IWC Asylum-Nov 21-Long Island, NY

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The webcast starts focused on Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett sitting at the announce table, while “Young Cardinals,” by Alexisonfire, plays in the background.

Nailz: Welcome, folks, to the second webcast of IWC! We had a historic return just two weeks ago, and tonight we'll continue to live up to the moniker of Insane Wrestling Championship!

Beckett: If there's one word to describe our first show, it would be insane! And tonight, we're getting right to the action! Let's send it to the ring for our first match!

“Young Cardinals” fades and stops, and all four competitors for the Fatal Fourway opening match are already in the ring.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening contest is a Fatal Fourway match scheduled for one fall! In the corner to my immediate right, from London, England, weighing in at 220 pounds, “Spitfire” Harry Durden!

The fans give Durden a split reaction as he raises his arms.

Stenfelder: And his oppenents, first, in the corner to my far left, from Baton Rouge, Louisana, weighing in at 220 pounds, The Crimson Ghost!

The fans boo The Ghost as he doesn't even acknowledge them.

Stenfelder: And their opponent, in the corner to my far right, from Gadsen, Alabama, weighing in at 240 pounds, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers!

Jimmy gives a polite wave to the crowd, who cheer for him.

Stenfelder: And their opponent, in the corner to my immediate right, from Stockton, California, “The Bone Collector” Ethan Jones!

The fans boo loudly as Jones has one of those “I'll knock your block off if you look at me funny” kind of smirks on his face. Stenfelder exits the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Harry Durden vs. Crimson Ghost vs. James Chambers vs. Ethan Jones

The match starts off with everyone teaming up on James Chambers, backing him up against the ropes and dumping him out of the ring. Durden and Ghost then team up to beat up Ethan Jones for a bit before tossing him out of the ring as well, so they can focus on one another. Durden gets the upperhand early in the match, The two brawl back and forth a bit, until Chambers reenters the ring, and takes them both down with a Double Clothesline. He then focuses on the Crimson Ghost, pulling him up and whipping him towards the corner, where he proceeds to pummel the living daylights out of The Ghost. Jones is back in the ring as well, and he pulls Durden up, and both men begin to brawl. The match continues to be a hardhitting slugfest, where the competitors largely remain paired off, ocassionally teaming up to pull of punishing double team manuevers. At one point Jones locks up Crimson Ghost for the Means to an End, his version of the Ranhei, driving him hard into the mat and going for a pin, 1
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Durden turns away from Chambers and breaks the count!

Nailz: That right there is the reason Fatal Fourway Matches are so hard to win! They're quite possibly the most difficult matches to win, as not only do you have to incapcitate one opponent long enough for the three count, but you got to make sure the other two won't break it up!

Beckett: Bottom line, you can't rely solely on skill in these kind of matches, but luck as well!

The match continues to be a series of near falls, with each man taking turns beating up on Crimson Ghost. “Spitfire” hoists Crimson Ghost up and drives him into the mat with the Paroxysm, but before he can go for the pin, Jones shoots across the ring in a flash, and does a Jumping Crossbody on Durden, sending both of them flying over the ropes! While this is going on, James Chambers slides back into the ring from the outside, and quickly pops up to the top turnbuckle, leaping off and squashing the Crimson Ghost with the Earthquake High Impact Frog Splash, covering Crimson Ghost, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: James Chambers

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers!

“On My Way to the Cage” begins to play as the ref raises Chambers' arm. Durden and Jones are pissed ringside, but rather than dwell, they head to the back. Chambers exits the ring as well, while Crimson Ghost remains laid out on the mat. He slowly begins to sit up and make his way to his feet as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play, and it isn't long before the newest member of the IWC roster Rico Casteel makes his way out from the entrance, microphone in hand. He pauses and looks around at the audience before lifting the microphone to his mount.

Rico: Most of you don't know me. Hell, I'd probably say that none of you really know me. I'm just another name thrown into the hat to all of you. Well, tonight that is all going to change. Because while I might be riding pine in the big leagues, in IWC I plan to make my name one that will always be remembered. I plan to make sure that when people speak about Rico Casteel, they will remember the chaos and carnage that I created.

But everyone has to start somewhere, right?

Rico begins to make his way towards the ring, and as he does, Crimson Ghost tries to sneak past him. But before he can, Rico puts his arm out and turns Crimson Ghost around, leading him back toward the ring with his arm around his shoulders.

Rico: So, why not start tonight? Why not make an impact right away? I might have missed the first show, but that doesn't mean I have to miss anymore. Right, Ghostie?

Crimson Ghost looks out from the corner of his eyes as Rico smiles.

Rico: You did so well last week, and then this week, you did a whole lot of nothing. And you know what that means?

Before Crimson Ghost can answer, Rico turns and shoves him head first into the barricade. Ghost crashes into it hard and staggers back right into the waiting arms of Rico, who clotheslines Ghost from behind, sending him down to the concrete of the entrance way face first. Rico then hauls Crimson Ghost up and drags him towards the ring before whipping him into the steel ring steps, sending him crashing in shoulder first. Rico stalks over and slowly lifts the top of the steps up and slides them into the ring before picking up Crimson Ghost and sliding him - and the microphone he was holding - in as well.

Ghost tries to get to his feet as Rico slides in, but Rico bounces off the ropes and takes Ghost down with a running spear. He stands up and laughs a bit as he pushes the steps into position almost in the dead center of the ring. He then picks Crimson Ghost up and drags him over towards the steps. Casteel signals for the end before lifting Ghost up...

Nailz: This doesn't look good...

Beckett: I never liked this masked freak anyways.

Nailz: Oh God no!

The sound of a body crumpling on steel echoes after Casteel nails a spinebuster onto the steel steps! Crimson Ghost is motionless, sprawled on the steel as Casteel smirks. He surveys his work before getting up and walking over to the microphone and picks it up. He comes back over and kneels down before Crimson Ghost.

Rico: How about now? Have you figured out what it all means? No? Well, let me help you out. What it means is that you have been replaced. Finished. No more. This is the end of your line, Ghostie.

Casteel chuckles as he stands up and faces the entrance.

Rico: And to everyone else back there who just sees me as another piece of cannon fodder...."(he points to Crimson Ghost's still motionless body)"...Let that be a lesson and a warning. This was only the beginning of what is to come, because as you all can plainly see, the Loose Cannon has been unleashed. And no one is safe.

"Sound of Madness" begins to play again as Rico drops the microphone on Crimson Ghost's chest and exits the ring, walking his way up to the curtain. He pauses and turns, raising his arms into the air as medical personnel run by him to tend to Crimson Ghost. Rico smiles again before disappearing backstage.

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The fans are pissed off as Reginald Schmidt's music hits, and the General Manager of IWC enters the arena. He is dressed in what appears to be an extremely tight “Sexy Turkey” costume, which is intended for slutty women. Schmidt waves to the fans, oblivious to their boos. He enters the ring and shakes his tail feathers, looking very pleased with himself!

Beckett: Here comes our dunce of a General Manager! And he's dressed in an absolutely ridiclous getup! That costume is meant for women!

Nailz: I'm with you, it doesn't leave nearly enough to the imagination! Still, Reginald Schmidt is the hand-picked choice of President Jeff to run IWC, so we've got to show him some respect, even if he makes it hard to do so!

Schmidt: Welcome, one and all, to the Thanksgiving edition of IWC! As you all can see, I am in a festive mood tonight! Although I may be dressed as a Turkey, I'm no turkey! We've got a great show planned for you all tonight, including the match that I'm most looking forward to, the Thanksgiving Tag Team Match between four of our lovely female competitors! And while it may be much to the chagrin of my loving wife, who bought me this costume, I'm going to be the guest referee!

The fans boo Reginald some more, while he remains blissfully unaware of how much they hate him.

Schmidt: Also, tonight, I wanted to adress the matter of the Blackwells, and after the events of last week, we have reached a comprimise. Trevor and Kristina Blackwell have been re-instated, and have agreed to not revoke our lease of the building. Because of this, Trevor Blackwell will make his in-ring debut in the new IWC, teaming with Damien Dimitri to take on the team of Branden Harvey and the returning Damian Darko!

The fans pop at the announcement of Darko. Reginald has a huge smile on his face, thinking the cheers are for him.

Schmidt: Well, folks, I hope you enjoy tonight's show! I'll see you a little later tonight!

All of a sudden, there's a loud crashing sound coming from backstage. The Crowds roars come to a quiet and slowly, everyone's focus begins to shift to the source of the crashing sounds happening behind the curtains. Finally, Kristina bursts out, her brother's unmistakable Singapore Cane in her hands. The crowd erupts, about a 50/50 split of cheers and scowls, and a few fans towards the front reached out their hands as she stormed down the isle. Until of course, one unlucky fan who reached over just a little too far ended up with a fist in his throat. Then, the cheers disappeared.

She slips into the ring and picked up the mic.

Kristina: "Reggie...."

Reginald looks nervous, and his turkey costume shakes in all the wrong places. His voice is also shaky, as he tries his best to be authoritative.

Schmidt: Kristina, What is it I can do for you?

She responds by swinging the Cane at his head. He ducks, and stumbles backwards.

Schimdt: Kristina! Stop this immediately! What is it that you want?

She walks toward him, cornering him against the ropes, as close to his face as she can get without tasting flesh.

Kristina: I didn't come here to fuck around, *Reginald*. I didn't come here to watch my brother iron out old fueds from backstage. I came here to be entertained. To partake in the savagely public sport of legal brutality. It's a nice change of pace for me. The legal part, anyway. Start booking me, or I'm out of here. Your call.

She used her free hand to straighten out his collar and tie, before handing him the microphone politely and stepping out of the ring.

Schmidt: Believe me, Kristina, it won't happen again! And if it does, it'll be on accident!

“Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” mashup plays again, as Reginald exits the ring and does a ridiculous turkey walk up the aisle, despite his nervousness. As he leaves, 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: Making his way to the ring first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 230 pounds, “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious!

Beckett: Bodacious made a successful debut last week, teaming with The Gambler to come out on top!

Nailz: That was a tag team match! This week we'll see how he does on his own!

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.

"Still D.R.E." by Dr. Dre blasts over the loud speakers and from behind the curtain comes Stephan Saint with a fresh Bud Light in his hand. He pops it open and makes it way down to the ring while polishing off the can of Bud Light. He throws the empty into the crowd and slides underneath the ropes and into the ring.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Burlington, Vermont, weighing in at 230 pounds, Stephan Saint!

Nailz: Saint was the man pinned in last week's tag match! We'll see tonight how he fares in single's competition!

Beckett: I predict another loss!

Bodacious and Saint have a few words for one another as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”Superstar” Bobby Bodacious vs. Stephan Saint

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Bodacious and Saint lock up in the middle of the ring, and Bodacious gets the advantage, hitting Saint with the Snap Suplex to start the match! Bodacious presses his advantage, and keeps control of Saint for several minutes, until Saint turns the tide by countering the Side Russian Legsweep with a couple of elbows to the midsection of Bodacious, followed up by a ring shaking DDT! Saint pulls “Superstar” Bobby back up, and gives him a Piledriver before going for a pin, 1
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Kick out by Bodacious!

Nailz: Great counter by Saint there! He almost picked up the win!

Beckett: Key word, almost! Bobby Bodacious started this match by picking up right where he left off last week, dominating Saint, and it's only a matter of time before he locks this match down!

The two men continue to have a quick paced, back and forth contest with several near falls between the two of the them. Late in the match, Bodacious has Saint down on the mat, and he rolls out of the ring to get a hold of a steel chair! He re-enters the ring, and has the chair cocked, motioning for Saint to get up! As Saint gets to his feet, Bodacious slams it right into his head! He then places the chair on the mat, pulls Saint in, and delivers the Bodacious Driver right onto the chair! He rolls Saint onto his back and pins him, 1
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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious!

Beckett: Bodacious gets the win and improves to 2-0 here in IWC!

Nailz: Tough break for Saint, but Bodacious just wanted it more here tonight!

“Superstar” begins to play again as the ref raises Bodacious' arm in victory. Saint rolls out of the ring, and slowly trudges up the aisle as Bodacious continues to strut in the ring.

IWC cuts backstage, Reginald Shmidt is sitting in his office, the door suddenly flies open, and in walks Amber Stevens. She is followed closely by Momma Stevens.

Momma: Hey Fat Cat, where the hell do you get off thinking that you have the right to force ANYONE, LET ALONE MY LITTLE GIRL, to dress in a way that is demeaning in some way or another? You take four women with the tallent of Arcadia, Delilah, Isabella, and my Amber and you put them into a match where the have no choice but to dress as you want, you perverted old man. I don't think so.


Amber: Listen Mr. Shimidt, I am none too pleased with having to go out there dressed like this, but the thing that pisses me off even more, is you have three people in this match who follow the rules, and one who would be perfectly fine throwing the rulebook out the Goddamned window, and worse yet, I am the only clean cut Face in this match yet you pair me with the ruleless harlot? Are you looking for volitility, or are you just a flagging moron?

Amber walks towards Reggie. When she gets up to his desk she is reaching over the desk, when suddenly Momma Stevens steps between them.

Amber: Momma what the hell are you doing, Shmidtneed to pay for his actions.

Momma Stevens slaps Amber's face.

Momma: Listen here girl, as you said you are the cleanest wrestler in that ring tonight, if you attack this gelatinous mass of money dripping, excuse for humanity then you will be no better than the others on this roster, however if you stand up for your beliefs then you come out the winner no matter what happens in the match.

Amber is PISSED OFF, she glares at Reginald then leaves. Momma leans in to within inches of his face.

Momma: Now it's your turn to listen. I will never save your ass again, and even though she is a clean cut girl no-one would blame her for taking your head off just now. Here's the deal you start treating these girls with respect or I will see to it that my little girl doesn't need to risk her career to get some respect from you.

Momma Stevens now leaves. Reginald is seen quivering slightly after the ordeal. He feebly calls out behind Momma Stevens.

Schmidt: I meant no offense!

IWC cuts to a web ad.

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Adam Steinfelder: The following contest is a Thanksgiving Day Tag Team Match, scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first representing the Pilgrims, at 5'10” and 135 pounds, from Palermo Sicily,....”Dive of Extreme” Isabella PAZZINI!!!

"Woman On A Mission" by Gabriella Cilmi hits the PA, and the crowd erupts into vociferous booing. Isabella walks out of the entranceway wearing her black and white pilgrim costume, smirking at the petty little crowd, before posing with her arms outstretched as Catherine-wheel pyrotechnics whirl and explode behind her. She makes her way slowly down to the ring, before climbing up the steps and over the middle rope. She walks to the far turnbuckle and outstretches her arms once again, as pyros fall like rain all around the ring.

Nailz: Here comes Isabella in her debut match at IWC. She certainly doesn't seem to mind the attire.

Beckett: And she shouldn't! It shows off her legs perfectly!

"Breathe" by Swollen Members hits the PA system and the IWC faithful cheer as Amber walks out on stage wearing her costume and a scowl.

Adam: Her partner, from Lindsay, Ontario...at 5'2” and 109 pounds...”The Amber Alert” Amber STEVENS!

She 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. She steps between the ropes and waits on her opponents.

Nailz: Well she isn't happy to be here. That much is clear.

The lights cut out to be replaced with a dim pink hue. As this happens, Blooded cuts in on the PA and the strong chords send the fans into a cacophony of noise, with both cheers and boos in the mix. The camera lingers upon the entrance for a moment before moving to the crowd and scanning it until she is found at the back, illuminated by a spotlight with her back to the camera.

Adam: And their first opponent, representing the Indians, from Los Angeles, California, at 5'3” and 132 pounds....”The Libertine” Delilah!!!

Delilah spins on her heel and walks down through the crowd. She hops over the barrier turning to the crowd for a moment to shoot them an almost villainous smile. She slides into the ring and stands, smoothing down her Indian costume which has been modified to her liking. The skirt is higher and slit up both sides, with the small top and been shrunk even further and cut across the center at an angle, now being held together with conveniently placed safety pins. Both sleeves are missing completely. She starts stretching in her corner, readying herself for the match ahead.

Nailz: What has Delilah done to her costume?!

Beckett: Shut up and don't complain!

Adam: And the last half of the Indian tag team, from Tijuana, Mexico...at 5'4” and 127 pounds....Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti!!!!

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". Arcadia jogs up to the ring apron in her black with silver luchadora costume and mask.

Nailz: Arcadia has made a bold statement by opting to not wear her appointed outfit into the ring tonight.

Beckett: And she should be suspended for such blatant disregard of her match stipulations!

The Hardcora Luchadora grabs the top rope and slingshots herself into the ring with flare. She looks at the wildly cheering crowd, shrugs lightly and brushes some invisible speck of dirt off of her shoulder.

Adam Stienfelder: Before this match gets started, we have a special guest referee!!

The crowd turn to the entrance as A mash-up of Rick Astley's “Never Gonna Give You Up” and Nirvana's “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits the speakers and Reginald Schmidt enters from behind the curtains, dressed in a very sexy, very feminine, turkey suit.

Adam: Ladies and Gentleman, IWC General Manager REGINALD SCHMIDT!!!!!!

He gives the crowd a small wave and a blush as he heads down the aisle towards the ring. Once he reaches the ring, he steps in through the middle of the ropes and grabs a microphone.

Reginald: Okay ladies, I want a fair fight, lets have some fun with this!

“Amber Alert” Amber Stevens and “Diva of Extreme” Isabella Pazzini vs. “The Libertine” Delilah and Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti

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He signals for the bell as Amber shakes her head. She mouths something to Reginald and her teammate, tearing off her costume and leaving it in a heap on the ring mat, revealing a small outfit of sporty pastel blue wrestling gear consisting of short shorts and a sports bra style top. She exits the ring with her arms crossed and walks back up the aisle.

Nailz: Amber has left the match! It looks like the GM's stipulation put her on strike! What a statement!

Beckett: Fine, we don't need her, Isabella is hotter anyway!

Nailz: You never like the good guys.

Beckett: She left Isabella to fend for herself! What's there to like?

Katrina, Delilah and Isabella immediately rush for Schmidt, knocking him down and kicking him out of the ring. Isabella, knowing she is alone, goes for a running clothesline on Katrina and hits, but it doesn't keep her down for long and the two Indians gang up on her, Delilah knocking her to the mat with a vicious Pele Kick!

Beckett: BOOM! HEADSHOT!!

She hits the “I am Diety” pose and the crowd pops. They start laying the boots on Isabella, Delilah holding her in place with a Gates of Sin. Just as Katrina and Delilah get a good rhythm going, the crowd starts to cheer!

Nailz: AMBER IS RETURNING!

The Amber Alert flies back into the ring, nailing Delilah with a Shining Wizard and rolling to her feet to help up Isabella. The four go back and forth, Amber and Katrina flying around the ring and Isabella and Delilah grappling on the mats. Every time Reggie gets back up, he is knocked down again by one of the women. Isabella hits a Springboard Wheel Kick on Katrina while she is distracted with Reginald and lays her out on the mats. Delilah goes to stop the pin, but Isabella never bothers. Instead, she slides out of the ring and under the apron.

Beckett: This is always where the fun begins...

Nailz: Why wouldn't she go for the attempt? What are these girls doing?

Amber rushes Delilah and gets her tied up in the ropes, reading her partner. Isabella comes back out with a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire and slides into the ring, taking it like a baseball bat to Delilah's exposed midsection, ripping her flesh open as she pulls back for each swing. She grits her teeth in a grimace, refusing to scream for them. The crowd breaks out into a HOLY SHIT chant as Amber kicks the wounds Isabella is creating.

Nailz: This is absolutley brutal!

Beckett: I love this Show!

Reginald Schmidt gets up in time to see Arcadia fly into the ring with a lead pipe and a light tube. She slingshots over the rope, untying Delilah on the way and cracks Isabella in the face with the light tube, the shattered glass sending a shrieking GM ducking back under the ring. The four women face off at opposite sides of the ring, two with weapons and two without. They look at each other and simultaneously dive under the ring, each coming back up with a weapon of choice. Delilah brought the entire can of light tubes, while Arcadia has two Kendo Sticks. Isabella replaces her barbed wire beam with the cheese grater and Amber has opted for the thumbtacks.

Nailz: This CANNOT end well.

Beckett: Let them kill each other, three of them are useless as it is!


The women run at each other as the crowd looks on chanting I-DUB-C! I-DUB-C! They are absolutely vicious as they take shots and return them for their own, Isabella's face a crimson mask as Delilah cracks bulb after bulb on her body. She ties her up in turn and takes the grater to Delilah's forehead with a vengeance. Amber is keeping Arcadia back with vicious kicks to the ribs and stomach, while Arcadia is countering with strong swipes of the Kendo on her legs as they come at her. The bag of tacks burst open from a Kendo shot and they mingle with the glass shards all over the mat. Arcadia is holding her ribs, barley able to stand, Amber's legs are completely black and blue, Delilah's forhead and mid section are bleeding profusely and Isabella is also bloody and tired. Arcadia gets taken down with a beautiful Enziguiri from Amber and lands in the tacks and glass. Again, no one attempts a pin as Delilah and Isabella go back for more weapons under the ring. Arcadia, screaming in pain, sweeps Amber down with her and wraps her in A crossbow cradle, into a body triangle.

Nailz: Torque Bow!

Beckett: How are they handling that on the tacks and glass?!

They roll around on the glass, each girl screaming every time she hits more of the mat, but before Amber can tap, Isabella is back out to break them up with a steal chair. The four continue to back and forth until exhausted, and each covered in blood, some their own, some not, they can barely stand.

They lean on the ropes and as Amber hefts her barbedwire beam that she picked up towards Delilah. Arcadia starts waving her hands at Amber, gesturing “no” and pointing at something outside the ring. The women all look over at Reginald Schmidt, who is crouched by the steel steps, eyes wide in fear. They converge on him, dragging him into the ring, through the glass and tacks which decorate the canvas and their bodies, kicking and screaming.

Nailz: These women are about to take out their anger on the GM

Beckett: I hope he sprang for insurance when he got this job!

Arcadia sets up a table and douses it in lighter fluid while Delilah and Isabella go shot for shot on Reggie's poor midsection and face. Amber climbs to the top rope as Isabella and Arcadia set him up on the table and Delilah grabs a mic. She bends down to Reggie's face and says, “Welcome to IWC.”

The crowd threatens to take the roof off with its cheers!

Amber, who was posing for the crowd, blood flowing down her face like sweat, flies off the top rope with a 450 Frog Splash, hitting her finisher and sending the IWC General Manager through the table with a deafening crack!

Nailz: AMBER RAIN!! AMBER RAIN!!

Beckett: Barring concussion, this is a night he won't be soon forgetting.

Arcadia smiles, her teeth red and a trickle of her own blood running from the corner of her mouth down to her chin, and strikes a match, dropping it onto the table. Reginald, the table and the sexy turkey suit go up flame as the four women step out of the ring, clothes and skin alike torn to shreds, leaning on each other for support and limp back up the aisle to the screaming approval of the IWC Faithful. The ring crew quickly extinguish the flames as Reggie, still smoking, rolls out of the ring and onto the floor.

Nailz: Well, these women had a point to make tonight and I certainly think they accomplished that goal, Steve.

Beckett: That was an absolutely devastating match!

WINNER: NO CONTEST[/center]

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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.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Hell's Kitchen, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, “Suicide Messiah” Gordie James!

Nailz: Gordie had a great showing last week, but couldn't quite overcome Crimson Ghost. He looks to get right back on the right page here tonight against The Gambler!

Beckett: Good showings will only get you so far! You've got to win matches to make an impact in IWC!

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.

The lights dim as the opening notes begin playing. Spotlights show reflections of playing cards along the entrance. Gambler, wearing a jacket with an Ace of Hearts of Jack of Diamonds, takes his time strolling out to the ring, deck of cards between both hands. At random intervals, Gambler tosses a few cards at members of the audience.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 237 pounds, The Gambler!

Beckett: The Gambler had a successful debut on last week's show, will his luck hold up here tonight?

Nailz: Well, they do call him The Gambler!

When Gambler makes it to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope. Gambler goes to one knee while reaching into a jacket pocket, pulling out a pair of die. Gambler rolls the die on the mat, getting a "7" from the roll.

The lights come all the way on as Gambler gets to both feet, making sure to take his jacket off. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Gambler vs. “Suicide Messiah” Gordie James

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The two men start out the match slowly, feeling eachother out, neither man wanting to make the first mistake. Once they get rolling, The Gambler and James trade some blows back and forth, until it degenerates into an all out brawl! The fans are going crazy as the two men trade blows, until The Gamber takes a shortcut and gives Gordie James a rake to the eyes! He then uses his newfound advantage to grab James and deliver his version of the Slingshot Suplex, The Flush! The Gambler follows up by running to the opposite ropes and nailing Gordie James with the Royal Flush! (Rolling Thunder) He covers James, 1
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Gordie gets the shoulder up! The Gambler continues to control the match for a while, dictating a slower pace while he wears Gordie down bit by bit. After hitting Gordie with several of his signature moves, The Gambler makes his way to the top rope and leaps off for the Ante Up, but Gordie rolls out of the way!

Nailz: This could be Gordie's chance to get back into this match!

Beckett: The Gambler made a bet there, and lost it with that high risk move!

Gordie is immediately on the offensive, pulling The Gambler up and pummeling him with some clubbing blows before lifting him up for the Death Valley Driver! He then drags The Gambler to the corner legs first, and rolls out of the ring, pulling The Gambler nuts first into the post!

Beckett: The Gambler will be singing an octave higher tonight, if he's the singing type, that is!

Nailz: I couldn't answer that question if I wanted to!

Gordie James proceeds to apply a Figure Four around the ringpost, and the ref does nothing to stop it, as there are no DQs in IWC! After a few moments, Gordie releases the hold and drags the Gambler out to the arena floor, where he bounces The Gambler's head off the barricade! From here, the fight goes back and forth on the outside until The Gambler whips Gordie into the stairs! The Gambler then charges in, but Gordie sidesteps him, giving him a Drop Toe Hold face first into the ringsteps, Gordie rolls The Gambler into the ring, 1
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Winner: The Gambler[/center]

Stenfeld: Here is your winner, by pinfall, The Gambler!

Nailz: That was a nasty, nasty contest there, but The Gambler comes out on top in the end!

Beckett: Wild matches like that are the bread and butter of the IWC! That's why I love it!

“The Gambler” plays over the speakers as the ref raises The Gambler's arm. The Gambler looks down at at Gordie, and then calmly exits the ring. Gordie holds his head in pain as he sits up and realizes that he's been defeated again.

Nailz: Great effort from Gordie here tonight. You gotta believe that he'll catch a break soon with the effort he's putting in!

[reginald]

The feed goes live backstage where Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti is sitting up on a stretcher have tacks and glass shards removed from her skin. She is bruised, battered, and bloody, but smiling all the same. Jack Spade is standing beside her as the medic does his work.

Jack Spade: So, that was quite a match you four put on out there.

Arcadia, smiling: Yeah, when was the last time you heard chanting like that?

Spade: So what were you thinking?

Arcadia: Everyone knows exactly what we were all thinking. We put on a match to remember and they all will. We may not have been the main event, but whose match do you think the website comments are going to be about tomorrow?

Spade: You certainly gave the crowd something to talk about. I think a big question is why did you all deliberately avoid pin attempts?

The Hardcora Luchadora winces and hisses in a breath of air as the EMT pulls out a decidedly stubborn piece of glass from her shoulder blade.

Arcadia: Because the point wasn't to win the match. It was to show everyone, especially Reginald Schmidt, what we were made of. Making the easy pin would have ended it too quickly, and he wouldn't have learned our capabilities. We just would have been out there in another two weeks, this time maybe in evening gowns, or have a makeover match.

Spade: Do you think you actually made your point to the General Manager?

The smile falls from her face and she looks at the camera: If we didn't, there is nothing that will hold me back next time. I wasn't planning on specifically targeting the douchebag, but I warned him. I told him how lucky he was not to be in the ring with me. He was the fool that didn't take me seriously.

Spade: Aren't you afraid of the repercussions of your actions tonight?

Arcadia, laughing: What repercussions? We all know what our contract says: In that ring anything goes! No DQ. What consequences? Anyone in that ring with us is fair game, and so are a lot of the people outside of it. (She shrugs indifferently) He knew that when he decided to guest referee. He took his risk and we took ours. At least the four of us walked away from it.

Spade: There are other ways to get revenge, Arcadia. Don't you worry about that?

Arcadia shakes her head: Like what? So what if he puts me in a match with the biggest, baddest guy in the locker room. The four of us just proved we could hold our own. Let him. Let it come. I'll be just as ready as I was tonight. Reggie, do your worst.

Spade: We will see if Reginald has anything up his sleeve or if he is going to leave well enough way, way, alone from now on.

The scene fades out on Arcadia and the EMT arguing over removing her mask.

IWC cuts back out to ringside. "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.

Stenfelder: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 140 pounds, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!

“Oildale,” by KoRn, hits the speakers, and the fans go wild as “The Hardcore Weapon” Damian Darko makes his first apperance in the brand new IWC. He heads down the aisle as the fans continue to cheer!

Stenfelder: And his partner, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 255 pounds, “The Hardcore Weapon” Damian Darko!

Nailz: This should be an interesting pairing between Branden Harvey and Damian Darko here tonight! Harvey came up just short in the main event last week against Damien Dimitri, but this week, he has Damian Darko to back him up!

Beckett: I hardly think Darko is here to “back up” Harvey, although he does have a history with Trevor Blackwell! I can see this one getting really out of hand really quick!

The camera zeroes in on the entrance way as "Revolution is My Name" by Pantera, assaults the loudspeakers. The crowd lets out a thunderous ovation as “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell and "The New Breed" Damian Dimitri appears on the stage, joined by Kristina Blackwell, all three striking a very Blackwell-style Crucifix Pose to the delight of all the fans in the audience.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 518 pounds, “The Hardcore Buzzsaw” Damien Dimitri and “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell!

Nailz: These three tried to pull the plug on the new IWC by threatening to evict us from the building, and yet now they're greeted with a hero's welcome! I just don't get these fans sometimes!

Beckett: I think the fans have sided with the Blackwells because they don't care too much for our General Manager! I agree with them, he sucks!

They strut down the ramp, pounding fists with the rabid fans as they go along. Blackwell has a Singapore Cane in hand, and him and Dimitri rush down the aisle, and slide into the ring, popping right up and attacking their opponents! Blackwell takes a wild swing at Darko, who ducks it, while Dimitri and Harvey begin to trade blows! The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”Supersonic” Branden Harvey & “The Hardcore Weapon” Damian Darko vs. “The Hardcore Buzzsaw” Damien Dimitri & “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell

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Nailz: Well, this match wasn't scheduled to be a Tornado Tag, but it looks like that's what we're going to get here tonight!

The match is wild and crazy from the start, with all four men going at it in the ring with all they've got! Kristina is not afraid to get her hands dirty, grabbing a steel chair and tossing it in to Dimitri, who slams it over the head of Branden Harvey! Then then sets it up in the center of the ring, and gives Harvey a Drop Toe Hold right into the chair! Meanwhile, Blackwell and Darko continue to exchange blows, just brawling all over the ring! Eventually, Darko clotheslines Blackwell with such force that the two of them go spilling out to the arena floor! They continue to wildly brawl on the floor, eventually making their way into the crowd, where they continue to fight, not caring a lick about the safety of the fans! Back in the ring, Dimitri is in control, holding the steel chair in hand as he motions for Harvey to stand up. Dimitiri is stalking Harvey, but Harvey pops up and gives Spinning Heel Kicks the chair right into Dimitri's face! The impact sends Dimitri crashing back into the ropes, and Harvey immediately pops up to give Dimitri another Spinning Heel Kick that sends him flying over the ropes! Harvey then grabs a hold of the top rope and sling shots himself up to the top rope, springing off and catching Dimitri with a Springboard Shooting Star Press that brings the fans to their feet!

Nailz: What a move from Branden Harvey there!

Beckett: That was amazing and all, but look at how hard Blackwell and Dark are fighting in the crowd!

One of the fans folds up his chair, and holds it up, allowing Blackwell to bounce Darko's head off of it! The two men eventually brawl their way back to the barricade, where Blackwell slams Darko's back into the steel barrier, and then gets a running start, intending to smash Darko back into the barrier! Darko counters by Back Body Dropping Blackwell over the barrier, albeit with some difficulty, considering the wild nature of the match thus far! Things continue to go back and forth between the two teams, with Blackwell & Darko and Dimitri & Harvey paired off, respectively. The finish comes as Kristina Blackwell tosses Trevor his Singapore Cane, which he uses to light up Darko's head! Trevor then turns towards Harvey, and Dimitri gives him a Backsweep Kick as Trevor smashes the Cane over Branden's head! They kick Branden to the outside, and Dimitri pulls Darko back up, giving him an Reverse Atomic Drop, while Trevor runs towards the ropes and Clothesline's Darko with the Singapore Cane! Trevor then covers Darko, 1
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Winners: Trevor Blackwell & Damien Dimitri[/center]

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Trevor Blackwell and Damien Dimitri!

Nailz: This contest had it all! High risk moves! Hardcore Action! Heck, it even had a brawl through the crowd!

Beckett: Blackwell and Dimitri proved here tonight why they are a force to reckoned with here in IWC!

A very vocal minority of the fans cheer loudly for Trevor and Damien as “Revolution is My Name.” Kristina joins them in the ring, and raises their arms as Harvey reaches in, pulling Darko out of the ring and helps him up the aisle. The Blackwells and Dimitri continue to celebrate in the ring as IWC goes to it's final internet ad.

[reginald]

IWC comes back with Reginald Schmidt on a stretcher, still in his burnt up turkey costume. The medics are slowly but surely rolling him to the ambulance. One of the medics looks down at Reginald and asks him a question.

Medic: Was it worth it?

Reginald looks up at him with a twinkle in his eye.

Schmidt: You bet!

He tries to give a thumbs up, but is physically unable to. He groans as the medics load him into the ambulance. IWC cuts back out to the arena.

Stenfelder: The following contest is your IWC Asylum Main Event! The winner of this match will pick the stipulation for their match at the first IWC Super Show!

The lights go out and “Nightmare,” by Avenge Sevenfold blasts over the PA. As the words rattle the iwc landscape "Welcome to my nightmare", then Jason Royce walks out to little or no reaction and pose for the flash bulbs, and walk slowly down to the ring and slide underneath the bottom rope slowly getting back his feet.

Stenfelder: Already in the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 290 pounds, “The Iceman” Jason Royce!

Nailz: The Masked Man revealed himself to be Jason Royce last week, and he's here in IWC to take care of some unfinished business with Chris Cyrus! Tonight is his first step on that quest.

Beckett: If it were up to Cyrus, he'd just as soon ignore Royce!

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!

Nailz: Just listen to the venom these fans have for Chris Cyrus!

Beckett: It's simple, they disagree with his anti-hardcore stance!

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 for the ref to call for the bell, DING! DING! DING![/color]

Chris Cyrus vs. Jason Royce
Winner picks the Stipulation for their match at the Super Show

Cyrus and Royce waste not a moment going for one another's throats, pummeling one another in the center of the ring! Royce gets control, and backs Cyrus into the corner, and nails a Clothesline! He then pulls Cyrus out of the corner, lifting him up and hitting with a brutal Backbreaker! Royce continues to excert his will for the early parts of the match until Cyrus gives him a well timed Low Blow, followed up with the crowd's least favorite move, the Headlock! Cyrus yells out “HEADLOCK!” as he applies the hold! The fans boo at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: This is the anti-thesis of what the fans want to see here in IWC! Not to say that they don't appreciate good, technical wrestling, but what Cyrus is doing here is just lazy!

Beckett: This is just insulting!

The fans begin to throw garbage towards the ring, and Cyrus soaks the boos up as he continues to control the head of Jason Royce. After Cyrus eventually lets go, he deliberately keeps the pace of the match slow, taking time between each move to let the fans boo long and loud! Eventually, Royce counters Cyrus with a Rake to the Eyes, and then tosses him shoulder first into the ring post! Royce then exits the ring and grabs a table from beneath the ring, sliding it into the ring. He then pulls hockey stick out from beneath the ring and heads back into the ring himself, beating down Cyrus with the hockey stick before setting up the table! He then pulls Cyrus up and props him against the table, smacking him right in the face with the hockey stick! The force of the blow causes Cyrus to roll upon the table, and Royce makes haste to the top rope, leaping off for a 450 Splash! Cyrus rolls off the table and Royce crashes through! Cyrus pulls Royce up, who's holding his gut in pain, and delivers Straight to Hell! Cyrus pins Royce, 1
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Winner: Chris Cyrus

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Chris Cyrus!

Nailz: Knowing Cyrus, he'll pick some anti-hardcore match! What a wuss!

Beckett: You're probably right about his selection, and definitely right about him being a wuss!

The fans boo loudly as Cyrus calls for a mic. The ref hands it to him, and he waits for some of the boos to die down before speaking. By this point, Royce has rolled out of the ring, and is making his way up the aisle, turning his back on Cyrus in disgust.

Cyrus: Hey Jason, stop right there, I got something to say to you!

Jason stops, and turns back to glare at Cyrus.

Cyrus: I'm so sorry to rain on your parade, but unfortunately, we won't be doing that Taipei Death Match you wanted. Because I won, I get to pick the stipulation, and I'm not going to leave you hanging. At Massacre on 34th Street, Jason Royce, you and I will be facing off in a Fans Bring the Weapons match! The only weapons that will be legal are ones the fans bring in with them! And of course, I am encouraging all of you nimrods in the audience to not bring anything!

A huge "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" chant gets going, and Cyrus soaks up the boos, loving them. Royce shakes his head and continues onto the back as the fans continue to berate Cyrus.

Nailz: Well, folks, we've just found out our first match for the Super Show, it'll be Chris Cyrus versus Jason Royce in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match! We'll see you next time from the Asylum!

The IWC logo and copyright appear on the bottom of the screen as the show fades to black.