IGA Championship Title Holders

[TommyDanger]

The Canadian Criminal, The Cruiserweight Icon & The Crimson Cyclone

["Shoulda Known" by Atmosphere blares over the PA system, the crowd raising to their feet just as the curtains were jerked open, Essex stepping through his hands smacking together with each snare crack through the song. Behind him emerged AsH jumping up and down slapping the hands of the fans along the way to the ring, last but not least Bryant McCoy stepped from the back with a grin on his lips. The power trio continued to play to the crowd before climbing into the ring, Essex head bobbing to the music as it faded out before looking back to AsH and McCoy.]

Essex: So yeah, [scratching his head as he walks towards the ropes.] we really need to work something out before this dirty little collition goes down in the record books. [Turning around, he moves back towards the middle of the ring looking at McCoy and AsH.] We need to establish one thing before this goes any further. There's a lot of, confusion that's going on between the 3 of us and it needs to be cleared up. Someone here....is infringing on the other's trademark, hit the tape!

[The camera shows Bryant McCoy jumping into the air and hitting the Aero Cutter on JPV at Grapplefest.]

[MEGA FACE POP!]

[The camera shows the Aero Cutter again from another angle!]

[WE COULD WATCH THIS ALL DAY!]

[Then again from above!]

[JPV GOT WHAT WAS COMING TO HIM POP!]

[The scene cuts to AsH hitting the ICONcutter on Scott Stylez!]

[WE SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING POP!]

[And again!]

[ROARS!]

[And again!]

[MAJOR FACE POP!]

[The scene cuts to Essex hitting Clyde with the E.Coli!]

[UBER FACE POP!]

[And again! and again from different angles.]

[THAT WAS GREAT POP!]

Essex: [looks to the other two.] Someone is infringing on the copyright SLASH Trademark SLASH marking of the other two...now what do you have to say for yourself Bryant? We know yours wasn't first so you're ripping one of the two of us off!

McCoy: Did you not see the look on JPV's face when I nailed him with the Aerocutter? Did that look like the face of a man being hit with a ripped off, gimmick infringing hack-job? No! That face was the face of a man who pissed himself at the very touch of a move so unique, so original that it hurt him in ways he never dreamed possible.

[TAKE THAT JPV POP]

McCoy: I uh, know he peed a little because I kinda sat my hand in it just before I went to help you up.

[Essex gives him a totally disgusted look and turns to AsH.]

Essex: And you Mistah AsH?

AsH: Listen, man... I you look at the tape, I CLEARLY flutter my legs as I fall. It, umm, adds velocity to the fall and therefore, is not only a great quick move, but a devastating... Fall, ...thing.

[Both men look at the Cruiserweight Icon]

AsH: What? I flutter the legs.

Essex: Umm...well, mine isn't an "Ace Crusher" it's actually a snap mare....I've just never been able to flip them all the way over! But that's besides the point! The difference is, I actually win matches with mine!

AsH: ...you're trying to tell me that you're SO inept at the snapmare that rather then flipping them over, you just jump straight out? [AsH smiles for a second and looks around to the cheering fans]You, my friend, have lost whatever was left of your mind.

McCoy: Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please! Is this any way for good, honest men for us to act? I uh…I'll give you each ten thousand dollars not to sue me.

[He reaches into his pocket, then notices they aren't quite thrilled.]

McCoy: Alright, alright. Plus I'll throw in the booze and those two chicks in the lobby. And I promise never to touch E with JPV piss soaked hands again.

[Bryant pulls the mic close to his lips and walks out into dead center of the ring, holding up a hand to quiet the buzzing crowd.]

McCoy: Now I already know what a lot of you are thinking. Why would Bryant McCoy have acted the way he did? Why wouldn't he have sought revenge on the man who placed him on the shelf for so many months. And the simple answer?

Does it even fucking matter?

Those of you upset about it are obviously JPV fans. You're cheering for the dark side! And I don't mean Clyde. Come back to us young Padawans!

[Essex and AsH glare at him and for a moment there is a strange awkward silence between them before finally McCoy just shrugs his shoulders and moves on.]

McCoy: Did you not watch what happened last week? The look on JPV's face made it all worth while. He had me come out and somehow in that little brain of his, really thought he could just order me to do whatever he wanted me to do. He really thought that he could just snap his fingers and I'd take Essex out. But news flash, Valley, I don't do anyone's dirty work. Me, being the eternal opportunist that I am, chose to rise above that and take matters into my own hands.

Suffice it to say that Dangerous by Himself has made a few….allies.

And so Mark Pure, hold on to that title of yours well. Because while it may not be today or tomorrow when it happens, very soon I'll be coming back for the one thing that has eluded me in this business. It will be my time to hold the most prized and prestigious title in all the world; the IGA World Title. And it won't be long before Dangerous with Allies, turns into Dangerous with the World Heavyweight Championship.


#I came in the door nineteen eighty four
Paint on the wall got chased by the law
Once got soul in the place full of flow
Was never given the zone had to create my own
As clean as the nose on my face that I placed on the stone
Had to stake my claim to the thrown#


[MEGA HEEL POP!]

DeLuica: Things are about to heat up!

Streamline: It looks like AsH, McCoy and Essex are in for a bad night!

Chance Fortuna

["Lucky" Chance Fortuna made his way through the curtains, standing at the top of the rampway with a grin on his lips. The model/wrestler watching the 3 mega stars in the ring with a smile.]

Chance: Well, look at what we've got here. Three men who are so desperate to achieve their past success, they're willing to have a 3 some, no one would ever want to see. Where as standing here before you all is Chance Fortuna, the Lexus of professional wrestling. You 3 are nothing more then refurbished beaters, you've all destroyed your bodies before any of you even hit 25....[motions towards AsH] Your knees can barely hold you up...[flippantly waves his hand off at McCoy] Your neck still isn't healed and don't think we don't know that...and you...[he just laughs looking to E] They've already got a wheelchair ready for you in the back, you've been beaten half to death time and time again...sooner or later, you won't be getting up.

[CROWD ROARS IN BOOS!]

[Walking towards the ring, Chance stops about halfway down the aisle. Shaking his head and taking a few steps backwards.]

Chance: The 3 of you had your day at Grapplefest, but look at that event, Tommy Danger actually pulling out a win. It must have been a full moon with all the freak events that night...but we're not going to worry about the past, we're going to worry about the future, and the future is looking very very bleak for you. Tonight, The Sin City Superstar...pound for pound the greatest wrestler in the World and the Prince of SP...[he laughs slightly] Nayh, that's not a kingdom I have any interest in...the PRINCE OF THE IGA! Will teach you what happens when you cross Jean Paul Valley...You have no idea who's your friend...[he motions towards Essex.] Or who's your enemy [his finger turns towards AsH.] But just remember one thing...[he winks towards Bryant McCoy.] Trust no one...because tonight...your Luck's Run Out!

[Chance threw his arms in the air, the boos of the crowd were deafening but a voice did break through the boos.]

Essex: Hey!

[Chance blinked, expecting to have the last word. Sneering a bit before backing up the aisle a bit more.]

Essex: Who are you?

Chance: [looks irritated.] You're going to find out soon enough exactly, who I am.

Essex: Um, sure...So you're like Jean's...bitch of the week?

Chance: [shakes his head] Listen, I'm not going to play your little games. I'm not going to appeal to your 12 year old mentality...

Essex: I know you're not...but these people will...

[OF COURSE WE WILL FACE POP!]

[E looks to the crowd and winks, Chance grits his teeth and motions towards Essex.]

Chance: All you have is your mouth, that's all you've ever had. There are 15 year olds in the backyard of any South Bend Trailer park doing the same shit as you. You don't impress me!

Essex: That's good, since I really don't care who the hell I impress. But I did want to say, seeing as Kendra's still out of action and you're Jean's new bitch...you must be pretty used to getting fucked!

[MEGA FACE POP!]

[Chance blinked and tried to say something, Essex cutting him off.]

Essex: AND TONIGHT, there's not enough KY in George Michel's mansion to make this any easier on you. I'm gonna initiate you into the IGA with the boot fucking of your life!

[INSANE FACE POP!]

[Essex threw the microphone up the aisle at Chance, the feedback echoing through the arena as it hit the ground, Chance barely ducking out of the way! Fortuna motioned towards the 3 in the ring, back off! AsH climbing up to the middle rope as did McCoy motioning for Chance to come back before the scene cut away.]

Scott Justice vs Mr. Chris Justice

Delucia: And it’s time for our next match. Scott justice verses Chris Justice.

Streamline: That’s Mr.

## Steppin to the bad side...
## OoooOoooOooooo
## Gonna take a meaannnnn rideeee...

Delucia: And here comes Scott Justice.

[The tron suddenly lit up with the words HOLLYWOOD and SYNDICATE and as the music played, they ebbed and flowed in brightness.]

## The smile I had has gone away...
##Those that steal are gonna pay...

[Suddenly the words Hollywood Syndicate are replaced by the silhouette of a man. That shadow, as it were, wore a fedora, the brim pulled down low. That silhouette struck a pose.]

## Steppin to the bad side....toooodayyy...

[There was a slight pause and the curtain at the top of the ramp suddenly was backlit with a bright light and it showed that very same silhouette form. The tempo of the song suddenly changed from that slow drawl of a tune to an upbeat movement. A second silhouette had joined the first, a third and then a fourth joined them.]

## Steppin to the bad side...
## OoooOoooOooooo...
## Gonna take a mean ride...

## OoooOoooOooooo...

[Tyler Hollywood, Scott Justice, Andrew Raynes and VixXxen then pushed their way through the curtain to the crowd that let them know how they felt.]

Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!

[Tyler, wearing an honest to God, black and white striped zuit suit...complete with black fedora with a white band near the brim...smirked at the reaction as he set his arms out wide, as if taking in pure adulation. Scott Justice wore the same outfit, only the boldness of the stripes were reversed. Andrew's? You could tell he was the youngest and the rebel. His suit was cut off at the shoulders and was now sleeveless. Tyler looked to his left and behind himself, opened arms, and the little sweet tart, VixXxen came prancing out onto the stage entrance.]

[HOT CHICK POP!]

[Vix was wearing a matching outfit of black and white pinstripe, including a fedora! But the outfit was more of a Lycra gym short deal, cut real high and real low, if you know what I mean. Her matching shirt was half cropped that showed that belly. Her lips were ruby red and wore a wicked smirk that only highlighted that fedora pulled half over her eyes.]

## The smile I had has gone away...
## Those that steal are gonna pay...
## Steppin to the bad siiiiiiiiide....toooodayyy...

[The fans had all come to their feet and held up signs. Some to rub in the fact that the Syndicate had lost the titles to Code Red, others to point out how "well" they were liked and then a few showing some support. Tyler, Scott and VixXxen all reached the ringside area but did not go to the ring. Tyler made sure VixXxen was settled into a chair and she smiled up at him sweetly. Hollywood and Justice then each slid into the ring and popped to their feet to get a rousing boo from the fans.]

*AHHHH!*

[Screams come from the speakers around the arena right as the lights one by one go out within the palace. Streams of fire cross in front of the entrance for a split second, covering what might and was coming out.]

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence cause such silence;
Who are we mistaken?

[Out from the darkness came a man, wearing a pair of blue and green short tights. Pressing against his skin in every shape they could. Simi muscled up along his body. His eyes, focusing on the fans around him. Some cheering, some booing, but for the most part, they were all standing on their own two feet looking at him.]

*MR. CHRIS JUSTICE!*

[Echoing loudly over the PA system]

But you see, it's not me,
It's not my family,
In your head, in your head,
They are fighting.

[Chris began that long walk, the same walk that every other dreamer in this risky business has done before. Step after step, look after look, and breath after breath. Behind him, little bits of smoke came up towards the metal plates that held the roof together. His eyes, wondering on what had to be done.]

With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns,
In your head, in your head,
They are crying.

*CHEEERS AND BOOO’S*

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie.
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie.

[Chris got to the ring, stopping for a moment to eye what his feet and back would land on. Turning to his right and walking up the steps that lead to the entrance to hell.]

Another mother's breakin,
Heart is taken over.
When the violence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old team since 1916.
In your head, in your head,
They're still fighting.

[Chris ducks under the ropes and enters into the abyss. Running for the far corner, leaping up and onto the ropes, eyeing the fans that had came. Chris leaps off and lands on both feet as his music slowly comes to a fade.]

With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns,
In your head, in your head,
They are dying.

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie.
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie.

*FADE…*

Delucia: And there goes the bell.

*DING*

Streamline: This is an easy win for Scott in my opinion.

[Before Chris can even get his head in the game, Scott catches him off guard with a hard fist to the back. Scott slams him again and then a third time for good measure. Grabbing his head, Scott slams him right into the corner of the top turnbuckle. Scott then takes his right hand and sends in a hard knife edge chop.]

*OUCH THAT HURT POP!*

[Scott gave a smile as he then sent in another. Grabbing his arm, Scott sent Chris out of the corner and into the other side. Taking off, Scott leaps up in the air and right down on the chest of Chris with a leaping cross body.]

Delucia: Scott with the advantage here.

Streamline: Chris is getting taken to school now.

[Chris went out a little before getting a snapmared. Scott then ran for the other ropes, bouncing off them before sliding right into the crotch of Chris.]

*OUCH POP!*

[Scott gave a smile before going for a cover. As the ref went down for the count, Scott pulls Chris head in and begins to pound him with lefts and right like there was no tomorrow. The crowd was beginning to give mixed reactions before Scott pulled Chris up from the canvas. Sending Chris off to the ropes, Chris came back right into a sleeper hold.]

Streamline: Sleep time.

Delucia: This has been all Scott Justice here in the opening.

[Chris was fighting in hard. Trying to reach for anyway out of this predicament. Trying to stay away, Chris inched foot after foot for the ropes till Scott reacted with a hard backdrop right into the canvas. Scott then went for the cover.]

One…










Two…

*KICK OUT POP!*

Delucia: Early cover there.

[Scott got angry as he pulls Chris to his feet. Kicking him in the gut, Scott ran backwards to the ropes and bounced off them. Running back to Chris, he went for a swinging neckbreaker but Chris reacted for a closeline but Scott ducked it. Scott continued threw off the other side. Chris bounces off the ropes but walks right into a german suplex as Scott got the advantage still]

Streamline: Even by himself he is better.

[Scott got to his feet and went right to the feet of Chris and locked on a Figure four leg lock.]

Chris Justice: AHHHH!

Streamline: Oh it’s learning session in the house.

Delucia: Oh this has all been Scott and this could be it.

[Chris began to scrap and scrap for the ropes. Screaming as the pain rolls down his back. This could be it but at the last second, Chris grabs the ropes as the ref makes Scott let go. Scott walks to the other side where Tyler and Raynes where standing before he turns around to see Chris getting to his feet. Scott then takes off for a closeline to knock Chris out of the ring but Chris ducks down, pulling the top rope with him, sending Scott over the side of the ropes to the floor.]

*REVERSE OF THE MATCH POP!*

[Oh this was his opening and he knew it. Chris got to his feet to see Scott holding his head outside. Grabbing the top rope, Chris leaps over and lands on top of Scott with a high cross body to the outside.]

Delucia: That’s a side that I didn’t know he had.

Streamline: See, showboating.

[Chris got off of Scott, turning to see the faces of Tyler and Raynes starting to walk towards him. Chris got the head of Scott and tossed him right into the ring, breaking the ten count.]

Delucia: Well after what he and Raynes did to Chris, I know why he is hell bent.

Streamline: Well he admitted that was his fault.

[Chris was hell bent to leather. Pulling Scott to his feet, Chris went and nailed a body slam towards the corner. Going to the top rope, he perched himself up there for a second before leaping off, twisting in a forward motion and almost nailing a flipping frog splash on to Scott but he rolls out of the way.]

Streamline: Oh the smarts.

[On the outside Tyler claps as Scott and Chris get up at the same time. Scott goes to run for Chris but he ducks under and reaches back for the head of Scott nailing a neck breaker to the ground. Chris rolls for the corner and starts to get to his feet before getting up and looking at the fans.]

Delucia: It seems these fans are starting to get behind Chris.

Streamline: Nah. I think it’s because of the beer guy.

[Delucia gives Streamline a look before Chris raises his hands for the single of his finisher.]

Delucia: Chris Justice I think is ready to hit My Point.

[Chris awaits for Scott to get up to his feet before Scott turns around. Chris goes for a kick but Scott catches it. Screaming at Chris Scott tosses it, swinging Chris around before he locks in for a german suplex. Lifting him, Scott sends him backwards but Chris lands on his feet. Scott then turns around to a boot to the gut. Chris grabs his hand and falls backwards, nailing a DDT to the ground.]

*HUGE FINISHER POP!*

Delucia: My Point! My Point!

Streamline: No!

[Chris starts to go for the cover but Tyler leaps up on the apron. The ref goes to get in his face as it allows Raynes to roll into the ring with a steel chair. Chris gets up and goes to kick Tyler off but Babe Ruth hit another homerun. Raynes swung the steel chair and slammed it right on the head of Chris Justice.]

Streamline: Now that’s Team work.

Delucia: Chris Justice just seen stars there again.

[Raynes grabbed the arm of Scott and rolled him over on top of Chris as Tyler leaps off.]

Delucia: No. This is messed up.

[The ref turns around to see the cover.]

One…





















Two…
























Three!!!!

*DING*

Delucia: Chris Justice again got screwed.

Streamline: No he didn’t. He just got beat.

Corlone: The winner of this match...SCOTT JUSTICE!

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

[Raynes and Tyler pulls Scott out of the ring, carrying him up the ramp towards the back, both with a smile on there face as the ref checks on Chris Justice who is out like a light. All three men just standing there, well two and one barely, Erik Rockwell rushing down the aisle and talking to Simon Jones.]

Streamline: What's going on?

[Jones nodding to Rockwell and looking around, Jones moving towards Corlone and talking to him motioning to the ring.]

Corlone: SIMON JONES HAS REVERSED THE DECISION! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH...as the result of a DISQUALIFICATION! MR. CHRIS JUSTICE!

[JUSTICE POP!]

[Raynes and Hollywood let go of Scott with the new announcement and spin around, Scott falling to the mat as Simon motions towards both of them and the DQ. Raynes and Hollywood quickly ducked out of the ring, Simon Jones running for his life up the aisle before the scene cut to the back.]

[TommyDanger]

Apathy vs Lara Leigh Love

V/O: You think you're half as good as me, the only thing you'll ever be, is just a way for me to bleed ...on ...this ...stage.

[The sound of Apathy's voice echoes through the arena as the Megatron goes to an eerie mesh of purple and red clouds, a gold clock emerges through the fog and the ticks click loud and strong, reverberating from every corner and cranny in the building, the bell tolls at six, but just before it reaches its final toll, lightning breaks the skies and strikes the clock cracking it in half, the guitar riffs of Cold's "Confession" kick in, a rising sea of red bathing the crowd from the first row to the nose bleed section and the presidential boxes, row for row, behind a faint purple lit shadow screen a familiar feminine figure, arms raised high, fingers in a gun salute.]

## Everybody loves stars. -- Everyone fell. -- Into her world she made here. -- Where everybody rates love. -- But I don't care. -- Cause it's her world, she made me. ##

[Eerie red fog, creeps across the stage, filling the blind spots and the voids, the screen falls and from the midst of the dense clouded red steps Apathy, baggy nylon pants and all. She gets lost in the moment feeling the music, a mixed chorus of boos and cheers ensue and she licks her lips driven by the vibe. She jumps and lands, setting off fire and fireworks.]

Corlone: Introducing first, standing five feet, nine inches and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixty-nine pounds, hailing from Salem, Massachusetts...this...is....APATHY.

## You think your half as good as me. -- The only thing you'll ever be. -- Is just a way for me to bleed. -- On this stage. ##

[She runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, going from turn buckle to turn buckle, yelling and pointing into the crowds, ignoring the jeers and rejections. She pounds her fist against her chest, more specifically her heart, a sign to her baby girl that she loves her.]

## Everybody loves stars. -- Everyone fell. -- Into her world she made here. -- Where innocence is taken. -- But I don't care. -- Cause it's her world, she made me. ##

DeLucia: Former champion versus former champion. This match could go along way in figuring out who gets the next shot at Sato.

Streamline: Weren't these two recently tagging?

## Can't stay at home, can't stay at school. -- Old folks say, ya poor little fool. -- Down the street I'm the girl next door. -- I'm the fox you've been waiting for. ##

DeLucia: Yes they were, in February back at Shangri-La in Shambles, these two teamed up to face off against Sabine and Glass.

[All eyes turn to the entrance ramp where Lara Leigh Love stands. Lara Leigh wears a black, V-neck, tank top and blue, low-riding, denim jeans. She completes the look with black, leather, platform boots, her brown hair falling straight down her back. She descends the ramp and walks to ringside, her face serious.]

## Hello Daddy, hello Mom. -- I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb. -- Hello world I'm your wild girl. -- I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb #

[As she walks along, Lara Leigh slaps a hand here and there, her gaze still focused on the ring.]

Corlone: And her opponent, standing five feet, eight inches. She weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland...this...is...LARA...LEIGH...LOVE!

## Stone age love and strange sounds too. -- Come on baby let me get to you. -- Bad nights cause'n teenage blues. -- Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose #

[Lara Leigh stalks up the ring stairs and carefully enters the ring, between the second and third rope. The brown-eyed vixen's gaze then turns towards Apathy.]

## Hello Daddy, hello Mom. -- I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb. -- Hello world I'm your wild girl. -- I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb ##

[The ref checks both woman and quickly calls for the bell. Love and Apathy step towards the center of the ring, and one another. Love extends her hand towards Apathy, offering a handshake. Slowly, reluctantly, Apathy gives in, extending her hand out as well. They shake quickly, after which Love pulls Apathy towards her, into a side headlock.]

DeLucia: Smart move by Love to take the opening, albeit a rather unconventional one.

Streamline: Strike while the iron is hot, what I say.

[Backing up to the ropes, Apathy shoves Love off onto the far side. On the return, she leaps over Love and then rolls onto her back and through to her feet as Love floats over. As she gets to her feet, she charges Apathy again, who side steps her, pushing her into the ropes with a bepaso. On the return, Love's taken over by a deep arm drag by Apathy. As both get back to their feet, Apathy charges Love, only to get arm dragged herself. This time, Love floats over into a cover but Apathy quickly kicks out. To her knees she rolls, sweeping Love's legs out from under her, floating into another quick cover, but she quickly kicks out as well. Apathy rolls away and to her feet as Love kips up.]

DeLucia: Standoff between both women, they know one another so well.

Streamline: That kind of happens when you're a tag team, even if it's for a short period. You start noticing things about one another.

[Both women step towards one another again. After a quick collar and elbow tie up, Apathy takes control with a side headlock. Backing her up to the ropes, Love shoves Apathy off, into the other side. On the return, they collide shoulder first, neither budging all that far. The two jaw for a moment, Love telling Apathy to hit the ropes and try again. She does and again neither budge. They jaw once more, this time Apathy tells Love to hit the ropes, which she does. As she comes back towards Apathy, she goes for a quick back elbow but Love ducks it. Rebounding off the ropes as Apathy turns around, Loves runs over her with a shoulder block that sends her crashing to the mat! Quickly, she rolls to the outside.]

DeLucia: What momentum Love had on that shoulder block!

Streamline: She oughta try out for the Vikings...she'd turn out to be the hardest hitter they have.

[The ref continues to count, now up to four, as Apathy paces back and forth on the outside. Slowly, she slips back into the ring, her eyes never leaving love. As she gets back to her feet, she stays near the ropes. Stepping towards Love, she raises both hands, as does Love, going for a tie-up but Apathy changes tactics and instead connects with a knee to the midsection. Grabbing her head, Apathy snap's her over to the mat and quickly connects with a kick to the small of Love's back!]

DeLucia: Jesus.

Streamline: I swear to god that's a gunshot and not just boot on flesh.

[Off the ropes, Apathy floats over and springs off the side in front of Love and connects with a running knee to the side of her jaw! Dropping down she covers quickly, but barely gets a one before Love kicks out, qucking rolling to her stomach, trying to get up to her knees. Grabbing her arm, Apathy extends it outwards and quickly drives the point of her elbow into Love's.]

DeLucia: Apathy in total control now, working over Love's arm.

Streamline: Apathy was in total control when she walked in the building!

[Love gets back to her feet and lands a pair of elbows to the side of Apathy's jaw, breaking the hold, but keeping a hold of Apathy's arm. Using it, she whips Apathy into the ropes. As she comes back, Apathy steps up off her thigh, trying to wrap her legs around Love's head, going a step-up rana, but Love pushes her off. Apathy lands, crouched. As she gets up, Love charges her, connecting with a yakuza kick that spins her around. Grabbing her by the waist, Love lifts Apathy up and back over her with a bridging german suplex!]

DeLucia: ONE...T--no!

[Apathy rolls the shoulder, breaking the pin. As she tries to roll to her knees, Love keeps ahold of her waist. Apathy goes for a reverse elbow but Love ducks, causing her to spin around. Love locks in the arm before taking her over with a northern lights.]

DeLucia: ONE...T--no!

Streamline: It's gonna take a lot more than that to put her down.

[A strike to the midsection causes the break. Love gets to her feet, taking Apathy with her. After a shot to the gut, Apathy connects with one to the jaw, rocking Love back on her heels. Love fires back with one of her own that rocks Apathy back. Using ropes for momentum, Apathy connects with a clothesline! Love stumbles back against the ropes. Running off of them, she comes towards her and connects with one of her own!]

DeLucia: Dueling clotheslines from both women with neither going down!

Streamline: I didn't expect love to put up THIS much of a fight against her, and I don't think Apathy did either.

[Apathy swings again but Love ducks, catching her arm over her shoulder. Grabbing her waist, Love takes her over with an exploder suplex! Both women lie motionless on the mat as the ref begins to count.]

DeLucia: That suplex was all Love had left after absorbing those shots from Apathy.

Streamline: Between the shots and the clotheslines, I'm not entirely sure either of'em have anything left.

[The ref is now up to five as Love is to a knee. Using the ropes, she gets back to her feet b seven and makes her way to Apathy. By the hair, she pulls her back up to her feet and pushes her towards the corner. Rearing back with her right hand, she connects with a hard knife edge chop to Apathy's chest. Rearing back once more, she connects with a second, followed by a third! Grabbing her by the hand, Love whips her across the ring, into the opposite corner. Following her over, Love cartwheels around, going for a handspring splash but Apathy slips out of the way!

DeLucia: Love hit the turnbuckle hard!

[After lifting her and sitting her up on the top rope, she leaps and connects with a palm strike to the side of Love's jaw! Grabbing her under both of her arms, Apathy flips her over and down to the mat. Getting up, she goes to the near corner and quickly climbs to the top.]

DeLucia: Two thirds of the trifecta...

[Setting herself, she comes off the top, going for a frog splash...]

DeLucia: She got the knees up!

Streamline: That had to hurt!

[Love gets back to her feet quick, not giving Apathy a chance to rest. Grabbing both of her arms, she quickly slaps on a standing butterfly. She tries to lift her up into a suplex but Apathy manages to slip out of it. Quickly, she grabs her around the head, clasping her hands over her shoulder before driving her down face first with a reverse STO!]

Streamline: Kiss of Death!

DeLucia: The end of Love may be coming up...

[Quickly, Apathy acts, dragging her back to her feet. Butterflying the arms, she slips Love's head between her legs before lifting her up and driving her down face first!]

Streamline: Love just became Afflicted!

[Apathy rolls her over and covers.]

DeLucia: ONE....



TWO...



TRHEE!!

["Confession" plays overhead as she rolls off of Love, winded. The ref raises her hand as she tries to sit up.]

Corlone: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match...APATHY!!!

[The ref checks on Love as Apathy pulls herself over to the corner, asking for the microphone, smacking it a couple of times to make sure it's on.]

DeLucia: She speaks...

Streamline: Shut up, I'm trying to listen.

DeLucia: Don't you mean worship?

[Apathy tries to catch her breath, her chest heaving, still partially winded from the match.]

Apathy: Sato...

[She pulls her hair back, holding it taught behind her head as she wipes her lips off on her wrist tape.]

Apathy: You're next.

The Splinter Cell

[Walking into the Agency's locker room, the crowd actually roared in cheers for Jayden Prince. Expecting to find his partner standing there, the locker room didn't have any signs of life. Prince put his hands on his hips, looking around for a moment, seeing Conrad's gym bag but his partner no where to be found. Jayden turned around and left the locker room, heading down the hall.]

DeLuica: Jayden was laid out at Grapplefest thanks to Chance Fortune...

Streamline: Fortuna...didn't you get the TPS report? He's not a gimmick, this isn't SPW...he wants to be known by his birth name which is Fortuna, and honestly, I really can't blame him.

DeLuica: Regardless! Conrad played a big roll in Prince being left wide open for that shot, no doubt Prince is looking for answers!

INTERNATIONAL TV TITLE MATCH!

Tobias Burden vs Big Smoothy

[When Under Pressure returned to a live feed, the white lights in the arena go out, after 4-5 seconds of darkness blinding teal lights erupt from what appears to be every single square foot of the arena and the PA system suddenly screams out.]

*****I don't give a f*ck!
I'm a hitman, I'm a stalker, I'm a solider, I'm a street walker*****

~~The IGA Tron suddenly came to life, showing a larger than life Big Smoothy driving several hapeless IGA superstars to the mat with the Burkolift, each time he rose, that look in his eye.~~

*****F*ck you!
You don't know me , I'm a freak
Never slow down, never sleep*****

~~The images showed that of Smoothy, battling in several hardcore spot like shots against Damian Payne, Ryan Williams, Malik Johnson, Cid Lindermann and the likes as he battled for the Fight Club Cham,pionship he once wore.~~

*****I get so high!
Don't play with me, see me, stay away from me
Just let me ride!*****

~~Again, more stars fall victim to painful moves. A backbreaker to Tommy Danger. A wicked run through clothesline that looks to take Ricky Starr's head off! Devante Anderson being power bombed to the mats and the crowd coming to it's feet in the background.~~

*****No you can't fade me,
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me!!*****

~~Suddenly Smoothy burst through the curtains to a massice heel pop, his pec muscles dancing as he looks back and forth, snorting like an ox. Sweat & water drop down his well cut chest as he makes his way down the ramp.~~

~~HEEEEEEAT POP!!!~~

*****Everybody dies
Just let me ride!!
There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning, I'm not lost
I'm just waiting, waiting to die*****

~~Just before he reaches ringside, Smoothy stopped to point at a fan and jaw away at him, a menacing right arm raised up like he was going to smack the fan, but he rolled under the ring, popped to his feet, set one foot on the bottom ropes and pressed his corder arms to the top ropes, bellowing out in a roar.~~

~~BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!~~

*****I drink too much!
See me fall down, see me laugh, see me f*ck up, see me laugh
I'll bust yo lip!
Keep talking shit, guard your grill
A Killer will fire at will
I f*ck the system
That first f*cked me
I question the authority to kill a minority*****

~~Rolling his shoulders, Smoothy sniffs back once and bounces on the balls of his feet, getting ready for his match as the music begins to fade.~~

*****F*ck you!
No, F*ck you, I'm a freak,
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me
Everybody dies*****

DeLucia: Alright wrestling fans, we are back with more from Under Pressure! Up next, the ITV Champion, Tobias Burden, defends his title against one of the biggest men in the IGA.

Streamline: Now that Payne is gone, probably THE biggest, Paul.

DeLucia: Speaking of Damian Payne, contgrats to that man for a hell of an IGA career. His battles with Scottie Page etched his success here in IGA and his recent ones with Johnny Pembroke won't be forgotten any time soon. We wish him well on his retirement tour.

[The stage lights up orange as the opening chords of Flaw's 'Final Cry' blast over the speakers, Tobias enters onto the stage causing the fans to explode, the Impulse stands right at the top of the ramp and lowers himself a bit as the music begins to skip.]

Streamline: And here comes the ITV champ!

*On the tron the image cuts to Tobias caught in the Rings, his face dripping with blood*

{Thi-this- this is -}

*Tobias? face contorts into a mask of agony and he opens his mouth to scream in pain*

{THIS IS OUR FINAL CRY!!}

BOOM~!!!

[The stage explodes in a shower of sparks as Tobias spreads his arms wide and screams as loud as he can, the crowd roars back in response!]

{Forging a difference
We summon existence
This distance is not what it seems}

*Images flash across the screen of Tobias? body flying through the air with a poetic tope, topping off with the one he performed against Salazar with a flaming baseball bat in hand.*

{Painstaking process
It pulls at our instincts
We're living outside of our means}

*More images of him hitting various suplexes on a multitude of stars, including Ghalleon, Kid Styles and Lady Hawke*

{So long, I've hoped
To be strong
Down-sloped}

*Images of Tobias holding various submissions, including a Boston Crab on Phoenix, a Sharpshooter on Pender and the Blood Riot on Salazar*

{And the damage will commence
The beginning of the end
And the damage will commence}

[Tobias makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with various fans and even hugging some fangirls.]

*The screen transitions various shots of Tobias bloodied but still using various weapons, chairshots on Sal and Phoenix, baseball batting Crim, and culminating with him spitting fire into Salazar's face.*

{All these occurances bring me to life
All that I've sacrificed makes it seem right
Don't underestimate how hard I'll try}

*Images begin scrolling through him hitting various finishing moves, hitting the Cross Special Brainbuster off the apron on Salazar, nailing Aaron Mc and Phoenix with the Fading Mage and culminating with Tobias jumping off a twenty foot ladder with Jason Taylor on his shoulders and literally putting him THROUGH the mat with the Rubix Cube.*

[Burden hops up the stairs and turns to the crowd, raising his palms up in the universal gesture of 'Give it to me' and the crowd roars even moreso in response, he pound his hands over his heart and turns back to climb in between the ropes.]

{This is our final cry!}

*The image cuts back to Tobias' bloody face slipping into unconsciousness after screaming*

[Tobias stands dead center of the ring as sparks begin to fall from the ceiling.]

{THIS IS OUR FINAL CRY~!!!}

BOOM~!!!

[Orange fireworks explode from all four posts as Tobias raises his arms once more, and the crowd showers the ring in orange streamers, as soon as the last one is thrown he retreats to his corner to await the opening bell.]

DeLucia: The ITV Champion looking solid here recently with a win over Todd Sople at GrappleFest. Big test here tonight though, Danny.

Streamline: I'll say. It's about time the 'roid head gets a shot at the ITV title.

*DING DING*

[Tobias looks across the ring at Smoothy who was fixing his wrist bands. Flexing a little at the fans as he stood there. Tobias gave a little distance in between them and when he saw the opening, he ran right at Smoothy, sending a hard forearm right to the back of the head of Smoothy. Doubling over, Burden slammed around one, trying to get the bigger man down and off his feet.]

DeLucia: Man, Burden is trying hard to get him off his feet. This is going to be an up hill battle for Tobias.

[Burden turned Smoothy around and before he could continue, Smoothy grabbed him by the face and pressed him off. Burden shock it off and ran right back in, this time sending the same hard shots with his forearm right into the face of Smoothy. Smoothy started to get a little dizzy but shook it off, this time grabbing the head of Burden and slinging him across the ring again.]

Streamline: Smoothy with that power on Tobias. I told you he was destined to win this.

[Tobias then saw the will power in his and ran right in again. Going for the forearm shot but Smoothy shot up, wrapping his arms around the waist of Tobias, before lifting him up and right down, nailing a wide open spine buster slam.]

*BOOM!*

Crowd: OOOO!

Delucia: Man did you hear that impact?

Streamline: That is power and that is Big Smoothy like you know and love him.

[Smoothy got straight up, looking down at Tobias as he rolled around on the mat. Smoothy reached down and pulled him back up to his feet. Sending him into the corner and sent a hard shot into his gut, doubling Tobias over a second. Smoothy then grabbed his left arm, whipping him across the ring into the other side, back first. Tobias hit hard and came out, right into the arms of Smoothy, who grabbed him into a belly to belly.]

DeLucia: Oh this could be dangerous for Tobias.

[Smoothy lifted up Tobias and sent him flying over, right into the mat with a releasing belly to belly suplex. Smoothy looked out with a smile as he figured he had this win easy. He got up off the mat and grabbed the head of Burden and tossed him against the ropes. Taking his hand, Smoothy sent it hard right on the chest of Burden, making the fans scream.]

[WOOOOOOOO]

[Smoothy gave a smile before lifting the head up of Burden and sending another hard slap down onto his chest once again.]

[WOOOOOOOOOOO]

DeLucia: Those huge ham hocks leaving some red marks, Danny!

[Smoothy took the hand of Burden, sending him and his red chest across the ring and towards the ropes. As Burden returned off them, he came right at Smoothy, leaping up in the air and grabbing the head of Smoothy. Holding on tight, Smoothy ran right for the ropes and went to toss Burden off and to the outside but Tobias held on Pulling the head of Smoothy down on the top rope and making him fly to the middle of the ring on his back.]

Streamline: I can't believe it! Tobias Burden took down the monster Smoothy!

DeLucia: The only question is, can he keep him down?!

[Burden landed on his feet on the outside, slamming right into the railing with his back. The pain shot up his back and to his head before he realized that Smoothy was down. Running up the stairs, Burden got to the top of the ropes and waited for Smoothy to get to his feet. One by one, he saw Smoothy stand and look right at him. Leaping off, Burden landed right on the chest and shoulders of Smoothy, locking his arms around the head of Smoothy and twisting him around, nailing a out of this world tornado DDT.]

Streamline: Yikes!

DeLucia: This has returned to a fight and Tobias Burden is showing us why he is going up for this chance!

[Tobias went for the cover, grabbing the leg of Smoothy and hoping for the three count.]




ONE....!



TWO....!



TH...NOOOO!

Crowd: Twoooooo!

[But that would be a no. Smoothy kicked out at the sudden three hand that almost went down and pressed Burden off of him. Tobias couldn’t believe it and got to his feet quickly. He watched Smoothy slowly return up to his feet, watching and waiting before he ran for the ropes, leaping and spring boarding off them right on to the back of Smoothy, nailing a hard springboard bulldog.]

DeLucia: This isn't looking good for Smoothy all the sudden. The TV champion nailing another high impact move here!

[Burden gets straight up, feeling the effect of really hitting something and keeping the big man down. As he does he walks over to the corner, turning around to see the face of Smoothy dizzy and out of it for a little bit, getting back to his feet. Tobias waited for a second, measuring up and watching Smoothy, Tobias ran in, grabbing Smoothy right into single arm, sideway slam.]

DeLucia: Can he lift him?

Streamline: Noooooo…

[As he goes to lift him, Smoothy sends a hard elbow shot to the head of Burden, sending him off and towards the ropes. As he turns around, Smoothy walks over, grabbing the left arm of Burden and whipping him off the ropes. As he returns, Smoothy sends a hard kick to the gut of Burden. Grabbing him into a fireman’s carry, he pushes him up into the air and nails a perfect flapjack on the face of Burden. ]

Crowd: OOoooo!

Streamline: Yes. Now that is the Smoothy that I know.

[Smoothy gets right up off the mat, still holding his head from the bull dog and DDT he received earlier. Grabbing the head of Burden again, Smoothy grabs him into a northern lights suplex. Lifting him up and over, Burden reverses it and somehow lands on his feet. Twisting the body of Smoothy around, Burden sends a hard kick to the gut of Smoothy, then wrapping his head up and nailing another hard DDT.]

[HUGE WOW THAT WAS AWESOME POP!]

DeLucia: Another hard DDT to the cranium of Smoothy!

Streamline: I don’t think Smoothy is going to be the same with that head after this!

DeLucia: Like he was ever right in the first place?!

[Tobias went to crawl over to the body of Smoothy, going for the cover the best he could as the ref went down for the pin.]




ONE....!



TWO....!



THREE...NOOOO!

[OH COME ON THAT WAS THREE POP!]

DeLucia: So close and these fans knew it.

Streamline: That wasn’t three you people. Learn to count.

[Tobias couldn’t believe it as he rolled away, both him and Smoothy getting to there feet. But Tobias was the first to get to his feet and he already is in place for the kill. Standing in the far corner, he saw Smoothy turn around, running right at him and lifting his right foot in the air for the super kick. Smoothy however ducked out of the way, letting the foot fly away from his head. Tobias then turn around, right into a right hand that went around his throat.]

DeLucia: Could this be the end?

Streamline: OH you so know it.

[Smoothy then lifted Tobias up high and at the highest point, he dropped Tobias right down on his back with the choke slam, nailing it as he went for the cover.]





ONE.....!




TWO.....!




THREE.....NOOOO!

[SURPRISE POP!]

DeLucia: Foot on the ropes!

[As soon as the crafty ITV champion knew he had avoided the three count, he rolled under the ropes his foot was on and to the floor, trying to get a breather and slow down the bigger man. Smoothy eyed the referee a moment and then pushed out to the floor, landing on his feet, before stalking Burden, who was on his knees, holding the skirting with one hand and his lower back with the other.]

DeLucia: Burden in trouble here, Danny.

[Smoothy was right behind Tobias, arms raised, fingers clasped, ready to strike with a double ax handle shot but Burden was able to fire back with a mule kick to the gut. With Smoothy reacting, it gave the TV champ enough time to wander around another corner and slide back into the ring. Smoothy had ample time to recover and still make his way into the ring to beat the count the referee had been laying on both men but when he started to crawl through between the second and bottom ropes, he was caught, face first with a roaring elbow from Burden!]

*SNAP*

Crowd: OOOOOOO!

DeLucia: Oh my! That will stop a train!

[Smoothy plopped through the ropes and was suddenly rolled over by Burden and into a cover!]




ONE.....!




TWO.....!




[Burden, seeing the referee's eyes focused on the shoulders, slid his feet up to the bottom ropes for leverage on the big man.]

DeLucia: Wait! He's got his feet on the ropes!




THREEEEEEEE!

*DING DING DING!*

Streamline: It's over!

DeLucia: Burden retains over Smoothy!

[Big Smoothy started to argue with the referee once all three got to their feet. The referee was ready to hand Tobias the title but with Smoothy in his face about the bad call, he could not get it to Tobias. Burden reached in, snatched it from the referee and then backpedaled to the ropes and leaned on them, holding the title in the air!]

[HEEL POP!]

DeLucia: Well, despite the tactics, Tobias Burden is indeed still the IGA ITV Cham....

*CRACK!*

Crowd: OOOOOOO!

DeLucia: Oh my Lord what was that!?

[A flash of movement was seen just before Tobias Burden was cranked over the head with a chair. The metallic crunch was heard through the arena and Burden crumpled to the mats. Standing over him, on the other side of the ropes and holding that chair, was Jon Quake!]

DeLucia: It's Quake! Jon Quake is back!

[Quake just stood there staring down at Burden who was holding his head. Quake then hopped down from the apron, threw down the chair and started up the ramp, looking only once up at the tron that showed Burden still on the mats, holding his head and the scene began to fade.]

DeLucia: Oh man, what an Under Pressure! We'll be right back!

[TommyDanger]

America's Next Top Idols

[The locker room door swung open to the Agent's locker room, Jayden Prince making his way inside. Johnny Pembroke and Scott Stylez stand up slowly while Conrad and Chance spring back up to their feet. Conrad looking over towards Jayden and grinning, Chance looking down at the cast on his wrist with a smug look on his face.]

Conrad: Jay, what's goin on? [slapping him on the shoulder.]

Jayden: [pulling his shoulder back from Conrad.] I don't know? You tell me. What's going on?

Conrad: Not much, just hanging out in here with the guys...

Jayden: Yeah, I noticed.

Conrad: Problem?

Jayden: Yeah...[pointing at Chance.] With this guy....and this guy [pointing at Conrad.]

Conrad: Huh? What'd I do?

Jayden: I don't know...maybe giving him a free shot with that cast on my skull...

Conrad: I was trying to break up the fight, yo. Chance just was a bit too aggressive, it's no big deal...let it go.

Jayden: No big deal, huh? [looks to Chance.]

Chance: Right....right. No big deal. Our tempers got the best of us, that's all...nothing more. I don't have a problem with you, we're on the same side after all right? [the smirk on his lips made you wanna puke with his condensending tone.]

Jayden: [Pauses.] Sure...

Conrad: See, everything will work out. Plus we have a rematch coming up.

Jayden: Huh?

Conrad: Yeah, Jean put into the contract a Rematch Rematch clause...so whenever we want, we have another rematch against the Moron and the Model.

Jayden: Really?

Conrad: Yeah! See Jean was looking out for us.

Jayden: More like looking out for you, but whatever...[points to Chance.] And I still don't like you...

[Jayden turns his back on the room making his way out to the hallway and letting the door swing shut behind him. Conrad shrugs and bit looking back to the others, Chance still smirking the entire time.]

Chance: And I still don't like you! [bursts out into laughter.] He's almost as lame as a Johnny Pain promo, no offense Johnny.

[Pembroke shot Fortuna a no nonsense glare, Chance grinning to him before the scene cut to the ring.

PHOENIX TITLE MATCH!
CAGE MATCH!

Derek Weaver vs Aaron Rupp

["Heretics Anthem" by Slipknot begins to play over the speakers. The fans rise to their feet to see the man known as "The Heretic" walk out from the back, ignoring the curtains. Walking to the ring briskly he hits himself in the face a few times before stopping in his tracks a few steps from the ring. He begins jogging back and forth from his left foot to his right and back, throwing quick punches in succession before finally slapping himself in the face with both hands and walking to the ring steps. Wearing a pair of black short-tights and a set of black and red wrestling shoes, he looks ready for pure business. He ducks under the top rope and slides in quickly. His brown hair is wet and sticks to his head and shoulders. He begins doing single-man drills of various takedowns and reversals. Finally, he runs the ropes a few times before pulling up short and jogging to the turnbuckle, kneeling down and awaiting his opponent]

[Weaver raises his arms up and the cage lowers down around him.]

DeLucia: Doesn't he seem oddly at home in that cage?

Streamline: Yes and anyone entering his domain is either a fool or totally insane.

[Once the cage has been fully secured, Weaver begins to pace around like a lion.]

[The lights dim as the lionheart symbol appears on the IGAtron. "Immortal" by Adema hits and the fans erupt in a chorus of cheers]

#Let's fight!#

[As those words echo through the PA system, a wall of fire explodes on stage and remains there. White strobe lights begin to pan the crowd]

#We're face to face

Loyalty is what I need to see from you

You're insecure

I can see the fear that breeds in your heart#

[The wall of flames dies down. One of the spotlights leaves the crowd and shines on a figure kneeling on down on the stage as smoke surrounds him. The figure has a hood over his head to hide his face. The figure slowly rises and takes a few steps forward]

#Where will you run?

Where will you hide?

I see the blood drip from your eyes

Who will survive? Let's get it on

And we'll fight!#

[The figure removes the hood and does a wingspan pose in one rapid, fluid motion, which causes the flame wall to reappear behind him with an explosion. The figure is finally recognized as "Lionheart" Aaron Rupp]

#I know who you are

The leader of lost souls

You can't kill me

I'm immortal!#

[The wall of fire dies again as Rupp puts his arms back down and looks out at the sea of fans]

#I'm not afraid to die

My soul will travel on

You can't kill me

immortal!#

[Rupp pounds his chest with his fist, causing pyro to explode behind him]

#Immortal!#

[Rupp pounds his chest again, causing more pyro to explode]

#Immortal!#

[Rupp heads down to the ring as the fans cheer for him. Rupp's emerald eyes remain fixed upon the ring with an intense stare]

Corlone: From Huron, Ohio; Weighing in at 230 pounds... "LIONHEART" AARON RUPP!!!

#I need the rush

There's nowhere you could hide before you die

Why won't you face me?

I can see the fear that's in your eyes#

[Rupp reaches ringside and lowers his head]

#Where will you run?

Where will you hide?

I see the blood drip from your eyes

Who will survive? Let's get it on

And we'll fight!#

[With that, Rupp leaps up onto the apron, causing pyro to explode from the turnbuckle posts]

#I know who you are

The leader of lost souls

You can't kill me

I'm immortal!

I'm not afraid to die

My soul will travel on

You can't kill me

I'm immortal!#

[Rupp slowly enters the cage. He goes over to another side of the ring and climbs onto the ropes, raising his right fist high into the air as the fans erupt with cheers. Rupp hops off the ropes. Weaver continues to watch.]

#Where will you run?

Where will you hide?

Where will you run?

Where will you hide?

Let's fight!#

[Rupp hops up onto the second turnbuckle in a corner and does another wingspan pose, causing the fans to start chanting "RUPPY!! RUPPY!! RUPPY!! RUPPY!! RUPPY!!"]

#I know who you are

The leader of lost souls

You can't kill me

I'm immortal!#

[Rupp hops down and removes his hoodie, tossing it to the outside]

#I'm not afraid to die

My soul will travel on

You can't kill me

I'm immortal!#

[The music dies away as Rupp warms up in a corner, waiting for the bell.]



DING, DING, DING!

[The cage door shuts behind them. Weaver and Rupp quickly lock up. The Heretic quickly over powers Ruppy. Derek shoves Aaron into the corner and just laughs at him. He motions for him to "Come Get Some." trying to anger lil Ruppy.]

DeLucia: This Weaver, folks, he's just a monster. I struggle to find at least one redeeming quality in every competitor in the ring… Derek's only admirable quality is the INTENSITY in which he fights… and that's not much of a compliment, since most of it is directed towards maiming and mutilation.

Streamline: He's a FREAK! I can't even get behind him! He's an absolute madman and Rupp must be missing a few screws to have CHALLENGED Weaver to a CAGE match of all things.

[Rupp and Weaver lock up again. Weaver nails a hard knee to the youngster's mid section. Derek grabs a hunk of hair and starts the momentum rolling. He launches his challenger into the steel. But wait, Rupp puts the boots on. With a hard forearm shot to the stomach, Rupp manages to get Derek to release control of his hair. Rupp grabs Weaver's head and throws him into the cage!]

CLANG!

Crowd: Oooooo

DeLucia: AND WEAVER IS THE FIRST TO THE MAT! WOW!

Streamline: Rupp coming RIGHT at it and telling the champion that he isn't going to be rolled over this time.

[Weaver falls back, holding onto his head. The camera on the outside of the ring gets a close up on Weaver, he's been busted open. Not even two whole minutes into the match.]

DeLucia: Ooooh lord, The Heretic busted open and this thing is ALREADY bloody.

Streamline: Censors, get ready to blur out the death of Aaron Rupp.

[Rupp rushes in with a standing shooting star press. But The Heretic saw it coming. Rupp braces for impact. Weaver gets right back up and attempts to drop an elbow on the back of the challenger's neck. But Rupp rolls out of the way and attempts a standing senton. That connects onto the champion. Weaver lets out a gasp of breath. As Rupp makes for a cover. Bull Anderson rushes into position.]

DeLucia: AND RUPPY WITH THE FIRST COVER OF THE NIGHT!


ONE!












Streamline: And the CHAMPION will not be held down after a standing Senton.

[The champion powers out of the attempted pin fall. The challenger gets right up and continues his assault. He flies at the champion with a diving elbow drop which connects on the lower backside. Weaver lets out a gasp of air. Or is that laughter?]

DeLucia: Weaver is completely off his normal gameplan of brutal tactics and methodic mayhem.

Streamline: But then again, how many months has it been since Alred wasn't in his corner? The killing streak he was on was started when Alred initially became the mystery manager.

[Aaron pulls Weaver up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Derek rebounds, not before smacking up against the cage and stumbling forward into an enziguri from Ruppy. Weaver falls down, his blood staining the canvas. Rupp pulls the Heretic up; only to be taken totally off gaurd as Weaver SPEARS his challenger down.]

DeLucia: AND THE BIG SPEAR FROM DEREK WEAVER POUNDS RUPPY TO THE MAT!

Streamline: Good lord, and so it begins.

[He barrages his challenger with a series of brutal lefts and rights to the head. Rupp does his best to protect himself from IGA's striking machine. The ref steps in and pulls off Weaver. Trying to warn him. But since this is a cage match, what good does that do? Weaver gets up and runs his hands through his hair. He stops and takes a notice of the blood. He slides tongue over his fingers, sucking in the blood as if it were something of a delicacy for him.]

DeLucia: That is just nasty.

Streamline: He's the most feared, and probably the most distrubed.

[The Heretic stalks his prey. Like a lion on the savanah. As Rupp turns over, Weaver is quick to strike. He grabs both of Aaron's arms and places his foot sqaure in the middle of the challenger's back. Derek pulls up with all his might. Aaron lets out a howl of pain. Bull asks Ruppy if he wants to give up. Ruppy screams out no. The camera focuses in on Weaver's face. The blood pouring down his face as there is a sinister smile. You can almost hear the dry laughter coming from that man.]

DeLucia: He's an ANIMAL, and seems to be even MORE unhinged without the guiding hand of Anthony Alred.

Streamline: How scary is that? That he's MORE angry and MORE distrubed WITHOUT Alred at the helm?

DeLucia: It's a valid point, Steve. Did Alred actually HURT the IGA by letting go of those reigns?

[After about 40 plus seconds, Derek moves his foot from Aaron's back and places it right on the back of Aaron's head. With a sudden, violent motion, slams his challenger's head straight into the canvas with a brutal curb stomping.]

DeLucia: OH! What a sickening move.

Streamline: Ruppy's gonna feel that one in the morning.

[Rupp's head crashes down onto the canvas. He grabs hold of his jaw. The Heretic, wasting little time, makes for a cover.]

DeLucia: And WEAVER with his first pinfall of the night following that hellacious Curb Stomp!



ONE!









TWO!










[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: AND A KICKOUT BY RUPPY!

[Rupp gets the shoulder up. The champion, doesn't look frustrated or annoyed. You'd think after such a brutal move this would be done and over with. The champion slowly, almost methodically gets to his feet. Wondering, "What am I going to do next to this poor soul?" Derek gets the nearly limp Ruppster up. Hell, if you just got curbbed, wouldn't you be just a little limp? Figuratively speaking, of course.]

DeLucia: Ruppy in a BAD way now, this is just getting worse and worse for the challenger.

Streamline: He may have the heart of a lion, but what good is it going to do when Weaver eats it from his chest?

[Derek locks in his arm around his opponent's shoulder. He starts to build some momentum and starts to run, aiming his challenger's skull right towards the cage. But Rupp gets a second wind and hip tosses the champion right into the cage.]

[CLANG!]

DeLucia: DESPERATION HIPTOSS AND JUST LIKE THAT, THE MATCH SWINGS AGAIN!

Streamline: RUPPY, IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE, KEEP ON HIM!

[Derek falls down hard onto the mat. Almost landing on his head/neck. Ruppy takes a moment to check to see if his jaw is in working order. Which it is. He licks his lips as he pulls up Weaver. Weaver tries to do the ground and pound again, but Ruppy was waiting. Rupp locks Derek at the mid section and tosses the champion almost half-way across the ring with an over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex.]

DeLucia: TEXTBOOK BELLY TO BELLY AND WEAVER CRASHES HARD!

[The Heretic holds his lower back as his face starts staining the canvas again. Rupp pulls the man who crippled Chazz, Lazz and half the Sterlings up. With lightening quickness, Ruppy connects with a snap suplex. Ruppy holds on and drags the champion back up. He connects with a second snap suplex, this time with a bit of a rotation. Ruppy continues his hold over the Phoenix champion. Aaron pulls Weaver up one more time. He lifts the champion up and holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. And holds. Letting all the blood rush up and out of champion's head. The Rupp falls back and the champion goes crashing down.]

Streamline: Ooooh wow, just a BRILLIANT manuever by Rupp, making Derek DIZZY so he's so disoriented, he just aims at the soft spots until people stop moving.

Delucia: Rupp has proven time and again that he's not a man to be overlooked, and maybe Derek WAS caught looking past him to Alred and Danger.

[Upon impact, Weaver bounces and flops down face first. Rupp, seizing the moment, attempts to make his escape from the cage by climbing out. He has a bit of trouble getting a foot hold on the chain link. He makes it roughly half way up the cage before the champion gets up in a burst of adrenaline. Weaver races up the cage and locks his arms around the challenger's waist. Several jerks and a headbutt to the back and they....]

DeLucia: OOOOH MY GOD!

[Crowd reactions speak for themselves.]

Streamline: NOOOOOO!

[Everything feels like slow motion as Weaver connects with a mecha german suplex from midway up the cage.]

[BOOOOOOOOOOM!]

DeLucia: ELEVATED GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE MIDPOINT OF THE CAGE!

Streamline: SOMEONE GET THE BODY BAG, AARON RUPP IS DONE FOR!

[Both men fold. Weaver is laying on his back, positioned in some kind of bastardized karma sutra position. Ruppy is motionless.]

DeLucia: Rupp may actually be hurt… EMTs are standing by, as they are for every Derek Weaver match.

[The reigning Phoenix champion slowly begins to crawl towards the cage door. The referee on the outside unlatches the cage door and opens it. You can feel it with every crawl. Weaver is going to retain. And in the most anti climatic of fashions. As he crawls, the camera focuses in on his face. He licks some of the blood that is dripping down by his mouth.]

DeLucia: Oooh good God. Someone convince Derek to get out of the ring, keep his title, and let the bloodbath end.

Streamline: This isn't a bloodbath, this is almost a sacrifice. Derek's the only one bleeding but Ruppy is the one on the receiving end.

[As Weaver makes it to the door, he grabs hold of the ropes. He pulls himself to a vertical base. The champion, about to retain, puts one foot out the door. But he stops. He looks at Rupp. Trying to crawl to the ropes. The Heretic cocks his head. He runs his hand through his blood soaked hair. And smiles. He gets back in the ring and slams the cage door shut behind him!]

DeLucia: WEAVER THREW AWAY THE EASY WIN!

Streamline: Does that surprise you? He isn't going to be happy until he's wearing a Rupp suit...

[Weaver slowly made his way over to Rupp. Mentally preparing himself for what he might do to his challenger next. The Heretic pulls Aaron via his chin and gets the challenger to his knees. Weaver pulls the man up. He measures him and then takes off into the ropes. Weaver rebounds with an attempted Yakuza kick. But Rupp, whether it was just instinct, something supernatural, or he just plain saw it coming, catches Weaver. He tosses the champion over with a blink and you'll miss it capture suplex.]

[COUNTER POP!]

DeLucia: SHOCKING CAPTURE SUPLEX STUNS THE CHAMPION!

Streamline: But Rupp simply could NOT maintain the momentum and is down again…

[Both men laying there, crumpled and in one case, bloody]

"RUPPY! RUPPY! RUPPY! RUPPY!"

DeLucia: The fans really getting behind Rupp here, hoping he'll get up and will himself into holding the Phoenix title again.

[Rupp, seemingly energized by the support of his fans begins to make it to his feet. First to a kneeling position and then to a full standing position. Supporting himself by the ropes, Rupp begins to walk towards the cage door. The ref opens it and waits for Rupp to climb through]

DeLucia: WE'VE GOT A NEW PHOENIX CHAMPION!

Streamline: AARON RUPP DEFEATED THE HERETIC! OOH MY!

[OOOOOOOOOOOH!]

[It was not to be. Derek was able to get to his feet and toss Rupp head first through the turnbuckles and into the ringpost, stopping him dead. Rupp hangs in between the top and middle turnbuckles, HIS head now busted open and dripping blood. Derek falls back into the ring, blood running into his eyes]

DeLucia: WHAT A DISGUSTING SAVING THROW!

Streamline: Disgusting, but effective… Rupp isn't going for that door any time soon, now.

[Derek begins crawling towards the challenger, slowly making it back to his feet while squinting through the crimson mask. Weaver pulls Rupp to his feet and hooks him in a front chancery. Looking out to the fans, Derek grits through the blood and hoists Rupp high over his head, before turning towards the turnbuckle and ---]



"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

"HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"

DeLucia: OOOOH MY---

Streamline: GOD! THE BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! RUPP IS FOLDED IN HALF AND WEDGE BETWEEN THE CAGE AND THE ROPES…

DeLucia: HE'S INCHES FROM THE DOOR YET GOD KNOWS IF HE'S EVEN SLIGHTLY CONSCIOUS AFTER THAT!

[MONSTER FACE POP]

DeLucia: TOMMY DANGER! TOMMY DANGER RUNNING DOWN TO THE RING!

[Derek has his hands raised in bloody triumph and is spitting insults out to the fans. He turns towards the door and Tommy Danger swings it at him as hard as possible]

*CLAAAAAAAAAANG*

["OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"]

*CLAAAAAAAAANG*

DeLucia: AND WEAVER SAW IT COMING! GOOD GOD, HOW DID HE DO THAT?!

Streamline: HE'S INHUMAN!

[Weaver ducked his head back out of the doorway in the last possible second, letting it crash and then kicking it with all his force, sending the door directly back into Danger's face, possibly breaking the Nightmare's nose as it immediately explodes with blood. Derek smiles as he steps out of the ring and the bell begins to sound]

*DING! DING! DING! DING!*

Corlone: YOUR WINNER……………….AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL PHOENIX CHAMPION…………..THE HERETIC………………DEREK……..WEAAAAAAAAAVER!

[Weaver isn't done yet. He pulls up the bloody and disoriented Tommy Danger and slides him into the ring. Sliding in behind him, Weaver shuts the cage door again. By this point Tommy Danger is getting to his feet. Throwing a vicious haymaker, Tommy attempts to get some offense in against his enemy… but he's cut short]

DeLucia: THROAT CHOP BY THE HERETIC AGAINST THE IGA ICON!

Streamline: HE COULD'VE CRUSHED HIS TRACHEA!

[Tommy grasps his throat and drops to his knees, attempting to catch a breath as the Heretic measures him and plants a stiff boot to the temple]

*THWAAAAAACK!*

DeLucia: VICIOUS PUNT TO THE TEMPLE AND DANGER IS DOWN!

Streamline: He couldn't breath before, now he just doesn't know math!

[Derek walks over to a turnbuckle and physically rips the padded covering from it. Wiping blood from his face with the pad, Derek walks back to Danger and shoves the pad into his mouth before whipping him into the exposed buckles!]

DeLucia: THE BLOODBATH CONTINUES!

[Danger hits chest first and backs up, holding his chest and spitting out the turnbuckle pad. Derek kicks him in the back again, sending him towards the turnbuckle again before grabbing his hair and ramming his face into the metal ring! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! AND AGAIN!]

Streamline: DEREK IS GOING TO DESTROY TOMMY DANGER'S FACE!

DeLucia: We KNEW that Grapplefest only INCREASED the animosity between the two men!

[Derek finally pulls back Danger's blood face and screams into it before kneeling the man down and placing his face against the turnbuckle and backing to the opposite end of the ring. Ruppy attempts to grab his ankle but Weaver kicks back into the Lionhearts face before tearing off into a run and hitting a high cross body into Danger's head… ramming into the exposed buckles and almost crushing his head]

DeLucia: THE HERETIC IS A SICK, SICK MAN!

Streamline: Good lord… he almost… he almost REMOVED Danger's face with that one. That hardcore face wash… that was hard to watch, Paul.

DeLucia: You're telling me… this war between the Heretic and the Nightmare has just been brought up yet another notch.

Streamline: How many notches before one of these men kill the other?

[The Heretic stands tall in the ring, bloody hands raised high over his head as the fans boo him with everything they have.]

Gabrial Van Zahn

DeLucia: As you know, at the end of Grapplefest, Mark Pure managed to defeat a challenger that took him to the breaking point. In one Gabriel Van Zahn.

Streamline: Live via satellite from his home in West Paterson, New Jersey is the former number one contender.

[Up on the jumbo tron pops the face of Gabriel Van Zahn, sitting along side his lovely, and very pregnant wife, Joy Van Zahn. Live from his nicely decorated home in West Paterson, New Jersey.]

DeLucia: Gabriel, you gave a near super human effort in trying to over throw Mark Pure and his legacy. But in the end you came up short. What is your reaction and thoughts on what people were saying that you were a total shoe in for the IGA throne?

[Gabriel doesn't answer. He remains there. Stoic. Silent. People, take note, IGA's biggest mouth is speechless. Gabe just sits there, totally silent.]

Joy: gabe... remember what you were going to tell everyone?

[Gabe still says nothing. He just looks at the camera with a look of outright disgust. He rubs his shoulder over his "GVZ > you" t-shirt. He gets up and walks off camera.]

Joy: Gabe, where you going?

[Gabe doesn't respond. Joy just shurgs as the feed cuts out.]

DeLucia: IGA's Resident Loud Mouth. Speechless.

Streamline: You can almost taste the irony there.

MAIN EVENT!
Essex, AsH & Bryant McCoy
vs
Scott Stylez, Johnny Pembroke & Chance Fortuna

DeLucia: It's time for our main event, Essex, Bryant McCoy and AsH look to take on Chance Fortuna, Scott Stylez and Johnny Pembroke.

Streamline: This one should be good, folks!

*Ding Ding*

[AsH and Chance would start this match out as they two slowly circled one another and then locked horns with a collar elbow tie up. AsH would quickly gain the advantage as he applied a headlock onto Chance who quickly scrambled back and hit the ropes and grabbed them forcing AsH to release the hold. Chance instructed the ref to make AsH back off before he would release the ropes and once AsH did Chance let go of the ropes and rolled his shoulders as he and AsH again locked up. AsH again was quicker as he slapped on a side headlock and then flipped Chance down to his back and kept the headlock applied.]

DeLucia: Very scientific start to the match by the Cruiserweight Icon.

Streamline: Oh please. AsH is nothing more than Gabriel Van Zahn-lite.

DeLucia: With one fundemental difference: AsH has been IGA world champion.

Streamline: For a week.

DeLucia: Still longer than Van Zahn.

[Chance scrambled up to his knee's trying to press AsH's arms away from around his head and he finally got back to a stand and hooked AsH around the waist and went for a classic counter of a back suplex but AsH landed floated over and landed on his feet behind Chance who turned around and was nailed with a hard forearm shot. Chance reeled back from the shot and AsH slammed a boot into Chance's gut doubling him over and then shot off hitting the ropes and came rushing back in, hooking Chance's head he flipped him over and down with a Swinging Neck Breaker.]

DeLucia: Picture perfect execution.

Streamline: He's still Gabriel Van Zahn-lite.

DeLucia: You're pissed you lost a bunch of money in that AsH match from Grapplefest?

Streamline: Yeah.

[Chance held the back of his neck as AsH pushed his way back to his feet and then reached down hooking the head and pulling Chance back to a stand. AsH twists Chance's arm around with an arm-wringer and walks him over to his corner where he tags in McCoy. McCoy quickly steps through the ropes and drives an elbow down into Chance's arm. McCoy slams a hard forearm into Chance's face sending him stumbling a step back and McCoy drives a boot into his gut, steps into him and lifts him up and drops him with a Suplex.]

DeLucia: Excellent team work on the part of AsH. Tag in Bryant McCoy.

Streamline: Who's obviously going to be showing major signs of ring rust. I've yet to be impressed.

[McCoy gets back to a stand quickly and reaches down pulling Chance up to his feet and then turns whipping him into the ropes, but Chance halts the momentum and reverses it on McCoy and sends him across the ring into the ropes instead. On the return Chance raises a knee and catches McCoy in the gut with it sending him
toppling over and down to the canvas. Chance quickly turns and runs to his corner making a diving tag to Stylez.]

DeLucia: Chance making the most of a miscalculation on Bryant McCoy's part.

Streamline: Told you, ring rust. Nobody ever believes me.

[Stylez bounds in over the ropes and rushes over to McCoy and reaches down and yanks him up to a stand quickly. Stylez then delivers a swift boot into McCoy's gut doubling him over, he under hooks both arms behind McCoy's back and lifts him up and drops him down to the canvas with a butterfly suplex. Stylez quickly floats over into a pin!]

ONE..



















TWO...



















TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH - [SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: McCoy with the shoulder up, refusing to be taken down with a simple suplex.

Streamline: The ref wasn't close. He stopped. He purposely halted the three count by a half-second in order for the ring rusted Bryant McCoy to kick out.

[Stylez pushed right back up and grabbed a handful of McCoy's hair and pulled him to a stand which got Stylez yelled at by the ref but he only shrugged it off. Stylez pulls McCoy into a tight headlock and heads back towards his corner before tagging in Pembroke who hooks the top rope and catapults himself up and over and comes down with an elbow right into McCoy's back.]

DeLucia: And here comes Johnny Pembroke. The man who turned his back on his fans.

Streamline: Why? Because of the non stop jokes at his expense. He owes the fans nothing. He tried to be their saving grace and what did he get in return? Nothing but a bunch of gay jokes. Nothing but a bunch of slanderous insults directed at his person and family. As far as I'm concerned, Johnny Pembroke has done himself a great service by striking it out for himself.

[With McCoy bent over and hissing from the pain Johnny slapped on a side headlock and then flipped McCoy down onto the canvas with a snapmare variation. McCoy shook his head but Johnny laid a hard boot right into his spine causing McCoy to snap a bit forward. Pembroke rushed across the ring and hit the ropes and came running back and delivered a basement dropkick right to McCoy's face. Pembroke kipped up and headed to his corner and tagged in Chance who quickly came into the ring.]

DeLucia: Excellent team work from Pembroke, Chance and Stylez.

Streamline: This is perfect. They're isolating the weakest link and systematically breaking him down. Remember, Bryant McCoy hasn't been in a wrestling ring in nearly eight months. The ring rust he's showing tonight will be deterimental to his team.

[Chance reaches down and pulls McCoy up to a stand before he hauls off and nails a big European Uppercut rocking him back a few steps. Chance then rushed in and delivered a short clothesline sending McCoy down to his back. Chance drops down grabbing McCoy's arm and tries like mad to apply the Key Lock but McCoy
still had sense enough to slide his body to the left and hook his feet on the ropes before Chance could even get the arm into position. Chance pushes back to his feet before slamming a boot into McCoy's gut while he still had the leg on the rope. The ref jumped up and he and Chance began exchanging words. Stylez
quickly rushed over and grabbed the leg and pulled McCoy's leg through the rope further and he quickly dropped down from the apron and slammed McCoy's leg across the bottom rope. Stylez quickly got back to his corner as Essex and AsH tried getting into the ring and Chance got the ref to make them back up.]

DeLucia: BLATANT INTERFERENCE! And Stylez, Pembroke and Chance take complete advantage by bending the rules.

Streamline: Translation: Smart team work. Keep the referee preoccupied with the opponent's partners so they can continue to pick apart and further isolate McCoy.

[Chance quickly rushed over and grabbed McCoy and pulled him away from the ropes and towards his corner. He tagged in Pembroke who catapulted himself up and over the top rope into the ring again, only this time he came down with the sling-shot Senton across McCoy's leg. Pembroke rolled through the Senton and got back to his feet before he gave double fingers to both Essex and AsH before he turned around and grabbed McCoy pulling him up to a stand, Essex and AsH both held back from racing into the ring however. Johnny hooked McCoy's leg and pulled the shin back under his thigh as he lifted him up and dropped him down shin
first across his own knee and then flung McCoy back over-head with a release Salto Suplex!]

DeLucia: McCoy needs to make a tag to either Essex or AsH.

Streamline: Like I've said at the start. McCoy hasn't been in a ring in eight months. It CLEARLY shows itself tonight.

[Johnny turns and tags Stylez who slips into the ring and quickly rushes over to McCoy, drops down and goes for a quick pin!]

ONE..



















TWO...



















TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH - [KICK OUT!]

DeLucia: McCoy kicks out again!

Streamline: COME ON! THAT WAS A THREE!

[Stylez shoots up holding up 3 fingers to the ref, but he only holds up 2. Stylez shakes his head as he reaches down and pulls McCoy back up to a stand. Stylez hooks McCoy's arm and shoots him off looking for the whip into the ropes but McCoy reverses the momentum and sends Stylez into the ropes instead. McCoy on wobbly legs waits for Stylez to come back and when he does McCoy takes a lunging step forward and spears the living shit out of Stylez! McCoy rolls over and begins crawling towards his corner. The crowd is up on it's feet as they beg for McCoy to make the tag. Chance leaps into the ring and begins running across to cut McCoy off but a quick jump forward and McCoy tags in Essex!]

[INSANE POP]

[Chance stopped dead in his tracks as Essex quickly made his way into the ring and rushed Chance and dropped him with a hard clothesline. Stylez had rolled to his side and Essex ignored Chance who was rolling out of the ring and grabbed Stylez and pulled him up to a stand. Essex took a step back and leapt up straight into the air and nailed a dropkick right into Stylez's jaw dropping him down to his back. Essex drops and hooks the leg of Stylez and goes for the pin.]

ONE..



















TWO...



















TTTTTT - [ESSEX PULLS STYLEZ UP BREAKING THE PIN PURPOSELY.]

DeLucia: Essex breaking the pin on purpose, he's not done with Stylez!

Streamline: This is going to cost Essex, ya know?

[HUGE FRIGGIN' POP]

[Essex pulls Stylez up to his feet and hooks his arm before turning and sends him across the ring and into the ropes, as Stylez comes running back E ducks down and brings Stylez up and over for a back body drop. E turns around and bends down to pull Stylez back up to his feet but Stylez shoves his finger right into E's
eyes! Stylez rolls back and scrambles to his corner and tags in Chance, who quickly makes his way into the ring. With E blinded for the moment Chance rushes in and takes down Essex with a single-leg takedown. He mounts E's chest and begins slamming down forearm after forearm across his face.]

DeLucia: Essex is in trouble now...

Streamline: Told you. Essex got cocky, instead of taking the cheap victory he chose to try and prolong
the "hot tag." Well, I guess it backfired, didn't it?

[E is still under the barrage of the ground and pound attacks of Chance until AsH comes out of nowhere and delivers a soccer kick right into Chance's chest knocking him back, the ref intervenes by stepping in between AsH and forcing him back into his corner. AsH backed off holding his hands up acting as if he was innocent and E wiping his eyes clears he sneers as he makes his way back to his feet. E heads over and leans down pulling Chance to his feet and delivers a stiff forearm shiver! He follows it up with a second one, then a third one which drives Chance back into the corner.]

DeLucia: Essex with some retribution of his own!

Streamline: *Rolling eyes* Courtesy of AsH.

[E heads to his corner and tags in McCoy who quickly gets into the ring and E grabs his arms and turns whipping McCoy straight into the corner and he delivers a huge corner clothesline! McCoy backs up while Chance stumbles out of the corner and McCoy reaches down hooking Chance up on his shoulders and drops back planting Chance with a Samoan Drop. McCoy turns around and hooks Chance's leg going for the pin.]

ONE..



















TWO...



















TTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - [FOOT ON ROPES!]

DeLucia: Chance with his foot on the rope, breaking the pin!

Streamline: Excellent ring positioning by Chance. The man knows where he is in that ring at all times.

[McCoy pushed back up to his knee's and he grabs Chance and brings him up to a stand with him. McCoy slams a hard shot right to the side of Chance's face rocking him back to the center of the ring, then he slams home another shot knocking him back even further. McCoy hooks the arm and turns whipping him across the ring and into the ropes. When Chance hit the ropes Stylez makes a blind-tag and when Chance runs back, McCoy catches him and lifts him up and over with a spinning Powerslam!]

DeLucia: HOW'S THAT FOR RING RUST?!

Streamline: He got lucky.

[Unbeknownst to McCoy he goes to pin Chance but the ref doesn't make a count having seen the blind-tag. Stylez comes rushing in as McCoy looks up confused and gets a boot right to the back of his head for his troubles. Stylez quickly pulls McCoy up to his feet and hooks him around the back of his neck, putting both arms into place before he lifts McCoy up into the air and drives him home with the Ragnarok!]

DeLucia: GOOD GOD WHAT IMPACT!

Streamline: THAT'S IT BABY. RAGNAROK MEANS ANOTHER "GOD" FALLS.

ONE..



















TWO...



















TTTTTT - [BROKEN UP BY ESSEX AND ASH!]

DeLucia: Essex and AsH both move in to break-up the pin and , here comes Chance and Johnny!

[All six men are in the ring now as chaos ensues, Essex runs forward and takes Chance over the top rope and both men hit the ground. AsH rushes and baseball slides Chance from behind knocking him forward into the guard-rail, then follows him over and begins laying the punches to him and Essex joins in on the melee on the outside. Stylez is down still and McCoy is standing behind him waiting for his moment to pounce but Pembroke rushes up behind McCoy, hooks him by the waist and takes him up and over with a German suplex. Pembroke shot back to his feet and with Stylez up on all fours Johnny rushes back and hits the ropes, shoots back across the ring using Stylez as a stepping post and he takes flight as he goes up and over the top rope and nails a somersault Plancha onto Chance, Essex and AsH on the outside.]

[HUGE AERIAL POP]

DeLucia: There he goes!

Streamline: Down he goes!

DeLucia: Pembroke took down one of his own!

Streamline: And taking down the only thing that's going to carry McCoy out of this match!

[McCoy struggles to get back up and shakes his head as Stylez was driven down to the mat by Pembroke's springboarding off his back. None of the four outside are moving as they all lay in a heap. Stylez begins pushing his way back to his feet and McCoy slides up to a knee and moves in hooking his arm through Stylez's leg he pulls him down and applies a school-boy pin!]

ONE..




















TWO...




















TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....



*Ding Ding Ding*

Corlone: Ladies and Gentlemen your winners of the match, Essex, AsH, and Bryant McCoy!

Streamline: You gotta shittin' me.

DeLucia: McCoy rolls up Scott Stylez for the win!

[The crowd roars as McCoy gets back to his feet quickly with his arms in the air! The roar however quickly changed to boos, from the crowd Terminus dove head first into the ring and spun McCoy around catching him with a spinning back kick to the stomach! Bryant doubled over before Terminus trapped his arm and rolled through with the triangle lancer in the middle of the ring! McCoy shouted out in pain trying to pull his arm free, Terminus pulling up on it!]

DeLucia: What the hell is Terminus doing!

Streamline: It looks like he's welcoming McCoy back to the IGA the right way!

[Terminus pulled on McCoy's arm, Bryant trying to jerk free before catching a series of stomps to the chest of McCoy! Essex and AsH pulled themselves back up slowly before realizing what was happening, Essex dove head first into the ring and lunged towards Stylez while AsH made a move towards Terminus! Terminus and Scott quickly dove out of the ring to the floor, McCoy clutching his arm and trapping it in front of him. Terminus, Stylez, Pembroke and Fortuna heading back up the aisle gloating. Terminus sliding his thumb across his chest and pointing towards the ring, Essex kneeling over Bryant while AsH stood towards the ropes calling them back.]

DeLuica: I guess we know who's side Terminus was on all along!

Streamline: They may have lost the match, but the Splinter Cell is definitely winning the war!

DeLuica: Time will only tell that! We're outta time folks, we'll see you next week on Combat Zone!

[The camera cut to the back while the Splinter Cell and AsH continued to jaw jack with each other until the scene finally faded out.]