IWC Asylum-Dec 5-Long Island, NY

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The Asylum webcast begins with the fans in the IWC arena cheering at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the last episode of IWC Asylum before our very first Supershow!

Beckett: Allow me to correct you partner! To my knowledge, there aren't any ladies who watch this show, and the men who do are hardly gentlemen! But that's besides the point! Tonight is the last stop on the road to Massacre on 34th Street!

Nailz: Tonight, we have a huge main event, as Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti takes on “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell in what promises to be a personal, violent match!

Beckett: Not just that, but we'll see the card for Massacre on 34th Street begin to shape!

Nailz: We're getting right to the action tonight! Lets send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring!

Adam: The following match is the opening contest for IWC Asylum!

"Woman On A Mission" by Gabriella Cilmi hits the PA, and the crowd erupts into vociferous booing. Isabella walks out of the entrance way, smirking at the petty little crowd, before posing with her arms outstretched as Catherine-wheel pyrotechnics whirl and explode behind her.

Adam: Making her way to the ring first, from Palermo, Sicily, weighing in at 135 pounds, “The Diva of Extreme” Isabella Pazzini!

Nailz: Isabella Pazzini made her debut last week in the Thanksgiving Tag Match, where she participated in the beat down of our General Manager, Reginald Schmidt!

Beckett: She's so hot, Reggie took that beating and told her thank you!

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.

“Breathe,” by Swollen Members, plays over the speakers 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: And her opponent, from Lindsay, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 109 pounds, “The Amber Alert” Amber Stevens!

Nailz: Amber Stevens has quickly become one of the most popular members of the IWC roster!

Beckett: It's no surprise about that! She's smart, talented, and is very easy on the eyes!

Amber enters the ring, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”The Diva of Extreme” Isabella Pazzini vs. “The Amber Alert” Amber Stevens

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The match starts off with a quick pace, with both women trying to get the advantage, trading blows back and forth until Pazzini gets a hold of Amber's arm, pulling her down to the mat to apply an Armbar! Amber rolls Pazzini onto her back, pinning her while Pazzini keeps the hold locked on! The ref counts the pin, 1
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Pazzini lets go to kick out! The match continues, and the women partake in some chain wrestling, countering one another early and often! Amber goes for a kick on Isabella, but “The Diva of Extreme” catches Amber's foot! Amber quickly responds by taking her down with an Enziguri! Stevens goes for a pin, 1
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Pazzini kicks out!

Nailz: Amber almost got the win there with that Enziguri!

Beckett: These two are putting on a wrestling clinic thus far!

At this point, Pazzini rolls out of the ring to create some distance between Stevens and herself. Amber gets a running start and dives through the ropes, but Pazzini sidesteps her! As Amber comes crashing to the floor, Pazzini rummages beneath the ring, pulling out a 2x4! She wails on Amber with the weapon, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. The match continues, with Pazzini just taking it to Stevens on the outside, beating her from pillar to post. After a ferocious beating, Pazzini goes to ram Amber's head into the barrier, but Amber gets her arms up, blocking it and countering by ramming Pazzini's head into the barrier, bringing the fans to life! The finish comes once the two are back in the ring, trading a few blows back and forth until nails the Thwack Italia! She pulls Stevens back up to her feet, and delivers This One's for the Foundation, hooking both legs, 1
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Winner: Isabella Pazzini[/center]

Adam: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Diva of Extreme” Isabella Pazzini!

Beckett: An impressive win for Pazzini in our opening contest here tonight!

Nailz: Amber Stevens tried to get some momentum going, but Pazzini holds out to win in the end!

The ref raises Isabella's arm in victory as her music plays. She laughs a bit at the downed Amber Stevens before leaving the ring.

In one of the unknown backstage hallways, Gambler is walking around, getting some last minute stretches in. Gambler looks around briefly, sees that nobody is paying attention to him, grabs a flask from his vest and takes a swig. Gambler is about to look around again, then decides he doesn't care. Gambler takes another drink from his flask, before putting it away.

Gambler: Quick...what's black & hasn't worked since 1983? Everybody in Judo Jimmy's family. You weren't expecting me to say "my liver", were you?

In just a few minutes, I head out to the ring where I make my record 3-0. Shouldn't be too hard. I've got an APW hasbeen and an IWC neverwas. Oh, shit, that's right.....both of those terms describe Chris Cyrus, a man that flip-flops worse then President Obama & Bush 43, put together. My other opponent is a man that knows had a cult following involving Chris Hansen watching some crappy network. "Why don't you have a seat?" took on a whole new meaning for you Jimmy, didn't it? For your sake, I hope you were reprising the role of Pedobear. If not, I'd be a little concerned if I were your family.

Tell everyone that I have one functioning kidney, a destroyed liver, I look like I belong during the days of Prohibition; none of it matters. All that matters is that this old, decreped, dinosaur is going to own the both of you. Judo Jimmy, you should feel right at home. It'll be like the good ol' days, when my ancestors owned yours. The whipping I give to you, it's going to feel like you're family never left the plantation.

Cyrus, you're simply a bigger failure then Al Bundy. It's any wonders that you're not working at a women's shoe store, yet. Only, Al Bundy could at least claim he had four touchdowns in a single game.

You claim to be a future IWC Champion, Cyrus. Sure, I'll humor that thought. Anyone can live their dreams if they dream hard enough. You remember this old TV show....I believe it was Life Goes On? Had a kid with Down Syndrome on the show as a main character. Yeah....you're that kid with Down Syndrome. Only, he had more talent. I'm sure he had more longevity then you've got, too.

Cyrus, before I kick your ass, remember one thing. Just because you're going on this anti-hardcore routine doesn't mean I won't. Guaranteed, it makes it a little more entertaining for me when I bash your skull in.

Gambler takes a final swig from his flask as he walks off.

["Supersonic" Branden Harvey is walking down the hall. He's ready for his match against Jason Royce and Harry Durden. He's silent, mentally preparing himself for competition. Suddenly, he comes across Rico Casreel.]

Harvey: Hey, Rico. I haven't run into you here in IWC yet.

Rico: You're right. We haven't really talked much in APW either.

Harvey: Being the low men on the totem pole in our group, we should talk more. Are you ready for your match against Madok Mortalis?

Rico: Of course. I'm going to kill him.

Harvey: You're one intense dude. I like that.

Rico: Thanks.

Harvey: Just remember this, Madok is talented. He won't be a pushover.

Rico: Trust me. I know. I'm looking forward to it. What about your match? Are you ready?

Harvey: I'm ready like Hulk Hogan is for a hip replacement.

Rico: Who's Hulk Hogan?

Harvey: No clue. Anyway, it's time for my match.

Rico: Okay. If you ever need anything...

Harvey: I know where to find you. Same goes for you. Anything you want.

Rico: Thanks.

[They shake hands as the scene closes.]

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IWC comes back from the internet ad to backstage, as we see James Chambers walking toward the locker room. With him is Noah Riboflavin one of his employees. James walks purposefully as Noah stumbles trying to keep up with him. As he inches closer to the camera, we notices that his left ear is bandaged. Jack Spade notices as well, and follows him to catch up.

Jack: Hi, Mr. Chambers. What may i ask is the nature of that injury?

James: WHAT?! I HAVEN'T DECIDED WHETHER I'M BUYING A REAL TREE THIS YEAR OR NOT!

Jack looks puzzled.

Noah: He was recently in a match at SWA's Sadistic Rage PPV. Dr. Rosen chopped a chunk of earlobe off with a samurai sword! I'm trying to convince him not to compete tonight, but he doesn't hear a word i'm saying.

Jack tries to reach him anyway. He moves closer so James will hear him better.

Jack: James...how badly is your ear hurt?

James: HELL YEAH, I SUCK TOES!

Jack gets closer to James's good ear.

Jack: James, will your injured ear affect you tonight in your match with Chris Cyrus & The Gambler?

James: I LIKE POTATO SALAD, BUT I'D MUCH RATHER HAVE COLE SLAW!

Jack: Well, i hope your ear gets better, good luck tonight.

James: WHAT?!

Jack: I said good luck.

James: YEAH, YOU AND NOAH SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME, HE LIKES BASEBALL JUST LIKE YOU!

We cut to the next match.

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.

Adam: Making his way to the ring first, from Bismark, North Dakota, weighing in at 270 pounds, “The Loose Cannon” Rico Casteel!

Nailz: We got our first look at Casteel last week when he utterly destroyed The Crimson Ghost following a match!

Beckett: This is one powerful competitor here!

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 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.

Adam: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 180 pounds, Madok Mortalis!

Nailz: Madok is a former associate of APW's Pence Weatherlight. He's looking to make a name for himself here in IWC!

[color-limegreen]Beckett: Must you bring up APW?! I say F*** APW![/color]

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 flashes a look at Casteel. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Madok Mortalis vs. Rico Casteel

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The match begins as your classic big man versus little man match, with Casteel trying to back Madok into a corner, but anytime Casteel gets in close, Madok manages to squirm his way out of the predicament. After about a minute of cat and mouse, Casteel gets frustrated, and bull rushes, catching him with a Shoulder to the gut, and lifting Madok and carrying him into the corner! Casteel lays the beat down on Madok in the corner, pummeling him with lefts and rights before pulling Madok out of the corner to hit with a Stalling Brainbuster! The match continues to head in Casteel's favor, and he physically dominates Mortalis for several minutes, wearing him down with power moves until whipping him into the ropes! Madok ducks the attempted Clothesline, and springs off the opposite ropes, going for a Springboard Crossbody, but Casteel catches him midair, and goes for a Fallaway Slam! He launches Madok with such force that he sends him rolling out of the ring beneath the ropes! Casteel makes his way to the outside, but as he does, Madok reaches under the ring, grabbing an aluminum baseball bat, cracking it across the skull of Casteel as he reaches through the ropes! Casteel falls backwards and Madok slides back into the ring with the bat in hand, beating the tar out of Casteel before going for a cover, 1
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Casteel powers his way out of the pin, launching Madok in air!

Nailz: This match has been all Casteel so far, save for the ballbat shots from Madok!

Beckett: It's almost scary how powerful Casteel is! But to his credit, Madok's not giving up!

In the ring, Madok is back to his feet in a flash, and is right on Casteel, stomping him a few times as he tries to get back up. Madok runs to the ropes and catches Casteel in the face with a Short Dropkick! For the next few minutes in the match, Madok employs a quick hit-and-run attack on Casteel, with pin attempts thrown in often to try and sap more energy from the bigger man. It doesn't last, though, as Casteel eventually regains control of the match, and nails Madok with a series of brutal power moves. The end of the match comes as Casteel motions for Madok to get up, and as the smaller man does, Casteel goes for the Knockout Punch, but Madok sees it coming and rolls through beneath the punch, picking up the aluminum ball bat on his way up and swinging for the fences, nailing Casteel in the back of the head! Casteel falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and Madok leaps up to the top rope, jumping off to nail the Storm Breaker to the back of Casteel before turning him over and hooking both legs, 1
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Winner: Madok Mortalis[/center]

Adam: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall, Madok Mortalis!

“Shout2000” begins to play again as Madok raises up to a standing position, and the ref raises his arm in victory. Rico Casteel is still loopy on the mat, holding the back of his head in pain as Madok leaves the ring.

Nailz: Madok uses a well placed ballbat shot to pick up the win here tonight!

Beckett: This is why I love IWC! Anything goes, and that makes matches like this more even than they would be in a normal wrestling environment!

IWC takes a break in the stream to deliver another ad.

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IWC comes back from the internet ad, with Reginald Schmidt's music playing. The fans boo as the General Manager slowly enters the arena, his arm and face partially covered in gauze due to the burns he suffered two weeks ago. Despite the injuries, Reginald seems to be in very good spirits, ignoring the boos of the crowd as he gingerly steps into the ring.

Beckett: Here's our GM! He got his @$$ handed to him by our female competitors two weeks ago, but he keeps trucking!

Nailz: These fans certainly don't like Reginald, but they certainly enjoy the shows he puts together!

Stenfelder hands Reginald the mic, and the GM waves to the crowd as they continue to boo him.

Reginald: Now I know that all of you are booing the fact that I got some rather big boo-boos on our last show, but despite the severe pain I've been in these past couple of weeks, I still got to say that the Thanksgiving Match was a rousing success! In fact, it's given me some ideas for our upcoming Supershow, Massacre on 34th Street, which will be here live on Sunday, December 19th!

The fans cheer this announcement, although Reginald believes the cheers are for him. He smiles huge, and continues to speak.

Reginald: Massacre on 34th Street promises to be a historic show, and not just because it's our first Supershow, but also because we will crown two champions on that night! First off, we'll crown our first IWC Suicide Champion in a Four Way Ladder Match for the belt! Now the Suicide Championship is just that, the title for the craziest sons, and daughters, of guns in this business, who will do absolutely anything and everything to win a match! It's for the people who quite frankly don't give a darn about their own well being!

The fans go crazy at this announcement, chanting “Who's in the match!? Who's in the match?!”

Reginald: The participants of this match up will be determined following tonight's show! Also, we will crown the top dog of IWC, the Insane Champion! Throughout the night, we will hold qualifying matches, each with a different gimmick. The winners of these matches will face off in an Extreme Four Way Dance, where the last person standing will leave the first ever IWC Insane Champion! In the qualifying matches, we'll see Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti face off against “The Libertine” Delilah in a 2-out-of-3 Falls Lucha Match! Chris Cyrus versus Jason Royce in the Fans Bring the Weapons Match will also be a qualifier! And The Gambler will go one-on-one with Trevor Blackwell in a Wild Card Match, where the Stipulation to win the match will change every five minutes! The longer the match goes, the more extreme the winning conditions will become! And finally, every other member of the IWC roster will be entered into an Extreme Battle Royale, where the winner will qualify for the Main Event! Sunday, December 19 promises to be a huge, huge night for IWC, and I sincerely hope all of you will be able to join us!

Reginald Schmidt's music begins to play again as he hams it up for a crowd a bit, before slowly exiting the ring, obviously in pain.

Nailz: My gosh! What a series of announcements by Reginald Schmidt here tonight! Massacre on 34th Street looks to be an epic first Supershow for IWC!

Beckett: Reginald must be some sort of idiot savant to be able to come up with a card like that!

cold crappy coffee and a dried out cheese platter.

"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
(shaking his head in disgust)

What's the matter? Nobody felt like splurging on the Cheese Whiz? What was I thinking when I signed that contract?

(turning his attention to the camera crew)

It's time I brought a little bit of class to the IWC. What kind of world do we live in where when we can find garbage matches acceptable? What kind of world are we living in when we find all this excessive violence to be entertaining? To even put on shows in a cess pool, such as this filthy, rat infest dump disgusts me to no end.

Maybe it's a good thing that I joined IWC. With me as the premier Superstar of the IWC, I might be able to bring the standards up enough where people might want to buy the merchandising. We might actually attract people who can afford the crappy merchandising, as opposed to the in-bred, trailer park trash. I'm pretty sure most of the viewing audience is related to each other. Second cousins, brother, sister, mother. Doesn't matter. They probably all do sick & disturbing things with each other. Stuff that no decent person, such as myself, will ever bring up.

Much of our own audience has to steal cable just to watch IWC in their trailer parks. Did I mention that the IWC shirts are $2.75 for four shirts? Sold exclusively at your friendly flea markets near you.

Personally, I wouldn't use the shirts as a snot rag, but that's beyond the point. IWC needs a touch of class. I'm the man to bring the IWC standards up, so even hobos can show up without fearing for their lives.

I'm "Superstar" Bobby Bodacious. Not only am I the best at what I do, but I look good doing it.

Bodacious walks away with a look of disgust on his face. IWC cuts to another ad.

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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: Making her way to the ring first, from the City of Angels, weighing in at 132 pounds, “The Libertine” Delilah!

Nailz: You know, I think Delilah may have been the only competitor in the Thanksgiving Tag Match who actually enjoyed dressing up for that match!

Beckett: If there's one thing Delilah likes, it's clothes! But don't mistake her for a girly girl in that ring!

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 ring gear and stretching in her corner, readying herself for the match ahead.

The pounding of A Perfect Circle hits the arena with all the intensity of a war drum as pyrotechnics spit fire upwards at the entrance. Emerging from the flames is the spit fire beauty herself, barely dressed and barely sane.

Adam: And her opponent, from New York, New York, “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell!

Beckett: “The Hardcore Princess” gets her first taste of action in the new IWC here tonight! I can't wait!

Nailz: The Blackwells have a reputation for the hardcore, and Kristina will no doubt live up to those expectations here tonight!

Her strut down the aisle is interrupted as she ran her hands across screaming adolescent boys and slobbering middle aged men. When she finally slides into the ring she throws her hands up and laughs with excitement. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell vs. “The Libertine” Delilah

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The match gets started in a flurry, and it doesn't take long for it to devolve into an all out hardcore affair! Both women show their aptitude for Hardcore brawling on the outside. As Delilah is propped up against the barricade, Blackwell reaches beneath the ring and pulls out a duffel bag full of hardcore goodies, pulling out a street sign before tossing the back into the ring! She takes a swing at Delilah, but “The Libertine” dodges, causing Kristina to knock the sign into the barricade! Kristina drops the sign as her hands sting, giving Delilah the opportunity to grab a hold of Blackwell's arm and deliver the Divorce Court! She then rolls Blackwell back into the ring, and begins to work her with submission moves, trying to wear her down!

Nailz: This is very smart of Delilah to try and slow this match down! She can wrestle the quick pace that Kristina is used to, but a more technical match takes “The Hardcore Princess” out of her element!

Beckett: Who cares about the pace of this match, I want to see a wardrobe malfunction!

Nailz: You're worse than Reginald Schmidt!

As Delilah has Blackwell tied up in the Gates of Sin, Kristina counters by biting Delilah's thigh as hard as she can! Delilah releases the hold, and Kristina rolls back to create some distance, following up by pulling a golf club out of the duffel bag! She tees up on Delilah's face, taking “The Libertine” down! The match continues to be a hardcore mess, with the finish coming with Blackwell setting a STOP sign beneath Delilah's head, and placing a chair on her face, before Blackwell climbs to the top rope. As she leaps off for a Bittersweet Catastrophe, Delilah rolls out of the way, causing Kristina to crash into the sign and chair chest first! Delilah is quick to pull Kristina up and hit the Mallrat Genocide, pinning “The Hardcore Princess,” 1
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Winner: “The Libertine” Delilah[/center]

Adam: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Libertine” Delilah!

Beckett: Darnit! I was rooting for Blackwell!

Nailz: You would! Still, what a brutal match between these women here tonight! If the Thanksgiving Match wasn't proof enough that you can't treat the women here in IWC like women in other feds, this match here tonight should set you straight!

Blood and sweat run down the face of Delilah as the ref raises her arm in victory. She looks down at Blackwell, with a slightly bewildered look on her face. She then turns back and appeals to the fans before heading back up the aisle.

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The IWC feed comes back with the three competitors for the next match already in the ring.

Adam: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall! To my immediate right, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 237 pounds, The Gambler!

The fans boo as The Gambler gives a polite nod to his opponents.

Adam: And his opponents, first, to my far right, from Gadsen, Alabama, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers!

Chambers waves to the crowd, who cheer with approval.

Adam: And their opponent, to my left, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris Cyrus!

The crowd boos loudly for the anti-hardcore competitor, who just smirks. The three competitors look ready to go, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”Judo Jimmy” James Chambers vs. The Gambler vs. Chris Cyrus

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Nailz: Remember, folks, coming into this match, all three of these men are undefeated so far in IWC, but after the end of this match, only one will remain undefeated!

The match starts with the normal triple threat posturing, with all three men looking towards one another, nobody willing to make the first move. Eventually, Cyrus and The Gambler team up to take Jimmy out of the ring, and then focus on wrestling one another. The two proceed to partake in a very technically sound match, with whoever has the advantage disengaging to knock Jimmy off the apron whenever he tries to re-enter the ring. Eventually, The Gambler takes Cyrus down to the mat with a Dueces Wild Cradle Piledriver, and goes for a cover, 1
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Jimmy breaks the count! Jimmy then grabs The Gambler by the head and waist, and tosses him through the ropes to the floor!

Beckett: You have to have eyes in the back of your head in these kind of matches!

From here, Jimmy proceeds to have his way with Cyrus, tossing him all about the ring with various Judo moves, before lifting Cyrus up in position for a Gorilla Press Slam! As he has Cyrus hoisted up, The Gambler makes his way back into the ring and nails Jimmy with The Hustle, knocking Jimmy back, and causing him to drop Cyrus to the mat! The Gambler then pulls Jimmy in for the Roll of the Dice (Canadian Destroyer), drilling his head into the mat! The Gambler then goes to pull Cyrus up, but gets a shot to the gut for his troubles, allowing Cyrus to hook him in position for a Straight to Hell! Cyrus pins him, while Jimmy is still loopy 1
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Winner: Chris Cyrus[/center]

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

Nailz: Cyrus takes advantage, finds his spot, and wins this triple threat match to remain undefeated!

Beckett: These fans are pissed that the anti-hardcore avenger is one of the few competitors still undefeated here in IWC! He's making a huge statement before going into his Fans Bring the Weapons match with Jason Royce at Massacre on 34th Street!

The fans boo loudly as the ref raises Cyrus' arm in victory. “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious is out to help The Gambler to the back, while Jimmy rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, while Cyrus continues to gloat in the ring.

The scene opens up backstage on Madok Mortalis with Jack Spade, who looks rather impressed at how easily Madok has aquired two women from the audience. Blonds to be exact and they both look rather excited to be anywhere near Madok. Jack puts the microphone to his lips as he begins to speak.

Jack Spade: Here I am with Madok Mortalis, tonight you had an impressive victory over Rico Casteel. How does it feel winning against some one like him?

Madok takes the microphone from Jack who clearly looks surprised. Madok brings the microphone to his lips and then begins to reply.

Madok: I feel fucking horrible. It was like punching a baby to steal his lollipop out there and I for one...didn't want to do it, but it was something that had to be done. I had to teach that cranky child a lesson and I did exactly that. Now I know you have a lot of questions, but right now...I'm not interested in answering them. After all... I have two exquisite young ladies next to me and little to no time to answer questions about this match that no one is going to remember. Hell I've almost already forgot about it...it could be that the match sucked that much or maybe it is the alcohol that I have been chugging since my victory.

Jack takes the microphone away from Madok, who gives him a glare as he begins to speak again.

Jack: Please allow me one more question?

Madok sighs and then rolls his eyes.

Madok: Alright, but make it quick.

Jack: The current situation that is escalating between the Blackwells has really put your arrival on the back-burner and your huge victory tonight may not eclipse what is to come...

Madok takes the microphone back mid-sentence and then replies rather quickly.

Madok: Listen...I know these fans love Trevor and all, but he is a dick...hands down, there is no one in this business...save myself...who is more of a dick than him. And you know what? This tension between the Blackwells doesn't fucking bother me one God damn bit, because I don't care. I hate Damian. That little pixie with his fucked up, five dollar hair cut can't quite possibly be any more annoying. And Trevor... oh my God don't even get me started on that faggot. Him and his long fucking hair and attitude. Oh how I would love to just beat the living hell out of him till he cries for his momma. As a matter of fact, I want him next Asylum. I want to crush Trevor Blackwell next Asylum and if Reggie doesn't make that happen... then I'm going to be disappointed. So to all of those Blackwell fags out there, all I have to say is, two words....fuck off.

Madok flicks Jack off as the ladies laugh as IWC goes to another break.

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Asylum comes back to a view of Arcadia preparing her for her match. She gingerly stretches as there's a knock on the women's locker room door.

Arcadia: Come in.

Reginald Schmidt comes in dressed like Santa Clause, complete with a fake beard and an enlarged gut. Arcadia looks at him with a look of "You gotta be kidding me."

Reginald: HO! HO! HO! Arcadia, how did you like the gift Santa gave you for Massacre on 34th Street?! Pretty cool, huh?

Arcadia: If you think that makes up for the embarrassment of a match you booked with the Thanksgiving Match a couple of weeks ago, you're mistaken.

Reginald takes a seat on the bench near Arcadia. He has a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face as he continues to speak.

Reginald: Well if that's not good enough, why don't you come sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, HO! HO! HO!

Reggie pats his knee a couple of times, trying to persuade Arcadia to take a seat. Arcadia just rolls her eyes and exits the dressing room, leaving Reginald just sitting there, dumbfounded. As he sits there, Delilah comes out from the shower room wrapped in a towel, and Reginald turns around, noticing her.

Reginald: Do you want to sit on Santa's lap?

Delilah: Hell no. Get out of here before I kick you out myself!

Reginald: (snorting as he speaks) Somebody's being a very naughty girl! Fine then, I'll leave!

Reginald leaves the locker room as the camera cuts back out ringside.

"Young Cardinals" starts off with two sets of strobe lights illuminating the entrance way, an explosive burst of pyro sprays up right in the entrance briefly while Harry walks out through it, he continues down the aisle looking around at the crowd nearest to him, he smirks at them whilst picking up the pace.

Adam: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from London, England, weighing in at 220 pounds, “The Spitfire” Harry Durden!

All of a sudden, Jason Royce rushes in from behind Durden with a metal toaster in hand, cracking it across the back of Durden's skull! Durden falls chest first into the apron, while Royce continues to use the toaster again and again to the back of Durden's head, drawing blood! The fans boo Royce loudly, but the boos turn to cheers as Branden Harvey comes rushing down the aisle, yanking the toaster from Royce's hands and thwacking him right on the forehead with said weapon! As Royce is dazed, Harvey rolls him into the ring, and slides in himself, prompting the ref to call for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”Supersonic” Branden Harvey vs. Jason Royce vs. Harry Durden

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Nailz: What a wild start to this triple threat match!

Beckett: I say it's smart of Royce to try and take out Durden before the match! One less guy to worry about in the ring!

Harvey pulls Royce up to his feet and shoots him towards the ropes, hitting him with a Jumping Spin Kick on the rebound, taking Royce down to the mat! Harvey and Royce proceed to have a quick paced match, with lots of high flying moves and quick counters, while Durden lays out on the arena floor. In the ring, “The Iceman” Jason Royce hoists Branden up, hitting a brutal Backbreaker! He then applies a Bow and Arrow Lock, trying to ground Harvey. Harvey screams in pain as Royce has the hold locked in.

Beckett: A move like this wouldn't be possible if Royce hadn't removed Durden from the equation at the beginning of the match!

Nailz: Royce's mean streak is serving him well tonight.

Royce eventually releases the hold, and heads out of the ring to rummage beneath it, pulling out a table. He slides it into the ring, and as he tries to enter the ring, Harvey pops up and runs over, nailing him in the face with a Double Front Foot Dropkick, sending Royce crashing down to the floor! Harvey then grabs a hold of the top rope, flipping over and catching Royce with a Hurricarana as he gets to his feet! Harvey then rolls Royce back into the ring, sliding in himself. He then goes down to pull Royce back up, but gets a Thumb to the Eyes for his troubles! Royce then gives Harvey a hard Clothesline, sending him over the ropes to the floor! Royce then goes over to the table, and props it up in the corner. As he does so, Durden comes to on the outside, and enters the ring! As Royce turns around to go fetch Harvey, he's greeted by a series of stiff kicks to the calf from Durden before kicking Royce right in the gut turning him around before T-Bone Suplexing him back first into the table! As Durden pops back up, Harvey's back in the ring to give him a Running Flying Knee to the temple, sending him back to the mat! Harvey kicks Royce beneath the ropes to the outside of the ring before mounting the top turnbuckle and leaping off, nailing Durden with the Sonic Boom, pinning him, 1
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Winner: “Supersonic” Branden Harvey[/center]

Adam: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Branden Harvey!

Harvey jumps up and down in the ring excitedly as he celebrates his first victory in IWC. Royce slams his fist on the apron in frustration as the ref raises Harvey's arm in victory!

Nailz: Courageous effort from Durden, and smart plan by Royce initially, but in the end, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey gets the win!

Beckett: Royce's plan almost worked to perfection, but he didn't keep Durden down long enough to see it through!

[reginald]

*IWC Sunday Night Asylum returns from the last web ad of the night to show a packed out IWC Arena… sure packed out is really like, three or four hundred people… but its still packed out with rabid, bloodthirsty fans. The tension in the building can be cut with a knife… The IWC Faithful know they’re about to witness something special here.*

Nailz: Welcome back to IWC Asylum… we’re getting ready for the Main Event… this match has been building since last week’s 100th APW Overdrive when The Blackwells joined up with APW’s Red Shield Mafia to nearly kill Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti for nothing more than Trevor Blackwell’s twisted amusement, it seems…

Beckett: Well… That’s Trevor Blackwell… love him or hate him, he is one brutal, rage filled son of a bitch… he is a hero to the bloodthirsty and he truly loves what it is that he does. I hope Arcadia is ready for this tonight…

*Just then, 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". IWC Ring Announcer, Adam Steinfelder echoes from center ring.*

Steinfelder: Ladies and Gentlemen… It is now time for our Main Event… Currently on her way down to the ring… weighing in at 127 lbs… from Brooklyn, New York… She is The Hardcora Luchadora… Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti!!!

*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 flair. She looks at the crowd, shrugs lightly and brushes some invisible speck of dirt off of her shoulder.*

Nailz: She sure as hell looks ready to me… this woman’s recuperative powers are unreal… she shouldn’t even be standing after that attempted murder that The Blackwells and The Red Shield Mafia subjected her to… And did you see the beating that she gave Trevor Blackwell just a few hours ago in that stairwell?!

Beckett: I saw it… this Luchadora is worthy of calling herself an IWC Misfit, that’s for sure… but I don’t know if taking it to Trevor Blackwell like that and giving him a dose of his own medicine was really the wisest idea… sure it must’ve been satisfying but…

*While Arcadia’s music is still playing in the arena, the big screen is taken over by the pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys. A female voice is heard from off camera, screaming frantically.*

Female Voice: MR BLACKWELL!!! MR BLACKWELL!!! IF YOU’LL JUST SIT DOWN FOR ONE MORE MOMENT, WE’RE ALMOST DONE AND—MR BLACKWELL!!!

*The Excellence of Extreme, “The Paragon of Hardcore” storms into the camera shot with his red and black duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his Singapore Cane clutched in his hand. His nose is heavily bandaged and still slightly bleeding. Unfastened sutures and untied stitches flap from an open wound in the man’s forehead, still bleeding and gory… blood starting to trickle down his face as he wipes it away furiously with the back of his heavily taped right wrist… his hands covered in black tape as well. Trevor Blackwell storms down the hallway toward the entrance curtain, his ice blue eyes already flashing with rage. “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri tries to step into his way, Trevor’s little sister “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell standing just behind him but out of her older brother’s way.*

Damian: Calm down, Trevor. You have a match. You have to approach this level headedly. Don’t let Arcadia rattle you…

*The Paragon of Hardcore turns on his protégé and slams him into a concrete wall.*

Trevor: DON’T LET HER RATTLE YOU??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???

*Damian looks away, blood and spittle flying in his face from his mentor’s split lip and broken nose. But The Hardcore Icon grabs The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw by the chin roughly and turns his face towards him.*

Trevor: FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!! SHE BROKE MY NOSE, TOSSED ME DOWN A STORY’S WORTH OF STAIRS AND TRIED TO BASH MY FUCKING SKULL IN WITH A FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THAT BITCH!!!

*”The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell steps up beside him with a sweet smile. Trevor seems to compose himself for a split second… at least enough to stop screaming... as he turns to his little sister.*

Trevor: Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!

*Kristina Blackwell’s smile never falters even in the face of such barely harnessed rage.*

Kristina: Out to the ring with you of course…

*The Excellence of Extreme turns his back on both of his family, heading through the entrance curtain, not leaving any room for argument as he calls back.*

Trevor: No! Tonight I decimate Damian’s little Lucha Girlfriend… and I do this one alone. May The Gods Have Mercy On Her Soul…

*The pirated video feed starts to fade out as “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri and “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell stand side by side, watching Trevor head to the ring.*

Damian: That man is insane…

Kristina: That’s my brother…

*The scene fades out and back into the IWC Arena as Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti hops down from the turnbuckle and takes a spot center ring by Adam Steinfelder to await what will most likely be the battle of her young life.

Just then, "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera assaults the loudspeakers as the lights go down and blue and white strobe lights illuminate the stage. Everybody's Hero, The Excellence of Extreme, "The Paragon of Hardcore" Trevor Blackwell appears, his Singapore Cane clutched in his hand, his arms outstretched in the Trademark Blackwell Crucifix Pose, the crowd exploding to a deafening roar as the red and blue strobes spread out across the arena.*

Steinfelder: And her opponent… weighing in at 293 lbs… from Long Island, New York… The Excellence of Extreme… “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell!!!

*But that’s the end of Trevor Blackwell’s posing for his fan… bloody and bandaged before the match even starts, The Hometown Hero actually ignores the screaming fans that rush the guardrails in an attempt to touch him and give him endorsement… He storms straight for the ring and tosses his duffel bag into the ring. Trevor slides in after it and glares a hole into the eyes behind the mask of Arcadia as he pushes his red and black duffel into a corner under the bottom rope.*

Nailz: Blackwell wasting no time with posing or playing to the fans… he seems to be rather driven and focused tonight…

Beckett: This is what I’m talking about… Did you hear that backstage conversation? Trevor Blackwell is PISSED and I’m not sure if Arcadia is going to survive this tonight…

*Trevor Blackwell walks past the seemingly unfazed Arcadia, heading for a turnbuckle to strike his trademark Blackwell Family Crucifix Pose for his adoring, bloodthirsty fans… but just as he steps past her… just as he’s at Katrina’s back… before she even has a chance to turn and react to the assault that her instincts tell her is coming, The Paragon of Hardcore turns on his heel and just BLASTS Arcadia in the back of the head with his Singapore Cane as the bell rings.

Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti vs. "The Paragon of Hardcore" Trevor Blackwell

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Ms Olivetti stumbles forward from the impact of the blow and Trevor Blackwell dives for the girl’s knees, Chopblocking her from behind and bringing her down hard. But with a roar of rage, The Excellence of Extreme is back on his feet… raining his Size 16 boot down on the back of her head and neck and right elbow and small of her back and left knee with vicious stomps.*

Beckett: Poor Katrina… she brought this on herself…

Nailz: Man… you really are a mark, aren’t you? Do you know this girl? Did you see what she did to him? If you think she’s even close to being beaten, you’re crazier than Trevor is…

*Trevor Blackwell doesn’t believe she’s even close to being done yet either. His own rage has caused blood to trickle down from his bandaged, broken nose and into his mouth as he tosses his Singapore Cane aside for now, slides out of the ring and grabs a Steel Chair. The Career Killer slides back in to chants of “FUCK ‘EM UP TREVOR, FUCK ‘EM UP!!!”. But the moment get gets to his feet, Katrina explodes to hers and sends the Steel Chair he was going to use to bash her brains in back into his face with a beautiful Dropkick. Trevor bounces back into the ropes and The Hardcora Luchadora jumps past him, planting her feet on the top rope, redirecting herself and hooking Blackwell’s head as she springboards, bringing him crashing down face first into the Steel Chair with a Bulldog that makes the fans cheer wildly.*

Nailz: Weren’t they just chanting for Trevor a moment ago???

Beckett: This is IWC… this crowd loves brutality… they’ll cheer for whoever will give it to them, honestly…

*Very smartly, Katrina Olivetti goes for the quick cover as she rolls Trevor onto his back, leaving the bloody crisscross of bandages from his mangled nose plastered to the chair with his gore. 1… 2… NO! Its not like Arcadia actually expected that to finish him… but you can’t blame a girl for trying…

Not really sure what to do next, Katrina steps out to the ring apron and decides to go with the Signature Move that gave her so much success earlier in the stairwell. The moment Trevor gets to his feet, she’s ready to springboard off to the Corkscrew Dragonrana that she calls The Dragoon but the wily Hardcore Veteran had this move scouted. Always aware of his ringpositioning, he grabbed his previously discarded Singapore Cane on his way back to his feet. The moment The Hardcora Luchadora soars off the ropes towards his head, The King of Hardcore swings for the fences, badly bruising the 127 lb girl’s ribs as he swats her out of the air with his bent and damaged weapon. She hits the ground and Blackwell puts a hand to the side of his nose, shooting some blood out of his nose like a snot rocket into Arcadia’s blonde hair.*

Nailz: Trevor Blackwell is disgusting!

Beckett: Trevor Blackwell is fucking Hardcore! His nose is broken! Do you know how much that must have hurt?!

*Actually, former IWC Owner, Steve Beckett has no idea… but Trevor Blackwell does… his head swims for a moment as his face seems to explode in pain. He looks down at the two Katrina Olivettis starting to get up from the mat and blinks his eyes. The twin Steel Chairs merge back into one as he picks up the chair, turns that sonofabitch sideways, and brings the edge of it down on the back of The Hardcora Luchadora’s neck like he’s trying to decapitate her. But he doesn’t go for the pin or continue the attack. That was really just to buy him some extra time. The Paragon of Hardcore staggers kinda drunkenly over to his red and black duffel bag in the corner. He unzips the tote and reaches in to produce a coiled length of Barbed Wire which he raises above his head to the delight of the warmongering IWC Faithful. They break into a chant of “TREVOR’S GONNA KILL YOU!!! TREVOR’S GONNA KILL YOU!!!” as The Career Killer approaches the possibly injured Arcadia with a wide smile that shows off reddish, blood stained teeth. The Hardcore Icon straddles Katrina… and not in the kind of way that Damian Dimitri would enjoy… and brings all of his 293 lbs down on the 127 lb woman’s back as he just plops his head down. The Hardcora Luchadora rears her head back in pain and Trevor Blackwell sadistically wraps the length of Barbed Wire around her bare throat. He yanks back in an obscenely bloody version of a Camel Clutch as Katrina Olivetti tries to scream but just sputters out pink spittle.*

Nailz: HOLY SHIT! Trevor Blackwell is literally trying to cut Arcadia’s fucking head off! Where the fuck is security?! This isn’t wrestling! This needs to be stopped!

Beckett: I have to admit… this goes beyond being IWC… this is kinda difficult to watch…

*Out of desperation and sheer survival instinct, The Hardcora Luchadora rides the momentum of the IWC Faithful as they chant her name and brings the back of her head up HARD into Trevor Blackwell’s already mutilated nose. He lets go of the Barbed Wire and staggers up to his feet, howling in pain… Katrina Olivetti goes into a forward role away from her assailant and gingerly pulls the Barbed Wire necklace off over her head as blood runs down her punctured throat in rivulets. As The Paragon of Hardcore holds his crimson face… blood gushing from both his nose and forehead now… Arcadia puts her own body on the line as she uncoils the Barbed Wire and wraps it around her own bare forearm… She runs the ropes behind her for momentum and takes to the air with a Jumping Corkscrew Lariat that actually makes the small metal hooks catch on Trevor Blackwell’s gaping wounds and stick there like a mask from SAW.*

Nailz: GRAND THEFT AUTO!!! Arcadia is fucking insane!!!

Beckett: That’s fucking Hardcore…

*Katrina gently pulls her bloody bare arm from her Barbed Wire sleeve and makes the cover. 1… 2… NO! Trevor Blackwell still kicks out! Player One can’t believe it! She slides out of the ring and goes under the ring apron as The Excellence of Extreme rolls to his hands and knees and tries desperately to pull the deadly Barbed Wire out of the gory mess that was once his face. Katrina returns to the ring with a table and sets it up by the turnbuckle as she grabs Trevor Blackwell by his hair and yanks him to his feet. But The Career Killer flattens himself to the mat… the blood making it difficult for Arcadia to keep her grip… and wraps his legs around the Luchadora’s ankles, bringing her down throat first on the middle rope with a Drop Toehold. Player One lays there for a moment, trying to shake off the dizziness as Trevor Blackwell grabs the Steel Chair from earlier… his bandages still glued to the weapon with his own vitae. He runs the ropes and sprints towards Arcadia, putting the chair in front of his bandaged arm and driving the steel weapon into the back of her head with an Elbowdrop. The CRACK from the steel hitting Player One’s skull echoes across the small arena and elicits a “HOLY SHIT!!!” chant from the IWC Faithful. Happy that Arcadia is at least down for now… The Paragon of Hardcore returns to his duffel bag and starts rummaging around in it.*

Nailz: What the hell is Trevor getting now?!

Beckett: Some sort of medieval torture device?!

*No… instead Trevor produces a much smaller bag from the larger duffel. The crowd explodes as anyone who’s watched Hardcore Wrestling knows what this is. The Excellence of Extreme approaches the table Arcadia set up and just covers the entire space of exposed wood with small, glittering, steel thumbtacks! He turns to Player One who seems nearly unconscious… wiping blood from his eyes so he can see… and lifts her past her feet, effortlessly putting her 127 lbs up on his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position.*

Nailz: No… no… Not this…

*The Paragon of Hardcore backs towards the turnbuckle and hops up to sit on the top rope. With The Hardcora Luchadora balanced on his shoulders, Trevor Blackwell strikes one more Crucifix Pose and takes to the air, spinning the hapless high flyer around for a beautifully executed Full Throttle… But NO! Player One swings her momentum all the way around and just DRILLS The Paragon of Hardcore through the thumbtack covered table with a Tornado DDT!. The crowd starts to chant her name as Arcadia gets back to her feet, her upper arms covered in glittering steel sticking through her skin… her throat leaking blood from various puncture wounds. She brushes off her shoulder, scales the top rope, faces the crowd, and flies like an eagle… throwing her body into a 630 degree Shooting Star Press.*

Nailz: STAR POWER!!!

*But The Paragon of Hardcore lifts his knees and Player One comes crashing down… losing all of her wind and most of her consciousness. The Career Killer explodes back to his feet like a man possessed and hooks Katrina’s head under his arm as well as cinching up her leg before launching his body into a spin and nearly killing Player One as he drives her head into the destroyed, thumbtack covered table.*

Beckett: MOSS COVERED, THREE HANDLED, BLACKWELL FAMILY GRUDENZA!!!

*Trevor hooks her leg amongst all the debris but it isn’t really necessary. 1… 2… 3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The Paragon of Hardcore" Trevor Blackwell!

Trevor's music hits the speakers as he stands to his feet and wipes the blood from his face, staring down at Arcadia with a look of almost begrudging respect. The ref raises his arm in victory as the fans give a mixed reaction, some cheering for Blackwell, but more booing the fact that Arcadia lost.

Nailz: What a brutal contest we saw here between Trevor Blackwell and Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti here tonight! Arcadia took it to Trevor, but one well timed counter from "The Paragon of Hardcore" led him to victory here tonight!

Beckett: We saw a very game Arcadia out there in the ring tonight! But Blackwell knows how to use this kind of environment to his advantage! This one could have gone either way!

Nailz: Well folks, that's all the time we have for tonight from the IWC arena! Be sure to join us on Sunday, December 19th for Massacre on 34th Street! Don't miss it!

The webcast fades to black with Blackwell still standing tall in the ring.