IWC Asylum-Nov 7- Long Island, New York

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The show fades in, inside the IWC arena. We see about 300 IWC’s faithful at ringside chanting “IWC, IWC, IWC, IWC.” Standing in the middle of the ring, supporting a new IWC T-Shirt, is the new owner of Insane Wrestling Championship, Hurricane Jeff. Jeff stands there with the Mic in hand.

Jeff: WELCOME TO THE REBIRTH OF INSANE……WRESTLING……CHAMPIONSHIP!

Claps and cheers are heard from the 300 people in attendance.

Jeff: Tonight, expect to see New and old faces. Expect to see some Hardcore wrestling. Expect to see some old school wrestling. Because tonight folks, your in for a treat. Before we get to the show, there’s a few things I need to fill everyone on. In the back of the room is the merchandise table. We got some pictures, a few of the new IWC T-shirts for sale. So during intermission, some of the IWC misfits will come out and sign autographs. Also don’t forget to get your 50/50 tickets. 1 ticket for 2 dollars or 3 tickets for 5. Also Beer is available at the concession stand, so drink responsible.

A “WE LIKE BEER” Chants is heard from a few already drunk people in the front row.

Jeff: I don’t want to waste much more time. I know everyone is pumped to get this show going. First, I’d like to introduce to everyone, The commentators for Insane Wrestling Championship, and you can hear them as this show will be posted on www.thenewiwc.tk. Give it up for Russ T Nailz and former IWC owner…STEVE BECKETT

The fans clap as the two men come out. Russ waves to the crowd as he and Steve head over to the table set up beside the entrance.

Jeff: Your referee for the matches tonight, Dave "The Rage" Heiner!

Dave runs out, slapping the hands of the fans in the front row and gets into the ring

Jeff: Our interviewer, former IWC commentator, JACK…SPADE!

Jack comes out and he waves to the crowd before heading back, backstage.

Jeff: And finally, the man who will be running the show. He’s a close friend of mine. He’s been by my side since the opening of APW almost 3 years ago. He’s a member of the APW board of Directors, so please give it up for Reginald Schmidt!



A mash-up of Rick Astley's “Never Gonna Give You Up” and Nirvana's “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits the speakers as Reginald Schmidt enters from behind the curtains, dressed in a business suit with a red tie. He gives the crowd thumbs up as he heads down the aisle towards the ring. Once he reaches the ring, he steps in through the middle of the ropes, and meets Jeff in the middle of the ring.

Jeff: That’s my time for tonight. Enjoy the show everyone.

Jeff hands Reginald the mic and shakes his hand. Jeff exit’s the ring and heads to the back. The fans are already booing Reginald before he even begins to speak.

Reginald: Surely you fine people here tonight aren't going to judge a book by it's cover and boo me before you even get a chance to meet me! After all, President Jeff wouldn't have put me in charge here if he didn't think I'd do the very best job possible in running the IWC! I know I might not be the most hardcore, crazy, insane man to enter this arena, but as my entrance theme can attest, I'm down with what's hip and I'm never going to give up on IWC!

Reginald Schmidt flashes a cheesy, politician like grin as he gives the crowd another thumbs up, prompting more boos from the crowd. This causes Schmidt to frown.

Reginald: I really don't see what the issue is you all seem to have with me. I just want to help IWC become the very best fed that it can be...

Suddenly the IWC Big Screen flickers… the lights in the arena seem to dim for a moment as if the owner of the building forgot to pay his electrical bill… when the house lights suddenly come back up and the pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys takes over the webcast.

Looming in a closeup… larger than life on the big screen is The Paragon of Hardcore, “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell… The IWC Faithful just explode, threatening to take the roof off the building at the sight of their hometown hero defying the odds and showing up on IWC Asylum despite the fact that they thought they were going to be deprived of his presence due to a suspension. Looming over his shoulders on either side like a couple of wolves joining their alpha to close in on a kill are Trevor’s little sister, “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell and his prize student, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri. The Excellence of Extreme’s smile… looking to be a wide as the Long Island Expressway on this big screen… spreads across his face like a plague when he realizes that Emrys has patched them through.

Trevor: Reggie… Reggie… Reggie…

Reginald: (whimpering) My name is Reginald, not Reggie, thank you very much.

Trevor: Whatever. Like I care. Reggie, you didn’t think a little thing like an indefinite suspension was going to keep us off this webcast, did you? You seem way too intelligent to have honestly believed that you were going to be able to put on the first IWC Asylum of the new era in The Blackwells’ hometown without us gracing you with our presence… I know you’re new around here, Reggie but trivial bullshit like suspensions and boundaries have never been able to hold us back… especially not when I own the building where you put on your little shows…

Kristina giggles from over her big brother’s left shoulder, cleaning some blood out from under her nails with a long stiletto blade. Damian seems to almost vibrate with excitement from The Career Killer’s left flank. The crowd breaks into a chant of, “BLACKWELL! BLACKWELL! BLACKWELL!” for a moment or two before quieting down so they can hang on their hero’s words.

Trevor: See, Reggie… the IWC Faithful would never let us stay away… and its truly for them that we reek the havoc that we do… They demand it. They scream for the blood that we shed. And we give it to them in buckets. But don’t fret, Reggie… Ask not for whom the bell tolls because it does not toll for thee… You’re not the one that we want… We want the blood of President Jeff… You’re just a necessary evil that stands in our way… And ask this crowd of our rabid fans… NOTHING ever stands in our way for long…

Another chant of “BLACKWELL! BLACKWELL! BLACKWELL!”. Trevor strikes a Crucifix Pose for his IWC Faithful which only seems to make them chant louder. The Paragon of Hardcore brandishes his trusty Singapore Cane as the chants subside enough to let him continue.

Trevor: Here’s the deal, Reggie… I’ve seen the growing roster of talent IWC has to offer these days… some of the best wrestlers and Hardcore Warriors I’ve seen grace this building since the original incarnation of Insane Wrestling Championships so many years ago… But it’s a shame that because of President Jeff’s cowardice, they’re about to become cannon fodder… The Blackwells and the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw are going to run roughshod on IWC… we’re going to sow carnage and dissension and all around Kaos until we get what we want… until HJ’s green tights wearing ass faces us… until we have been given the pound of flesh that we crave… Blood for the Blood God, dear Reggie… So you may as well book Kristina and I on next week’s Asylum or the first blood that we shed will be yours… and we’ll make the beating you took earlier this week feel like a fun night with an escort….

The IWC Faithful suddenly launch into a singsong chant of, “TREVOR’S GONNA KILL YOU! TREVOR’S GONNA KILL YOU!”. The Career Killer just laughs and this time he doesn’t wait for them to stop, letting the voice of HIS IWC Faithful be the backdrop for his warnings.

Trevor: A truer chant has never been spoken, Reggie… Don’t say you haven’t been warned…

With that, the pirated video feed fades and the IWC Big Screen is dark once more. The fans continue their prophetic singsong chant as
Reginald looks flustered in the ring. He talks loudly to where the mic picks it up as he runs towards the back!

Reginald: Jeff! Jeff! I need some help here!

IWC Asylum takes a break for a web ad.

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The tron flashes on a video of a dog barking through a fence. Pink's chorus in "Won't Back Down" filters out, different colored lights flash throughout the arena, and as Eminems' first verse kicks out pyro explodes from the stage. Gordie James emerges from the back as smoke rises from the stage. Gordie drops to one knee, throws his hands into devil horns, and crosses his arms in front of his chest making an X with the horns. Gordie then makes his way to the ring and awaits his opponent.

Adam: This opening contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Hell's Kitchen, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, “Suicide Messiah” Gordie James!

Nailz: Gordie James makes history tonight being the first competitor to walk down the aisle in the newly reborn IWC!

Beckett: Can he make more history by winning the first match in the history of the reborn IWC, though?

The lights darken as "Avarice" by Disturbed begins to play throughout the arena and a few red strobe lights begin to flash around the arena to the beat. After a few seconds, the masked Crimson Ghost emerges from the back and stands at the top of the ramp, looking around the arena, the strobe lights still going.

Adam: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 220 pounds, Crimson Ghost!

Beckett: Not much is known about the Crimson Ghost, other than his slightly suicidal tendancies! I think he'll fit in here just fine!

Nailz: He also has a sizable mean streak to go along with his disregard for his own well being, a dangerous combination if ever there was one!

As the lyrics kick in Crimson Ghost begins to make his way down the ramp, walking his way to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and remains on his knees for a few moments before quickly getting to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle, raising both his arms into an X as the lights return to normal.

Match 1: Crimson Ghost vs. “Suicide Messiah” Gordie James

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The first match in the new IWC is a doozy, as both men keep a frantic pace for much of the match. Gordie tries to keep things grounded, getting up close and brawling with Crimson Ghost as much as possible, not giving Ghost an opportunity to use his high flying expertise. After getting the upperhand with a few hard punches to the face, Gordie nails Ghost with the Chaingun, going for a cover, 1
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Ghost kicks out!

Nailz: An impressive combo from Gordie there, nailing Crimson Ghost with a Climbing Wheel Kick into a Standing Moonsault! Still, it wasn't enough to get the win!

Beckett: Crimson Ghost is showing resiliancy kicking out of that move!

Gordie pulls Crimson Ghost up and goes for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Crimson Ghost gets a hold of the ropes, and keeps his grip, causing Gordie to fall to his back. Crimson Ghost follows up with an immediate Standing Shooting Star Press, going for a cover himself, but only gets a one count! The action continues to go back and forth, until Crimson Ghost has Gordie on the ropes, and gives him a Shuffle Side Kick, sending Gordie spilling to the outside of the ring! Crimson Ghost then climbs to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off, catching Gordie with a Moonsault right as he stands up! Ghost then rolls him back into the ring, locks in the Reverse Figure Four Lock, and gives Gordie James no choice but to tap out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Crimson Ghost[/center]

Adam: Here is your winner, by submission, Crimson Ghost!

Nailz: And with that, Crimson Ghost goes in the record books as the winner of the first match in the new IWC!

Beckett: It was a well fought contest, but in the end, Crimson Ghost's well placed counter to the Russian Leg Sweep helped him gain the advantage he needed to hold on for the win!

“Avarice” plays over the speakers as the ref raises Crimson Ghost's arm in victory. The fans boo a bit as Crimson Ghost celebrates his victory. IWC cuts backstage.

The scene opens with Jack Spade standing next to "Supersonic" Branden Harvey for an interview.

Spade: Branden Harvey, tonight you face Damian Dimitri. Your thoughts, sir?

Harvey: Damian Dimitri is the kind of guy that sneak attacks people backstage. How do you think I feel? I'm very, very angry. Damian Di...

Spade: What makes you think you can beat him? He is the Hybrid. He is better than most. He is better than you.

Harvey: I agree on some points, but...

Spade: No "but" about it. Are you fucking stupid? You challenged Damian Dimitri in your first match in pro wrestling. Only a fucking inbred idiot, like the people here in Long Island, would do that.

Harvey: Listen man. If you interupt me again, I'm going to...

Spade: You'll do what?

Harvey: I'm gonna kill your ass.

Branden Harvey grabs Spade by the shirt, ready to hit him when, suddenly, "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri comes out of nowhere.

Spade: Get him, Hybrid!

He hits Harvey a few times before setting him up and hitting the Blackwell Bomb.

Dimitri: And he thinks he can beat me.

The camera closes in on Branden Harvey laying on the ground, unconscious. The scene closes.

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IWC comes back from the web ads to see Reginald Schmidt standing outside President Jeff's car, begging and pleading with Jeff to stay and help him deal with Blackwell. Jeff has an irritated look on his face as Schimdt grovels.

Reginald: Jeff, please, you got to help me deal with Trevor Blackwell! You heard those fans out there, that man's going to kill me!

Jeff: He's not going to literally kill you, Reginald. He may rough you up a bit, but he certainly won't kill you. The fact is that you are the one who suspended him, and it's up to you to enforce it, my friend. I put you in charge of IWC because I thought you'd be capable of making the kind of decisions necessary to lead this fed to greatness, so I've got to let you try and figure this one out on your own, pal. You've got to learn to stand up for yourself and not come running to me at the first sign of trouble. Do I make myself clear?

Reginald: Yes sir. Yes sir, you do. I'll deal with this, I'll take care of it. Trevor Blackwell will find out that he can't bully me into getting his way!

Jeff: Good, that's what I like to hear! Now good luck to you, my friend. I got to attend to some APW business.

Reginald: Okay! I'll see you later then?

Jeff nods his head before rolling up his window and driving off. Reginald stands there looking like a goober, waving Jeff goodbye long after he leaves the parking lot.

Back in the arena, Adam Stenfelder is in the ring.

Adam: The following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall!

“Breathe,” by Swollen Members, plays as Amber walks out on stage and begins walking down to the ring, as she does a burst of light can be seen from the ceiling and paper butterflies begin to fall everywhere.

Adam: Making her way to the ring first, from Lindsay, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 109 pounds, Amber Stevens!

Nailz: Amber Stevens is here, ready to make an impact in IWC!

Beckett: You know, I'm not sure how I feel about Adam Stenfelder announcing the weights of the female competitors!

Nailz: Because of the social norm where it's rude to ask a woman about her weight?

Beckett: Not that! It's more so the fact that they'll lie about their weight, causing Adam to lie about it, thus hurting his credibility!

The arena goes black, as the lights try to flicker back on however falls black once again as Darkest Hour Demons plays over the speakers. Crimson red lights turn on in the ring and in the middle the ring stands Trinity, the pagan Goddess.

Adam: And her opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 125 pounds, Trinity Evans!

The strobe lights pulse as Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti stands at the “stage entrance”, posing for the crowd. The beat drops and the sounds of Powerman 5000 blares through the speakers with "When Worlds Collide".

Adam: And their opponent, from Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at 127 pounds, “The Hardcora Luchadora,” Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti!

Nailz: Listen to the reaction Olivetti is getting here tonight! I think the fans are almost evenly split between her and Amber Stevens here tonight!

Beckett: Fan support means nothing! It's what they do in the ring that counts!

As the crowd listens to the lyrics, "Are you ready to go/ Cause I'm ready to go/ What you gonna do baby baby" Arcadia jogs up to the ring apron in her black with silver luchadora costume and mask. The Hardcora Luchadora grabs the top rope and slingshots herself into the ring with flare. She looks at the crowd, shrugs lightly and brushes some invisible speck of dirt off of her shoulder. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Match 2: Amber Stevens vs. Trinity Evans vs. Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti

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The match starts off with both Stevens and Olivetti targetting Evans from the get go! They back Trinity into the corner, and take turns giving her hard knife edge chops to the chest. The crowd goes “WOOOO!” with each chop, and it appears the Stevens and Olivetti are trying to one up each other with their chops. Finally, after about half a dozen chops apiece, they pull Trinity out of the corner, and dump her to the floor. From there, the match progresses at a quick pace, with several flashy moves and quick counters, with neither Stevens or Olivetti getting the advantage. Anytime Trinity tries to get back into the ring, she's knocked off the apron by whichever competitor happens to be in control at the moment. The stalemate persists until Stevens connects with an Enziguri, knocking Olivetti to the mat. Amber runs up to the top rope, and nails a Split Legged Moonsault, going for the pin, 1
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Olivetti gets the shoulder up!

Nailz: This contest has been topsy turvy, back and forth so far, but it looks like Amber may be in the driver's seat at this point!

Beckett: Trinity has been a non-factor in this match. Still, it could help her out in the end, as Stevens and Olivetti are taking it to one another!

By this point, Trinity has grabbed hold of a steel chair, and slides it into the ring as Amber has Olivetti mounted, clubbing her with some vicious punches. Amber sees the chair slide into the ring, and gets up to grab it before Trinity can get back in, but Trinity catches her with a Running Boot to the side of the head, taking Amber down to the mat! Trinity then grabs a hold of the chair, and raises it high abover her head, but “Arcadia” is there to pull it right out of her hands! As Trinity turns around, she gets nailed right in the head with the steel chair, and falls to the mat! Olivetti goes for the cover, 1
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Amber breaks up the count!

Nailz: Amber saves the match!

Amber gives Olivetti a hard kick to the side, and whips her into the corner, sitting her on the top rope and climbing up herself. She pulls Olivetti up to a standing position, and looks to be going for the Amber Alert, but Olivetti shoves her off the top to the floor before she can pull off the move! In the ring, Trinity is getting to her feet, unaware of where any of her opponents are. She has her back to Olivetti, who leaps off the top rope and takes her down with a Bulldog! Olivetti wastes no time pulling Trinity back up and lifting her into an Inverted Suplex position before dropping her down into a Sitout Tombstone, nailing The Bellmont Stake! She goes for the pin, 1
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Winner: Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti[/center]

Adam: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti!

Amber Stevens slams her fist into the mat with frustration as “When Worlds Collide” begins to play again. A smile can be seen on the masked face of Olivetti as the ref raises her arm in victory. Stevens makes her way back up the aisle, pissed as all can be, while Olivetti continues to celebrate in the ring.

Nailz: Amber Stevens came up just a bit short in trying to break that pinfall attempt, but big congrats to Katrina Olivetti for picking up the win in this hard fought match!

Beckett: Trinity just didn't seem to be on point tonight, and paid the price!

IWC cuts backstage.

*Somewhere dark, somewhere desolate, just somewhere to be when you find no light in your soul. They'll turn the lights back on for you eventually but you'll dismiss them as merely button pushers. They control the flow of light but they cannot persuade you of it's effectiveness. You want to be a man and you want to prove the doubters wrong. Well, stand up and make a move. Move to that switch, push the button - detonate - and take a step back. The world is at your feet, be careful how you tread*

--So reads the blackboard as the camera zooms out, slowly Harry Durden becomes a prominent figure standing in front of the blackboard. He is not in any attire fit for competition but he is wearing only black cargo pants. He observes the quote and seemingly, deep in thought he begins to pace from one side of the board to the other. He appears restless but hurried, he rushes over then to the board and grabs a nubbed out chalk, barely useful. He starts to scrawl underneath the quote frantically. He stops as a comedic flow of dust whispers off from the board, he steps back and reveals the sentence: "I am Godzilla. Hear me roar". Harry backs away at a much slower pace than before and sits down upon a stool positioned at a school desk with many others around it in rows. He turns to the camera with a wry smile, not sure whether to be cocky or to just be straight up, he tentatively sits up straight before slouching right back again.

HD: "Some time ago, I was sitting in a blacked out Mercedez with an associate of mine. We were waxing lyrical on the subject of Godzilla. I presented him with the idea that Godzilla was a representation of the unnecessary and perverse need for World governments to create weapons of mass destruction. That much is obvious but I then asked him to think about if Godzilla was not a radio-active entity but merely an oversized lizard. His initial response was the same as it always had been: Godzilla was a pissed off monster. He destroyed because he could.

I had to think for a second and it made sense. All we do in this world is look for parallels between things. We can't accept the thought of something happening with no explanation, that scares us. It is much simpler to turn our fears into misunderstood ideas. Now the Godzilla discussion aside, I sat there and my attention turned to my life. Why did I ever try to explain my lifestyle? Why would I consider my job a good "idea"? My job was basically fear, that's what I instilled into my targets/opponents. I was a controlled machine with a outline of tasks that I abided by day in, day out. I quit fighting and quit living a life of ideas. That moment in that car was life changing.

So now, here I sit in a random classroom trying to give you a good IDEA of who I am but to be honest with you people, I have NO idea why I am sitting in a classroom. I have no idea who wrote that message on the board - although it does speak to me - and I have no idea why the hell I thought it would be okay to throw myself off into a tangent about Godzilla. Things just happen when I'm around. That is what I bring to the table; unpredictability, intensity, mindlessness and a "can-do" attitude.

Why I do anything is a mystery, even to me but rest assured I am the real deal and whatever I do end up doing will be talked about for years. This is my official introduction to the roster and the General Manager. I have no idea what I want to do yet but I will be watching all of the talent on display and while I have no idea who anybody is, I think the talent should learn to fear me. I have no conscience and I don't rationalize my actions. I am relentless. I am the "Spitfire" Harry Durden and I will change the landscape of professional wrestling forever.

See you around"

*Harry stands up and walks away from the row of desks, he observes the blackboard once more and smirks, he then walks off and exits through a door. The scene remains on going as the camera pans around to reveal lockers and other similar bits of furniture related to a changing room. An unseen and unknown voice then bellows out: "What the hell is going on here?" The scene cuts dead*

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The shot cuts somewhere within the IWC Arena. The room is dark, except for a exposed bulb hanging from the ceiling. Visible at the back of the room, sitting on a steel folding chair is the masked Crimson Ghost. He has his wrestling attire on still, and his head is forward, looking down at the floor between his feet. His hands are clasped together by his knees as he slowly rocks back and forth in his seat.

"They say he has not done enough. They say that he has more to prove to everyone. The Crimson Ghost wishes they wouldn't say that."

He shakes his head from side to side viciously.

"No. No. No. No."

He stops shaking his head and looks up. When he speaks, it's almost a whisper.

"They shouldn't have said that about him."

He shakes his head one last time. His voice returns to normal.

"They shouldn't have said that about him, because now he wants to prove himself. Now the Crimson Ghost wants to make sure that everyone takes back what they have said about him. He only wishes they would have believed him so that people could be spared. So that innocent people could be saved. But now. Now he doesn't care. They don't think he is deserving.

"They don't think that he is worthy."

Again he shakes his head, but this time, he raises both hands to either side of it.

"They all saw what he could do. Earlier tonight, they were all witness to the Crimson Ghost's abilities. Yet they still deny him any right. They still look down upon him. Well, the Crimson Ghost won't stand for it. Oh no, he won't just roll over and die."

The rocking gets a bit more violent as his eyes go wide.

"The ones who don't believe will be the ones to die! The ones who don't think he had talent will be the ones that feel his pain! They want to make fun? They want to discredit? Fine! Let them! But the Crimson Ghost only sends out another warning to those that don't believe.

"This is the start of your nightmare. This is the start of your downward spirals."

The rocking slows down as a smile spread from his lips, his eyes peering out from behind the mask.

"Tonight was the beginning. He will be there at the end."

The scene fades to black as Crimson Ghost begins to laugh.

Back in the arena, IWC comes back with all four competitors for the next match already in the ring. Adam Stenfelder is still in the ring to make the introductions.

Adam: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! In the corner to my left, weighing in at a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of Matt Marrgera and Stephan Saint!

Saint appears to be slightly buzzed as he raises his arms in the air, while Marrgera waves to the crowd. They cheer for them both.

Adam: And their opponents, in the corner to my right, weighing in at a combined weight of 467 pounds, the team of The Gambler and “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious!

The fans boo the two men loudly as they discuss their gameplan for the match amongst themselves. The Gambler and Saint make their way to their respective corners as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Match 3: The Gambler & “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious vs. Matt Marrgera & Stephan Saint

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Marrgera and Bodacious start the match off, and Marrgera gets control early on, running in and catching his opponent with a Running DDT to begin the match! Marrgera goes for a quick pinfall, but doesn't even get a one count! He pulls Bodacious back up to his feet and whips him towards the ropes, catching him with a Knife Edge Chop on the rebound! Marrgera continues to press his advantage, keeping the pressure on Bodacious, eventually knocking him out of the ring. As Bodacious gets to his feet on the outside, Marrgera launches himself with a Corkscrew Plancha to the Outside, which Bodacious gets out of the way of, causing Marrgera to crash and burn! From there, Bodacious and The Gambler begin to double team Marrgera on the outside, Double Suplexing him backfirst right into the steps! Saint is there too little, too late, and is the recipiant of a double team drubbing from both Bobby Bodacious and The Gambler. Once they toss him head first into the announce table, they turn back to Marrgera and roll him back into the ring. Due to the lack of rules in IWC, both Bodacious and The Gambler follow him into the ring, and proceed to slowly but surely dismantle Marrgera limb by limb. Marrgera fights valiently to try and make an opening or opportunity, but Saint is of no help to him, staying laid out on the outside!

Nailz: It seems like Marrgera is having to go this one alone, as Saint is still down on the outside!

Beckett: This is exactly the kind of match that The Gambler and Bodacious want to be wrestling, as they aren't giving Marregera any room for offense!

Eventually, The Gambler gets a hold of Marrgera, giving him the Flush Slingshot Suplex, as Bodacious runs towards the ropes and springs off the center rope, hitting with the Lionsault! He hooks the leg, 1
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Marrgera somehow kicks out! The fans are cheering loudly for Marrgera as Bodacious reaches down and begins to pull him up, only to get an elbow to the gut! The Gamber comes in to attack Marrgera, but receives a punch to the face for his efforts! By this point, Saint has made his way to his corner, and Marrgera fights off both of his opponents to make a desperate lunge to his corner, making the tag! Saint comes in like a house of fire, knocking Bodacious down with a Running Clothesline before Dropkicking The Gambler over the ropes and out of the ring! Saint goes for a Snap Suplex, and appeals to the crowd! As he reaches down to pull Bodacious up, Bobby counters, rolling him into a Small Package, while The Gambler pulls Marrgera off the apron by the legs, pinning Saint, 1
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Winners: The Gambler & “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious[/center]

Adam: Here are your winners, by pinfall, “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious and The Gambler!

“Superstar,” by Styx, begins to play as the ref raises Bodacious' arm in victory. The Gambler slides into the ring and gets his arm raised as well while Marrgera shakes his head on the outside. Saint sits there on the mat, looking up at the ref and holding up two fingers, confused by how the ref could have made the three count!

Nailz: Saint seems to think that the ref may have counted fast, but the fact is that despite Marrgera's best efforts, Stephan Saint cost his team the match!

Beckett: That was a picture perfect match for Bobby Bodacious and The Gambler there, as they kept their opponents isolated, and picked up the win! A great victory for them here tonight!

As the crowd erupts at the conclusion of the match, one wayward fan seems to have made it through the flimsy steel barricades separating the ring from the crowd. The tall brunette has a look of grim determination on her face as she weaves through the confusion and heads straight for IWC Commentator, Steve Beckett. She slips a large Bowie knife from its sheath and at the last second, security sees her and lunges at the same time she leaps for Beckett.

Nailz: Is that Tabitha Crowley?

Beckett: Is that a knife?

Beckett backs up from the table in a hurry tripping over his chair just as security reaches Tabitha. She fights them off and jumps up on the commentators desk, leaping onto Beckett and knocking him the the ground. She punches him in the face with the hilt of her hunting knife once, twice, three, four times before shifting her grip and pressing the knife against Beckett's throat. Over his microphone we can hear her speaking to him as he stutters and sweats for his very life.

Tabitha: You stole Trevor's future from him when you sold this place to the highest bidder. No I will steal yours. An eye for an eye Beckett.

She draws her arm back and goes for the kill just as security comes to and drags her off of the commentator. Tabitha Crowley is seen, eyes dead and lifeless, with a grin on her face being dragged from the arena in cuffs. Beckett's neck is nicked and a trickle of blood runs down his otherwise colorless skin.

Nailz: What the hell was that all about?

Beckett, instead of answering, faints away, his pants turning dark as he voids his bladder. IWC cuts to a web ad.

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IWC Asylum comes back from the web ads, where Nailz is trying to help Beckett calm down.

Nailz: Are you sure you're okay to continue on with this webcast, partner?

Nailz turns to the camera.

Nailz: For those of you just joining us, before the break, Tabitha Crowley emerged from the crowd and held Beckett here at knife point, threatening his life for "selling out" IWC to President Jeff instead of Trevor Blackwell.

Beckett: Of course I'm okay to continue! I'm a professional, and I have a job to do, despite the crazies we have running around this arena!

Nailz: Well, glad to hear that, partner. It's time for our next match!

The opening riffs of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath hits the PA and the fans quickly start booing. Slowly, Chris Cyrus emerges from behind the entrance curtain and stands at the top of the stage, looking out at the crowd.

Adam: From Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris....CYRUS!

Nailz: A less than enthusiastic response for Chris Cyrus here tonight. Some have said that he's out of place here in IWC due to his anti-hardcore sentiments!

Beckett: He may be anti-hardcore, but Chris Cyrus was a Triple Crown Champ in APW, so he's a great addition to our roster!

Chris begins making his way down to the ring, threating to hit the fans then looks at the camera and says "get out of my way" as he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Chris walks over to the corner and climbs up the middle rope and the crowd boo's him. Chris gives them all an evil stare and jumps back down into the ring and waits.

"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA System, as Billy Shea walks out with no real emotion on his face. He's focused and isn't going to let any outside distractions bring him down. He stops on the ramp of the ramp and throws out his arms, as the fireworks light up the ramp.

Adam: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 205 pounds, Billy Shea!

Nailz: Billy Shea lives by a code of honor, a code of respect similar to that of the Bushido, or so he claims.

Beckett: He may find out real quick that IWC is no place for honor!

He then brings his hands down and walks down the ramp. He walks slowly but surely, and as he is at the end of the ramp, he slides into the ring. He gets into his corner and cracks his knuckles. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Match 4: Billy Shea vs. Chris Cyrus

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The match starts out with both men being extremely tentative in the early goings. Cyrus gets the upperhand after a series of punches to the side of the head, and applies a Headlock in the center of the ring, drawing the ire of the IWC fans. Cyrus keeps the pace of the match deliberately slow as he controls Shea for most of the match. The ICW faithful are not happy with Cyrus' style, and hurl vulgar insults at the arrogant misfit from Las Vegas.

Beckett: This match has been all Chris Cyrus! The fans here may not like his style, but it's been more than effective against Billy Shea!

Nailz: Shea is still in this match up!

The finish comes as Cyrus has Shea in a Side Headlock on the mat, and the fans clap in unison to will Shea up to his feet. He shoves Cyrus off towards the ropes, and catches him for a Belly to Belly Suplex! As Cyrus is getting up to his feet, Shea delivers a quick Clothesline, taking Cyrus back down to the mat. With Cyrus still down on the mat, Shea climbs the near turnbuckle, and motions for Cyrus to get up, leaping off with an attempted Cross Body, which Chris sidesteps out of the way of! As Shea crashes hard into the mat, Chris Cyrus pulls him up by the head, grabs him in a Urinagi position, and slams him into the mat with the Straight to Hell! From here, he hooks the leg and it's academic, 1
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Winner: Chris Cyrus[/center]

The ref raises Cyrus' arm in victory as “Ironman” begins to play again. Cyrus has a smug look on his face as Shea rolls around on the mat in pain. All of a sudden Nightmare explodes over the PA system as the lights flicker and the masked man makes his way out to the ringside area, Chris Cyrus looks surprised that the masked man would be so stupid to come out and ruin his spotlight, the masked man stops and poses for the booing crowd.

Masked man: Well look at all these pathetic wannabe wrestling fans! I never thought coming into this cesspool of a company that I would find knowledgeable fans, and when I look around and I all I can see is people that know nothing about wrestling that they class Cyrus as a fan favourite how fucking pathetic.

Beckett: Is he talking about the same Chris Cyrus these fans just about booed out of the building for his anti-hardcore sentiments?

Nailz: Maybe his mask prevents him from hearing the boos.

Fans boo

Masked man: Look really why should I be here, why should I even grace this piece of shit place with my skill level and knowledge, anyway but the reason I am here is because Chris, I hear you are still the little asshole people have been telling me about, a man that thinks hardcore is for pussies, you make me fucking sick Cyrus to the point that I walk to the back and throw up in your gym bag.

Cyrus: I do not know who you are, and I don't know what your beef is with me...

Masked man: Shut your fucking mouth your worthless piece of trash! One thing you have to worry about is not what you mouth flaps but what I can do to your skinny boneless body.

Fans boo

Masked man: look all you people seem to want to know who I am well the time is here to revel who I am.

The masked man unzips his mask and begins to take it off and Cyrus seems to be little worried, the mask comes off and the crowd is shocked and who it is. Cyrus looks and drops to his knees and the sight of just who was behind the mask.

Jason Royce: Well Cyrus, surprised to see me? I hope you didn’t piss your pants you pathetic moron, these fans are as pathetic as you are Cyrus, most people thought I was the 16 year old pop icon Justin Beiber, who by the way is as pathetic as you and these ugly want to be fans so Cyrus I put out a challenge to you.

Cyrus: Piss my pants? Please. The only thing as pathetic as Justin Beiber are your attempts at instilling fear in me. What's your challenge, laughing boy?

Royce: Well Cyrus, I know you're anti-hardcore, but I also know that we have a score to settle. So I'm challenging you to a Taipei Rope Fist Death Match! You versus me, one-on-one!

The fans cheer at the prospect of this brutal, dangerous match. Cyrus gives Royce a "What the hell are you smoking" kind of look, and responds.

Cyrus: Royce, I'll level with you. There's really no reason for me to accept your challenge, because by accepting your challenge, I give you power over me that you otherwise wouldn't have. So I got to say, no deal.

Royce: So you're going to be coward about it, Cyrus? You're going to back away, and do nothing. If you want to prove just how superior your anti-hardcore ways are, then you'd accept my challenge, and beat me. Either way, until you accept my challenge, I'll be gunning for you Cyrus, when you least expect it. I could be anywhere, anytime. Watch your back...

The lights go out and Nightmare rocks the pa. When the lights come back on Royce is gone as IWC goes to commercial.

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IWC returns from a webadvertisement as IWC Ring Announcer, Adam Steinfelder stands in the middle of the ring.*

Adam: Ladies and Gentlemen… It is now time for our Main Event!!!

*"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey dances through the curtain. He circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans on the way. Once he makes a complete circle around the ring, he gets in and stands in the corner, wringing his hands and watching the entranceway.*

Adam: On his way to the ring… from Sacramento, California… weighing in at 140 lbs… He is “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!!!

Nailz: I think “Supersonic” Branden Harvey is good and truly ready for this. I hope Damian Dimitri isn’t underestimating him…

Beckett: Are you kidding me? I think Branden looks like he’s about to shit a brick… But I’d be terrified too after taking a Blackwell Bomb backstage…

*Just then, the camera zeroes in on the entrance way as "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" by Cage The Elephant assaults the loudspeakers. The crowd lets out a thunderous ovation as "The New Breed" Damian Dimitri appears on the stage, striking a very Blackwell-style Crucifix Pose to the delight of all the ladies in the audience.*

Adam: And his opponent… From Long Island, New York… weighing 225 lbs… The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw… “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri!!!

Beckett: Now THIS is a fucking competitor that would’ve made the original IWC proud… I would’ve had him in my Corporate Army alongside Kaos in a heartbeat. I think Branden Harvey is about to get a lesson in pain tonight.

Nailz: Branden Harvey was right… This is a thug! A Stree Fighter! He had no place attacking Branden Harvey and I hope The Supersonic One teaches him a lesson here tonight!

*He struts down the aisle as Cage The Elephant belts out his theme, reaching the ring and vaulting onto the apron with an agile leap. He looks out over the cheering crowd before stepping over the second rope and scaling a turnbuckle. The Hybrid looks out over his fans, striking another Crucifix Pose for them before leaping off with a beautifully executed back flip.*

Main Event: "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri vs. "Supersonic" Branden Harvey

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*The Hybrid rushes straight at Branden Harvey and waffles him with a Spinning Heel Kick. The match goes back and forth beautifully for the first few minutes with both men wrestling like they have something to prove… which they do… Until Branden Harvey makes the rookie mistake of turning his back on a prone Damian Dimitri too early and heading for the turnbuckle when The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw kips up to his feet, cinches up The Supersonic One from behind… spins him, flips him and just DRILLS Harvey into the turnbuckle head first with a Release Crowleyplex. The crowd rewards The Hybrid with a Holy Shit Chant that threatens to take the roof off the building.*

Nailz: HOLY SHIT! I think Damian Dimitri may have just knocked Branden Harvey out with that one!

Beckett: Who the hell are you kidding??? I think the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw may have just killed him!

*But the Supersonic One isn’t dead… Just as the ref’s hand was about to hit the mat for the third time, Branden Harvey miraculously kicked out. Not only did he kick out… but Branden took a surprised Damian Dimitri offguard… working strictly on adrenaline, The Supersonic One mounted a huge comeback that Dimitri seemingly didn’t recover from. But just as Branden Harvey was on the top rope, ready to launch off with the Sonic Boom, a girl jumped out of the crowd…*

Nailz: Who the hell is that??? I know we’re low budget, but can’t security control the fans?!

Beckett: Wait! That’s not a fan! That’s “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell!

*Indeed it was Kristina Blackwell… she hopped up on the ring apron and very provocatively pulled Referee Dave Heiner’s attention away from the match. While the ref tried to send Kristina back to the locker room/tried desperately to get Kristina’s phone number, another figure hopped the guardrail*

Nailz: Oh my god… I knew he couldn’t be far behind…

Beckett: DAMN STRAIGHT!!! That’s “The Career Killer” Trevor Fuckin’ Blackwell!!!

*The Paragon of Hardcore climbed the opposite ring apron right by Branden Harvey to a thunderous ovation from HIS IWC Faithful. Branden turned to react but was met with a Singapore Cane Shot right between the eyes for his effort. To his credit, Branden Harvey got to his feet and turned around to get a boot in the stomach from The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw and bent between his legs… a moment later, Damian Dimitiri nearly shook the ring with a vicious Jawjacker. Kristina and Trevor seemingly vanished just in time for the ref to turn and count the pin, 1
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Winner: “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri[/center]

Nailz: This is ridiculous! Branden Harvey almost had this won! Trevor Blackwell cost him what would’ve been a huge victory!

Beckett: Meet The Blackwells! Now THIS is IWC!!!

*”Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” by Cage The Elephant blasts over the loudspeakers as the crowd explodes.*

Nailz: Why the hell are they cheering them???

Beckett: Welcome To Long Island!!!

*”The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri strikes a Crucifix Pose on a turnbuckle as “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell and “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell join him in the ring. Trevor goes to help the nearly unconscious Branden Harvey to his feet and just keeps lifting him straight onto his shoulders before nearly putting him through the mat with The Full Throttle to the raucous approval of The Blackwells’ hometown crowd. Damian points to the turnbuckle and Kristina just smiles before scaling the top rope and sailing off with The Blackwell Beauty… but at this point its just adding insult to injury… Branden Harvey isn’t even conscious anymore. The music fades and Trevor Blackwell calls for a mic.*

Trevor: IWC FAITHFULL!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, LONG ISLAND???

*The crowd chants, “WELCOME BACK!!! WELCOME BACK!!!” before finally quieting and letting their hero speak. Damian smiles as he kneels over Branden Harvey… Kristina lounges in a corner.*

Trevor: This is just a taste of the carnage that’s coming, Jeff! I warned you… we’ve arrived and no amount of suspensions or fines is going to keep us from running roughshod over IWC until we have what we want!

*His little sister, Kristina and his prodigy, Damian join him in the middle of the ring as The Career Killer puts an arm around each of them.*

Trevor: Here’s a term I’m sure you’re familiar with, Superhero… W… T… O…

*And the three of them join in unison as a chorus.*

All Three: WE’RE TAKING OVER!!!

*And with that IWC Asylum ends its first broadcast as “Revolution Is My Name” by Pantera assaults the senses… Trevor, Damian, and Kristina each striking Crucifix Poses in a circle around Branden Harvey.*