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May 22 2018, 02:24 PM


[The cameras start rolling within the Qudos Bank arena in Sydney for the biggest and final IYHWF show of the season. The camera pans across various fanmade signs before resting on the announce table.]

BM: We’re here, it’s Night Two of Dawn of the Immortals which means it’s the final show of the season.

TR: And what a journey it has been. Last week Stella Winters became the Rapid Fire Champion and Seth Iser retained the Proving Grounds Championship. It’s looking good for The Bad Omens with them securing half of the championships.

BM: Don’t count out Team Fury and Shawn Fox just yet, Tats. They’ve been dealing with The Bad Omens for months now.

TR: So? This is The Omens night to take it all

BM: Sure Tats, we’ll have to agree to disagree on this one. Kicking things off for us tonight however it’s Brien Storm versus Captain Fabulous.

TR: Neither of these men have really made a big impact on the company but it should be interesting to see just what they’ll do to walk away victorious tonight. Following that, Hyphy Machinery wanted to take on The Vision in Craig Andersons last match and The Vision happily accepted the challenge.

BM: In a night full of so many rivalries, it will be nice to see a friendly match to break up the tension. Speaking of tension, the next match will be The Hellhound, Dante Locke and The Kraken, Marcus Blackbeard taking on Team Fury; hoping to capture the Tag Team Championships for The Bad Omens.

TR: I can’t wait to see these fans cry here tonight. Speaking of crying, the next match is sure to be a blood bath as Minka Carter has repeatedly pushed Angelica Layne to her breaking point, now Angelica fully intends to break Minka Carter here tonight and what better match to do that in, than a Street Fight!

BM: Finally, something we can agree on. But back to disagreeing as I know my pick to win the main event is of course, Shawn Fox…

TR: It’s gonna be Banshee though…

BM: No way. Shawn Fox has overcome all five of The Bad Omens at once, Banshee will be a walk in the park for him.

TR: Nope.

BM: Yup. But I’m not going to sit here and argue like children with you, it’s time to get on with the show!



[The camera cuts backstage to Gordon Fury walking down one of the hallways, still dressed in casual attire, currently talking on the phone.

GF: ...Its fine, stop stressing out. Look you’ll get here in plenty of time, just take care of your kid and get here as soon as you can. Yes for the millionth fucking time, its all good. See you soon Kel.

[He hangs up the phone as Stevie Trelain walks into shot from the other direction, microphone in hand.]

ST: Hi Gordon, I was just wondering if I could get a quick interview with the Tag Champs before your big defence tonight.

GF: You could be waiting awhile for Kel, her kid has shit all over the house or something, but i’d be happy to.

ST: Oh, well… that’s unfortunate. Anyway, that sounds good. So Gordon, it’s been quite a journey for you and Kelly since first teaming near the start of the season, and you’ve made it to the top becoming the In Your House Tag Team Champions. More importantly, you have proven that you have the ability to stay there. How important is it to you to win at Dawn Of The Immortals?

GF: It’s everything, Stevie. Every wrestling company, every sport for that matter has one event that is bigger than all of the others. The one everyone wants to be apart of. I was here for the very first Dawn of The Immortals in Chris’s backyard, and to see what it has become makes me so fucking proud to be apart of its legacy. It is no secret how much these tag titles mean to Kelly and I, and fighting to keep them is something we work toward every single day. Tonight we defend them on the final night of the final show of season 2. It’s everything, Stevie.

ST: Speaking of your championship defence, how do you feel about Marcus and Dante being #1 contenders after their attack on the two of you a few weeks ago?

GF: They won the contender’s match Stevie. Do I think they attacked us to try and raise their standings in the tag division because they couldn’t do it on their own? Yes. Do I think that every other team deserved the shot more? Yes. But it is what it is. It doesn’t change a thing in the long run. Kelly and I are on the top of this tag division for a reason, and I don’t care what any of those chucklefucks say, Team Fury can’t be stopped. Not by the Bad Omens, not by anyone. The Bad Omens gold streak ends tonight.

ST: Thank you for your time Gordon.

GF: No problem Stevie.

[With that Gordon leaves the shot as the camera cuts away.]



Singles Match
Captain Fabulous vs Brien Storm

DING DING DING!

[The match begins with the two men locking up, the bigger Captain Fabulous overpowering Storm toward the corner. The ref steps in to separate the two men, and Storm reaches over him to slap Captain Fabulous across the mouth. The Captain pushes forward, and the referee steps in to keep them apart, while Brien just smirks at the already irritated Captain. They lock up again, and Brien twists Captain Fabulous’s arm, wrenching a wristlock, grinding his elbow into the joint of Fabulous’s that takes him down to a knee. Brien strikes Fabulous across the chest with several kicks, each one echoing through the arena and getting an “oooo” from the crowd--but after the fourth one, Fabulous huffs and catches Brien’s foot under his free arm, standing up to his feet. Storm tweaks the wristlock again, and while Fabulous winces, he doesn’t lose his grip on Brien’s leg--and ends up breaking Brien’s grip on his wrist with a kiss!]

TR: ….Did he just kiss him?

BM: Whatever works!

[Fabulous pulls Storm in closer, and throwing him overhead with a t-bone suplex. Storm gets back to his feet, just in time to get caught with a European Uppercut. And another. And another. Fabulous gets on a roll, socking Storm with uppercut after uppercut before spinning around for a discus lariat--which Storm ducks underneath, spins around, and throws Fabulous with a snapped off Dragon Suplex. He keeps a bridge for a pin...]

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NOPE!

BM: Brien is throwing out all the stops tonight.

[Fabulous pops his shoulder and breaks the fall, but Storm stays on him, swimming around to catch him in a front facelock. Initially, he keeps a guillotine choke, but eats a couple slaps to the midsection to create a little space; Storm snaps off a quick suplex, though, that keeps him in control. He switches his hips and snaps off a second suplex, then a third before floating over back into a pinfall.]

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NOPE!

TR: Brien is starting to get pretty frustrated here tonight.

[Storm wastes no time, pulling Fabulous to his feet and whipping him toward the corner, charging in after--and eating a boot from Fabulous for the effort. He tries again, but gets the same treatment. Third time, Fabulous moves to the side and Storm hits chest first into the turnbuckle. Fabulous spins him around, connecting with chops and punches as Storm tries to cover up, then moves to stomps that eventually buckle the Sheffield man to the ground. Fabulous spends a couple seconds riling the crowd up, then runs the ropes and connects with a massive Hip Attack that bounces Storm’s head off the bottom buckle. He drags Storm away from the ropes and hooks the far leg...]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--NO!

BM: Almost, but Brien just got that shoulder up

[Storm juuuuuust gets a shoulder up, and Fabulous looks a little frustrated that that wasn’t enough. He drags Storm up to his feet, and the two start trading chops and uppercuts back and forth, the bigger Fabulous initially having the power advantage, but Storm nullifies it with a quick rake of the eyes. He snaps off two more uppercuts to stun Fabulous, telling him, in no uncertain words, that he “isn’t at my level,” before scooping him up for the Unforecasted Storm (Michinoku Driver). Fabulous shifts his weight and drops behind Storm, though, hooking up a Pumphandle hold, giving a little hip thrust forward before lifting Storm up for a Pumphandle Slam. Fabulous moves into the cover and hooks the far leg...]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

TH: Here is your winner...Captain Fabulous!!

[Captain Fabulous gets back to his feet having his arm raised in victory. He takes a courtesy bow before blowing kisses to the fans and exiting the ring.]

BM: Brien put up a great fight tonight but it just wasn’t enough to take down Captain Fabulous.

TR: Captain Fabulous has the pride of saying he won a match on In Your Houses biggest show of the season and you can’t take that away from the guy.

BM: What will this mean for Brien in season three though? I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.



[Backstage, we find Hyphy Machinery already chilling in their ride for the night. This being Dawn of the Immortals, they’ve gone all-out, taking an old convertible Grand Prix and giving it a golden paint job, then covering it with all the jewels and design flourishes of a classic world heavyweight championship belt. As they notice the camera, they give us a nod.]

JM: How y’all feelin’, Sydney?

[As we’ve come to expect over the past half-year, the crowd burst into cheers and chants of “HYPHY! HYPHY!”, which the duo let subside before Dontell starts talking.]

DP: A’ight, look, the truth is, we ain’t got much we need to say tonight.

JM: Nope.

DP: These facts, they speak for themselves.

JM: Yup.

DP: Owen Gonsalves?

JM: Elite.

DP: Craig Anderson?

JM: Elite.

DP: The Vision?

JM: We see y’all.

DP: Flippy shit?

JM: Y’all got it.

DP: Match of the night?

JM: We ‘bout to have it.

DP: Match of both nights?

JM: That too.

DP: Match of the season?

JM: Could be. But here’s the thing...same page?

DP: We on that.

JM: Whole playbook?

DP: We read that.

JM: Audibles?

DP: We call that.

JM: Openings?

DP: We see that. So Craig, Owen, y’all better keep ya minds sharper than they ever been, y’all better play the game perfect from start to finish, ‘cause when we step in that ring...

JM: When we set that tone…

DP: ...it’s our field.

JM: ...it’s our home.

DP: And if this really the only time we throw down with either of y’all in this house?

JM: ANY house?

DP: Y’all better be ready to trash the whole fuckin’ place to stop us, ‘cause that’s exactly what y’all gon’ have to do to make a W the last thing y’all see out here as a team.

JM: But hey...win or lose, when that 3-count gets done, it’s all gon’ be left out in that ring, in front of these fans…

DP: ...EXACTLY where it’s supposed to be.

JM: Let’s steal the fuckin’ show!

[Jason turns the key to start the ignition and lets it rev, pumping up the fans before they start the drive out to the ring…]



[The camera cuts backstage to Gordon Fury leaving his locker room, now dressed in his ring gear. He looks around before mumbling to himself.]

GF: I said take your time but this is getting ridiculous…

[He takes a step down the hallway before stopping, his eyes narrowing and his body tensing.]

GF: What the fuck are you looking at bitch boy?

[Suddenly Marcus Blackbeard bursts into frame, him and Gordon immediately trading vicious shots. Gordon is holding his own against the bigger man before Dante rushes in from the other side, cracking Gordon right in the back with a steel chair. Gordon recoils from the pain allowing Marcus to grab Gordon by the throat with both hands, before lifting him up and throwing him against the wall with a sickening thud. Marcus picks up Gordon and moves him over to one of the steel production crates, forcing the back of his neck over the edge of the crate. Dante winds up with the steel chair and blasts Gordon in the face, his neck whiplashing over the crate. The crowd boos as Marcus and Dante admire their handiwork. Blood runs down Gordon’s face as he lays unmoving on the ground. Medical staff move into the shot as Dante and Marcus leave.

BM: What an absolutely disgusting display on the part of Marcus and Dante!

TR: They obviously heard Gordon running his mouth earlier in the night, he brought it on himself!

BM: Its obviously more than that, Tats. Gordon is obviously in no shape to compete tonight, and Kelly Fury has not even arrived yet. What does this mean for the Tag Team Championships?

TR: If Kelly knows what’s good for her she’ll just stay home and let those belts go quietly.

[The cameras cut away as Chris Cryptic arrives.]



Tag Team Match
The Vision vs Hyphy Machinery

DING DING DING!

[Jason tells Dontell he’ll start the match and the two oblige. Craig tells Owen he wants to start the match of with it being his last IYH match ever and his friend nods and gives him the start. The two circle each other tentatively before Craig goes for the first shot, a speedy shoot for Jason’s legs. Jason sidesteps it, kicking him away. he immediately goes on the attack, driving hard elbows into Craig before sending him to the ropes. Craig leaps to the top rope and springboards backwards with a flying forearm. Jason catches him with a shotgun dropkick. Moana pins him but Craig kicks out after the two count. Jason goes right back on the attack, grabbing Craig by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Craig pulls himself free, diving towards the corner and tagging in Owen.]

BM: Quite the tag by Craig Anderson!

TR: I’m not surprised he weaseled his way away from Jason to get Owen in the match, typical Craig Anderson move!

BM: What? He’s just being a good tag partner!

TR: A good tag partner wouldn’t desert Owen and leave In Your House! He’s the worst!

[Owen hops over the rope, ready to get started. Jason and Owen lock up. Owen looks to try and wrestle Jason to the corner, but Jason manages to hold his own. Owen hooks Jason by the neck, looking for a stiff suplex. But Jason tangles his leg between Owen’s, blocking the lift, and counters with a snap suplex of his own. he immediately rolls over for a cover but Owen kicks out out right before two. Jason gets to his feet and picks Owen up but Gonsalves shoves him off with several elbow shots to the gut. Owen then hits the ropes and he comes back to Mamoa, going for a clothesline but at the last moment, Jason ducks it, and Owen stumbles to the corner of Jason and Dontell. Dontell, who is standing on the apron, uses this to his advantage as he drives his forearm straight into Owen’s temple, rocking him.]

TR: Great awareness by Owen!!

BM: Well, I wouldn’t say that.

TR: No shit!

[Owen takes a few steps back as he tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Jason charges up behind him, taking him down with a hard Russian leg sweep. Rather than go for another pin, he slaps Dontell’s hand. Dontell gets into the ring and he and Jason hit a double suplex on Owen. The referee orders Mamoa to leave the ring and he obliges before Dontell soon grabs Owen’s legs and puts him in a sharpshooter. Owen is in obvious pain as he struggles to reach the ropes. He finally pulls himself to the ropes and grabs a hold of them and Dontell has to break up the hold before the referee makes the five count.]

TR: Damn it! I wish Owen would’ve just given up so I don’t have to see another second of Craig Anderson in an In Your House ring! Make it end!

BM: Well in that case, I hope this match lasts forever.

TR: I hate you.

[Dontell grabs Owen and stays on the offensive, picking him up and dropping whipping him towards the ropes. Porter then charges in and he spears Owen into the corner. Dontell moves back and lines up Owen for a second spear before he charges in but this time, Owen dodges out of the way and Porter goes shoulder first into the post. The two are down and out and the referee starts to count to ten. When it reaches seven, Owen dives forward and tags in Craig before Porter can stop him.]

BM: Hot tag to Craig Anderson!

TR: Please kill me.

[Craig leaps to the top rope and dives off, taking Dontell down with a missile dropkick. Jason has had enough of this and decides to get in the ring but Owen gets in as well and now the ring then fills with all four competitors and there is a huge back and forth battle ensues. Jason starts to fight with Craig as Dontell is still battling it out with Owen. Jason goes to clotheine Craig but Craig ducks and it levels Dontell with a pele kick, taking him out. Craig then helps Owen fight off Dontell before they throw him out of the ring. Craig and Owen put their focus on Dontell, still the legal man and they set him up for "Risk It For A Biscuit" (Rolling fireman's carry slam by Owen, followed by the 'Viennese Whirl'/Corkscrew Shooting Star Press by Craig from the top and finished off with a 'Senton of Mass Destruction'/Corkscrew 630 Senton from Owen). Craig pins Dontell as the referee finally recovers while Owen gets in a defensive stance incase Jason comes back into the ring.]

1!

2!

TR: NO! DON’T COUNT TO THREE!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

TH: Here are your winners by pinfall… The Vision!

TR: My day is ruined.

BM: I’m sure it’ll get better!

TR Don’t talk to me!

[Craig gets back to his feet while Owen rushes over to raise his arm in victory. The two team mates share a hug while a “THANK YOU CRAIG” chant breaks out. Craig takes a few moments to climb onto each of the four turnbuckles raising his arms in the air to soak in the response of the crowd while Owen respectfully lets Craig have his final moments, applauding his partner.]

BM: Craig will definitely be missed

TR: Not by me!



[The scene cuts to backstage to show Kelly Fury, dressed in her attire practically running down the hall. Chris Cryptic is standing close to the ring entrance and holds out his hands for Kelly to stop and talk to him.]

KF: Whoa, can’t talk boss man...I gotta get out there for my match…

[Kelly is practically out of breath as she speaks but she can tell that something is wrong given the look on Cryptics face.]

CC: Kelly...Gordon was attacked earlier tonight.

[Her expression immediately turns to a look of concern.]

KF: Oh my god, is he ok?

CC: The medical team is checking on him as we speak, I have been told its not serious.

KF: Well that’s good, but what about our match? I was told it’s supposed to be now.

CC: While there is no serious damage, I can’t allow Gordon to compete tonight. I tried my best to find you a last minute replacement partner, but unfortunately I could not.

[Kelly looks completely flabbergasted.]

KF: Well, can’t we postpone the match or something?

CC: I’m afraid not. After all of the advertising and building of this event, there is no way I can cancel the match. Unfortunately there are only two options: either you defend the Tag Team Championships alone in a handicap match, or if you refuse to compete, which I would not begrudge you in the slightest, you will unfortunately be forced to forfeit the belts to the Bad Omens..

[Kellys face practically turns white at the news, but then, she becomes angry.]

KF: It was THEM wasn’t it? Those stupid Bad Omens, and of course YOU’D let them get away with this! Gordon is supposed to be your best friend, you were the best man at his wedding for fuck sake!

CC: Kelly calm-

KF: DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, ONLY GORDON CAN GET ME TO CALM DOWN YOU JERK-A-DOODLE. I’ll go out there on my own, there ain’t NO GODDAMN WAY I’m forfeiting these championships.

[Kelly starts to walk towards the entrance but looks over her shoulder at Cryptic.]

KF: I hope it was worth it, Chris. I finally see what Emery has been talking about this entire time.

[Kelly scoffs as she walks away, Chris not even reacting to the comment as he leaves the shot. The camera cuts to ringside.]



Tag Team Championship
Tag Team Match
Team Fury © vs The Bad Omens (Hellhound & Kraken)

[Kelly Fury stands in the ring looking towards Marcus and Dante, clearly upset by what they did to Gordon earlier tonight. She looks towards the ramp, hoping to see Gordon come running out as their entrance music dies down, but he’s a no show. Kelly looks back to The Bad Omens, who are laughing at her, taunting her and her hands ball into fists as she charges at Dante and hits him with a closed fisted punch to his jaw which knocks him back against the ropes. Marcus steps forward to come to his defense but the referee orders him out of the ring and calls for the bell and for this match to begin with Kelly and Dante.]

TR: What a cheap shot from Kelly!

BM: Cheap shot from Kelly? You can’t be serious.

TR: You bet your arse I’m serious!

DING DING DING!

[Dante springs from the ropes hoping to catch Kelly with a punch of his own, but Kelly does the Matrix bend to evade the shot before kicking her right leg up, catching Dantes chin. He stumbles back but comes at Kelly again, who is standing straight now. He fakes like he’s going to throw another fist at Kelly and when she sidesteps he catches her with a Superkick instead. Kelly falls to the mat clutching at her jaw and before she has a chance to get back to her feet, Dante starts to stomp down on her back. Kelly desperately reaches her hand out towards what would have been her corner, then she remembers Gordon isn’t here to help her. Her head drops in an almost defeated way before she’s forcibly pulled to her feet by her hair. Dante stands her up straight before finally hitting her in the face with that punch he missed out on earlier. Kelly falls to the mat but pushes herself onto her knees and starts to crawl to the ropes]

BM: Kelly could be in trouble here….

TR: It’s at this time I would like to remind everyone who is going to be shocked and appalled that Cryptic gave her a choice to not compete here tonight.

BM: Oh come on, that’s not fair.

[As Kelly uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, Dante charges towards her and hits her with a diving high knee which almost knocks her through the ropes. He flips Kelly onto her back, yelling in her face that she should just stay down before hooking her leg for the pin.]

1

2

KICKOUT!

[Kelly kicks out at the last second, which just feeds into Dantes hot temper who once again, pulls her up by her hair, this time whipping her into his own corner, her back slamming into the raised knee of Marcus. Kelly falls to her knees, clutching her back, but leaving her face wide open for the Vestibule of Hell (running knee strike to head). Dante grins at Marcus before tagging him in, obviously they want to make an example of the tag team champs, or in this case, half of the champs. Marcus reaches down, grabbing Kelly's hair while dragging her limp body across the ring. The crowd is going insane with boos and jeers.]

BM: Listen to this crowd tonight. This is just disgusting.

TR: Again, she had the chance to walk away, she made this choice.

BM: She didn’t make the choice to be man-handled like this.

[Marcus takes handfuls of Kelly’s hair before pulling her up to her feet and lifting her up onto his shoulders in a Powerbomb position, but something in Kelly makes her snap into action and she starts to throw punches to Marcus’ head until she’s able to safely drop off of his shoulders. Kelly runs to the ropes and charges back at Marcus and attempts to throw her weight at him with a crossbody, but Marcus catches her. Kelly attempts to break free but Marcus hits her with a backbreaker, but he doesn’t drop her, instead he stands still holding Kelly in that position, before hitting her with another backbreaker. He stands again obviously looking for a third, but Kelly throws defiant elbows to the side of the head, causing Marcus to falter. He spin Kelly out looking for a slam but Kelly counters it into a DDT! The fans cheer as if trying to will her on as Dante enters the ring charging at Kelly to prevent any kind of comeback and runs right into “Sweet Dreams” (Superkick) nailing him right in the face and taking him down. The crowd cheers even louder as Kelly struggles to get back to her feet, Marcus and Dante stirring.]

BM: Kelly gave everything she had left to counter and turn the tide, but the numbers game may have already sealed her fate! This is an awful way for things to end.

TR: Speak for yourself, Bry. We are about to have new tag champions, it’s an exciting time!

[Kelly looks at her corner desperately, as if willing Gordon to magically appear. As if on queue the fans explode as Gordon Fury comes out from behind the curtains, holding his neck, and does his best to run down the ramp. The gash on his face is wrapped up but blood still stains it.]

BM: Oh my god I can’t believe this! Gordon Fury is coming down the ramp!

TR: He shouldn’t even be able to move, how the hell is he here?!

[Gordon climbs up onto the apron like a man possessed and desperately extends his hand to his tag partner. Marcus and Dante are now back to their feet, just in time to see Kelly dive for her corner, tagging in Gordon. The fans explode again as Gordon springboards into the ring, taking down both men with a double clothesline. Gordon looks at both men confused before looking at Kelly who is now lying on the apron, trying to get some energy back.]

GF: Who’s legal?

[Kelly points at Marcus, and so Gordon jumps into the air and nails Dante in the chest with a standing double footstomp causing him to grab his chest and roll out of the ring. Marcus is now up to his knee before Gordon nails him in the head with a buzzsaw kick. He then nails Marcus with the double tap, but the big man still stays on his knee. Gordon points his finger gun at Marcus’s head before sprinting back to the ropes then running back. It looks like he is going for “Destination Fucked” (Boma Ye) but Marcus comes to life and crushes Gordon with an almighty chokeslam. Marcus shakes out the cobwebs before going for the pin.

1!

2!

[Gordon defiantly throws the shoulder off the canvas as the refs hand comes down for three.]

TR: Oh come on! Gordon is barely alive at this point, how did he kick out?

BM: Gordon does not know the meaning of giving up.

[Marcus lifts Gordon up but Gordon counters by grasping Marcus’s head and dropping down into a jaw breaker. Gordon tries to capitalise by lifting Marcus onto his shoulder for the “GRC” (Fireman’s Carry Michinoku Driver II) but Marcus is too heavy, Gordon’s legs giving out from under him. Marcus uses this opportunity to counter and slam him down with the “Blackhammer” (Modified lifting reverse STO.) He goes for the pin again.]

1!

2!

[The ref’s fingertips are barely off the canvas for three when Gordon rolls his shoulders up, keeping the champs in the game. The crowd cheers as Marcus can’t believe it. Kelly is back to her feet on the apron and barely has enough time to reach her hand out before Dante, who has moved around to her side of the ring, yanks her feet out from under her sending her jaw first into the apron, collapsing to the floor. Dante slides back into the ring as Marcus drags Gordon up to his knees. Marcus yells at him to stay down, and in response Gordon raises his arm to give him the middle finger. Marcus nods to Dante who runs back to the ropes before driving his knee right into the covered wound with Vestibule of Hell (Running knee strike to head.) The blood immediately starts soaking through Gordon’s bandage as Dante grabs the end and unravels it, allowing blood to run down Gordon’s face. Marcus lifts Gordon up and irish whips him into the ropes, popping him up into the air when he came back, before Dante cracks him in the head on the way down with a bicycle knee strike, the blood staining his knee as Gordon’s body goes limp.

TR: They call that The Depths of Hell! This is over, new champs incoming!

BM: This is disgusting, taking off his bandage wasn’t needed!

TR: Gordon clearly didn’t get the first message, he made them need to send a second one. He has no one to blame but himself.

[Dante stands guard as Marcus makes the cover.]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

TH: Here are your winners, and the NEW In Your House Tag Team Champions… The Kraken and the Hellhound, The Bad Omens!

TR: YES! That’s 3 for 3, Bry. The Bad Omens have now added the tag team championship to their list of gold!

BM: While I believe the way they did it was underhanded and disgusting, the results speak for themselves. Now there is only one championship not held by the Bad Omens.

TR: And Banshee is going to change that before this night is through. Dawn of the Immortals belongs to the Bad Omens, Bry. Time to come around to that fact.

[The fans boo and boo and boo as Marcus and Dante get their hands raised, Gordon still not moving. They take the tag titles from the ref before leaving the ring, having claimed what they came for. Kelly has dragged herself to her feet on the outside, taking a look around and realising what just happened. Her look of disappointed changes to shock as she sees Gordon’s bleeding, unmoving form in the ring. She calls to the ref to get medical aid, and medics begin to come down the ramp as the cameras cut away.]
May 15 2018, 01:57 PM


[The cameras start rolling within the Qudos Bank arena in Sydney for the biggest and final IYHWF show of the season. The camera pans across various fanmade signs before resting on the announce table.]

BM: We made it guys, it’s been a long journey but it’s finally Night One of Dawn of the Immortals and what a show we have for you tonight.

TR: Kicking things off is the bittersweet match against Ash Fi and Jessica Anderson. It’s of course bittersweet cause my love, Jessica Anderson, has decided not to renew her contract here at the company. I LOVE YOU JESS, CALL ME!

BM: Jessica will absolutely be missed here, but we all wish her the best in her future. Last week, Sean Hazard decided he was going to take his losing streak out on Serena Maxwell and got his face slammed against some of the equipment backstage. Cryptic decided to throw those two in a match tonight before things erupted further. Fans are hoping Sean walks away with the win, but with how he’s been lately, it’s really anyones game.

TR: Then in the first championship match of the night, “The Blue Dragon” has a chance against Rapid Fire Champion, Katie Hanley. People have been calling Stella “the weak link” of The Bad Omens since she failed to become the IYH champion in her match with Shawn, not to mention the disgusting allegations about how she is protected due to her relationship with Mr Cryptic. She has all the ammo in the world to prove people wrong here tonight.

BM: Following that, Mr Cryptic decided to reward some of the tag teams by making a triple threat tag team match and the prize is a guaranteed shot at the Tag Team Championships in season three. But who will walk away with the prize, Jetpack, Southern Hostility or Layton & Fenric? It really is anyones match.

TR: And in the Main Event, the Proving Grounds Championship is on the line in a thirty minute iron man match. What better competitors to compete in this match than “The Ikiryo” Seth Iser and “The Devil” Michael Diablo?!

BM: It’s one hell of an ending for night one and as we remember from last years Dawn of the Immortals, anything can happen tonight. Lets get on with the show.



[The operatic sounds of "The Flower Duet" echo through the corridors, but no one dare go near the open lockerroom door it's coming from. Well- except us, of course! As we get closer, we peak around the corner to see inside, where a face stares back at us. Its...Diamond Jack Sabbath!

Well, a giant portrait of him, anyway.

Sat cross-legged facing the painting, Serena Maxwell is unaware of our presence, it seems. As she inhales slowly, she continues to murmur whatever it was she was saying before we appeared.]

SM: ...And they'll never understand. Not like you. Not like you do. You saaaaiiidd sooooo...

[She reaches forward, putting her hand on the painting with a big bang.]

SM: But after tonight, it begins. The Biggest Day. The day the Great Foretold told me would come. We need to be safe, Jack. We need to be safe from what's going to happen. That's why I need you to bond with me at World's Collide, I need your SPECTRAL ENERGY and you need me. To TRANSCEND. As the world ends, we will become beings of mere conscience with myself as your BRIDE and you as my HUSBAND. They'll all see it. The prophecy will come true. The stars will go out in Winter, and all the world had to do to stop it...

[Serena stands up and turns, holding her arms out. As we see her more closely, it is clear she is in a black and white version of her ring gear...but head to toe in black body-paint, pure red contacts in her eyes. Her teeth are covered by Jack's mouthguard, her hair is half-braided and half-messy and she is wearing the tiara of a bride on her head. She looks positively demonic.]

SM: ...was Tell Me I'm Special. Beginning tonight...I Am Immortal.

[Serena briefly notices us, but clearly this camera man has seen enough as he darts off, leaving us with the sound of Serena's horrific, screeching laughter in the distance as we go to our next segment.]



Singles Match
Jessica Anderson vs Ash Fi

DING DING DING

[The match begins with Ash offering a hand to Jessica, which the Englishwoman is momentarily suspicious of, but eventually the two shake hands and step back. Both move in for a lock up, with the bigger Welsh woman driving her opponent back into the corner. The lockup gets broken almost immediately, but once they’re separate, Ash hits a knife edge chop across Jessica’s chest that echoes through the room, drawing “oooooo”s from the audience. Jessica stumbles from corner to corner, but Ash just follows her, delivering a chop in all four corners. She goes to the well once too often, though, and as she winds up a fifth chop, Jessica ducks underneath, spinning behind Ash and dropkicking her into the corner.]

[Jessica wastes no time, grabbing a side headlock on her Welsh opponent, springing off the middle rope and dropping her with a bulldog. Ash starts to get up, but Jessica hits a dropkick to the ribs that knock Ash to her back. The Worcester native gets back to her feet, then drops into a senton, all of her weight across Ash’s stomach. She hooks a leg for a quick pinfall...]

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!

BM: Jessica almost had the win, but Ash kicked out just in the nick of time

TR: BOO ASH, BOOO!

BM: Stop it.

[Ash kicks out, but Jessica doesn’t bother arguing the count. She just goes back to work, stomping on Ash’s midsection to keep her down. She glances over her shoulder a couple times, then moves to the nearest corner, springboarding off both middle and top rope into a moonsault...but Ash rolls out of the way! Jessica eats nothing both canvas, and the Welsh woman has a few valuable moments to catch her breath, and pulls herself to her feet. As Jessica gasps for air and pushes herself up, Ash rushes in and hits a strong knee lift, straightening Jessica right up--and setting her up perfectly for a reverse headlock backbreaker! Ash hooks the far leg...]

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!

TR: PHEW! I Knew Jessica would kick out in time.

BM: Barely. What an upset it would have been.

[Jessica rolls her shoulder up, just in time. Ash gets up to her feet, keeping one eye on Jessica, before moving to the ropes...she hits a springboard of her own, twisting into a Crann Tabhaill (corkscrew roundhouse kick)...but Jessica’s able to duck out of the way, rebounding off the ropes and knocking Ash on her back with the Ass Kisser (Hip Attack). Jessica pulls Ash back up to a seated position, and hits the Ass Kisser a second time! She hooks the far leg with her arms, the near leg with her legs...]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--NO!

BM: SO CLOSE!

TR: OH COME ON REF, THAT WAS THREE!

BM: I know you want Jessica to win, but the ref made the right call.

[Ash throws her shoulder up at the last possible second, and Jessica actually looks frustrated at this point. She exhales a long breath, then gets up to her feet, pulling Ash up with her. Ash fights back, punches and forearms to the midsection driving Jessica away, before a strong forearm to the jaw rocks the Englishwoman. Ash takes a deep breath, rushing in for the Gae Bulg (Nomisugi Knee), but Jessica pirouettes out of the way, catching Ash by the head and dropping her with Bonne Nuit (Headlock Driver)! She doesn’t seem to think it’s going to be enough--or maybe just wants to steal one more show in front of the IYH faithful; either way, she drags Ash into place, climbs to the top rope, and hits the Show Stealer (Corkscrew 620 Senton)! She stays laid across Ash, not even physically able to hook the leg by this point.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

TH: Here is your winner….JESSICA ANDERSON!!

TR: YAAAS JESS!

BM: An amazing match by an amazing competitor, you will be missed Jessica.

[As Jessica gets back to her feet she has her arm raised in victory by the referee. The crowds start a “THANK YOU JESS” chant which leaves Jessica looking a little emotional. Jessica Anderson calmly requests a microphone. She stands as she receives a standing ovation from the audience, who are thanking her for all her efforts in the company.]

Jessica Anderson: Lord, is Ash Fi a tough competitor or what? She pushed me to my limit tonight. She's got a bright future ahead of her.

[Jessica begins to massage herself, feeling the effects of the hard fought victory.]

Jessica Anderson: As I'm sure most of you already know by now, tonight is my final night as a member of the IYHWF roster. It's been a truly incredible feeling, a humbling experience. I've wrestled some incredible matches here. I've had my ups, I've had my fair share of downs. I feel like I've truly paid my dues here in this beautiful country, and the fantastic 2017 I had started right here. I've put my heart and my soul into this company, so it fills me with immense pride to know that the Rapid Fire division will be in tremendous shape when I leave. That's my baby; my lasting legacy in this company.

[Jessica almost starts to cry, touched by the crowd's support.]

Jessica Anderson: Season Two has been absolutely fantastic, and I am thrilled to have played an integral part of it. I hope, and predict that Season Three will bring with it even more excitement, action and in the way that only this company can: ruckus. It breaks my heart knowing that I won't get to experience it first hand, but to have been given such a beautiful send off tonight is more than I could have ever asked for. So thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Without you, there would be no Jessica Anderson!

[Jessica bends over to carefully place the microphone on the canvas, before waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. With a few tears flowing from her eyes, she makes her way to the back to a huge fanfare.]

BM: Are you ok Tats?

TR: I’m not crying, you’re crying. Lets cut to backstage...something is going on there I’m sure.



[In a quiet corner backstage, we join half of a team who've got themselves in a bit of trouble over the last week or so, based purely on conjecture. Adam Fenric plants his forehead on the ground (with his cloak acting as a little carpet), pushing his back up, placing his hands behind his back and locking his knees, sort of looking like an ostrich with it's head in the sand, rolling between his forehead and the very top of his head. After a few seconds of this, he stops and safely drops his knees to the ground before squatting to a standing position.

On top of a big black box, he has a stopwatch, a small notebook and a pen. With a 'beep!' he stops the stopwatch, observing it for a few seconds before turning his nose up at it and writing in his notebook. He can do better- he knows he can. But he hasn't enough time to think about this- as he turns to continue his exercise warmup, he stops right in his tracks. Stood at the other side of the corridor is a ghost from his past.]

??: 'It's Pikey and the Brain! It's Pikey and the Brain! One is a gypsy, the other's insane!" Well, you could make an argument for her too, I guess, but I don't wanna say that when she's not here to defend herself. That'd be unfair of me and I'm all about fairness, as we all know.

AF: What on Earth are you doing here?

[Stepping into our view is none other than Richard J Maxwell- former General Manager of XWA Massacre, creator of Whisper's War, Mastermind for hire and all-round sleazy lunatic. Though you wouldn't think it- he's still as sharply-dressed as ever.]

RJM: You're not very welcoming, Adam. What did I ever do to you?

AF: You turned my entire family against me and attempted to deliberately sabotage the careers of both myself and Emery because we wouldn't join your group.

RJM: See that's just you focusing on the bad stuff. Actually, where is your silly little friend these days?

AF: Resting. She is recovering from a concussion.

RJM: *Tut* Always 'recovering from', never 'suffering horribly', I am frequently disappointed. You've not kicked Morales to the curb yet either, I'd think. I didn't match you two up just for her to go off gallivanting with other people.

AF: You are avoiding answering my question.

RJM: Relax, Adam! I'm just popping in, having a look around...but mainly, I'm here to see my sister, have a little chat about this whole 'wedding' business.

AF: Ah. Well...someone needs to, I suppose- it's getting rather ridiculous.

[Maxwell grins.]

RJM: Ridiculous? No way, I think it's wonderful. She's the happiest I've ever seen her! Why Serena wants me to give her away. It's gonna be the Biggest Day!

AF: She's sick, Maxwell. How could you honestly believe that a person could marry someone's 'spiritual energy'?

RJM: Oh I never said I believed it, I just said she's happy.

AF: I cannot believe you. She clearly needs psychological help and you are encouraging her to follow her...her fanatical delusions.

[Richard J Maxwell shrugs.]

RJM: Who am I to tell my family what they should and shouldn't do? I mean look how that worked out for you- you tried to lead yours like a cult and they came to me. Although to be fair, they were a bit useless. War Enforcement did me a huge favor the day they got rid of them for me. Made a massive stain on the carpet though--

[Adam takes a big, forceful step forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell. The Consulting Aggressor puts his finger out, waving the Futurist off]

RJM: Ah-ah-ah! I really wouldn't, Adam! Think about it- first you accuse Aussie boss of conspiracy, next you're found beating the hell out of your ex-boss at the BIGGEST show on IYH's calendar...doesn't bode well, does it? I thought you were a logical person.

[And that's enough. Adam backs up, using every fiber of his being to not hit Maxwell. The former Massacre General Manager smirks.]

RJM: There. Much nicer. Well it's been lovely to chat but I better be off.

[Maxwell turns and begins to leave. But in true Columbo fashion, he raises his finger up in the air as he turns.]

RJM: One more thing, actually, thought you might know this- has Emery managed to find her lost friend yet?

AF: What lost friend?

RJM: ...Oh. Suppose not then. Nevermind.

[And off he goes, leaving Adam alone- confused and alarmed- with the one thing he didn'tknow about Emery Layton.]



[The scene opens up backstage to “The Blue Dragon” Stella Winters finishing up getting ready for her match later tonight against Rapid Fire champion, Katie Hanley. There is a knock on the door which causes Stella to look up while mumbling “come in” as she continues to lace up her boots. “The Ikiryo” Seth Iser enters with his championship on his shoulder, which Stella looks at momentarily adoring it, before giving Seth a soft smile. Iser returns it with a nod.]

SW: Hey champ, Banshee send you to read me my last rites in case I fuck up again tonight?

SI: On the contrary...I came here of my own accord.

[Iser soon ends up taking a seat next to Stella before placing his title on the bench behind them as he straightens his tie. He’s not changed into his ring attire yet.]

SI: And trust me...you won’t fuck up tonight. Hell...there will be more gold for the whole group after you win.

[Iser sees after he says that...that nothing is really sinking in yet. His face contorts to a frown thinking things over.]

SI: Look. I don’t know where you have it in your head that you’re going to fuck up or that you’re going to be replaced but you won’t be replaced and you sure as hell won’t fuck up. I hear and see everything and I saw that conversation you had a few weeks ago with Marcus. But there isn’t a motherfucker in this building who can do what you can do. Not a single one of them. And if they’re pissy about the whole who you are dating thing...let them be pissy. To hell with them. They don’t understand how the industry works. Never have never will. They’re idiotic fanatics.

[The audience is of course booing this statement but the Omens duo can’t hear this and even if they did I doubt Iser would care since he has a different objective here. Stella sighs, letting his words sink in despite having her reservations.]

SW: I get what you’re saying, but Banshee...she’s a whole other level of insanity. I love her like a sister, but we all know she has a very violent streak also and if her grand plan isn’t carried out to the fullest by the end of both nights of Dawn of the Immortals...who can really say what she’s going to do. I’m just sick and fucking tired of being seen as the weak link of the group. To those idiots backstage and ringside, it doesn’t matter how well I compete in the ring. It doesn’t matter that I defeated that bitch Angelica Layne through any means necessary, they don’t even care that I made The Devil, Michael Diablo bleed. All they see is the girl who will do anything to win and how I now apparently hide behind Chris, it’s fucking bullshit. Sure, he didn’t punish us when he maybe should have, but I have no say in who gets booked and who doesn’t, maybe if Layton & Fenric weren’t so shit at what they do they would get booked more.

[The crowds boos get louder and louder throughout Stellas rant.]

SI: You know what I say about those people?

[Iser’s voice has more authority to it now when he asks that question.]

SI: To hell with them too. Maybe even play in satanic traffic with a Devil that’s going to populate it later after I’m done with him. It’s obvious that they don’t know how this industry actually works at the end of the day. All that has ever mattered...is who has won and who has lost. And I guarantee you that after tonight...there won’t be a motherfucker who will see you as the weak link. After you take that championship away from one of the better strikers in the game...they’ll just wonder what the hell they’ll have to do in order to beat you. You, me, Banshee, and everyone else knows deep down you AREN’T any weak link. We’re all equally formidable forces of a dominant chain that can’t be broken. And seriously if anyone thinks that...as I said...TO HELL WITH THEM!

[The shout puts a vein on Iser’s forehead but after that shout he takes a second to recompose himself.]

SI: But tonight...that fantasy that they think about you...it ends and they’ll just have to deal with the reality of the situation. And the reality is The Blue Dragon isn’t someone to be fucked with. The reality is The Omens takeover...is right at the doorstep and after both nights...it’ll come to pass. The reality is...Katie Hanley, as talented of a striker as she is...will have no answer for the fire of The Blue Dragon. The reality...will be that Diablo’s going to endure an exorcism in the most brutal 30 minutes of his career that he’ll wish he was injured and missed this damn event two years in a row!

[Iser’s face then softens slightly after he takes one more deep breath.]

SI: And the reality is...if these people and the rest of the locker room can’t accept that...they can kiss all our asses.

[The fans, already pissed off by Stella’s rant don’t have their mood improved when Iser dumps gasoline on to that fire and they boo even more.]

SI: Now we’re going to go out there tonight...and when we’re done...we’ll have so much damn gold that it’ll make this country want to re-adopt the gold standard for their economy. The plan will follow through. And it’ll be because you get it all going on the right foot that it’ll happen.

[Stella practically grins from ear to ear from the encouraging words of her friend and team mate.]

SW: Thanks Seth. Let’s both go out there tonight and show them dirty cunts in the audience who have nothing better to do with their lives that it’s US they should have been cheering all along!

[Iser stands up from his seat and puts the Proving Grounds title back over his shoulder and in a rarity for him there is a smile on his face but it feels more natural than the sickening smirk that he had when he confronted Diablo.]

SI: Agreed.

[The duo end up walking out of the room with Iser not too far behind Stella watching her back similarly to how Marcus would in this situation and when he sees the camera man he just gives him an intimidating glare gesturing for him to get lost and to not follow them.]



Singles Match
Serena Maxwell vs Sean Hazard

DING DING DING!

[The referee calls for the bell and Sean is immediately on the attack, there's no way he wants to come out of this match with another loss, that's clear. Sean moves quickly and lashes out with a boot, Serena is startled but she catches the foot on instinct, however this was not great for her as Hazard follows up that catch with a perfect Enzuigiri that hits home on Serena's head with a huge CRACK that can be heard in the nosebleed seats. Selena's eyes go wide as she topples hard to the mat and the fans cheer the popular Hazard. Sean moves as she does so and lays another kick on her, this one a stiff move getting a gasp out of the fans in the front row and another round of cheers as Serena not only is dangerous and crazy, she flat creeps these people out.

Serena on the mat screams with ferocious outrage but manages to evade the basic Knee Drop that Hazard tries next, she rolls out of the way leaving Sean's knee to hit the mat. Hazard winces as Serena comes up behind him and manages to get a nice hammerlock on him. She lifts Hazard up and tries to control him but in her rush to try and hurt him she fails to notice how close they are to the ropes and Sean puts his boots on the ropes and uses them to push himself up and over behind Serena to break the hold and puts himself into position to deliver a One Handed Bulldog that sends Serena crashing to the mat!]

BM: Sean Hazard is ON FIRE tonight, he hasn’t let up for an instant!

TR: But he hasn’t managed a pin either! Neither one of them seem super concerned with that at the moment and it could cost them later on down the line.

[This seems to light a fire under Serena and she hits Sean in the side hard with two Knife Edged Chops before managing to get to her feet, but Sean is quick to hit her with a Backhand Chop! She tries Repeated Forearm Smashes before trying to lock him in a Standing Armbar, Sean twists and fights out of the hold and quickly grabs Serena up for a Back Elbow before he sends her across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. On the rebound he catches her with a classic Lariat and sends Serena crumpling in a heap to the mat.

Once there though when Hazard moves to get her up again he is met with a flurry of Repeated Forearm Smashes again and this is followed with a few hard knees to the ribs and belly that send him staggering back. Serena gets back up to her feet and takes several deep breaths, and Sean takes a moment to calculate his next attack, showing not one ounce of frustration as he advances despite everything that is on the line for him tonight. Serena measures him and brings up her fists, leaps at him and hits Sean with a Lou Thesz Press and bears him over to the mat, peppering his face with closed fist shots that the referee warns her about and she screams in his face to shut up shut up shut up! She's a bride! While this goes on Sean slides free of her and hits a surprise Double Mule Kick! The fans are cheering again and he fades back to the ropes and as Serena sits up here is Hazard with the Lightning Strike, his Running Yakuza Kick about taking her head clean off! OH!

He goes for the cover, the first pin attempt of the match but at the last second Serena kicks out! Sean sighs, he thought he had her but no. He rolls to his feet as Serena manages to stagger to hers and she's back after Hazard and trying for a Spin Kick but Sean is still fast enough to deflect Serena's attacks! She goes up for a Crossbody and he catches her and counters into a Tilt-a-Whirl but his knee seems to give a little and he just simply drops Serena and she smacks into the mat hard even as Hazard moves towards the ropes.]

BM: That doesn’t bode well.

TR: What? That Sean Hazard is abusive this lovely Bride tonight here at Dawn of the Immortals? You’re right, it’s a jerk move!

BM: You know, there are times when you just come up short Tats and this isn’t the first time tonight I bet.

TR: ...that better not be what I think it is.

[Sean is back in the driver's seat however as Serena misses a shot for a Bridging Dragon Suplex, Hazard fights free and he hits another Backflip Kick! Air rushes out of Serena as Sean is on her again and strikes her in the ribs with a sort of Shoot Kick, brings her up off the mat and boosts her towards the ropes. Serena twists and gets to her feet just as she rebounds off of the ropes into Hazard, who tries to catch her around the waist for a slam but Serena straight hits him with a Throat Thrust and brings both knees up to jam into Sean's belly as she wraps her arms around his neck. BANG! A huge Chest Blower!

It looks like it's over for Sean as she floats over to cover but he throws the shoulder up at two! Serena screams she's so mad about it, and starts to get up only for Sean to roll to the side and get up a hair faster to drop her with a Wheelbarrow Arm Drag! Sensing his shot he goes up top for The Ultimatum, the 630 Senton simply gorgeous but OH GOD NO! Serena gets her knees up! OH! Sean is rolling around holding his midsection and Serena isn't much better with her knees jacked up after the impact but she manages to flop over onto Sean and hold him down as the referee sides in to count!]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

TH: And here is your winner via pinfall… SERENA MAXWELL!

BM: Oh man, I thought he had it.

TR: NOPE! The downward spiral of Sean Hazard continues!

[Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon plays thought right that moment Serena isn’t quite ready to get up. The referee raises her hand anyway and then goes to check on the disconsolate Sean.]



[We head backstage, where Stevie Trelain is with Katie Hanley, who has a t-shirt with the WCS Wrestling World Cup logo on it, with the New Zealand flag superimposed over the logo. As usual, the Rapid Fire Champion has a big smile on her face, thumbs hooked under the front plate of her title as Stevie gets set.]

ST: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time defends her title against “The Blue Dragon,” Stella Winters, in just a few minutes--please welcome, the Rapid Fire Champion, Katie Hanley.

[Katie flashes a peace sign to the camera for just a second, then glances back to Stevie.]

ST: And Katie, first, since it was announced recently, and I see you’ve already got a t-shirt for it, congratulations on qualifying for the World Cup!

KH: Yea, thanks! It was one of those things, like, the opportunity came up, and I couldn’t NOT try to make it. There’s not enough eyes on Kiwi wrestlers, so...y’know, hopefully I can help turn some eyes toward our little family back home, and who knows? Maybe even get a little scrap with Owen, somewhere along the line in the tournament, little bit of Pacific bragging rights before the All Blacks take the Rugby Championship again.

[Katie winks at the camera, unable to suppress a bit of a giggle.]

ST: Well, either way, best of luck--looking at something closer to home, though, obviously, last week we saw you team with Team Fury against Stella Winters, Dante Locke, and Markus Blackbeard, and...well. I think calling it a hard-hitting match is putting it lightly.

KH: Yea, no, that match was...brutal barely does it justice. Let’s not get it twisted, whatever you may think of the Bad Omens, they’re a bloody good team. They don’t always play fair, but they’re determined to succeed, and that...

[Katie whistles, biting at the tip of her tongue for a second.]

KH: That makes every single one of them dangerous.

ST: You took...a lot of punishment in that match, how are you feeling now, heading into this title defense?

[Katie shrugs her shoulders a little bit, raising a hand to rub at the back of her neck.]

KH: I’d be lying if I said there’s not still soreness, y’know? I mean, fucking hell, a guy three times my size spent a good bitta time beating the stuffing outta me, I don’t think I’m spilling classified information or anything by saying I’m still aching from it some.

KH: But is it gonna affect me, tonight? Nah.

ST: Really?

KH: Can’t let it. Listen, whatever else people want to say about Stella Winters, you can’t argue one simple fact: she’s good at what she does. I’m not going to stand here and tell you otherwise, I’m not going to pretend like she’s not been impressive since she actually stepped foot in the ring. I mean, she beat Jessica Anderson in a Rapid Fire Rules match--how’s that for a statement of intent, hey?

ST: You’re not kidding.

KH: Stella’s been damn close to being the IYH Champion, too. Say what you like about how she got there, people can make all the accusations they want, this, that, or the other...I’m not going to disrespect her talents, by implying she’s done anything but compete.

KH: Did she rise up the ranks quick? Yea, maybe, but if Mr. Cryptic were really that biased toward her, Shawn Fox wouldn’t be IYH Champion right now. He’d have every reason, after Ground’n’Pound, to say she was unfairly cost that match, and say she deserves either another opportunity, or to just...be the champion.

KH: Instead...we all moved on, yea? And Stella did what she said she was going to--she fought anyone and everyone she had to, to establish herself as my next challenger. I’ll be honest? I can’t not respect that.

ST: Taking a step back for a second, I know you’ve campaigned for several weeks for Jessica Anderson to get a rematch for the title--with tonight being her last match in In Your House, are you disappointed that never materialized?

[Katie screws her nose up a little bit, clearly unhappy to see a friendly face leaving...but it doesn’t extinguish the Kiwi’s smile for too long.]

KH: Disappointed? Yea, maybe. More surprised, than anything. But, y’know, didn’t work out. Whatever’s next for her, good luck.

KH: I can’t think too much about that, though--Jessica’s not the one trying to take this title from me tonight. And as far as tonight goes? Like I said, Stella’s good. She’s very good.

[A coy little smirk rises to the face of the “Kat Scratch Kiwi,” who glances in Stevie’s direction for a second, taking her focus off the camera.]

KH: But...she’s not unbeatable.

KH: This is going to be a big test for me, Stevie. No question about that, this is going to be a match that tests my mettle as both a champion, and a wrestler in general. The Bad Omens have been on a roll, even despite the way Ground’n’Pound ended, and it wouldn’t be unbelievable to think that every single one of them could walk out as some champion in this company.

KH: But, as good as Stella is, as good as she’s proven she is, and as determined as she is to prove herself--if she thinks hopping on Twitter and saying it’s a guarantee she’s taking my title is enough to get it done, she’s sorely mistaken. I’m not going into this match believing the hype, Stevie. I’m not listening to the people saying there’s no stopping the Bad Omens.

KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to take this belt--I want to keep it more.

KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to prove herself as a wrestler--I want to prove myself as a champion more.

KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to win this match--I want to win it more.

KH: She’s good. No doubt there.

KH: But tonight? I’ll be faster. I’ll be stronger. I’ll be tougher.

KH: I’ll be better.

KH: And I’ll walk out of that ring...still Rapid Fire Champion.

[Unlike usual, Katie doesn’t stick around for the pleasantries with Stevie, just flashing her peace sign and turning to leave. Stevie looks in Katie’s direction for a second, then just lowers the mic and we cut back to ringside.]



[The camera cuts to another area backstage where Sean Hazard is leaving his locker room, now dressed in his normal attire. Kevin Rose enters the shot and walks up to him.]

KR: Hey Sean, tough loss tonight man, but you gave it your all out there. Everyone wants to know now that season 2 is done, what’s next for Sean Hazard?

[Sean gives a defeated chuckle.]

SH: What’s next? Nothing is next Kevin. Fucking nothing.

[With that Sean leaves the shot leaving Kevin stunned into silence. The camera cuts away.]



Rapid Fire Championship
Singles Match
Katie Hanley © vs The Blue Dragon

DING DING DING!

[The fans are cheering as the clock set for the ten minute time limit appears on the screen, the referee reminds Katie and Stella that they must defeat the other inside of ten minutes or the match ends regardless. Stella rolls her eyes a little but nods and Katie nods before the referee calls for the bell. Katie confidently moves to engage Stella who flicks her fingers at her to get under the Champion's skin but Katie grabs that hand and twists it into a nicely executed Hammerlock. Stella yelps with annoyance and rolls to counter out of the hold, popping back up to her feet and yelling at Katie to watch what she's doing much to the fan's amusement. Winters backhands Katie then as she closes with her, and Katie narrows her eyes before she hauls back and lays an elbow right into Stella's jaw!

Stella cries out and plays hurt only to step back and hit Katie with a quick DDT that brings the Rapid Fire Champion down on the mat. Katie lays there a moment, Stella rolls to her feet and turns just as Katie surges up to her feet, Stella comes at her to try a Dropsault but Katie manages to evade the move and grabs her around the waist, yanking her up and over with a hard German Suplex. When her shoulders hit the mat her breath rushes out and Stella fights to regain it - but still kicks out at two!

Stella quickly rolls to the side and free of Katie's clutches, she moves to her knees as Katie jumps up and to her feet to try and catch the rising Stella with a Swinging Neckbreaker, Hanley shoots the ropes to gain momentum for the impact. However she's given the Blue Dragon too much time to recover as she simply spins towards the ropes and drops, leaving Hanley to hang herself up on the second strand. Katie slides off the rope and falls on her side, laying there holding her thigh as Stella regains her feet, and she struts up to Katie grabbing her upper arm to drag her away from the ropes! Katie though had been playing a little possum and yanks her arm away as she explodes up with a Switchblade Kick that connected hard with Stella's head. It rocks Stella back a moment and she drops to slide out of the ring for a breather but Katie smelling a victory grabs her by her ankles and yanks her towards the middle of the ring!]

BM: What a crazy match, neither one wants to give in and they’re both racing the clock!

[The referee is close and Katie moves carefully so as not to trip over him, she glances fast at the clock on the screen only to turn into Blue Dragon Sleeper! The fans freak out thinking this is it but NO! Katie breaks free! Stella though stays on the attack with a lightning fast Armdrag that takes them both to the mat where Stella goes for a cover attempt, but no Katie kicks out at two. As both women get to their feet Stella executes a lovely Snapmare and when Katie rolls to her feet again Stella grabs her and Hiptosses her back to the mat, laughing at her! Stella backs off as Katie rises, only to run past her at the ropes behind her, using them to gain momentum as she jumps at the set closest to Hanley and uses them for a Springboard DDT. Both women hit the mat and then roll to their bellies near simultaneously and push back up to their feet as Stella's back is to the turnbuckles and Katie charges at her with an attempt for a Corner High Knee but Stella drops at the last second and Katie hits the ropes again! Both women now are taking quick looks at the clock and redouble their efforts as they see it counting down!

Katie spins to catch Stella in a Waistlock which she quickly transitions into a Sunset Flip. The crowd is really getting into it as the referee slid into place but he only got a quick two count before Stella fights hard and shoves Katie off! As Stella moves to get to her feet she is struck with a surprise set of Shoot Kicks to the chest that bring her right back down on the mat. The referee hasn't even risen off his knees and quickly moves to count as Hanley tries to pin her but NO! NO! Stella kicks out, holding her chest afterwards. Katie looks up in surprise at the referee who holds up his fingers to indicate that it was just under three, not enough to pin. Hanley sighs and glances at the clock before she strikes the rising Stella with an elbow and then grabs her arm to draw her into an Armbar! Stella howls but she manages to break the hold, and grabs Katie by her arm and flips her over and then with surprising speed takes her by an ankle and applies a Single Leg Boston Crab! Stella pulls Katie towards the ropes so she can step up on the turnbuckle and adds pressure to the move! The referee is there telling Stella to get off the ropes but the Blue Dragon just grins at her and torques the hold some more.

Katie screams and flails for the ropes, using her flexibility to get her there before Stella could change her mind and drag her back to the middle of the ring. The instant that she saw that Katie has reached the ropes Winters releases the hold, not even waiting for the referee to call it or warn her again with a huge smirk on her lips. Using the ropes she brings herself back up to her feet, Katie waits until Stella looks at her before springing away from off the ropes and hits her with a that High Knee she had been looking for before! Both women collapse to the mat as the crowd freaks out cheering and screaming.]

BM: And both women are down! The clock isn’t stopping they need to get up before it’s too late!

TR: Thank you, Captain Obvious. What you should be pointing out is that Stella is down here all by herself!

BM: Hmm… you think that means there’s trouble in the Bad Omens?

TR: What? NO! Shut up B-ry.

[Heaving to get her breath she rises, Stella pulls Katie towards the corner and pulls her up to sit her on the top turnbuckle. Stella jumps up on the turnbuckle, and climbs her way to the top. She sneers to the crowd as she balances on the middle ropes and then yanks Katie up in her arms, and pulls her into her Front Flip Piledriver, Dead of Winter, right off the ropes! There is a moment of silence as the ladies hit the mat with a huge BAM!! of impact as they both hit hard. Both the ladies are down, and the referee quickly goes to look at first Katie and then Stella. Stella suddenly sits up as the crowd gasps, and she rolls Katie to her back before she hooks the leg and collapses over her! The clock is down to less than two minutes as the referee slides in to count!]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

TH: And here is your winner via pinfall, and NEW Rapid Fire Champion… STELLA WINTERS!

BM: WOW WHAT A MATCH!

TR: I have to agree, these two left it all in the ring and Stella did it! I almost can’t believe it!

[Alice Cooper’s Poison plays as Stella sits up, clearly winded and blinks as the referee hands her the belt. She pauses for a few moments to almost tenderly look at it, letting the referee help her up and raise her hand. He goes to check on Katie and Stella leaves the ring, it really hits her then that she’s done it and she does a full on Wolf of Wall Street Leonardo Di Caprio HAHAHAHA Fuckers laugh at all the fans who are booing her heavily. She raises the belt up over her head before she heads backstage. The fans cheer as Katie sits up and she glares after Stella, clearly looking as if she will chase after her old title once more.]



[The cameras cut backstage to find Penelope Kaplan and Wyatt “Jet” Blanchard, the two members of Jetpack as they’re sitting outside a locker in a side hallway, quietly talking between themselves. Penny’s brows are drawn in with the cutest worry wrinkle between the two as she whispers urgently to her tag partner and friend.]

PK: So let me get this straight, your Grandma is out there in the crowd tonight? Why isn’t she back here, I wanna meet her!

[Jet chuckles and shakes his head.]

JB: She said nah, she wants to wait until after the match. Then, she said we can go get her and you can meet her. I was…

[He almost sheepishly rubs his hand over his close clipped hair, and smiles at her again.]

JB: ...well I was a lil worried, you know it ain’t been that long since I came out. She said she didn’t care, but sayin’ it from a half a world away is hella different than havin’ it in your face.

[Penny smiles softer and reaches to hug him, patting his back.]

PK: She seems pretty cool, I bet you’re worrying about nothing. At least we got a nice big match to show off in.

[Penny sighs, then shakes her head.]

PK: I hope we win, but even if we don’t? We’re sticking right here, right? We got a record to break and teams to fight.

[Jet nods and then chuckles himself.]

JB: Yep - we were here at the start of this go, and we’re gonna be here til them doors shut for good.

[The cameras cut elsewhere as the two continue on talking about strategy for the match.]



Moments before the Triple Threat match the cameras cut backstage and we see Southern Hostility walking out of their locker room. They start down the hallway in the direction of the ring. Standing against the wall in between the group and the cameraman is IYH's own Stevie Trelain. Despite not having the most successful past when it comes to getting Southern Hostility to speak to her, she gives it another shot.]

ST: Hey Amanda, I was wondering if I could get a few....

[She is immediately cut off by Hayes.]

AH: No!

[Amanda doesn't even look at her as she storms down the hallway. She is in no mood to talk, which is different as usually she never runs out of things to say.]

ST: OK....

[Stevie quickly regroups and turns her attention to Colton Travis.]

ST: Colton, do you think I could get a quick word with you?

[Colton slows down long enough to respond but it isn't much more helpful.]

CT: Nah, we ain't got shit to say, right now.

[With that, Colton picks back up his pace and walks out of camera view. Stevie sees that this is clearly strike two in her attempt to talk to the team.]

ST: Really?

[Lastly, we see the teams manager, Clayton Travis. Stevie decides to give it one last go.]

ST: Clayton, I just want to know what Southern Hostility think about the last couple of weeks and their match tonight at Dawn of the Immortals?

[Clayton looks Stevie over, spits some tabacco juice at her feet, and answers her.]

Clay: Make it quick!

[Stevie is not happy that he just spit at her feet in such a disrespectful manner but overlooks it because he did stop long enough to answer some questions.]

ST: OK....uh...let's start with why Colton and especially Amanda haven't chosen to speak leading up to this match? Usually, we hear their thoughts in full.

[Clayton looks at her and probably instantly regrets stopping at all.]

Clay: You wanna know why they ain't talking? Probably because they are madder than a hornet's nest right now and who could blame them?

[Trelain follows that up with another question.]

ST: They normally seem pissed off. What makes it so different this time?

[Clayton just shakes his head as he can see that she clearly doesn't get it.]

Clay: Look, I know you're a few bricks shy of a load, but focus. They hate a lot of things and having their plans messed with is one of the big ones. The fact is that they were gonna beat Team Fury a couple weeks ago when the latest version of the Bad Omens stuck their nose where it didn't belong and took that away from them.

[Stevie cautiously asks the next question.]

ST: Well, while I agree the Bad Omens messed that match up, what about two weeks ago when they were put in the four-way match to determine the new number one contender?

[Clayton rolls his eyes at the question but decides to answer anyway.]

Clay: The point is there never should have been a number one contender's match. If we hadn't been screwed over by those goofs, we would have beat the current Champs and would be the ones who got the Title Shot. That was a clusterfuck of a match and it should have never taken place.

[Stevie takes a second to think about how she wants to word her next question and then asks it.]

ST: Well, your team was not successful in that match but get another chance...

[Clayton cuts her off at this point.]

Clay: Look bitch, every one stumbles from time to time but like I said, we should have never been put in that match because we woulda beat the Champs the week before. Losing is another thing that really pisses them off. I wouldn't wanna be either of the two teams that have to deal with Amanda and Colton,
tonight.

[Stevie begins to ask the obvious follow up to that.]

ST: Speaking of the match tonight, how do you see it playing out?

[Clayton looks at her and just starts to laugh.]

Clay: Seriously? I see this playing out very badly for the other teams in this match and in this company. You think these two are normally angry and aggressive? You ain't seen nothing yet. They look to beat the hell out of their opponents and make a point when they have talked a lot of shit. You, Jetpack, and Layton & Fenric are all about to learn that when they stop talking, that's when you better start worrying. This ain't a team that needs extra motivation to beat up people. So what the hell do you think is gonna happen when they have it?

[With that, Clayton walks away to go join Amanda and Colton before the match.]
May 15 2018, 01:08 PM
Ok everyone, it's that time again. For those that were here last year and remember, it's the same concept. For those that weren't, all you have to do is look at the categories and PM THREE nominations for each one. Please don't be the guy that only sends one nomination per category, give us a variety. Then me (Chelle), Gordon and Nina will all vote to pick suitable winners.

You CAN wait until after night two to send these in (as a choice or two could be effected by it, just saying), I just wanted to post this now so y'all can start thinking about it. Please PM the nominations to this account.

The categories are:

-Shocking Moment Of The Season (previously extreme)
-Rivalry Of The Season
-Breakout Wrestler Of The Season
-Match Of The Season
-Tag Team Of The Season
-Wrestler Of The Season


EXAMPLE:
- Shocking Moment
Angies return
Mikes return
Stellas Stelipulation

- Rivalry
Stella vs Emery
Bad Omens vs Shawn Fox
Serena vs Her own sanity

And so on.

Any questions, feel free to respond.

Here are last years winners:

http://iyhwf.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic...&st=0&#entry763

May 9 2018, 08:39 PM


FROM QUDOS BANK ARENA, SYDNEY
SUN, 13/05/2018 & SUN, 20/05/2018 @ 8PM (ACST)


NIGHT ONE - 13/05/2018

MAIN EVENT
Proving Grounds Championship
Thirty Minute Ironman Match
The Ikiryo © vs Michael Diablo

Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Winner gets a tag team championship shot in season three
Southern Hostility vs Layton & Fenric vs Jetpack

Rapid Fire Championship
Singles Match
Katie Hanley © vs The Blue Dragon

Singles Match
Serena Maxwell vs Sean Hazard

Singles Match
Jessica Anderson vs Ash Fi



NIGHT TWO - 20/05/2018

MAIN EVENT
In Your House Championship
Singles Championship
Shawn Fox © vs The Banshee

Street Fight
Angelica Layne vs Minka Carter

Tag Team Championship
Tag Team Match
Team Fury © vs The Bad Omens (Hellhound & Kraken)

Tag Team Match
The Vision vs Hyphy Machinery

Singles Match
Captain Fabulous vs Brien Storm
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