[As the show opens our IXWA camera crews are out and about on the sandy beaches here in Long Beach, certainly spring break has finally arrived as we see thousands of people especially for those young men out there plenty of 20 something woman wearing nothing but string bikinis with practically everything hanging out... Something that would certainly make you drool over them... But our crew must come back to reality after having a couple of hours to shoot some scenes from the beach...]
CROWD: IXWA!!! IXWA!!!
[Our cameras quickly see two huge men walking into the building... One of the large men is wearing a tan t-shirt with brown khaki pants and brown boots that appeared to be covered in mud or at least we hope it is mud... The man has an intense look in his green eyes and a bag slug over his broad left shoulder...]
CROWD: YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!
[We see that it Doomsday...]
TM: The big man is in the house...
[Right next to him is a large man, only a couple of inches shorter than him... This gentleman is wearing a black t-shirt with black jeans and black boots... The young man has an intense look in his red eyes as it appears just by looking at him in the face he isn't in a good mood...]
CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
JT: Lucifer is here as well...
TM: I don't feel safe with this man around here...
JT: And you do with those three lunatics running around here?
TM: Lucifer doesn't appear to be in a good mood...
JT: This guy usually isn't...
TM: A couple of weeks ago the three masked men slammed his left hand into a locker and damaged it...
JT: And it cost him the Television championship later on that night...
[The cameras catch Lucifer wearing a large black glove on his left hand...]
TM: We see that he is wearing a glove...
JT: That hand can't be 100%...
TM: I agree, he has had only one week to rest...
[Doomsday looks at Lucifer as he just nods his head...]
Doomsday: Let's hurry and get you back to the locker room... Big night...
[Doomsday points to the left hand...]
Doomsday: Feeling OK?
[Lucifer looks at him with that if looks could kill, well than Doomsday would be...]
Lucifer: It is fine... I will knock Jack's head off his shoulders tonight...
[Doomsday smiles...]
Doomsday: That is what I want to hear...
[As they continue to walk toward the locker room...]
Voice: GUYS!!!
Doomsday: Why can't we just get to a locker room without being interrupted?
Lucifer: You want to beat someone up?
Doomsday: I would rather not get you fired...
[We see Mandy racing toward the two large men...]
Mandy: Guys, I got to get a word with you...
[Lucifer gets ready to jump, but Doomsday pushes him away...]
Doomsday: Mandy, this isn't a good time... Lucifer is itching to beat somebody up and right now you are looking like the best option to him...
Mandy: But---
Doomsday: We have gone over this before... This man has an iron clad contract, and you will be the one to be shown the door...
[Doomsday looks at Lucifer as he shakes his head...]
Doomsday: Mandy, why don't you just stand there and look stupid and allow me to say a few words?
[Doomsday grabs the microphone from Mandy... Then he gives her the evil eye...]
Doomsday: On second thought... Get out of our sight...
[Mandy walks away...]
Doomsday: Tonight is an important night for Lucifer... He gets his hands on Jack Williams as he tries to qualify for the Survival of the Fittest tournament... Jack, this will be the third time around that my man has been in the ring with you... Do I need to remind you of what has happened already?
[Footage is shown as Lucifer has pinned Jack Williams already twice...]
Doomsday: Tonight, Jack we are going to make it three in a row... You haven't beaten this man yet and after tonight you will be picking up yet another loss... Consider yourself a lucky man that the title isn't on the line because if it was then you could certainly kiss that title good bye... You see Jack, Lucifer is in a foul mood... He is not here to play around tonight... He is here to destroy you... His mission is to win at any cost...
[Lucifer holds up his left hand...]
Doomsday: Trust me, Jack... The left hand will not be a problem... We know that will be your target, and you can try and focus on that... However, a quick little note...
[An evil grin comes across Lucifer's lips...]
Doomsday: The right is just as dangerous as the left... Jack this tournament is another step into proving to everybody that Lucifer is a major player... I know, Jack that you have made some adjustments in how you plan on trying to defeat my man... We have made some adjustments as well...
[Doomsday looks back at Lucifer...]
Doomsday: Jack, you and the rest of the field are going to feel plenty of pain because this is the man that will win it all...
[A slight pause...]
Doomsday: Masked men!!! If you are listening and I am sure you are... You cost this man his Television championship... Whatever beef you have with Frostbite - that is between you guys, but when you cost this man that title and taken extra money from his pay check well then you made a big enemy out of the both of us... Don't get me wrong we have been friends with Frostbite for years and certainly have his back... But you crossed the line when you tried to not only hurt me, but this man as well... You thought Frostbite was dangerous, well then my friends...
[The camera zooms in on the intense look in Lucifer's red eyes...]
Doomsday: Your parents should have warned you... When you play with fire, you will get burned...
[He looks back once again at Lucifer...]
Doomsday: Liam, you are one lucky son of a gun... You beat this man when he was hurt... Don't get us wrong when would have done the same thing if we were in your shoes and attack an injured body part... We all know it is part of this business... Rest assured this man does have a rematch coming to him and when he gets that chance... You can rest assured that Television title will be back around this man's waist...
[Lucifer just points to Doomsday...]
Doomsday: That is right big man... One more thing...
[A wicked grin is now across Doomsday's lips...]
Doomsday: Last week we heard from Caleb Foley about their isn't any tag team competition around here for him and his partner... The last time, I checked Lucifer is on this roster and well I am his manager... But, if memory does serve me... Myself and Lucifer were tag team champions in this company before... Yes, I am semi-retired...
[Lucifer looks at Doomsday and gives him that “are you really serious?” look...]
Doomsday: However, it will take me all about two seconds to lace up my boots and for the Disciples to get back in that ring and win those tag team titles from you... Hell, Neil bugs us about putting the team back together... Whenever you two feel frisky enough you let us know and Neil can book the match...
CROWD: OHHHHHHHH!!!
Doomsday: Jack, tonight consider it a three-peat... Lucifer is going to beat you one more time and then will move on and kick the next person’s ass and move on, until we win it all...
[Lucifer tugs on Doomsday t-shirt...]
Doomsday: I guess the big man is ready to roll...
[Doomsday slams the microphone on the ground...]
[Fade to black...]
[The eerie strums of a bass chord...]
IXWA PRESENTS:
[Guitars kick in...]
#Cue "I Predict A Riot" by Kaiser Chiefs#
[Justin Taylor and Tony Monroe arrive and sit at the IXWA Announcer's table... Taylor leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up as he slicks back his hair... Fast motion style, we see the venue fill to capacity with screaming fans!!!]
#Watching the people get lairy#
#It's not very pretty I tell thee#
[The Wang Dynasty lay in to an unidentified team with a pair of chair shots!!! Bang Wang leaps up to Chang Wang's raised hand to slap him five...]
#Walking through town is quite scary#
#And not very sensible either#
[Mike Gionet floats through the air to the ringside area and lands on Scotty Bloom... He spins up to his feet and leans back against the guardrail, the fans at ringside celebrating with the death-defying highflier!!!]
#A friend of a friend he got beaten#
#He looked the wrong way at a policeman#
[Max Caschera applies a VICIOUS crossface to Ned Norton, screaming bloody murders as he wrenches back nearly snapping the man's neck!!!]
#La-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
#Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
[Jack Williams, dripping in sweat, hoists Archibald Smythe up and hit the Redemption Driver and then gets to his feet and Lucifer rips him in half with a blindsided spear!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[The Wang Bros driving The Masked Terror's head into the mat with a devastating double DDT!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Caleb Foley seen with Scotty Bloom on the ring apron, Foley suplexes Bloom off the apron and out of view!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[We see Archibald Smythe leap off the ring apron with a flying DDT on Ned Norton!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Scotty Bloom sitting on the top rope... The Masked Terror then delivers a top-rope powerbomb, driving Bloom to the canvas!!!]
#And if there's anybody left in here,#
#That doesn't want to be out there... #
[Max Caschera fights to get The Masked Terror into position and then drills him into the canvas with End of a Legend...]
#La-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
#Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
[A bloodied and battered Caleb Foley pulls Lucifer up... And gets nailed with a knee to the mid-section!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Mike Hunt hit the "G" spot on Kody Van Damn!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Johnny Blayze holds JD Stormcloud up!!! Archibald Smythe punched Stormcloud -- laying him out in the ring!!! Smythe went to cover, but Leonard in from behind nailed Smythe with a boot to the back of the head...]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Chaos in the ring as Ric Beauty and Henry Auster are clawing through the sea of turquoise shirted IXWA security!!! The guards hold the two men apart, until Archibald Smythe springs out and nails Beauty with a steel chair shot to the head!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Double Entendres are shown jabbing their jaws on the microphone, Tiberius Nixon exchanging heated words!!! Security storms the entrance ramp and hauls Dick Ryder & Mike Hunt out of the building!!!]
#And if there's anybody left in here,#
#That doesn't want to be out there!!!#
[Through a window we see a man tied in a straight jacket, viciously throwing himself around the padded room... He rushes the window, smashing his head repeatedly against the Plexiglas, drawing blood from his own forehead... He rips through a silent scream: The man is clearly insane!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[The music dies down, and replaced with the live, capacity crowd screaming their heads off!!!]
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* FRIDAY NIGHT BEATDOWN *
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Ringside:
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TM: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to Friday Night Beatdown... The road to Survival of the Fittest supercard begins tonight...
JT: It does indeed – the tournament starts night and we’re going to be concentrating on the top half of the tournament tonight...
TM: Indeed... And as of right now, we don’t know who some of the participants are going to be in the bottom half...
JT: Yeah!!! Bonser needs to get his finger out of his ass and sort it out... Let’s take it to Joey Diamond in the ring...
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[“Clubbed to Death” by Escala starts over the PA as “Aristocratic” Archibald Smythe walks out from the locker room area and stops to apparently revel in the negative reaction from the crowd...]
SJD: Hailing from Royal Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, England and weighing in at 243 pounds... “Aristocratic” Archibald Smythe!!!
[After a second or two, he sneers at the crowd and walks down to the ring and walks up the ring steps and climbs through the ropes...]
SJD: His opponent...
[As Rise Against's "Satellite" begins with its power chords, the handsome young Mike Gionet sprints into view... He's got a blue and white color scheme going on - teal half tights, white boots, and his elbow and knee pads in a much darker navy blue to contrast with the tights... He also has one of the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Championships around his waist... Gionet's obvious enthusiasm as he makes a quick entrance gets the crowd excited as well, Mike taking time to slap a couple of hands before he has to head down the ramp and dive under the bottom rope into the ring...]
SJD: From Hawthorne, California and weighing in at 196 pounds... He is one half of the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Champions - Mike Gionet!!!
[He leaps to his feet, smiling, and runs to one of the corners, facing the entrance while he pumps his fists and mentally prepares...]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
"Aristocratic" Archibald Smythe Vs Mike Gionet
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a drop toe hold...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a drop toe hold...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a back suplex...
Mike Gionet goes for a spinning neckbreaker, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Archibald Smythe whips Mike Gionet into the ropes...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a swinging neckbreaker...
Mike Gionet attempts to place Archibald Smythe on the turnbuckle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Mike Gionet uses a brainbuster on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet throws Archibald Smythe out of the ring...
Perry Crabtree counts: one, two, three, Archibald Smythe re-enters the ring...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a backdrop...
Mike Gionet covers Archibald Smythe...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe uses a backbreaker on Mike Gionet...
Archibald Smythe uses a gutwrench suplex on Mike Gionet...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, shoulder up...
Archibald Smythe goes for an arm wringer, but Mike Gionet flips over...
Mike Gionet goes for a rolling reverse cradle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Archibald Smythe whips Mike Gionet into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe executes a flying clothesline on Mike Gionet...
The crowd is starting to get behind Archibald Smythe...
Archibald Smythe catches Mike Gionet in a side headlock...
Mike Gionet is struggling to reach the ropes...
Mike Gionet is valiantly trying to break the hold...
Mike Gionet grabs the ropes after holding out for 13 seconds...
Archibald Smythe goes for a knifehand chop, but Mike Gionet counters it with a single-leg takedown into a leglock...
Archibald Smythe is struggling to reach the ropes...
Archibald Smythe gets a hold of the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a back suplex...
Mike Gionet whips Archibald Smythe into the ropes, but Archibald Smythe reverses it...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a backdrop...
Archibald Smythe throws Mike Gionet out of the ring...
Mike Gionet hangs on to the top rope for dear life...
Mike Gionet pulls himself back in...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a clothesline...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a hiptoss...
Mike Gionet hits a flying forearm on Archibald Smythe...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet complains about a slow count...
Mike Gionet throws Archibald Smythe into the turnbuckle...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a kick to the chest...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a kick to the chest...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a spinning heel kick...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a double foot stomp...
Mike Gionet whips Archibald Smythe into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a backdrop...
Archibald Smythe falls out of the ring...
Mike Gionet jumps onto him with a plancha...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Mike Gionet shoves Archibald Smythe into the guardrail...
Mike Gionet hits a flying bodypress on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet re-enters the ring...
Archibald Smythe rolls back in under the bottom rope...
Mike Gionet goes for a flying huracanrana, but Archibald Smythe side-steps and
Mike Gionet crashes to the canvas...
Archibald Smythe takes Mike Gionet down with a vertical suplex...
Archibald Smythe runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet misses with a kick...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a kick...
Archibald Smythe uses a European uppercut on Mike Gionet...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with an armdrag...
Archibald Smythe goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Mike Gionet counters it with a side suplex...
Mike Gionet is met with a "Just go home" chant...
Mike Gionet uses a back suplex on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet goes for a Russian legsweep, but Archibald Smythe counters it with an elbowsmash...
Archibald Smythe goes for a German suplex, but Mike Gionet counters it with an elbowsmash...
Mike Gionet uses a flying armdrag on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a Huracanrana...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with an armdrag...
Mike Gionet puts Archibald Smythe in a wristlock...
Archibald Smythe grabs the ropes after 5 seconds...
Mike Gionet goes for a dropsault, but Archibald Smythe side-steps and
Mike Gionet crashes to the canvas...
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Archibald Smythe...
Archibald Smythe goes for a shoulderblock, but Mike Gionet counters it with a legscissors takedown...
Mike Gionet attempts to place Archibald Smythe on the turnbuckle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Mike Gionet hits a leg lariat on Archibald Smythe...
There is no crowd reaction...
Mike Gionet hits a Russian legsweep on Archibald Smythe...
The crowd doesn't seem to care...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a hiptoss...
Archibald Smythe runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a shoulderblock...
Mike Gionet is going for the cover...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd doesn't seem to care...
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Winner: Mike Gionet
Time of match: 0:06:31
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SJD: The winner of the match and advancing in the Survival of the Fittest tournament – Mike Gionet!!!
TM: Gionet – half of the tag team champions is into the quarter-finals of the tournament...
JT: I wonder if his partner will make it through as well?
TM: We’ll find that out later on this evening... Right now though – I understand one of the IXWA’s latest signings is backstage...
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Backstage:
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[We cut backstage at the Walter Pyramid... Even with the poor lighting, it is easily seen that this is one of the IXWA's private locker rooms... A table is set up and upon the table rests various foods, predominately a very rare steak and a bottle of Merlot... Hands, one bearing a knife and another a fork come forward... The knife is used to slice a slender ribbon from the steak and it is offered to thick lips, lips hidden mostly by a bushy beard... The camera pulls away to show Johnny Blayze lounging back on some sort of Gothic throne... Blayze's dark eyes meet the camera as he takes a bite and chews carefully before speaking to anyone watching this video...]
JB: It has long been a custom of our great ancestors to live well in the days before a deadly battle, and even better after surviving one... To eat the foods that make them most content...
[He pauses to take a bite from a piece of unidentified golden fruit...]
JB: A warrior race has such customs to honor those among them who would battle on for the betterment of those who cannot... Those who may not see the next days moon or... worse... those that WILL see the next days moon, but never again be allowed to take the field of battle...
[Blayze takes another bite of the pink steak, the blood and juice flowing from it in drips and slightly staining his facial hair as he takes that flesh between his teeth and bites it from the fork... His eyes close as he enjoys the meat... And he leans back...]
JB: For those within The Church of the Beyond, there is no worse fate then to die covered in the blood of your foes... It is a disgrace that cannot be reconciled... It is an ultimate dishonor... Most of all, it forbids you entrance to the Great War in the here after... The gates of Valhalla will be closed, to such a man...
[There's a knock on the door and Blayze's eyes grow intense, his eyes glittering with malice... contempt as he stares off in the off-screen direction of the knock... In to the room steps IXWA's resident interviewer, Mandy McGraff...]
MM: Umm... Mister Blayze?
[Johnny Blayze pushes the food away in disgust and just stares at the insipid blonde who has interrupted him...]
MM: I was wondering if you had something to say about your match tonight against Liam Donegal...
JB: Foolish girl... I was just speaking on that before you interrupted me... I need not someone to hold a microphone for me to preach my gospel... But if you must be here and do your busy work, then do so without uttering another word...
[Mandy McGraff back pedals a bit, clearly not looking to upset a man who eats rare steak...]
MM: Uhh... Whatever you say, Mister Blayze...
JB: Pay attention little girl and you may learn something... Same goes for you, Liam Donegal... This fate I speak of is no longer a fate I fear... For when my times comes... I know I will be covered in the blood of my foes... and I will not come alone... Liam, these words I speak are sacred and holy... Things that I feel you know nothing about... In the religion of violence... I am a Zealot... While men such as yourself and others in IXWA are merely old disciples!!!
[Blayze's eyes grow more fevered as he speaks, his mouth begins to actually spittle as his face turns crimson... His arms sweep across the table before him, dumping everything on the floor... Mandy McGraff jumps out of the way, afraid of getting cow blood all over her fancy dress...]
JB: My bloodlines are one and the same with violence!!! My understanding of it and sacrifice knows no bounds!!! For victory is all that matters!!! Victory!!! At any and all costs!!! Look at my past!!! Look as the fires of my hatred have burned and consumed every man I have faced!!! Are any of the men who will face me in the weeks to come prepared for what I will bring?!!! Will Mike Gionet or Archibald Smythe have the intensity required to meet mine!!!? How about Max Caschera or Frostbite? Are you prepared for the fire that burns from within me, that which will scorch and cleans my enemies?!!!
[His fists clench into tight balls as he speaks, mouth nearly foaming as spittle flies from his now dry looking lips... Shaking both fists before him... When he speaks again, that rage is gone... calm again, like a sea after a great storm... His voice is even keel now...]
JB: Liam... A warning to you... Do not come to the arena... And to the IXWA officials... Do not allow him entrance... For if you do, his fate is on YOUR hands... His blood will haunt YOUR nightmares!!! I promise you that before the night is through, you will BEG to me for mercy... And will receive NONE!!! And as you lay in Long Beach Memorial, lost in your own mind at the end of the night, imagining the Hells you would damn me to, you shall look to all that your mind has created and claim it as your own personal Paradise!!! For the reality I will bring is far worse then any Hell that even Dante himself could ever imagine!!!
[His chest heaving, Johnny Blayze's face is now beet red yet his mouth still forms a snarl... And as his cold black eyes stare into the camera, it pulls in to take a tight shot of The Pyschotic One...]
MM: OK then... Back to ringside, I guess...
[Actually Mandy – there’s something we need to see in the parking lot...]
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Parking Lot:
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[We join the conversation in progress...]
Caleb Foley: Let me introduce myself my name is "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley... I just want to say what an honor it is to finally to meet you...
Frostbite: Caleb, I might say the same thing... I certainly know who you are... No need for introductions there...
[A slight pause...]
Frostbite: I am glad that I got the chance to catch you before your match tonight... I just wanted to thank you for your help last week... Those three masked men are getting to quite a pain in the butt... They need to be stopped...
Caleb Foley: No need to thank me... I am sure you would have done the same for me if I was in trouble...
[A brief pause from Foley before he continues... Almost as if he is waiting for something...]
Caleb Foley: By the way my condolences about your wife passing... Man she was a fighter just like yourself... I may not have known her personally but I can tell your love for each other was pure and will be forever... I am sure you have heard this a few hundred times but if you ever need someone to talk to I am only a phone call away...
Frostbite: Thank you... Rebecca would have liked you... I am fine; it took a couple of months to get over her death... But I found a way to cope with it and that is by getting back in that ring... Besides, Rebecca would have wanted that way... But, I will keep the offer in mind though...
Caleb Foley: Do you have any idea who these masked men are? I mean they seem to have some serious beef with you...
Frostbite: I don't have any clues... I have tried racking my brain as to who I really believe it is... Certainly being in this business for almost ten years - I have made a few enemies and thought maybe it could be a few of them... But, quite honestly, I don't think it is anybody that I have ever been in the ring with before... These idiots have told me if, I didn't leave them they were going to destroy my career and the people I associate with as well...
[He looks at Caleb...]
Frostbite: After last week, you might become a possible victim as well...
Caleb Foley: Me? A victim? I have always been labelled as the easy target wherever I go... But see that doesn't bother me... Knock me down and I'll get right back up... The only question these guys should be asking themselves is what happens when that one time you try to knock me down and I block or counter it... Will they be able to dig deep and get back up just as many times as I have?
[Foley flashes that famous smile of his before he finishes his train of thought...]
Caleb Foley: Well from an outsiders viewpoint it looks like these men know a lot about you... I'm sure it is just someone looking to make a name for themselves off of your legacy... Don't let them get into your head... Remain calm at all times... Just be careful when you turn those hallways corners I have seen some crazy stuff happen backstage before...
Frostbite: You don't need to worry about anything... I have your back... Besides, I don't want to take anymore of your time... You have a match to get ready for later on this evening...
Caleb Foley: Yes I have an important match tonight against Dexter Payne... It should be a solid match as both of us have been on a bit of a streak lately... I'm looking forward to it...
Frostbite: Best of luck... I will address these idiots later on tonight... Neil has giving me sometime and I will go into the ring and call them out...
Caleb Foley: Well I look forward to what you have to say tonight... And don't worry if those masked man try and ruin your time I'll just have to bring my good old trusty shillelagh with me to the ring to break it up... You know us Irish we love a great party...
[Frostbite laughs...]
Frostbite: I have it under control... Besides, with you and Doomsday and Lucifer around... I like the odds...
[The two shakes hands as they head inside...]
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Backstage:
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[Cut backstage to the locker room area where Mandy McGaff is standing by with IXWA Television Champion Liam Donegal and a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady, Donegal in his red wrestling trunks and a CSU Long Beach hoodie, and the young lady in jean shorts and a white IXWA t-shirt... Giving the mystery women "the eye" once as she turns to face the camera, Mandy speaks...]
MM: I'm here with the IXWA Television Champion, Liam Donegal, and his -- sister maybe? Sorry, sweetie, I didn't get your name...
LD: Mandy, this is MJ Carter... MJ and I both trained at the same wrestling school back east in Boston...
MM: I see... And what, may I ask, is she doing here tonight? Just visiting I hope...
MJC: Sorry, _sweetie_, but I guess I'm going to have to disappoint you... As of today, I'm a card-carrying manager here in the IXWA and I'll be coming to the ring with Liam for his match against Johnny Blayze...
MM: Really? I wasn't aware that the management requirements here in the IXWA had fallen so low...
LD: Um, Mandy, if you want to finish this interview, I'd give some serious thought to changing your tone... MJ's trained as a wrestler, just like me, and I'd hate to see you say something that might end up with you out cold on the floor...
MM: I don't think that will ever happen, Liam, but I'll be nice as a personal favor to you... So, tonight, you're facing Johnny Blayze, a newcomer to the IXWA, in a first round qualifying match for Survival of the Fittest... How do you rate your chances of winning?
LD: Well, first, I appreciate the "favor", Mandy, but I'd still tone it down a bit if I were you... You're, um, a lot more aggressive than your sister; I'll say that much for you... Now, as far as tonight's match-up against Johnny Blayze is concerned, what can I really say? He calls himself "The Psychotic One", right? Is that a name he gave himself to sound tougher than he is or is that a name he actually _earned_?
MM: I don't know, actually...
LD: It doesn't matter, honestly... If it's a name he gave himself, then he's got some serious identity issues he needs to work out... I've got a sister-in-law who's a psychologist, actually, so maybe those two need to hook up for a session or three... But, if "The Psychotic One" is a name he's _earned_ by his actions in the ring, he's come to the right place... After all, I've been here a month and, in almost every match I've wrestled, I've given away at least 50 pounds, if not more, to my opponents and I've still managed to come out on top every time... If that's not crazy, Mandy, then I'm not sure what is...
MM: So you're not intimidated by a man they call "Psychotic", not in the least?
LD: Mandy, I'll tell you the same thing I told your sister once... I come from a big family... All boys... And we fought... A lot... Even though I was the youngest and the smallest, I still won more than my fair share of those fights and there was no referee standing by to call for a break if things got out of control... So if being a wrestler; if being the IXWA Television Champion means I have to get in the ring with a guy who calls himself crazy every now and then, what can I say other than "Let's do this..."
MM: There you have it, wrestling fans... Up next, Survival of the Fittest continues as Liam Donegal squares off against-----
[Suddenly a woman's voice from off-camera interrupts...]
V/O: Mandy McGraff, when I get my hands on you for locking me in the ladies' room...
LD: Um, Mandy, was that your sister? I wondered why you were out here and not...
V/O: MANDY!!!
MM: Gotta go... Back to you guys!!!
[And the camera cuts back to...]
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Ringside:
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[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[The lights go out and the crowd pops as the opening bridge of “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas begins to blast out over the PA...]
# Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more #
[A single spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp as Liam Donegal and MJ Carter step out onto the stage... Raising his left hand to point out at the crowd, Donegal pounds his right fist twice to his chest in a salute, then slowly makes his way down the aisle... He is wearing a pair of plain red wrestling trunks, black knee and elbow pads, and black boots... He also has the IXWA Television Championship belt around his waist...]
# Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
SJD: Hailing from Boston, MA and weighing in at 218 pounds... Being accompanied to the ring by the lovely MJ Carter, he is the IXWA Television Champion – Liam Donegal!!!
[Stopping at the foot of the ring, Donegal turns to look out at the crowd, nods his head as if satisfied by what he sees, then climbs up the stairs to the ring apron, holding the ropes for his manager before stepping into the ring himself...]
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more #
[Mounting the second turnbuckle facing the ramp, Donegal salutes the crowd a second time, then hops back down into the ring and waits for his opponents as the music fades to a close... He hands the championship belt to the referee...]
SJD: His opponent,
[The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Lorde begins to play over the sound system... The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps "The Psychotic One" Johnny Blayze - a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard... He is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them)... His ensemble is completed by a black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head...]
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Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
we will find you##
TM: I've heard some good stuff about this guy... He's fearless and a little bit crazy...
JT: That's as may be but he's facing a man who is as yet undefeated in the IXWA and currently holds the IXWA Television championship...
[Blayze stands at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on... He then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon his face...]
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Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
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[Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring... The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hood...]
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There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come crumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
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[He then removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside...]
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All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
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[The music fades as Blayze backs into his corner... The ring announcer then introduces him to the crowd...]
SJD: From The Church of The Beyond - weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds...
"THE PSYCHOTIC ONE"
JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!
**CHORUS OF BOOS**
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Liam Donegal Vs "The Psychotic One" Johnny Blayze
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Liam Donegal throws Johnny Blayze out of the ring...
Liam Donegal rolls out under the bottom rope...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a dropkick...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: 1...
Liam Donegal climbs back into the ring...
Johnny Blayze climbs back into the ring...
Liam Donegal throws Johnny Blayze into the turnbuckle...
Liam Donegal runs shoulder-first into the corner...
Liam Donegal hits a sitdown faceslam on Johnny Blayze...
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for a clothesline, but Johnny Blayze ducks out of the way...
Johnny Blayze hits a low blow on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a shoulderblock to the midsection...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a short clothesline...
Johnny Blayze is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze goes for a Shining Wizard, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a bodyslam...
Liam Donegal goes for an arm trap shoulder neckbreaker, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze chops Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
Johnny Blayze punches Liam Donegal...
The crowd is booing Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze gets a chokehold on Liam Donegal...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson warns Johnny Blayze to let go...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, three, four...
Johnny Blayze uses a pumphandle slam on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze hits Liam Donegal with a sitdown faceslam...
The crowd is booing Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Liam Donegal nails Johnny Blayze with a firemans carry into a DDT...
Liam Donegal uses a snap mare on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal takes Johnny Blayze down with a bodyslam...
Liam Donegal uses a flying bodypress on Johnny Blayze...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Liam Donegal executes a flying dropkick on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal goes for a jab, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze executes a fisherman buster on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze hits a bodyslam on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze hits a belly-to-back suplex on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for the Death From Above, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a big boot...
Johnny Blayze uses a shoulderblock to the midsection on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for a backbreaker, but Liam Donegal counters it with a facerake...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal chops Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for a kick to the midsection, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze whips Liam Donegal into the ropes, but Liam Donegal reverses it...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with an enzuigiri...
Liam Donegal nails Johnny Blayze with a firemans carry into a DDT...
A small "Liam Donegal" chant is being started...
Liam Donegal goes for a surfboard, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze goes for a bearhug, but Liam Donegal counters it with a punch...
In turn, Johnny Blayze counters it with a roundhouse right...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze misses with a clothesline...
Liam Donegal misses with an elbow...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a kick...
Liam Donegal uses a swinging neckbreaker on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal hits a flying axhandle on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal is going for the pin...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Liam Donegal gets a dragon sleeper on Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze is struggling to reach the ropes...
Johnny Blayze inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for 7 seconds...
Liam Donegal runs into the ropes...
Liam Donegal uses a swinging neckbreaker on Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a German suplex...
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, Liam Donegal lifts a shoulder, two, in the ropes...
Liam Donegal goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Johnny Blayze counters it with a side suplex...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze is going for the cover...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Johnny Blayze executes an elevated facebuster on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze uses a Death Valley Driver on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for a chokehold, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal chops Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal executes a snap suplex on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal whips Johnny Blayze into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze goes for a running clothesline, but Liam Donegal ducks out of the way...
Liam Donegal hits a firemans carry into a DDT on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal hits a Russian legsweep on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal executes the Warp Spasm on Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for the pin...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, three...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing in the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament – the IXWA Television champion – Liam Donegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!
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Winner: Liam Donegal
Time of match: 0:07:22
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TM: What a hell of a match... And Donegal is still undefeated!!!
JT: Blayze certainly has nothing at all to be ashamed of... He put in a hell of a performance and I see nothing but good stuff in his future...
TM: Absolutely... It won’t be long before he has a championship of some sort strapped around his waist...
JT: No argume-----
["Hunt You Down" by Salvia is blasting over the sound system...]
CROWD: YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!
TM: Frostbite is making his way out here...
JT: Even though he isn't scheduled for tonight show... He did tell Caleb Foley out in the parking lot that Neil has giving him this time to address a few things...
[Frostbite pushes back the black curtain...]
CROWD: FROSTBITE!!! FROSTBITE!!!
TM: This crowd is going nuts over this guy...
JT: My question for you would be... Is this a wise move on his part? You don't know when those three masked men will show up...
TM: We don't know if they are even here tonight... They come out of nowhere...
[Frostbite is slapping hands of a few of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring...]
JT: What a battle that he and Jack Williams had last week...
TM: If those masked men hadn't interfered in that match... I would have loved to see how it turned out...
JT: I am going to guess that Neil, may very well book a rematch because of what happened last week...
TM: Haven't heard, but I am sure Neil might be giving it some serious thought...
[Frostbite jumps up on the ring apron and then jumps over the top ropes... He asks for a microphone and is handed one...]
CROWD: FROSTBITE!!!
[Frostbite leans over the ropes as begins to speak...]
Frostbite: First off, thank you for the warm response...
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I will not waste too much time because Neil has put together a great show... The Survival of the Fittest tournament starts... Plenty of great matches, and I will sit in the back and just like you people out here enjoy the great action...
[A slight pause...]
Frostbite: Onto business... First off, Jack Williams... Great match last week... I am sorry that we didn't get the chance to finish it properly... And trust when I say this... It is far from being unfinished...
CROWD: YEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: You have something that I want around my waist... The Extreme Warrior title... You are the hunted, and there is going to be another time and place for the two of us... When that time comes, rest assured the title will be mine...
[Frostbite strokes his chin...]
Frostbite: Now to the three masked men... You three have caused many problems since I have arrived in this company... You certainly have some beef with me about something... For the life of me I can't figure out why... I have tried my best to figure out who in the hell you three are? I can't get any type of feel for you... I figure maybe it was somebody from my past that has comeback to finally get me... But then again it dawn on me... Maybe you three are looking to make a name for yourselves... You figure why not pick on Frostbite... He has been in this industry for almost 10 years... This would be the prefect guy to take out and start some type of legacy for yourselves... I can understand that... I was the same way when I first stated out... I would call out a few big dogs in the yard and challenge them... They step up... But one thing, I learned at just a young age is that be careful what you wish for because those veterans were greats for a reason... I got my tail handed to me by a few, but I learned from it... A couple of years later, I defeated those same guys, I called out before... This will not become one of those stories... This dog can and will teach you a few new tricks... This one dog that you want no part of...
CROWD: YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I don't mind taking a butt whipping by three nobodies... But when you decide to beat on my friends... Then we have a serious issue... It wasn't a bright move, especially when you tick off two seven foot monsters... You decide to beat on two young men that were asking me for advise... They had no business whatsoever involved in our business... For the life of me I just can't figure out... Why do you hide your identity from us? Why don't you take those masks off? Allow us to see just who you really are? Then again, maybe you three are cowards...
CROWD: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I would like to know whose tail I am going to kick... Why don't you have some balls and sign a contract and get in the ring with me... I am sure Neil would be more than happy to give you the chance to show us what you have... I have no problem getting into the ring with either of you... Whether it is a single match, tag team or six man... But these attacks are going to stop right now... I am tired of being the hunted... From here on out... You three are the hunted... I am standing here right now, why don't you show your faces?
TM: Is he serious?
Frostbite: I am standing in this ring... Come on down...
JT: I don't know if this is wise...
Frostbite: You know what? How about I come and find you...
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
[He tosses the microphone on the mat as he gets ready to leave the ring... Suddenly our cameras are out in the parking lot as we see the three masked men standing right next to Frostbite's car... The three masked men all have baseball bat in their hands... They are all wearing black ski mask with all green from neck on down with back boots...]
Smaller mask man: Frostbite, we hear trying to bark out some worthless orders... We aren't your puppets... Nobody tells us what do to... I find it rather funny that you stand in that ring and wanted to know why we don't we sign a contract... We don't want any contracts... I mission is to take you out... You see Frostbite you have spend 10 years in this business being the biggest jerk there is... The three of us sat in our homes and watched you become a punk... Whatever happened to the old Frostbite... The one that we watched for the first four years of your career would stab his own mother in the back if they meant further your career... You put together one of the top stables in ICWF history, TKM... My god, nobody could touch you and Adam Northstar or Dexter Payne and Adam Flash... Come on man, what about those five star matches that you had with Eraser... But look at you now; you are not the same man...
[A slight pause...]
Smaller mask man: You care what these people think...
CROWD: YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Smaller mask man: Hell, you even found yourself a nice woman to settle down with... But how did that work out for you? It didn't because you put her in the ground in Seattle her hometown right next to her dear old grandmother...
JT: This isn't right...
Smaller mask man: You see Frostbite we know all about you and you now nothing about us... Trust me in due time you will but before you do... We are here to turn your world upside down... Sure beating on your friends was actually fun... But that is getting boring... We tried to warn you to leave this company and never come back... But you decide to let your ego cloud your judgement... You got to hang around and win the big one... My question is simply this... Are you winning the title for these people?
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Smaller mask man: Are you trying to win it for dear old Rebecca? After all that shouldn't matter after all she is dead... Answer me this, Frostbite? Do you still want to do it with her?
TM: They are crossing the line...
[Frostbite jumps onto the floor...]
Smaller mask man: Frostbite before you come racing out here... I want you to look at your car... I know how important it is to you... This was the first car that you bought after you broke into this business and made enough to afford this thing... You hold this car near and dear to you... You haven't brought another car... It holds plenty of memories for you... I hear a story that after a date you and your dead wife got it on in the back seat...
JT: That is just too much...
Small mask man: Boys, I think we need to help Frostbite out here... I think he needs to get himself a new car...
[The three masked men start taking baseball bat and begin to bash his car... The bigger masked men pound on the hood of the car as they put a huge dent into it... The smaller masked man takes a bat and knocks out all of the windows in the car... Then he takes out the headlights as well... The bigger masked men once again pound the hood of the car until it caves in... They take the baseball bat and beat on the door until they are just about hanging off... The three masked men then rip the doors off the car...]
TM: I don't believe this...
[Frostbite quickly races to the parking lot... The three masked men then with all of their strength flip the car over to its side...]
Smaller mask man: Until, next time...
[They race away, knowing that Frostbite is hot on their heels... Frostbite reaches the parking lot as he is just in a state of shock...]
JT: I just don't know what to say...
TM: They crossed way over the line...
Frostbite: GET BACK HERE NOW!!! YOUR ASSES ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
[Our cameras continue to look at the car as we head back to ringside...]
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[Two young men are throwing around “the pigskin” in a park somewhere. Then one of them catches the ball and tosses it to the ground as he starts to stumble around before collapsing on the ground.]
Guy #1: Dude, I’m getting so thirsty and tired.
[His buddy comes in to view.]
Guy #2: Well it looks like some one needs to slurp a BURP-A-LURP™.
Horrible singing: BUUUUUUUUURRRRP-A-LUUUUUUUUURRRRP™™™!!!!!!
[Guy #2 stands over top of the first man who is lying motionless on the ground. He holds a two litre bottle filled with some questionable, horrible tasting red solution.]
Guy #2: IT’S A RESCUE MISSION!!!!
[And with that, Guy #2 proceeds to dump the entire two litres of ‘BURP-A-LURP™’ on his friend’s face! Then we have close up the first guy looking like he has then jumped right back up off the ground.]
Guy #1: I FEEL SOOOOOOOOO REINVIGORATED!!!!!
[Then we cut to the ‘BURP-A-LURP™’ cola logo.]
Off screen voice: BURP-A-LURP™! It puts the (belching ‘urp‘ noise) in burp!
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TM: We’re back and I am still in shock at what happened before the break...
JT: I can’t beneath they just trashed Frosty’s car...
TM: Neither can I... The show has to go on though and up next we have a tag team debut in the form of the West Miami Rednecks...
[Scene cuts again to mid-ring...]
SJD: This tag team contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first...
["Perfection [dancefloor mix]" by Soul Seekerz starts over the PA as two men step through the entranceway side by side... They are both wearing red wrestling trunks and black boots... They are also wearing matching red satin waistcoats with the words "New Bad Boys" stitched in black on the back... They make the way to the ring - Leonard has his ever present knee brace on his left leg and uses the cane that should help him to walk to poke and jeer at the fans near ringside... JD Stormcloud slides under the bottom rope as Leonard makes his way up the ring steps... They take off their waistcoats revealing hairy chests and washboard abdominals...]
SJD: At a total combined weight of 370lbs - they are "The Angry Warrior" JD Stormcloud and "Mr Heartbreak Himself" Leonard... They are - The Neeeeeww Baaaaaad Booyyyyyysss!!!
SJD: Their opponents...
[The opening refrain of "A Country Boy Can Survive" blares over the house PA as Joey and Earl Bradshaw make their way to the ring... Both men, dressed in their usual attire of sleeveless t-shirts and baggy cutoffs, slowly stalk towards the ring while shouting insults at their opponents...]
SJD: Hailing from Cottondale, Florida and weighing in at a total combined weight of 480 pounds... Earl Bradshaw... Joey Bradshaw... THE WEST FLORIDA REDNECKS
[They climb through the ropes and crisscross the ring, bouncing off the ropes and meeting in mid ring where they jump and bump their hips together... As the music fades they go to their corner and confer with one another until the bell rings...]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Tag Team Debut:
The New Bad Boys Vs The West Miami Rednecks
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Earl Bradshaw punches JD Stormcloud...
Quite a few boos are audible...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud...
Earl Bradshaw is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
JD Stormcloud chops Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
JD Stormcloud sends Earl Bradshaw into the turnbuckle...
Earl Bradshaw comes back and rocks JD Stormcloud with a kick to the midsection...
Joey Bradshaw enters the ring to make it two-on-one...
Joey Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with a short clothesline...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with an enzuigiri...
Leonard enters the ring, but gets cut off...
Earl Bradshaw and Joey Bradshaw hit JD Stormcloud with a double DDT...
Joey Bradshaw leaves the ring...
Earl Bradshaw throws JD Stormcloud out of the ring...
Earl Bradshaw goes outside...
Earl Bradshaw clears the announcers' table...
Earl Bradshaw sets up JD Stormcloud on the announcers' table...
Earl Bradshaw tries to drive JD Stormcloud through the table with a somersault legdrop, but he moves out of the way...
The table is broken in half...
JD Stormcloud goes for a spinning thrust kick, but Earl Bradshaw blocks it...
Earl Bradshaw nails JD Stormcloud with a flying huracanrana...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Earl Bradshaw throws JD Stormcloud into the guardrail...
Earl Bradshaw grabs a chair...
Earl Bradshaw sets up the chair...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with a DDT onto the chair...
Earl Bradshaw re-enters the ring...
JD Stormcloud climbs back into the ring...
Earl Bradshaw covers JD Stormcloud...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd is booing Earl Bradshaw...
SJD: The winners of the match – The West Florida Rednecks!!!
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Winners: The West Florida Rednecks
Time of match: 0:01:21
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TM: Well – they sure made short work of The New Bad Boys...
JT: Not difficult to be fair though...
TM: Hahaha... I guess not... Now, I hear Caleb Foley is backstage...
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Backstage:
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[The camera fades in backstage as you see "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley stretching in a hallway before his match up against Dexter Payne... Caleb looks over his shoulder and notices the camera as he begins to speak... ]
Caleb Foley: So it seems like I am starting to get on a small winning streak... I knew it was only a couple of matches before I shook off any ring rust I had... The Masked Terror I'll give you an A for effort but you didn't prepare as much as I did...
[Caleb is done stretching now and picks up one half of the IXWA Tag Team Titles... The title was on top of the table which was next to him... ]
Caleb Foley: So it looks like my next opponent has yet to get his shoulders pinned to the mat yet... Dexter Payne unique name with a very unique personality... He calls himself a freakshow... Is that supposed to scare me because you have a bunch of tattoos on your body? Well if you haven't noticed I have some ink myself and that doesn't make you any tougher... You see Dexter I did my research and I know all about you...
[Caleb pauses for a moment...]
Caleb Foley: Dexter grew up in beautiful Nashville, TN... You spent most of your time inside because you were the runt of the litter... Guess you didn't like being bullied and teased so you felt you had no other option but to run away... But by you becoming a loner you realized that was a good thing for you as it only motivated and pushed you harder to become tougher... I must admit you are a very determined man... Always trying to push yourself and come up with new insane moves just to show you have a purpose in life... So I guess you care about what others think of you... Too me it seems like a cry for help as you want all the attention to be on you since you didn't have any when you were younger... For as far as you are concerned, there’s not that much to live for anyway, unless you count your wife Bethany... Let me guess childhood sweethearts right? You feel like she is the only women who truly loved you besides your mother... Only person you can really be your true self around... But did you ever think what would happen to her if one of those crazy moves you do got your hurt inside that ring? I bet her world would come crashing down around her and she would feel like she didn't love you enough...
[Foley flashes that famous grin of his as he continues walking down the hallway...]
Caleb Foley: Dexter you feel like a tortured soul... You feel like the world has taken, taken, and taken some more and now owes the world owes you something... Well guess what that isn't how the world works... You want something in life you have to fight for it plain and simple... You want to be the best at what you do I understand that because most of us in the locker room want to be the best in the world... But the reality is there can only be one best in the world and right now I don't think it is either of us... Who might be the best in IXWA I would have to say Lucifer because of his dominance here but others may say Jack Williams... While your passion and determination to be the best is cute it will drive your crazy if you let it take over your life... It is no longer that you love what you are doing it now becomes lust... It is like a drug you need the extreme moves to get that blood flowing and adrenalin pumping in your veins... I have seen it before many times Dexter you my friend are on the fast track to a downward spiral... You might of been a past champion and will go to extreme heights not only to get a win, but to earn the title of “Showstopper” that you have been given in the past... But my question to you is what have you done lately? Sure the past makes you who you are but stop living in it and then maybe you'll be able to fill that void in your soul... I am done talking about you Dexter I'll see you outside in that ring and may the best man win tonight...
[Caleb continues walking down the long hallway looking like he is about to head out to the ring as the camera goes to the next scene...]
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Ringside:
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TM: We’re back and it’s time for the next Survival of the Fittest qualifier...
JT: Take it away, Joey!!!
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where "Sparkling" Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[The crowd roars as every light in the auditorium cuts out at once... On the screen in black and white, a man in a trench coat is seen walking toward the end of a pier, his footfalls echoing loudly through the arena... Ahead of him stands another man, dressed exactly as the first, and as he reaches the end of the pier, he puts a gun to the second man’s head, the light from above falling just so that we can see a smirk and a pierced lip, and then pulls the trigger... Now dead, the man falls backward off the pier, light catching his face to reveal the fact that it’s the same as the shooters, and as he hits the water the music kicks in with the first lines as the name Dexter Payne appears in ripped blue lettering through the water as the body sinks to the depths...]
“I'm not the only one who can't see why it crossed your mind
I see your life and death reduce into a product line
It's not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine”
[The curtain parts and out steps the man, taking a moment with a tilted head to look around the crowd, basking in the roar that comes with his reveal... The lights come up, tinting the entire arena blue...]
“I can't see why, why
You're not a saint, you're a thief
You can't deny, deny
It's all a ploy underneath...”
SJD: Hailing from Nashville, TN and weighing in at 225lbs... Dexter Paaaaaaaaaaayyynee!!!
[His arms rise, gesturing to the crowd, waving them on in their reaction... He turns his head, lights reflecting off the mirrored frames of his sunglasses, and with a quick tuck of his blue tinted hair behind his ears, he begins to head to the ring...]
“All I've seen [you better learn to keep your face under the dark]
All I need [wake up and feel the blood escape your heart]
Your disease [for every word that you devalue and mistake]
I can't breathe [for every soul you nauseate with what you say]”
[He stops at the ring apron, looking around again, and then lazily rolls into the ring, rising to a kneeling position in the center of the ring, with arms outstretched toward the sky...]
“You've brought this verdict on yourself [before we ever had a chance]
I hope you cry for the one's you've lost...
You built this burden when you fell [you know we never took a glance]
I hope it's worth all the blood it cost...”
[Dexter rises to his feet, taking a nearby turnbuckle and staring out the crowd with arms spread wide, before turning and dropping to his feet on the mat...]
SJD: His opponent...
["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the arena goes completely silent...]
I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast
He may have been someone once by the sound of his call
Now he answers to no one
NO-ONE AT ALL!!!
We all die alone, he shouted as he passed
With no sense of regret, see he never looked back
Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong
Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song
You said we die alone; in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight
There'll be no talking your way out this time
So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind
[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music... His head is down so his face is completely covered... The man lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers... Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee... Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops; he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a huge pyro display goes off!!! Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did... He stares down at the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Championship belt that he has just unfastened from around his waist... Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business... Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes after handing his championship belt to Dana Riggelman...]
SJD: FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, STANDING 6 FOOT 1 AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS, HE IS ONE HALF OF THE IXWA EXTREME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - THIS IS
THE CELTIC CRIPPLER...
CALEB FOLEY!!!
[FACE POP!!!]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Dexter Payne Vs "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Quite a few boos are audible...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Dexter Payne uses a backdrop driver on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne executes a somersault legdrop on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne kicks Caleb Foley...
A fan at ringside badmouths Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley chops Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
A fan at ringside badmouths Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits a spinning heel kick on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
Caleb Foley executes a springboard moonsault on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a clothesline, but Dexter Payne counters it with a belly-to-belly suplex...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
In turn, Caleb Foley counters it with a facerake...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a kick...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Dexter Payne counters it with a side suplex...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a roundhouse kick...
Dexter Payne is going for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a springboard armdrag...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a leg lariat...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley executes a German suplex on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Dexter Payne goes for a spin kick, but Caleb Foley ducks out of the way...
Caleb Foley sets up Dexter Payne on the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a belly-to-back superplex...
The crowd is cheering on Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley sends Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne uses a spinning back suplex on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a handspring moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with an elbow...
Dexter Payne is going for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a spinning back suplex...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a kick...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a split legged moonsault...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne uses a springboard armdrag on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne throws Caleb Foley out of the ring...
Dexter Payne jumps onto him with a moonsault off the second turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne sets up a table...
Dexter Payne sets up Caleb Foley on the table...
Dexter Payne executes a somersault legdrop through the table...
The table is broken in half...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne hits a forearm smash on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne re-enters the ring...
Caleb Foley climbs back into the ring...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a shoulderblock...
Caleb Foley is going for the cover...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Caleb Foley uses a drop toe hold on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits a swinging neckbreaker on Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a snap suplex...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley misses with a kick...
Dexter Payne uses a flying forearm on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne leaves the ring...
He returns with a chair...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes and springs off the chair...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman removes the chair from the ring...
Dexter Payne hits a sleeperhold reverse mat slam on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is going for the cover...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Dexter Payne misses with a clothesline...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a clothesline...
Caleb Foley uses a hiptoss on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits an enzuigiri on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a cartwheel splash...
Dexter Payne uses a flying forearm on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a sleeperhold reverse mat slam...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne covers Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a cartwheel splash...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a springboard moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flying forearm...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne goes for a forearm smash, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley punches Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne uses a handspring elbow on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a roundhouse kick...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a standing moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying reverse neckbreaker...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying reverse neckbreaker...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a leg lariat...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley puts Dexter Payne in an abdominal stretch...
Dexter Payne reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a spinebuster...
Caleb Foley nails Dexter Payne with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley nails Dexter Payne with a snap suplex...
Dexter Payne springs to his feet...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying forearm...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne places Caleb Foley on the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne hits a superplex on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flip piledriver...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne uses a Huracanrana on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne uses a moonsault on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne goes for a flip piledriver, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a vertical suplex...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley punches Dexter Payne...
The crowd is behind Caleb Foley all the way...
Caleb Foley chops Dexter Payne...
The crowd is behind Caleb Foley all the way...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a kick...
Dexter Payne springs to his feet...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne uses a spinning heel kick on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley hits a leg lariat on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a reverse Russian legsweep...
Caleb Foley uses a running knee lift on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley shoves down Dana Riggelman...
Caleb Foley goes for an arm wringer, but Dexter Payne flips over...
Dexter Payne goes for a spinning back suplex, but Caleb Foley counters it with a bulldog...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with an enzuigiri...
Caleb Foley hits a back suplex on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley goes for a full nelson faceslam, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne hits a baseball slide on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne uses a forearm smash on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne goes for a flip piledriver, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Caleb Foley misses with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with an elbow...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a running knee lift, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne hits a flying huracanrana on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne kicks Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley kicks Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley throws Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley charges into the corner, but Dexter Payne lifts his leg...
Dexter Payne hits a spinning heel kick on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits a series of stomps in the corner on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley uses a palm blow on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a vertical suplex...
Caleb Foley goes for an abdominal stretch, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Caleb Foley gets a hold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds...
Dexter Payne places Caleb Foley on the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne hits a superplex on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne chops Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne chops Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne leaves the ring...
He returns with a chair...
Dexter Payne takes the chair...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying forearm with the chair...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits a flip piledriver on Caleb Foley...
The crowd is vociferously booing Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne sets up the chair...
Dexter Payne goes for a spinning back suplex, but Caleb Foley counters it with a bulldog...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a backbreaker...
Caleb Foley throws Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a kick...
Caleb Foley executes a kneebreaker on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a baseball slide...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Caleb Foley hits a spear on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley executes the Irish Blessing on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, three...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing to the next round of the tournament – Caleeeeebb Foooolllleeeeeeeeeyyyy!!!
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Winner: Caleb Foley
Time of match: 0:015:48
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TM: I only have one thing to say!!! Wow!!! What a match!!!
JT: Has to be said that’s probably the best match I have seen since the IXWA returned...
TM: Definitely... They are two of the finest that we have on the roster at the moment...
JT: I doubt some of the others would agree with you on that one... Especially the one that is waiting backstage for his match right now... Lucifer!!!
TM: Let’s see what he has to say...
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Backstage:
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[We see the big seven foot monster sitting in the corner of the locker room... Lucifer is putting black tape around his left hand that was injured a couple of weeks ago by those three masked men... As he finishes doing so, he throws the tape across the locker room... He reaches down as he picks up a black glove and places that on his left hand – he is certainly taking precautionary measures... The big man takes that left hand and pounds away into the palm of his right hand making sure that it is wrapped up enough for tonight main event... Lucifer feels as though it is good to go as he stands up and walks over to his locker and reaches in and pulls out his black t-shirt and his quickly puts it on... As he turns around, we see Doomsday standing a few feet from him...]
Doomsday: How is that hand?
Lucifer: It is fine...
Doomsday: I am sure Jack will put that to the test later on...
Lucifer: He can certainly try and I will knock him out with a hard left hook to his jaw...
Doomsday: I told you earlier... I would like for you to use the right when you are throwing punches...
Lucifer: You don't think Jack will pick up on that?
Doomsday: I am sure he will... But you must protect that left hand... Sure you are going to have to use that left to execute all of your moves, but that will not put as much as pressure on that hand as throwing a punch...
Lucifer: I can use the left from time to time... Jack is going to use the same game plan that Liam used to win the Television title from you...
Doomsday: I understand that... The left hand is a target; that is why you have padded that left hand as much as you can...
Lucifer: He will try and take the glove off and tape and stomp on it or worse...
Doomsday: That is your job to prevent that from happening... I am sure their will come and time in the match where you will have to use that left... That is the game plan... Jack knows that your left hand is hurting... I want to use the right as much as possible...
[Doomsday nods his head...]
Doomsday: Then that would be the right time to use the left... Jack will not be thinking that you will use that hurt left hand...
Lucifer: I understand you now... I guess that is why you are the manager...
Doomsday: Very true...
[Lucifer pounds his left hand again it the palm of his right...]
Doomsday: Why are you doing that? I want you to not use that left until you have to...
Lucifer: I am seeing that there is plenty of padding on it... That appears to be the case... After all more impact to throw this left when it counts thus less pain on the hand...
[He shakes his head...]
Lucifer: That is why I am the wrestler...
Doomsday: I am not too long from retiring you know?
Lucifer: What about those masked men?
Doomsday: I don't think they will be a concern this evening... After what they did...
Lucifer: I saw what they did to Frostbite's ride...
Doomsday: Frostbite will chase then down the rest of the night so our focus will be on Jack... You have beaten this guy, twice already and you can do it again...
Lucifer: I intend to do so... No submission moves will keep me from advancing in this tournament... I didn't like tapping out...
Doomsday: Look, I know it is a sore spot, but you did what was best for your career... You have to look at the bigger picture...
Lucifer: I get your point, but---
Doomsday: I know you feel that you will be label a quitter by the wrestling world... You won't, trust me on this one... You go out there and beat Jack later on... All will be forgotten... After you win this tournament and then get a shot at the Extreme Warrior title then nobody will ever call you a quitter...
Lucifer: What about my rematch...
Doomsday: Being taken care of... You will get your rematch soon...
[An evil grin comes across the lips of Lucifer... He gets ready to hit a nearby locker with his left hand...]
Doomsday: Wait!!! Are you crazy? Not with the left...
[Lucifer takes his right and once again dents another locker...]
Doomsday: You know one of these days Bonser is going to take money from your check...
Lucifer: I am ready to connect with either the right or the left across Jack's jaw...
Doomsday: That is what I want to hear...
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OCW Presents: Monday Night Massacre - Rookie's Night Out
LIVE! April 7th, 2014
From the Montana State University Gymnasium in Bozeman, Montana
Rookie's Night Out Match: Winner Receives Internet Title Shot on 4/21
PerZag Vs B Minus Vs KC3 Vs "The Hardcore Enigma" Big J Vs Kobra Vs James Carson Vs Brian Cady Vs Jason Xavier Vs Trent Collins Vs "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas Vs Jayson Price
Singles Matches
MJ Bell Vs "Sadistic Insanity" Damian Payne
Kenshin Takamura Vs "Queen of Epicness" Bobbinette Carey
Triple Threat Match
Pryde (c) Vs Drew Stevenson Vs Richard
Main Event: OCW Central Championship Match
Brianna Casablancas (c) Vs Sean Fuller
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Ringside:
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TM: We’re back and we’re ready for our main event – which features the former Television champion taking on the current Extreme Warrior champion...
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall... And it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
["Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead cranks throughout the sound system a loud boom is heard coming from top of the entrance way as black smoke surrounds it... Lucifer emerges through the smoke with Doomsday by his side... Doomsday leans in to whisper a few words, as Lucifer looks into the ring at his opponent with an intense look in his red eyes, as his eyes roll back into his head...]
SJD: Led to the ring by Doomsday... Fighting out of Parts Unknown and weighing in at 320 pounds... He is Lucifer!!!
[The two make their way down to the ring as the two never take their eyes off their opponent... His black leather jacket reads on the back, "Born to raise Hell"... The two get to ringside as he takes off his jacket and tosses it to Doomsday, as he looks back at him... Doomsday points to him and gives a nod as the big man climbs the steps and steps over the top ropes as his music quickly comes to an end... He looks down at his taped up hand and then across at his opponent and snarls to himself...]
SJD: His opponent...
[The opening chords to “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed wail... After the opening few lines and guitar interlude, Williams emerges... He walks out slowly, surveying the crowd... He salutes them by raising his axe handle, Ole’ Hickory into the air in one hand and the IXWA Extreme Warrior Championship in the other... He then points Ole' Hickory at his opponent in the ring...]
SJD: Hailing from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 280 pounds... He is the IXWA Extreme Warrior champion... He is “Random Violence” Jaaaaaaack Williaaaaaaaaaaaaaams!!!
[Williams deliberately makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope... He then ascends the near turnbuckle and scales it to the middle turnbuckle... He again salutes the crowd with the axe handle before jumping off the turnbuckle and handing both Ole' Hickory and the championship belt to the referee...]
TM: Let’s get this match underway...
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
MAIN EVENT:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Lucifer Vs "Random Violence" Jack Williams
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a swinging neckbreaker...
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jack Williams...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a clothesline...
Jack Williams falls out of the ring...
Perry Crabtree counts: one, two, three, Jack Williams re-enters the ring...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Lucifer goes for a Jackhammer, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a shoulderblock...
Jack Williams throws Lucifer out of the ring...
Jack Williams goes outside...
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jack Williams...
Doomsday comes from behind and distracts Jack Williams...
Lucifer shoves Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a powerslam...
Lucifer gets back into the ring...
Jack Williams follows him back in...
Lucifer is going for the cover...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with a release German suplex...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a running knee lift...
Lucifer executes a running knee lift on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is starting to get more cheers than boos...
Lucifer goes for a backbreaker, but Jack Williams counters it with a facerake...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a reverse DDT...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Jack Williams goes for a Gorilla Press, but Lucifer counters it with a facerake...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams out of the ring...
Lucifer goes outside...
Lucifer shoves Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Lucifer uses a choke slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams back into the ring...
Lucifer nails Jack Williams with a gutbuster...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with an elbow...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Lucifer misses with a shoulderblock...
Lucifer and Jack Williams get hit with a double clothesline...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Lucifer uses a flying clothesline on Jack Williams...
Lucifer goes for a big boot, but Jack Williams ducks out of the way...
Jack Williams executes a backward kick on Lucifer...
Jack Williams acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him...
Jack Williams hits a punch on Lucifer...
Jack Williams uses a jab on Lucifer...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Lucifer gets a chokehold on Jack Williams...
Perry Crabtree warns Lucifer to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Lucifer hits a big boot on Jack Williams...
Lucifer covers Jack Williams...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer goes for a dragon sleeper, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a clothesline...
Jack Williams falls out of the ring...
Lucifer goes through the ropes...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer gets back into the ring...
Jack Williams rolls back in under the bottom rope...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams uses a kick to the midsection on Lucifer...
Jack Williams goes for a right jab, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer nails Jack Williams with a powerbomb...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the ropes, but Jack Williams reverses it...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with an elbow...
Lucifer uses a spear on Jack Williams...
Lucifer catches Jack Williams in a chokehold...
Perry Crabtree warns Lucifer to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Lucifer uses a legdrop on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer goes for an avalanche in the corner, but Jack Williams side-steps and
Lucifer crashes to the canvas...
Jack Williams locks Lucifer in a chokehold...
Perry Crabtree warns Jack Williams to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a running clothesline...
Jack Williams uses the Snake Eyes on Lucifer...
Jack Williams uses a jawbreaker on Lucifer...
Jack Williams goes for a headbutt, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with a thrust to the throat...
Lucifer uses a full nelson slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the ropes...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a spinebuster...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams out of the ring...
Lucifer goes outside...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams into the ringpost...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams back into the ring...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a Samoan Drop...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with an avalanche in the corner...
The crowd is wildly cheering Lucifer with only a few scattered boos audible...
Lucifer uses a legdrop on Jack Williams...
Lucifer executes a clothesline on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer uses a sidewalk slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer goes for a flying shoulderblock, but Jack Williams ducks out of the way...
Jack Williams uses a reverse DDT on Lucifer...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits a flying lariat on Lucifer...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a bodyslam...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a flying kneedrop...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a series of jabs...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a clothesline...
Jack Williams uses a series of punches on Lucifer...
Jack Williams is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Jack Williams goes for a legdrop, but Lucifer rolls out of the way...
Lucifer goes for a headbutt, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a jawbreaker...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams chops Lucifer...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams executes a kick to the midsection on Lucifer...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Jack Williams goes for a running clothesline, but Lucifer ducks out of the way...
Lucifer kicks Jack Williams...
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers...
Lucifer chops Jack Williams...
Jack Williams kicks Lucifer...
The cheers for Jack Williams are drowning out the boos...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams seemingly enjoys the boos...
Lucifer punches Jack Williams...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a series of jabs...
Jack Williams puts Lucifer in a sleeperhold...
Perry Crabtree tells Lucifer to respond or he'll stop the fight...
Lucifer nods...
Lucifer gets a hold of the ropes after holding out for 20 seconds...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a hair pull takedown...
Jack Williams goes for a headsmash into the turnbuckle, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the turnbuckle...
Lucifer runs shoulder-first into the corner...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a spear...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a legdrop...
Lucifer hits a kick to the head on Jack Williams...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a swinging neckbreaker...
The cheers for Lucifer are drowning out the boos...
Lucifer executes the End of the Line on Jack Williams...
The cheers for Lucifer are drowning out the boos...
Lucifer goes for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Lucifer...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing to the quarter finals of the tournament – Lucifer!!!
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Winner: Lucifer
Time of match: 0:011:26
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TM: We’ve had an amazing night tonight... And we’ve seen four people advance to the quarter finals of the Survival of the Fittest tournament...
JT: Have to agree with you there and I have to say that I am looking forward to next weeks show too...
[The scene fades out with Lucifer standing over the fallen Williams...]
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Backstage:
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[The camera slowly pans up the right leg of someone; we can finally make out the words on the leg... 24 Hour Man... The camera continues until coming to rest on the face of Ric Beauty... Ric tilts his head to we can see the scar on his face... Then Ric smiles...]
RIC BEAUTY: Survival of the Fittest just got more interesting!!! And tonight it begins!!! The matches in the easy bracket are underway!!!
But next week, next week this tournament kicks into the main event!!! And take a look at this face; this is the face of the main event... Earl Bradshaw, one half of the West Florida Rednecks you are not the main event kid... And next week I am going to teach you about this business, you see no one knows more about this business than me...
[Ric stops and seems to remembering his long road, and the long hours on the road...]
So Earl Bradshaw, get ready... Because Earl, I am not just beating you...
And trust me kid, I AM beating you...
I am winning the whole damn thing, and then I am going on to take IXWA!!! This is my last run up the mountain, and I dare anyone to get in my way...
[The camera holds on a serious Ric, until his wry smile appears...]
© IXWA Productions 2014
CROWD: IXWA!!! IXWA!!!
[Our cameras quickly see two huge men walking into the building... One of the large men is wearing a tan t-shirt with brown khaki pants and brown boots that appeared to be covered in mud or at least we hope it is mud... The man has an intense look in his green eyes and a bag slug over his broad left shoulder...]
CROWD: YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!
[We see that it Doomsday...]
TM: The big man is in the house...
[Right next to him is a large man, only a couple of inches shorter than him... This gentleman is wearing a black t-shirt with black jeans and black boots... The young man has an intense look in his red eyes as it appears just by looking at him in the face he isn't in a good mood...]
CROWD: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
JT: Lucifer is here as well...
TM: I don't feel safe with this man around here...
JT: And you do with those three lunatics running around here?
TM: Lucifer doesn't appear to be in a good mood...
JT: This guy usually isn't...
TM: A couple of weeks ago the three masked men slammed his left hand into a locker and damaged it...
JT: And it cost him the Television championship later on that night...
[The cameras catch Lucifer wearing a large black glove on his left hand...]
TM: We see that he is wearing a glove...
JT: That hand can't be 100%...
TM: I agree, he has had only one week to rest...
[Doomsday looks at Lucifer as he just nods his head...]
Doomsday: Let's hurry and get you back to the locker room... Big night...
[Doomsday points to the left hand...]
Doomsday: Feeling OK?
[Lucifer looks at him with that if looks could kill, well than Doomsday would be...]
Lucifer: It is fine... I will knock Jack's head off his shoulders tonight...
[Doomsday smiles...]
Doomsday: That is what I want to hear...
[As they continue to walk toward the locker room...]
Voice: GUYS!!!
Doomsday: Why can't we just get to a locker room without being interrupted?
Lucifer: You want to beat someone up?
Doomsday: I would rather not get you fired...
[We see Mandy racing toward the two large men...]
Mandy: Guys, I got to get a word with you...
[Lucifer gets ready to jump, but Doomsday pushes him away...]
Doomsday: Mandy, this isn't a good time... Lucifer is itching to beat somebody up and right now you are looking like the best option to him...
Mandy: But---
Doomsday: We have gone over this before... This man has an iron clad contract, and you will be the one to be shown the door...
[Doomsday looks at Lucifer as he shakes his head...]
Doomsday: Mandy, why don't you just stand there and look stupid and allow me to say a few words?
[Doomsday grabs the microphone from Mandy... Then he gives her the evil eye...]
Doomsday: On second thought... Get out of our sight...
[Mandy walks away...]
Doomsday: Tonight is an important night for Lucifer... He gets his hands on Jack Williams as he tries to qualify for the Survival of the Fittest tournament... Jack, this will be the third time around that my man has been in the ring with you... Do I need to remind you of what has happened already?
[Footage is shown as Lucifer has pinned Jack Williams already twice...]
Doomsday: Tonight, Jack we are going to make it three in a row... You haven't beaten this man yet and after tonight you will be picking up yet another loss... Consider yourself a lucky man that the title isn't on the line because if it was then you could certainly kiss that title good bye... You see Jack, Lucifer is in a foul mood... He is not here to play around tonight... He is here to destroy you... His mission is to win at any cost...
[Lucifer holds up his left hand...]
Doomsday: Trust me, Jack... The left hand will not be a problem... We know that will be your target, and you can try and focus on that... However, a quick little note...
[An evil grin comes across Lucifer's lips...]
Doomsday: The right is just as dangerous as the left... Jack this tournament is another step into proving to everybody that Lucifer is a major player... I know, Jack that you have made some adjustments in how you plan on trying to defeat my man... We have made some adjustments as well...
[Doomsday looks back at Lucifer...]
Doomsday: Jack, you and the rest of the field are going to feel plenty of pain because this is the man that will win it all...
[A slight pause...]
Doomsday: Masked men!!! If you are listening and I am sure you are... You cost this man his Television championship... Whatever beef you have with Frostbite - that is between you guys, but when you cost this man that title and taken extra money from his pay check well then you made a big enemy out of the both of us... Don't get me wrong we have been friends with Frostbite for years and certainly have his back... But you crossed the line when you tried to not only hurt me, but this man as well... You thought Frostbite was dangerous, well then my friends...
[The camera zooms in on the intense look in Lucifer's red eyes...]
Doomsday: Your parents should have warned you... When you play with fire, you will get burned...
[He looks back once again at Lucifer...]
Doomsday: Liam, you are one lucky son of a gun... You beat this man when he was hurt... Don't get us wrong when would have done the same thing if we were in your shoes and attack an injured body part... We all know it is part of this business... Rest assured this man does have a rematch coming to him and when he gets that chance... You can rest assured that Television title will be back around this man's waist...
[Lucifer just points to Doomsday...]
Doomsday: That is right big man... One more thing...
[A wicked grin is now across Doomsday's lips...]
Doomsday: Last week we heard from Caleb Foley about their isn't any tag team competition around here for him and his partner... The last time, I checked Lucifer is on this roster and well I am his manager... But, if memory does serve me... Myself and Lucifer were tag team champions in this company before... Yes, I am semi-retired...
[Lucifer looks at Doomsday and gives him that “are you really serious?” look...]
Doomsday: However, it will take me all about two seconds to lace up my boots and for the Disciples to get back in that ring and win those tag team titles from you... Hell, Neil bugs us about putting the team back together... Whenever you two feel frisky enough you let us know and Neil can book the match...
CROWD: OHHHHHHHH!!!
Doomsday: Jack, tonight consider it a three-peat... Lucifer is going to beat you one more time and then will move on and kick the next person’s ass and move on, until we win it all...
[Lucifer tugs on Doomsday t-shirt...]
Doomsday: I guess the big man is ready to roll...
[Doomsday slams the microphone on the ground...]
[Fade to black...]
[The eerie strums of a bass chord...]
IXWA PRESENTS:
[Guitars kick in...]
#Cue "I Predict A Riot" by Kaiser Chiefs#
[Justin Taylor and Tony Monroe arrive and sit at the IXWA Announcer's table... Taylor leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up as he slicks back his hair... Fast motion style, we see the venue fill to capacity with screaming fans!!!]
#Watching the people get lairy#
#It's not very pretty I tell thee#
[The Wang Dynasty lay in to an unidentified team with a pair of chair shots!!! Bang Wang leaps up to Chang Wang's raised hand to slap him five...]
#Walking through town is quite scary#
#And not very sensible either#
[Mike Gionet floats through the air to the ringside area and lands on Scotty Bloom... He spins up to his feet and leans back against the guardrail, the fans at ringside celebrating with the death-defying highflier!!!]
#A friend of a friend he got beaten#
#He looked the wrong way at a policeman#
[Max Caschera applies a VICIOUS crossface to Ned Norton, screaming bloody murders as he wrenches back nearly snapping the man's neck!!!]
#La-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
#Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
[Jack Williams, dripping in sweat, hoists Archibald Smythe up and hit the Redemption Driver and then gets to his feet and Lucifer rips him in half with a blindsided spear!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[The Wang Bros driving The Masked Terror's head into the mat with a devastating double DDT!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Caleb Foley seen with Scotty Bloom on the ring apron, Foley suplexes Bloom off the apron and out of view!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[We see Archibald Smythe leap off the ring apron with a flying DDT on Ned Norton!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Scotty Bloom sitting on the top rope... The Masked Terror then delivers a top-rope powerbomb, driving Bloom to the canvas!!!]
#And if there's anybody left in here,#
#That doesn't want to be out there... #
[Max Caschera fights to get The Masked Terror into position and then drills him into the canvas with End of a Legend...]
#La-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
#Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la#
[A bloodied and battered Caleb Foley pulls Lucifer up... And gets nailed with a knee to the mid-section!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Mike Hunt hit the "G" spot on Kody Van Damn!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Johnny Blayze holds JD Stormcloud up!!! Archibald Smythe punched Stormcloud -- laying him out in the ring!!! Smythe went to cover, but Leonard in from behind nailed Smythe with a boot to the back of the head...]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Chaos in the ring as Ric Beauty and Henry Auster are clawing through the sea of turquoise shirted IXWA security!!! The guards hold the two men apart, until Archibald Smythe springs out and nails Beauty with a steel chair shot to the head!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[Double Entendres are shown jabbing their jaws on the microphone, Tiberius Nixon exchanging heated words!!! Security storms the entrance ramp and hauls Dick Ryder & Mike Hunt out of the building!!!]
#And if there's anybody left in here,#
#That doesn't want to be out there!!!#
[Through a window we see a man tied in a straight jacket, viciously throwing himself around the padded room... He rushes the window, smashing his head repeatedly against the Plexiglas, drawing blood from his own forehead... He rips through a silent scream: The man is clearly insane!!!]
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
#I PREDICT A RIOT!!!#
[The music dies down, and replaced with the live, capacity crowd screaming their heads off!!!]
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* FRIDAY NIGHT BEATDOWN *
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Ringside:
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TM: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to Friday Night Beatdown... The road to Survival of the Fittest supercard begins tonight...
JT: It does indeed – the tournament starts night and we’re going to be concentrating on the top half of the tournament tonight...
TM: Indeed... And as of right now, we don’t know who some of the participants are going to be in the bottom half...
JT: Yeah!!! Bonser needs to get his finger out of his ass and sort it out... Let’s take it to Joey Diamond in the ring...
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[“Clubbed to Death” by Escala starts over the PA as “Aristocratic” Archibald Smythe walks out from the locker room area and stops to apparently revel in the negative reaction from the crowd...]
SJD: Hailing from Royal Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, England and weighing in at 243 pounds... “Aristocratic” Archibald Smythe!!!
[After a second or two, he sneers at the crowd and walks down to the ring and walks up the ring steps and climbs through the ropes...]
SJD: His opponent...
[As Rise Against's "Satellite" begins with its power chords, the handsome young Mike Gionet sprints into view... He's got a blue and white color scheme going on - teal half tights, white boots, and his elbow and knee pads in a much darker navy blue to contrast with the tights... He also has one of the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Championships around his waist... Gionet's obvious enthusiasm as he makes a quick entrance gets the crowd excited as well, Mike taking time to slap a couple of hands before he has to head down the ramp and dive under the bottom rope into the ring...]
SJD: From Hawthorne, California and weighing in at 196 pounds... He is one half of the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Champions - Mike Gionet!!!
[He leaps to his feet, smiling, and runs to one of the corners, facing the entrance while he pumps his fists and mentally prepares...]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
"Aristocratic" Archibald Smythe Vs Mike Gionet
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a drop toe hold...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a drop toe hold...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a back suplex...
Mike Gionet goes for a spinning neckbreaker, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Archibald Smythe whips Mike Gionet into the ropes...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a swinging neckbreaker...
Mike Gionet attempts to place Archibald Smythe on the turnbuckle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Mike Gionet uses a brainbuster on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet throws Archibald Smythe out of the ring...
Perry Crabtree counts: one, two, three, Archibald Smythe re-enters the ring...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a backdrop...
Mike Gionet covers Archibald Smythe...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe uses a backbreaker on Mike Gionet...
Archibald Smythe uses a gutwrench suplex on Mike Gionet...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, shoulder up...
Archibald Smythe goes for an arm wringer, but Mike Gionet flips over...
Mike Gionet goes for a rolling reverse cradle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Archibald Smythe whips Mike Gionet into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe executes a flying clothesline on Mike Gionet...
The crowd is starting to get behind Archibald Smythe...
Archibald Smythe catches Mike Gionet in a side headlock...
Mike Gionet is struggling to reach the ropes...
Mike Gionet is valiantly trying to break the hold...
Mike Gionet grabs the ropes after holding out for 13 seconds...
Archibald Smythe goes for a knifehand chop, but Mike Gionet counters it with a single-leg takedown into a leglock...
Archibald Smythe is struggling to reach the ropes...
Archibald Smythe gets a hold of the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a back suplex...
Mike Gionet whips Archibald Smythe into the ropes, but Archibald Smythe reverses it...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a backdrop...
Archibald Smythe throws Mike Gionet out of the ring...
Mike Gionet hangs on to the top rope for dear life...
Mike Gionet pulls himself back in...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a clothesline...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a hiptoss...
Mike Gionet hits a flying forearm on Archibald Smythe...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Mike Gionet complains about a slow count...
Mike Gionet throws Archibald Smythe into the turnbuckle...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a kick to the chest...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a kick to the chest...
Mike Gionet takes Archibald Smythe down with a spinning heel kick...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a double foot stomp...
Mike Gionet whips Archibald Smythe into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a backdrop...
Archibald Smythe falls out of the ring...
Mike Gionet jumps onto him with a plancha...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Mike Gionet shoves Archibald Smythe into the guardrail...
Mike Gionet hits a flying bodypress on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet re-enters the ring...
Archibald Smythe rolls back in under the bottom rope...
Mike Gionet goes for a flying huracanrana, but Archibald Smythe side-steps and
Mike Gionet crashes to the canvas...
Archibald Smythe takes Mike Gionet down with a vertical suplex...
Archibald Smythe runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet misses with a kick...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a kick...
Archibald Smythe uses a European uppercut on Mike Gionet...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with an armdrag...
Archibald Smythe goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Mike Gionet counters it with a side suplex...
Mike Gionet is met with a "Just go home" chant...
Mike Gionet uses a back suplex on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet goes for a Russian legsweep, but Archibald Smythe counters it with an elbowsmash...
Archibald Smythe goes for a German suplex, but Mike Gionet counters it with an elbowsmash...
Mike Gionet uses a flying armdrag on Archibald Smythe...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with a Huracanrana...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Mike Gionet nails Archibald Smythe with an armdrag...
Mike Gionet puts Archibald Smythe in a wristlock...
Archibald Smythe grabs the ropes after 5 seconds...
Mike Gionet goes for a dropsault, but Archibald Smythe side-steps and
Mike Gionet crashes to the canvas...
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Archibald Smythe...
Archibald Smythe goes for a shoulderblock, but Mike Gionet counters it with a legscissors takedown...
Mike Gionet attempts to place Archibald Smythe on the turnbuckle, but Archibald Smythe blocks it...
Mike Gionet hits a leg lariat on Archibald Smythe...
There is no crowd reaction...
Mike Gionet hits a Russian legsweep on Archibald Smythe...
The crowd doesn't seem to care...
Mike Gionet runs into the ropes...
Archibald Smythe hits Mike Gionet with a hiptoss...
Archibald Smythe runs into the ropes...
Mike Gionet hits Archibald Smythe with a shoulderblock...
Mike Gionet is going for the cover...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd doesn't seem to care...
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Winner: Mike Gionet
Time of match: 0:06:31
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SJD: The winner of the match and advancing in the Survival of the Fittest tournament – Mike Gionet!!!
TM: Gionet – half of the tag team champions is into the quarter-finals of the tournament...
JT: I wonder if his partner will make it through as well?
TM: We’ll find that out later on this evening... Right now though – I understand one of the IXWA’s latest signings is backstage...
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Backstage:
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[We cut backstage at the Walter Pyramid... Even with the poor lighting, it is easily seen that this is one of the IXWA's private locker rooms... A table is set up and upon the table rests various foods, predominately a very rare steak and a bottle of Merlot... Hands, one bearing a knife and another a fork come forward... The knife is used to slice a slender ribbon from the steak and it is offered to thick lips, lips hidden mostly by a bushy beard... The camera pulls away to show Johnny Blayze lounging back on some sort of Gothic throne... Blayze's dark eyes meet the camera as he takes a bite and chews carefully before speaking to anyone watching this video...]
JB: It has long been a custom of our great ancestors to live well in the days before a deadly battle, and even better after surviving one... To eat the foods that make them most content...
[He pauses to take a bite from a piece of unidentified golden fruit...]
JB: A warrior race has such customs to honor those among them who would battle on for the betterment of those who cannot... Those who may not see the next days moon or... worse... those that WILL see the next days moon, but never again be allowed to take the field of battle...
[Blayze takes another bite of the pink steak, the blood and juice flowing from it in drips and slightly staining his facial hair as he takes that flesh between his teeth and bites it from the fork... His eyes close as he enjoys the meat... And he leans back...]
JB: For those within The Church of the Beyond, there is no worse fate then to die covered in the blood of your foes... It is a disgrace that cannot be reconciled... It is an ultimate dishonor... Most of all, it forbids you entrance to the Great War in the here after... The gates of Valhalla will be closed, to such a man...
[There's a knock on the door and Blayze's eyes grow intense, his eyes glittering with malice... contempt as he stares off in the off-screen direction of the knock... In to the room steps IXWA's resident interviewer, Mandy McGraff...]
MM: Umm... Mister Blayze?
[Johnny Blayze pushes the food away in disgust and just stares at the insipid blonde who has interrupted him...]
MM: I was wondering if you had something to say about your match tonight against Liam Donegal...
JB: Foolish girl... I was just speaking on that before you interrupted me... I need not someone to hold a microphone for me to preach my gospel... But if you must be here and do your busy work, then do so without uttering another word...
[Mandy McGraff back pedals a bit, clearly not looking to upset a man who eats rare steak...]
MM: Uhh... Whatever you say, Mister Blayze...
JB: Pay attention little girl and you may learn something... Same goes for you, Liam Donegal... This fate I speak of is no longer a fate I fear... For when my times comes... I know I will be covered in the blood of my foes... and I will not come alone... Liam, these words I speak are sacred and holy... Things that I feel you know nothing about... In the religion of violence... I am a Zealot... While men such as yourself and others in IXWA are merely old disciples!!!
[Blayze's eyes grow more fevered as he speaks, his mouth begins to actually spittle as his face turns crimson... His arms sweep across the table before him, dumping everything on the floor... Mandy McGraff jumps out of the way, afraid of getting cow blood all over her fancy dress...]
JB: My bloodlines are one and the same with violence!!! My understanding of it and sacrifice knows no bounds!!! For victory is all that matters!!! Victory!!! At any and all costs!!! Look at my past!!! Look as the fires of my hatred have burned and consumed every man I have faced!!! Are any of the men who will face me in the weeks to come prepared for what I will bring?!!! Will Mike Gionet or Archibald Smythe have the intensity required to meet mine!!!? How about Max Caschera or Frostbite? Are you prepared for the fire that burns from within me, that which will scorch and cleans my enemies?!!!
[His fists clench into tight balls as he speaks, mouth nearly foaming as spittle flies from his now dry looking lips... Shaking both fists before him... When he speaks again, that rage is gone... calm again, like a sea after a great storm... His voice is even keel now...]
JB: Liam... A warning to you... Do not come to the arena... And to the IXWA officials... Do not allow him entrance... For if you do, his fate is on YOUR hands... His blood will haunt YOUR nightmares!!! I promise you that before the night is through, you will BEG to me for mercy... And will receive NONE!!! And as you lay in Long Beach Memorial, lost in your own mind at the end of the night, imagining the Hells you would damn me to, you shall look to all that your mind has created and claim it as your own personal Paradise!!! For the reality I will bring is far worse then any Hell that even Dante himself could ever imagine!!!
[His chest heaving, Johnny Blayze's face is now beet red yet his mouth still forms a snarl... And as his cold black eyes stare into the camera, it pulls in to take a tight shot of The Pyschotic One...]
MM: OK then... Back to ringside, I guess...
[Actually Mandy – there’s something we need to see in the parking lot...]
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Parking Lot:
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[We join the conversation in progress...]
Caleb Foley: Let me introduce myself my name is "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley... I just want to say what an honor it is to finally to meet you...
Frostbite: Caleb, I might say the same thing... I certainly know who you are... No need for introductions there...
[A slight pause...]
Frostbite: I am glad that I got the chance to catch you before your match tonight... I just wanted to thank you for your help last week... Those three masked men are getting to quite a pain in the butt... They need to be stopped...
Caleb Foley: No need to thank me... I am sure you would have done the same for me if I was in trouble...
[A brief pause from Foley before he continues... Almost as if he is waiting for something...]
Caleb Foley: By the way my condolences about your wife passing... Man she was a fighter just like yourself... I may not have known her personally but I can tell your love for each other was pure and will be forever... I am sure you have heard this a few hundred times but if you ever need someone to talk to I am only a phone call away...
Frostbite: Thank you... Rebecca would have liked you... I am fine; it took a couple of months to get over her death... But I found a way to cope with it and that is by getting back in that ring... Besides, Rebecca would have wanted that way... But, I will keep the offer in mind though...
Caleb Foley: Do you have any idea who these masked men are? I mean they seem to have some serious beef with you...
Frostbite: I don't have any clues... I have tried racking my brain as to who I really believe it is... Certainly being in this business for almost ten years - I have made a few enemies and thought maybe it could be a few of them... But, quite honestly, I don't think it is anybody that I have ever been in the ring with before... These idiots have told me if, I didn't leave them they were going to destroy my career and the people I associate with as well...
[He looks at Caleb...]
Frostbite: After last week, you might become a possible victim as well...
Caleb Foley: Me? A victim? I have always been labelled as the easy target wherever I go... But see that doesn't bother me... Knock me down and I'll get right back up... The only question these guys should be asking themselves is what happens when that one time you try to knock me down and I block or counter it... Will they be able to dig deep and get back up just as many times as I have?
[Foley flashes that famous smile of his before he finishes his train of thought...]
Caleb Foley: Well from an outsiders viewpoint it looks like these men know a lot about you... I'm sure it is just someone looking to make a name for themselves off of your legacy... Don't let them get into your head... Remain calm at all times... Just be careful when you turn those hallways corners I have seen some crazy stuff happen backstage before...
Frostbite: You don't need to worry about anything... I have your back... Besides, I don't want to take anymore of your time... You have a match to get ready for later on this evening...
Caleb Foley: Yes I have an important match tonight against Dexter Payne... It should be a solid match as both of us have been on a bit of a streak lately... I'm looking forward to it...
Frostbite: Best of luck... I will address these idiots later on tonight... Neil has giving me sometime and I will go into the ring and call them out...
Caleb Foley: Well I look forward to what you have to say tonight... And don't worry if those masked man try and ruin your time I'll just have to bring my good old trusty shillelagh with me to the ring to break it up... You know us Irish we love a great party...
[Frostbite laughs...]
Frostbite: I have it under control... Besides, with you and Doomsday and Lucifer around... I like the odds...
[The two shakes hands as they head inside...]
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Backstage:
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[Cut backstage to the locker room area where Mandy McGaff is standing by with IXWA Television Champion Liam Donegal and a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady, Donegal in his red wrestling trunks and a CSU Long Beach hoodie, and the young lady in jean shorts and a white IXWA t-shirt... Giving the mystery women "the eye" once as she turns to face the camera, Mandy speaks...]
MM: I'm here with the IXWA Television Champion, Liam Donegal, and his -- sister maybe? Sorry, sweetie, I didn't get your name...
LD: Mandy, this is MJ Carter... MJ and I both trained at the same wrestling school back east in Boston...
MM: I see... And what, may I ask, is she doing here tonight? Just visiting I hope...
MJC: Sorry, _sweetie_, but I guess I'm going to have to disappoint you... As of today, I'm a card-carrying manager here in the IXWA and I'll be coming to the ring with Liam for his match against Johnny Blayze...
MM: Really? I wasn't aware that the management requirements here in the IXWA had fallen so low...
LD: Um, Mandy, if you want to finish this interview, I'd give some serious thought to changing your tone... MJ's trained as a wrestler, just like me, and I'd hate to see you say something that might end up with you out cold on the floor...
MM: I don't think that will ever happen, Liam, but I'll be nice as a personal favor to you... So, tonight, you're facing Johnny Blayze, a newcomer to the IXWA, in a first round qualifying match for Survival of the Fittest... How do you rate your chances of winning?
LD: Well, first, I appreciate the "favor", Mandy, but I'd still tone it down a bit if I were you... You're, um, a lot more aggressive than your sister; I'll say that much for you... Now, as far as tonight's match-up against Johnny Blayze is concerned, what can I really say? He calls himself "The Psychotic One", right? Is that a name he gave himself to sound tougher than he is or is that a name he actually _earned_?
MM: I don't know, actually...
LD: It doesn't matter, honestly... If it's a name he gave himself, then he's got some serious identity issues he needs to work out... I've got a sister-in-law who's a psychologist, actually, so maybe those two need to hook up for a session or three... But, if "The Psychotic One" is a name he's _earned_ by his actions in the ring, he's come to the right place... After all, I've been here a month and, in almost every match I've wrestled, I've given away at least 50 pounds, if not more, to my opponents and I've still managed to come out on top every time... If that's not crazy, Mandy, then I'm not sure what is...
MM: So you're not intimidated by a man they call "Psychotic", not in the least?
LD: Mandy, I'll tell you the same thing I told your sister once... I come from a big family... All boys... And we fought... A lot... Even though I was the youngest and the smallest, I still won more than my fair share of those fights and there was no referee standing by to call for a break if things got out of control... So if being a wrestler; if being the IXWA Television Champion means I have to get in the ring with a guy who calls himself crazy every now and then, what can I say other than "Let's do this..."
MM: There you have it, wrestling fans... Up next, Survival of the Fittest continues as Liam Donegal squares off against-----
[Suddenly a woman's voice from off-camera interrupts...]
V/O: Mandy McGraff, when I get my hands on you for locking me in the ladies' room...
LD: Um, Mandy, was that your sister? I wondered why you were out here and not...
V/O: MANDY!!!
MM: Gotta go... Back to you guys!!!
[And the camera cuts back to...]
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Ringside:
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[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[The lights go out and the crowd pops as the opening bridge of “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas begins to blast out over the PA...]
# Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more #
[A single spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp as Liam Donegal and MJ Carter step out onto the stage... Raising his left hand to point out at the crowd, Donegal pounds his right fist twice to his chest in a salute, then slowly makes his way down the aisle... He is wearing a pair of plain red wrestling trunks, black knee and elbow pads, and black boots... He also has the IXWA Television Championship belt around his waist...]
# Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
SJD: Hailing from Boston, MA and weighing in at 218 pounds... Being accompanied to the ring by the lovely MJ Carter, he is the IXWA Television Champion – Liam Donegal!!!
[Stopping at the foot of the ring, Donegal turns to look out at the crowd, nods his head as if satisfied by what he sees, then climbs up the stairs to the ring apron, holding the ropes for his manager before stepping into the ring himself...]
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more #
[Mounting the second turnbuckle facing the ramp, Donegal salutes the crowd a second time, then hops back down into the ring and waits for his opponents as the music fades to a close... He hands the championship belt to the referee...]
SJD: His opponent,
[The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Lorde begins to play over the sound system... The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps "The Psychotic One" Johnny Blayze - a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard... He is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them)... His ensemble is completed by a black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head...]
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Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
we will find you##
TM: I've heard some good stuff about this guy... He's fearless and a little bit crazy...
JT: That's as may be but he's facing a man who is as yet undefeated in the IXWA and currently holds the IXWA Television championship...
[Blayze stands at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on... He then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon his face...]
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Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
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[Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring... The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hood...]
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There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come crumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
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[He then removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside...]
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All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
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[The music fades as Blayze backs into his corner... The ring announcer then introduces him to the crowd...]
SJD: From The Church of The Beyond - weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds...
"THE PSYCHOTIC ONE"
JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!
**CHORUS OF BOOS**
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Liam Donegal Vs "The Psychotic One" Johnny Blayze
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Liam Donegal throws Johnny Blayze out of the ring...
Liam Donegal rolls out under the bottom rope...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a dropkick...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: 1...
Liam Donegal climbs back into the ring...
Johnny Blayze climbs back into the ring...
Liam Donegal throws Johnny Blayze into the turnbuckle...
Liam Donegal runs shoulder-first into the corner...
Liam Donegal hits a sitdown faceslam on Johnny Blayze...
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for a clothesline, but Johnny Blayze ducks out of the way...
Johnny Blayze hits a low blow on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a shoulderblock to the midsection...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a short clothesline...
Johnny Blayze is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze goes for a Shining Wizard, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a bodyslam...
Liam Donegal goes for an arm trap shoulder neckbreaker, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze chops Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
Johnny Blayze punches Liam Donegal...
The crowd is booing Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze gets a chokehold on Liam Donegal...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson warns Johnny Blayze to let go...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, three, four...
Johnny Blayze uses a pumphandle slam on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze hits Liam Donegal with a sitdown faceslam...
The crowd is booing Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Liam Donegal nails Johnny Blayze with a firemans carry into a DDT...
Liam Donegal uses a snap mare on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal takes Johnny Blayze down with a bodyslam...
Liam Donegal uses a flying bodypress on Johnny Blayze...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Liam Donegal executes a flying dropkick on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal goes for a jab, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze executes a fisherman buster on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze hits a bodyslam on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze hits a belly-to-back suplex on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for the Death From Above, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Johnny Blayze nails Liam Donegal with a big boot...
Johnny Blayze uses a shoulderblock to the midsection on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for a backbreaker, but Liam Donegal counters it with a facerake...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal chops Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for a kick to the midsection, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze whips Liam Donegal into the ropes, but Liam Donegal reverses it...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with an enzuigiri...
Liam Donegal nails Johnny Blayze with a firemans carry into a DDT...
A small "Liam Donegal" chant is being started...
Liam Donegal goes for a surfboard, but Johnny Blayze blocks it...
Johnny Blayze goes for a bearhug, but Liam Donegal counters it with a punch...
In turn, Johnny Blayze counters it with a roundhouse right...
Johnny Blayze runs into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze misses with a clothesline...
Liam Donegal misses with an elbow...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a kick...
Liam Donegal uses a swinging neckbreaker on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal hits a flying axhandle on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal is going for the pin...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Liam Donegal gets a dragon sleeper on Johnny Blayze...
Johnny Blayze is struggling to reach the ropes...
Johnny Blayze inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for 7 seconds...
Liam Donegal runs into the ropes...
Liam Donegal uses a swinging neckbreaker on Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal hits Johnny Blayze with a German suplex...
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, Liam Donegal lifts a shoulder, two, in the ropes...
Liam Donegal goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Johnny Blayze counters it with a side suplex...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze is going for the cover...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, kickout...
Johnny Blayze executes an elevated facebuster on Liam Donegal...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Johnny Blayze uses a Death Valley Driver on Liam Donegal...
Johnny Blayze goes for a chokehold, but Liam Donegal blocks it...
Liam Donegal kicks Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal chops Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal executes a snap suplex on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal whips Johnny Blayze into the ropes...
Johnny Blayze goes for a running clothesline, but Liam Donegal ducks out of the way...
Liam Donegal hits a firemans carry into a DDT on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal hits a Russian legsweep on Johnny Blayze...
Liam Donegal executes the Warp Spasm on Johnny Blayze...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
Liam Donegal goes for the pin...
"Sledgehammer" Steve Anderson counts: One, two, three...
The crowd is starting to get behind Liam Donegal...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing in the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament – the IXWA Television champion – Liam Donegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!
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Winner: Liam Donegal
Time of match: 0:07:22
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TM: What a hell of a match... And Donegal is still undefeated!!!
JT: Blayze certainly has nothing at all to be ashamed of... He put in a hell of a performance and I see nothing but good stuff in his future...
TM: Absolutely... It won’t be long before he has a championship of some sort strapped around his waist...
JT: No argume-----
["Hunt You Down" by Salvia is blasting over the sound system...]
CROWD: YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!
TM: Frostbite is making his way out here...
JT: Even though he isn't scheduled for tonight show... He did tell Caleb Foley out in the parking lot that Neil has giving him this time to address a few things...
[Frostbite pushes back the black curtain...]
CROWD: FROSTBITE!!! FROSTBITE!!!
TM: This crowd is going nuts over this guy...
JT: My question for you would be... Is this a wise move on his part? You don't know when those three masked men will show up...
TM: We don't know if they are even here tonight... They come out of nowhere...
[Frostbite is slapping hands of a few of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring...]
JT: What a battle that he and Jack Williams had last week...
TM: If those masked men hadn't interfered in that match... I would have loved to see how it turned out...
JT: I am going to guess that Neil, may very well book a rematch because of what happened last week...
TM: Haven't heard, but I am sure Neil might be giving it some serious thought...
[Frostbite jumps up on the ring apron and then jumps over the top ropes... He asks for a microphone and is handed one...]
CROWD: FROSTBITE!!!
[Frostbite leans over the ropes as begins to speak...]
Frostbite: First off, thank you for the warm response...
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I will not waste too much time because Neil has put together a great show... The Survival of the Fittest tournament starts... Plenty of great matches, and I will sit in the back and just like you people out here enjoy the great action...
[A slight pause...]
Frostbite: Onto business... First off, Jack Williams... Great match last week... I am sorry that we didn't get the chance to finish it properly... And trust when I say this... It is far from being unfinished...
CROWD: YEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: You have something that I want around my waist... The Extreme Warrior title... You are the hunted, and there is going to be another time and place for the two of us... When that time comes, rest assured the title will be mine...
[Frostbite strokes his chin...]
Frostbite: Now to the three masked men... You three have caused many problems since I have arrived in this company... You certainly have some beef with me about something... For the life of me I can't figure out why... I have tried my best to figure out who in the hell you three are? I can't get any type of feel for you... I figure maybe it was somebody from my past that has comeback to finally get me... But then again it dawn on me... Maybe you three are looking to make a name for yourselves... You figure why not pick on Frostbite... He has been in this industry for almost 10 years... This would be the prefect guy to take out and start some type of legacy for yourselves... I can understand that... I was the same way when I first stated out... I would call out a few big dogs in the yard and challenge them... They step up... But one thing, I learned at just a young age is that be careful what you wish for because those veterans were greats for a reason... I got my tail handed to me by a few, but I learned from it... A couple of years later, I defeated those same guys, I called out before... This will not become one of those stories... This dog can and will teach you a few new tricks... This one dog that you want no part of...
CROWD: YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I don't mind taking a butt whipping by three nobodies... But when you decide to beat on my friends... Then we have a serious issue... It wasn't a bright move, especially when you tick off two seven foot monsters... You decide to beat on two young men that were asking me for advise... They had no business whatsoever involved in our business... For the life of me I just can't figure out... Why do you hide your identity from us? Why don't you take those masks off? Allow us to see just who you really are? Then again, maybe you three are cowards...
CROWD: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Frostbite: I would like to know whose tail I am going to kick... Why don't you have some balls and sign a contract and get in the ring with me... I am sure Neil would be more than happy to give you the chance to show us what you have... I have no problem getting into the ring with either of you... Whether it is a single match, tag team or six man... But these attacks are going to stop right now... I am tired of being the hunted... From here on out... You three are the hunted... I am standing here right now, why don't you show your faces?
TM: Is he serious?
Frostbite: I am standing in this ring... Come on down...
JT: I don't know if this is wise...
Frostbite: You know what? How about I come and find you...
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
[He tosses the microphone on the mat as he gets ready to leave the ring... Suddenly our cameras are out in the parking lot as we see the three masked men standing right next to Frostbite's car... The three masked men all have baseball bat in their hands... They are all wearing black ski mask with all green from neck on down with back boots...]
Smaller mask man: Frostbite, we hear trying to bark out some worthless orders... We aren't your puppets... Nobody tells us what do to... I find it rather funny that you stand in that ring and wanted to know why we don't we sign a contract... We don't want any contracts... I mission is to take you out... You see Frostbite you have spend 10 years in this business being the biggest jerk there is... The three of us sat in our homes and watched you become a punk... Whatever happened to the old Frostbite... The one that we watched for the first four years of your career would stab his own mother in the back if they meant further your career... You put together one of the top stables in ICWF history, TKM... My god, nobody could touch you and Adam Northstar or Dexter Payne and Adam Flash... Come on man, what about those five star matches that you had with Eraser... But look at you now; you are not the same man...
[A slight pause...]
Smaller mask man: You care what these people think...
CROWD: YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Smaller mask man: Hell, you even found yourself a nice woman to settle down with... But how did that work out for you? It didn't because you put her in the ground in Seattle her hometown right next to her dear old grandmother...
JT: This isn't right...
Smaller mask man: You see Frostbite we know all about you and you now nothing about us... Trust me in due time you will but before you do... We are here to turn your world upside down... Sure beating on your friends was actually fun... But that is getting boring... We tried to warn you to leave this company and never come back... But you decide to let your ego cloud your judgement... You got to hang around and win the big one... My question is simply this... Are you winning the title for these people?
CROWD: YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Smaller mask man: Are you trying to win it for dear old Rebecca? After all that shouldn't matter after all she is dead... Answer me this, Frostbite? Do you still want to do it with her?
TM: They are crossing the line...
[Frostbite jumps onto the floor...]
Smaller mask man: Frostbite before you come racing out here... I want you to look at your car... I know how important it is to you... This was the first car that you bought after you broke into this business and made enough to afford this thing... You hold this car near and dear to you... You haven't brought another car... It holds plenty of memories for you... I hear a story that after a date you and your dead wife got it on in the back seat...
JT: That is just too much...
Small mask man: Boys, I think we need to help Frostbite out here... I think he needs to get himself a new car...
[The three masked men start taking baseball bat and begin to bash his car... The bigger masked men pound on the hood of the car as they put a huge dent into it... The smaller masked man takes a bat and knocks out all of the windows in the car... Then he takes out the headlights as well... The bigger masked men once again pound the hood of the car until it caves in... They take the baseball bat and beat on the door until they are just about hanging off... The three masked men then rip the doors off the car...]
TM: I don't believe this...
[Frostbite quickly races to the parking lot... The three masked men then with all of their strength flip the car over to its side...]
Smaller mask man: Until, next time...
[They race away, knowing that Frostbite is hot on their heels... Frostbite reaches the parking lot as he is just in a state of shock...]
JT: I just don't know what to say...
TM: They crossed way over the line...
Frostbite: GET BACK HERE NOW!!! YOUR ASSES ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
[Our cameras continue to look at the car as we head back to ringside...]
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[Two young men are throwing around “the pigskin” in a park somewhere. Then one of them catches the ball and tosses it to the ground as he starts to stumble around before collapsing on the ground.]
Guy #1: Dude, I’m getting so thirsty and tired.
[His buddy comes in to view.]
Guy #2: Well it looks like some one needs to slurp a BURP-A-LURP™.
Horrible singing: BUUUUUUUUURRRRP-A-LUUUUUUUUURRRRP™™™!!!!!!
[Guy #2 stands over top of the first man who is lying motionless on the ground. He holds a two litre bottle filled with some questionable, horrible tasting red solution.]
Guy #2: IT’S A RESCUE MISSION!!!!
[And with that, Guy #2 proceeds to dump the entire two litres of ‘BURP-A-LURP™’ on his friend’s face! Then we have close up the first guy looking like he has then jumped right back up off the ground.]
Guy #1: I FEEL SOOOOOOOOO REINVIGORATED!!!!!
[Then we cut to the ‘BURP-A-LURP™’ cola logo.]
Off screen voice: BURP-A-LURP™! It puts the (belching ‘urp‘ noise) in burp!
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TM: We’re back and I am still in shock at what happened before the break...
JT: I can’t beneath they just trashed Frosty’s car...
TM: Neither can I... The show has to go on though and up next we have a tag team debut in the form of the West Miami Rednecks...
[Scene cuts again to mid-ring...]
SJD: This tag team contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first...
["Perfection [dancefloor mix]" by Soul Seekerz starts over the PA as two men step through the entranceway side by side... They are both wearing red wrestling trunks and black boots... They are also wearing matching red satin waistcoats with the words "New Bad Boys" stitched in black on the back... They make the way to the ring - Leonard has his ever present knee brace on his left leg and uses the cane that should help him to walk to poke and jeer at the fans near ringside... JD Stormcloud slides under the bottom rope as Leonard makes his way up the ring steps... They take off their waistcoats revealing hairy chests and washboard abdominals...]
SJD: At a total combined weight of 370lbs - they are "The Angry Warrior" JD Stormcloud and "Mr Heartbreak Himself" Leonard... They are - The Neeeeeww Baaaaaad Booyyyyyysss!!!
SJD: Their opponents...
[The opening refrain of "A Country Boy Can Survive" blares over the house PA as Joey and Earl Bradshaw make their way to the ring... Both men, dressed in their usual attire of sleeveless t-shirts and baggy cutoffs, slowly stalk towards the ring while shouting insults at their opponents...]
SJD: Hailing from Cottondale, Florida and weighing in at a total combined weight of 480 pounds... Earl Bradshaw... Joey Bradshaw... THE WEST FLORIDA REDNECKS
[They climb through the ropes and crisscross the ring, bouncing off the ropes and meeting in mid ring where they jump and bump their hips together... As the music fades they go to their corner and confer with one another until the bell rings...]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Tag Team Debut:
The New Bad Boys Vs The West Miami Rednecks
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Earl Bradshaw punches JD Stormcloud...
Quite a few boos are audible...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud...
Earl Bradshaw is starting to get under the crowd's skin...
JD Stormcloud chops Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud punches Earl Bradshaw...
JD Stormcloud is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
JD Stormcloud sends Earl Bradshaw into the turnbuckle...
Earl Bradshaw comes back and rocks JD Stormcloud with a kick to the midsection...
Joey Bradshaw enters the ring to make it two-on-one...
Joey Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with a short clothesline...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with an enzuigiri...
Leonard enters the ring, but gets cut off...
Earl Bradshaw and Joey Bradshaw hit JD Stormcloud with a double DDT...
Joey Bradshaw leaves the ring...
Earl Bradshaw throws JD Stormcloud out of the ring...
Earl Bradshaw goes outside...
Earl Bradshaw clears the announcers' table...
Earl Bradshaw sets up JD Stormcloud on the announcers' table...
Earl Bradshaw tries to drive JD Stormcloud through the table with a somersault legdrop, but he moves out of the way...
The table is broken in half...
JD Stormcloud goes for a spinning thrust kick, but Earl Bradshaw blocks it...
Earl Bradshaw nails JD Stormcloud with a flying huracanrana...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Earl Bradshaw throws JD Stormcloud into the guardrail...
Earl Bradshaw grabs a chair...
Earl Bradshaw sets up the chair...
Earl Bradshaw hits JD Stormcloud with a DDT onto the chair...
Earl Bradshaw re-enters the ring...
JD Stormcloud climbs back into the ring...
Earl Bradshaw covers JD Stormcloud...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd is booing Earl Bradshaw...
SJD: The winners of the match – The West Florida Rednecks!!!
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Winners: The West Florida Rednecks
Time of match: 0:01:21
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TM: Well – they sure made short work of The New Bad Boys...
JT: Not difficult to be fair though...
TM: Hahaha... I guess not... Now, I hear Caleb Foley is backstage...
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Backstage:
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[The camera fades in backstage as you see "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley stretching in a hallway before his match up against Dexter Payne... Caleb looks over his shoulder and notices the camera as he begins to speak... ]
Caleb Foley: So it seems like I am starting to get on a small winning streak... I knew it was only a couple of matches before I shook off any ring rust I had... The Masked Terror I'll give you an A for effort but you didn't prepare as much as I did...
[Caleb is done stretching now and picks up one half of the IXWA Tag Team Titles... The title was on top of the table which was next to him... ]
Caleb Foley: So it looks like my next opponent has yet to get his shoulders pinned to the mat yet... Dexter Payne unique name with a very unique personality... He calls himself a freakshow... Is that supposed to scare me because you have a bunch of tattoos on your body? Well if you haven't noticed I have some ink myself and that doesn't make you any tougher... You see Dexter I did my research and I know all about you...
[Caleb pauses for a moment...]
Caleb Foley: Dexter grew up in beautiful Nashville, TN... You spent most of your time inside because you were the runt of the litter... Guess you didn't like being bullied and teased so you felt you had no other option but to run away... But by you becoming a loner you realized that was a good thing for you as it only motivated and pushed you harder to become tougher... I must admit you are a very determined man... Always trying to push yourself and come up with new insane moves just to show you have a purpose in life... So I guess you care about what others think of you... Too me it seems like a cry for help as you want all the attention to be on you since you didn't have any when you were younger... For as far as you are concerned, there’s not that much to live for anyway, unless you count your wife Bethany... Let me guess childhood sweethearts right? You feel like she is the only women who truly loved you besides your mother... Only person you can really be your true self around... But did you ever think what would happen to her if one of those crazy moves you do got your hurt inside that ring? I bet her world would come crashing down around her and she would feel like she didn't love you enough...
[Foley flashes that famous grin of his as he continues walking down the hallway...]
Caleb Foley: Dexter you feel like a tortured soul... You feel like the world has taken, taken, and taken some more and now owes the world owes you something... Well guess what that isn't how the world works... You want something in life you have to fight for it plain and simple... You want to be the best at what you do I understand that because most of us in the locker room want to be the best in the world... But the reality is there can only be one best in the world and right now I don't think it is either of us... Who might be the best in IXWA I would have to say Lucifer because of his dominance here but others may say Jack Williams... While your passion and determination to be the best is cute it will drive your crazy if you let it take over your life... It is no longer that you love what you are doing it now becomes lust... It is like a drug you need the extreme moves to get that blood flowing and adrenalin pumping in your veins... I have seen it before many times Dexter you my friend are on the fast track to a downward spiral... You might of been a past champion and will go to extreme heights not only to get a win, but to earn the title of “Showstopper” that you have been given in the past... But my question to you is what have you done lately? Sure the past makes you who you are but stop living in it and then maybe you'll be able to fill that void in your soul... I am done talking about you Dexter I'll see you outside in that ring and may the best man win tonight...
[Caleb continues walking down the long hallway looking like he is about to head out to the ring as the camera goes to the next scene...]
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Ringside:
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TM: We’re back and it’s time for the next Survival of the Fittest qualifier...
JT: Take it away, Joey!!!
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where "Sparkling" Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
[The crowd roars as every light in the auditorium cuts out at once... On the screen in black and white, a man in a trench coat is seen walking toward the end of a pier, his footfalls echoing loudly through the arena... Ahead of him stands another man, dressed exactly as the first, and as he reaches the end of the pier, he puts a gun to the second man’s head, the light from above falling just so that we can see a smirk and a pierced lip, and then pulls the trigger... Now dead, the man falls backward off the pier, light catching his face to reveal the fact that it’s the same as the shooters, and as he hits the water the music kicks in with the first lines as the name Dexter Payne appears in ripped blue lettering through the water as the body sinks to the depths...]
“I'm not the only one who can't see why it crossed your mind
I see your life and death reduce into a product line
It's not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine”
[The curtain parts and out steps the man, taking a moment with a tilted head to look around the crowd, basking in the roar that comes with his reveal... The lights come up, tinting the entire arena blue...]
“I can't see why, why
You're not a saint, you're a thief
You can't deny, deny
It's all a ploy underneath...”
SJD: Hailing from Nashville, TN and weighing in at 225lbs... Dexter Paaaaaaaaaaayyynee!!!
[His arms rise, gesturing to the crowd, waving them on in their reaction... He turns his head, lights reflecting off the mirrored frames of his sunglasses, and with a quick tuck of his blue tinted hair behind his ears, he begins to head to the ring...]
“All I've seen [you better learn to keep your face under the dark]
All I need [wake up and feel the blood escape your heart]
Your disease [for every word that you devalue and mistake]
I can't breathe [for every soul you nauseate with what you say]”
[He stops at the ring apron, looking around again, and then lazily rolls into the ring, rising to a kneeling position in the center of the ring, with arms outstretched toward the sky...]
“You've brought this verdict on yourself [before we ever had a chance]
I hope you cry for the one's you've lost...
You built this burden when you fell [you know we never took a glance]
I hope it's worth all the blood it cost...”
[Dexter rises to his feet, taking a nearby turnbuckle and staring out the crowd with arms spread wide, before turning and dropping to his feet on the mat...]
SJD: His opponent...
["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the arena goes completely silent...]
I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast
He may have been someone once by the sound of his call
Now he answers to no one
NO-ONE AT ALL!!!
We all die alone, he shouted as he passed
With no sense of regret, see he never looked back
Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong
Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song
You said we die alone; in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight
There'll be no talking your way out this time
So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind
[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music... His head is down so his face is completely covered... The man lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers... Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee... Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops; he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a huge pyro display goes off!!! Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did... He stares down at the IXWA Extreme Tag Team Championship belt that he has just unfastened from around his waist... Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business... Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes after handing his championship belt to Dana Riggelman...]
SJD: FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, STANDING 6 FOOT 1 AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS, HE IS ONE HALF OF THE IXWA EXTREME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - THIS IS
THE CELTIC CRIPPLER...
CALEB FOLEY!!!
[FACE POP!!!]
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Dexter Payne Vs "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Quite a few boos are audible...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
A wave of boos is going through the crowd...
Dexter Payne uses a backdrop driver on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne executes a somersault legdrop on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne kicks Caleb Foley...
A fan at ringside badmouths Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley chops Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
A fan at ringside badmouths Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits a spinning heel kick on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley is getting a good reaction from the crowd...
Caleb Foley executes a springboard moonsault on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a clothesline, but Dexter Payne counters it with a belly-to-belly suplex...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
In turn, Caleb Foley counters it with a facerake...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a kick...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Dexter Payne counters it with a side suplex...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a roundhouse kick...
Dexter Payne is going for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a springboard armdrag...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a leg lariat...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley executes a German suplex on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Dexter Payne goes for a spin kick, but Caleb Foley ducks out of the way...
Caleb Foley sets up Dexter Payne on the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a belly-to-back superplex...
The crowd is cheering on Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley sends Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne uses a spinning back suplex on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a handspring moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with an elbow...
Dexter Payne is going for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a spinning back suplex...
Dexter Payne is eliciting a sizable round of boos...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a kick...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a split legged moonsault...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne uses a springboard armdrag on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne throws Caleb Foley out of the ring...
Dexter Payne jumps onto him with a moonsault off the second turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne further incites the crowd...
Dexter Payne sets up a table...
Dexter Payne sets up Caleb Foley on the table...
Dexter Payne executes a somersault legdrop through the table...
The table is broken in half...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne hits a forearm smash on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne re-enters the ring...
Caleb Foley climbs back into the ring...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a shoulderblock...
Caleb Foley is going for the cover...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Caleb Foley uses a drop toe hold on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits a swinging neckbreaker on Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a snap suplex...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley misses with a kick...
Dexter Payne uses a flying forearm on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne leaves the ring...
He returns with a chair...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes and springs off the chair...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman removes the chair from the ring...
Dexter Payne hits a sleeperhold reverse mat slam on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is going for the cover...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Dexter Payne misses with a clothesline...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a clothesline...
Caleb Foley uses a hiptoss on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits an enzuigiri on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a cartwheel splash...
Dexter Payne uses a flying forearm on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a sleeperhold reverse mat slam...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne covers Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a cartwheel splash...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a springboard moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flying forearm...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne goes for a forearm smash, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley punches Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
The crowd is going crazy...
Caleb Foley goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne uses a handspring elbow on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying lariat...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a roundhouse kick...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a standing moonsault...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying reverse neckbreaker...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying reverse neckbreaker...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a leg lariat...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley puts Dexter Payne in an abdominal stretch...
Dexter Payne reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a spinebuster...
Caleb Foley nails Dexter Payne with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley nails Dexter Payne with a snap suplex...
Dexter Payne springs to his feet...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a flying forearm...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, thr... kickout...
Dexter Payne places Caleb Foley on the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne hits a superplex on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a flip piledriver...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne uses a Huracanrana on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne uses a moonsault on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, kickout...
Dexter Payne goes for a flip piledriver, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a vertical suplex...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley punches Dexter Payne...
The crowd is behind Caleb Foley all the way...
Caleb Foley chops Dexter Payne...
The crowd is behind Caleb Foley all the way...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a kick...
Dexter Payne springs to his feet...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne uses a spinning heel kick on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a Huracanrana...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley hits a leg lariat on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a reverse Russian legsweep...
Caleb Foley uses a running knee lift on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Caleb Foley shoves down Dana Riggelman...
Caleb Foley goes for an arm wringer, but Dexter Payne flips over...
Dexter Payne goes for a spinning back suplex, but Caleb Foley counters it with a bulldog...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with an enzuigiri...
Caleb Foley hits a back suplex on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley goes for a full nelson faceslam, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne hits a baseball slide on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne uses a forearm smash on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne goes for a flip piledriver, but Caleb Foley blocks it...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Caleb Foley misses with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with an elbow...
Dexter Payne executes spinning headscissors on Caleb Foley...
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley goes for a running knee lift, but Dexter Payne blocks it...
Dexter Payne hits a flying huracanrana on Caleb Foley...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne kicks Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne is being booed out of the building...
Dexter Payne punches Caleb Foley...
Caleb Foley kicks Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley throws Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Caleb Foley charges into the corner, but Dexter Payne lifts his leg...
Dexter Payne hits a spinning heel kick on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne hits a series of stomps in the corner on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne runs into the ropes...
Caleb Foley uses a palm blow on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley takes Dexter Payne down with a vertical suplex...
Caleb Foley goes for an abdominal stretch, but Dexter Payne reverses it...
Caleb Foley gets a hold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds...
Dexter Payne places Caleb Foley on the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne hits a superplex on Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne chops Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne chops Caleb Foley...
Dexter Payne leaves the ring...
He returns with a chair...
Dexter Payne takes the chair...
Dexter Payne takes Caleb Foley down with a flying forearm with the chair...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits a flip piledriver on Caleb Foley...
The crowd is vociferously booing Dexter Payne...
Dexter Payne sets up the chair...
Dexter Payne goes for a spinning back suplex, but Caleb Foley counters it with a bulldog...
Caleb Foley covers Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a backbreaker...
Caleb Foley throws Dexter Payne into the turnbuckle...
Dexter Payne comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection...
Caleb Foley runs into the ropes...
Dexter Payne hits Caleb Foley with a clothesline...
Dexter Payne executes the Ashes and Ashes on Caleb Foley...
The ring is quickly filling up with debris...
Dexter Payne goes for the pin...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, kickout...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes...
Caleb Foley hits Dexter Payne with a kick...
Caleb Foley executes a kneebreaker on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley whips Dexter Payne into the ropes...
Dexter Payne nails Caleb Foley with a baseball slide...
Dexter Payne whips Caleb Foley into the ropes, but Caleb Foley reverses it...
Caleb Foley hits a spear on Dexter Payne...
Caleb Foley executes the Irish Blessing on Dexter Payne...
Dana Riggelman counts: One, two, three...
The chants for Caleb Foley are deafening...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing to the next round of the tournament – Caleeeeebb Foooolllleeeeeeeeeyyyy!!!
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Winner: Caleb Foley
Time of match: 0:015:48
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TM: I only have one thing to say!!! Wow!!! What a match!!!
JT: Has to be said that’s probably the best match I have seen since the IXWA returned...
TM: Definitely... They are two of the finest that we have on the roster at the moment...
JT: I doubt some of the others would agree with you on that one... Especially the one that is waiting backstage for his match right now... Lucifer!!!
TM: Let’s see what he has to say...
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Backstage:
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[We see the big seven foot monster sitting in the corner of the locker room... Lucifer is putting black tape around his left hand that was injured a couple of weeks ago by those three masked men... As he finishes doing so, he throws the tape across the locker room... He reaches down as he picks up a black glove and places that on his left hand – he is certainly taking precautionary measures... The big man takes that left hand and pounds away into the palm of his right hand making sure that it is wrapped up enough for tonight main event... Lucifer feels as though it is good to go as he stands up and walks over to his locker and reaches in and pulls out his black t-shirt and his quickly puts it on... As he turns around, we see Doomsday standing a few feet from him...]
Doomsday: How is that hand?
Lucifer: It is fine...
Doomsday: I am sure Jack will put that to the test later on...
Lucifer: He can certainly try and I will knock him out with a hard left hook to his jaw...
Doomsday: I told you earlier... I would like for you to use the right when you are throwing punches...
Lucifer: You don't think Jack will pick up on that?
Doomsday: I am sure he will... But you must protect that left hand... Sure you are going to have to use that left to execute all of your moves, but that will not put as much as pressure on that hand as throwing a punch...
Lucifer: I can use the left from time to time... Jack is going to use the same game plan that Liam used to win the Television title from you...
Doomsday: I understand that... The left hand is a target; that is why you have padded that left hand as much as you can...
Lucifer: He will try and take the glove off and tape and stomp on it or worse...
Doomsday: That is your job to prevent that from happening... I am sure their will come and time in the match where you will have to use that left... That is the game plan... Jack knows that your left hand is hurting... I want to use the right as much as possible...
[Doomsday nods his head...]
Doomsday: Then that would be the right time to use the left... Jack will not be thinking that you will use that hurt left hand...
Lucifer: I understand you now... I guess that is why you are the manager...
Doomsday: Very true...
[Lucifer pounds his left hand again it the palm of his right...]
Doomsday: Why are you doing that? I want you to not use that left until you have to...
Lucifer: I am seeing that there is plenty of padding on it... That appears to be the case... After all more impact to throw this left when it counts thus less pain on the hand...
[He shakes his head...]
Lucifer: That is why I am the wrestler...
Doomsday: I am not too long from retiring you know?
Lucifer: What about those masked men?
Doomsday: I don't think they will be a concern this evening... After what they did...
Lucifer: I saw what they did to Frostbite's ride...
Doomsday: Frostbite will chase then down the rest of the night so our focus will be on Jack... You have beaten this guy, twice already and you can do it again...
Lucifer: I intend to do so... No submission moves will keep me from advancing in this tournament... I didn't like tapping out...
Doomsday: Look, I know it is a sore spot, but you did what was best for your career... You have to look at the bigger picture...
Lucifer: I get your point, but---
Doomsday: I know you feel that you will be label a quitter by the wrestling world... You won't, trust me on this one... You go out there and beat Jack later on... All will be forgotten... After you win this tournament and then get a shot at the Extreme Warrior title then nobody will ever call you a quitter...
Lucifer: What about my rematch...
Doomsday: Being taken care of... You will get your rematch soon...
[An evil grin comes across the lips of Lucifer... He gets ready to hit a nearby locker with his left hand...]
Doomsday: Wait!!! Are you crazy? Not with the left...
[Lucifer takes his right and once again dents another locker...]
Doomsday: You know one of these days Bonser is going to take money from your check...
Lucifer: I am ready to connect with either the right or the left across Jack's jaw...
Doomsday: That is what I want to hear...
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OCW Presents: Monday Night Massacre - Rookie's Night Out
LIVE! April 7th, 2014
From the Montana State University Gymnasium in Bozeman, Montana
Rookie's Night Out Match: Winner Receives Internet Title Shot on 4/21
PerZag Vs B Minus Vs KC3 Vs "The Hardcore Enigma" Big J Vs Kobra Vs James Carson Vs Brian Cady Vs Jason Xavier Vs Trent Collins Vs "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas Vs Jayson Price
Singles Matches
MJ Bell Vs "Sadistic Insanity" Damian Payne
Kenshin Takamura Vs "Queen of Epicness" Bobbinette Carey
Triple Threat Match
Pryde (c) Vs Drew Stevenson Vs Richard
Main Event: OCW Central Championship Match
Brianna Casablancas (c) Vs Sean Fuller
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Ringside:
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TM: We’re back and we’re ready for our main event – which features the former Television champion taking on the current Extreme Warrior champion...
[The scene cuts to the middle of the ring where “Sparkling” Joey Diamond is standing, resplendent in a dark blue suit with a gold IXWA logo embroidered on the breast of the jacket...]
SJD: This contest is scheduled for one fall... And it is a qualifying match for the 2014 Survival of the Fittest tournament... Introducing first...
["Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead cranks throughout the sound system a loud boom is heard coming from top of the entrance way as black smoke surrounds it... Lucifer emerges through the smoke with Doomsday by his side... Doomsday leans in to whisper a few words, as Lucifer looks into the ring at his opponent with an intense look in his red eyes, as his eyes roll back into his head...]
SJD: Led to the ring by Doomsday... Fighting out of Parts Unknown and weighing in at 320 pounds... He is Lucifer!!!
[The two make their way down to the ring as the two never take their eyes off their opponent... His black leather jacket reads on the back, "Born to raise Hell"... The two get to ringside as he takes off his jacket and tosses it to Doomsday, as he looks back at him... Doomsday points to him and gives a nod as the big man climbs the steps and steps over the top ropes as his music quickly comes to an end... He looks down at his taped up hand and then across at his opponent and snarls to himself...]
SJD: His opponent...
[The opening chords to “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed wail... After the opening few lines and guitar interlude, Williams emerges... He walks out slowly, surveying the crowd... He salutes them by raising his axe handle, Ole’ Hickory into the air in one hand and the IXWA Extreme Warrior Championship in the other... He then points Ole' Hickory at his opponent in the ring...]
SJD: Hailing from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 280 pounds... He is the IXWA Extreme Warrior champion... He is “Random Violence” Jaaaaaaack Williaaaaaaaaaaaaaams!!!
[Williams deliberately makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope... He then ascends the near turnbuckle and scales it to the middle turnbuckle... He again salutes the crowd with the axe handle before jumping off the turnbuckle and handing both Ole' Hickory and the championship belt to the referee...]
TM: Let’s get this match underway...
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IXWA Friday Night Beatdown – April 4, 2014:
MAIN EVENT:
Survival of the Fittest qualifying match:
Lucifer Vs "Random Violence" Jack Williams
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]
They lock up...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a swinging neckbreaker...
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jack Williams...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a clothesline...
Jack Williams falls out of the ring...
Perry Crabtree counts: one, two, three, Jack Williams re-enters the ring...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Lucifer goes for a Jackhammer, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a shoulderblock...
Jack Williams throws Lucifer out of the ring...
Jack Williams goes outside...
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jack Williams...
Doomsday comes from behind and distracts Jack Williams...
Lucifer shoves Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a powerslam...
Lucifer gets back into the ring...
Jack Williams follows him back in...
Lucifer is going for the cover...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with a release German suplex...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a running knee lift...
Lucifer executes a running knee lift on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is starting to get more cheers than boos...
Lucifer goes for a backbreaker, but Jack Williams counters it with a facerake...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a reverse DDT...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Jack Williams goes for a Gorilla Press, but Lucifer counters it with a facerake...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams out of the ring...
Lucifer goes outside...
Lucifer shoves Jack Williams into the guardrail...
Lucifer uses a choke slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams back into the ring...
Lucifer nails Jack Williams with a gutbuster...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with an elbow...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Lucifer misses with a shoulderblock...
Lucifer and Jack Williams get hit with a double clothesline...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Lucifer uses a flying clothesline on Jack Williams...
Lucifer goes for a big boot, but Jack Williams ducks out of the way...
Jack Williams executes a backward kick on Lucifer...
Jack Williams acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him...
Jack Williams hits a punch on Lucifer...
Jack Williams uses a jab on Lucifer...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Lucifer gets a chokehold on Jack Williams...
Perry Crabtree warns Lucifer to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Lucifer hits a big boot on Jack Williams...
Lucifer covers Jack Williams...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer goes for a dragon sleeper, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a clothesline...
Jack Williams falls out of the ring...
Lucifer goes through the ropes...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer gets back into the ring...
Jack Williams rolls back in under the bottom rope...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams uses a kick to the midsection on Lucifer...
Jack Williams goes for a right jab, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer nails Jack Williams with a powerbomb...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the ropes, but Jack Williams reverses it...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with an elbow...
Lucifer uses a spear on Jack Williams...
Lucifer catches Jack Williams in a chokehold...
Perry Crabtree warns Lucifer to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Lucifer uses a legdrop on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer goes for an avalanche in the corner, but Jack Williams side-steps and
Lucifer crashes to the canvas...
Jack Williams locks Lucifer in a chokehold...
Perry Crabtree warns Jack Williams to let go...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three, four...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a running clothesline...
Jack Williams uses the Snake Eyes on Lucifer...
Jack Williams uses a jawbreaker on Lucifer...
Jack Williams goes for a headbutt, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with a thrust to the throat...
Lucifer uses a full nelson slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the ropes...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a spinebuster...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams out of the ring...
Lucifer goes outside...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams into the ringpost...
Perry Crabtree counts: 1...
Lucifer throws Jack Williams back into the ring...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a Samoan Drop...
Lucifer takes Jack Williams down with an avalanche in the corner...
The crowd is wildly cheering Lucifer with only a few scattered boos audible...
Lucifer uses a legdrop on Jack Williams...
Lucifer executes a clothesline on Jack Williams...
Lucifer is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Lucifer uses a sidewalk slam on Jack Williams...
Lucifer goes for a flying shoulderblock, but Jack Williams ducks out of the way...
Jack Williams uses a reverse DDT on Lucifer...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, kickout...
Jack Williams runs into the ropes...
Jack Williams hits a flying lariat on Lucifer...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a bodyslam...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a flying kneedrop...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a series of jabs...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes...
Jack Williams misses with a clothesline...
Jack Williams hits Lucifer with a clothesline...
Jack Williams uses a series of punches on Lucifer...
Jack Williams is going for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, shoulder up...
Jack Williams goes for a legdrop, but Lucifer rolls out of the way...
Lucifer goes for a headbutt, but Jack Williams blocks it...
Jack Williams nails Lucifer with a jawbreaker...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams chops Lucifer...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos...
Jack Williams executes a kick to the midsection on Lucifer...
Jack Williams whips Lucifer into the ropes, but Lucifer reverses it...
Jack Williams goes for a running clothesline, but Lucifer ducks out of the way...
Lucifer kicks Jack Williams...
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers...
Lucifer chops Jack Williams...
Jack Williams kicks Lucifer...
The cheers for Jack Williams are drowning out the boos...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams seemingly enjoys the boos...
Lucifer punches Jack Williams...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams...
Jack Williams punches Lucifer...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a series of jabs...
Jack Williams puts Lucifer in a sleeperhold...
Perry Crabtree tells Lucifer to respond or he'll stop the fight...
Lucifer nods...
Lucifer gets a hold of the ropes after holding out for 20 seconds...
Jack Williams takes Lucifer down with a hair pull takedown...
Jack Williams goes for a headsmash into the turnbuckle, but Lucifer blocks it...
Lucifer whips Jack Williams into the turnbuckle...
Lucifer runs shoulder-first into the corner...
Lucifer runs into the ropes...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a spear...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a legdrop...
Lucifer hits a kick to the head on Jack Williams...
Lucifer hits Jack Williams with a swinging neckbreaker...
The cheers for Lucifer are drowning out the boos...
Lucifer executes the End of the Line on Jack Williams...
The cheers for Lucifer are drowning out the boos...
Lucifer goes for the pin...
Perry Crabtree counts: One, two, three...
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Lucifer...
SJD: The winner of the match and advancing to the quarter finals of the tournament – Lucifer!!!
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Winner: Lucifer
Time of match: 0:011:26
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TM: We’ve had an amazing night tonight... And we’ve seen four people advance to the quarter finals of the Survival of the Fittest tournament...
JT: Have to agree with you there and I have to say that I am looking forward to next weeks show too...
[The scene fades out with Lucifer standing over the fallen Williams...]
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Backstage:
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[The camera slowly pans up the right leg of someone; we can finally make out the words on the leg... 24 Hour Man... The camera continues until coming to rest on the face of Ric Beauty... Ric tilts his head to we can see the scar on his face... Then Ric smiles...]
RIC BEAUTY: Survival of the Fittest just got more interesting!!! And tonight it begins!!! The matches in the easy bracket are underway!!!
But next week, next week this tournament kicks into the main event!!! And take a look at this face; this is the face of the main event... Earl Bradshaw, one half of the West Florida Rednecks you are not the main event kid... And next week I am going to teach you about this business, you see no one knows more about this business than me...
[Ric stops and seems to remembering his long road, and the long hours on the road...]
So Earl Bradshaw, get ready... Because Earl, I am not just beating you...
And trust me kid, I AM beating you...
I am winning the whole damn thing, and then I am going on to take IXWA!!! This is my last run up the mountain, and I dare anyone to get in my way...
[The camera holds on a serious Ric, until his wry smile appears...]
© IXWA Productions 2014