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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:12:43 GMT -4
The IWC Asylum webcast begins with the camera panning throughout the arena and the fans chanting “IWC! IWC!” They raises their signs high, and the camera comes to rest on the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett. Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to IWC Asylum! We're just two weeks removed from Blood, Sweat, and Broken Teeth, and now we're a mere two weeks away from APW RassleMania VII, where IWC will be involved in not one, but two matches!Beckett: And one of those matches is the APW vs. IWC War Games match! We already know that Team APW consists of Pence Weatherlight, Tommy Knoxville, Captain Klappton and President Jeff! Team IWC so far is just the IWC Insane Champion James Chambers, but tonight, we're going to have qualifying matches for the other three spots!Nailz: All three contests should be thrilling! But also, in our main event, IWC Suicidal Champion Rico Casteel takes on IWC Tap Out Champion Madok Mortallis, in an Xtreme Rules Submission Match!Beckett: It's an Xtreme Rules match that can only end in submission! It takes both of their strengths and rolls it into one match! It should be a thriller for sure!Nailz: Also, folks, we have unfortunate news tonight, as IWC General Manager Reginald Schmidt is sick at home with the flu, and will not be here tonight!Beckett: That's not unfortunate, that's great! Also, it means I'm in charge tonight!Nailz: Actually, you aren't. I am. And I've already decided to not stick my nose into anything tonight, so there you go! Let's send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring for our first match of the night!The camera switches to Stenfelder in the ring. Stenfedler: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest tonight is a War Games qualifying match!The fans cheer at the top of their lungs at the announcement, but the cheers soon turn to boos as "Remedy" cues up on the PA system as the arena darkens, strobe lights flood the entrance ramp as the shadow of JD Pierce appears in the tunnel, he makes his way through the lights and taunts the audience as he walks down the ramp, slapping away peoples hands as they try and touch him, he rolls into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle in succession taunting the crowd. Stenfelder: In the ring, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 231 pounds, “The Kamikaze Revolution” JD Pierce!The lights go out and nightmare blasts over the pa as the words rattle the IWC landscape "welcome to my nightmare", then Jason Royce walks out to loud boo's from the fans. He poses for the flash bulbs, and walk slowly down to the ring and slide underneath the bottom rope slowly getting back his feet Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 290 pounds, “The Iceman” Jason Royce!With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! ”The Kamikaze Revolution” JD Pierce vs. “The Iceman” Jason Royce [/u] Royce rushes right in as the bell sounds, and Pierce kicks up, giving Royce a hard shot to the balls! Pierce than lifts Royce onto his shoulders and delivers the JD Experience, pinning Royce, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: JD Pierce[/center] Stenfelder: The winner of this match, by pinfall, “The Kamikaze Revolution” JD Pierce!Nailz: Wow! JD Pierce just emphatically punched his ticket to RassleMania with that win right there! It's like Royce didn't even show up!Beckett: It would have been better if he hadn't, because then he wouldn't have been embarrassed so badly!The ref raises JD's arm in victory as “Remedy” plays again! The fans can be heard mocking Jason Royce as Pierce exits the ring and heads to the back! (Once Pierce has disappeared, and the refs help Royce to the back, "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play, followed almost immediately by the IWC Suicidal champion Rico Casteel. He walks out from the back and glares around the arena before making his way to the ring, quickly climbing inside.) "At the Super Show, you all watched as I not only defeated Nate Bishop for a second time, but I did so without the use of weapons. Sure, that might not seem like anything impressive, but in a world like the IWC, where weapons are everything, winning a match with your own two hands is that much more impressive. Though I give Nate Bishop credit. He gave me a tough fight yet again, and I am sure that he will eventually make it to where he wants to be.
"That day just isn't now.
"Because as long as I stand, I have my eyes set on one thing - the IWC Insane Heavyweight title. We all know that I have the best chance at beating James Chambers, and doing so would allow me to come through on my promise of ending his reign and standing on top of IWC with the Insane title around my waist."(He pauses and once again glares around the arena.) "Of course, I have to go through some hoops to get to that point. Because having one of the best records in the federation means nothing. Being one of the other champions in IWC means nothing. I still have to beat nearly two dozen others to earn my right to challenge James Chambers.
"But don't worry, James, it will happen. Because I won't stop until I achieve my goal. Until I stand where you stand."(Rico smirks as he turns to face the entrance.) "So pay attention tonight, James. Watch closely as I not only humiliate Madok, but watch as I beat him at his own game. Then you can realize that all your fears have come true.
"There is a beast more powerful then you.
"There is someone who can threaten your reign.
"And he goes by the name of Rico Casteel."("Sound of Madness" plays again as he drops the microphone and exits the ring, making his way to the back.) |
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:14:17 GMT -4
Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!The arena plunges into darkness, a darkness that the EXIT signs barely impact. There's a few seconds' pause before the beginning of 'Bite to Break Skin' hits the speakers, the first guitar riff eliciting cheers from the crowd - the reaction is hardly universal, since a few boos can be heard. The first drum break seemingly kicks the Jumbotron to life; the battle-scarred upper back of the Scourge in black and white can be seen being lit briefly, from left-to-right, before the image fades to darkness. The same treatment is given to her upper left arm, then the lower half of her face, lips tugged into a slight smirk despite the scars. The cymbal's beat is matched with the tapping of her fingers from index to pinky, a bit of a cheeky gesture given as a bit of a slap to the face of those misogynistic types. After that, the brief, rotating illumination treatment is given to her legs, and then her hand as it is clenches into a fist. The final illumination is in full color, the scarred visage of the Scourge brought into view as her blue eyes burn into the camera's lens. When the song kicks into full gear, the white and blue lights along the ramp-way burst into flickering life before Allison emerges behind the curtain, a confident expression on her face as she raises her arms to the crowd's response. Stenfelder: Making her way to the ring first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 170 pounds, “The Scourge” Allison Detorre!Nailz: Detorre is coming off of a tough loss at Blood, Sweat, and Broken Teeth, but looks to get back on the right path tonight against an IWC newcomer, Grace Kerr!Beckett: “The Scourge” is getting a very mixed reaction tonight.Barreling down the ramp, she slides beneath the bottom rope before quickly getting to her feet. She mounts the nearest turnbuckle and allows the crowd's reaction to wash over her before she nimbly hops back down, going through a few simple stretches to finish warming up while she waits for the match to begin. Green and white lighting strobes the arena as the haunting voice of Sirenia's lead singer echoes through the PA #Sail away my little sister, sail away... to the other side...# The crunching beats of "The Other Side" kick in fully as the lights move faster. #There's a light and a darkened road There's a night and a fading hope There was a dream that once was mine But now it seems it has passed with time# And the Irish Assassin, Grace Kerr hops out from behind the curtain. She runs to either side of the entrance and soaks in the cheers of the fans. #Sail away my little sister Sail away to the other side Sail away my little sister Sail away far into the night Where times seems much better Than this void called life# Stenfelder: And her opponent, from Cape Clear, Ireland, weighing in at 172 pounds, “The Irish Assassin” Grace Kerr!Nailz: Tonight's our first opportunity to see “The Irish Assassin” in action! I can't wait to see what she's got!Beckett: If I didn't know you so well, I'd have thought you were talking dirty there!She runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring, jumping on the nearest turnbuckle and raises her arms, encouraging the fans to cheer, then she hops down and begins stretching out for the match. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! ”The Scourge” Allison Detorre vs. “The Irish Assassin” Grace Kerr [/u] Detorre is incredibly aggressive in the early going, dashing right at Kerr and taking her down with a Hurricarana! From there, Detorre assaults Kerr with a series of kicks and punches that gives Kerr no time to respond, backing her into the corner! Detorre tries to push Kerr up onto the top rope, but Kerr responds with a hard Elbow Shot to the face, and then grabs a hold of Detorre, flipping her into the corner instead! Kerr gives Detorre a few more shots to the face before popping out onto the apron and climbing to the top rope, grabbing a hold of Detorre's right arm and giving her the Top Rope Kneeling Armbreaker! Kerr continues to work the arm for the next several minutes of the match, trying to make her submit early and often. Nailz: Grace Kerr is very impressive so far in her focused offense!Beckett: She's very much living up to the Assassin moniker, because by the time this match is over, Detorre's arm may very well be killed!Detorre makes a few attempts at fighting back, but anytime she starts to get any offense going, Kerr manages to lock in another arm submission. Near the end of the match, Detorre manages to break out of an armbar from Kerr. Detorre uses her good arm to deliver a series of Knife Edge Chops, but Kerr blocks the last one and grabs a hold of her arm, pulling Detorre in and applying the Saving Grace! Detorre holds on as best she can, but has no choice but to tap out! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Grace Kerr[/center] Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, “The Irish Assassin” Grace Kerr!Nailz: What an impressive win for Grace Kerr in her debut here tonight! She was absolutely relentless in her attack on Allison Detorre!Beckett: Kerr found a cure for “The Scourge,” and leaves the IWC Arena victorious!“The Other Side” plays as the ref raises Kerr's arm, and the fans cheer the newcomer. A fan in the front hands Kerr a beer as she exits the ring, which she gladly accepts! The fans continue to cheer as IWC cuts to a break.
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:18:43 GMT -4
The words “taped earlier today” flash in the upper left-hand side of the screen. Gambler is walking backstage in a some street clothes (jean jacket, blue jeans, etc) and taking a couple swigs from his flask, when he bumps into Steve Beckett.
Gambler
Hey, have you seen Reg, yet?Steve Beckett
No. Why?Gambler
Business proposition.Steve Beckett
What kind of business proposition are we talking about, anyway?Gambler
I was thinking of greasing some wheels, around here. I was thinking I could convince him to give me a free pass into the War Games match, coming up. Perhaps a rematch for the Tap Out Championship, if he’s feeling especially generous.Steve Beckett
Would it help if I worked some magic on him?Gambler
What would you need for doing this?Steve Beckett
Depends on just how much work you want me to do.Gambler slips Beckett a $50 bill. Beckett looks almost offended.
Gambler
You’ll get more once the job is complete, assuming that I’m happy with the results.Steve Beckett
And if you aren’t happy?Gambler
I have a concrete supplier that can deliver to me pretty quickly, capiche.
Steve Beckett
Understood. When I see Reg, I’ll pull some of my magic with him.Beckett continues on his way. Gambler looks around briefly, takes a couple more swigs from his flask. Once he finishes his drinking, Gambler puts into the left pocket of his jean jacket. He pulls out a blue rubber ball and starts bouncing it off the floor, as he walks off. Scene fades out. Nailz: So, are you going to help The Gambler out?Beckett: Heck no! First off, Reginald Schmidt isn't here. Secondly, the guy has to be some kind of idiot to think I've got any pull around here since Jeff bought the company! Still, I got $50 off him, so I'm not complaining!Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a War Games Qualifying Match!Nailz: Well, folks, we already saw JD Pierce join James Chambers on IWC's War Games team, but now we'll find out who'll get the third spot as Jason Kash takes on Bobby Bodacious!“I'm The Bad Influence,” by Lil' Wyte, starts to play. As the beat begins to thump throughout the entire arena, smoke begins to seep out of the stage. The fans get to their feet in mixed reaction as Jason Kash comes out from the back. He stops at the middle of the stage and leans forward, touching the steel path leading to the ring. He pulls up, takes two hits off his 2 Finger "Air Joint" twice and then throws his arms up above his head in celebration. He jumps up as the green flash fireworks shoot twice, one on each side of him. He lands on his feet and punches forward aggressively. Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 240 pounds, “The Bad Influence” Jason Kash!He heads down the aisle way, eyes directly on the ring. He walks to the corner of the outside of the ring and jogs to the top of the steel steps. He walks along the ring apron and bounces on the middle rope entering the ring. Once again he hits his "Air Joint" twice and as his chest leans against the ropes he throws his arms up in the air once again. He stretches on the ropes before the match begins. The lights go down as "Superstar" begins playing over the PA System. A spotlight shines down at the entrance of the aisle, where Bobby Bodacious is kneeling while wearing a robe. The robe is sky blue with his name on it. Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Beverly Hills, California, “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious!Bodacious stands up completely after approximately 20 seconds. As Bodacious heads to the ring, he makes sure to completely snob the fans. Bodacious enters the ring, where he slowly takes his robe off, handing it off to an unknown employee at ringside. While handing off the robe, Bodacious makes sure to lecture the employee to be careful with the robe. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! ”The Bad Influence” Jason Kash versus “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious [/u] The match starts off with both men locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie up! Bodacious gets the advantage and pulls Kash in for a Snap Suplex! Bodacious maintains control of the match for much of the early going, catching Kash with a series of quick moves designed to wear him down early. As Bodacious has Kash on the mat, he goes to apply a Figure Four Leg Lock, but Kash kicks him off, sending Bodacious falling into the ropes! As Bodacious is hung up on the center rope, Kash runs over and jumps up, drilling both of his knees into the back of Bodacious! Beckett: The Bad Influence looks to be trying to have a bad influence on Bodacious' back!Nailz: The fans don't particularly care for either one of these men, but I think they may hate Bodacious more!Kash follows up by using his strong style, nailing Bodacious with a bunch of high impact moves. Bodacious eventually counters out of a Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex, landing on his feet and immediately turning around to catch Kash with a Dropkick! The rest of the match is a back and forth affair, as both men wail on each other with numerous strikes and holds, with great counters coming from both men. About 20 minutes into the match, Bodacious has the advantage as he runs towards the ropes, jumping up for a Crossbody, but Kash catches him and delivers the Kashed Out in a flash! He then pulls Bodacious right up and gives him the Influenced Spinning Fisherman's Suplex into a pin, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Jason Kash[/center] Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Bad Influence” Jason Kash!Nailz: A great contest by two fine competitors, but in the end, Kash caught Bodacious with two very high impact moves in short succession that won him the match!Beckett: I don't mind having Kash on Team IWC at all! So far, we're looking at James Chambers, JD Pierce, and Jason Kash! Team APW doesn't stand a chance!Kash “smokes” his “air joint” as the ref raises his other hand in victory. Bodacious rolls out of the ring, holding his back in pain, showing immense frustration in his loss this evening. Some of the fans are cheering loudly for Kash, while others are ambivalent about the whole thing. |
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:20:48 GMT -4
The arena goes dark, and the opening chords of "Stardog Champion" by Mother Love Bone crescendo through the speakers. A pale blue lights shines on the entrance ramp, and the IWC Insane Champion James Chambers steps through the curtain. The lights come on, and the music hits full blast. He wears white sneakers, black jeans and a "Judo Jimmy Has A Posse" T-shirt with black sunglasses. His head is bandaged and he still has a little bit of a cut under his left eye. He raises his championship high in the air as the IWC faithful cheer him on. He starts down the ramp, with C.R.A.P employees Noah and Biff Riboflavin on either side of him carrying large cardboard boxes. James walks the ring steps and steps through the ropes and signals for a mic, which is handed to him.
James: You know, it's funny what a difference a few months makes. Not too long ago, i was standing right here in the center of this very ring, ranting and raving about what huge pieces of shit Trevor Blackwell and his cronies were, and how stupid you people were for buying into his garbage.
There are mixed responses from the crowd, not sure how to react to this statement.
James: I walked into Massacre on 34th Street, more hated than the worst douchetool hybrid ever seen in the company's great history. You could have done jumping jacks in the desert while wearing a Santa Claus outfit with a sauna suit underneath, and you still wouldn't have been able to match the heat i faced that night. I found myself staring at middle fingers, i was pelted with trash, and was called everything but a child of god. And you wouldn't have gotten me to admit it, but i was nervous. I talked alot of shit leading up to that event, and i would have never been able to forgive myself if i didn't back it up, so there was alot on the line that night. As you all know, on that historic night, i captured the IWC Insane Heavyweight Championship in impressive fashion, besting several others in a battle royale, and then in the Main Event's fatal fourway.
The crowd gives a slight pop.
James: The following Asylum, i entered this ring, probably to more boos than the night before. I got on the mic, and i told you people that i didn't care whether you liked me or not, i was your champion, and you could either take it or leave it. Surprisingly you took it, and you all embraced me as your champion. So what does this trip down memory lane have to do with tonight? Well in the talk building up to the Super Show, i vowed to defeat Chris Cyrus cleanly, but i ultimately ended up pounding his face out the back of his empty skull with a steel chair. Nothing could have topped the feeling of putting that bottom-feeding scum fuck in his place. I could have easily beaten him without the chair, but you know what? He asked for it, literally. But more than that, i did what i did for you guys. I realized that i was playing his game the whole time up until that point. For upwards of 20 minutes, Chris Cyrus got exactly what he wanted, and that was IWC not being Hardcore, and thus depriving all of you from getting your money's worth. It wasn't just me swinging that chair, no. It was all of you, giving me the strength to do it, and when i won, we all won, and we all stood triumphantly at the end of the night of Chris Cyrus's comatose contorted carcass.
James grabs one of the boxes from Biff and sets it in the middle of the ring at his feet.
James: Now, i promised you guys a surprise, and we'll get to that in a moment, but first, let's discuss Rico Casteel. He wants another shot at me, fine. But rest assured Rico that i will be prepared, and you won't fare as well as you did last time. With that said, i welcome your challenge and as i stated before, i give you the respect of being a worthy opponent and whenever you're ready to drop that Suicidal strap and come for the big belt, I'll be here waiting.
James grabs a razor from his back pocket and slices open the box.
James: I promised that after i beat the shit out of Chris Cyrus for a second time, would pass out the shirts i had made that read "Cyrus Is My Bitch". Well, i decided against that. I changed my mind, and i had the shirts destroyed.
A mild chorus of boos come from the front row.
James: The bottom line is this, Chris Cyrus had two chances at the title, and he failed them both. I'm done with him. He had the biggest window of his career, and he blew it, and i now officially declare him banished to the purgatory that is the lower card. Chris Cyrus is in the rear view, and Rico Casteel is what's ahead. Cyrus is done in IWC, and is now a distant memory, but that doesn't mean we can't have something to remember him by.
He reaches inside the box, and pulls out a balled up t-shirt.
James: I'm a man of my word. You will still get your shirts, free of charge, but they will not say what you think.
He unballs the shirt, and holds it up for the entire crowd to see. The shirt reads "Cyrus Is Our Bitch" with the IWC logo at the bottom of it. The entire building erupts in applause, as James throws the shirt into the front row. Biff and Noah follow suit, also reaching in the boxes and throwing the shirts into the crowd. James tosses two shirts to Beckett and Nailz at the announcer's table as Asylum cuts backstage.
The scene cuts backstage to show a new face in IWC. His skin immediately gives away his oriental heritage, and his eyes reveal untold sorrow.
Suzuki: I am new here in IWC, so it is prudent that I introduce myself. My name is Suzuki Isamu, though since my given name is Isamu and my family name is Suzuki, here I suppose I am Isamu Suzuki. I come from a poor town in the very northernmost reaches of Japan called Utashinai. Thankfully, being in the mountains of Hokkaido, it was unaffected by the recent earthquake and tsunami, but many of my people were not so fortunate.
Isamu takes a deep breath, steadying himself as he brings himself to the truly hard part of this introduction.
Suzuki: Two in particular that were close to me, Steven Phillips and Toshiro Chiba, perished off the coast of Kamaishi, very near the epicenter of the earthquake. They were training in the same class as me to become professional wrestlers, but they will never get the chance to make a name for themselves. Now I am burdened with preserving their names and creating their legacy, even as I must struggle to create my own, but I will do it gladly, as a sign of respect to the memory fallen friends.
This respect, this honor, is something that Chris Cyrus could never understand. A man after his own heart and nothing else, he complains about hardcore wrestling when he remains employed by a company that celebrates it. If he has such a problem with weapons and violence, then why does he remain in IWC?
Well, Chris-kun, you don’t need to worry about me. I can wrestle a match your way just as easily as I can wrestle a match the IWC way. That’s the key component of the style I was taught; above all else, I must adapt to my surroundings and the obstacles therein. If you knew how to do that, perhaps you would be less hated in this company, but given your comments in your previous message to me, I doubt that would even help.
Chris Cyrus, today is really not a good day to be Isamu Suzuki. Many of my friends and relatives are experiencing hardship and tribulation unrivaled by anything since World War II, and some are old enough to be unfortunate enough to have suffered both this disaster and the bombs of 1945. I admire the tenacity they must have to endure such trying times, and hope to use just a fraction of this tenacity to prove to you that you are not nearly so awesome as you think. If my people can survive atomic bombs and the worst earthquake in our history, then I can surely survive a challenge as miniscule as you.
In sharp contrast to the sorrow in his eyes before, Isamu’s face is now filled to overflowing with rage and determination, and this expression of tenacity is what the camera stays on until the scene cuts away to something else.
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:21:34 GMT -4
Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a War Games Qualifying Match!The fans cheer loudly, and continue to cheer as "Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey sprints through the curtain and toward the ring. When he reaches the ring, he leaps into the air, springboards his right foot off the apron, and uses the momentum to carry him over into a front flip over the top rope, landing in the center of the ring. Stenfelder: Already in the ring, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 140 pounds, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!300 violins hits the PA system as Bishop lets the fans hang in suspense. After a few moment Nathan appears out from the curtain and looks around the arena with a cocky grin on his face. Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 225 pounds, “The Chosen Future” Nate Bishop!He looks to the ring and points and boasts to himself. He makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, taunting the crowd on the turnbuckle before jumping down, waiting for the match to start. The ref signals for the bell, DING! DING! DING! ”Supersonic” Branden Harvey vs. “The Chosen Future” Nate Bishop [/u] Nailz: The winner of this match will be the final member of Team IWC at RassleMania!Beckett: I'm pulling for Bishop in this one!Nailz: Is it because you don't like the prospect of Harvey pulling double duty and not being able to give his all after the Hardcore in Hell Match he has with Johnny Knuckles?Beckett: No, I just don't like Branden Harvey to begin with!Right from the get go, the two competitors engage in a fast-paced, back and forth contest! Moves and counter moves are performed, with Branden Harvey pulling off an X-Factor followed up by a Caucasian Hangover being a high point of the early parts of the match! Harvey goes for a cover, 1 . . . 2 . . Kick out by Bishop! Harvey then pulls Bishop back up, and sits him on the top turnbuckle, looking to take him off with a Hurricarana! However, before Harvey can pull off the move, Bishop counters with a sick Powerbomb that sends him falling into the mat! As Harvey slowly gets to his feet, holding his neck in pain, Bishop leaps off, nailing Harvey with a Flying Crossbody! He has Harvey's shoulders pinned to the mat, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout from Harvey! Nailz: Each competitor got a near fall there!The match continues to be a very even one, and eventually, Harvey knocks Bishop out of the ring! While Harvey runs to the opposite ropes to gain momentum, Bishop reaches beneath the ring and grabs a Kendo Stick! He gets to his feet as Harvey leaps over the ropes for a Suicide Plancha, but Bishop nails him in the gut with the Kendo Stick! Bishop then pulls Harvey up and gives him a Suplex onto the cement floor! Harvey clutches his midsection in pain as Bishop rolls him back into the ring. Rather than covering him, Bishop stalks Harvey, motioning for him to get up! Once he's up, Bishop hoists Harvey onto his shoulders and walks to the center of the ring, giving him the Future Imperfect GTS, and pinning him, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Nathan Bishop[/center] Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Chosen Future” Nate Bishop!Beckett: Woohoo! My wish come true! Bishop is going on to War Games!Nailz: Harvey gave it a great effort, but in the end, Bishop overcame with the help of the Kendo Stick! That was the real turning point in the match right there!Bishop gloats as his music begins the play and the ref raises his hand! The fans are booing as Harvey writhes around in pain on the mat. Bishop continues to act arrogant as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp!
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:23:06 GMT -4
IWC Interviewer, Jake Spade is seen as the camera cuts to the backstage area. IWC logo posted up in a nice little setup behind him, real typical of your backstage interview. DangerTainment Member, Jason Kash steps into the picture and Jack moves slightly to give Kash his space.::Jack Spade::
Just minutes after your victory against Bobby Bodacious, you can finally breath in knowing you've secured a spot in the War Games Match at RassleMania..How do you feel?::Jason Kash::
Disappointed.Jack Spade gives Kash a confused look, he's stunned at his single word description of how he feels about getting the one thing he's called out about wanting since being back in IWC. Spade clears his throat as he speaks into the microphone again.::Jake Spade::
Excuse me, you said...Disappointed? How can you be disappointed? Your match against Bodacious was spectacular! It can be argued it stole the entire show, what is there to be disappointed about?::Jason Kash::
Well the minute I got to the locker room I received a letter. I was informed that a childhood friend, a very close family friend of mine has died. Was shot to death in a random robbery. It came over me like a ghost coming to remind me of where I came from. I've done robberies much like where my friend was killed, he was with me on alot of them. I won a battle here today that gives me a step ahead of the "Rich Race" that Bodacious represents but what have I really won if when I succeed something bad happens that overshadows the good? I won tonight with no strain to my gameplan. I wasn't worried, I still feel like a million bucks, I beat someone worth more than that tonight so I should be overjoyed...But I'm not. Now it's time to mourn and go attend my friend's funeral. After that I put everything I have into War Games. I put who I am now, who I was before, where I came from, where I'm at, I give it....My All...::Jake Spade::
What do you have to say abo....Hey, where you going?Jason Kash backs out of the picture leaving Jake Spade confused once again by his actions...Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall![/'color]
"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamanism start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!"
Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Utashinai, Hokkaido, Japan, weighing in at 215 pounds, Isamu Suzuki!
Nailz: We have our second debut of the night, as Isamu Suzuki enters the IWC Arena for the first time!
The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy. He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the 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.
Stenfelder: From Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris....CYRUS!
Beckett: The Anti-Hardcore @$$hole Chris Cyrus came up just short in his bid to win the IWC Championship from James Chambers at Blood, Sweat, and Broken Teeth! You can bet he's pissed tonight!
Chris begins making his way down to the ring, threatening 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. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!
Isamu Suzuki vs. Chris Cyrus [/u] Right as the bell rings, Cyrus is right on Suzuki, bashing him with clubbing blows that hunch the newcomer over! Cyrus is quick to respond with a Russian Leg Sweep, taking Suzuki down to the mat! Cyrus continues to press his advantage, wearing Suzuki down with stomps and kicks before applying the Headlock, yelling out “HEADLOCK!!” as he does so, drawing loud boos from the fans. As Cyrus has the hold applied, Suzuki gives him a few elbows to the midsection, and shoves him off towards the ropes, catching Cyrus on the rebound with a Leaping Calf Kick! From here, Suzuki goes high octane, using his speed to keep Cyrus off guard! Ten minutes into the match, Suzuki nails Cyrus with a Spinning Neckbreaker and pins him, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Cyrus! Nailz: I like what I'm seeing from Suzuki so far!Beckett: I do too, but it's probably because I hate everything Chris Cyrus stands for!Suzuki is quick to mount the top turnbuckle, and as Cyrus gets up, he leaps off for a Flying Crossbody, but Cyrus ducks it! As Suzuki holds his chest in pain on the mat, Cyrus gets a handful of hair, pulling him up and giving him a hard DDT right into the mat! Cyrus then controls the next few moments of the match with various choke holds and cheap shots, trying to keep Suzuki grounded! The finish comes as Cyrus has Suzuki on the top turnbuckle, going for a Superplex! Suzuki blocks the attempt and shoves Cyrus off, causing him to crash into the mat! Suzuki then goes for the Shinyuu, but Cyrus gets his knees up, drilling them into the midsection of Suzuki! Cyrus rubs his knees in pain as he pulls Suzuki up with him before pulling him in and giving him the Straight to Hell! Cyrus covers Suzuki, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Chris Cyrus[/center] Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Chris Cyrus!The crowd is absolutely livid as “Ironman” begins to play over the speakers and the ref raises Cyrus' arm in victory! Beckett: D***it! Chris Cyrus got lucky having the wherewithal to counter that impressive Skytwister Press-like move from Suzuki there!Nailz: Despite the outcome, I've got to think that Isamu Suzuki has a very bright future here in IWC!The fans continue to boo as Cyrus mocks them on his way to the back.
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Post by reginald on Mar 13, 2011 20:23:54 GMT -4
Stenfelder: The following contest is an Extreme Rules Submission match, and is your IWC Asylum Main Event!The fans cheer at the top of their lungs as The PA system comes on as "Shout 2000" by Disturbed begins to play out over the system. Madok emerges from behind the curtain and begins to walk down to the ring, he flicks off a few fans who begin to chant his name. Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 180 pounds, he is the IWC Tap Out Champion, Madok Mortallis!Madok pauses as he reaches the ring and then jumps on to the outside apron and looks around at the fans in attendance. He gets inside the ring and jumps on the ropes as he holds up his middle finger and a few of the fans do it too, while they are chanting his name still. As his music dies down, Madok sits down on the mat and watches the curtain for his opponent to show up. The lights dim down as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play. After a few moments the large and imposing figure of Rico Casteel makes his way out from the back. He pauses at the entrance and scans the crowd before smirking, cracking his neck, and making his way down to the ring. Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Bismark, North Dakota, weighing in at 270 pounds, he is the IWC Suicidal Champion, “The Loose Cannon” Rico Casteel!Ignoring all of the fans, he reaches the ring, grabs the middle rope and hauls himself onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes and paces around the ring. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! Extreme Rules Submission Match [/u] Nailz: Both of these men are coming off of successful title defenses at the Super Show, but only one can win tonight!Beckett: This is a non-title match!Madok tries to catch Casteel off guard early with a high-octane, high-speed offense, and has some success with a hit-and-run attack that eventually sees him taking Casteel down to the mat with Leg Lariat! Madok begins to stomp Casteel's knee joint mercilessly before applying a Grapevine Leg Lock on the bigger man! Casteel snorts in pain, but concentrates, kicking Madok right in the face with his free leg, forcing him to break the hold! Casteel has a very slight limp as he gets up, but nothing too serious as he drills Madok with a hard Clothesline as soon as he gets up! With Madok down on the mat, Casteel exits the ring and rummages beneath it, looking for weapons! Beckett: It looks like “The Loose Cannon” wants to take this one extreme real quick like!Casteel emerges from beneath the ring with a garbage can, tossing it over the ropes and into the ring. Casteel continues to litter the ring with objects, tossing them in from outside, until he finally reaches under the ring and pulls out a table! As he's sliding it into the ring, Madok gets to his feet and runs over, knocking Casteel right in the face with a Baseball Slide that sends him stumbling backwards into the announce table! Madok then shoots through the ropes, going for a Suicide Dive, but Casteel gets out of the way, causing Madok to crash back first into the table! Casteel then pulls him up and Powerbombs him right through the announce table! Nailz: Well there goes our table budget for the month!Casteel pulls Madok back up, shoving him into the apron before crushing him with a Running Body Splash! Madok crumbles down to the floor, and Casteel stomps him a couple of times before rolling him back into the ring. From here, Casteel beats Madok down with any and all weapons he can get a hold on! Eventually, he sits a bloodied Madok on the top rope, and then sets up the table. He then makes his way up to to top rope, hoisting Madok onto his shoulders! Before Casteel can leap off, Madok whips his body around and sends Casteel through the table with a Hurricarana! The fans are on their feet as both men are laid out in the ring! Beckett: That counter may have saved Madok Mortallis' life right there! Casteel has been dominating this match!Nailz: Can Madok get a submission hold on Casteel, and if he does, can he make the Suicidal Champion tap!?Madok begins to slowly crawl over towards Casteel, and when he reaches him, he applies a very sloppy basic Armbar! Casteel easily powers his way out, and is slightly dazed as he makes his way up to his feet. Madok is up as well, and runs in for another Hurricarana, but Casteel counters with another Powerbomb! “The Loose Cannon” cocks his fist as he waits for Madok to get up, and once he is, Rico drills him with the Knockout Punch! Casteel then grabs a hold of a 2X4 wrapped in barbed wire, and sits on Madok's back, applying a Camel Clutch while holding the barbed wire board across Madok's throat, drawing more blood! Madok is completely out of it as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! Winner: Rico Casteel[/center] Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by referee stoppage, “The Loose Cannon” Rico Casteel!Nailz: Madok Mortallis was out before Casteel even applied the Camel Clutch! Still, a brutal, brutal match!Beckett: Casteel has vowed to win the RassleMania Battle Royale, and after his performance tonight, I've got to say that I like his chances!“The Sound of Madness” blares as Casteel stands triumphantly in the ring! At this point, James Chambers steps out from the backstage area, and stands at the entrance way, clapping for Rico Casteel, albeit sarcastically. Casteel has an intense look on his face as he glares at the IWC Insane Champion from the ring! Nailz: Could we be seeing Rico Casteel versus James Chambers in the not too distant future!? We'll find out in two weeks at RassleMania as IWC faces off against APW in an inter promotional Battle Royale and War Games! We'll see you in California!The webcast comes to a close.
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