IGA: AssassiNation Plot

[TheRobLoney]

~ Fade into a close up shot of the most valued item that the International Grappling Association has to offer...its gold plated World Heavyweight Championship belt. ~

" See this...?"

~ The camera pans back back and to the side, allowing everyone to get a good look at the belt's current owner, Darkside Clyde Dixon. Dixon is seated by the belt in his locker room, with his arms folded across his belt and a wicked smirk flickering across his face as he gazes down at the belt once again. ~

Dixon: *This* is the prize that everyone in this federation wants to claim.

People have fought and bled and damned near died to get the chance to contend for this title, and put themselves through utter hell to get the chance to win this. The reason why people do this is because this belt proves to everyone else in the world that you are worthy of being considered the very best at what you do, and that you're capable of following in the footsteps of competitors like Tommy Danger...

*ENORMOUS RESPECT POP!*

Dixon: ...Anthony Alred....

*EQUALLY LOUD RESPECT POP!*

Dixon: ...And my old friend Essex.

*RIDICULOUSLY LOUD RESPECT POP!*

~ Dixon smiles and lets the volume die down before he continues to speak. ~

Dixon: By now, everyone knows that on December 30th of last year, Bryant McCoy was defeated without controversy in the center of the ring, and that a new World Heavyweight Champion was crowned...

~ Clyde's chuckles softly as he pats his newly acquired belt. ~

Dixon: ...And by now, I'm sure all of you who that new champion is...

~ Dixon looks directly into the camera as his smile becomes even wider. ~

Dixon: Now...It's come to my attention that some people aren't particularly thrilled about this turn of events. Seems that these people were actually quite content to support the previous champion, despite the fact that his favored activity consists of telling jokes so immature that they would make Paul. E. Shore cringe in embarrassment.

*OH MAN THAT'S JUST UNCALLED FOR HEEL POP!*

Dixon: And I'm sure that those people want nothing more than to see McCoy gain revenge on me this week, and win the IGA World Heavyweight Championship for the second time...

*HELL YEAH WE WOULD FACE POP!*

Dixon: ...And even if that wasn't the case, I'm pretty certain that many others would like nothing more than to see Adrian Tanner win his first IGA World Championship here in his home state of Arizona.

* HUGE HOMETOWN HERO POP!*

Dixon: Yeah...I have a feeling that a lot of people want that to happen....

~ At that point, the smile on Clyde's face disappears. ~

Dixon: Thing is..I don't give a crap about what they want....

* MASSIVE HEEL POP!*

~ Clyde: ...All I care about is what they *need*. Because what they need....What the IGA needs, is someone who is bringing a measure of prestige and stability back to this title.

They don't need a champion like McCoy. They don't need who is more concerned about attempting to entertain the masses than with defending his title....

And they don't need a champion like Tanner. They don't need someone whose attention will be distracted by obligations to any of the fifty or so federations he happens to be competing in at the moment.

Nah...They need a champion like me.

They need a champion whose sole focus is doing *anything* and *everything* in his power to defend the World Heavyweight Championship of a federation that he considers to be his *home*.

They need someone who will look *anyone* he faces inside the ring- or anyone outside the ring for that matter- directly in the eye and tell them point blank that the only damned thing he cares about is *his* World Championship.

And they need to watch this champion defend that title against everyone he meets until such time as they have no choice but to acknowledge that this belt really *does* matter...that's it's so damned important that this champion will put his god damned *LIFE* on the line!!!!

~ By now, the crowd has fallen silent and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of Clyde's breathing as the champion continues his address. ~

Clyde: *That's* what everyone needs....And *that's* what they are gonna get. They're gonna get the champion they need....

Whether they want it or not.

~ Clyde reaches down and then drapes the title across his shoulder before he glares down into the camera's lens as it slowly pans back further as the shot begins to fade...~

Clyde: So so speaks Dark Side Clyde.....

So speaks *your* champion.

~ With that the shot fades into a view of the crowd assembled in the Jobing.com arena as the announcers voices are heard over the broadcast. ~

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Legacy vs 'The Silent Sentinel' Gavin Aycliffe
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[The overhead lights dim, the hushed sound of wind blowing across some faraway plain echoing throughout the arena. Images of said verdant space show on the Jumbotron with the tinge of aged film, racing over the subtle hills and valleys as if the holder of the camera were flying instead of running. Pale green lights illuminate the air, seemingly turning it that soft hue as the crowd cheers in anticipation for the duo that is about to emerge.]

## It's not the lies that you sing,
but what the silence will scream… ##


[The chorus of 'A Whisper and a Clamor' hits the speakers with a vengeance as white and green spotlights begin to swirl over the crowd, matching lights flashing up and down the rampway. Coming out from behind the curtains, Lindsay Aycliffe wastes no time in getting to the top of the ramp before she makes a dramatic gesture, heralding the arrival of her brother. For his part, Gavin looks… less than impressed at his sister's antics as he emerges, the massive man wearing simple white trunks with the initials 'G.A.' screenprinted onto his rear end in bright green and green boots. Shaking his head in amusement, Gavin makes his way to the top of the ramp himself before thrusting his fist into the air.]

## Clap your hands, all ye children.
There's a clamor in your whispering.
Clap your hands tonight.
Hear what the silence screams.
Clap your hands…
clap your hands, now, all ye children.
Clap your hands all ye children.
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight…##

[This motion triggers green and white sparks to come tumbling down to the ramp behind them in a veritable waterfall, the Silent Sentinel regarding the crowd with a faint smile. Once the sparks have ceased falling, the Aycliffes make their way down to ringside, Lindsay hamming it up for the fans while Gavin is more reserved. Climbing onto the ring apron via snagging the top rope and pulling himself up, he ducks beneath the top rope as he makes his way into the ring, heading over to his corner and patiently waiting for the match to begin. Behind him, Lindsay makes herself at home in his corner, a cheeky little wave offered to the announcers.]


DeLucia: And our roster keeps growing as both of the competitor in this opening match are new to our roster!


[A video of Legacy holding both the UCW and CWF Hardcore titles up starts,it switches to Legacy hitting Levi Watts on the knee with his ax handle, then Legacy holding the HW 6 man title over his head, the shots show various matches with Legacy in control of his opponents. As Legacy comes through the entrance, The lights come back up. He slowly walks towards the ring, followed by Brandi, showing no emotion. He steps to the apron and as he eyes his opponent, he slides his index finger across his throat in a display of his opponent being dismembered.]


[The bell rings and Legacy charges Aycliffe in the corner! Aycliffe reverses into a big lifting side slam! Lindsay Aycliffe from the yells from the outside, distracting Gavin.]


Lindsay Aycliffe: Do the Tebow!


[Gavin looks confused.]


Lindsay: Do the Tebow!


[Lindsay demonstrates by dropping to a knee and preforming the notorious pose. Gavin in the ring smiles and brushes it off.]


Streamline: Now Lindsay Aycliffe does know she is need to distract the other wrestler, not her own brother? I mean he does wants to win in his first match with the IGA right?


[Legacy finally back up and goes back down with clothesline! Legacy up and Aycliffe tosses him into the ropes. As Legacy comes Aycliffe bends over for a back body drop but Legacy puts on the breaks and kicks him right in the head. Aycliffe stands back up with a look of anger on his face and grabs Legacy, lifts him up onto his shoulders and Flapjacks him down!]


DeLucia: The Silent Sentinel will probably be know as the Silent Gardener if he keeps planting Legacy down with all this big moves!


Streamline: Is that your attempt at comedy because if it is, just stick to calling the match!


[Legacy stands back up and Aycliffe charges off the ropes with a running shoulder block! Lindsay on the outside calls for the Tebow, and again Gavin isn't doing it! Aycliffe does pull Legacy up again and unleashes a furry of punches. Punch, after punch, after punch until Legacy finds himself backed up into the corner. Aycliffe sits Legacy on the top of the turnbuckle and Aycliffe steps up on the bottom rope to have Brandi grab at his boot. The referee slides to the out side and threaten to send her to the back if she tries to get involved again.]


Streamline: Lindsay take notes! That is what you need to do.


DeLucia: Gavin Aycliffe has been in firm control of this match so far why would she need to distract him from winning?


Streamline: You know what I mean.


[Back in the ring Aycliffe climbs to the second ropes and pulls Legacy up in fall way slam motion but changes it to a Samoan drop last second!]


DeLucia: Know that big move is called the Shattering Quiet and GAvin is going for the cover!


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The.....shoulder up! Aycliffe grabs Legacy and pulls him up and puts him right back on the mat with a Pumphandle Slam. And into the cover.]




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[And Brandi is on the apron to distract the referee! Lindsay doesn't look happy as she runs over and pulls Brandi off the apron in one large pull. Lindsay hits her own big European Uppercut on Brandi and tosses her into the ring steps.]


Streamline: Girl Fight! Girl Fight!


DeLucia: It looks like Lindsay is going to handle Brandi so Gavin and finish off Legacy!


[Brandi clearly in pain pushes herself off the ring steps and turns around into Lindsay's arms!


DeLucia: Churchill down onto Brandi onto that thin mat! Lindsay might have just really put Brandi in the hospital!


Streamline: Girl Fight!


[Gavin Aycliffe leans on the ropes to try to motion to Lindsay to get away but Legacy takes the distraction for an opportunity for the roll up!]




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Tw.....big kick out from Aycliffe. Aycliffe rolls to his feet and comes up with a big boot to Legacy face. Legacy hits the ropes and fires back with a desperation super kick!]


DeLucia: Legacy desperation might have turned his finishing move the R.L.S. into his demise!


Streamline: You are telling me? Legacy went for that R.L.S. super kick and The silent Sentinel reversed it into a Fireman's Carry Gutbuster!


DeLucia: I believe he calls that the Quiting Blow! And Now the cover!


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[Thr......Kick out! Legacy just barely getting out of that one! Aycliffe grabs a hand full of hair and pulls Legacy up. Legacy hit a throat chop to Aycliffe!]


DeLucia: Nasty but effective move and from my understand Gavin has a history of throat problems.


Streamline: When you put a weakness out there its going to get exploited!


[Aycliffe spins around holding at his neck and Legacy uses the time to hit a big reverse spear knocking Aycliffe into the turnbuckle! Aycliffe stumbles back from the turnbuckle Legacy hits the Hatchet Job!]


DeLucia: Very efective combo from Legacy!


[With Aycliffe down, Legacy climbs to the top rope and signal for his diving headbutt! Legacy jumps and Gavin Aycliffe pops off the mat and nails Legacy with The Silencer!]


DeLucia: The Silencer! The Silencer! Where the hell did that uppercut come from?


Streamline: I can tell you it cam from out of nowhere and Legacy is now going nowhere!




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THRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!


[Lindsey jumps in the ring and Gavin and her celebrate his first win in the IGA]

Corlone: The winner of this match..."THE SILENT SENTINEL" GAVIN AYCLIFFE!!

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Backstage: Essex
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[Cutting back to "Occupy IGA", a small pup tent was set up this time. Essex was sitting outside of it, cross legged with a small hibachi grill in front of him. Insert surrounding empty beer can trademark and follow it up with former IGA Icons of the curtain jerk, El Rico and "Rapid" Ricky Starr. The Occupy IGA movement was growing in leaps and bounds. Next to Essex was a pile of Marty Donovan merchandise, part of a Donovan poster was being ripped up and used to keep the small fire going on the grill, which was the only thing it was really good for after all.]

Loman: Essex, we really need your help.

[E looks up from the hibachi for a moment and looks confused, "Loveable" Lucas Loman and "Delicious" Devin Dando from IGA Evolution walk into the area. Both men look morally defeated, still in their wrestling gear from earlier. Dando holding his right arm in pain.]

Essex: Alright, who are you?

Loman: Lucas Loman [motions to himself] and Devin Dando, we were in IGA Evolution. We just had a try out earlier before the PPV went on the air. As always, Devin dropped the ball.

Dando: I dropped the ball!? I almost had my arm torn off! What were you doing? Sleeping on the floor?

Loman: No! I...well...I'm not sure what happened. I got dropped on my head and woke up when the match was over.

Dando: See! That's the problem! We had a plan, you broke from the game plan and what happens? We've lost, again!

Essex: So...you guys suck. And you don't wanna suck anymore?

Dando: We don't suck!

Essex: You blow, whatever...

Loman: Serious, we want your help. Please. You were the best heel of all time! People hated you for the things you did, and we want to...we want to learn from you. We want to learn how to become the best heels since Essex!

Dando: And the only way that could happen, is if you were willing to give us advice. You're the guy who took a piss on Tommy Danger's mother!

Essex: [snickers.] Her idea...

Loman: You kicked in Kirk Maclean's hotel room door and kicked the shit out of him, in front of his wife and kid.

Essex: Her idea again. [grins]

Loman: You pulled the wool over the eyes of the fans for years, and they continued to cheer for you, no matter what you did!

Dando: You ended the career of like six guys!

Loman: And you nailed Tori Vale...a lot.

Essex: I did. [nods in agreement, still grinning.]

Dando: We want what you had, we want to be 2006 Essex!

Essex: I don't know. Ricky and Rico, what do you think? Should I help these two?

Ricky: What do you have to loose?

Essex: Drinking time.

Rico: Valid point, Well these guys may be beyond help, after all, I think Ricky and I have a better win loss record then these two.

Ricky: I think they should prove the-

[Ricky couldn't finish his sentence before he was caught with a step up enzuguri from Loman! Starr falls backwards to the ground, Loman stomping away at him quickly. Dando catches El Rico standing up with a thumb to the eye, El Rico stumbles away holding his face. Dando grabs him by the back of the head and throws him head first into the wall. Loman backs off from Ricky Starr and rushes in catching him with a basement dropkick to the side of the head, Dando grabs one of the Marty Donovan shirts Essex was burning and wraps it around Rico's throat choking him out! Leaving the former IGA jobbers laying on the ground, Dando looks back down at Essex who never moved from where he was sitting.]

Dando: How about that?! Did we prove ourselves?!

Essex: I guess. Well, I guess you guys are showing initiative. So I'll tell you what, I'll give you guys the "Essex Guide To Being the Best Heel You Can Be" course. It's gonna cost you 75 dollars a session.

Loman: Yes! Yes, we are totally in!

Dando: Thank you Mr. Essex, you won't regret this!

*CRACK!*

[Ricky Starr caught Dando with a jumping super kick to the jaw that laid him out flat in the pile of stolen Marty Donovan merchandise! Loman blinks in shock, El Rico catching him from the blind side with a spinning head scissors that sends him head first into the wall! Loman stumbles backwards into a right cross from Ricky Starr knocking him down.]

Ricky: Idiots!

[Rico and Starr walk off from the "Occupy IGA" movement, Dando raises his head up from the pile of swag, his eyes looking glazed over. Looking towards Essex, his speech was slurred.]

Dando: You're sti-still go-gonna train us, right?

Essex: Uh...on second thought...

Loman: [holding his jaw.] Too wate, you powmised.

Essex: Ugh, what did I get into....I need an adult to help me make better decisions.

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TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS QUALIFYING MATCH!
"The Legend" Sean Darring vs Lincoln Munson
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[The legendary opening chords to the Final Countdown by Europe blasts
over the PA system ...]


Corlone: Introducing from Miami, Florida... Standing at 6 foot 4 and
weighing in at 240 lbs....


"THE LEGEND" SEAN DARRING.....


[The fans begin booing as a green mist emerges from the back. "The
Legend" Sean Darring walks through the mist as he walks down the isle
way. Decked out in a full blown golden robe with the words "The
Legend" written in silver glitter letters. The crowd doesn't seam to
phase him as he reaches the ring.]


[The crowd boos as Cpl. Desmond Ace stands in the middle of the ring.]

Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen! It is the time you all have been waiting for!!

[The crowd boos "The Corporal" as 'Dark Ages' begins to thunder through the crowd.]

Ace: Coming down the aisle from parts unknown. Weighing in at THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS OF DESTRUCTION AND MAYHEM! STANDING SIX FOOT SIX. HERE IS....

LINCOLN!!

MUNSON!!


[Lincoln Munson walks out to the top of the platform. Black long dreadlocks pulled back in a ponytail. Bushy beard hiding the features of his face, brown eyes dull and unblinking. The mountain of a man wears a black t-shirt with "Kill Shot" sprawled across the front in blood lettering. His attire hidden underneath except the black knee pads and standard black wrestling boots. Hair travels up his arms and pokes out from under his t-shirt on his chest as well. Tree trunks for legs also covered in hair. Lincoln methodically walks down to the ring, staring at Cpl. Desmond Ace the whole way down. The fans are actually afraid to try and touch him as he slowly walks to the ring.]

[The "Corporal" claps as his charge hits the ringside area. He stops, looks around at his surroundings then walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. He walks straight to Desmond Ace, who smiles and points at his latest charge. Desmond motions the monster to a corner where Lincoln takes of his t-shirt revealing a simple black singlet. He tosses the t-shirt outside and tilts his head from side to side, smirking cruelly as his music fades. Cpl. Desmond Ace hops out of the ring and takes his position in the corner.]

Corlone: And tonight's special guest referee...

DeLuica: What? Special Referee?

V/O: ONLY ONE MAN... CAN BE A DYNASTY!

[Smoke begins to fill the entrance of the IGA walkway as "The Best
Around" by Joe Esposito blasts those funky 80's tunes through the
arena at the maximum possible volume]

"Try to be best
'cause you're only a man
and a man's gotto learn to take it
try to believe
when the going gets rough (When the things get
difficult)
that you gotta hang tough to make it (to be strong)

[Drake steps out into the entrance way wearing a pair of black vale
tudo shorts with "ONE MAN DYNASTY" across the ass in green letters, a
pair of black and green wrestling shoes, and both wrists taped and a referee's
shirt. He bounces back and forth on his feet while he holds his arms up to the
fans, a huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face. The fans cheer the young
superstar loudly as he shouts out to them]

History repeats itself
try and you'll succeed
never doubt that you're the one
and you can have your dream

[Drake walks down to the ring, slapping many hands along the way on
the left side of the aisle before stopping, walking backwards and
getting the right side. The fans respond favorably and some lunge out
to give him a hug. He finally makes his way to the ring and leaps to
the apron quickly before pulling back on the top rope and yelling out
to the fans]

you're the best around
nothing is gonna ever keep you down

you're the best around
nothing is gonna ever keep you down

[In one fluid motion, Drake springs onto the top wire, and
springboards off the top into a spread out Shooting Star Press but
lands solidly in a kneeling position, then throws his arms out in
Elvis-Like fashion]

[FACE POP!]

Streamline: Who let this idiot be referee!?

[Desmond Ace was livid, Linclon Munson looked enraged. Dresden
motions for the bell!]

*DING DING DING!*

[Munson barrels straight at Darring in the corner! Sean spins out
of the way, Munson hitting the corner chest first and stumbles
backwards! Darring takes him over with a school boy roll up! Dresden
dropping down to count the pinfall!]

ONE!TWO!THREE!

[MEGA FACE POP!]

*DING DING DING!*

Streamline: WHAT!? YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS!

[Munson kicks out sending Darring flying, Sean rolls out of the ring to
the floor, Dresden diving out of the ring and raising Darring's arm in the
air! Desmond climbs into the ring livid, Munson looking around confused
at what had just happened!]

Corlone: The winner of this match and advancing in the Tournament of
Warriors..."THE LEGEND" SEAN DARRING!

[HUGE FACE POP!]

[Dresden points at Munson, Linclon kicking the bottom rope and stomping
around the ring. Darring slapping the fans of the fans on his way to the back.]

DeLuica: Drake just cost Munson his spot in the Tournament of Warriors!

Streamline: I have a feeling Drake, just cost Drake his life when Munson gets his
hands on him again!

[TheRobLoney]

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Locker Room: Bryant McCoy & Marty Donovan
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[With a new sense of purpose, Bryant McCoy pushes through the doors of his private locker room. The second that he does, however, he is forced to jump back in surprise. For all over his locker room are rows and rows of “Marty Donovan vs. Bryant McCoy: World Title Match” T-shirts and merchandise.]

Bryant: What in the name of Tommy Danger?

[From behind a large stack of shirts and foam fingers, Marty Donovan springs up with a grin on his face.]

Marty: Hey B-Money, we got some serious problems that need fixing.

Bryant: What are you talking about? Look, Marty, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, you can’t just stroll into my locker room and make yourself at home. Who do you think you are? Essex?

Marty: Who do I think I am? Who do YOU think you are? Tapping out to not only the token black, but token canadian as well! Do you have any idea how much time and money I spent on this crappy merchandise, not to mention how your little title loss is going to hurt the gate numbers for our match. You're killing my livelihood Mccoy!

Bryant: You gotta be kidding me. So let me get this straight. First you print up a bunch of merchandise for a match no one has yet sanctioned.

Marty: That’s right.

Bryant: Then you plan to hold on to all that crap until you can climb the card and challenge for my IGA World Title?

Marty: You’re getting warmer…

Bryant: And now you’re stuck with nothing but a trunk full of crappy merchandise and an even bigger truck full of delusions…and you somehow think all of that is my fault?

Marty: Now you’re getting it! So you’ll help me out then, I’m sure.

Bryant: No.

Marty: That’s the spirit! I…wait—what?

Bryant: I don’t want anything to do with this level of insanity.

[Bryant inspects one of the t-shirts closer.]

Bryant: Marty, you're wearing a "Vote McCain" shirt in this picture. How long ago did you print this garbage? I want no part of your schemes and shenanigans.

Marty: But…c’mon! Look, I can't honestly be that upset that you lost. You were an internet hype fueled paper champion. It was just a matter of time before you were exposed. This situation can be salvaged though. The kiddies still love you and I have a decade worth of tricks guaranteed to get that title back around your waist. Hell, I have three shanks hidden on me right now.

Bryant: You think I need to cheat to get my belt back? I lose one match and suddenly I’m incapable of winning on my own again? Well be sure to watch the match tonight carefully, Marty. Because I’ll be bringing back what’s rightfully mine all on my own.

[He starts to leave, then turns back.]

Bryant: Oh, and clean up this mess. I swear, one of these days, you’re going to have to grow up.

[Bryant grumbles and throws open his own locker room door. He quickly pushes through it and out of camera sight.]

Marty: You think I'm not a man just because I know how to make a dollar? Just wait, McCoy! One day you're going to have to face someone who doesn't tremble and kiss your feet. I'm hardkore with a "k" and I'll show you how serious I am tonight!


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TOURANMENT OF WARRIORS QUALIFYING MATCH!
Jasper Locke vs Lord Alexander Bennington
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DeLucia: The bell rings and this one is about to start!


Streamline: About to start the end of Jasper Locke's life! Did you see what Lord Alexander Bennington did in his debut match?


[Bennington starts to walk right to Locke, but Locke starts to shuffle around to Bennington's side. Bennington turns to grab Locke but Locke rolls behind Bennington and snaps a kick to Bennington thigh. Bennington quickly turns to grab Locke again but Locke rolls behind Bennington and snaps off another kick to the back of Bennington's thigh. Locke is able to roll behind Bennington again but this time the big man swings around nails Locke with a powerful lariat.]


DeLucia: Big time Lariat from Alexander Bennington!


Streamline: That's an understatement, that lariat turned Locke inside out!


[Locke starts to stumble back up to his feet, Bennington comes down with a big elbow across the lower back of Locke! Alexander sends Locke into the ropes and sends him crumbling to the mat with a shoulder block! Locke grits his teeth, holding the back of his head, Bennington drops back into the ropes and comes off with a knee drop! Locke rolls away, Bennington's knee driving into the mat!]


DeLucia: Lord Alexander limps up to his feet holding his knee, Locke comes off the ropes and dropkicks his good leg out from underneath him!

[Locke grabs the leg of Bennington and drops an elbow across the inside of his knee. Standing up quickly, he drops a second and third and forth! Standing up to drop another, Bennington raises his other leg to the chest of Locke and kicks him off and across the ring! Jasper bounces off the mat but springs back up to his feet, Alexander begins to stand up again and has his leg clipped from underneath him again! ]


DeLucia: Locke grabs the leg of Bennington trying to turn him over with a single leg boston crab, Bennington blocks it, too much mass to be turned over. Reaching up and grabbing Locke by the hair, Bennington drives a series of palm strikes into the face of Locke knocking him backwards!

Streamline: Jasper is going to be busted open unless he does something soon.

[Alexander limps back up to his feet, Locke shaking his head to clear the cobwebs out. Jasper rushes forward, Bennington catching him coming in with a forearm shiver to the face! Jasper stumbles backwards, his knees look like they're about to buckle before jolting forward again, Jasper finds himself hoisted into the air by Bennington and planted with a spinebuster! Lord Alexander shakes his leg trying to get the feeling back into it, pulling Locke to his feet Bennington whips Locke into the ropes ducking down for a Samoan drop!]


DeLucia: This Samoan drop is going to put Jasper Locke into a world of pain!


[Locke starts to fire elbows to the side of Bennington's head and face, causing the big man to loosen his grip. Locke takes the opportunity to drop of Bennington's back but as soon his Locke's feet hit the ring mat he jumps right back up onto Bennington's back.]


DeLucia: It's the Pnigophobia!


[Locke struggles to try to wrap his legs around Bennington but the big man waist no time running straight back into the turnbuckle! And again!Then Bennington reaches back and is able to grab both of Locke's arms. Bennington throws Locke over his shoulder and at the same time over the top rope!]


Streamline: Lord Bennington turn around!


DeLucia: Jasper Locke making an impressive save by grabbing onto the top rope as he was tossed like a rag doll to the out side!


[Locke's arm stretches out and his backside his the ring canvas hard but he doesn't go all the way to the arena floor. Locke quickly jumps to his feet and as Alexander turns around Locke trusted himself over the top rope!]


DeLucia: Springboard Tornado DDT onto Bennington!


Streamline: Cover from Locke!




















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[KICKOUT!]

[Locke climbs out of the ring to the apron and up to the top rope, waiting on Bennington. Lord Alexander slowly begins to stand up holding his head! Locke dives off the top rope with a double axe handle, Bennington catches him with the Royal Boot underneath the jaw! Locke is sent flipping through the air and coming down on his face! Locke is rolled onto his back, Bennington covering him for the pin!


DeLucia: Royal Boot! Locke crashes and burns!


Streamline: What an idiot. Here comes the pin.








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THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR...[SHOUDLER UP!]


DeLucia: Locke just manages to get his shoulder up before the three count.



[Rolling Locke onto his stomach, Bennington sits across his lower back and locks in a camel clutch! Wilkes checks to see if Locke wants to submit, shaking his head back and forth, Jasper refuses to submit! Bennington pulling back on the head of Locke trying to break him in half!]

Streamline: Our lordship is stretching Locke out like a pretzel. He should just submit already. Better to give in than risk a lengthy injury.



DeLucia: Locke stretches for the ropes, a long way away from getting free. Bennington stands up breaking the submission and stomps across the back of the head of Locke!


[ Reaching down and wrapping his arms around the waist of Locke, Bennington deadlifts Jasper off the mat and is thrown backwards with a German Suplex! Locke is folded up like a ball and sent rolling out of the ring to the floor.]

DeLucia: Oh my god! Jasper Locke just got tossed into the next county by that german suplex.


Streamline: I hope they keep him. The kid has looked pathetic tonight.


[Pulling the ring apron aside, Locke reaches underneath grabbing hold of something. Bennington moves towards the ropes, reaching between them and grabbing Locke by the hair! Locke comes up and sprays a can of Lysol in the face of Bennington!]






DeLucia: The ref didn't see Locke spray that can of lysol! Alexander stumbles backwards holding his face, Locke dives into the ring behind him and rolls him!


Streamline: Did I say pathetic! I meant brilliant! Look, he even remembered to hold Alexander's tights.


















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TWO...





















THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Corlone: The winner of this match and advancing in the Tournament of Warriors...JASPER LOCKE!


DeLucia: Jasper Locke advances towards the IGA Championship, but he had to cheat to do it!


Streamline: Exactly, he HAD to. Nothing was working tonight. Alexander had his number, but Jasper wasn't afraid to do what was needed to win.

[Locke staggers towards the corner and throws his arms in the air! Standing up on the middle turnbuckles, Jasper plays up to the crowd. Bennington coughs and spits up the Lysol that was sprayed in his face, Bennington stumbles up to his feet, with Locke's back to him, Bennington hooks him across his shoulders with an inverted fireman's carry! Locke goes wide eyed as Bennington tosses him off his shoulders with the Just Demise!]

Delucia: Just Demise! Bennington gets a small measure of revenge on Locke.


Streamline: What a sore loser.



[Locke grabs the back of his head and neck after coming down across the vicious knee! Bennington traps the arm of Locke and hooks his head in a crippler crossface! Locke taps frantically as Bennington continues to pull back on the hold getting a measure of revenge against Locke!]


DeLucia: The Crippler crossface! Regardless of the match outcome, Alexander is making sure this crowd knows who the better man is.


Streamline: I'm the better man. Always have been and always will be.


DeLucia: Oh, get a grip!

[Wilkes warns Bennington that there will be ramifications, Locke can't tap anymore, passing out from the pain. Bennington stands slowly hovering over Locke and glaring down at him.]





~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS QUALIFYING MATCH!
"The Model" Marcus Christian vs "The Locker Room Leader" Marty Donovan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[The arena goes black as ocean sounds and a distant piano melody can be heard. The first loud chord of "Pirate Jet" by The Gorillaz plays and suddenly blinding white pyros go off.]


Streamline: And here comes the man, who is going to win the Tournament of Warriors!


[When the pyros fade Marty is in a cocky pose on the stage surrounded by his leeches and washed up wrestler friends. Marty and his entourage all wear his latest t-shirt and hat. His ring team hype up the crowd and push shopping carts of over priced merchandise that they sell to the front row. Former Hardkore World Color Commentator Phil Blauer gets in the ring and steals the microphone.]


Phil Blauer: From Cheshire, Connecticut weighing in at 215 pounds, "The Locker Room Leader" Marty Donovan!


[Marty's best friend and training partner Steve Bishop helps him out of his pre-fight clothes and gives advice on the opponent. They bro hug and Marty slides into the ring. He tests out the ropes as the crowd rain down boos.]


DeLucia: I know you think Marty has the whole tournament in the bag but he still has to get threw this man.


[The fans begin to cheer as Trish's "Mannequin" begins to play. Just then, Marcus Christian steps onto the entrance ramp a confident grin on his handsome face. He's joined by his manager, Felicity Wilde. Marcus wears a silk, Versace shirt, open to show off his chiseled physique, and form-fitting, black, leather pants. He completes the look with black boots and Chanel shades, shielding his eyes. Meanwhile, the lovely Felicity wears a slinky, little black dress and heels, her black hair parted in the middle and falling down her back. Marcus folds his arms across his chest and Felicity drapes an arm across him as a group of photographers suddenly join them on the entrance ramp, immediately snapping photos.]




# They call me Mannequin #
# You lookin' real hard #
# You come back again #
# You come back again #




[Marcus and Felicity makes their way down the aisle, the photographers following at their heels and continuing to snap pictures. The attractive duo, meanwhile, slaps hands with the fans.]




# They call me Mannequin #
# I move it real slow #
# Back it up again #
# Like a Mannequin (Imma break) #




[With that grin still in place, Marcus enters the ring and holds the ropes open for Felicity, who enters after him. He makes a show of removing his shades and Felicity rips off his shirt, drawing catcalls from some of the females in attendance. He strikes a few more poses for his "paparazzi" before shooing them away and preparing for the start of the match. Felicity exits the ring and takes her place at ringside.]




# Get on top of this flow (Imma break) #
# Get on top of this flow #
# Oh, oh, oh, oh (Watch me) #
# Oh, oh, oh, oh (Watch me) #
# Oh, oh, oh, oh (Watch me come to life) #
# Pose (Let's get it) #
# Pose. Pose. Pose. Pose. Pose. Pose. Pose. (Watch me) #
# Pose. Pose. Pose. Pose. (Watch me come to life) Pose. #


[The bell rings, Christian and Donvon lock up. Donovan pushes Christian down but he is able to reverse into a wrist lock. Once behind Donovan, Christian tosses him back in a big belly to back suplex. Donovan hits the mat hard and rolls to the out side. Christian poses to the crowd, as Donovan paces back and forth on the out side with his crew yelling words of encouragement. Donovan finally get up to the apron and Christian grabs him as he is coming threw the ropes. The referee tries to pull him off Donovan, with the referees ducking in-between them Donovan reaches over and thumbs Christian in the eyes!]


DeLucia: Dirty move by quite possibly the dirtiest wrestler in the IGA!


Streamline: No way, he was washing his hair last night when I was trying to get him to come over and check out my Locker Roomer Leader merchandise collection.


DeLucia: I think he was blowing you off and that's not the only problem with that statement!


[Christian clutches at his eye as Donovan charges and hits him with a chop block to the back of the knee. Donovan grabs his leg and pulls Christian over in a single leg Boston crab. Christian face shows his pain but he starts crawling to the ropes. Donovan tries to pull the hold back to the center but Christian uses his straighten to grab the ropes! Christian takes a second to lean on the second rope, but Donovan see the opportunity and drop kicks Christian threw the ropes. Christian to the out side and Felicity goes to help Marcus up. Just as soon Christian is up, Donovan comes flips over the top rope and in a last second Christian is able to push Felicity out of the way before Donovan crashes down on top of him.]


DeLucia: Now normally you have the time to prepare yourself, and try to soften the blow of that type of move. Marcus took that time to try to keep Felicity safe and really took a harder hit there.


[Donovan up with a smile, and he drags Christian up by his hair. Donovan smashes Christian's head into the guard rail and rolls him back into the ring. Donovan slides in and starts to put the boots to him. After Donovan goes for the pin.]


One






Two






Th......


DeLucia: Thankfully the referee saw that Marty had put his feet on the second ropes for that extra leverage and stopped the count.


Streamline: It looked like the Locker Room Leader had a cramp and stretched his leg out and got caught on that rope.


[The referred and Donovan argue but Donovan pushes him to the side and goes for a DDT but Christian reverses into a Northern Lights Suplex! Donovan comes back up and Christian hits him with the Thesz Press and starts raining down punches to Donovan's head. Christian jumps up and waits for Donovan to get up. As Donovan makes it to his feet, Christian plants him right back down with a Samoan Drop.]


DeLucia: What's going on on the outside of the ring? It looks like Marty Donovan's thugs are gathering around Felicity!


Streamline: I am sure they are just helping her up after Christian knocked her down!


[Christian sees that Donovan's entourage has moved and notices he can't see Felicity. So he darts to the outs side as Steve Bishop is running back up the ramp yelling for help. Christian start yelling at the group, who stare back in confusion as they are helping Felicity up to her feet! Bishop comes back with a group of trainers and an EMT.]


Streamline: I think you need to go over there and apologies to Donovan's "thugs," as they are bring help that woman after Christian knocked her out!


DeLucia: You are right in that I should apologies. But look at their track record and I think I am in the clear for jumping to my conclusion!


[The trainer start to move Felicity to the back and ever the referee for the match is helping to make sure she is safe. Marcus starts to help her to the back but she tells him he need to finish the match. They argue for a moment before Chrisitan finally motions to go back to the ring. Christian slides in and Donovan cracked him in the side of the head with nightstick. Christian hits the mat, Donovan toss the nightstick to the outside, and drops for the cover!]


DeLucia: I give he and this group of misfits an inch and they run a marathon! The referee is on the outside trying to help with Felicity and Marty is taking cheep shots!


Streamline: You are right the referee in on the outside and can't count this pinfall!


[Bishop see the pin and grabs the referee and slides him back in.]


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Thr.....Should up!


DeLucia: How the hell did he do that?


Streamline: As I have said before, who is administrating the steroid testing in this organization?


[Donovan sits up in shock! He picks Christian up and moves to the ropes.]


DeLucia: River City Ransom!


Streamline: FEED THE BIRDS!!!!!!!!!!


[But Donovan isn't done just yet as he climbs the turnbuckle. Donovan flies and connects!]


DeLucia: Ode To ROMERO and then for the cover!


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THRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!


[Donovan's entourage floods the ring and the celebration begins!]


DeLucia: And Marty Donovan slithers his way into the TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS!


Streamline: Show some respect The Locker Room Leader is going to win that tournament and you are going to regret what you just said!


DeLucia: I'm not going to regret what I said and lets wait and see who win this thing!

[TheRobLoney]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS QUALIFYING MATCH!
Kaji Fireson vs "Black Jesus" Christian Faith
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

["Burn" begins playing over the arena's sound system, skipping the static and going straight for the music. The arena's lighting all turns a fiery shade of red as a wall of flames rises at the juncture between the stage and the ramp. The flames are so thick and so hot that you cannot see the curtain behind them. A few moments later, the flames dissipate almost instantly as a load of more traditional pyroes explode from either side of the ramp as Kaji Fireson is revealed to be standing behind the wall of flames. Kaji is quick to go down to the ring, striding confidently as he approaches the ring. Once at the apron, he slides under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring where he hops up on to his feet. From there, he goes to the corner and raises his arms up in the air, appealing to the crowd. He hops down from the turnbuckles and starts preparing for the match to come.]


DeLucia: Kaji Fireson coming to the ring, looking all business for his match tonight!


Streamline: But here comes my favorite for the match, "Black Jesus" Christian Faith!


DeLucia: Weren't you just bad mouthing him at A Walk on The Darkside? Just because he wasn't Marty Donvon?


Streamline: I don't recall that?


DeLucia: Oh, my.


V/O: REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!


[With that sentence the lights died causing the arena to go black as
the opening cords to Marilyn Manson's "Personal Jesus" began to play
over the sound system. The crowd came alive with a mixture of booing
and cheering.]


## Your own personal Jesus
## Someone to hear your prayers
## Someone who cares
## Your own personal Jesus
## Someone to hear your prayers
## Someone who's there


[A small pretty faint spot light shot down from the top of the
arena upon a figure standing in the aisle who has on a long black
hooded robe. His face covered by the over sized hood with only a
black beard in everyone's view..]


## Feeling unknown
## And you're all alone
## Flesh and bone
## By the telephone
## Lift up the receiver
## I'll make you a believer


[After a few moments the man reached up pulling the hood off his head
revealing the the man, the myth, the legend... Jesus Christ! No, not
really... When the hood dropped it revealed the boyish good looks of a
man that looked just like a gothic Jesus Christ, but his name is,
"Black Jesus" Christian Faith!]


## Take second best
## Put me to the test
## Things on your chest
## That we need to confess
## I will deliver
## You know I'm a forgiver


[Christian slowly and deliberately made his way down the aisle which caused
his black shoulder length hair to sway from side to side. After what
seemed to be minutes "Black Jesus" got to the ring steps. He paused
and almost right on cue to the music his arms rose to his side before
he looked to the sky.]


## Reach out and touch


Crowd: FAITH!


## Reach out and touch


Crowd: FAITH!


## Your own personal


Crowd: JESUS!


[Christian's arms dropped before he looked into the ring. He began to
remove his robe revealing his ring attire which consisted of full
length black tights with a white cross on the right leg with a glowing
outline of what can only be described as Jesus crucified on said
cross. To go along with the tights he's got on black wrestling boots,
with matching black knee pads. Plus He has arm sleeves that extend
from just above his elbows down to his fingers.]


## Feeling unknown
## And you're all alone
## Flesh and bone
## By the telephone
## Lift up the receiver
## I'll make you a believer
## I will deliver
## You know I'm a forgiver


[The robe dropped to the floor as Christian made his way up the steps. He
climbed up the corner before pausing on the middle rope with his arms
extended straight out. They quickly dropped as he stepped over the top
rope and back onto the middle rope and finally down into the ring.]


## Reach out and touch FAITH
## Your own personal JESUS
## Reach out and touch


Crowd: FAITH!


[With that the music faded while the mixed reaction from the crowd
continued with a few more cheers then before possibly because of the
music. The house lights are now back at full strength and the ring
attendant removed the robe from the floor. Faith circled the ring
before doing a few stretches with the aid of the ring ropes.]


DeLucia: And things are set to go!


[Kaji Fireson tries to circle Christian Faith, but Faith runs right at Fireson! He hits Fireson with a big forearm shot but Fireson hits Faith with a forearm shot right back. Faith hits another forearm, and Fireson hits his own forearm shot, Faith with another, but this time Fireson pushes Faith to the mat and Faith rolls over and onto his butt. Fireson charges and drives his knee into Faith's face!]


DeLucia: Big move from Kaji Fireson!


Streamline: Is Fireson already going for the cover? Waste of time!


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Two












[and kick out from Faith. Fireson is up to a knee as Faith grabs Fireson's head and rolls him into a schoolboy.]






One






[Kick out!]


DeLucia: Beautiful school boy but this match is still going, as both me are back to a vertical position.


[Faith hits the ropes and flies back with a front dropkick, Fireson stumbles back into the ropes. He comes back with arm extended but Faith with the drop toe hold. Fireson starts to push himself up but Faith jumps into the air and comes down with a elbow onto Fireson's back. Fireson goes right back down rolling in agony and Faith climbs the turnbuckle.]


DeLucia: Nice move from Christian Faith but he shouldn't be wasting time. He needs to keep the pressure on the multiple time champion!


Streamline: Kaji is down and Black Jesus is getting ready to put him away. Also let me point out how smart of a move knowing Kaji's history of back problems!


[Fireson back up and Faith hits a big cross body! Faith gets back up to his feet and grabs a handful of Kireson's hair, to bring him back up. To only put him back down with a single arm DDT. Faith up and all smiles. Again he grabs Fireson's hair and pulls him up. Faith pulls Fireson's head under his arm and backs himself into the corner. Faith up to the second rope.]


Streamline:What was that!?!


DeLucia: Christian Faith was going for the Tornado DDT but Kaji Fireson turned it into a northern lights suplex!


[Faith sits up, clearly in pain, and thrusts his knee into Faith's spine. Fireson locked on a sleeper hold but Faith swings his leg quickly and onto the bottom rope. Fireson release the hold both men get to their feet. Fireson hits Faith with a knife edge chop that puts Faith into the ropes. Faith bounces back and another knife edge chop puts him down. Fireson pulls Faith up, to hit him with another knife edge chop and a swinging neck breaker!]


DeLucia: Kaji is really taking it to Christian Faith!


Streamline: Faith is just letting Kaji build up his confidence so this won't be such a deviating lost.


[Faith rolls out of the ring, holding his bright red chest. Fireson reaches through the middle and top rope to grab Faith's hair. Faith yells in pain but manages to grab Fireson's head and drops down to the floor.]


DeLucia: Modified cutter to Kaji Fireson to the outside!


Streamline: I told you Faith was just biding his time and now Kaji is going down!


[Faith pulls himself up on the guardrail and starts to put the boots to Fireson. Fireson finally grabs one of Faith's leg and is able to push him back and fires back with a European uppercut.]


One


[Faith comes back punching Fireson in the jaw.]


Two


[Fireson grabs Faith's arm and irish whips him into the ring steps!]


Three


[Faith is able to put on the breaks, jumps on to the top of the steps, and jumps back.]


Four


DeLucia: Christian Faith with the reversal into a big Somersault Neck Breaker to Kaji Fireson on the outside!


Five


[Faith rolls back into the ring and yells at the referee to continue the count.]


Streamline: Like I said Christian Faith is going to win this one!


Six


[Faith taunts the crowd as Fireson rolls over to his hands and knees.]


Seven


[Faith's eyes widen as he notices Fireson is able to pull himself up. Faith hits the ropes.]


Eight


DeLucia: Christian Faith hits the suicide dive to Kaji Fireson sending both men into the guard railing!


Streamline: Good move it looked like Kaji was going to meet the ten count so why not restart the count by putting the pressure back on!


One


[Faith reaches over and rakes Fireson's eyes.]


Two


[Faith kicks Fireson in the gut.]


Three


[Fireson charges Faith and rams his back into the ring. Fireson rolls Faith into the ring and takes a second to make sure he can see after the eye rake before rolling back in himself.]


DeLucia: And the action has moved back into the ring!


[Fireson swings Faith into the turnbuckle and follows in with a tackle. Faith dodges and Fireson shoulder smacks into the post. Fireson tries to push himself out of the turnbuckle and Faith drops a double axe handle down hard on his back. Fireson slumps down and Faith pounds away on his lower back. After a few seconds, the referee finally gets in and pulls Faith off of Fireson. Faith steps back and as soon as the referee moves, Faith runs back into the corner landing a big dropkick! Fireson drops and Faith in for the cover.]


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[Th......and shoulder up!]


DeLucia: Kaji keeps this match alive!


Streamline: Don't count on it for long, Faith has this one in the bag! Just waiting for him to finish it off.


[Faith up and Fireson up to a knee. Faith steps onto a kneeling opponent's knee, floats over onto their shoulders and then hits a reverse frankensteiner!]


DeLucia: And that little sit up is call the Shinning Ninja!


[Fireson back down and again Faith goes to the top rope. Faith flies off and gets a foot in the face for his troubles. Faith crumbles and both men are down. There is no time for the referee to count as Fireson thrust himself over Faith for the cover.]


One






Two






Thr........


DeLucia: Christian Faith barely got out of that!


[Fireson steps up and pulls Faith to his feet and up over his head in a Vertical Suplex. Fireson looks down at Faith takes a step back, bounces back , and jumps up to drop a knee to his opponent's head. Faith rolls over holding his head, but gets right back up. They lock up, Fireson quickly twisted behind in a wrist lock. Fireson grabs Faith's leg and lifts him up for a knee breaker but Faith hits Fireson in the nose with hard punch. Fireson drops Faith, and Faith hits the ropes. As he comes back, Fireson drops to the mat, Faith jumps over and back off the ropes, this time ducking a clothesline attempt. As Faith comes off the ropes this time, Fireson grabs Faith.]


DeLucia: Backdraft right in the middle of the ring. Now Kaji needs to go for the cover!


Streamline: Christian isn't out of this one just yet.


[Fireson doesn't go for the cover, as he moves to the corner and climbs to the top. Fireson motions to Faith to get up but as soon as he does he flies off the tope rope hitting the Flash Fire. Fireson grabs Faith's leg, as in to lock in STF, but Faith quickly grabs the ropes and crawls to the apron. Fireson smiles and he goes to grab Faith, who kicks Fireson in the face knocking him back to the middle of the ring. Faith then springboards over the top rope and missile drop kicks Firson!]


DeLucia: Christin Faith utilizing his speed to keep this alive!


Streamline: I have no idea why you keep making this comments like Black Jesus isn't winning this match?


[The momentum of the dropkick spun Fireson around and onto the second rope. Faith runs, steps over Kaji's back, over the ropes, and drops his leg down on the back of Fireson's head. Fireson flops around in the ring holding his neck, as Faith gets to the apron. Fireson stops moving around and Faith jumps to the top rope again.]


Streamline: Amazing 450 splash and this one is over!


One










Two








Thre.......


DeLucia: Kaji Fireson just barely able to kick out!


Streamline: Clearly Kaji is running on empty and it is only a matter of time before Christian puts this one in the books!


[Faith looks at the referee in shock and gets up in his face. Faith and the referee argue as Fireson uses the time to recover. Fireson spins Faith around and hits him with a hip toss, and Faith pops up to only eat another hip toss. This time when Faith gets back up, Fireson goes for the hip toss and Faith reverses into a bulldog! Faith and Fireson get back to their feet and Faith jumps at Fireson.]


DeLucia: Christin Faith went for that desperation Super Kick and Kaji Fireson swung him around and hits Christian in the jaw with his signature Blazing Kick!


Streamline: What? No, way....


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Two












Three!!!!!!



DeLucia: Kaji Fireson wins and advances to the Tournament of Warriors!


Streamline: I think Christian's shoulders were up!

DeLuica: Think what you want, but Kaji Fireson gets the win and will meet Jasper Locke in the next round!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MAIN EVENT!
IGA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH!
Darkside Clyde Dixon vs "Dangerous by Himself" Bryant McCoy vs "The Arizona Assassin" Adrian Tanner
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[The lights flicker as “Type A” by Zebrahead blares over the PA system
speakers.]

Shut up,

I’m not like you.

Back off,

Don’t smother me

[The pyros explode on both sides of the entranceway as Bryant McCoy
emerges, leaping high into the air. he takes a few steps forward and
then suddenly stops. The rock song lyrics erupt.]

DeLucia: And here comes the former champion, who clearly has to be
hungry for the title back.

Streamline: Hungry? No, I would say more along the lines of obsessed.

Fuck this

I see through you

Suffer me through

[On the Tron, we see various eras of Bryant’s career. Him winning the
XoW, EWA, and FTWO World Titles quickly flash across the screen.
Finally, "Bryant" blinks in red, dripping ink. Bryant takes off
running towards the ring as the guitar picks up.]

Shut up I’m not like you (x3)

Suffer me through

Type a Fly away Don’t lie

I won’t let you get the best of me (x3)

DeLucia: One has to wonder though if tonight will be the night he
gets the title back from Clyde Dixon.

Streamline: Considering these three men know each other really well,
I would say this it totally up in the air. I know who I want to win,
but I'm not going to tell you because I'm not suppose to play
favorites.

DeLucia: When have you ever not done that!?

[Bryant raises both his hands into the air as he climbs up on the
middle rope of each side of the ring, one by one. Now on the Tron the
words “Dangerous by Himself” fade into view as we see the epic
highlights of his IGA solo tag team title run and World Title
victories.]

Streamline: He looks ready... I'll tell you this, the guy I think
that is going to win might be in the ring right now.

DeLucia: What happened to favorites?

Streamline: I said _MIGHT_!

[The house lights dim to black as spliced footage from Metal Gear
Solid III appears on the screen.]

Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how
lucky you are.

Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet.

Ocelot: Watch closely. Ocelot takes out two more revolvers.

Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going
to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?

[Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov
winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants.]

Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.

Sick Puppies voice over: "LET'S DO THIS!"

[The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million
pieces as "Street Fighter (War)" by Sick Puppies blares into focus.
Loud fireworks explode from the stage as the song kicks in and Adrian
Tanner Jr stands in the middle of the stage, arms out to his side and
head covered by the hood of his ring jacket. Red and white spotlights
illuminate the stage as plays through the PA. The red spotlights make
a circle through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune
with the music for a very dizzying effect, as the Arizona Assassin
makes his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp towards the ring,
slapping hands with a few fans before he pulls the jacket off as he
slides under the ropes. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and makes a
gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the "guns", "fires" then jumps
down and begins his pre-match warmup.]

DeLucia: And Tanner also looks ready to go. Look at him and McCoy
eyeing one another like they want to steal their lunch money from one
another.

Streamline: I will say this... My pick to win this match might be in
the ring right now!

DeLucia: Wow... Anyway... There are your challengers, now for the champ!

[The lights in the arena dimmed to a state of near darkness as
Immortal Technique spat out the first few words of one of his better
known songs...]

"Yo...

In a hundred years from now
Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead
So it's inconsequential really
All the shit that you talk
All the bullshit that you stand for
It's more important what, what you're ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to your children
What you're ready to create
You better fucking remember that
When you challenge a mother fucker like me
Remember...

I'm the dominant species..."

[As soon as those final words were uttered, a stocky, shaven-skulled
ebony skinned man stepped through the curtain and stood at the top of
the entrance ramp for a moment, smirking as he listened to the jeers
and catcalls hurled in his direction. Clad in his trademark solid
black boxing style trunks and boots, Darkside Clyde Dixon began to
saunter down toward the ring, stopping to silence some of more vocal
spectators by shooting them a nasty glare. Dixon then resumed his
journey toward the squared circle, occasionally puncturing the air in
front of him with an uppercut until he finally reached his
destination.]

DeLucia: Clyde Dixon has been a wrecking machine almost his entire
career in the IGA. Tonight, we find out if he is the real deal.
Because tonight we find out if he can win when he's no longer the
hunter. He is now the hunted.

Streamline: He looks ready, I can't argue the fact.

[At that point, Dixon rolled under the bottom rope into the ring, and
then stared out into the crowd and slowly drew his thumb across his
throat; having completed his best known taunt, he then made his way to
his corner and began to shadow-box as he awaited the beginning of the
match.]

Streamline: NOW! I will say this... The guy I think will win this
match _IS_ in fact standing inside that ring!

DeLucia: I don't even know why I listen to you.

[The three former teammates meet in the middle of the ring, Dixon
shoving his finger in the face of McCoy and Tanner, running his mouth.
McCoy and Tanner look at each other for a moment before turning and
laying into Dixon with a double knife edge chop taking him off his
feet! Dixon stands back up quickly and catches a pair of overhead
rights to the head taking him off his feet again! The World Champion
staggers back up, McCoy grabbing his arm and whipping him into the far
corner, turning to Tanner who offers his arm, McCoy whips Tanner into
the corner, Tanner catching Dixon with an avalanche and moving out of
the way in time for McCoy to follow up with a clothesline in the
corner!]

DeLucia: What was suppose to be a three way dance has turned into a
handicapped match.

Streamline: This is bogus, but be careful, things can and will change
at the blink of an eye.

[Stumbling out of the corner. McCoy scoops Dixon upside down in the
corner with a tree of woe! Adrian Tanner comes off the ropes and
plants both feet into Dixon's face with a basement dropkick! Bryant
rushes in with a baseball slide to the head of Dixon, Clyde falling
out of the corner holding his head. McCoy springs back up to his feet
and climbs up to the middle rope, throwing his arms up in the air
playing up to the crowd. Adrian Tanner however noticed the lapse in
concentration and rolled Dixon onto his back covering him for the
pin!]



Streamline: See!





DeLucia: Tanner trying to pull a fast one!














ONE...


















[McCoy turns around and grabs Tanner's leg pulling him off of Dixon.
Clyde rolls out of the ring to the floor.]

Streamline: Now let the fireworks happen...

[Tanner stands up quickly, Adrian and Bryant talking between each
other. Tanner shoving McCoy, Bryant stumbles back a step and fires a
knife edge into the chest of Tanner! Adrian grits his teeth, doubling
over and standing back up with a chop of his own! McCoy fires a boot
into the stomach of Tanner, doubling him over, McCoy drives him back
into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Swinging with a lariat,
Tanner ducks and comes up behind McCoy with a rear waist lock. Rushing
forward into the ropes, Tanner rolls backwards pulling McCoy back with
him for the pin!]





DeLucia: Tanner with a nice reversal!





ONE...


















TWO...[KICKOUT!]

Streamline: No way would that be enough. I never understand why
people try stuff like that. NEVER works!

DeLucia: I've seen it work, what are you talking about?

Streamline: Whatever...

[McCoy kicks Tanner off and climbs back up to his feet, drilling
Tanner with a European Uppercut into the ropes. Dixon starts to climb
up onto the apron, McCoy whips Tanner across the ring into Dixon,
knocking him off the apron to the floor! Tanner stumbles forward,
another kick buried deep into his stomach, McCoy hooking him in a
front face lock and planting him with a DDT in the middle of the ring!
McCoy floating over to cover Adrian!]









DeLucia: Now McCoy with the cover!


Streamline: Tanner's head just just driven into the mat, sounded hollow...








ONE...






















TWO...





















[Dixon slides into the ring and dives forward with an elbow to the
back of McCoy's skull!]

DeLucia: And Dixon breaks up the pin!

Streamline: McCoy's head sounded more hollow then Tanner's. Do either
of them have a brain do ya think?

DeLucia: .....

[Clyde drags McCoy back to his feet and drives him head first into the
top turnbuckle, spinning McCoy around, Clyde fires a rapid series of
lefts and rights to his midsection softening the former champion up!
Hooking his head, Dixon pulls Bryant's head down and fires his knee
into the Georgia native's skull! Bryant falls backwards seated in the
corner, Dixon shoving his foot into his throat and choking the life
from McCoy! Erik Rockwell warns Dixon, putting the count on him, Clyde
breaking the choke at 4. Clyde rushes into the ropes and comes off
with a running knee to the side of McCoy's head rattling his brains
with the force of the knee!]

Streamline: Well... If McCoy had any brains they are mush now.

DeLucia: Clyde Dixon showing that every limb he's got is a weapon.

Streamline: Tanner is showing some signs of movement.

[Adrian Tanner starts to pull himself back up, Dixon turns around and
sends a roundhouse kick into the stomach of Tanner. Adrian clutches
his ribs and stumbles away, Dixon grabs his arm and whips him across
the ring, Darkside catches Tanner coming in with a release overhead
belly to belly suplex! Tanner rolls out of the ring to the floor,
Dixon climbing out after him and stomping across the back of his head
and neck. Lifting Tanner up, Dixon drops him face first across the
edge of the apron with a snake eyes. Tanner falls back to the floor
holding his mouth, Dixon grabs the middle rope and starts to pull
himself back up, McCoy rushes forward from the corner and baseball
slides into the chest of Dixon! Clyde falls backwards off the apron to
the floor and rolls into the railing.]

DeLucia: Baseball slide by McCoy and now everyone is down. It's like
they are one upping one another over and over again.

Streamline: I like to refer tot hat as a couple of one mover wonders.
No one can follow anything up. If I was in the ring I think I would
crush these fools.

Delucia: I'm not even sure you could defeat a donut let alone one of
these three men.

[The World Champion was pulled back to his feet, McCoy whipping him
across the floor and back first into the ring steps! Bryant rolls
Clyde into the ring and climbs up onto the apron afterwards, Tanner
reaches up and sweeps the back of McCoy's legs out from underneath
him! Bryant comes down across the edge of the apron and down to the
floor, Tanner rolls into the ring and dives over Dixon with an
Oklahoma roll!]


DeLucia: Another roll up pin!


Streamline: Bet he kicks out.......












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TWO...


















[KICKOUT!]

Streamline: Shocker...

DeLucia: Tanner was close, but Dixon is showing his toughness.

[Lifting Clyde back up to his feet, Tanner hammerlock's the Canadian's
arm and scoop slams him down onto it! Clyde arches off the mat and
holds his shoulder, Tanner grabbing the arm of Dixon and slamming it
back down into the canvas! Dixon grits his teeth holding his arm,
Tanner pins Dixon's arm down on the canvas and jumps into the air,
coming down with both knees across the limb of the champion! Tanner
pulls Dixon back to his feet and twists his arm around in an armbar,
kicking him in the stomach, the champion doubles over, Tanner steps
over the arm of Clyde and flips him onto his back with a rolling arm
bar! Clyde grits his teeth, Rockwell checking to see if he wanted to
give up while Adrian tries to rip his arm out of his socket!]

DeLucia: That arm bar is locked on! I'm not sure Dixon will be able
to last very long!

[McCoy climbs up to the top rope in the mean time, with both men
sprawled out, McCoy comes off the top with a flying elbow drop across
the chest of Tanner! Clyde pulls his arm in close and rolls away,
Tanner clutches his chest as McCoy covers him for the pin!]

Streamline: Whao... I didn't see that one coming.




DeLucia: McCoy with a cover!!!





















ONE...

























TWO...






















T...[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: NO! Tanner kicked out at the very last second!

Streamline: I'm kinda surprised. I've never thought of Adrian Tanner
as a "tough" guy.

DeLucia: Just stop it!

[Grabbing Tanner by the hair, McCoy backs him into the corner and
lifting him up to the top turnbuckle. Firing several overhead rights
into the head of Tanner, McCoy climbs up to the top after him. Hooking
the head of Tanner for a superplex, Tanner grabs the top rope stuffing
the superplex! McCoy pushes the head of Tanner back, driving several
headbutts into his face! Adrian was rocked, McCoy hooking him again
for the superplex, Dixon jumps up to the middle rope and grabs the
waist of McCoy! Just as Bryant started to take Tanner over for the
Superplex, Dixon hoisted McCoy with a German Suplex! All three men
came crashing out of the corner! Tanner rolls out of the ring to the
floor clutching his back, McCoy was motionless in the middle of the
ring, Dixon clutches his arm and digs his heels into the mat, pushing
back ontop of McCoy for the pin!]




Streamline: Desperation pin...



















ONE...

























TWO...


























TTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: McCoy kicked out! And Dixon can't believe it.

Streamline: He looks pissed and shocked all at the same time if
that's even possible!

[Marty Donovan begins to walk down the aisle to the ring, his arms
folded across his chest.]

DeLucia: And now what is "The Locker Room Leader" doing out here?

Streamline: Watching a decent match like everyone else is. Duh.

[Standing at the ringside area, Donovan watches intently, Dixon stands
up slowly and pulls McCoy with him. Dixon hooks his arm across the
chest of McCoy, lifting him up in the air for an Uranga Slam and
bringing Bryant down across his knee! McCoy jerked back and forth
clutching his back, Dixon covering him for the pin again!]



DeLucia: Dixon with a pin attempt, but keep your eyes on Donovan.
Who knows what he's up to.




Streamline: He's just watching, that's all.




















ONE...
























TWO...



























TH...[Adrian Tanner pulls Clyde out of the ring to the floor!]

Streamline: Nice save!

[Tanner grits his teeth in pain, Pulling Clyde up to his feet and
whipping him into the steel railing! Clyde stumbles forward into the
Daytripper on the floor! With the champion laid out, Tanner rolled
back into the ring and slowly started to stand back up. McCoy began to
push up to his feet again, Tanner hooking him with a cobra clutch and
throwing all of his weight backwards with the Eien ni, Tsueni!
Floating over and covering McCoy for the pin!]





DeLucia: WHAT A MOVE!!!















ONE...





















TWO...





























TTTTTHHHHHHHHHR...[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: He kicked out! McCoy kicked out!

Streamline: Adrian Tanner was that close to winning the title.

[Tanner stands back up and stumbles into the ropes, pulling off his
elbow pad and waiting on McCoy. Bryant uses the ropes to stand back up
and turns around. Tanner spins around with a roaring elbow, McCoy
ducks underneath and catches Tanner in a rear waist lock! McCoy
explodes backwards with a German Suplex! McCoy tries to bridge off the
mat but can't get his shoulders up!]

DeLucia: McCoy with a bridge!



















ONE...
































TWO...































TTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE...[KICKOUT!]

Streamline: You couldn't have slipped an eye lash under that hand
that's how close that was to a three out.

DeLucia: Bryant McCoy wants that title back, and Adrian Tanner was
almost the reason Clyde Dixon would have lost it.

[Tanner kicks out breaking the unknowing pinfall he had on McCoy. With
both men down, Clyde Dixon starts to crawl into the ring slowly, McCoy
starts to pull Tanner back up to his feet. Tanner grabs the front of
Bryant's tights and falls backward, throwing McCoy between the ropes
and down to the floor. McCoy crumbles to the floor, Tanner starts to
stand up and eats a high knee lift to the face from Clyde! Tanner was
rocked, Dixon hooking him for the Midnight Special, Tanner was taken
over head and dropped on the top of his head by the champion! Clyde
hooking his leg for the pin!]


DeLucia: THIS COULD BE IT!!!















ONE...























TWO...








Streamline: I this this may actually be it...
















TTTTTH..[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLucia: NO, Tanner kicked out!

[McCoy slowly begins to climb back up to the apron, pulling himself up
with the ropes. Dixon grabs the arm of Tanner and tries to whip him
into the ropes! Adrian reverses it and sends Dixon in, Clyde and
Bryant collide heads viciously! Bryant is knocked off the apron and
sent sprawling into the railing! Clyde's eyes roll back into his head,
falling to one knee and stumbling forward completely lost to where he
was! Tanner hooks him in a small package rolling him over for the
pin!]





Streamline: What is with all these damn roll up pin attempts!?


DeLucia: Adrian Tanner with a quick one!!!













ONE...


























TWO...



























[Marty Donovan dives into the ring on the other side of the pile!
Rockwell never saw him, Donovan pulling the pile over and sliding out
of the ring with Clyde now covering Tanner!]



DeLucia: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?



Streamline: I didn't see anything...


DeLucia: Are you blind!? Dixon now has the cover on Tanner!












ONE...




























TWO...

















DeLucia: Not like that!? A great match is being ruined!







THREE!!!

Streamline: Bahahahahahaha!!!

DeLucia: What are you laughing at!?

Streamline: I picked Clyde Dixon to win!

DeLucia: Ya know what, you're a real son of a B.

*DING DING DING!*

[TOTAL BULLSHIT HEEL POP!]

DeLucia: A great match was ruined, straight up ruined!

Streamline: A great win for Clyde Dixon. Plain and simple.

Corlone: The winner of this match and STILL IGA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION! "DARKSIDE" CLYDE DIXON!

[McCoy is staggering on the outside of the ring while Dixon rolled off
Adrian Tanner. The title was handed to him even though he clearly
didn't know what happened. Adrian Tanner looked over seeing Marty
Donavon laughing as he back peddled up the aisle way.]

DeLucia: You thought Adrian Tanner and Marty Donovan hated one
another before, I don't think you've seen anything yet.

Streamline: Who cares, we have a great champion in Clyde Dixon!

DeLucia: We're out of time... I'm disgusted...

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