places her bat back on her shoulder and would gracefully walk down the ramp with the spotlight on her every move as the crowd around her chants: "SAVIOR. SAVIOR. SAVIOR." Slowly she walks off the steps in the left corner of the ring, and wipes her boots off on the side before entering the ring. With her eyes focused on the match at hand, Nova would look out at the crowd one last time, her twisted smile never leaving her face as she places her bat down and leans into the corner of the ring, awaiting the bell.
MATCH TWO
INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CONTENDERS MATCH
TARAH NOVA vs MYOJIN
With both opponents inside the ring, the bell signals the match start and the crowd is electric at the sight. Both opponents quickly shake hands, but Tarah holds onto MYOJIN’s hand. A little head tilt to match the grin on her lips. Myo seems a bit confused, but Tarah simply releases their hand afterwards. Both opponents begin circling one another, clapping to get the crowd into things as they meet in the center. Forearms are flying as soon as they meet, both trying their best to outdo the other in this already high paced match. MYOJIN gains the upperhand, quickly turning the tide with a well placed SPINNING BACKFIST to the jaw of Tarah Nova.
Tarah is a bit stunned, allowing MYOJIN room to nail her with a SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX that sends her across the ring. Tarah rolls through the move, sitting up on one knee as she stares at MYOJIN from aross the ring. A little sadistic look on her face as the crowd cheers for both competitors. Just as soon as MYOJIN turns around, Tarah nails a RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK to her opponent. MYOJIN sent flying into the turnbuckle behind them as Tarah stays on the attack. It’s clear that both opponents want to win this one as much as the other.
Tarah fires away with CHOPS TO THE CHEST, lighting MYOJIN up like a Christmas tree. As soon as MYOJIN slumps down into the corner, Tarah trades chops for solid knee strikes to the face. MYOJIN attempts to cover up from the hits, but it’s not enough room for the opposition to create space. Tarah lets up on her attack, arms spread outwards at her sides as she lets out a loud roar. The crowd responds accordingly as Tarah turns her attention back towards MYOJIN.
Tarah drags MYOJIN to the center of the ring, looking to get a pin this early into the match.
ONE!
TW-
MYOJIN kicks out! Tarah doesn’t seem too frustrated, having already seemingly thought of this action. She springs to her feet, quickly dropping both knees into MYOJIN’s sternum with a JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE DROP before it transitions into a STANDING MOONSAULT DOUBLE KNEE DROP. MYOJIN rolls out of the ring to catch their breath, arms wrapped around their midsection as they try to catch their breath.
Tarah nods her head, rebounding off of the ropes behind her to sail over the middle rope. But, MYOJIN has the move calculated as they send Tarah crashing into the barricade. Easily sliding out of the way as they get back into the fire. Tarah gets back to her feet, albeit shakily, to nail MYOJIN with a kick. But, MYOJIN catches her leg and sends her whirling with a DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP. Tarah is left seeing stars after colliding with the ring apron. MYOJIN tosses Tarah back into the ring as they seemingly get the fire back into them, following swiftly behind.
MYOJIN waits for the right moment as Tarah slowly but surely gets back to her feet. She’s doing her best to shake the cobwebs but MYOJIN shifts the momentum!
LOVE, FROM OSAKA!
Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick
Tarah is definitely seeing stars as MYOJIN quickly goes for the pin, but it’s not just any pin!
STARGAZER!
Modified Crucifix Pin
ONE!
TWOO!
THR-
TARAH KICKS OUT IN THE KNICK OF TIME!
The crowd is electric as both of the competitors are laying on the ring, seemingly wracking their brains to find stunts to pull out to outdo the other. Tarah manages to get to her feet first, surprisingly, as she rips into the chest of a kneeling MYOJIN with several SHOOT KICKS to the chest. MYOJIN’s chest looking like ground beef but Tarah isn’t finished just yet. She takes her right hand, palm facing towards the canvas, and rest her chin atop it as she wiggles her fingers at MYOJIN in a teasing manner. To seal the deal, Tarah nails a ROUNDHOUSE KICK to the temple of MYOJIN who is stunned from the move.
THE KILLJOY BUZZER!
Ripcord Right Hook
Tarah trades the usual slap for a right hand hook to the jaw of MYOJIN who crumbles to the canvas. Tarah stays on her opponent, hooking the leg as she leans into the pin with hope.
ONE!
TWOO!
THR-
NO! MYOJIN KICKS OUT VEHEMENTLY!
The crowd is going insane as Tarah slaps her hands on the mat in frustration, but that frustration costs her. MYOJIN gets to their feet, sizing up the still kneeling opponent as they nod their head a bit.
KISS AND TELL!
Rolling Savate Kick
The move connects and MYOJIN capitalizes on the moment. MYOJIN whips Tarah into one of the corners roughly, following swiftly behind as they go for their next move.
COMET DUST ELBOW!
Corner Handspring Backflip Elbow Smash
The move catches Tarah offguard as she slumps into the corner, though MYOJIN drags her to the center of the canvas looking to signal the end of the match. MYOJIN quickly looks to end things as they perfectly trap Tarah into their closing deal.
AQUILA!
Headscissors Kimura Lock
The move is cinched in hard as MYOJIN doesn’t allow Tarah to go anywhere near the ropes. Tarah struggles against her opponent, trying to get out of the move. Though, she cries out in pain the entire time. With nowhere to go, Tarah’s hand slaps onto the canvas quickly as MYOJIN releases the hold a moment later. Both opponents shifting away from one another as Tarah rubs at her now sore arm.
CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner via submission… MMMYYYOOOJJJIIINNN!
Both opponents are slowly standing to their feet now, MYOJIN’s hand raised in victory. Though, they take their arm away from the referee a moment later. Tarah about to exit the ring, but before she can, MYOJIN whips her around to force her to face them. The pair glare at one another, though the glares turn into matching grins as they share a hug. MYOJIN raises Tarah’s non-injured arm into the air as the crowd cheers for the woman.
THE SEASON FIVE KICKOFF IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER -- LIVE ON THE OWA NETWORK!
The lights in the building turn off, and as the crowd begins to react, a video begins playing:
Quick shots from the interior of a car as it cruises through a city at night. An angelic choir begins to echo as the shot fades to black slowly.
We may not know…
…which way to go…
13.06.22. Paris, France. 11:54 am.
The shot opens with a woman in a gray pants suit sitting in a director’s chair with one leg crossed over the other.
LACEY ELLIS
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lacey Ellis of WrestlingWithTheNews dot com! I have been sent here to the ever beautiful Paris, France on Tuna Meltzer’s dime ahead of IPW’s first pay-per-view for this WWTN dot com exclusive! Meeting with our esteemed guest and newest member of the Intense Pro roster, “The Infinite One” Mehrunes Smith!”
The shot jumps to reveal the lavishly dressed Mehrunes Smith sitting in a similar chair. He is half leant back in the seat.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”
Smith flashes a bright smile and sits forward. Lacey nods in response.
LACEY ELLIS
“Now, Mr. Sm-”
Smith immediately puts his hand up. Still smiling.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“No, we ain’t gonna do it like that. Please. Call me Mehrunes.”
Mehrunes flashes her a quick smile, Lacey Ellis responds in kind and continues after a short pause.
LACEY ELLIS
“Now, Mehrunes, last time anyone seen, or heard from you for that matter, was on NLW TV. Why, especially after losing the NLW Southern States Championship, have you decided on going to Infinite Pro Wrestling?”
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Well, Lacey, first I just wanna make it clear that I owe a lot to Next Level Wrestling and to Mr. Gunn. Personally. They took a chance on me when they really did need or have to. For that? I am grateful and ever thankful for the opportunities that I was given there. Fargo and myself made history, I made history, and that right there, Lace, is the crux of what I want to talk about: History. NLW? It has a storied history. If I were to say that NLW are the biggest fed on the Network, I wouldn’t be wrong, and that is in part to their immensely talented roster, but also to their storied history. From the Tommy Kellys and Erin Gordons, to the Finn Whelans and Nathan Cages, and finally, The End. I can look back at my time in NLW with a smile and say that I did everything I said I would do. I can look back on it satisfied.”
“But, IPW? Now that presents a new set of challenges. IPW presents yet another chance to make history. This time, not from The End but instead from the start. That’s what this is all about for me. Infinite Pro is on the cusp of its most important moment yet. The crowning of their first Champion. It seemed like such a perfect fit for a man like me.”
“Who better to witness history being made, than a history maker himself? Know what I’m sayin’?”
Lacey nods along as she listens intently. She smiles as Smith finishes his line and nods once more.
LACEY ELLIS
“It seems that in your absence for the lights and the cameras and the people, that you have undergone some changes. Both personally and physically. What inspired all these changes?”
Smith chuckles slightly and shifts in his seat.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“You forgot the most important aspect.”
LACEY ELLIS
“I-I did?”
Smith chuckles again, he taps a finger to his temple.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Mentality.”
“I changed personally, yes. I changed physically, yes. But, it’s up here that is a wrestler’s most important weapon. It’s up where I changed the most and changed for the better. In my absence I was able to sit back and I was able to observe. I wanted to see how things would shake out. A lot of these people that came in were people I had never heard of. I wanted to see what they could do. As far as I’m concerned, Infinite Pro Wrestling has talent alright, buuut do they have the right talent?”
“In ring ability? I’d say IPW blows most other feds out of the water. McCain, Sokolov, Reza, JUDITH, The Jamrockers, Dead End Express, Ana Somnia. All fairly new individuals to the Network, but the talent is there. The talent is there in droves. Name value wise? Reckless Jack? His brother? What is this? 2008?! Price? Held together by duct tape. Cross Recoba? Shouldn’t he be more focused on TAPOUT?”
“They’ve had talent until this very moment. But now? They have THE right talent. No doubt about it!”
Smith arrogantly gestures toward himself.
LACEY ELLIS
“You seem sure of your grasp of IPW’s landscape. Who stands out to you the most, in your opinion?”
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Well, that is an interesting question to pose. I’ll play my cards close to my chest for now, but, there are people who I believe have potential to carry this company to great heights. But, right now? My interests lie solely on one thang, and two people.”
“Irina Sokolov and Ana Somnia.”
“That should tell you right there exactly what my goal is.”
LACEY ELLIS
“The Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship?”
Smith sits forward, nodding his head.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“That’s right. I can’t think of a more fitting championship for The Infinite One…”
He flashes a quick smile before he stands up, putting his sunglasses back on.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“And I can’t think of a better place to make First Contact.”
The shot changes to a grass field. The camera moves through the blades of glass, stopping on a mirror propped up against a tree stump.
The shot fades to black.
LOTS
OF
SPACE
TO
BUILD
SUS
-
PENSE
MEHRUNES SMITH
“And I’m happy”
“To be here.”
Smith’s voice echoes over the house speakers and the crowd begin losing their fucking minds. Soulful keys echo from a piano through the speakers. Mint green, turquoise and white lights flash in time with the beat of the boom bap drums.
Look, I swear Paris will prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)
I'm in them places you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will prayed for…
As the opening chorus kicks off, MEHRUNES SMITH displays across the screens. The crowd roar and rise to their feet as The Infinite One struts his way out onto center stage under a turquoise spotlight. Dressed in an all burberry suit accented with gold chains and a gold wristwatch, he turns on the spot a full 360 with arms outstretched. A microphone is jammed into the back pocket of his suit pants. He takes in the reaction from the crowd with a smile on his face. Smith then begins walking and talking on his way down to the ring.
Smith climbs onto the apron and walks the whole length of the ring to the opposite post, which he then climbs and poses with one arm high in the air. He throws his head back as he takes in the reaction from the people. After a moment on the corner, he climbs down to the apron and steps between the ropes. Smith walks across the ring and climbs the far corner where he poses in a similar fashion. After a moment spent in the corner, Smith climbs down and makes his way to the middle of the ring. He spins 360 again amongst the adulation of the crowd in the 3Arena. The crowd is a mix of cheers, applause and various chants. All welcoming the debuting Mehrunes Smith.
Smith’s music fades and the dim lights lift. He pulls the microphone from his pocket and looks around with a smile on his face. The crowd don’t yet give Smith the opportunity to speak. Smith gives it one more moment, before he gestures to the crowd.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“If hearing the words weren’t enough proof for ya, then seeing is believing because Mehrunes Smith is RIGHT HERE in I! P! W!”
“EMPHASIS ON THE W!”
Smith poses, holding the microphone above him.
“As much as I’d love to stand out here and bask in this all night, I understand that something important is about to happen. Something important for all you in the seats, and those of you at home. Something that is important for all the people back there. Something that is important for me. This company is about to crown its first Heavyweight Champion.”
Smith pauses for the applause.
“It’s important for me, because whoever leaves here tonight with that belt, whether it’ll be Ana Somnia or Irina Sokolov, will have a target on their back. Not just from everyone in the back, but from me as well. And ladies? I got a whole lot of ammunition. When the time is right? I’ll shoot my shot and I ain’t gonna MISS.”
Smith drops the mic and mock fires a finger gun at the hard cam, as the crowd reacts with cheers and applause.
CASEY KINCAID
"The following contest is THE TAG TEAM CLUSTERFUCK GAUNTLET MATCH, and it is set for one fall!"
'Impermanence' by the Architects blasts across the arena, and Emily Black walks from the back before pausing at the top of the ramp. After a moment, the menacing form of Gavin Drake stalks out behind her as he bellows at the fans. And then he looks back over his shoulder. There comes a blast of pyro, and the hooded and masked form of Donzig storms out to join them. Though he blows past them, heading for the ring with bad intentions clearly on his mind.
CASEY KINCAID
"Introducing the team that drew at number one… being accompanied to the ring by Emily Black and at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-eight pounds… the team of Gavin Drake and Donzig… DONNNZIIIIGGG-GUUUNNNNN!!!"
The fans boo, and Donzig takes off his mask before passing it to Black. He stalks back and forth as Drake glares up at the ramp.
'Call the Devil my Friend' hits, and the fans cheer as Jack and Hank Haggard storm from the back. Hank's face is covered in a half boar mask, and he charges back and forth frantically as Jack glares at the ring from under his dust mask. Clancy follows a machete in his teeth as he wears a butcher's apron, and he points at the ring. Hank Haggard, Sr. follows holding his branding iron in his hand as he glares around at the fans. Then he heads for the ring behind his sons.
CASEY KINCAID
"And introducing the team that drew at number two… being accompanied to the ring by Clancy and Hank Haggard Sr and at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds… the team of Hank Jr and Jack Haggard… THE DEAD!!! END!!! EXPRESSSSSSSS!!!!"
The Haggards storm down to the ring, and Emily Black is angrily arguing with the ref. Gavin Drake, clearly not happy, fumes as he stares at them. Donzig leans on the top rope, looking bored at the four of them. Jack and Hank climb into the ring, Hank tearing off his mask as he yells while stomping back and forth. The referee steps between him and Drake, and shouts instructions. Jack smirks, grabbing his brother to pull him back. Donzig just stares with that same flat expression before he climbs over the ropes with a jerk of his thumb at Drake.
MATCH THREE
THE TAG TEAM CLUSTERFUCK GAUNTLET
THE JAMROCKERS vs CHAOS THEORY vs THE DEAD END EXPRESS vs DONZIG-GUN
(Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown / PRICE and Spike Kane / Jack Haggard and Hank Haggard / Gavin Drake and Donzig)
DING! DING!
Drake sneers at Hank, motioning for him to bring it on. And Hank charges in, clearly in a rage before he is dropped by a huge blow from Drake! He rolls back to his feet, and charges back in before he is hammered again! And a third time! Drake surely was annoyed, and as Hank rose for the last time he barreled across the ring to drive a huge knee into Hank's head. He grabs him, spinning him around before he plants a DDT! The Haggards on the outside fume, hammering their fists on the apron as Drake pulls Hank up to throw him at the ropes! Clancy grabs his foot, and Drake turns just in time to be clobbered across the back by Hank! The fans jeer, and Drake turns to be hit with another DOUBLE AXE HANDLE by Hank! Then Hank grabs his hair, pulling him into his corner to tag Jack! Jack wastes no time, coming onto the inside to deliver a NECKBREAKER to Drake! Drake is down, and Jack makes the quick tag to Hank! HIGH-ANGLE BACKBREAKER / RUNNING NECKBREAKER COMBINATION! Hank makes the pin as the Haggards go wild on the outside!
ONE!
TWO!
DRAKE KICKS OUT!
The fans give a mixed reaction, and Hank looks stunned as he argues with the ref. Then he drags Drake back to his feet, and shakes his head before he whips him at the ropes. But Drake reverses! The Haggards are stunned as Drake levels Hank with a LARIAT! But even more, he follows through and tags Donzig! With an air of indifference, Donzig steps into the ring and sneers at the Haggards before he runs at the rising Hank! KNEE LIFT FACEBREAKER! Hank falls, rolling towards his corner. Donzig stares at him, then tilts his head to look at Jack. The Scourge doesn't seem to care if he makes a tag or not. The Haggards look confused, Emily Black looks annoyed, Gavin Drake just laughs.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Donzig-gun are looking very strong now that the supposed ‘Scourge’ is in the match right now and legal, and of course, there’s Jack with the tag and he’s in. These two are, without a doubt, just staring one another down and this might get ugly!”
Jack makes the tag, and Donzig charges him as he steps into the ring! The Scourge batters away at him, throwing punch after punch before he starts to kick him into the corner with a string of obscenities! Then he turns and drives an ELBOW into the face of the protesting Hank to drop him from the apron. The ref tries to get him out of the corner and off the ropes, and Donzig yells at him as he drags Jack towards the middle of the ring. He throws a finger at his face, flinging him at the ropes before nailing a LOU THESZ PRESS on the rebound! Then Donzig makes the cover, and Jack kicks out at the two! Donzig glares, and then makes the tag to Drake! Drake comes to the inside, and he grabs the rising Jack to deliver a few HARD PUNCHES before he throws him at the ropes! Hank makes the blind tag, and Drake levels Jack with the SPEAR! Cover! But the ref calls him off, and Hank barrels inside to start battering KICKS AND PUNCHES at Drake. He rips him to his feet, and hits a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT! Hank smirks, and drops a quick elbow before making a quick cover!
ONE!
Donzig breaks the pin with a few stiff shots of his own! And the ref breaks it up, glaring at the other Haggards in warning. Donzig drags Drake to the corner, and the tag is made! Donzig wastes no time, grabbing Hank before he hits the…
EVENT HORIZON!
( Stunner. )
Hank drops, and Donzig runs back to the ropes where Drake makes a blind tag! But then Donzig comes off with a rebound, before diving through the ropes to crash into the Haggards! They all go down in a heap! Hank is climbing to his feet, and Drake points before he nails the…
RUNNING SINGLE LEG DROPKICK!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“WHAT A KICK! AND DOWN GOES HANK! DOWN GOES HANK AND DONZIG-GUN MIGHT’VE OPENED UP THE OPPORTUNITY NEEDED TO SURVIVE!”
Hank topples to the mat, and Drake goes for the pin! But the ref is distracted by the chaos at ringside as Donzig and the Haggards are brawling back and forth. Hank Haggard Sr. wastes no time, and cracks the branding iron across the head of Gavin Drake! The big man drops, and Hank Jr. grabs a hold to drive his head into the mat with a vicious DDT! Hank Haggard SR. bellows for the ref, and the man dives for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“MY GOD! DONZIG-GUN ARE OUT! THEY’RE ELIMINATED!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I don’t think that was meant to happen at all, but it happened, and Donzig looks absolutely pissed off right now! They’re the first team in and now they’re the first team out of the Tag Team Clusterfuck!”
Donzig is livid on the outside, and his eyes narrow dangerously on Hank Sr, but the sound of ‘Chaos’ by Hollywood Undead erupts the speakers and so do the crowd inside of the 3Arena.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh lord… OH LORD… BUSINESS HAS PICKED UP! BACK TO WHERE WE LEFT OFF AT ADRENALINE III!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Donzig-gun has been eliminated! Introducing the next entrants... the team of PRICE and Spike Kane... CHAAAAAOOSSSSS THEEEEEORRRRRYYYYY!!!”
Spike and PRICE waste no time charging down to the ring, with PRICE grabbing Hank to throw him into their corner. He drives his shoulder hard against the post, and then makes the tag to Spike. Spike comes to the inside, and shoves Hank into the corner to deliver a FEW BRUTAL LOOKING CHOPS. Then he lifts him high, snapping across the ropes before landing a STALLING SUPLEX! Spike makes the cover, and Jack runs across the ring to lay the boots to Spike!
PRICE starts to go inside, but is grabbed by Clancy who rips him off the apron. They start to throw punches, and Hank Sr. runs over with the branding iron lifted high. But he is spun around, and hit with the BLACK MIST by Donzig! Hank Sr. grabs at his face, staggering around before PRICE throws Clancy across the barricade into the crowd. The pair of Donzig and PRICE exchange a staredown, and PRICE shrugs as he returns to the ring as Donzig heads for the back. Meanwhile Hank has been dragged to his corner, and barely tags in Jack. Who comes inside, and charges at Spike! But Spike ducks under the CLOTHESLINE, and hits the SUPERFAST SUPERKICK! Jack is down, and Spike makes the tag to PRICE before he grabs Jack Haggard to set up the—
ENTROPIC DREAMS!
( Fireman's Carry into a PRICE Crash. )
—but Jack slid down the back of Spike and threw him over the ropes, making him fall hard onto the floor below! PRICE goes for a SPINNING BACKFIST attempt– but Jack boots the arm away and PRICE turns it back around into a DISCUS LARIAT! PRICE looks down at the fallen Jack and grabs him by the neck, bringing him back up to his feet and throwing him into the ropes, but Jack rebounds and is aware of what’s happening, ducking the boot attempt by PRICE and Jack rebounds again— URANAGE BACKBREAKER FROM PRICE! And now, PRICE goes for the cover on Jack!
ONE!
TW—
AND A KICK OUT FROM JACK!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Jack Haggard and PRICE have come to know one another very well since their first encounter weeks ago, and the two are just trading blows and countering each other’s moves like they’ve known each other for years!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That’s the beauty of going into a fight with someone, you learn some things from them, and both Jack and PRICE have learned a lot from one another since then—and if they’re not careful? It might turn out to be a god damn slugfest once again here at First Contact!”
PRICE drags Jack back up to his feet, but it’s Jack that begins a fight back with some punches and then some CLINCHED KNEE STRIKES right to the chest of PRICE and then a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE right into the back of PRICE that knocks him down onto his knees. Jack tries to pick PRICE up for a PILEDRIVER but PRICE fights out of it and goes back to landing a HARD BACKFIST right to the jaw of Jack, and then follows it up with another HARD BACKFIST right to the jaw before landing one final HARD BACKFIST onto the jaw before spinning around and going for the SPINNING BACKFIST again but just like before? Jack ducked the arm, and PRICE wasn’t going to let that slide as he continued to spin around—
BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!
( Spinning Left Handed Backfist. )
AND THIS TIME IT CONNECTED! Jack falls over in a heap after the fist landed right on the jaw and PRICE stumbled back into the corner to tag Spike back into the match, and he enters looking to cause pain onto Jack Haggard, who’s crawling towards Hank to tag himself out, but Spike lands a STOMP and bringing his foot down right onto the spine of Jack Haggard. Spike toyed with Jack, trying to tease that he’s so close to tagging out towards Hank—and Jack boots Spike right in the knee and Jack makes the tag! Hank is in the match right now and he’s going right after Spike with some CLOSED RIGHT HAND PUNCHES! Hank throws Spike into the ropes and then charges in with a KNEE LIFT right into the stomach of Spike! The Wild Boar grabs Spike by the throat and pulls him in closer to the center of the ring but as Hank lifts Spike for the CHOKESLAM– Spike slips free from the grip and goes right behind Hank, pushing him into the ropes and Spike shoots a HIGH KICK right to the head of the rebounding Hank Haggard!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“DAMN! That kick right to the head of Hank Haggard almost knocked him right the hell out, things aren’t looking too good for The Dead End Express right now, they’re looking worn out, they’re looking beaten up right now, they’re looking like they’ve reached the end of the line for them.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But now, you have to think, just how much is left in the tank? This isn’t the final team left, there’s still The Jamrockers backstage somewhere just waiting for a bell to be rung so that they can come out here and fight whoever is left—and if it is, by some miracle, The Dead End Express? They might not even last that long with just how brutal they’re going at it here with both Donzig-gun and Chaos Theory!”
Hank Haggard is now slowly bringing himself right up to his feet, using the closest ropes to him for leverage, as Spike looks to calculate with some more strikes and now landing a ROUNDHOUSE KICK right into the chest of Hank—though, what catches him off guard is Clancy Haggard trying to enter the ring from the other side of the ring, and that takes Spike’s eyes off of the ball as he goes to swing for the third brother of the Haggards. PRICE goes to give chase to Clancy, who simply hides right behind his father, and the referee is distracted as Jack slides into the ring and hands Hank something, he’s put something in his hand… IT’S A RAILWAY SPIKE! AND HANK DRIVES THE RAILWAY SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE DOME OF SPIKE! BUT SPIKE STAYS STANDING AND LETS OUT A MASSIVE ROAR RIGHT INTO HANK’S FACE! THE REFEREE HASN’T GOT A CLUE AND IS TRYING TO PRY PRICE AND HANK SR APART!
WAIT! INSIDE OF THE RING! THE JAMROCKERS HAVE JUST SLID RIGHT INTO THE RING! THEY’VE JUST SLID RIGHT BEHIND SPIKE—
HI-LOW!
( Total Elimination. )
AND THEY’VE JUST TAKEN OUT SPIKE! THEY’VE TAKEN OUT SPIKE! PRICE JUST REALISED WHAT’S AFTER HAPPENING AND THE JAMROCKERS LEAP OVER THE BARRICADE! THEY’RE RUNNING THROUGH THE CROWD AND SO IS PRICE TO GET THEM! BUT HE’S JUST LEFT A DOWNED SPIKE WITH THE DEAD END EXPRESS!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
( Burning Hammer (Jack) / Diving Knee Drop (Hank) combination. )
SPIKE IS DROPPED AND HANK IS GOING FOR THE COVER! PRICE IS BEING HELD BACK BY THE JAMROCKERS IN THE CROWD! THE REFEREE HAS NO CLUE WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“THE JAMROCKERS HAVE COSTED CHAOS THEORY THEIR CHANCE TO BE THE TOP TAG TEAM OF INFINITE PRO WRESTLING!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I cannot believe what we’re seeing right now! Chaos Theory, one’s who were leading favourites heading into this match, are now knocked out by The Dead End Express! The Jamrockers are somewhere out there with PRICE and he must be feeling like shit right now, being robbed of this win!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“They might not seem like very smart cunts, but they’ve calculated a massive win in their column right now, taking out the fresher team of Chaos Theory to go and face the beaten down and worn out Dead End Express.”
However, there wasn’t much time for Hank and Jack Haggard to celebrate as The Jamrockers were strutting their way through the crowd and hopped over the barricade. They look inside of the ring and watch both of the Haggard Brothers just look down at The Jamrockers slowly stepping up onto the apron and then enter the ring to continue the staredown with The Dead End Express.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen, Chaos Theory has now been eliminated… and now, entering the ring is the final entrant to this match… Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown… THE JAMMMMROCKKKERRRRSSSS!!!”
The Jamrockers and The Dead End Express. The final teams in this gauntlet match. The fans inside of the 3Arena are on the side of The Jamrockers right now, they’re jamming more than ever before right now, and they’re wanting to see them win so badly. The most over team right now in Infinite Pro Wrestling and the biggest dark horse and most underrated team to have ever shown up on the XHF Network in years. The two brothers look to one another and nod their heads as Jack and Hank both run in for BIG BOOTS but The Jamrockers go underneath and slide out of the ring—DOUBLE SUPERKICKS TO CLANCY! With PRICE having taken the father out of the equation, and now the third brother taken out of the picture, there’s no help left for The Dead End Express and they’re left to face The Jamrockers by themselves. The referee in the match tries to get the two teams into their own corners and bring order into this match, now leaving us with Alastor Touchdown and Jack Haggard in this match after Hank tagged out to recover from those kicks from Spike earlier.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Finally, we’re bringing some kind of normality back into this match, it’s been absolute chaos since the beginning and now we’re being given some real tag team wrestling right now.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Yeah, but you can really tell that The Dead End Express are one move away from being put down for good, they’ve been running through the mill in this match, and even having to go through one more team must be painful torture to them.”
Touchdown seems to be mocking Jack as they look to lock up—but Touchdown throws down Jack onto the mat and shouts “TOP GUY~!!!” at the top of his lungs! Though, Jack Haggard sweeps the legs and knocks Touchdown off of his feet, and the two spring back up to their feet just staring at one another! Jack Haggard is just smirking towards and Touchdown grabs onto the head of Haggard into a HEADLOCK and Haggard throws him into the ropes as he rebounds back and Touchdown brings him down with the SLINGBLADE! Touchdown goes for the tag on Cooldown, but he’s pulled off of the apron by Hank! Hank has pulled Cooldown off of the apron and throws him into the steps! Hank Sr looks to be getting involved and the referee’s eyes are off of what’s happening inside of the ring as Touchdown turns around and is popped up by Jack and Clancy – fucking somehow – slides inside of the ring!
SPEAR FISHING!
( Pop-Up (Jack) to a Spear (Clancy). )
AND CLANCY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING BEFORE THE REFEREE COULD TURN TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED! THE DEAD END EXPRESS HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY OF TURNING THIS WHOLE MATCH ON IT’S HEAD AS JACK TAGS IN HANK AND NOW HANK IS HEADING UP TOP! JACK PICKS UP TOUCHDOWN!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
THE COVER FROM HANK HAGGARD! HOOKING THE LEGS OF TOUCHDOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
KICK OUT FROM TOUCHDOWN!!!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“MY GOD! HOW DID TOUCHDOWN KICK OUT?! I THOUGHT THAT THE DEAD END EXPRESS WOULD’VE WON IT RIGHT THERE AND THEN!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“These boys are just crazy enough to take that much punishment and still survive, you’ve not seen how far they could go taking a beating?! Touchdown might’ve survived for now, but I think he needs to find a way to tag out before The Dead End Express puts another bullet in the back of his head.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And someone needs to sort out the outnumbering that The Haggards are doing right now, this is completely outrageous.”
Jack and Hank cannot believe that Touchdown even kicked out of the finisher and now, their main focus is to punish Touchdown and try to beat him down to unconsciousness, but Cooldown is back into the fight and lands a DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK onto the two brothers and knocking them back and away from Touchdown as they both stumbled out of the ring! Jimi wasn’t done there, however, rebounding off of the ropes and flying with a TOPE CON HILO to the outside onto the two brothers! Jimi grabs onto Hank and throws him inside of the ring but he waits for Jack to get to his feet, landing a SUPERKICK right onto the jaw of Jack and now Clancy wants to get involved again—
YOU’RE A NAGE!
( Spiking Uranage. )
CLANCY HAS BEEN SPIKED ONTO THE GROUND! BUT BACK INSIDE OF THE RING! TOUCHDOWN, WITH SOME FIRE IN HIS EYES, PICKS UP HANK HAGGARD!
TOUCHDOWN TO BOOGIE STREET!
( Corkscrew Neckbreaker. )
Cooldown slides back inside of the ring, before Touchdown can even think of going for the cover, and they’re both nodding to one another, they’ve got something in mind as the two grab an arm each!
CTE TRIGGER!
KNEES DRIVEN RIGHT INTO THE HEAD BUT THEY’RE NOT DONE THERE—
CTE TRIGGER!
AND THEY AREN’T DONE AS THEY GO FOR ANOTHER–
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
THEY’RE HOLDING ONTO THE ARMS STILL, LOOKING AND BUILDING UP FOR ONE MORE…
CTE TRIGGER!
A TOTAL OF SEVEN CTE TRIGGERS RIGHT ONTO HANK HAGGARD AND HE’S LAID OUT FLAT ON THE RING MAT! THERE’S NO ONE LEFT TO SAVE HIM! THERE’S NOBODY LEFT TO HELP HIM AS TOUCHDOWN GOES FOR THE COVER AND COOLDOWN LOOKS AROUND!
ONE!
BUT WAIT! JACK HAGGARD IS INSIDE OF THE RING!
TWO!
HAGGARD TRIES TO CUT THROUGH COOLDOWN—
THREE!
—AND AT THE LAST MILLISECOND, JACK HAGGARD PUSHES COOLDOWN OVER AND BREAKS THE PINFALL! THE DEAD END EXPRESS ARE STILL IN THIS MATCH SOMEHOW! THEY’RE STILL ABLE TO SURVIVE, BUT CLEARLY, HANK HAGGARD IS OUT OF THE MATCH! HANK IS DOWN! CLANCY IS DOWN! IT’S JUST JACK HAGGARD LEFT!
HI-LOW!
TOUCHDOWN HOOKS THE LEG! THEY’VE GOT IT WON!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
HANK HAGGARD SR JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“DAMMIT! JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THE JAMROCKERS BEAT THEM ALL! THERE’S ALWAYS ONE LEFT!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Hank Haggard Sr – who we thought was still down after PRICE had beaten him up before The Jamrockers entered the match – just saved his sons from taking the loss here tonight and he just became one last chance that The Dead End Express needed to survive to the very end! But I don’t think that The Jamrockers are pleased with what they’re seeing right now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Of course not, just look at their faces! They’re fuming right now! They’ve got to be absolutely seething at this—wait a second, what are they doing? What the hell is Jimi thinking!?”
And that they were, Jimi Cooldown headed outside of the ring and grabbed onto the father of the Haggard brothers, picking him up into a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER lift and the fans are going insane right now! They know what’s coming as Touchdown rebounds off of the ropes and springboards!
TUNA MELTZER DRIVER!
ONTO HANK HAGGARD SR! ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! THEY’VE JUST KILLED A MAN! And now it’s Touchdown and Cooldown heading onto the apron, Touchdown heads inside of the ring and tags in Cooldown as he heads in and Touchdown heads out onto the apron. Cooldown is bringing Jack up to his feet once again and just dropping him down to the ground with a LARIAT! Cooldown just rushed through Jack Haggard but the Hangman just rolls back up and springs up onto his feet, getting right into the face of Jimi Cooldown and now fires off some STIFF FOREARM STRIKES right onto the head of Cooldown! And it’s now Cooldown that fires off a few of his own STIFFENED FOREARM STRIKES right into Jack Haggard as they begin trading back and forth with the forearms but Jack is the one who gets the advantage and then landing a kick right into the stomach, going for the PILEDRIVER but Cooldown pushes Jack away and into the ropes as he rebounds—
MAFIA KICK!
AND BOTH MEN FALL DOWN! Touchdown reaches out for the tag—but Hank is on the apron! He’s back in the match somehow!
HAGGARD BRAND!
( High-speed thumb thrust to the throat. )
Hank and Touchdown fall off of the apron and Hank continues to give a beatdown onto Touchdown, which is distracting the referee as he tries to bring some order between the two, but back inside of the ring is Jack and he’s being handed that railway spike by Clancy, hiding it from Cooldown as he tries to pick him up in a Fireman’s Carry—AND JACK STABS COOLDOWN WITH THE SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE EAR! AND NOW JUST LANDING THAT SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OVER AND OVER AGAIN! COOLDOWN IS BLEEDING, AND HE’S BLEEDING BADLY, AS JACK PICKS UP COOLDOWN AND BRINGS HIM INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
PILEDRIVER!
Jack goes for the pin, hooking both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
KICK OUT BY JIMI COOLDOWN!
JACK CAN’T – AND WON’T – BELIEVE THIS! AND HE’S NOT GOING TO ACCEPT THIS! HE’S GOING FOR THE KILLING BLOW! BRINGING COOLDOWN TO HIS FEET, BLOODIED FACE AND ALL, AND JUST KNOCKS HIM RIGHT OFF OF HIS FEET WITH THE…
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
( Burning Lariat. )
AND HE’S NOT DONE WITH JUST ONE! HE’S BRINGING HIM UP ONTO HIS FEET FOR ONE MORE!
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
AND NOW, THE HOOK OF THE LEGS! ONE MORE PINFALL NEEDED TO WIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM COOLDOWN AND THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET AND SO IS COOLDOWN!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I don’t believe what I’m seeing right now! Jimi Cooldown just ate two of those DEEP SOUTH LARIATS and kicked out at the last second! He’s found the second wind needed! This might be the chance that he’s got to survive to the very end!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I’m not sure about that because he’s bleeding badly right now!”
Jack and Cooldown are trading punches, and they’re not soft punches, they’re CLOSED FIST PUNCHES AND ARE AIMING TO KNOCK THE OTHER MAN OUT! THEY’RE GOING TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH, IF THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS TO WIN THIS—OVERHAND RIGHT HOOK FROM JACK! AND HE’S BRINGING COOLDOWN UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! NO CLANCY AROUND! NO HANK AROUND! HE’S GOING TO HIT THIS TO FINISH THE JAMROCKERS OFF FOR GOOD!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
( Burning Hammer. )
AND IT’S OVER! JACK HOOKS THE LEGS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“THEY’VE DONE IT! THEY’VE CUT THROUGH EVERYONE IN THEIR WAY!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“An unbelievable scene here tonight! The Dead End Express, by any means necessary, has survived each and every team that was thrown in their way! I cannot believe it, I really thought the Jamrockers would’ve beaten them considering the state that the two brothers were in before they entered!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I don’t think that ANYONE would have predicted this to happen! This is MONUMENTAL!”
Soon after the bell had rung, ‘Call The Devil My Friend’ is heard over the speakers and Jack Haggard pulls himself off of the bloodied Jimi Coolown before being joined in the ring by his two brothers and their father, celebrating this massive win for them and knowing that they’ve survived an onslaught of teams.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner of the Tag Team Clusterfuck Gauntlet… JACK AND HANK HAGGARD… THE DEAD END EXXXXXXPRRRESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”
With all four on their feet, arms raised, there’s grins on the four as Jack and Hank both drop down to their knees after the brutality of what they’ve had to go through to win this whole match, but with their arms raised up once again by their father? The feed transitions into a commercial break.
Backstage, Irina Sokolov is seen seated beside Joshua Rotunda on a couple of crates. Irina’s hands are being wrapped up, their gaze focused intently on their own hands. For several moments, it’s the calm before the storm, a quiet lull in the otherwise secluded area. Joshua breaks the silence, leaning against the wall behind him as he glances at his sister in law.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
How are you feeling?
IRINA SOKOLOV
Like Bull in China shop. Ready to demolish the last roadblock standing between me and gold.
Joshua nods, a little grin tugging at the corner of his lips. To see his sister in law in such spirits was a nice change of the otherwise somber mood they had been in lately. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a necklace with a small crystal-like charm hanging from it.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I had something special made for you. I know how much you miss your sister. So… Here.
He holds the necklace out towards Irina, who raises a brow slightly. One hand wrapped in black tape reaching out to carefully take the necklace.
IRINA SOKOLOV
What is this? You said no mushy stuff before match.
Irina lightly nudges their brother in law with their elbow, though Joshua lets out a gentle laugh in response.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I went and got some of Nikita’s favorite colors put into a necklace for you a few days ago. Handled with care and made special just for you. I figured having a piece of her close to you during the fight would make it that much better.
Irina stares at Joshua for a moment, quickly securing the necklace around their neck. One hand clutches the charm where their sisters favorite colors are an array of neat and sparkly glitter. They shake it for a few moments, watching the little swirl of a storm within. A gentle kiss pressed to the charm before they focus upon Joshua once more.
IRINA SOKOLOV
… Thank you, Josh. Really, this is a lot for me. But, I will do this. I can do this. Not just for myself, but for Nikita as well. For you. For everyone who believes in me.
Joshua shrugs slightly, reaching a hand out to ruffle some of Irina’s hair that hasn’t yet been done. There’s a slight grimace from the younger who grumbles a few words of Russian. Though, Joshua’s gaze moves towards an approaching figure.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I’ll leave you to it. Good luck.
He nudges Irina’s shoulder with a gentle tap, stepping out of the view, as Irina’s gaze drifts towards the figure Joshua had taken sight of.
IRINA SOKOLOV
If you are here to do more blabbering, then you should save it.
Approaching with an amused sneer on her otherwise sultry visage is none other than ANA SOMNIA. She is dressed and ready for her fight against the other Russian, wearing 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. Her EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP is slung over her shoulder while her IBW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP is wrapped around her sculpted waist.
ANA SOMNIA
Your perspective is noted— and ignored, сука. Although, this… perspective sounds more like threat to me, hmm? Last woman to threaten me, I kicked her lipstick through back of skull and into third row. Perhaps you wish for both of your smug faces to join her teeth?
An audible snort spills from Irina’s lips as they roll their eyes. Their gaze is focused on their right hand, finishing up wrapping it as they rip the tape off with their teeth. The rest of the roll set aside for now as they lean back against the wall. Legs stretched ahead of them on the lengthy box they’ve situated upon.
IRINA SOKOLOV
Da, da. More angry words from the perpetually angry woman. Not sure if you know, but you are not as scary as you think. In fact, I am sure others would be shaking in boots right now. But, well… Irina does not have boots on just yet. Tough.
There’s a beat as Irina sighs softly, a bit of aggitation in their tone as they hop down from the crate to be level with Ana Somnia. Arms cross over their chest, but their gaze is unwavering and narrowed slightly as they focus upon their opponent for the night.
IRINA SOKOLOV
Besides, I would save the shenanigans until later tonight. You are not big, tough, scary as you think you are. After all, only one of us will be standing tall later tonight and quite frankly? As much as I hate to be bearer of bad news, for you, but it will not be you. You lack substance, grit, the power to go on with or without gold. Perhaps that is issue with you, Ana. You collect gold because you believe it makes you better, da?
The corner of Ana’s arterial red lips slowly curls deeper and deeper into an animalistic smirk, somewhat akin to the haunting lips of the Xenomorph pulling back before ending the life of its prey. By the time Irina’s words subside, Ana’s head shakes in contemptuous condescension.
ANA SOMNIA
You amuse me, Irina. If I did not have to end your career, your life tonight, I might have considered sparing you, simply so you could continue to amuse me… like clown. But нет. Do you want to know why you amuse me, маленький девочка? This is because I think you actually believe what you say. I would feel sad for you, but I feel sympathy for you like I have sympathy for dirt in tread of boot... none at all. Instead? Instead, I would rather watch you as realization sets in… realization these words, this posturing? Nothing more than delusion.
Snickering, Ana adjusts the title on her shoulder. She slowly advances toward the two individuals on the crates before her as she continues her diabolical diatribe.
ANA SOMNIA
I do not think I am any of these things you say I think I am. I know I am these things. I know I am these things because I have stood across from biggest, from toughest, from scariest, and I have done this in ring, in cage, in parking lot. I have looked these people in eye and then I have ripped this eye out and force-fed this back to them. There is no one bigger than Undisputed. There is no one tougher than Survivor of Fittest. And more than anything else? There is no one scarier than Devil Herself. Your projection makes clear you know this already, even if you cannot yet admit this. Perhaps I need to send you to join your sister in grave for you to understand this.
Irina remains stonefaced, throughout majority of the encounter, until Ana brings up her deceased sister. Red flashes across their face, a fire inside their eyes as they move to take a few steps towards Ana. But, Joshua, who has since remained silent and unreactive, quickly forces his way in front of his sister in law. Irina mutters to him in Russian, glaring daggers at Ana over Joshua’s shoulder. Though, Joshua turns around to face Ana with a small grin that lacks amusement.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
You’re a funny woman, Ana Somnia. It will be a real shame when you’re choking on your own blood and teeth. You think you’re scary? But, you haven’t seen scary. A woman of your caliber might be safe in another predicament but this?
Joshua clicks his tongue, head shaking a bit.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
This was a line no one should ever cross. You mention my deceased wife. You mention Irina’s deceased sister in bad light and you have no idea what you have awakened. It would be in your best interest to bite your tongue next time… Cyka.
With those words, Joshua quickly ushers an irate Irina away. Who is still cursing in Russian and kicking at things along the way. Clearly worked up from Ana’s words as the scene fades out, the older Russian woman snickering arrogantly as it does.
WITNESS THE FALLOUT OF EARNED, NOT GIVEN II ON MONDAY NIGHT COMBAT!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It is time to "crown" our very first champion here in IPW, Dom... The IPW National Openweight Championship. In a match so wild that we haven't seen it here on the XHF Network in what? 4 years? Maybe more?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Since Supremacy 2018! The night the bear ALMOST won! I can assure each and every one of you at home, the crown that is suspended above the ring tonight definitely fits each of our competitors, even those who insist on wearing a mask. Look at this crowd, almost every other person seems to have bought a replica crown from the merch tables!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Everyone wants to be a king, just ask Aren and El Rey! Now, the four wrestlers that are looking to sit on the throne tonight have had a major impact in making IPW a sucess in it's short history. Let's take a look at how we got here.”
A video package plays highlights from each of the competitors matches in IPW. We then see the brawl break out after Adrenaline II. Reckless Jack hitting Liz Karlson over and over with a chair before picking up her to his Reckless Killing. Leo Reza intervening before hitting Jack with a rope-aided gamengiri before running into a big boot from JUDITH. We see Reckless Jack's Stomping Stampede on JUDITH. Liz and Leo squaring up. Security breaking them up and Jason Long announcing the match.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Leo Reza was originally slated to be in this match per Jason Long, but after the attack by Ricky Gunn left them unable to compete, Long found a suitable replacement in Cross Recoba having just come off a hard fought loss to in the Infinite Pro Tournament, setting the stage for tonight. Let's send it to Casey, in the ring!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH!!!! It is for YOUR INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! This match is no disqualification, no pinfalls and no submissions. The competitor that can retrieve the crown above us, place it on their head and sit on the throne at the top of the entrance ramp will be proclaimed winner and first IPW National Openweight Champion. Introducing first...”
The lights in the arena go down as 'Trouble's Coming' begins to play out through the aforementioned speakers. Alternating blue, white, and pink spotlights flash on the entrance ramp, and we get quick flickers of opponents being dropped on their heads and getting dropped by strikes interspersed with flickers of beer cans opening;
I GAVE MY KNUCKLES A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY
SPIDER WEB CRACKS ON THE MIRROR,
I SEE SOMEONE, BUT NOT SOMEBODY.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD...
The tron continues to go as smoke billows from the entrance ramp, and we get a glimpse of a silhouette for a moment, backlit by a blue and pink light.
I LET THESE DEMONS TAKE HOLD AND CHOKE ON ME
CAN'T FILL THESE HOLES I'M DIGGIN'
CAN'T STOP MY HEART WHEN IT'S SINKIN'
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD...
The silhouette gets hyped up with the music, and the crowd presumably rises to a crescendo as they do so.
...YOU DON'T THINK I WOULD PRETEND?
TROUBLE'S COMIN' BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHEN
THAT'S THE VOICE THAT I CAN HEAR IN MY HEAD.
I HEAR IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Liz breaks from the smoke as the chorus starts, throwing both middle fingers up in the air before letting out a joyous scream with the crowd. She reaches into her jacket pockets and throws a few beers to crowd members before cracking one herself and taking a massive swig, and hurling it at the ground. She leaps forward and knee-slides toward the ring, before rolling through.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Liz flings herself forward and leaps up onto her apron, before rolling over the ropes and into the ring. She poses.
CASEY KINCAID
“Fighting tonight out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in at one-hundred and fifty-five pounds...she is the Compact Combatant...The Mistress of Fuckery...THE BRICK SHITHOUSE...LIZ...KARLSON!”
Karlson plays up the introduction as it plays out, before getting to her name and pointing a finger at her face, screaming 'That's me! That's fucking me!' to the nearest camera.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You can tell that Liz is laser focused tonight. She wants that championship belt and she believes she has the skills to accomplish it.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It's going to be a grueling feat though, is she masterful in the ring? Without a doubt. But this match is unlike any other. While some of her opponents have done a lot of talking these last few weeks, I've been told that Liz has been keeping to herself, almost in a deep state of meditation. Closed off to the outside world. Will it pay off in this type of match?”
"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
“Coming to the ring, standing at six feet and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada.... and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of the XHF NETWORK'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Here he comes! The Box Office Smash, his HCW title over his shoulder! Cross is looking to add a belt to his second shoulder tonight Dom!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You're absolutely right, Chloe. We know how much that HCW title means to Cross Recoba, having won it on the opening night of High Calibre Wrestling prior to them going under. That match would see Cross ascend to the top of the wrestling world.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I've been told that HCW match will be aired on the XHF Network before long. Despite how big of a moment that win was for Cross, it's more important having that belt here in the Network as it gives him the Golden Ticket to a shot at the X*Crown.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“While the champion IS here tonight, I can assure you that Cross only has one crown on his mind tonight and that is the one high above us.”
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.
The crowd here in Dublin gets to their feet and cheer as the lights start to dim down because cool shit happens in the dark. The opening riff from "South of Heaven” by Slayer begins. After the usual intro for Reckless Jack’s entrance passes by as the song suddenly comes to a complete halt. A new riff starts up as few lyrics are heard...
"Ti-tiger style
Tiger style
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
BANG IT
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style
Tiger style (Come on!)
Bang it! Huh! Come on!"
The crowd in Dublin comes unglued as the Reckless Jack edit of "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothin' Ta Fuck Wit" by Wu-Tang Clan feat. Tom Morello and Chad Smith keeps playing as the lights stay out.
"There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I slam blam blam blam blam
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mister, who is that?
Eh yo, the Jack is back
Makin wrestlers go boom boom boom boom, like on supercat (cat)
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Reckless One, killer to the eardrum (drum drum drum drum)"
Reckless Jack appears from the back now as he stands in the middle of the entryway, standing in front of a cheering crowd here tonight. Looking out into the crowd, seeing all the fans, he gives a nod of appreciation before starting to walk down to the ring. He slaps a few hands that stick out from the crowd, not really paying attention to who it is.
"Nothin' ta fuck wit
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit"
Once Jack gets to ringside, he runs and slides into the ring. Hopping back up to his feet, he jogs to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, looking out into the crowd once more. Jumping off, he does the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. After jumping from there, Reckless Jack then gets checked out by the ref for any contraband, like an actual sword that could kill someone as his music fades off. Going into the corner, he leans against the turnbuckles and waits for the Throne of Blood match to begin.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Now, Reckless Jack had a lot to say this week. He feels like this is his time, but the question remains... who IS he? I thought I knew who it was but some of the mannerisms lately just don't match.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Regardless of who it is, Reckless Jack has been a force to be reckoned with here in IPW”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Listen to the crowd, they are definitely behind him. Will he pull from that tonight as motivation?”
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.
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.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What an amazing specimen.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“To be frank, she scares me some, and there is no slowing her down. It's like she can take anything you dish out at her and she keeps stalking.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That will be put to the test tonight. Does she have the stamina to hang with some of the best in ring performers? Is she just a flash in the pan, pick something up and bash you in the face kind of gal?”
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 the start of the match.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“WE ARE READY! THEY ARE READY! HERE..WE...GO!!!”
MATCH FOUR
THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH — INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
LIZ KARLSON vs RECKLESS JACK vs CROSS RECOBA vs JUDITH
DING! DING!
At the sound of the bell, all four explode out of their corner. RECKLESS JACK immediately begins firing LEFTS and RIGHTS at JUDITH and CROSS RECOBA and LIZ KARLSON exchange KICKS and PUNCHES. JUDITH fires back at Jack, backing him into the corner. She backs away and looks up at the crown suspending above her before smiling and running in with a BIG BOOT! Cross is locked up with Liz and sends her into the ropes, going for a CLOTHESLINE that is ducked. Liz rebounds on the ropes but holds on to them as Cross turns to catch her. Seeing her at the ropes, Cross charges in but Liz drops down PULLING THE TOP ROPE DOWN with her as Cross spills out of the ring and hits the floor with a thud. JUDITH is picking Reckless Jack up and sends him towards Liz, who DROPS DOWN AGAIN and Reckless Jack tumbles down landing on Cross. JUDITH runs towards Liz who ONCE AGAIN PULLS THE ROPES DOWN, and just like the other two, JUDITH spills down below.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Liz Karlson clearing the ring! What a hectic start to this match.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Pure chaos, all for a chance at IPW gold! Judith pulls herself up on the apron. Jack and Cross look to be doing the same on the barrica- LOOK OUT!”
TOPE SUICIDA!
Liz Karlson cleared the top rope, lunging and wiping out all three of her opponents who had just gotten to their feet. The crowd pops big time as all four sprawl out across the ringside. The momentum from the dive knocked Cross into the barricade, hitting the back of his head. He rolls half under the barricade as the crowd backs up. Liz pulls herself up and grabs JUDITH'S hair, pulling her up as well. She drags her to the corner of the ring and SLAMS HER HEAD AGAINST THE OUTSIDE RINGPOST. JUDITH grabs her head, but with a smile on her face as she stumbles backwards. Liz goes to reach for her but JUDITH grabs her outstretched arm, pulls her towards her and BITES her forearm!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Did she just bite her?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“In this type of match, all rules go out of the window. You simply win at ALL costs!”
It is now JUDITH who SLAMS LIZ INTO THE RINGPOST and pushes her back against it and slowly lifts her hand up and...
HACK & SLASH
(Six Knife-edged chop to an opponent's chest)
JUDITH absolutely lights up Liz's chest. Meanwhile, Reckless Jack walks to the barricade and grabs Cross' legs. Cross' head is still under the barricade. Jack looks around and falls backwards to the floor, CATAPULTINGS CROSS' THROAT INTO THE BARRICADE!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“CROSS MAY BE SERIOUSLY HURT!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Someone needs to check on him!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Reckless Jack has had a vendetta since Adrenaline I when he feels he was cheated out of the match against Cross. He is taking it out on him now!”
Reckless Jack is on top of Cross throwing LEFTS and RIGHTS in some great ground and pound as Cross does as much as possible to cover up his face while still holding his throat. JUDITH is dragging Liz Karlson over to where a ladder is set up outside of the ring. She goes to smash her head on it but Liz blocks and ELBOWS JUDITH in the gut. She turns and grabs JUDITH who is doubled over and hits a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX. JUDITH grimaces as she lands awkwardly on the concrete floor. Reckless Jack has Cross back up and rolls him in the ring before following. Liz is picking JUDITH up on the outside and now propping her up on the ladder. She goes to walk away but looks back and smiles before running towards JUDITH and hits her with a SPEAR...NO!
JUDITH MOVES OUT OF THE WAY
LIZ SPEARS THE LADDER!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LIZ KARLSON JUST TOOK HERSELF OUT OF THE MATCH!”
Back in the ring, Reckless Jack WHIPS Cross Recoba into the corner. He charges in for a CLOTHESLINE but Cross GETS A FOOT UP. Instead of running into it, Jack puts the brakes on and stop. He smiles at Cross before SLAPPING HIM ACROSS THE FACE.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What an insult! Jack not showing Cross any respect with that slap. WAIT! HE FIRED CROSS UP!”
Cross takes exception to the slap and beings ROCKING Reckless Jack with ELBOW SMASHES, backing him back towards the middle of the ring. The two square off. Meanwhile JUDITH picks the ladder up off of Liz who is writhing in pain on the floor and she slides in the ring. As Cross and Reckless Jack lock up, it's short lived and they are able to get their heads turned just in time to see JUDITH charging at them holding the ladder.
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE WITH THE LADDER!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh DAMN! Did you HEAR that impact?”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Hear? I FELT that. JUDITH is in a great spot here!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“All she has to do is grab the crown, then the match can really get started!”
JUDITH sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring and looks over at Cross Recoba and Reckless Jack then up at the crown. She smiles big. Meanwhile, Liz Karlson is pulling herself up on the time-keepers table and notices the table of medieval weapons. She picks up a staff that has a morningstar attached by a chain. JUDITH is ascending the ladder. Liz slides back into the ring with the weapon as JUDITH'S fingers brush the crown slightly. LIZ SWINGS. JUDITH sees her out of the corner of her eyes and braces for an impact that doesn't come. Instead, the morningstar misses and flies through one of the gaps in rungs. It wraps around the side of the ladder. Liz thinking fast, pulls at the staff with all her strength, pulling the ladder over SENDING JUDITH CRASHING TO THE MAT! She rolls to the outside of the ring.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“OH! JUDITH IS DOWN! She is down HARD!”
Liz picks the ladder up and attempts to set it up, eyes focused on the prize above.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LOOKOUT!”
TOTALLY RECKLESS
(Step Down Enziguri)
Out of nowhere, Reckless Jack stops Liz Karlson in her tracks. She falls down to the mat in a seated position. Reckless Jack looks at her and then to the crowd before backing up and pointing at his knee. Liz near the middle of the ring, the ladder beside her. Jack takes off at a full sprint.
RUNNING KNE-NO! MISSLE DROPKICK!
The dropkick from Cross Recoba sends Reckless Jack out of the ring. Cross stands and walks over to the ropes, jawing at the downed Jack. He turns back towards the ladder but is met with a SUPERKICK that sends him over the top rope and down to the floor below.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Here we go again, all four are back to the outside. Don't they realize to win this match you have to get the crown? It's going to be difficult doing that if you aren't in the ring!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“At least Liz is taking a more conventional exit from the ring than she did last time!”
Liz rolls under the bottom ropes and out of the ring as Reckless Jack makes his way back to his feet. Liz runs at him but Jack bends and BACKDROPS her over the guardrail and into the crowd. Meanwhile, JUDITH is back up and is CHOKING Cross with some of the microphone cables by the time keepers table. Cross is fighting for air, flailing his arms and out of the corner of his eye he sees a fan holding some nachos. Cross reaches out and his fingertips JUST grab the edge of the nacho container and he LAUNCHES THE NACHOS AT JUDITH!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Did He? I- uh... ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I've been doing this for a long time and using Nachos as a means to try and get out of a hold is new to me!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh look, now we are in the crowd! GUYS! THE CROWN IS DOWN HERE!”
Liz and Jack are fighting up the stairs as security tries to keep the crowd in check. On the floor, JUDITH wipes off the nacho cheese in disgust and CINCHES THE CABLES TIGHTER. Cross frantically searches the floor as he is turning shades of purple and finds a plastic fork that was in the nacho tray. He breaks it in half on the floor and in desperation swings it up! STABBING JUDITH IN THE FOREHEAD!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You thought the cheese was bad! CROSS JUST STABBED HER!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I'm having a hard to keeping up! JUDITH IS bent over holding her head! LIZ IS NOT IN A GOOD POSITION UP THERE!”
In the crowd, Reckless Jack is delivering some nasty CHOPS to Liz on the stairs as she teeters at the edge. A yelling fan distracts him, trying to shove a crown and Sharpie in his face for an autograph. When he refocuses on Liz, it's too late.
SILVER BULLET
( Spear! )
Jack doubles up in the chair as Liz drops to a knee trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile Cross is untangling himself from the cables as JUDITH holds her head, now bleeding. Cross PICKS UP THE MAKESHIFT PLASTIC SHIV AND DIGS IT DEEPER into JUDITH'S head as she lets out a scream. The face doesn't match the sounds though as it appears she is enjoying herself. Cross drops the weapon, satisfied for a moment and looks around. He sees Reckless Jack and Liz across the aisle. He starts dragging JUDITH that way. Liz regroups and goes to pick Jack back out of the chair but as she does, he grabs her head and DDTS her down into the seat! Jack stands up and looks down at Liz Karlson, even with the mask you can tell he has ill intentions. He climbs a couple steps so that he is now above her and jumps back down.
DIVING DOUBLE STOMP
TO THE BACK OF THE CHAIR
(With Liz's Neck Sandwiched Between)
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh NO! Get help now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That looked scary, someone check on her!”
JUDITH and Cross Recoba fight their way up to where Reckless Jack is. The three of them begin TRADING PUNCHES as they make their way to the concourse. The crowd gathers around them. Reckless Jack picks up a trash can and THROWS IT AT CROSS. It bounces off with minimal damage as it's plastic but it DOES trip Cross up enough to slow him down. JUDITH reaches behind her to a cart that is selling Margaritas and picks up a bottle of tequila. She SMASHES IT into Cross' head. He goes down. Reckless Jack is immediately on JUDITH as he picks up a container of margarita salt and SLAMS IT INTO JUDITH"S HEAD, TWISTING AS HE DOES! JUDITH is writhing in pain!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh God, that just gave me chills... I've heard of rubbing salt in wounds before but this is ridiculous! Oh that hurts me watching it.”
Cross raises his head, and he is bleeding... badly. He picks at the glass from the tequila bottle as the alcohol burns. He is trying to keep the blood and the glass out of his eyes. Jack grabs JUDITH and hits a RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP sending her back crashing into the cinderblock wall behind them. He mounts and beings to repeatedly PUNCH her bleeding head. The blood flies up and splatters all over Jack's arm, attire and mask. It only makes him that much more aggressive. Meanwhile Cross is over by a concession stand with a bottle of water and stacks of napkins, trying to clean his cut. He gets it somewhat decent and sees a merchandise table selling replica crowns. He goes over to it and begins talking to the older gentlemen working the table.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What the hell is Cross doing? I think that bottle shot to the head made him forget he is in a match. HE'S BUYING SOUVENIERS!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack and JUDITH are FINALLY coming back this way... AND LOOK! IT'S PROBABLY A GOOD THING FOR THEM!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“It's good to see Liz moving, although at this point, the crowd may be the only thing she's responding too!”
Reckless Jack and JUDITH make their way back into the crowd. The fans are cheering loudly which gets both Jack and JUDITH's attention and they notice that Liz is crawling over the barricade, slowly, still feeling the effects of the stomp to the seat that damn near broke her neck. Her eyes are glued to the ladder lying in the ring. Jack gets ready to make a beeline for Liz but JUDITH grabs his shoulder and turns him back towards her and fakes a jab and Jack throws a hand up to block it but JUDITH hits him with a BIG BOOT OUT OF NOWHERE!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It may only be June, but TRICK OR TREAT! OH!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He's going to feel that tomorrow! EVERY STEP!”
Jack falls back and begins to roll head over toe down the stairs. The crowd goes almost silent out of fear of Jack being seriously hurt but then a wave of frenzied chaos erupts as the crowd cheers on the match... particularly Liz Karlson who has now made it in the ring. JUDITH is sprinting down the stairs. Jack is stirring but there is still no sign of Cross Recoba. Liz Karlson pulls herself up on the ladder. She steadies herself and looks up, straightening the ladder some before pulling herself up on the first rung. JUDITH jumps the barricade and slides into the ring as Liz manages to pull herself about halfway up the ladder, oblivious that she has company. Reckless Jack pulls himself up by the pant legs of a fan who pats him on the back before getting pushed back by security. In the ring, Liz pulls herself up another run, almost to the top but JUDITH gets behind her and POWERBOMBS her off the ladder to the mat.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Thunderous Powerbomb! How much more punishment can Liz's neck and back take!?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Well, judging by the look in Jack's eyes, everyone may get just a bit more...”
Jack is back at ringside and picks a scepter up from a nearby table. He gets in the ring and does his best Barry Bonds impersonation and SWINGS FOR THE FENCE but gets a BOOT TO THE GUT and the scepter goes flying. JUDITH sets him up for a POWERBOMB but as she lifts him he ROLLS THROUGH and off her shoulders landing on his feet and reaching behind him. JUDITH turns around and CRACK! Reckless Jack had pulled a cudgel out of his pants and absolutely BLASTS JUDITH IN THE HEAD! Her gash is opened wider and blood stains the canvas. Jack looks up at the crown and realizes he is the only person standing. He begins to climb. He gets to the top of the ladder and begins to reach for the crown.
LOW BLOW
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“OW!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well, someone finally reached the crown there, the crown jewels! I guess all that talk from Cross about how Liz has no "out of nowhere" moves is out of the window now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Speaking of... where the hell IS Cross? Buying Jamrockers T-shirts?”
Reckless Jack was absolutely wrecked. He is doubled over on the top of the ladder. Liz Karlson begins to climb the opposite side of the ladder. At the top Liz tries to reach for the crown but she can't quite get her fingers on it. She pushes herself up on Reckless Jack a bit, trying to get a grasp on the crown. Jack stirs. He sends a RIGHT HOOK to Liz's body that knocks the wind out of her momentarily. Jack stands and reaches, getting the edges of his fingers around the crown. Liz climbs up to the second to last rung and gets her hand on the crown also. They begin PUNCHING AND ELBOWING each other with the hand that isn't on the crown.
JUDITH SHOVES THE LADDER!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WATCH OUT!”
CRASH!
Liz Karlson goes flying off the ladder and out of the ring, THROUGH A NEARBY TABLE! The wood splinters and flies in the air. The ladder bounces off the top ropes and rebounds hitting JUDITH awkwardly in the side of the head, knocking her out! RECKLESS JACK IS DANGLING FROM THE CROWN! He undoes a hook and latch and falls to the canvas with a thud, CROWN IN HAND!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“HE DID IT! RECKLESS JACK HAS THE CROWN!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Now that is just half the battle... he may be one step closer to being champion, but he has to get up the ramp to the throne! Despite that, he should be proud. You can really tell he is-”
WHAM!
Cross Recoba SLAMS A HEAVY SACK into the shoulder of Reckless Jack. The sack rips, sending replica crowns bouncing all over the ring and to the floor outside, along with the real crown! The impact dropped Jack to a knee as he frantically searches for the real crown. Reckless Jack rolls out of the ring looking for the crown while Cross rolls out of the rings looking for a microphone.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I guess Cross had a gameplan all along”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But what is he doing? Jack is in the right area, there are no crowns where Cross is.”
CROSS RECOBA
“IPW FANS! Those are some beautiful crowns you are all wearing. Just like the ones scattered in the ring and at ringside are beautiful. What would be even better, is if you all rained more down! Let's see it! Take those crowns and throw them at ringside!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh no, Dom... take cover!”
The crowd looks uneasy at first but a moment later a crown comes flying out of the crowd and bounces off Reckless Jack. It creates a "FOOD FIGHT" moment, or in this case a CROWN FIGHT as crown, after crown come flying from the crowd hitting Cross, Jack, Judith and Liz. They all try to cover themselves while still searching for the real crown. It is absolute madness. JUDITH, now back to her feet, but barely, FOREARMS Reckless Jack across the back. Liz who has gotten to her knees, jumps up as Cross holds his head and approaches. SPINEBUSTER! Liz and JUDITH meet on the ramp, and TRADE BLOWS, before something catches their eye! THEY SEE THE CROWN! They bend down and both grab it at the same time. As they stand they look up and off the barricade, Reckless Jack is twisting in the air.
PHOENIX SPLASH!
Reckless Jack grabs the crown, limps up the ramp as quick as he can... He places the crown on his head and fist pumps the crowd before energetically sitting down on the throne!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“YOUR WINNER, AND NEW IPW-”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What's this?”
An IPW official is waving his arms. He is waving no behind Jack. Another official runs in and they have a quick discussion before the second official runs down to ringside, as Jack angrily watches. Cross, Liz and JUDITH all stand trying to figure out what's going on as the official runs over to Casey.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, IPW officials have determined that the crown Reckless Jack is wearing, is one of the replica's sold in the concourse. This match will continue!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Tsk tsk, he had the wrong one! The relief of knowing you finally did it, and then having that rug pulled out from under you CAN'T feel good!”
Reckless Jack is visibly upset. The official shows him what to look for to know it's a fake. A few of the other officials show the other three. They all begin looking, forgetting they are even in a brutal match with each other. The only mission now is to find the crown. After a moment of searching, Liz has it! She makes her way up the ramp but Jack and Cross don't realize she has it. Liz puts the crown on her head as she gets to the top of the stage. She turns to sit but BIG BOOT TO THE THRONE!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Can't sit on a throne if there is no throne!”
The throne slams to the ramp, getting Reckless Jack and Cross Recoba's attention. JUDITH made sure that Liz couldn't sit down and win the match, sending the throne crashing backwards. Liz turns to hit JUDITH but is lifted up off her feet.
MURDER AT THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
( Pop-up Powerbomb )
JUDITH bends down to pick up the crown.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I can't believe it! JUDITH IS GOING TO WI-”
RECKLESS KILLING OMEGA
( Ganso Bomb )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“-WISH SHE HAD SOME TYLENOL! SHE'S BEEN DESTROYED!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This could be it!!!”
Reckless Jack picks up the crown and places it on his head. He looks over his shoulder to the chair before looking back at JUDITH and Liz Karlson, both out cold. As he turns to the chair once again, Cross is there!
KICK TO THE GUT
CROSS REACHES FOR THE CROWN!
Reckless Jack instinctively grabs the crown and pull it off his head. Cross grabs, getting a handful of mask and rips it off Reckless Jacks face!
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.
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“OH MY GOD! IT'S CHRIS SANDERSON!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESS THAT!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Me neither! From what it sounds like, the crowd is just a shocked. SPEAKING OF SHOCKED... UP...”
While everyone is stunned that Chris Sanderson was under the mask, Cross stuns Chris by picking him up.
UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!!!
( Jumping Spinning Tombstone Piledriver )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...ALLLLL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!!!!!! LOOK AT THE CARNAGE! THERE ARE BODIES EVERYWEHRE!!!”
Bloodied, and battered, Cross beings down and picks up the crown, putting it on his head, a little crooked. He slowly walks to the throne and struggles quite a bit before being able to lift it back upright, falling into the chair.
DING! DING! DING!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“HE'S DONE IT! CROSS SITS ON THE THRONE WITH THE CROWN ON!!!!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner... AND NEW INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! CROSSSS RECOBBBAAAAA!!!!!”
Cross motions for his belts, exhausted. The timekeeper runs up the ramp with IPW belt and HCW belt. Just as he is about to hand them to Cross...
STACKED DECK!
( Diamond Cutter )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
JACK FUCKING DIAMOND lays the timekeeper out with the cutter! He grabs the HCW Diamond Title. Cross tries to stand but Jack SLAMS the Diamond Title into Cross's head, laying him out. The crowd is going crazy. Jack picks up the Openweight Championship and drapes it over Cross. He throws the HCW Diamond Title over his shoulder, brushes it off and exits the arena as the crowd buzzes.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack Diamond doesn't even work here! Mr. Long needs to check his buddy!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He DOES work for Cross though, our new IPW National Openweight Champion!!! I'm sure there will be hell to pay for that one, and why did he take the HCW Diamond Title from him?”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“There is no telling! Way too much to unpack here. Cross is champion, RECKLESS JACK WAS CHRIS SANDERSON!!! and Jack Fucking Diamond has made off with Cross' HCW Diamond Title, but what an amazing match that was! Look at the wreckage. They've got to get all these crowns cleaned up! Our MAIN EVENT IS NEXT!!!”
THE CONTINUATION OF THE SOVEREIGN CUP CONTINUES!
CASEY KINCAID
“It is now time for your MAIN EVENT OF FIRST CONTACT! It is set for ONE FALL and it is THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT where the winner will become the INAUGURAL INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!”
The crowd cheers, very loudly, but they set in the boos once they hear—
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 3Arena 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
“Introducing first… 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.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ana Somnia, one of Jason Long’s top acquisitions for Infinite Pro Wrestling, became an ungodly force within a matter of moments as she took on Liz Karlson in a barn-burning main event of Adrenaline II and then maiming Alastor Touchdown at Adrenaline IV.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“She might be his top acquisition, but she’s got to face someone that I’ve come to grow a love for in Irina Sokolov.”
But with the music fading away and the slow beginning of ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play throughout the 3Arena, the song kicks in just in time for the arrival of Irina Sokolov— coming out to a heavy crowd reaction of cheers, which gives them a smile along their face before beginning to head down the steps and make their way around the ring before entering, getting into the corner and looking directly across at Ana Somnia as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“And her opponent… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… SHE IS THE BIRD OF PREY… IRRRRIIINNNAAAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOOOVVVVV!!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And here comes the person that you, Chloe, have just said you grew—”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I know what I said, you fucking idiot. And you know what, I’m not wrong about it either. Irina Sokolov took down Leo Reza with a Move of the Night award before advancing onward and into Cross Recoba—whilst the controversy is still in the air for that ending? Cross isn’t here and Irina is. That’s a heavy task to try and overcome when being a rookie, and she’s got one more here right in front of her.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I’m sure every Russian viewer is tuning in for this one, both from the city of Moscow and they’ve both represented their home country here tonight as Ana Somnia and Irina Sokolov fight for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship!”
MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT FINALS — INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
IRINA SOKOLOV vs ANA SOMNIA
DING! DING!
The main event has finally arrived, and both IRINA SOKOLOV and ANA SOMNIA are staring one another down, as the building is all on Irina’s side—but there’s an occasional small chant for Ana as well. Irina keeps their eyes on Ana the whole time that the two are circling around the ring, they’re aware of just how much of a killing machine that Ana has become well known to be. Irina rushes in but is caught with a IPPON SEOI NAGE that throws Irina hard to the mat but they’re able to pick themselves up and taunt Ana to bring more on, and she did exactly that as she connected a SOK TEE elbow right to the head of Irina and it knocked them back and Irina answers back with a STIFFENED SHOOT KICK right into the chest of Ana and it knocked her back hard. Ana goes for another SOK TEE but Irina ducked the elbow and caught Ana in time, throwing her overhead with a T-BONE SUPLEX POWERSLAM! Irina thought about going for the cover on Ana but they decide not to, looking for more ways of bringing on punishment towards Ana as they look to be calculating every single move that Ana makes.
However, it’s Ana that springs to her feet and pushes Irina away from her, before running in and landing a SYSTEMA BALLISTIC STRIKE PUNCH right to the stomach and completely folding Irina, which allows Ana to control the match within an instant—but Irina drives both of their feet upward and lands a SHOTGUN KICK right into the jaw of Ana that knocks her back and onto the mat, climbing onto Ana and grabbing onto the arms before beginning some ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS right to the head of Ana Somnia, just stomping down onto the head and aiming for a major knockout early on in this main event match!
But she finally releases the hold onto Ana, giving her a chance to recover, as she backs herself into the corner and watches with the keen eye on Ana. The Relentless Russian is struggling to get to her feet in the early stages of the contest, being stomped down to the mat as hard as she was would give her that effect though, but she does her best to fight through the pain in her jaw.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“A very strong beginning for Irina Sokolov right now, surprising just about everyone here as they’re going toe to toe with Ana and slamming her down to the mat with some excessive force behind it, but I guess with what we saw earlier—you’d have to imagine there’s some anger behind Irina’s power against Ana.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That she is, but let’s not begin to underestimate what Ana can do inside of that ring, she can turn this match on it’s head within an instant – as we’ve just seen – and that’s not something to laugh about. She’s as deadly as she looks, Irina needs to be careful about that if they want to continue on this onslaught of theirs and win the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship.”
There was some hatred behind the eyes of Irina Sokolov as they looked down onto the fallen Ana Somnia, stepping in closer and grabbing her by the hair and dragging her head up off of the mat so they could get a good look into her eyes. Irina begins to mouth something off to Ana, presumably in Russian, before landing a PUNT KICK right to the head of Ana and keeping her grounded for the time being. It is early in the match and Ana is being grounded in a way that hasn’t been done by anyone else in a very long time, and Irina is solely focused on making sure that’s kept that way for the entirety of this match. She’s become something – or someone – else that is not her usual self, possessed by what might’ve snapped in her earlier in the night.
Irina grabs onto the head of Ana and dragged her back onto her feet, going for the BURNING LARIAT attempt but they’re immediately stopped by the boot of Ana connecting on the arm and pushing it away—which causes them to swing back around for a SPINNING BACKFIST– but Ana ducks it in time! Ana grabs onto Irina into the Fireman’s Carry lift, then into the Air Raid Crash position before spinning them around to land the SPINNING BULLDOG! Ana finally might’ve gained herself some kind of advantage in this match as she’s got a hold of Irina and is berating them with some TWELVE TO SIX ELBOWS right to the forehead and trying to force them to bleed!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And just like you said earlier, Ana has turned it around right on it’s head and now she’s going to work right onto Irina Sokolov and her head, trying to bust her open and make her blood pour down from her head!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That’s not where you’d want to be if you’re Irina Sokolov, with Ana Somnia mounting and looking to take the advantage from right underneath your own feet.
With the match now on her side, Ana looks to control this whole match on her own pacing, looking to strike Irina down and knock them out enough to finish this match. The Cyka Silencer grabs onto the arm of Irina and drags her right back up to their feet, bringing her head under the arm of Irina and throwing them over her head with the NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX—but Irina landed onto their feet and found her footing– but she didn’t prepare for what Ana had coming up as she turned around and walked right into a…
GO TO SLEEP!
( Pop Up Knee Strike. )
Ana just knocked out Irina with the knee connecting right onto the jaw as she falls on top of them and hooks the leg, going for the cover!
ONE!
TWO—
Irina is able to kick out before the two count is made, but they’re put right into a submission once they push their shoulder off of the mat, with Ana locking in the KIMURA LOCK right onto the raised arm and keeping Irina grounded onto the mat! Irina is trying their best to push themselves off of the mat and try to gain control of the match, breaking free of the submission, but Ana pushes them down onto the mat once again and twists and contorques the arm around to force Irina to tap out! Irina continued to try and wrestle their way out of the submission and they did exactly that as they bridged themselves upwards and allowed themselves to flip Ana onto her back, trying to go for the quick cover but Ana kicked out before the referee could even make a count.
The two are back onto their feet and the smile along Ana’s face is disturbing to say the least, she’s looking right at Irina with a crooked smile along her face—but the Bird of Prey has seen just about enough from Ana, landing a SERIES OF FOREARM SMASHES right onto the jaw of Ana Somnia! Irina doesn’t stop, however, just continuing the onslaught of forearms as they’ve backed Ana into the corner and just continues to pound away at her with those forearms but they’ve backed themselves out of the corner and leaves Ana standing there, leaned up, and just groggy after taking shot after shot like she has—and Irina rushes in with the…
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“GOD DAMN! What a fuckin’ boot right to the face! Irina might’ve just boosted her chance to become Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion with that kill shot if they can capitalize with the pinfall attempt here!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But they’re not doing that, Dominic, they’re just staying in the corner and waiting patiently for Ana to get back onto her knees—they’re going to look for that Killing Joke elbow of theirs, they’re wanting to make sure that they put an exclamation point on Ana’s chances of getting anywhere close to that Heavyweight Championship!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina needs to make that move quick because Ana’s onto her feet and turning around—”
—and once Ana turned around, she noticed Irina spinning around to land her nasty elbow finish that’s put away so many along her way to get here, but Ana was able to block the elbow and throw the arm over her shoulder as she picked them up and…
RAZORVANNYY!
( Uranage Backbreaker. )
Just like that, Ana continued to control the match and dropped Irina right down onto her knee and she clearly wasn’t done with that, grabbing onto Irina and dragging them into the middle of the ring.
YUMEKIRĀ!
( Rolling Cutter. )
Ana spiked Irina’s head right into the mat and they flopped onto the mat with some force behind it, like they’ve just stiffened upon impact of their head hitting the mat, and Ana goes for the cover on Irina, hooking the leg as she does!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Irina kicked out again, and Irina is just looking up at Ana with a fierce look in their eyes, they’re just getting fired up with how much Ana is trying her best to put them down. Irina kips up onto their feet and comes face to face with The Huntress, nose to nose and they’re just butting heads with one another! Irina continues to fire off those FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Ana and just knocks her back, but that fire inside of them has been ignited and they’re seeing red, they’re seeing blood—and it’s Ana’s blood that they see! Ana has been busted open with those constant strikes right to the head, they’ve opened up a nasty gash on the top of her head and the blood is pouring down her head!
As the blood pours down her face, and right into the eyes, Ana looks right up towards Irina and continues to grin, almost like she’s laughing right in the face of Irina, and she tries to reach up for Irina’s necklace and grab it but Irina stepped back in time before she could—STOMP ONTO THE HAND! IRINA COULD’VE JUST TRIED TO BREAK ANA’S HAND WITH THAT ONE STOMP! AND NOW THEY’VE GRABBED ONTO THE ARMS– DOUBLE WRIST LOCK KNEE STRIKE RIGHT ONTO THE JAW OF ANA SOMNIA! AND NOW IRINA LIFTS ANA UP ONTO HER SHOULDERS—
IRINA’S WRATH!
( Argentine Backbreaker Rack dropped into a Knee Lift to the back of opponent's head. )
—but Ana slid down the back and grabbed Irina from behind!
WANDERLUST!
( Rear Naked Choke. )
—and Irina slipped free and threw her over their head with a RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Irina slowly brings themselves onto their feet, slowly but surely, and they’ve got their eyes on the sight of Ana Somnia, looking to put her down for good as they run in and land the SHOTGUN DROPKICK and send Ana into the corner!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“JUST WHAT SHE NEEDED! Irina with the dropkick that pushed Ana back into the corner, setting her up for something if they try to capitalize on this moment!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Can you stop with the capitalized bullshit!? My fucking god, man. Irina has this in the bag, they’ve got a bloodied Ana Somnia right in front of them right now and that blood loss? It’s definitely weakening her up the more that she continues to fight.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“But let’s not count out that Irina has taken a beating in this match as well, they might not be wounded but they’re definitely hurting all over with those calculated and hard strikes that Ana has perfected throughout this match.”
Irina is holding their knee but they fight through whatever pain they’re feeling to make sure they put Ana’s chances of winning the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship into the grave, bringing Ana onto the second rope and into position for the MUSCLE BUSTER as they rush into the middle of the ring—but Ana slides down the back and grabbed onto the necklace, pulling onto it and choking the life out of Irina before it breaks! The necklace that Joshua had made earlier for Irina, it was broken and now Ana holds onto the necklace in her hand but she throws it into Irina’s face and catching them off guard—
HAMMER AND SICKLE!
( Jumping 540º Rolling Elbow. )
AND IRINA IS ON THEIR FEET STILL! THEY’RE LOOKING GROGGY AFTER THAT SHOT!
LEZVIYE PILY!
( Buzzsaw Kick. )
IRINA HAS DROPPED TO THEIR KNEES, THEY’RE IN A VULNERABLE POSITION AS ANA REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES!
HUNTED!
( Shining Wizard. )
ANA GOT ALL OF IT! SHE GOT ALL OF IT! AND NOW ANA IS GOING FOR THE COVER, SHE’S HOOKING THE LEGS OF IRINA SOKOLOV! SHE’S ON HER WAY TO BECOME HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
‘Vicious’ begins to play once the bell rings and Ana Somnia pulls herself up off of the fallen Bird of Prey, smiling from ear to ear as they grab onto the broken necklace that she threw right into Irina’s face before being handed the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship and the Infinite Power Tournament trophy being placed right beside her.
CASEY KINCAID
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT… AND THE INAUGURAL INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE UNDISPUTED… ANNNNAAAAAA SOMMMMMMNIIIIAAAAAA!!!”
With that announcement made, Ana rises to her feet and holds both the broken necklace and the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship up high with one hell of a devious grin resting along her face, but she soon throws the necklace down onto the still fallen Irina Sokolov and now replacing the broken necklace with The Infinite Power Tournament trophy.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“ANA HAS DONE IT! ANA SOMNIA HAS DONE IT! SHE’S WON THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT AND THE INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! MY GOD, WHAT A DAMNED FIGHT THAT WAS!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Ana Somnia has made history tonight! The first ever winner of the Infinite Power Tournament and the first ever Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! She’s just become the standard-bearer of Infinite Pro Wrestling with a fucking brutal brawl with Irina Sokolov!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina deserves the flowers for surviving through everyone until the final, outlasting everyone unlike many people thought that they would, but they did it and they put up a damned good fight against Ana Somnia!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But that’s all that we have for everyone here tonight, thank you so much for tuning in and sticking around for the first ever pay-per-view event for Infinite Pro Wrestling! Thank you so much for tuning into a historic piece of history being made here tonight!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“For Chloe Hartwell, I’ve been Dominic Morrissey and we’ll see you at Adrenaline in London!”
And as the commentary signs off, the final shot we see is of the confetti falling down onto the ring and covering both Ana Somnia standing tall and Irina Sokolov fallen down as the feed soon slowly fades to black.
FIRST CONTACT
LIVE! from 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, June 19th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
“This always happens, words about your actions
I've been here before a hundred times
So what's the point of being disappointed
Guess it's just the story of my life
Story of my life
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Story of my life”
‘Story of My Life’ by ILLENIUM and Sueco begins to play as the feed comes to life and pyro erupts along the stage, all of the LCD boards light up with the First Contact graphics and as the pyro ends? We’re given a panoramic shot of the entirety of the 3Arena in the heart of Dublin, Ireland. The arena is SOLD OUT at a maximum capacity of over thirteen thousand fans packed inside, on their feet, and chanting.
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
As the music continues to play along, the camera feed pans down towards where the commentary table resides at the ringside area, where we’re met with the ever present team of Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey. A wave from Morrissey and a smile from Hartwell.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! THIS IS FIRST CONTACT! THE FIRST EVER PAY-PER-VIEW OF OUR COMPANY’S SHORT HISTORY! LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! IT IS THUNDEROUS INSIDE OF THE 3ARENA!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This is a historical night for Infinite Pro Wrestling tonight and there’s so much happening here tonight, and good news for you, Dominic, there are NO JAMROCKERS PRESENT TO COMMENTATE!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“PRAISE THE FUCKING LORD!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Though, tonight, there’s action from start to finish. A fight of the past and the present of this amazing sport, a legend and a future legend, a Hall of Famer and a future Hall of Famer, and they’re both fighting for one prize. A shot at whoever walks out here tonight as the first Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion. Tarah Nova and MYOJIN! They fight tonight to see who’ll make it all the way to Night of Champions!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And how about what we have after that? Jason Long promised at the beginning that every division he creates will shine as much as they can—and he’s made sure that the evergrowing Tag Team Division will show what other promotions on the Network are missing. He’s got four teams that are looking to prove themselves as the top tag team in Infinite Pro Wrestling. Chaos Theory, The Jamrockers, Donzig-gun, and The Dead End Express!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Then, we move onto our co-main events of the night. The first one being the Throne of Blood match, a match that many have waited weeks and weeks for since it was announced! Liz Karlson, Reckless Jack, JUDITH, and the replacement that was made at the previous Adrenaline episode, Cross Recoba! Those are four names that are going to do whatever it takes to become the first ever Infinite Pro National Openweight Champion!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And, of course, there’s the other main event — The finals of the Infinite Power Tournament, and whoever wins that match tonight will make history, they will become the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! Irina Sokolov, going past Leo Reza in the first round and then Cross Recoba in the second round, will meet to fight Ana Somnia, who went past Liz Karlson in the first round and then Alastor Touchdown in the second round, to see who’ll be the top champion in Infinite Pro Wrestling. One of them will be the face of Infinite Pro Wrestling by the end of the night!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“And they will, but up first… Tonight is the night where we find out who is the true monarchy of Infinite Pro Wrestling, who holds the crown of this company, as El Rey and Aren Mstislav finally go head to head since their initial face to face at Adrenaline II! El Rey might’ve beaten Aren’s… well, as the former X*Crown Champion says, ‘goon’ – but Aren has had tricks up his sleeve and needs this win to outshine! Let’s take it to the ring and see this battle for the throne!”
The camera pans over to the far side of the arena, where a single spotlight illuminates the X*Crown champion. For those new to the XHF, the crown is the top title on the Network, so no matter what baubles are on the line this evening, Zoran Sainovic IS the Infinite Pro Wrestling champion. He’ll just never defend his glorious collection in this dive. Standards.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Infinite Pro. I am not ze best wrestler here tonight, no, because I come to you in a non-wrestling capacity. Instead, please make First Contact with ze BEST manager on ze Network. You may know my client, El Rey.
The Final Boss extends a hand to introduce his ward, then becomes annoyed that the youth is sheepishly standing out of the light. Reaching over, he physically drags El Rey next to him.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Zis is El Rey. Zough I understand if you were trying to find parking, buy some potato based cuisine, or too busy shooting up heroine – and arriving a few minutes late, have NO IDEA who zis promising young man is. You see, El Rey is what we in ze business refer to as a curtain jerker. He is ze most successful champion in ze history of ze XHF, yet Infinite Pro has evaluated his talents as being worthy of ze warm-up act. What a difference two months make. Please don’t hold zese against Rey, and stigmatize him as some sort of loser. His poor treatment comes with IPW ownership being grotesquely jealous of ME, and taking it out on him with shoddy card placement.
El Rey looks like he wants to kill himself.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
NICE TRY, JASON! My heart bleeds for Rey. But even zough you make me physically ill with your treatment of El Rey, he will never break. So do your worst! Opener? Why not make him ze DARK MATCH tough guy!
EL REY
Now hang on-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Have some talent you need enhanced? Rey lives for zat shit!
EL REY
I really don’t-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
You want to have an Exploding Murder Hornet Cry Baby Barbwire Bra and Panties match? El Rey doesn’t no ze meaning of ze word fear-
EL REY
Hey Siri, what’s the definition of-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
No matter how violent, deranged, or degrading – El Rey won’t let you have ze last laugh, Jason!
EL REY
I really don’t mind-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
You can have him work ze opener, but you can’t take away his BONUS STAGE!
Suddenly that part of the arena lights up, to reveal a conveyer belt suspended twelve feet above Zoran – and a few dozen barrels stacked on either side of it. Yes, it’s the barrel breaking bonus stage from Street Fighter 2.
EL REY
Hang on, what the, this looks dangerous-
ZORAN SAINOVIC
With your hand-eye coordination? 20 seconds on ze clock - GO!
A barrel crashes down from the ceiling – El Rey cowers, then instinctively kicks it – sending splinters of wood and liquid flying everywhere. He’s still sheepish about the second barrel – but manages to awkwardly break it too. The bruises on his arms in the morning might look like ebola, but at the moment the adrenaline is keeping El Rey from feeling them.
EL REY
I’m doing it!
ZORAN SAINOVIC
Keep it up, sport!
3. 4. 5. With every barrel smash, El Rey gets cockier. Working in karate chops for 9. 10. 11. Mocking some famous Street Fighter moves like sonic boom. 16. Then just going full Karate Kid with crane kick after crane kick. He’s so absorbed in this bonus stage that he doesn’t notice the crowd’s reaction.
ZORAN SAINOVIC
20 out of 20! PERFECT!
El Rey smiles over, then realizes that his manager has put a hundred feet between the two men. That’s odd. At that moment, El Rey looks down at the barrels.
EL REY
Guinness? Am I even if legal age here?
El Rey must have just destroyed 300 gallons of Guinness. All the confidence this exercise built in him melts away, as he looks up at the angry mob of Dublin stereotypes that are now chasing him out of the arena with pitchforks. From the safety of a waiting car, Sainovic drives a few yards ahead of his protégé – yelling words of encouragement. Mostly about Guinness tasting like horse piss. If causing a riot doesn't get El Rey better bookings, then he might as well just let the IPW faithful beat him to death.
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOWL”
“All rise fore 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 his music cuts and we hear…
“I SAID
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO“
…and Zoran Sainovic comes out behind his client. El Rey shakes his head 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. Meanwhile Zoran marches down to ringside to support his “client.” The reaction brings a smile to his face and he walks to the corner and leans against it until the match begins.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
You just know El Rey is looking for revenge after Aren attacked him post-match on Adrenaline!
CHLOE HARTWELL
The King versus the Monarch! There can be only one.
"Power" blares from the PA system as the crowd gets hyped up. Smoke billows in from the back and travels to the ring. Random people come from the back and line up on the ramp as a throne ascends from a trapdoor. The throne is dark but as soon as the people stand at attention spotlights shine on the throne with Aren sitting in position showing he's bored. He pushes off the throne and begins to make his way to the ring. He steps onto the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the arena. He looks at the crowd once more and lifts his arms to his side taking in the energy of the people. He jumps from the turnbuckle and points at his throne. Which falls back into the trapdoor as flame pyro shoots from around it and the last scene is of Aren looking and waiting for his opponent.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
It is time to kick start First Contact! Let’s go!
MATCH ONE
EL REY vs AREN MSTISLAV
The crowd roar with approval as both men stand in their respective corners, never taking their eyes off of each other. The tension in the air is building as the referee calls for the bell, and like an explosion EL REY launches out of his corner and nails AREN MSTISLAV with a DIVING LARIAT that looks to try and decapitate him! Both men are back to their feet almost instantly, and soon enough they begin to exchange blows. Eventually Aren ducks a wild swing from El Rey, and whips the former X*Crown Champion off the ropes, on the return Aren pops El Rey up into the air looking for the HIGH STANDARDS - But El Rey adjusts his body mid air to hit an insane FRONT DROPKICK - backflipping to his feet as he does so. Aren staggers backwards, and El Rey steps in with an ARMDRAG!
CHLOE HARTWELL
You know what this means!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Arm drag city!
Aren is right back to his feet, but El Rey catches him with another ARMDRAG sending the bigger man sprawling across the ring. El Rey goes to grab the arm once more and send Mstislav flying one more time, but Aren holds his ground, before using the arm that El Rey is hoking to pull him into a brutal SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! El Rey slumps to the mat, taking the hit at full strength. Now Aren Mstislav begins to circle his prey, waiting for El Rey to regain his senses after being knocked silly. El Rey rolls to all fours and begins to scramble towards the ropes, when Aren steps in with a BOOT TO THE CHEST causing El Rey to roll towards the corner. Aren smirks as he heads to the opposite corner, staring El Rey down and all but daring him to get to his feet.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren Mstislav is looking to end things here.
CHLOE HARTWELL
A victory over a third generation superstar, and a former X*Crown champ could do a lot for Mstislav in IPW!
El Rey surely does, slowly, but methodically climb to his feet using the turnbuckle to aid him. There are some shouts from the crowd as they try to warn him, but El Rey assumes they are cussing him out so he flips the double bird, before turning around and KING’S COURT!!!!
Aren almost folds El Rey in half as he nails him with the spear! Mstislav rolls to scramble for the cover, grabbing at the body of El Rey, who is holding his abdomen in pain! Aren hookes the leg, and the referee slides in for the pinfall….
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!?
CHLOE HARTWELL
What!!?
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Did he? Oooohh…no…look.
Aren Mstislav’s eyes grow wide as he hears the three, but the referee doesn’t call for the bell, instead he’s trying to explain to Aren - what the rest of the world has now realised. With a smirk on his face, El Rey has his foot on the bottom rope. He uses the momentary distraction to pull himself under the ropes and onto the apron, as Aren realises what is happening. El Rey grabs the top rope and launches himself into the ring with a big SLINGSHOT DIVING FOREARM~ but wait! ~ Aren preempts El Rey and absolutely nails him with a huge YAKUZA KICK!!! El Rey slumps to the mat once more after taking another heavy hit. Aren Mstislav isn’t looking to waste any time this time around, and he grabs the head of El Rey, moving into position and locking in the GOLDEN STANDARD!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
It seems like Aren has found a way to neutralize the high octane offence of El Rey!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
You take anyone down to the mat, and it’s going to cut off a lot of their offence.
Aren is on one knee, with El Rey arched backwards in the dragon sleeper, and just as it looks like El Rey is beginning to fade, out of nowhere he lifts both of his legs - putting a lot of weight and pressure onto his neck, but he lifts the legs and wraps them around the head of Aren Mstislav, and takes Aren down with a HURRICARANA REVERSAL! The crowd go absolutely nuts for something they haven’t seen before. El Rey rubs his neck, before heading towards the turnbuckle where Aren landed….El Rey looks down, then to the top turnbuckle, and the buzz begins to build in the crowd, because they know what is coming.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
El Rey is going to take to the skies!
With a long deep breath, El Rey stands atop the top turnbuckle, and with a wink to the camera launches himself through the air with the 630 SENTON!!! The move takes it’s toll on both men, but eventually El Rey scrambles for the pinfall….
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
NO!!!
KICKOUT BY AREN MISTISLAV!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
That could have been it for a lot of competitors, but Aren Msitislav is not going down easy!
Inside the ring, El Rey slams the mat in frustration he grabs Aren by his hair and slowly pulls him to his feet. Aren is wildly reaching out, trying to prevent El Rey from doing - whatever it is he’s planning, but with determination, El Rey kicks Aren in the stomach forcing him into position for….
SOCIETY KILLER!!!!
The crowd go ape shit, as El Rey seems to put the final nail in the coffin. He rolls over, keeping the legs of Aren hooked as once more the referee goes for the count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings, and “Wolves” hits the PA system, El Rey climbs back to his feet, and the referee holds his arm in the air. El Rey looks down at Aren, smirking, before stepping away from the referee and holding his own arms in the air, his cocky swagger on full display whilst Zoran Sainovic applauds his “client” from the outside..
CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner….ELLLLLL RRRRRRREEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
CHLOE HARTWELL
What a hard fought bought to open the show here tonight!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren really did try and put El Rey through his paces, and he came close at one point.
CHLOE HARTWELL
But in the end El Rey stands tall, while the Monarch is looking at the lights.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
Aren said there’s only room for one member of Royalty in Infinite Pro Wrestling, and tonight El Rey staked that claim for himself.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Those are the shorts?”
Starwipe into a shot of The Jamrockers, Jim n Al, walking through their locker room backstage. Both men are dressed similarly with Touchdown rockin’ a sweet as hell Hawaiian shirt that’s red with aqua palm trees on it while Cooldown is wearing a sky blue Hawaiian shirt with pink flowers on it. Both men are rocking these sweet as hell shirts unbuttoned with nothin’ beneath. Straight up fabric to skin. Both of The Jammers in Paradise are also rockin’ similar denim jean shorts, or jorts as some may call them.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Yeah, man. Exactly. These are them. See, you gotta start thinkin’ about the shorts as an extension of yourself. They gots to reflect YOU as an individual. Know what I’m sayin?”
Touchdown leans back, nodding his head sagely.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Haha, yeah man, totally. Uh, let me ask ya a question then. How did you get that awesome fray along your shorts??”
Touchdown points at Cooldown’s rippling thighs. Cooldown’s awesome jorts are cut off mid-thigh with frayed ends for cool points.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Well that is because, you sir, bought denim shorts. As you are one to do. Whereas I went out and bought denim jeans…”
Cooldown makes a cutting scissor motion with his fingers across his RIPPLING thigh.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“...and cut em. Thus the fray. It’s a more authentic look.”
Touchdown studies his partner’s shorts. Deep in thought.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Authentic, huh? Interesting… Much to think about...”
There is an uncomfortably long moment of silence. Touchdown nods his head.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“So… Why did you cut them so high?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Right, right. I’m glad you asked. See it limits you and it restricts your leg movement. So you-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“You’re gonna get more pre-match training and steps in ‘cause ya got more leg room?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Exactly.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Y’sure about that?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Right, well take the widest stance possible that you can. Right now.”
Touchdown is apprehensive at first, but eventually he gives in and begins sliding his feet apart. He drops low-ish, but not too low, because of the shorts.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Ok, may I be candid?… I’m… Yeah, I’m maxin’ out around this area.”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“That’s low. But it’s not…”
Cooldown begins sliding his feet apart as he stares at Touchdown coldly. He begins lowering himself lower, and lower, grunting with effort as he gets lower. He stops about a foot from the ground.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (awed whispering)
“Go….Go!”
He gestures with his arms to his crotchal region.
JIMI COOLDOWN (struggling with effort)
“BEHOLD”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“What do you think about what’s being presented to you right now?”
Touchdown nods, what else is there to say? One thing, actually.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yuuuuuuup Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuch to think about!”
Cooldown begins flailing his arms around the sides.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“See, look at this? We can move around this locker room FREELY. We have more room for activities and our training regimes.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Are ya gettin’ a rise?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“I’m gettin’ a rise! But, see, the shorts aren’t preventing me-”
He flails his arms out further.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“From jammin’ how I want to jam. See if ya didn’t have the longboys on ya, you could achieve such high level stretching y performance.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“REALLY now?”
Touchdown scratches his beard in thought, it’s a great thinkin’ beard. He shakes his head after a moment.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Lemme keep it one hundred, ‘cause you know me and that’s all I know how to be, if we were to grab a couple spy glasses and do a lil snoopin’. D’you think we’re gonna stumble across a lotta denim in the other roster member’s bags?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Listen, bro. They have yet to unlock the secret of the denim. Once you…control it…a new world of possibilities opens up. But, you gotta be careful.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Careful?”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Denim’s great. But you gotta pop ‘em off every now and then. Dig?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yeah I had a pair of blue jeans that I wore everyday. Blew out the crotch on ‘em. But you can’t wear ‘em everyday eh.”
Cooldown nods solemnly.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Alright enough of this nonsense. How’re you feelin? I mean, I’m glad we’re gettin’ our training in, but with the clusterfuck and the lil, Fired Up? Or whatever thing you’re involved in, we got a lot on our plates. We need a win, if nothing else than because I’m gettin’ fuckin’ bored to tears observing the same promo against us everytime we have a match.”
Cooldown shuffles back to his feet.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“If it pleases and sparkles, I’d like to say that I’m feelin’ pretty good. Because it seems to me, that all you see, is the same old shit every week on TV said by the same old people that DO. NOT. GET. IT! There’s a reason everywhere ya look, y’see those good ol’ fashioned Jamrockers. Ya wanna talk about “overhyped”? “Overhyped”?! We’re over AND hyped. That’s for good fuckin’ REASON! Ya can sit there and throw out the same old critiques that everyone else makes, but bell-to-bell? There ain’t NOBODY that can compare to The Jamrockers!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“That’s for true. No matter how many times we prove worthy of our self-aggrandizing, mouth breathers will likely just say the same old shit, callin’ us brothers too which we fuckin’ AREN’T. From the homophobic Dead End Express to Chaos Theory yellin’ at clouds. It’s time to shake the game up, daddy-o. LET’S CHANGE THE SYSTEM!”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“FUCKIN’ KICK OUT THE JAMS!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“DISPUTER OF THE CHAOS THEORY!”
JIMI COOLDOWN
“DE-RAILER OF THE DEAD END EXPRESS”
They look at each other and yell in unison.
TOUCHDOWN Y COOLDOWN
“WHO THE FUCK IS DONZIG-GUUUUUUUUUUN~!!!!”
Chest bumps, high fives, elaborate handshakes, shakin both fists, dancin’, gettin’ low. These boys are ready to play at First Contact.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Yeah! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s fuckin’ go! We’re ready, we’re bready, get USED to it! Can I see the stance one more time?”
Cooldown snaps out of their orgy of madness.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“Oh…uh…y-yeah!”
Cooldown brings his palms together above his head, he lets out a deep breath, and assumes the position. Sinking lower, lower, lower, and eventually? The promised land.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Bro. That is bad. Ass.”
We cut to somewhere more boring.
PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE RETURNS NEXT MONTH WITH...
Are you ready?
The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with their back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over their eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on their face, raising their arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.
With their blonde locks hanging over their face, they whip their head back, flipping hair out of their face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on their feet near ringside!
They climb up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshot into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on their side with a hand on their hip. The other, taking off their mask to reveal their piercing blue eye contacts. They toss it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting their head upward as if they’re looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. They backflip off, back onto their feet while taking off their flamboyant coat and moving to their corner. The lights go back to normal as they check their wrist tape. The charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as they paces back and forth, ready for action.
The arena's lights go completely black. The only sounds that can be heard is the chirping of the fans that sit around the arena until suddenly a woman whistling a tune can be heard from the speakers. After a few moments, the whistling stops and suddenly you hear the word ‘RUN’ echo before gentle strobe lights hit the arena. As “Rainy Day” by Ice Nine Kills plays as the strobe slows down and a light lands at the center of the stage, showing TARAH NOVA herself standing there. Slowly, Tarah would look out at the crowd with a sadistic smirk on her lips before lifting her bat off her shoulder to point it at her opponent; which caused the crowd around her to blow up in cheers.
Once done she places her bat back on her shoulder and would gracefully walk down the ramp with the spotlight on her every move as the crowd around her chants: "SAVIOR. SAVIOR. SAVIOR." Slowly she walks off the steps in the left corner of the ring, and wipes her boots off on the side before entering the ring. With her eyes focused on the match at hand, Nova would look out at the crowd one last time, her twisted smile never leaving her face as she places her bat down and leans into the corner of the ring, awaiting the bell.
MATCH TWO
INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CONTENDERS MATCH
TARAH NOVA vs MYOJIN
With both opponents inside the ring, the bell signals the match start and the crowd is electric at the sight. Both opponents quickly shake hands, but Tarah holds onto MYOJIN’s hand. A little head tilt to match the grin on her lips. Myo seems a bit confused, but Tarah simply releases their hand afterwards. Both opponents begin circling one another, clapping to get the crowd into things as they meet in the center. Forearms are flying as soon as they meet, both trying their best to outdo the other in this already high paced match. MYOJIN gains the upperhand, quickly turning the tide with a well placed SPINNING BACKFIST to the jaw of Tarah Nova.
Tarah is a bit stunned, allowing MYOJIN room to nail her with a SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX that sends her across the ring. Tarah rolls through the move, sitting up on one knee as she stares at MYOJIN from aross the ring. A little sadistic look on her face as the crowd cheers for both competitors. Just as soon as MYOJIN turns around, Tarah nails a RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK to her opponent. MYOJIN sent flying into the turnbuckle behind them as Tarah stays on the attack. It’s clear that both opponents want to win this one as much as the other.
Tarah fires away with CHOPS TO THE CHEST, lighting MYOJIN up like a Christmas tree. As soon as MYOJIN slumps down into the corner, Tarah trades chops for solid knee strikes to the face. MYOJIN attempts to cover up from the hits, but it’s not enough room for the opposition to create space. Tarah lets up on her attack, arms spread outwards at her sides as she lets out a loud roar. The crowd responds accordingly as Tarah turns her attention back towards MYOJIN.
Tarah drags MYOJIN to the center of the ring, looking to get a pin this early into the match.
ONE!
TW-
MYOJIN kicks out! Tarah doesn’t seem too frustrated, having already seemingly thought of this action. She springs to her feet, quickly dropping both knees into MYOJIN’s sternum with a JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE DROP before it transitions into a STANDING MOONSAULT DOUBLE KNEE DROP. MYOJIN rolls out of the ring to catch their breath, arms wrapped around their midsection as they try to catch their breath.
Tarah nods her head, rebounding off of the ropes behind her to sail over the middle rope. But, MYOJIN has the move calculated as they send Tarah crashing into the barricade. Easily sliding out of the way as they get back into the fire. Tarah gets back to her feet, albeit shakily, to nail MYOJIN with a kick. But, MYOJIN catches her leg and sends her whirling with a DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP. Tarah is left seeing stars after colliding with the ring apron. MYOJIN tosses Tarah back into the ring as they seemingly get the fire back into them, following swiftly behind.
MYOJIN waits for the right moment as Tarah slowly but surely gets back to her feet. She’s doing her best to shake the cobwebs but MYOJIN shifts the momentum!
LOVE, FROM OSAKA!
Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick
Tarah is definitely seeing stars as MYOJIN quickly goes for the pin, but it’s not just any pin!
STARGAZER!
Modified Crucifix Pin
ONE!
TWOO!
THR-
TARAH KICKS OUT IN THE KNICK OF TIME!
The crowd is electric as both of the competitors are laying on the ring, seemingly wracking their brains to find stunts to pull out to outdo the other. Tarah manages to get to her feet first, surprisingly, as she rips into the chest of a kneeling MYOJIN with several SHOOT KICKS to the chest. MYOJIN’s chest looking like ground beef but Tarah isn’t finished just yet. She takes her right hand, palm facing towards the canvas, and rest her chin atop it as she wiggles her fingers at MYOJIN in a teasing manner. To seal the deal, Tarah nails a ROUNDHOUSE KICK to the temple of MYOJIN who is stunned from the move.
THE KILLJOY BUZZER!
Ripcord Right Hook
Tarah trades the usual slap for a right hand hook to the jaw of MYOJIN who crumbles to the canvas. Tarah stays on her opponent, hooking the leg as she leans into the pin with hope.
ONE!
TWOO!
THR-
NO! MYOJIN KICKS OUT VEHEMENTLY!
The crowd is going insane as Tarah slaps her hands on the mat in frustration, but that frustration costs her. MYOJIN gets to their feet, sizing up the still kneeling opponent as they nod their head a bit.
KISS AND TELL!
Rolling Savate Kick
The move connects and MYOJIN capitalizes on the moment. MYOJIN whips Tarah into one of the corners roughly, following swiftly behind as they go for their next move.
COMET DUST ELBOW!
Corner Handspring Backflip Elbow Smash
The move catches Tarah offguard as she slumps into the corner, though MYOJIN drags her to the center of the canvas looking to signal the end of the match. MYOJIN quickly looks to end things as they perfectly trap Tarah into their closing deal.
AQUILA!
Headscissors Kimura Lock
The move is cinched in hard as MYOJIN doesn’t allow Tarah to go anywhere near the ropes. Tarah struggles against her opponent, trying to get out of the move. Though, she cries out in pain the entire time. With nowhere to go, Tarah’s hand slaps onto the canvas quickly as MYOJIN releases the hold a moment later. Both opponents shifting away from one another as Tarah rubs at her now sore arm.
CASEY KINCAID
Here is your winner via submission… MMMYYYOOOJJJIIINNN!
Both opponents are slowly standing to their feet now, MYOJIN’s hand raised in victory. Though, they take their arm away from the referee a moment later. Tarah about to exit the ring, but before she can, MYOJIN whips her around to force her to face them. The pair glare at one another, though the glares turn into matching grins as they share a hug. MYOJIN raises Tarah’s non-injured arm into the air as the crowd cheers for the woman.
THE SEASON FIVE KICKOFF IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER -- LIVE ON THE OWA NETWORK!
The lights in the building turn off, and as the crowd begins to react, a video begins playing:
Quick shots from the interior of a car as it cruises through a city at night. An angelic choir begins to echo as the shot fades to black slowly.
We may not know…
…which way to go…
…on this dark road.
13.06.22. Paris, France. 11:54 am.
The shot opens with a woman in a gray pants suit sitting in a director’s chair with one leg crossed over the other.
LACEY ELLIS
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lacey Ellis of WrestlingWithTheNews dot com! I have been sent here to the ever beautiful Paris, France on Tuna Meltzer’s dime ahead of IPW’s first pay-per-view for this WWTN dot com exclusive! Meeting with our esteemed guest and newest member of the Intense Pro roster, “The Infinite One” Mehrunes Smith!”
The shot jumps to reveal the lavishly dressed Mehrunes Smith sitting in a similar chair. He is half leant back in the seat.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”
Smith flashes a bright smile and sits forward. Lacey nods in response.
LACEY ELLIS
“Now, Mr. Sm-”
Smith immediately puts his hand up. Still smiling.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“No, we ain’t gonna do it like that. Please. Call me Mehrunes.”
Mehrunes flashes her a quick smile, Lacey Ellis responds in kind and continues after a short pause.
LACEY ELLIS
“Now, Mehrunes, last time anyone seen, or heard from you for that matter, was on NLW TV. Why, especially after losing the NLW Southern States Championship, have you decided on going to Infinite Pro Wrestling?”
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Well, Lacey, first I just wanna make it clear that I owe a lot to Next Level Wrestling and to Mr. Gunn. Personally. They took a chance on me when they really did need or have to. For that? I am grateful and ever thankful for the opportunities that I was given there. Fargo and myself made history, I made history, and that right there, Lace, is the crux of what I want to talk about: History. NLW? It has a storied history. If I were to say that NLW are the biggest fed on the Network, I wouldn’t be wrong, and that is in part to their immensely talented roster, but also to their storied history. From the Tommy Kellys and Erin Gordons, to the Finn Whelans and Nathan Cages, and finally, The End. I can look back at my time in NLW with a smile and say that I did everything I said I would do. I can look back on it satisfied.”
“But, IPW? Now that presents a new set of challenges. IPW presents yet another chance to make history. This time, not from The End but instead from the start. That’s what this is all about for me. Infinite Pro is on the cusp of its most important moment yet. The crowning of their first Champion. It seemed like such a perfect fit for a man like me.”
“Who better to witness history being made, than a history maker himself? Know what I’m sayin’?”
Lacey nods along as she listens intently. She smiles as Smith finishes his line and nods once more.
LACEY ELLIS
“It seems that in your absence for the lights and the cameras and the people, that you have undergone some changes. Both personally and physically. What inspired all these changes?”
Smith chuckles slightly and shifts in his seat.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“You forgot the most important aspect.”
LACEY ELLIS
“I-I did?”
Smith chuckles again, he taps a finger to his temple.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Mentality.”
“I changed personally, yes. I changed physically, yes. But, it’s up here that is a wrestler’s most important weapon. It’s up where I changed the most and changed for the better. In my absence I was able to sit back and I was able to observe. I wanted to see how things would shake out. A lot of these people that came in were people I had never heard of. I wanted to see what they could do. As far as I’m concerned, Infinite Pro Wrestling has talent alright, buuut do they have the right talent?”
“In ring ability? I’d say IPW blows most other feds out of the water. McCain, Sokolov, Reza, JUDITH, The Jamrockers, Dead End Express, Ana Somnia. All fairly new individuals to the Network, but the talent is there. The talent is there in droves. Name value wise? Reckless Jack? His brother? What is this? 2008?! Price? Held together by duct tape. Cross Recoba? Shouldn’t he be more focused on TAPOUT?”
“They’ve had talent until this very moment. But now? They have THE right talent. No doubt about it!”
Smith arrogantly gestures toward himself.
LACEY ELLIS
“You seem sure of your grasp of IPW’s landscape. Who stands out to you the most, in your opinion?”
MEHRUNES SMITH
“Well, that is an interesting question to pose. I’ll play my cards close to my chest for now, but, there are people who I believe have potential to carry this company to great heights. But, right now? My interests lie solely on one thang, and two people.”
“Irina Sokolov and Ana Somnia.”
“That should tell you right there exactly what my goal is.”
LACEY ELLIS
“The Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship?”
Smith sits forward, nodding his head.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“That’s right. I can’t think of a more fitting championship for The Infinite One…”
He flashes a quick smile before he stands up, putting his sunglasses back on.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“And I can’t think of a better place to make First Contact.”
The shot changes to a grass field. The camera moves through the blades of glass, stopping on a mirror propped up against a tree stump.
The shot fades to black.
LOTS
OF
SPACE
TO
BUILD
SUS
-
PENSE
MEHRUNES SMITH
“And I’m happy”
“To be here.”
Smith’s voice echoes over the house speakers and the crowd begin losing their fucking minds. Soulful keys echo from a piano through the speakers. Mint green, turquoise and white lights flash in time with the beat of the boom bap drums.
Look, I swear Paris will prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)
I'm in them places you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will prayed for…
As the opening chorus kicks off, MEHRUNES SMITH displays across the screens. The crowd roar and rise to their feet as The Infinite One struts his way out onto center stage under a turquoise spotlight. Dressed in an all burberry suit accented with gold chains and a gold wristwatch, he turns on the spot a full 360 with arms outstretched. A microphone is jammed into the back pocket of his suit pants. He takes in the reaction from the crowd with a smile on his face. Smith then begins walking and talking on his way down to the ring.
Smith climbs onto the apron and walks the whole length of the ring to the opposite post, which he then climbs and poses with one arm high in the air. He throws his head back as he takes in the reaction from the people. After a moment on the corner, he climbs down to the apron and steps between the ropes. Smith walks across the ring and climbs the far corner where he poses in a similar fashion. After a moment spent in the corner, Smith climbs down and makes his way to the middle of the ring. He spins 360 again amongst the adulation of the crowd in the 3Arena. The crowd is a mix of cheers, applause and various chants. All welcoming the debuting Mehrunes Smith.
Smith’s music fades and the dim lights lift. He pulls the microphone from his pocket and looks around with a smile on his face. The crowd don’t yet give Smith the opportunity to speak. Smith gives it one more moment, before he gestures to the crowd.
MEHRUNES SMITH
“If hearing the words weren’t enough proof for ya, then seeing is believing because Mehrunes Smith is RIGHT HERE in I! P! W!”
“EMPHASIS ON THE W!”
Smith poses, holding the microphone above him.
“As much as I’d love to stand out here and bask in this all night, I understand that something important is about to happen. Something important for all you in the seats, and those of you at home. Something that is important for all the people back there. Something that is important for me. This company is about to crown its first Heavyweight Champion.”
Smith pauses for the applause.
“It’s important for me, because whoever leaves here tonight with that belt, whether it’ll be Ana Somnia or Irina Sokolov, will have a target on their back. Not just from everyone in the back, but from me as well. And ladies? I got a whole lot of ammunition. When the time is right? I’ll shoot my shot and I ain’t gonna MISS.”
Smith drops the mic and mock fires a finger gun at the hard cam, as the crowd reacts with cheers and applause.
CASEY KINCAID
"The following contest is THE TAG TEAM CLUSTERFUCK GAUNTLET MATCH, and it is set for one fall!"
'Impermanence' by the Architects blasts across the arena, and Emily Black walks from the back before pausing at the top of the ramp. After a moment, the menacing form of Gavin Drake stalks out behind her as he bellows at the fans. And then he looks back over his shoulder. There comes a blast of pyro, and the hooded and masked form of Donzig storms out to join them. Though he blows past them, heading for the ring with bad intentions clearly on his mind.
CASEY KINCAID
"Introducing the team that drew at number one… being accompanied to the ring by Emily Black and at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-eight pounds… the team of Gavin Drake and Donzig… DONNNZIIIIGGG-GUUUNNNNN!!!"
The fans boo, and Donzig takes off his mask before passing it to Black. He stalks back and forth as Drake glares up at the ramp.
'Call the Devil my Friend' hits, and the fans cheer as Jack and Hank Haggard storm from the back. Hank's face is covered in a half boar mask, and he charges back and forth frantically as Jack glares at the ring from under his dust mask. Clancy follows a machete in his teeth as he wears a butcher's apron, and he points at the ring. Hank Haggard, Sr. follows holding his branding iron in his hand as he glares around at the fans. Then he heads for the ring behind his sons.
CASEY KINCAID
"And introducing the team that drew at number two… being accompanied to the ring by Clancy and Hank Haggard Sr and at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds… the team of Hank Jr and Jack Haggard… THE DEAD!!! END!!! EXPRESSSSSSSS!!!!"
The Haggards storm down to the ring, and Emily Black is angrily arguing with the ref. Gavin Drake, clearly not happy, fumes as he stares at them. Donzig leans on the top rope, looking bored at the four of them. Jack and Hank climb into the ring, Hank tearing off his mask as he yells while stomping back and forth. The referee steps between him and Drake, and shouts instructions. Jack smirks, grabbing his brother to pull him back. Donzig just stares with that same flat expression before he climbs over the ropes with a jerk of his thumb at Drake.
MATCH THREE
THE TAG TEAM CLUSTERFUCK GAUNTLET
THE JAMROCKERS vs CHAOS THEORY vs THE DEAD END EXPRESS vs DONZIG-GUN
(Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown / PRICE and Spike Kane / Jack Haggard and Hank Haggard / Gavin Drake and Donzig)
DING! DING!
Drake sneers at Hank, motioning for him to bring it on. And Hank charges in, clearly in a rage before he is dropped by a huge blow from Drake! He rolls back to his feet, and charges back in before he is hammered again! And a third time! Drake surely was annoyed, and as Hank rose for the last time he barreled across the ring to drive a huge knee into Hank's head. He grabs him, spinning him around before he plants a DDT! The Haggards on the outside fume, hammering their fists on the apron as Drake pulls Hank up to throw him at the ropes! Clancy grabs his foot, and Drake turns just in time to be clobbered across the back by Hank! The fans jeer, and Drake turns to be hit with another DOUBLE AXE HANDLE by Hank! Then Hank grabs his hair, pulling him into his corner to tag Jack! Jack wastes no time, coming onto the inside to deliver a NECKBREAKER to Drake! Drake is down, and Jack makes the quick tag to Hank! HIGH-ANGLE BACKBREAKER / RUNNING NECKBREAKER COMBINATION! Hank makes the pin as the Haggards go wild on the outside!
ONE!
TWO!
DRAKE KICKS OUT!
The fans give a mixed reaction, and Hank looks stunned as he argues with the ref. Then he drags Drake back to his feet, and shakes his head before he whips him at the ropes. But Drake reverses! The Haggards are stunned as Drake levels Hank with a LARIAT! But even more, he follows through and tags Donzig! With an air of indifference, Donzig steps into the ring and sneers at the Haggards before he runs at the rising Hank! KNEE LIFT FACEBREAKER! Hank falls, rolling towards his corner. Donzig stares at him, then tilts his head to look at Jack. The Scourge doesn't seem to care if he makes a tag or not. The Haggards look confused, Emily Black looks annoyed, Gavin Drake just laughs.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Donzig-gun are looking very strong now that the supposed ‘Scourge’ is in the match right now and legal, and of course, there’s Jack with the tag and he’s in. These two are, without a doubt, just staring one another down and this might get ugly!”
Jack makes the tag, and Donzig charges him as he steps into the ring! The Scourge batters away at him, throwing punch after punch before he starts to kick him into the corner with a string of obscenities! Then he turns and drives an ELBOW into the face of the protesting Hank to drop him from the apron. The ref tries to get him out of the corner and off the ropes, and Donzig yells at him as he drags Jack towards the middle of the ring. He throws a finger at his face, flinging him at the ropes before nailing a LOU THESZ PRESS on the rebound! Then Donzig makes the cover, and Jack kicks out at the two! Donzig glares, and then makes the tag to Drake! Drake comes to the inside, and he grabs the rising Jack to deliver a few HARD PUNCHES before he throws him at the ropes! Hank makes the blind tag, and Drake levels Jack with the SPEAR! Cover! But the ref calls him off, and Hank barrels inside to start battering KICKS AND PUNCHES at Drake. He rips him to his feet, and hits a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT! Hank smirks, and drops a quick elbow before making a quick cover!
ONE!
Donzig breaks the pin with a few stiff shots of his own! And the ref breaks it up, glaring at the other Haggards in warning. Donzig drags Drake to the corner, and the tag is made! Donzig wastes no time, grabbing Hank before he hits the…
EVENT HORIZON!
( Stunner. )
Hank drops, and Donzig runs back to the ropes where Drake makes a blind tag! But then Donzig comes off with a rebound, before diving through the ropes to crash into the Haggards! They all go down in a heap! Hank is climbing to his feet, and Drake points before he nails the…
RUNNING SINGLE LEG DROPKICK!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“WHAT A KICK! AND DOWN GOES HANK! DOWN GOES HANK AND DONZIG-GUN MIGHT’VE OPENED UP THE OPPORTUNITY NEEDED TO SURVIVE!”
Hank topples to the mat, and Drake goes for the pin! But the ref is distracted by the chaos at ringside as Donzig and the Haggards are brawling back and forth. Hank Haggard Sr. wastes no time, and cracks the branding iron across the head of Gavin Drake! The big man drops, and Hank Jr. grabs a hold to drive his head into the mat with a vicious DDT! Hank Haggard SR. bellows for the ref, and the man dives for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“MY GOD! DONZIG-GUN ARE OUT! THEY’RE ELIMINATED!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I don’t think that was meant to happen at all, but it happened, and Donzig looks absolutely pissed off right now! They’re the first team in and now they’re the first team out of the Tag Team Clusterfuck!”
Donzig is livid on the outside, and his eyes narrow dangerously on Hank Sr, but the sound of ‘Chaos’ by Hollywood Undead erupts the speakers and so do the crowd inside of the 3Arena.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh lord… OH LORD… BUSINESS HAS PICKED UP! BACK TO WHERE WE LEFT OFF AT ADRENALINE III!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Donzig-gun has been eliminated! Introducing the next entrants... the team of PRICE and Spike Kane... CHAAAAAOOSSSSS THEEEEEORRRRRYYYYY!!!”
Spike and PRICE waste no time charging down to the ring, with PRICE grabbing Hank to throw him into their corner. He drives his shoulder hard against the post, and then makes the tag to Spike. Spike comes to the inside, and shoves Hank into the corner to deliver a FEW BRUTAL LOOKING CHOPS. Then he lifts him high, snapping across the ropes before landing a STALLING SUPLEX! Spike makes the cover, and Jack runs across the ring to lay the boots to Spike!
PRICE starts to go inside, but is grabbed by Clancy who rips him off the apron. They start to throw punches, and Hank Sr. runs over with the branding iron lifted high. But he is spun around, and hit with the BLACK MIST by Donzig! Hank Sr. grabs at his face, staggering around before PRICE throws Clancy across the barricade into the crowd. The pair of Donzig and PRICE exchange a staredown, and PRICE shrugs as he returns to the ring as Donzig heads for the back. Meanwhile Hank has been dragged to his corner, and barely tags in Jack. Who comes inside, and charges at Spike! But Spike ducks under the CLOTHESLINE, and hits the SUPERFAST SUPERKICK! Jack is down, and Spike makes the tag to PRICE before he grabs Jack Haggard to set up the—
ENTROPIC DREAMS!
( Fireman's Carry into a PRICE Crash. )
—but Jack slid down the back of Spike and threw him over the ropes, making him fall hard onto the floor below! PRICE goes for a SPINNING BACKFIST attempt– but Jack boots the arm away and PRICE turns it back around into a DISCUS LARIAT! PRICE looks down at the fallen Jack and grabs him by the neck, bringing him back up to his feet and throwing him into the ropes, but Jack rebounds and is aware of what’s happening, ducking the boot attempt by PRICE and Jack rebounds again— URANAGE BACKBREAKER FROM PRICE! And now, PRICE goes for the cover on Jack!
ONE!
TW—
AND A KICK OUT FROM JACK!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Jack Haggard and PRICE have come to know one another very well since their first encounter weeks ago, and the two are just trading blows and countering each other’s moves like they’ve known each other for years!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That’s the beauty of going into a fight with someone, you learn some things from them, and both Jack and PRICE have learned a lot from one another since then—and if they’re not careful? It might turn out to be a god damn slugfest once again here at First Contact!”
PRICE drags Jack back up to his feet, but it’s Jack that begins a fight back with some punches and then some CLINCHED KNEE STRIKES right to the chest of PRICE and then a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE right into the back of PRICE that knocks him down onto his knees. Jack tries to pick PRICE up for a PILEDRIVER but PRICE fights out of it and goes back to landing a HARD BACKFIST right to the jaw of Jack, and then follows it up with another HARD BACKFIST right to the jaw before landing one final HARD BACKFIST onto the jaw before spinning around and going for the SPINNING BACKFIST again but just like before? Jack ducked the arm, and PRICE wasn’t going to let that slide as he continued to spin around—
BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!
( Spinning Left Handed Backfist. )
AND THIS TIME IT CONNECTED! Jack falls over in a heap after the fist landed right on the jaw and PRICE stumbled back into the corner to tag Spike back into the match, and he enters looking to cause pain onto Jack Haggard, who’s crawling towards Hank to tag himself out, but Spike lands a STOMP and bringing his foot down right onto the spine of Jack Haggard. Spike toyed with Jack, trying to tease that he’s so close to tagging out towards Hank—and Jack boots Spike right in the knee and Jack makes the tag! Hank is in the match right now and he’s going right after Spike with some CLOSED RIGHT HAND PUNCHES! Hank throws Spike into the ropes and then charges in with a KNEE LIFT right into the stomach of Spike! The Wild Boar grabs Spike by the throat and pulls him in closer to the center of the ring but as Hank lifts Spike for the CHOKESLAM– Spike slips free from the grip and goes right behind Hank, pushing him into the ropes and Spike shoots a HIGH KICK right to the head of the rebounding Hank Haggard!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“DAMN! That kick right to the head of Hank Haggard almost knocked him right the hell out, things aren’t looking too good for The Dead End Express right now, they’re looking worn out, they’re looking beaten up right now, they’re looking like they’ve reached the end of the line for them.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But now, you have to think, just how much is left in the tank? This isn’t the final team left, there’s still The Jamrockers backstage somewhere just waiting for a bell to be rung so that they can come out here and fight whoever is left—and if it is, by some miracle, The Dead End Express? They might not even last that long with just how brutal they’re going at it here with both Donzig-gun and Chaos Theory!”
Hank Haggard is now slowly bringing himself right up to his feet, using the closest ropes to him for leverage, as Spike looks to calculate with some more strikes and now landing a ROUNDHOUSE KICK right into the chest of Hank—though, what catches him off guard is Clancy Haggard trying to enter the ring from the other side of the ring, and that takes Spike’s eyes off of the ball as he goes to swing for the third brother of the Haggards. PRICE goes to give chase to Clancy, who simply hides right behind his father, and the referee is distracted as Jack slides into the ring and hands Hank something, he’s put something in his hand… IT’S A RAILWAY SPIKE! AND HANK DRIVES THE RAILWAY SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE DOME OF SPIKE! BUT SPIKE STAYS STANDING AND LETS OUT A MASSIVE ROAR RIGHT INTO HANK’S FACE! THE REFEREE HASN’T GOT A CLUE AND IS TRYING TO PRY PRICE AND HANK SR APART!
WAIT! INSIDE OF THE RING! THE JAMROCKERS HAVE JUST SLID RIGHT INTO THE RING! THEY’VE JUST SLID RIGHT BEHIND SPIKE—
HI-LOW!
( Total Elimination. )
AND THEY’VE JUST TAKEN OUT SPIKE! THEY’VE TAKEN OUT SPIKE! PRICE JUST REALISED WHAT’S AFTER HAPPENING AND THE JAMROCKERS LEAP OVER THE BARRICADE! THEY’RE RUNNING THROUGH THE CROWD AND SO IS PRICE TO GET THEM! BUT HE’S JUST LEFT A DOWNED SPIKE WITH THE DEAD END EXPRESS!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
( Burning Hammer (Jack) / Diving Knee Drop (Hank) combination. )
SPIKE IS DROPPED AND HANK IS GOING FOR THE COVER! PRICE IS BEING HELD BACK BY THE JAMROCKERS IN THE CROWD! THE REFEREE HAS NO CLUE WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“THE JAMROCKERS HAVE COSTED CHAOS THEORY THEIR CHANCE TO BE THE TOP TAG TEAM OF INFINITE PRO WRESTLING!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I cannot believe what we’re seeing right now! Chaos Theory, one’s who were leading favourites heading into this match, are now knocked out by The Dead End Express! The Jamrockers are somewhere out there with PRICE and he must be feeling like shit right now, being robbed of this win!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“They might not seem like very smart cunts, but they’ve calculated a massive win in their column right now, taking out the fresher team of Chaos Theory to go and face the beaten down and worn out Dead End Express.”
However, there wasn’t much time for Hank and Jack Haggard to celebrate as The Jamrockers were strutting their way through the crowd and hopped over the barricade. They look inside of the ring and watch both of the Haggard Brothers just look down at The Jamrockers slowly stepping up onto the apron and then enter the ring to continue the staredown with The Dead End Express.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen, Chaos Theory has now been eliminated… and now, entering the ring is the final entrant to this match… Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown… THE JAMMMMROCKKKERRRRSSSS!!!”
The Jamrockers and The Dead End Express. The final teams in this gauntlet match. The fans inside of the 3Arena are on the side of The Jamrockers right now, they’re jamming more than ever before right now, and they’re wanting to see them win so badly. The most over team right now in Infinite Pro Wrestling and the biggest dark horse and most underrated team to have ever shown up on the XHF Network in years. The two brothers look to one another and nod their heads as Jack and Hank both run in for BIG BOOTS but The Jamrockers go underneath and slide out of the ring—DOUBLE SUPERKICKS TO CLANCY! With PRICE having taken the father out of the equation, and now the third brother taken out of the picture, there’s no help left for The Dead End Express and they’re left to face The Jamrockers by themselves. The referee in the match tries to get the two teams into their own corners and bring order into this match, now leaving us with Alastor Touchdown and Jack Haggard in this match after Hank tagged out to recover from those kicks from Spike earlier.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Finally, we’re bringing some kind of normality back into this match, it’s been absolute chaos since the beginning and now we’re being given some real tag team wrestling right now.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Yeah, but you can really tell that The Dead End Express are one move away from being put down for good, they’ve been running through the mill in this match, and even having to go through one more team must be painful torture to them.”
Touchdown seems to be mocking Jack as they look to lock up—but Touchdown throws down Jack onto the mat and shouts “TOP GUY~!!!” at the top of his lungs! Though, Jack Haggard sweeps the legs and knocks Touchdown off of his feet, and the two spring back up to their feet just staring at one another! Jack Haggard is just smirking towards and Touchdown grabs onto the head of Haggard into a HEADLOCK and Haggard throws him into the ropes as he rebounds back and Touchdown brings him down with the SLINGBLADE! Touchdown goes for the tag on Cooldown, but he’s pulled off of the apron by Hank! Hank has pulled Cooldown off of the apron and throws him into the steps! Hank Sr looks to be getting involved and the referee’s eyes are off of what’s happening inside of the ring as Touchdown turns around and is popped up by Jack and Clancy – fucking somehow – slides inside of the ring!
SPEAR FISHING!
( Pop-Up (Jack) to a Spear (Clancy). )
AND CLANCY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING BEFORE THE REFEREE COULD TURN TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED! THE DEAD END EXPRESS HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY OF TURNING THIS WHOLE MATCH ON IT’S HEAD AS JACK TAGS IN HANK AND NOW HANK IS HEADING UP TOP! JACK PICKS UP TOUCHDOWN!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
THE COVER FROM HANK HAGGARD! HOOKING THE LEGS OF TOUCHDOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
KICK OUT FROM TOUCHDOWN!!!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“MY GOD! HOW DID TOUCHDOWN KICK OUT?! I THOUGHT THAT THE DEAD END EXPRESS WOULD’VE WON IT RIGHT THERE AND THEN!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“These boys are just crazy enough to take that much punishment and still survive, you’ve not seen how far they could go taking a beating?! Touchdown might’ve survived for now, but I think he needs to find a way to tag out before The Dead End Express puts another bullet in the back of his head.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And someone needs to sort out the outnumbering that The Haggards are doing right now, this is completely outrageous.”
Jack and Hank cannot believe that Touchdown even kicked out of the finisher and now, their main focus is to punish Touchdown and try to beat him down to unconsciousness, but Cooldown is back into the fight and lands a DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK onto the two brothers and knocking them back and away from Touchdown as they both stumbled out of the ring! Jimi wasn’t done there, however, rebounding off of the ropes and flying with a TOPE CON HILO to the outside onto the two brothers! Jimi grabs onto Hank and throws him inside of the ring but he waits for Jack to get to his feet, landing a SUPERKICK right onto the jaw of Jack and now Clancy wants to get involved again—
YOU’RE A NAGE!
( Spiking Uranage. )
CLANCY HAS BEEN SPIKED ONTO THE GROUND! BUT BACK INSIDE OF THE RING! TOUCHDOWN, WITH SOME FIRE IN HIS EYES, PICKS UP HANK HAGGARD!
TOUCHDOWN TO BOOGIE STREET!
( Corkscrew Neckbreaker. )
Cooldown slides back inside of the ring, before Touchdown can even think of going for the cover, and they’re both nodding to one another, they’ve got something in mind as the two grab an arm each!
CTE TRIGGER!
KNEES DRIVEN RIGHT INTO THE HEAD BUT THEY’RE NOT DONE THERE—
CTE TRIGGER!
AND THEY AREN’T DONE AS THEY GO FOR ANOTHER–
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
CTE TRIGGER!
THEY’RE HOLDING ONTO THE ARMS STILL, LOOKING AND BUILDING UP FOR ONE MORE…
CTE TRIGGER!
A TOTAL OF SEVEN CTE TRIGGERS RIGHT ONTO HANK HAGGARD AND HE’S LAID OUT FLAT ON THE RING MAT! THERE’S NO ONE LEFT TO SAVE HIM! THERE’S NOBODY LEFT TO HELP HIM AS TOUCHDOWN GOES FOR THE COVER AND COOLDOWN LOOKS AROUND!
ONE!
BUT WAIT! JACK HAGGARD IS INSIDE OF THE RING!
TWO!
HAGGARD TRIES TO CUT THROUGH COOLDOWN—
THREE!
—AND AT THE LAST MILLISECOND, JACK HAGGARD PUSHES COOLDOWN OVER AND BREAKS THE PINFALL! THE DEAD END EXPRESS ARE STILL IN THIS MATCH SOMEHOW! THEY’RE STILL ABLE TO SURVIVE, BUT CLEARLY, HANK HAGGARD IS OUT OF THE MATCH! HANK IS DOWN! CLANCY IS DOWN! IT’S JUST JACK HAGGARD LEFT!
HI-LOW!
TOUCHDOWN HOOKS THE LEG! THEY’VE GOT IT WON!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
HANK HAGGARD SR JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“DAMMIT! JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THE JAMROCKERS BEAT THEM ALL! THERE’S ALWAYS ONE LEFT!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Hank Haggard Sr – who we thought was still down after PRICE had beaten him up before The Jamrockers entered the match – just saved his sons from taking the loss here tonight and he just became one last chance that The Dead End Express needed to survive to the very end! But I don’t think that The Jamrockers are pleased with what they’re seeing right now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Of course not, just look at their faces! They’re fuming right now! They’ve got to be absolutely seething at this—wait a second, what are they doing? What the hell is Jimi thinking!?”
And that they were, Jimi Cooldown headed outside of the ring and grabbed onto the father of the Haggard brothers, picking him up into a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER lift and the fans are going insane right now! They know what’s coming as Touchdown rebounds off of the ropes and springboards!
TUNA MELTZER DRIVER!
ONTO HANK HAGGARD SR! ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! THEY’VE JUST KILLED A MAN! And now it’s Touchdown and Cooldown heading onto the apron, Touchdown heads inside of the ring and tags in Cooldown as he heads in and Touchdown heads out onto the apron. Cooldown is bringing Jack up to his feet once again and just dropping him down to the ground with a LARIAT! Cooldown just rushed through Jack Haggard but the Hangman just rolls back up and springs up onto his feet, getting right into the face of Jimi Cooldown and now fires off some STIFF FOREARM STRIKES right onto the head of Cooldown! And it’s now Cooldown that fires off a few of his own STIFFENED FOREARM STRIKES right into Jack Haggard as they begin trading back and forth with the forearms but Jack is the one who gets the advantage and then landing a kick right into the stomach, going for the PILEDRIVER but Cooldown pushes Jack away and into the ropes as he rebounds—
MAFIA KICK!
AND BOTH MEN FALL DOWN! Touchdown reaches out for the tag—but Hank is on the apron! He’s back in the match somehow!
HAGGARD BRAND!
( High-speed thumb thrust to the throat. )
Hank and Touchdown fall off of the apron and Hank continues to give a beatdown onto Touchdown, which is distracting the referee as he tries to bring some order between the two, but back inside of the ring is Jack and he’s being handed that railway spike by Clancy, hiding it from Cooldown as he tries to pick him up in a Fireman’s Carry—AND JACK STABS COOLDOWN WITH THE SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE EAR! AND NOW JUST LANDING THAT SPIKE RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OVER AND OVER AGAIN! COOLDOWN IS BLEEDING, AND HE’S BLEEDING BADLY, AS JACK PICKS UP COOLDOWN AND BRINGS HIM INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
PILEDRIVER!
Jack goes for the pin, hooking both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
KICK OUT BY JIMI COOLDOWN!
JACK CAN’T – AND WON’T – BELIEVE THIS! AND HE’S NOT GOING TO ACCEPT THIS! HE’S GOING FOR THE KILLING BLOW! BRINGING COOLDOWN TO HIS FEET, BLOODIED FACE AND ALL, AND JUST KNOCKS HIM RIGHT OFF OF HIS FEET WITH THE…
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
( Burning Lariat. )
AND HE’S NOT DONE WITH JUST ONE! HE’S BRINGING HIM UP ONTO HIS FEET FOR ONE MORE!
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
AND NOW, THE HOOK OF THE LEGS! ONE MORE PINFALL NEEDED TO WIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM COOLDOWN AND THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET AND SO IS COOLDOWN!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I don’t believe what I’m seeing right now! Jimi Cooldown just ate two of those DEEP SOUTH LARIATS and kicked out at the last second! He’s found the second wind needed! This might be the chance that he’s got to survive to the very end!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I’m not sure about that because he’s bleeding badly right now!”
Jack and Cooldown are trading punches, and they’re not soft punches, they’re CLOSED FIST PUNCHES AND ARE AIMING TO KNOCK THE OTHER MAN OUT! THEY’RE GOING TO FIGHT TO THE DEATH, IF THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS TO WIN THIS—OVERHAND RIGHT HOOK FROM JACK! AND HE’S BRINGING COOLDOWN UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! NO CLANCY AROUND! NO HANK AROUND! HE’S GOING TO HIT THIS TO FINISH THE JAMROCKERS OFF FOR GOOD!
DULVEY PARISH DRIVER!
( Burning Hammer. )
AND IT’S OVER! JACK HOOKS THE LEGS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“THEY’VE DONE IT! THEY’VE CUT THROUGH EVERYONE IN THEIR WAY!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“An unbelievable scene here tonight! The Dead End Express, by any means necessary, has survived each and every team that was thrown in their way! I cannot believe it, I really thought the Jamrockers would’ve beaten them considering the state that the two brothers were in before they entered!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I don’t think that ANYONE would have predicted this to happen! This is MONUMENTAL!”
Soon after the bell had rung, ‘Call The Devil My Friend’ is heard over the speakers and Jack Haggard pulls himself off of the bloodied Jimi Coolown before being joined in the ring by his two brothers and their father, celebrating this massive win for them and knowing that they’ve survived an onslaught of teams.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner of the Tag Team Clusterfuck Gauntlet… JACK AND HANK HAGGARD… THE DEAD END EXXXXXXPRRRESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”
With all four on their feet, arms raised, there’s grins on the four as Jack and Hank both drop down to their knees after the brutality of what they’ve had to go through to win this whole match, but with their arms raised up once again by their father? The feed transitions into a commercial break.
Backstage, Irina Sokolov is seen seated beside Joshua Rotunda on a couple of crates. Irina’s hands are being wrapped up, their gaze focused intently on their own hands. For several moments, it’s the calm before the storm, a quiet lull in the otherwise secluded area. Joshua breaks the silence, leaning against the wall behind him as he glances at his sister in law.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
How are you feeling?
IRINA SOKOLOV
Like Bull in China shop. Ready to demolish the last roadblock standing between me and gold.
Joshua nods, a little grin tugging at the corner of his lips. To see his sister in law in such spirits was a nice change of the otherwise somber mood they had been in lately. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a necklace with a small crystal-like charm hanging from it.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I had something special made for you. I know how much you miss your sister. So… Here.
He holds the necklace out towards Irina, who raises a brow slightly. One hand wrapped in black tape reaching out to carefully take the necklace.
IRINA SOKOLOV
What is this? You said no mushy stuff before match.
Irina lightly nudges their brother in law with their elbow, though Joshua lets out a gentle laugh in response.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I went and got some of Nikita’s favorite colors put into a necklace for you a few days ago. Handled with care and made special just for you. I figured having a piece of her close to you during the fight would make it that much better.
Irina stares at Joshua for a moment, quickly securing the necklace around their neck. One hand clutches the charm where their sisters favorite colors are an array of neat and sparkly glitter. They shake it for a few moments, watching the little swirl of a storm within. A gentle kiss pressed to the charm before they focus upon Joshua once more.
IRINA SOKOLOV
… Thank you, Josh. Really, this is a lot for me. But, I will do this. I can do this. Not just for myself, but for Nikita as well. For you. For everyone who believes in me.
Joshua shrugs slightly, reaching a hand out to ruffle some of Irina’s hair that hasn’t yet been done. There’s a slight grimace from the younger who grumbles a few words of Russian. Though, Joshua’s gaze moves towards an approaching figure.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
I’ll leave you to it. Good luck.
He nudges Irina’s shoulder with a gentle tap, stepping out of the view, as Irina’s gaze drifts towards the figure Joshua had taken sight of.
IRINA SOKOLOV
If you are here to do more blabbering, then you should save it.
Approaching with an amused sneer on her otherwise sultry visage is none other than ANA SOMNIA. She is dressed and ready for her fight against the other Russian, wearing 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. Her EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP is slung over her shoulder while her IBW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP is wrapped around her sculpted waist.
ANA SOMNIA
Your perspective is noted— and ignored, сука. Although, this… perspective sounds more like threat to me, hmm? Last woman to threaten me, I kicked her lipstick through back of skull and into third row. Perhaps you wish for both of your smug faces to join her teeth?
An audible snort spills from Irina’s lips as they roll their eyes. Their gaze is focused on their right hand, finishing up wrapping it as they rip the tape off with their teeth. The rest of the roll set aside for now as they lean back against the wall. Legs stretched ahead of them on the lengthy box they’ve situated upon.
IRINA SOKOLOV
Da, da. More angry words from the perpetually angry woman. Not sure if you know, but you are not as scary as you think. In fact, I am sure others would be shaking in boots right now. But, well… Irina does not have boots on just yet. Tough.
There’s a beat as Irina sighs softly, a bit of aggitation in their tone as they hop down from the crate to be level with Ana Somnia. Arms cross over their chest, but their gaze is unwavering and narrowed slightly as they focus upon their opponent for the night.
IRINA SOKOLOV
Besides, I would save the shenanigans until later tonight. You are not big, tough, scary as you think you are. After all, only one of us will be standing tall later tonight and quite frankly? As much as I hate to be bearer of bad news, for you, but it will not be you. You lack substance, grit, the power to go on with or without gold. Perhaps that is issue with you, Ana. You collect gold because you believe it makes you better, da?
The corner of Ana’s arterial red lips slowly curls deeper and deeper into an animalistic smirk, somewhat akin to the haunting lips of the Xenomorph pulling back before ending the life of its prey. By the time Irina’s words subside, Ana’s head shakes in contemptuous condescension.
ANA SOMNIA
You amuse me, Irina. If I did not have to end your career, your life tonight, I might have considered sparing you, simply so you could continue to amuse me… like clown. But нет. Do you want to know why you amuse me, маленький девочка? This is because I think you actually believe what you say. I would feel sad for you, but I feel sympathy for you like I have sympathy for dirt in tread of boot... none at all. Instead? Instead, I would rather watch you as realization sets in… realization these words, this posturing? Nothing more than delusion.
Snickering, Ana adjusts the title on her shoulder. She slowly advances toward the two individuals on the crates before her as she continues her diabolical diatribe.
ANA SOMNIA
I do not think I am any of these things you say I think I am. I know I am these things. I know I am these things because I have stood across from biggest, from toughest, from scariest, and I have done this in ring, in cage, in parking lot. I have looked these people in eye and then I have ripped this eye out and force-fed this back to them. There is no one bigger than Undisputed. There is no one tougher than Survivor of Fittest. And more than anything else? There is no one scarier than Devil Herself. Your projection makes clear you know this already, even if you cannot yet admit this. Perhaps I need to send you to join your sister in grave for you to understand this.
Irina remains stonefaced, throughout majority of the encounter, until Ana brings up her deceased sister. Red flashes across their face, a fire inside their eyes as they move to take a few steps towards Ana. But, Joshua, who has since remained silent and unreactive, quickly forces his way in front of his sister in law. Irina mutters to him in Russian, glaring daggers at Ana over Joshua’s shoulder. Though, Joshua turns around to face Ana with a small grin that lacks amusement.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
You’re a funny woman, Ana Somnia. It will be a real shame when you’re choking on your own blood and teeth. You think you’re scary? But, you haven’t seen scary. A woman of your caliber might be safe in another predicament but this?
Joshua clicks his tongue, head shaking a bit.
JOSHUA ROTUNDA
This was a line no one should ever cross. You mention my deceased wife. You mention Irina’s deceased sister in bad light and you have no idea what you have awakened. It would be in your best interest to bite your tongue next time… Cyka.
With those words, Joshua quickly ushers an irate Irina away. Who is still cursing in Russian and kicking at things along the way. Clearly worked up from Ana’s words as the scene fades out, the older Russian woman snickering arrogantly as it does.
WITNESS THE FALLOUT OF EARNED, NOT GIVEN II ON MONDAY NIGHT COMBAT!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It is time to "crown" our very first champion here in IPW, Dom... The IPW National Openweight Championship. In a match so wild that we haven't seen it here on the XHF Network in what? 4 years? Maybe more?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Since Supremacy 2018! The night the bear ALMOST won! I can assure each and every one of you at home, the crown that is suspended above the ring tonight definitely fits each of our competitors, even those who insist on wearing a mask. Look at this crowd, almost every other person seems to have bought a replica crown from the merch tables!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Everyone wants to be a king, just ask Aren and El Rey! Now, the four wrestlers that are looking to sit on the throne tonight have had a major impact in making IPW a sucess in it's short history. Let's take a look at how we got here.”
A video package plays highlights from each of the competitors matches in IPW. We then see the brawl break out after Adrenaline II. Reckless Jack hitting Liz Karlson over and over with a chair before picking up her to his Reckless Killing. Leo Reza intervening before hitting Jack with a rope-aided gamengiri before running into a big boot from JUDITH. We see Reckless Jack's Stomping Stampede on JUDITH. Liz and Leo squaring up. Security breaking them up and Jason Long announcing the match.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Leo Reza was originally slated to be in this match per Jason Long, but after the attack by Ricky Gunn left them unable to compete, Long found a suitable replacement in Cross Recoba having just come off a hard fought loss to in the Infinite Pro Tournament, setting the stage for tonight. Let's send it to Casey, in the ring!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH!!!! It is for YOUR INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! This match is no disqualification, no pinfalls and no submissions. The competitor that can retrieve the crown above us, place it on their head and sit on the throne at the top of the entrance ramp will be proclaimed winner and first IPW National Openweight Champion. Introducing first...”
The lights in the arena go down as 'Trouble's Coming' begins to play out through the aforementioned speakers. Alternating blue, white, and pink spotlights flash on the entrance ramp, and we get quick flickers of opponents being dropped on their heads and getting dropped by strikes interspersed with flickers of beer cans opening;
I GAVE MY KNUCKLES A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY
SPIDER WEB CRACKS ON THE MIRROR,
I SEE SOMEONE, BUT NOT SOMEBODY.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD...
The tron continues to go as smoke billows from the entrance ramp, and we get a glimpse of a silhouette for a moment, backlit by a blue and pink light.
I LET THESE DEMONS TAKE HOLD AND CHOKE ON ME
CAN'T FILL THESE HOLES I'M DIGGIN'
CAN'T STOP MY HEART WHEN IT'S SINKIN'
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD...
The silhouette gets hyped up with the music, and the crowd presumably rises to a crescendo as they do so.
...YOU DON'T THINK I WOULD PRETEND?
TROUBLE'S COMIN' BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHEN
THAT'S THE VOICE THAT I CAN HEAR IN MY HEAD.
I HEAR IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Liz breaks from the smoke as the chorus starts, throwing both middle fingers up in the air before letting out a joyous scream with the crowd. She reaches into her jacket pockets and throws a few beers to crowd members before cracking one herself and taking a massive swig, and hurling it at the ground. She leaps forward and knee-slides toward the ring, before rolling through.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Liz flings herself forward and leaps up onto her apron, before rolling over the ropes and into the ring. She poses.
CASEY KINCAID
“Fighting tonight out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing in at one-hundred and fifty-five pounds...she is the Compact Combatant...The Mistress of Fuckery...THE BRICK SHITHOUSE...LIZ...KARLSON!”
Karlson plays up the introduction as it plays out, before getting to her name and pointing a finger at her face, screaming 'That's me! That's fucking me!' to the nearest camera.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You can tell that Liz is laser focused tonight. She wants that championship belt and she believes she has the skills to accomplish it.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It's going to be a grueling feat though, is she masterful in the ring? Without a doubt. But this match is unlike any other. While some of her opponents have done a lot of talking these last few weeks, I've been told that Liz has been keeping to herself, almost in a deep state of meditation. Closed off to the outside world. Will it pay off in this type of match?”
"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
“Coming to the ring, standing at six feet and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada.... and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of the XHF NETWORK'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Here he comes! The Box Office Smash, his HCW title over his shoulder! Cross is looking to add a belt to his second shoulder tonight Dom!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You're absolutely right, Chloe. We know how much that HCW title means to Cross Recoba, having won it on the opening night of High Calibre Wrestling prior to them going under. That match would see Cross ascend to the top of the wrestling world.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I've been told that HCW match will be aired on the XHF Network before long. Despite how big of a moment that win was for Cross, it's more important having that belt here in the Network as it gives him the Golden Ticket to a shot at the X*Crown.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“While the champion IS here tonight, I can assure you that Cross only has one crown on his mind tonight and that is the one high above us.”
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.
The crowd here in Dublin gets to their feet and cheer as the lights start to dim down because cool shit happens in the dark. The opening riff from "South of Heaven” by Slayer begins. After the usual intro for Reckless Jack’s entrance passes by as the song suddenly comes to a complete halt. A new riff starts up as few lyrics are heard...
"Ti-tiger style
Tiger style
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
BANG IT
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style (Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style
Tiger style (Come on!)
Bang it! Huh! Come on!"
The crowd in Dublin comes unglued as the Reckless Jack edit of "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothin' Ta Fuck Wit" by Wu-Tang Clan feat. Tom Morello and Chad Smith keeps playing as the lights stay out.
"There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I slam blam blam blam blam
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mister, who is that?
Eh yo, the Jack is back
Makin wrestlers go boom boom boom boom, like on supercat (cat)
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Reckless One, killer to the eardrum (drum drum drum drum)"
Reckless Jack appears from the back now as he stands in the middle of the entryway, standing in front of a cheering crowd here tonight. Looking out into the crowd, seeing all the fans, he gives a nod of appreciation before starting to walk down to the ring. He slaps a few hands that stick out from the crowd, not really paying attention to who it is.
"Nothin' ta fuck wit
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit"
Once Jack gets to ringside, he runs and slides into the ring. Hopping back up to his feet, he jogs to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, looking out into the crowd once more. Jumping off, he does the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. After jumping from there, Reckless Jack then gets checked out by the ref for any contraband, like an actual sword that could kill someone as his music fades off. Going into the corner, he leans against the turnbuckles and waits for the Throne of Blood match to begin.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Now, Reckless Jack had a lot to say this week. He feels like this is his time, but the question remains... who IS he? I thought I knew who it was but some of the mannerisms lately just don't match.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Regardless of who it is, Reckless Jack has been a force to be reckoned with here in IPW”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Listen to the crowd, they are definitely behind him. Will he pull from that tonight as motivation?”
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.
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.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What an amazing specimen.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“To be frank, she scares me some, and there is no slowing her down. It's like she can take anything you dish out at her and she keeps stalking.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That will be put to the test tonight. Does she have the stamina to hang with some of the best in ring performers? Is she just a flash in the pan, pick something up and bash you in the face kind of gal?”
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 the start of the match.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“WE ARE READY! THEY ARE READY! HERE..WE...GO!!!”
MATCH FOUR
THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH — INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
LIZ KARLSON vs RECKLESS JACK vs CROSS RECOBA vs JUDITH
DING! DING!
At the sound of the bell, all four explode out of their corner. RECKLESS JACK immediately begins firing LEFTS and RIGHTS at JUDITH and CROSS RECOBA and LIZ KARLSON exchange KICKS and PUNCHES. JUDITH fires back at Jack, backing him into the corner. She backs away and looks up at the crown suspending above her before smiling and running in with a BIG BOOT! Cross is locked up with Liz and sends her into the ropes, going for a CLOTHESLINE that is ducked. Liz rebounds on the ropes but holds on to them as Cross turns to catch her. Seeing her at the ropes, Cross charges in but Liz drops down PULLING THE TOP ROPE DOWN with her as Cross spills out of the ring and hits the floor with a thud. JUDITH is picking Reckless Jack up and sends him towards Liz, who DROPS DOWN AGAIN and Reckless Jack tumbles down landing on Cross. JUDITH runs towards Liz who ONCE AGAIN PULLS THE ROPES DOWN, and just like the other two, JUDITH spills down below.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Liz Karlson clearing the ring! What a hectic start to this match.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Pure chaos, all for a chance at IPW gold! Judith pulls herself up on the apron. Jack and Cross look to be doing the same on the barrica- LOOK OUT!”
TOPE SUICIDA!
Liz Karlson cleared the top rope, lunging and wiping out all three of her opponents who had just gotten to their feet. The crowd pops big time as all four sprawl out across the ringside. The momentum from the dive knocked Cross into the barricade, hitting the back of his head. He rolls half under the barricade as the crowd backs up. Liz pulls herself up and grabs JUDITH'S hair, pulling her up as well. She drags her to the corner of the ring and SLAMS HER HEAD AGAINST THE OUTSIDE RINGPOST. JUDITH grabs her head, but with a smile on her face as she stumbles backwards. Liz goes to reach for her but JUDITH grabs her outstretched arm, pulls her towards her and BITES her forearm!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Did she just bite her?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“In this type of match, all rules go out of the window. You simply win at ALL costs!”
It is now JUDITH who SLAMS LIZ INTO THE RINGPOST and pushes her back against it and slowly lifts her hand up and...
HACK & SLASH
(Six Knife-edged chop to an opponent's chest)
JUDITH absolutely lights up Liz's chest. Meanwhile, Reckless Jack walks to the barricade and grabs Cross' legs. Cross' head is still under the barricade. Jack looks around and falls backwards to the floor, CATAPULTINGS CROSS' THROAT INTO THE BARRICADE!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“CROSS MAY BE SERIOUSLY HURT!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Someone needs to check on him!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Reckless Jack has had a vendetta since Adrenaline I when he feels he was cheated out of the match against Cross. He is taking it out on him now!”
Reckless Jack is on top of Cross throwing LEFTS and RIGHTS in some great ground and pound as Cross does as much as possible to cover up his face while still holding his throat. JUDITH is dragging Liz Karlson over to where a ladder is set up outside of the ring. She goes to smash her head on it but Liz blocks and ELBOWS JUDITH in the gut. She turns and grabs JUDITH who is doubled over and hits a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX. JUDITH grimaces as she lands awkwardly on the concrete floor. Reckless Jack has Cross back up and rolls him in the ring before following. Liz is picking JUDITH up on the outside and now propping her up on the ladder. She goes to walk away but looks back and smiles before running towards JUDITH and hits her with a SPEAR...NO!
JUDITH MOVES OUT OF THE WAY
LIZ SPEARS THE LADDER!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LIZ KARLSON JUST TOOK HERSELF OUT OF THE MATCH!”
Back in the ring, Reckless Jack WHIPS Cross Recoba into the corner. He charges in for a CLOTHESLINE but Cross GETS A FOOT UP. Instead of running into it, Jack puts the brakes on and stop. He smiles at Cross before SLAPPING HIM ACROSS THE FACE.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What an insult! Jack not showing Cross any respect with that slap. WAIT! HE FIRED CROSS UP!”
Cross takes exception to the slap and beings ROCKING Reckless Jack with ELBOW SMASHES, backing him back towards the middle of the ring. The two square off. Meanwhile JUDITH picks the ladder up off of Liz who is writhing in pain on the floor and she slides in the ring. As Cross and Reckless Jack lock up, it's short lived and they are able to get their heads turned just in time to see JUDITH charging at them holding the ladder.
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE WITH THE LADDER!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh DAMN! Did you HEAR that impact?”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Hear? I FELT that. JUDITH is in a great spot here!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“All she has to do is grab the crown, then the match can really get started!”
JUDITH sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring and looks over at Cross Recoba and Reckless Jack then up at the crown. She smiles big. Meanwhile, Liz Karlson is pulling herself up on the time-keepers table and notices the table of medieval weapons. She picks up a staff that has a morningstar attached by a chain. JUDITH is ascending the ladder. Liz slides back into the ring with the weapon as JUDITH'S fingers brush the crown slightly. LIZ SWINGS. JUDITH sees her out of the corner of her eyes and braces for an impact that doesn't come. Instead, the morningstar misses and flies through one of the gaps in rungs. It wraps around the side of the ladder. Liz thinking fast, pulls at the staff with all her strength, pulling the ladder over SENDING JUDITH CRASHING TO THE MAT! She rolls to the outside of the ring.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“OH! JUDITH IS DOWN! She is down HARD!”
Liz picks the ladder up and attempts to set it up, eyes focused on the prize above.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LOOKOUT!”
TOTALLY RECKLESS
(Step Down Enziguri)
Out of nowhere, Reckless Jack stops Liz Karlson in her tracks. She falls down to the mat in a seated position. Reckless Jack looks at her and then to the crowd before backing up and pointing at his knee. Liz near the middle of the ring, the ladder beside her. Jack takes off at a full sprint.
RUNNING KNE-NO! MISSLE DROPKICK!
The dropkick from Cross Recoba sends Reckless Jack out of the ring. Cross stands and walks over to the ropes, jawing at the downed Jack. He turns back towards the ladder but is met with a SUPERKICK that sends him over the top rope and down to the floor below.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Here we go again, all four are back to the outside. Don't they realize to win this match you have to get the crown? It's going to be difficult doing that if you aren't in the ring!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“At least Liz is taking a more conventional exit from the ring than she did last time!”
Liz rolls under the bottom ropes and out of the ring as Reckless Jack makes his way back to his feet. Liz runs at him but Jack bends and BACKDROPS her over the guardrail and into the crowd. Meanwhile, JUDITH is back up and is CHOKING Cross with some of the microphone cables by the time keepers table. Cross is fighting for air, flailing his arms and out of the corner of his eye he sees a fan holding some nachos. Cross reaches out and his fingertips JUST grab the edge of the nacho container and he LAUNCHES THE NACHOS AT JUDITH!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Did He? I- uh... ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I've been doing this for a long time and using Nachos as a means to try and get out of a hold is new to me!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh look, now we are in the crowd! GUYS! THE CROWN IS DOWN HERE!”
Liz and Jack are fighting up the stairs as security tries to keep the crowd in check. On the floor, JUDITH wipes off the nacho cheese in disgust and CINCHES THE CABLES TIGHTER. Cross frantically searches the floor as he is turning shades of purple and finds a plastic fork that was in the nacho tray. He breaks it in half on the floor and in desperation swings it up! STABBING JUDITH IN THE FOREHEAD!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“You thought the cheese was bad! CROSS JUST STABBED HER!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I'm having a hard to keeping up! JUDITH IS bent over holding her head! LIZ IS NOT IN A GOOD POSITION UP THERE!”
In the crowd, Reckless Jack is delivering some nasty CHOPS to Liz on the stairs as she teeters at the edge. A yelling fan distracts him, trying to shove a crown and Sharpie in his face for an autograph. When he refocuses on Liz, it's too late.
SILVER BULLET
( Spear! )
Jack doubles up in the chair as Liz drops to a knee trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile Cross is untangling himself from the cables as JUDITH holds her head, now bleeding. Cross PICKS UP THE MAKESHIFT PLASTIC SHIV AND DIGS IT DEEPER into JUDITH'S head as she lets out a scream. The face doesn't match the sounds though as it appears she is enjoying herself. Cross drops the weapon, satisfied for a moment and looks around. He sees Reckless Jack and Liz across the aisle. He starts dragging JUDITH that way. Liz regroups and goes to pick Jack back out of the chair but as she does, he grabs her head and DDTS her down into the seat! Jack stands up and looks down at Liz Karlson, even with the mask you can tell he has ill intentions. He climbs a couple steps so that he is now above her and jumps back down.
DIVING DOUBLE STOMP
TO THE BACK OF THE CHAIR
(With Liz's Neck Sandwiched Between)
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh NO! Get help now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That looked scary, someone check on her!”
JUDITH and Cross Recoba fight their way up to where Reckless Jack is. The three of them begin TRADING PUNCHES as they make their way to the concourse. The crowd gathers around them. Reckless Jack picks up a trash can and THROWS IT AT CROSS. It bounces off with minimal damage as it's plastic but it DOES trip Cross up enough to slow him down. JUDITH reaches behind her to a cart that is selling Margaritas and picks up a bottle of tequila. She SMASHES IT into Cross' head. He goes down. Reckless Jack is immediately on JUDITH as he picks up a container of margarita salt and SLAMS IT INTO JUDITH"S HEAD, TWISTING AS HE DOES! JUDITH is writhing in pain!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh God, that just gave me chills... I've heard of rubbing salt in wounds before but this is ridiculous! Oh that hurts me watching it.”
Cross raises his head, and he is bleeding... badly. He picks at the glass from the tequila bottle as the alcohol burns. He is trying to keep the blood and the glass out of his eyes. Jack grabs JUDITH and hits a RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP sending her back crashing into the cinderblock wall behind them. He mounts and beings to repeatedly PUNCH her bleeding head. The blood flies up and splatters all over Jack's arm, attire and mask. It only makes him that much more aggressive. Meanwhile Cross is over by a concession stand with a bottle of water and stacks of napkins, trying to clean his cut. He gets it somewhat decent and sees a merchandise table selling replica crowns. He goes over to it and begins talking to the older gentlemen working the table.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What the hell is Cross doing? I think that bottle shot to the head made him forget he is in a match. HE'S BUYING SOUVENIERS!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack and JUDITH are FINALLY coming back this way... AND LOOK! IT'S PROBABLY A GOOD THING FOR THEM!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“It's good to see Liz moving, although at this point, the crowd may be the only thing she's responding too!”
Reckless Jack and JUDITH make their way back into the crowd. The fans are cheering loudly which gets both Jack and JUDITH's attention and they notice that Liz is crawling over the barricade, slowly, still feeling the effects of the stomp to the seat that damn near broke her neck. Her eyes are glued to the ladder lying in the ring. Jack gets ready to make a beeline for Liz but JUDITH grabs his shoulder and turns him back towards her and fakes a jab and Jack throws a hand up to block it but JUDITH hits him with a BIG BOOT OUT OF NOWHERE!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It may only be June, but TRICK OR TREAT! OH!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He's going to feel that tomorrow! EVERY STEP!”
Jack falls back and begins to roll head over toe down the stairs. The crowd goes almost silent out of fear of Jack being seriously hurt but then a wave of frenzied chaos erupts as the crowd cheers on the match... particularly Liz Karlson who has now made it in the ring. JUDITH is sprinting down the stairs. Jack is stirring but there is still no sign of Cross Recoba. Liz Karlson pulls herself up on the ladder. She steadies herself and looks up, straightening the ladder some before pulling herself up on the first rung. JUDITH jumps the barricade and slides into the ring as Liz manages to pull herself about halfway up the ladder, oblivious that she has company. Reckless Jack pulls himself up by the pant legs of a fan who pats him on the back before getting pushed back by security. In the ring, Liz pulls herself up another run, almost to the top but JUDITH gets behind her and POWERBOMBS her off the ladder to the mat.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Thunderous Powerbomb! How much more punishment can Liz's neck and back take!?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Well, judging by the look in Jack's eyes, everyone may get just a bit more...”
Jack is back at ringside and picks a scepter up from a nearby table. He gets in the ring and does his best Barry Bonds impersonation and SWINGS FOR THE FENCE but gets a BOOT TO THE GUT and the scepter goes flying. JUDITH sets him up for a POWERBOMB but as she lifts him he ROLLS THROUGH and off her shoulders landing on his feet and reaching behind him. JUDITH turns around and CRACK! Reckless Jack had pulled a cudgel out of his pants and absolutely BLASTS JUDITH IN THE HEAD! Her gash is opened wider and blood stains the canvas. Jack looks up at the crown and realizes he is the only person standing. He begins to climb. He gets to the top of the ladder and begins to reach for the crown.
LOW BLOW
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“OW!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well, someone finally reached the crown there, the crown jewels! I guess all that talk from Cross about how Liz has no "out of nowhere" moves is out of the window now!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Speaking of... where the hell IS Cross? Buying Jamrockers T-shirts?”
Reckless Jack was absolutely wrecked. He is doubled over on the top of the ladder. Liz Karlson begins to climb the opposite side of the ladder. At the top Liz tries to reach for the crown but she can't quite get her fingers on it. She pushes herself up on Reckless Jack a bit, trying to get a grasp on the crown. Jack stirs. He sends a RIGHT HOOK to Liz's body that knocks the wind out of her momentarily. Jack stands and reaches, getting the edges of his fingers around the crown. Liz climbs up to the second to last rung and gets her hand on the crown also. They begin PUNCHING AND ELBOWING each other with the hand that isn't on the crown.
JUDITH SHOVES THE LADDER!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WATCH OUT!”
CRASH!
Liz Karlson goes flying off the ladder and out of the ring, THROUGH A NEARBY TABLE! The wood splinters and flies in the air. The ladder bounces off the top ropes and rebounds hitting JUDITH awkwardly in the side of the head, knocking her out! RECKLESS JACK IS DANGLING FROM THE CROWN! He undoes a hook and latch and falls to the canvas with a thud, CROWN IN HAND!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“HE DID IT! RECKLESS JACK HAS THE CROWN!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Now that is just half the battle... he may be one step closer to being champion, but he has to get up the ramp to the throne! Despite that, he should be proud. You can really tell he is-”
WHAM!
Cross Recoba SLAMS A HEAVY SACK into the shoulder of Reckless Jack. The sack rips, sending replica crowns bouncing all over the ring and to the floor outside, along with the real crown! The impact dropped Jack to a knee as he frantically searches for the real crown. Reckless Jack rolls out of the ring looking for the crown while Cross rolls out of the rings looking for a microphone.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I guess Cross had a gameplan all along”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But what is he doing? Jack is in the right area, there are no crowns where Cross is.”
CROSS RECOBA
“IPW FANS! Those are some beautiful crowns you are all wearing. Just like the ones scattered in the ring and at ringside are beautiful. What would be even better, is if you all rained more down! Let's see it! Take those crowns and throw them at ringside!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh no, Dom... take cover!”
The crowd looks uneasy at first but a moment later a crown comes flying out of the crowd and bounces off Reckless Jack. It creates a "FOOD FIGHT" moment, or in this case a CROWN FIGHT as crown, after crown come flying from the crowd hitting Cross, Jack, Judith and Liz. They all try to cover themselves while still searching for the real crown. It is absolute madness. JUDITH, now back to her feet, but barely, FOREARMS Reckless Jack across the back. Liz who has gotten to her knees, jumps up as Cross holds his head and approaches. SPINEBUSTER! Liz and JUDITH meet on the ramp, and TRADE BLOWS, before something catches their eye! THEY SEE THE CROWN! They bend down and both grab it at the same time. As they stand they look up and off the barricade, Reckless Jack is twisting in the air.
PHOENIX SPLASH!
Reckless Jack grabs the crown, limps up the ramp as quick as he can... He places the crown on his head and fist pumps the crowd before energetically sitting down on the throne!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“YOUR WINNER, AND NEW IPW-”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What's this?”
An IPW official is waving his arms. He is waving no behind Jack. Another official runs in and they have a quick discussion before the second official runs down to ringside, as Jack angrily watches. Cross, Liz and JUDITH all stand trying to figure out what's going on as the official runs over to Casey.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, IPW officials have determined that the crown Reckless Jack is wearing, is one of the replica's sold in the concourse. This match will continue!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Tsk tsk, he had the wrong one! The relief of knowing you finally did it, and then having that rug pulled out from under you CAN'T feel good!”
Reckless Jack is visibly upset. The official shows him what to look for to know it's a fake. A few of the other officials show the other three. They all begin looking, forgetting they are even in a brutal match with each other. The only mission now is to find the crown. After a moment of searching, Liz has it! She makes her way up the ramp but Jack and Cross don't realize she has it. Liz puts the crown on her head as she gets to the top of the stage. She turns to sit but BIG BOOT TO THE THRONE!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Can't sit on a throne if there is no throne!”
The throne slams to the ramp, getting Reckless Jack and Cross Recoba's attention. JUDITH made sure that Liz couldn't sit down and win the match, sending the throne crashing backwards. Liz turns to hit JUDITH but is lifted up off her feet.
MURDER AT THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
( Pop-up Powerbomb )
JUDITH bends down to pick up the crown.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I can't believe it! JUDITH IS GOING TO WI-”
RECKLESS KILLING OMEGA
( Ganso Bomb )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“-WISH SHE HAD SOME TYLENOL! SHE'S BEEN DESTROYED!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This could be it!!!”
Reckless Jack picks up the crown and places it on his head. He looks over his shoulder to the chair before looking back at JUDITH and Liz Karlson, both out cold. As he turns to the chair once again, Cross is there!
KICK TO THE GUT
CROSS REACHES FOR THE CROWN!
Reckless Jack instinctively grabs the crown and pull it off his head. Cross grabs, getting a handful of mask and rips it off Reckless Jacks face!
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.
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“OH MY GOD! IT'S CHRIS SANDERSON!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESS THAT!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Me neither! From what it sounds like, the crowd is just a shocked. SPEAKING OF SHOCKED... UP...”
While everyone is stunned that Chris Sanderson was under the mask, Cross stuns Chris by picking him up.
UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!!!
( Jumping Spinning Tombstone Piledriver )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...ALLLLL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!!!!!! LOOK AT THE CARNAGE! THERE ARE BODIES EVERYWEHRE!!!”
Bloodied, and battered, Cross beings down and picks up the crown, putting it on his head, a little crooked. He slowly walks to the throne and struggles quite a bit before being able to lift it back upright, falling into the chair.
DING! DING! DING!
CHLOE HARTWELL
“HE'S DONE IT! CROSS SITS ON THE THRONE WITH THE CROWN ON!!!!”
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner... AND NEW INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! CROSSSS RECOBBBAAAAA!!!!!”
Cross motions for his belts, exhausted. The timekeeper runs up the ramp with IPW belt and HCW belt. Just as he is about to hand them to Cross...
STACKED DECK!
( Diamond Cutter )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
JACK FUCKING DIAMOND lays the timekeeper out with the cutter! He grabs the HCW Diamond Title. Cross tries to stand but Jack SLAMS the Diamond Title into Cross's head, laying him out. The crowd is going crazy. Jack picks up the Openweight Championship and drapes it over Cross. He throws the HCW Diamond Title over his shoulder, brushes it off and exits the arena as the crowd buzzes.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack Diamond doesn't even work here! Mr. Long needs to check his buddy!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He DOES work for Cross though, our new IPW National Openweight Champion!!! I'm sure there will be hell to pay for that one, and why did he take the HCW Diamond Title from him?”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“There is no telling! Way too much to unpack here. Cross is champion, RECKLESS JACK WAS CHRIS SANDERSON!!! and Jack Fucking Diamond has made off with Cross' HCW Diamond Title, but what an amazing match that was! Look at the wreckage. They've got to get all these crowns cleaned up! Our MAIN EVENT IS NEXT!!!”
THE CONTINUATION OF THE SOVEREIGN CUP CONTINUES!
CASEY KINCAID
“It is now time for your MAIN EVENT OF FIRST CONTACT! It is set for ONE FALL and it is THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT where the winner will become the INAUGURAL INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!”
The crowd cheers, very loudly, but they set in the boos once they hear—
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 3Arena 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
“Introducing first… 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.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ana Somnia, one of Jason Long’s top acquisitions for Infinite Pro Wrestling, became an ungodly force within a matter of moments as she took on Liz Karlson in a barn-burning main event of Adrenaline II and then maiming Alastor Touchdown at Adrenaline IV.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“She might be his top acquisition, but she’s got to face someone that I’ve come to grow a love for in Irina Sokolov.”
But with the music fading away and the slow beginning of ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play throughout the 3Arena, the song kicks in just in time for the arrival of Irina Sokolov— coming out to a heavy crowd reaction of cheers, which gives them a smile along their face before beginning to head down the steps and make their way around the ring before entering, getting into the corner and looking directly across at Ana Somnia as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“And her opponent… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… SHE IS THE BIRD OF PREY… IRRRRIIINNNAAAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOOOVVVVV!!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And here comes the person that you, Chloe, have just said you grew—”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I know what I said, you fucking idiot. And you know what, I’m not wrong about it either. Irina Sokolov took down Leo Reza with a Move of the Night award before advancing onward and into Cross Recoba—whilst the controversy is still in the air for that ending? Cross isn’t here and Irina is. That’s a heavy task to try and overcome when being a rookie, and she’s got one more here right in front of her.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I’m sure every Russian viewer is tuning in for this one, both from the city of Moscow and they’ve both represented their home country here tonight as Ana Somnia and Irina Sokolov fight for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship!”
MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT FINALS — INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
IRINA SOKOLOV vs ANA SOMNIA
DING! DING!
The main event has finally arrived, and both IRINA SOKOLOV and ANA SOMNIA are staring one another down, as the building is all on Irina’s side—but there’s an occasional small chant for Ana as well. Irina keeps their eyes on Ana the whole time that the two are circling around the ring, they’re aware of just how much of a killing machine that Ana has become well known to be. Irina rushes in but is caught with a IPPON SEOI NAGE that throws Irina hard to the mat but they’re able to pick themselves up and taunt Ana to bring more on, and she did exactly that as she connected a SOK TEE elbow right to the head of Irina and it knocked them back and Irina answers back with a STIFFENED SHOOT KICK right into the chest of Ana and it knocked her back hard. Ana goes for another SOK TEE but Irina ducked the elbow and caught Ana in time, throwing her overhead with a T-BONE SUPLEX POWERSLAM! Irina thought about going for the cover on Ana but they decide not to, looking for more ways of bringing on punishment towards Ana as they look to be calculating every single move that Ana makes.
However, it’s Ana that springs to her feet and pushes Irina away from her, before running in and landing a SYSTEMA BALLISTIC STRIKE PUNCH right to the stomach and completely folding Irina, which allows Ana to control the match within an instant—but Irina drives both of their feet upward and lands a SHOTGUN KICK right into the jaw of Ana that knocks her back and onto the mat, climbing onto Ana and grabbing onto the arms before beginning some ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS right to the head of Ana Somnia, just stomping down onto the head and aiming for a major knockout early on in this main event match!
But she finally releases the hold onto Ana, giving her a chance to recover, as she backs herself into the corner and watches with the keen eye on Ana. The Relentless Russian is struggling to get to her feet in the early stages of the contest, being stomped down to the mat as hard as she was would give her that effect though, but she does her best to fight through the pain in her jaw.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“A very strong beginning for Irina Sokolov right now, surprising just about everyone here as they’re going toe to toe with Ana and slamming her down to the mat with some excessive force behind it, but I guess with what we saw earlier—you’d have to imagine there’s some anger behind Irina’s power against Ana.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That she is, but let’s not begin to underestimate what Ana can do inside of that ring, she can turn this match on it’s head within an instant – as we’ve just seen – and that’s not something to laugh about. She’s as deadly as she looks, Irina needs to be careful about that if they want to continue on this onslaught of theirs and win the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship.”
There was some hatred behind the eyes of Irina Sokolov as they looked down onto the fallen Ana Somnia, stepping in closer and grabbing her by the hair and dragging her head up off of the mat so they could get a good look into her eyes. Irina begins to mouth something off to Ana, presumably in Russian, before landing a PUNT KICK right to the head of Ana and keeping her grounded for the time being. It is early in the match and Ana is being grounded in a way that hasn’t been done by anyone else in a very long time, and Irina is solely focused on making sure that’s kept that way for the entirety of this match. She’s become something – or someone – else that is not her usual self, possessed by what might’ve snapped in her earlier in the night.
Irina grabs onto the head of Ana and dragged her back onto her feet, going for the BURNING LARIAT attempt but they’re immediately stopped by the boot of Ana connecting on the arm and pushing it away—which causes them to swing back around for a SPINNING BACKFIST– but Ana ducks it in time! Ana grabs onto Irina into the Fireman’s Carry lift, then into the Air Raid Crash position before spinning them around to land the SPINNING BULLDOG! Ana finally might’ve gained herself some kind of advantage in this match as she’s got a hold of Irina and is berating them with some TWELVE TO SIX ELBOWS right to the forehead and trying to force them to bleed!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And just like you said earlier, Ana has turned it around right on it’s head and now she’s going to work right onto Irina Sokolov and her head, trying to bust her open and make her blood pour down from her head!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That’s not where you’d want to be if you’re Irina Sokolov, with Ana Somnia mounting and looking to take the advantage from right underneath your own feet.
With the match now on her side, Ana looks to control this whole match on her own pacing, looking to strike Irina down and knock them out enough to finish this match. The Cyka Silencer grabs onto the arm of Irina and drags her right back up to their feet, bringing her head under the arm of Irina and throwing them over her head with the NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX—but Irina landed onto their feet and found her footing– but she didn’t prepare for what Ana had coming up as she turned around and walked right into a…
GO TO SLEEP!
( Pop Up Knee Strike. )
Ana just knocked out Irina with the knee connecting right onto the jaw as she falls on top of them and hooks the leg, going for the cover!
ONE!
TWO—
Irina is able to kick out before the two count is made, but they’re put right into a submission once they push their shoulder off of the mat, with Ana locking in the KIMURA LOCK right onto the raised arm and keeping Irina grounded onto the mat! Irina is trying their best to push themselves off of the mat and try to gain control of the match, breaking free of the submission, but Ana pushes them down onto the mat once again and twists and contorques the arm around to force Irina to tap out! Irina continued to try and wrestle their way out of the submission and they did exactly that as they bridged themselves upwards and allowed themselves to flip Ana onto her back, trying to go for the quick cover but Ana kicked out before the referee could even make a count.
The two are back onto their feet and the smile along Ana’s face is disturbing to say the least, she’s looking right at Irina with a crooked smile along her face—but the Bird of Prey has seen just about enough from Ana, landing a SERIES OF FOREARM SMASHES right onto the jaw of Ana Somnia! Irina doesn’t stop, however, just continuing the onslaught of forearms as they’ve backed Ana into the corner and just continues to pound away at her with those forearms but they’ve backed themselves out of the corner and leaves Ana standing there, leaned up, and just groggy after taking shot after shot like she has—and Irina rushes in with the…
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“GOD DAMN! What a fuckin’ boot right to the face! Irina might’ve just boosted her chance to become Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion with that kill shot if they can capitalize with the pinfall attempt here!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But they’re not doing that, Dominic, they’re just staying in the corner and waiting patiently for Ana to get back onto her knees—they’re going to look for that Killing Joke elbow of theirs, they’re wanting to make sure that they put an exclamation point on Ana’s chances of getting anywhere close to that Heavyweight Championship!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina needs to make that move quick because Ana’s onto her feet and turning around—”
—and once Ana turned around, she noticed Irina spinning around to land her nasty elbow finish that’s put away so many along her way to get here, but Ana was able to block the elbow and throw the arm over her shoulder as she picked them up and…
RAZORVANNYY!
( Uranage Backbreaker. )
Just like that, Ana continued to control the match and dropped Irina right down onto her knee and she clearly wasn’t done with that, grabbing onto Irina and dragging them into the middle of the ring.
YUMEKIRĀ!
( Rolling Cutter. )
Ana spiked Irina’s head right into the mat and they flopped onto the mat with some force behind it, like they’ve just stiffened upon impact of their head hitting the mat, and Ana goes for the cover on Irina, hooking the leg as she does!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Irina kicked out again, and Irina is just looking up at Ana with a fierce look in their eyes, they’re just getting fired up with how much Ana is trying her best to put them down. Irina kips up onto their feet and comes face to face with The Huntress, nose to nose and they’re just butting heads with one another! Irina continues to fire off those FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Ana and just knocks her back, but that fire inside of them has been ignited and they’re seeing red, they’re seeing blood—and it’s Ana’s blood that they see! Ana has been busted open with those constant strikes right to the head, they’ve opened up a nasty gash on the top of her head and the blood is pouring down her head!
As the blood pours down her face, and right into the eyes, Ana looks right up towards Irina and continues to grin, almost like she’s laughing right in the face of Irina, and she tries to reach up for Irina’s necklace and grab it but Irina stepped back in time before she could—STOMP ONTO THE HAND! IRINA COULD’VE JUST TRIED TO BREAK ANA’S HAND WITH THAT ONE STOMP! AND NOW THEY’VE GRABBED ONTO THE ARMS– DOUBLE WRIST LOCK KNEE STRIKE RIGHT ONTO THE JAW OF ANA SOMNIA! AND NOW IRINA LIFTS ANA UP ONTO HER SHOULDERS—
IRINA’S WRATH!
( Argentine Backbreaker Rack dropped into a Knee Lift to the back of opponent's head. )
—but Ana slid down the back and grabbed Irina from behind!
WANDERLUST!
( Rear Naked Choke. )
—and Irina slipped free and threw her over their head with a RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Irina slowly brings themselves onto their feet, slowly but surely, and they’ve got their eyes on the sight of Ana Somnia, looking to put her down for good as they run in and land the SHOTGUN DROPKICK and send Ana into the corner!
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“JUST WHAT SHE NEEDED! Irina with the dropkick that pushed Ana back into the corner, setting her up for something if they try to capitalize on this moment!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Can you stop with the capitalized bullshit!? My fucking god, man. Irina has this in the bag, they’ve got a bloodied Ana Somnia right in front of them right now and that blood loss? It’s definitely weakening her up the more that she continues to fight.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“But let’s not count out that Irina has taken a beating in this match as well, they might not be wounded but they’re definitely hurting all over with those calculated and hard strikes that Ana has perfected throughout this match.”
Irina is holding their knee but they fight through whatever pain they’re feeling to make sure they put Ana’s chances of winning the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship into the grave, bringing Ana onto the second rope and into position for the MUSCLE BUSTER as they rush into the middle of the ring—but Ana slides down the back and grabbed onto the necklace, pulling onto it and choking the life out of Irina before it breaks! The necklace that Joshua had made earlier for Irina, it was broken and now Ana holds onto the necklace in her hand but she throws it into Irina’s face and catching them off guard—
HAMMER AND SICKLE!
( Jumping 540º Rolling Elbow. )
AND IRINA IS ON THEIR FEET STILL! THEY’RE LOOKING GROGGY AFTER THAT SHOT!
LEZVIYE PILY!
( Buzzsaw Kick. )
IRINA HAS DROPPED TO THEIR KNEES, THEY’RE IN A VULNERABLE POSITION AS ANA REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES!
HUNTED!
( Shining Wizard. )
ANA GOT ALL OF IT! SHE GOT ALL OF IT! AND NOW ANA IS GOING FOR THE COVER, SHE’S HOOKING THE LEGS OF IRINA SOKOLOV! SHE’S ON HER WAY TO BECOME HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
‘Vicious’ begins to play once the bell rings and Ana Somnia pulls herself up off of the fallen Bird of Prey, smiling from ear to ear as they grab onto the broken necklace that she threw right into Irina’s face before being handed the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship and the Infinite Power Tournament trophy being placed right beside her.
CASEY KINCAID
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT… AND THE INAUGURAL INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE UNDISPUTED… ANNNNAAAAAA SOMMMMMMNIIIIAAAAAA!!!”
With that announcement made, Ana rises to her feet and holds both the broken necklace and the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship up high with one hell of a devious grin resting along her face, but she soon throws the necklace down onto the still fallen Irina Sokolov and now replacing the broken necklace with The Infinite Power Tournament trophy.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“ANA HAS DONE IT! ANA SOMNIA HAS DONE IT! SHE’S WON THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT AND THE INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! MY GOD, WHAT A DAMNED FIGHT THAT WAS!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Ana Somnia has made history tonight! The first ever winner of the Infinite Power Tournament and the first ever Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! She’s just become the standard-bearer of Infinite Pro Wrestling with a fucking brutal brawl with Irina Sokolov!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina deserves the flowers for surviving through everyone until the final, outlasting everyone unlike many people thought that they would, but they did it and they put up a damned good fight against Ana Somnia!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“But that’s all that we have for everyone here tonight, thank you so much for tuning in and sticking around for the first ever pay-per-view event for Infinite Pro Wrestling! Thank you so much for tuning into a historic piece of history being made here tonight!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“For Chloe Hartwell, I’ve been Dominic Morrissey and we’ll see you at Adrenaline in London!”
And as the commentary signs off, the final shot we see is of the confetti falling down onto the ring and covering both Ana Somnia standing tall and Irina Sokolov fallen down as the feed soon slowly fades to black.
© Infinite Pro Wrestling, 2022.
