IIW Monday Night Mayhem opens up to thousands of screaming fans packed into the arena screaming at the top of their lungs as pyro erupts from the entrance stage.
Scott James: Welcome all to IIW Monday Night Mayhem! We’re back live after an INTENSE Red Alert pay-per-view!
Mike Fisher: We saw new Tag Champs! We saw a new International Champ! And we THOUGHT we were going to see a unified WORLD champ but..
Another burst of pyro blasts, startling Fisher mid-sentence. “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath hits the speakers and the crowd launches into mixed cheers and boos.
Mike Fisher: Jesus, that was loud… As I was saying, we were about to crown a UNIFIED World Champion and then Max Stone came out and completely screwed both Crush AND John Cavanagh.
Scott James: People are certainly upset by this controversial ending to the Red Alert show and Stone has declared he will explain himself here tonight.
Stone emerges from the curtain with a huge smile on his face and begins walking down to the ring.
Alice Goldier: From LOS ANGELES, CALLLLLIFORNIAAAAAA. Weighing in at 252 pounds…. MAXWELLL MASSSSONNNNNNN STONEEEE!!!!
Mike Fisher: He thinks he should be the champion and I don’t think I’ll disagree with him. If I do, I definitely won’t say it out loud…
Alice Goldier: In the ring, from PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISSSLANNNNNNDDD…. Weighing in at 250 pounds…. RYAN MCCANNNNNNN!!!!
Scott James: If I were Stone, I'd be watching my back. If I know the World and Global champions like I do, I'd have to assume they both now share a common enemy.
Stone hops into the ring, staring down Ryan McCann. The ref does a quick check on each competitor and rings the bell.
DING DING DING
McCann and Stone lock up. They step around the ring before Stone shoves McCann off of him, flying backward into the ropes. Stone unleashes punches then whips McCann across the ring. On the comeback, Stone hits a big spinebuster on McCann.
Scott James: The former UK Champ looking strong out the gate here!
Stone goes for the cover and the referee gets into position.
1….
2….
Mike Fisher: Stone broke the count on his own. I think he's got plenty more where that came from.
Stone grabs a handful of McCann hair and brings him to his feet before bringing him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Stone jumps back up and stalks McCann as he crawls to the ropes to slowly bring himself back to his feet. Stone gets ready to strike and lunges towards McCann but McCann counters with a drop toe hold and sends Stone into the ropes face first.
Scott James: Signs of life from Ryan McCann!
Mike Fisher: Hey, McCann is a pro with plenty of experience. It would be foolish to count him out just yet.
Stone stumbles around the ring and McCann charges him but Stone is able to counter with a power slam. Cover.
1….
2…..
McCann kicks out of the pin attempt and Stone laughs. Max gets up and waits for McCann to join him upright. McCann tries to hit Stone with a lariat but he ducks. As McCann turns back around, Stone knees him in the gut and gets him into a powerbomb position. He flips McCann backwards through the air and sends him crashing into the mat with the…
Mike Fisher: MOMENTA AXIS!! One! Two! Three!
Alice Goldier: The winner of the match…. MAXWELLLLL MASSSSSONNNN STONNNNEEE!!!
Max rudley snatches the microphone from Alice.
MMS: Another walk in the park for Maxwell Mason Stone. Next time come heavy or don't come at all. Let that be a lesson to everyone there in the back who think they can compete on my level.
The crowd reacts with a mixture of cheering and booing.
MMS: When you're the top dog in a promotion, everyone has their crosshairs set on you. You're the example. You're the leader. For the better part of a year I watched John Cavanagh hold that position and you bet your ass I had visioned snatching that belt off of you. I came back to do what I should have done a year ago.
The crowd starts to murmur and it breaks Max's concentration.
MMS: … and I wasn't going to stand idly by and watch a guy like CRUSH take what's going to be mine.
The crowd cheers at the mention of the IIW Global Champion.
MMS: I'm sorry it had to be that way but everyone here knows that Crush has meddled with the laws of nature when he accepted that match with John Cavanagh and…
The crowd erupts and out of NOWHERE like a flash of lightning “The King of Extreme” sends Max FLYING out of his boots with a BONE CRUSHER.
Mike Fisher: OUT OF NOWHERE! THE KING OF EXTREME IS HERE AND HE'S PISSED OFF!
Crush pummels Stone with left and rights, yelling with rage with each landing punch.
Scott James: Maxwell Mason Stone has awakened a demon and that demon's name is CRUSH!
Crush stands up and starts stomping on Stone. Crush then grabs the dropped microphone off the mat.
Crush: YOU HAD NO BUSINESS!!!
Crush stares down at Stone. Stone backs into the corner and smiles a sinister smile at the Global Champion.
Crush: YOU LIKE TO TALK? YOU WANNA TALK?
Crush lifts the microphone up and then runs towards Stone at DRILLS it right into his head, knocking him out cold with a loud THUD. Crush scowls at Max Stone and exits the ring.
Scott James: Mike, we've been watching Crush for a long time now and we know he's intense but I've never seen him this angry!
Mike Fisher: Max Stone robbed him of the World Championship! There, I said it out loud. I'd be angry too if it happened to me!
Crush walks up the ramp towards the backstage area and turns around to take a look back into the ring. Stone is regaining consciousness and notices the blood dripping from his forehead as the show cuts to commercial.
The crowd roars as Monsoon steps into view, making his way through the backstage area. He approaches a door marked "Casimir Laska" and knocks firmly. After a moment, the door opens, revealing Casimir Laska, who looks slightly surprised but quickly masks it with a cold, indifferent expression.
Coulter Monsoon: Casimir, we need to talk.
Casimir Laska: (narrowing his eyes) About what, Monsoon?
Coulter Monsoon: (extending his hand) About this. About us. I want to help you, Casimir. I see the struggle you're going through, and I don't want to give up on you.
Casimir stares at Monsoon's outstretched hand, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. For a brief moment, it seems like Monsoon's words might be reaching him. But then, Casimir's expression hardens.
Casimir Laska: (with a sneer) Help? I don't need your help, Monsoon.
Without warning, Casimir lashes out, delivering a vicious punch to Monsoon's jaw. Monsoon staggers back, but he doesn't fall. Instead, he straightens up and steps forward again, extending his hand once more.
Coulter Monsoon: (with resolve) I'm not giving up on you, Casimir.
Casimir's eyes flash with anger, and he drives a knee into Monsoon's midsection, doubling him over. Casimir grabs Monsoon by the hair and slams him into the nearby crates. Monsoon crumples to the ground, but after a few moments, he struggles back to his feet.
Casimir Laska: (snarling) Stay down, Monsoon!
But Monsoon, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead, refuses to stay down. He gets back up, albeit shakily, and once again extends his hand.
Coulter Monsoon: (breathing heavily) I'm here for you, Casimir. No matter what.
The crowd, watching this on the arena screen, starts chanting Monsoon's name, rallying behind his unyielding spirit. Casimir looks taken aback by the support Monsoon is receiving, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But his anger quickly overrides it.
Casimir Laska: (roaring) Enough!
Casimir delivers a series of brutal stomps to Monsoon, who is now on the ground. Each stomp is more vicious than the last, but Monsoon doesn't retaliate. He simply endures the punishment, his eyes never leaving Casimir's.
Finally, Casimir steps back, breathing heavily, a look of confusion and frustration on his face. Monsoon, battered and bruised, slowly pushes himself up once more. He stands unsteadily but resolutely, and for the final time, extends his hand.
Coulter Monsoon: (voice filled with determination) I won't give up on you, Casimir.
Casimir stares at Monsoon, his expression a tumultuous mix of rage and bewilderment. He seems on the verge of attacking again but stops, something in Monsoon's unwavering gaze giving him pause. He takes a step back, shaking his head as if to clear it, and then turns abruptly, storming off down the corridor.
The camera follows Casimir as he walks away, capturing the conflict on his face. Monsoon, despite his injuries, watches him go, his hand still extended. The segment ends with Monsoon standing tall, a symbol of relentless hope and resilience, as the crowd in the arena erupts in applause for his unbreakable spirit.
Non Title
Jack Me Hoff vs Trent Darby
The bell rings and it looks like they’re going to dive into a tie up but Trent lands an intentional kick to Jack Me Hoff’s midsection and begins to rain down on him with clubbing blows to the back of his head and neck, backing him into the corner to fire off with more flying fists and shots until Referee Duke Longbottom starts a five count that Trent adheres to but not until the count of four. Taking Jack Me Hoff by the hand, Trent throws him out of the corner into the ropes and picks him up on his return, holding him high in the air before dropping him to the mat with a Military press.
Trent drags Jack Me Hoff up to his feet and hits him with a hard uppercut before throwing him into the corner, looking to follow up only for Jack Me Hoff to stop him with an elbow to the side of the head. Trent staggers and Jack Me Hoff capitalises, hitting the ropes to the side of him and taking Trent down with a Lou Thesz press as he straightens up before firing off with a few right hands of his own. Trent pushes Jack Me Hoff off and scrambles up to his feet straight into an arm drag that sends him flying across the ring and scrambling into the turnbuckle for support, only for Jack Me Hoff to hit a Busaiku Knee Kick as he gets himself stable! Trent slumps into the corner and Jack Me Hoff drags him out of the corner by the foot then drops to the mat for the cover …
1 … Trent kicks out!
Trent rolls onto his stomach and Jack Me Hoff is quick to take advantage, grabbing Trent ’s leg and locking on an ankle lock. Trent desperately fights to try and get to the bottom rope, denying Jimmy Schultz’s requests for a tap out until he manages to roll over and kicks him off into the corner. Jack Me Hoff tries to go straight back to Trent , but Trent bursts to his feet and hits Jack Me Hoff with a stiff clothesline, knocking him down hard! Trent leaps onto him for the cover …
1 … 2 … Jack Me Hoff kicks out!
Trent grabs a fistful of hair and drags Jack Me Hoff up then slams his head into the turnbuckle before reeling off elbows to the side of his head from behind, prompting the ref to step in again. Showing no remorse, Trent backs away but is quick to attack as Jack Me Hoff steps out of the corner, catching him with another uppercut before throwing him into the ropes and catching him to finish with a fall-away slam!
Jack Me Hoff rolls across the ring to the ropes and uses them to support him as he stands up, a move that Trent uses as an opening and goes for a kick to the side of his head, but Jack Me Hoff straightens up out of the way, leaving Trent to straddle the middle rope! Trent backs away and Jack Me Hoff sees his opening, quickly knocking Trent through the ropes with a standing dropkick to his back before baseball sliding into him from the ring and sending him sprawling into the security barrier.
Jack Me Hoff pulls Trent up and rolls him into the ring then hops onto the apron and heads towards the top rope, only for Trent to shove the ref into the ropes and knock him down, Jack Me Hoff landing on the top turnbuckle! Trent climbs onto the bottom rope and starts to fire off more stiff shots to Jack Me Hoff’s head before he locks him into a front face lock and drags him down from the top rope to hit a DDT! Trent rolls Jack Me Hoff over …
1 … 2 … Jack Me Hoff kicks out!
Trent tries to pull Jack Me Hoff up, but Jack Me Hoff pulls him down into a small package …
1 … 2 … Trent kicks out!
Both men fight to make it to their feet in order to get the first strike in, but Jack Me Hoff wins the battle, throwing Trent into the ropes and planting him with a spinebuster that makes him writhe in pain on the mat. Feeling the support of the crowd, Jack Me Hoff lays in wait for Trent to make it to his feet before almost knocking him clean off his feet with a wind up punch to the side of the head! Jack Me Hoff makes a cover …
1 … 2 … Trent kicks out!
Trent is on dream street as he gets to his feet, but he turns around into Jack Me Hoff trying for The Star Spangled Stunner, only for Trent to catch his foot as he goes for the kick and knock him down with a hard clothesline! Trent quickly follows up with an elbow to the chest of Jack Me Hoff before he pulls him up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Trent looks for a clothesline that Jack Me Hoff ducks under and LOAD BLOWER!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Shaun Hart makes his way down to the ring, the crowd giving him a mixed reaction. He steps into the ring, raising a microphone to his lips as his music fades out.
Shaun Hart: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to IIW Mayhem! Now, I know you’re all dying to know what I have in this briefcase. Last week, we witnessed a shocking attack by none other than Max Stone. But what you don’t know is that I have some video footage that will shed some light on this situation and change the IIW world forever.
The crowd murmurs with excitement and curiosity.
Shaun Hart: But you know me, I like to keep things interesting. So, I’m going to make you wait. Throughout the night, I’ll be giving you clues, little hints about what’s on this tape. And then, at the end of the show, I’ll reveal the footage and all will be revealed.
Mike Fisher: (whispering to Scott) This guy sure knows how to keep people on the edge of their seats.
Scott James: Yeah, but he better deliver on this promise. The fans won’t be happy if he’s bluffing.
Shaun Hart: So stay tuned, folks. You’re not going to want to miss this. Tonight, the IIW landscape changes forever.
Shaun Hart drops the microphone and exits the ring, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The camera follows him as he makes his way back up the ramp, the briefcase clutched tightly in his hand.
Mike Fisher: Well, there you have it. Shaun Hart has promised some earth-shattering footage. What could it be? We’ll have to wait and see.
Scott James: I’ve got a feeling this is going to be one hell of a night. Stay tuned, folks. You won’t want to miss what’s coming next!
The camera cuts to a commercial break, the anticipation in the arena palpable as the fans eagerly await the promised revelation.
Liechenberg vs Adam Williams
Here we go! The bell has rung and the match begins with the two men going right for the holdup. Liechenberg pushes Adam Williams to a nearby turnbuckle for the advantage, unleashing a bunch of forearms and chops! But alas, it’s not too successful at this moment it seems, as Adam Williams turns that around and does forearm after forearm. Boom, boom, and boom. He quickly backs up… clothesline!
Liechenberg stumbles forward into Adam Williams clotheslining him once again. Liechenberg gets up again, ducks it and gets a right on Adam Williams. Punchfest time. It’s back and forth for a few moments.
Adam Williams gets the advantage with a big uppercut then a quick hit to Liechenberg’s gut and DDTs him. Adam Williams follows that with a few elbows for good measure. He watches Liechenberg get up and TWIST OF FA – no, Liechenberg turns that into a spiked DDT! D’oh. With that done, Liechenberg stomps Adam Williams a few times, then lifts Adam Williams up to his feet.
Liechenberg picks Adam Williams up for a suple – NO. Adam Williams counters by getting a side headlock on Liechenberg instead, quickly getting his feet on ropes and ta-da, tornado DDT! What a beauty! As Liechenberg gets up to his feet, DOUBLE STOMP! Liechenberg’s head bounces off the mat, as Adam Williams climbs to top of the turnbuckle.
But Liechenberg rolls himself out of the ring. But Adam Williams jumps off the turnbuckle and dives onto him! The crowd marks the heck out at this development, both men crashing onto the floor!
One. Two. Three.
The referee counts as Adam Williams gets up to his feet and throws Liechenberg into the ring. As Adam Williams hops onto the apron, Liechenberg grabs Adam Williams’s head and jumps down, Adam Williams’s neck crashing onto the top rope hard. Liechenberg takes a moment to collect his wiles, dragging Adam Williams to center of the ring and locks in the crossface.
But alas, that would not last too long. Adam Williams gets up to his feet, as Liechenberg transitions the crossface into the STF, still holding it in. Adam Williams falls backwards and boom. Adam Williams awaits Liechenberg to get up to his feet and CLOTHESLINE! And again, but this time… DROPKICK! He’s got the crowd on his side already, as he awaits Liechenberg to get up to his feet. Bouncing off the ropes, RUNNING BULLDO – NO. Liechenberg pushes him forward.
Adam Williams quickly gets up to his feet, however, but he is then met with a windmill kick! As Adam Williams gets up to his feet, HURRICANARA! And then… reverse bulldog! Liechenberg picks Adam Williams up and gives him a quick back suplex! As Eron gets up to his feet…
Hunter Charges – NO.
Adam Williams ducks! He then kicks Liechenberg in the gut IMPLANT DDT
One!
Two!
Three!
Brazzers/TV title No.1 Contenders
Jordan Reed vs Ace Sky
Mike Fisher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! We've got an electrifying match lined up for you. It’s the young rookie sensation Jordan Reed taking on the high-flying veteran, Ace Sky!
Scott James:That’s right, Mike. Reed is coming off a heartbreaking loss to Coulter, but he’s looking to make a statement tonight. Meanwhile, Ace Sky is known for his high-risk, high-reward style. This is going to be an absolute barnburner!
*BELL RINGS*
The bell rings, and the match begins.
And here we go! Both men circle each other, feeling out their opponent.Reed goes for a lock-up, but Sky is too quick, ducking under and landing a lightning-fast dropkick right to Reed’s chest!
Mike Fisher:Sky’s showing off that speed early on!
Reed gets back to his feet quickly, and the two lock up. Reed uses his wrestling background to take Sky down with a beautifully executed arm drag, but Sky kips up instantly.
Scott James: Did you see that? Sky’s back on his feet in a flash!
Mike Fisher:Reed's not backing down though. Look at the intensity in his eyes.
Reed charges at Sky, but Sky leaps over him with a standing leapfrog, then catches him with a picture-perfect enzuigiri as Reed turns around.**
Scott James:What a move by Sky! Reed is dazed!
Mike Fisher: Sky’s going for the ropes—springboard crossbody! He nails it!
Sky goes for the pin.
Referee: One… Two…
Mike Fisher: Reed kicks out at two! The rookie is still in this.
Scott James: He’s got a lot of heart, Mike. Reed’s not going down that easily.
Sky pulls Reed to his feet and whips him into the corner. Sky follows up with a handspring back elbow, but Reed moves out of the way at the last second, causing Sky to crash into the turnbuckle.**
Mike Fisher:Reed had that one scouted!
Scott James: Now Reed’s on the offensive. Here we go!
Reed hoists Sky up and delivers a crushing belly-to-belly suplex, sending Sky halfway across the ring. Reed doesn’t waste any time, following up with a series of German suplexes.**
Mike Fisher:Reed is on fire! Three German suplexes in a row!
Scott James: Sky looks to be in trouble now. Reed’s technical prowess is shining through.
Reed goes for the pin.
Referee:*One… Two…
Mike Fisher:Sky kicks out! The veteran’s still got fight left in him.
Scott James Reed needs to keep the pressure on. Sky can turn the tide at any moment.
Reed pulls Sky up, but Sky surprises him with a jawbreaker. Sky quickly follows up with a spinning heel kick, sending Reed stumbling back.
Mike Fisher: What a counter by Sky!
Scott James: And now Sky’s heading to the top rope. This could be big!
Sky perches on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Reed to get to his feet. As Reed stands, Sky launches himself with a high-flying missile dropkick, sending Reed crashing to the mat.
Mike Fisher: Missile dropkick! Sky’s taking control!
Scott James:The crowd is loving this! Sky’s going for another high-risk move.
Sky climbs to the top rope again, signaling for a big time move.
Mike Fisher:If he hits this, it’s over!
Scott James:** Reed’s getting up—Sky leaps!
Reed rolls out of the way at the last second, and Sky crashes hard onto the mat. Reed quickly capitalizes, locking in the crossface in the center of the ring.
Scott James:Sky’s in agony! He’s got nowhere to go!
Sky writhes in pain, desperately trying to reach the ropes. With every ounce of strength, Sky inches closer and finally grabs the bottom rope. The referee forces Reed to break the hold.**
Mike Fisher:Sky makes it to the ropes! What resilience!
Scott James: But look at Reed—he’s not letting up!
Reed pulls Sky to the center of the ring and hoists him up for a devastating powerbomb. Reed covers for the pin.
Referee:One… Two…
Mike Fisher: Sky kicks out! How did he do that?
Scott James:Unbelievable! This match is off the charts!
Reed looks to finish the match, setting Sky up for a suplex, but Sky counters mid-air into a stunning DDT.
Mike Fisher:What a counter! Sky’s got an opening!
Scott James:Sky’s climbing the ropes again. Here we go!
Sky ascends to the top turnbuckle, looking for one final high-risk maneuver. He launches himself with a breathtaking shooting star press.**
Mike Fisher:Shooting star press! Sky connects!
Scott James: This has to be it!
Sky goes for the pin.
Referee: One… Two… Th—
Mike Fisher: Reed kicks out! Reed kicks out at the last possible second!
Scott James:The crowd is going wild! What a match!
Sky can’t believe it. He pulls Reed up, but Reed counters with a sudden, explosive spinebuster. Both men are down, and the crowd is on their feet.
Mike Fisher: Both men are down! What a match!
Scott James: Who’s going to get up first? This is incredible!
Reed and Sky slowly get to their feet, trading blows in the center of the ring. Reed gains the upper hand with a stiff uppercut, followed by a snap suplex.
Mike Fisher: Reed’s gaining momentum again!
Scott James: But Sky’s not done yet!
Sky fights back, bouncing off the ropes and nailing Reed with a flying knee. He goes for another springboard move, but Reed catches him mid-air with a thunderous powerbomb.**
Mike Fisher: What a powerbomb! Reed caught him out of nowhere!
Scott James: This could be it!
Reed doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he lifts Sky and executes a picture-perfect bridging fisherman suplex
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
Semi Final World Title No.1 Contenders
TJ Alexander vs John Blade
Blade and TJ locked up in the center of the ring in an attempt to feel each other out. Blade pushed TJ towards the corner but TJ was able to reverse around Blade into a waistlock. Blade began to toss a few elbows backward but TJ dropped down and pulled him over into a roll up but the pin was broken up at one. TJ and Blade both popped to their feet, TJ charged with a lariat but Blade ducked. Blade turned on a dime to lay a dropkick but TJ sidestepped. The two men stared each other down from mere feet away as the crowd popped.
Mike Fisher: “Looking like a pretty even match up here in the early going.”
Scott James: “Lets see which one of these two gladiators will be the first to gain the upper hand.”
The two begin to move towards one another and Blade reaches out, trapping TJ in his grasp and tossing him over his head for a belly to belly. TJ rolls to the corner and is met with a running knee strike from Blade. Blade pulls TJ up by the hair and puts him up in the air, thundering back down with a delayed vertical suplex. Blade goes for the cover but TJ kicks out at two.
Matt Fisher: “I think Blade had a better chance on that one if he hooked the leg.”
Scott James: “I usually don’t agree with you, but I feel I have to on that one.”
Blade comes up from behind TJ and locks in a chin lock and begins to drive his knee into the small of TJ’s back. The referee checks for a submission but this hold won’t make that happen. TJ powers back to his feet and grabs Blade by the head driving Blade’ jaw into the top of TJ’s head. Blade springs up holding his jaw and TJ comes from behind with a backstabber. Blade, rolling around in pain, is hit by an elbow drop from TJ, followed up by a knee drop. TJ climbs to the top rope and flies off landing a flying elbow drop.
TJ goes for the cover but Blade is able to get his shoulder up at the count of two. TJ pulls Blade up and tosses him into the ropes, dropping him down with a drop toe hold and immediately applying a calf crusher. Blade face displays the agony his body is in but before he can even answer the referee he is able to outstretch his arm and get into the ropes.
TJ keeps the hold locked in until the ref reaches four. TJ breaks the count and gets to his feet before laying kicks into Blade’ midsection. The referee backs TJ up, allowing Blade to get to his feet. TJ pushes the referee out of the way and is greeted with a big spear from Blade who begins to lace TJ’s face with a flurry of right hands. The referee tries to get Blade off but Blade jolts to his feet, the glimpse he gives the referee forces the referee to back off.
Blade turned back to TJ who had reached his knees and Blade connects with a running knee to the face. TJ falls over to the mat and Blade hooks the near leg for a count of two. Blade grabs TJ’s head and begins to bounce it off of the mat a handful of times. Blade pulls TJ up by the hair and sends him into the turnbuckles with an Irish whip. Blade charges, full speed ahead, and connects with a corner body splash. TJ wobbles out of the corner, Blade grabs him and hits him with a bridged German suplex for another count of two before TJ is able to kick out.
Blade, growing frustrated, gets up and pulls at his hair. He lets TJ climb to his feet with assistance from the turnbuckles. Blade charges, this time for a spear in the corner, but TJ moves out of the way and Blade’ shoulder slams into the ring post. TJ grabs Blade and tosses him through the middle rope to the floor. TJ holds the rope and allows Blade to pull himself up before launching himself over the top to land on Blade with a splash to the outside. TJ continues the assault by burying a series of forearm smashes to Blade’ face.
TJ drags Blade to his feet and sends him face first to the ring post. Blade bounces back, dazed, and TJ chucks him, knee first, into the steel steps on the opposite side of the ring. Blade holds his knee as TJ approaches, TJ grabs Blade’ knee and drives it into the concrete. The referee’s count reaches seven as TJ rolls under the ropes to break the count. TJ turns back to Blade and picks him up in the air, slamming him manhood first on top of the guard rail.
TJ hops onto the apron and gets himself a running start before taking flight and connecting with the still guard rail sitting Blade, knocking him down and into the front row of the crowd. TJ follows him over as fans tap both men on the shoulder. TJ begins to punch at Blade but Blade begins to rumble back. The referee has bounced to the outside in an attempt to get Blade and TJ to bring the match back into the ring.
Blade stuns TJ with a flurry of chops and forearm smashes. Security clears some of the crowd and Blade charges at TJ who reverses it and back body drops Blade over the guard rail back into the ringside area. TJ follows his opponent over and drives the small of Blade’ back into the ring apron before rolling him back inside. TJ rolled under the bottom rope inside.
TJ grabs Blade and sets up for a Crossroads as a portion of the crowd erupts as TJ motions that it’s over. TJ goes to turn and drives Blade’ head into the mat. TJ sits up for a moment but rather than cover his foe he motions towards the ropes. TJ hops up to the top turnbuckle and flies off with a guillotine leg drop. TJ pulls Blade up and hooks the leg.
TJ pulls Blade over into a bridging fisherman Suplex but Blade is able to kick out at a count of two. TJ pops up looking shocked and begins to argue with the referee. Blade sneaks up behind TJ and rolls him up, the ref drops down for the count and TJ kicks out at two. The two men get to their feet and TJ goes for a clothesline but John Blade ducks and catches TJ on the reversal with a desperation super kick that puts TJ to the mat. John Blade drops to the ground as he awaits TJ….
TJ slowly gets up and ducks and Perfection 10
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
TJ ADVANCES!
Semi Final World Title No.1 Contenders
Coulter Monsoon vs Travis Walker
Mike Fisher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the IIW World Title contender tournament! Up next, we have a colossal match-up that’s sure to shake the foundations of this arena. The Hunter Travis Walker versus the monster Coulter Monsoon! The winner of this match moves on to the finals. Scott, what are your thoughts on this match?
Scott James: Mike, this is going to be a slugfest. Both of these men are powerhouses. Travis Walker, the athletic big man known as The Hunter, versus Coulter Monsoon, an absolute monster in the ring. This one is going to be hard-hitting and brutal. Buckle up, folks, because this is going to be a wild ride!
Mike Fisher:Absolutely, Scott. The tension is palpable as we await the arrival of our competitors. Here comes The Hunter!
Adam Jensen The Hunter plays over the speakers and the lights darken as the Word The Hunter appears on the big screen in bold red letters and then smoke appears on the stage as The Hunter Travis Walker appears with a smirk on his face.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 265lbs. I give you THE HUNTER TRAVIS WALKER!!!!!
Travis walks down the ramp with a fiery focus look on his face, walking pass the fans and then running up the steel steps and stepping inside the ring and immediately climbs up the turnbuckle to oversee the crowd and then shoots a brown an arrow at his opponent or in the air if nobody is in the ring with him yet, he then jumps down and waits for the match to start.
Scott James: Look at the intensity on Walker’s face. He’s ready for a war tonight.
Mike Fisher: And here comes Coulter Monsoon!
What Is Really Underneath by Code Orange plays as the arena lights dim. Coulter Monsoon lumbers out
hunched over and slogs down to the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up. He stares out at the crowd around him
then lumbers over to a corner and slumps down with his back against the ringpost. With his head down he rocks himself as he waits
for his opponent to arrive. (If he comes out second: as he waits for the ref to call for the bell to start the match.)
Scott James:Monsoon is an absolute beast. This man is a force of nature. Walker has his work cut out for him tonight.
Mike Fisher:Both men are now in the ring, and you can feel the electricity in the air. The referee is checking both competitors, and we’re about to get underway.
*BELL RING*
The referee signals for the bell, and the match begins.
Mike Fisher:And here we go! Travis Walker and Coulter Monsoon lock up in the center of the ring, a test of strength to start things off.
Scott James: Look at the power of these two! Neither man is giving an inch.
Walker manages to gain a slight advantage, using his athleticism to leverage Monsoon into a headlock. Monsoon, however, powers out of it, shoving Walker into the ropes. Walker rebounds off the ropes and charges at Monsoon, who attempts a clothesline, but Walker ducks under it and bounces off the opposite ropes. Walker comes back with a flying shoulder tackle that barely budges Monsoon.
Mike Fisher: Walker with a shoulder tackle, but Monsoon is still standing!
Scott James:It’s like hitting a brick wall, Mike. Monsoon is not going down that easily.
Walker tries again, bouncing off the ropes for another shoulder tackle, but Monsoon braces himself and absorbs the impact. Monsoon then grabs Walker by the arm and whips him into the corner with incredible force.
Mike Fisher: Monsoon with an Irish whip into the corner! Walker hit those turnbuckles hard.
Scott James:Monsoon is looking to impose his will early in this match.
Monsoon charges into the corner, delivering a massive body avalanche that crushes Walker against the turnbuckles. Walker slumps down, and Monsoon starts laying into him with heavy punches to the midsection.*
Mike Fisher: Monsoon is unloading on Walker in the corner! Those punches are like sledgehammers.
Scott James: Walker needs to find a way out of this or it’s going to be a short night for him.
Walker, showing his resilience, grabs Monsoon’s arm and tries to twist out of the corner. He manages to get a knee up into Monsoon’s midsection, doubling him over. Walker then delivers a series of forearm shots to Monsoon’s back, trying to wear the big man down.*
Mike Fisher: Walker fighting back with those forearms! He’s not going down without a fight.
Scott James: This is what we expected, Mike. Both of these men are warriors.
Walker manages to get Monsoon into a front facelock, attempting a suplex. He strains to lift Monsoon’s massive frame but Monsoon blocks it and counters with a suplex of his own, sending Walker crashing to the mat.
Mike Fisher:What a suplex by Monsoon! Walker is in trouble here.
Scott James:That was pure power, Mike. Monsoon is showing why he’s such a dangerous competitor.
Monsoon follows up with a big elbow drop, driving his weight into Walker’s chest. He goes for the cover.
Referee:One… Two…
Walker kicks out at two, showing his resilience.*
Mike Fisher:*Walker kicks out! He’s still in this match.
Scott James:*He’s got a lot of fight left in him, Mike. But Monsoon is relentless.
Monsoon pulls Walker to his feet and whips him into the ropes again. This time, Monsoon catches Walker with a big boot to the face on the rebound, knocking him to the mat. Monsoon goes for another cover.
Referee: One… Two…
Walker kicks out again, but he’s clearly feeling the effects of Monsoon’s offense.*
Mike Fisher:Another near fall for Monsoon! Walker is taking a beating here.
Scott James:Monsoon is like a freight train. Walker needs to turn this around somehow.
Monsoon pulls Walker up and sets him up for a powerbomb, but Walker fights back with punches to Monsoon’s head. Walker manages to slip out of Monsoon’s grasp and lands on his feet. He then hits a desperation DDT, spiking Monsoon’s head into the mat.
Mike Fisher: What a counter by Walker! He needed that!
Scott James:That could be the opening he was looking for, Mike.
Both men are down on the mat, the referee starts the count.
Referee:One… Two… Three… Four…
Walker starts to stir and crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Monsoon is also getting back to his feet, shaking off the effects of the DDT. Walker is up first and charges at Monsoon, delivering a running knee strike that staggers the big man.*
Mike Fisher: Walker with a running knee! Monsoon is rocked!
Scott James: Walker needs to keep the pressure on.
Walker follows up with a flurry of punches, backing Monsoon into the ropes. He then whips Monsoon into the opposite ropes and catches him with a spinebuster on the rebound, slamming him to the mat with authority.
Mike Fisher: What a spinebuster by Walker! Monsoon is down!
Scott James: Walker is on fire right now!
Walker goes for the cover.
Referee: One… Two…
Monsoon kicks out at two, showing his toughness.*
Mike Fisher: Monsoon kicks out! This match is still anyone’s game.
Scott James: These two are giving it everything they’ve got, Mike. What a match!
Walker, determined to keep the momentum, climbs to the second rope and waits for Monsoon to get to his feet. As Monsoon stands up, Walker leaps off with a diving shoulder tackle, taking Monsoon down again. Walker quickly goes for another cover.*
Referee: One… Two…
Monsoon kicks out once more, frustrating Walker.
Mike Fisher: Another near fall for Walker! Monsoon is showing incredible resilience.
Scott James: Walker needs to stay focused. He’s close to putting Monsoon away.
Walker signals for his finisher, the Hunter’s Mark, a devastating running powerbomb. He pulls Monsoon to his feet and sets him up, but Monsoon fights back, delivering a series of headbutts that daze Walker. Monsoon then lifts Walker onto his shoulders, setting up for the slam.
Mike Fisher: Monsoon is going for a slam! If he hits this, it’s over!
Scott James: Walker is in big trouble!
Monsoon tries to execute the move, but Walker wriggles out and lands behind Monsoon. Walker then grabs Monsoon and delivers a German suplex, bridging into a pin.*
Referee: One… Two…
Monsoon kicks out again, showing his incredible toughness.*
Mike Fisher: Walker with a beautiful German suplex, but Monsoon still kicks out!
Scott James: These two are giving it everything they’ve got. What a battle!
Walker, showing signs of frustration, pulls Monsoon up and delivers a series of chops to the chest, each one echoing throughout the arena. Monsoon responds with chops of his own, and soon the two behemoths are trading vicious strikes in the center of the ring.*
Mike Fisher: Listen to those chops! These men are tearing each other apart!
Scott James:This is a fight, pure and simple. Neither man is backing down.
Walker gains the upper hand and whips Monsoon into the ropes. He attempts a clothesline, but Monsoon ducks under it and hits the ropes again. On the rebound, Monsoon catches Walker with a massive spear, driving him into the mat.*
Mike Fisher: Monsoon with a spear! Walker is down!
Scott James: That could be it, Mike!
Monsoon goes for the cover.*
Referee: One…
Two…
Walker kicks out at the last moment, to the shock of the crowd.*
Mike Fisher: Walker kicks out! How did he do that?
Scott James: Incredible resilience from Walker! He’s still in this match!
Monsoon, visibly frustrated, pulls Walker to his feet and sets him up for another big time slam, he lifts Walker high into the air and slams him down with thunderous force.*
Scott James: That’s got to be it, Mike!
Monsoon goes for the cover once more.
**Referee:** One… Two…
Walker kicks out again, and the crowd erupts in disbelief.*
Mike Fisher: Walker kicks out again! Unbelievable!
Scott James:This man refuses to stay down!
Monsoon, now seething with rage, pulls Walker up and sets him up for a powerbomb . But Walker, digging deep, fights back with elbows to Monsoon’s head. Walker slips out and hits a desperation superkick, staggering Monsoon. Walker then quickly hoists Monsoon up and finally hits the running powerbomb and it takes him and Monsoon out as they both lay lifeless in the ring.
Coulter starts beating himself hard on his mask beating some life into him as he builds his momentum to get up and grab Travis, hoisting him over his shoulder he powers him into the turnbuckle, spinning him round and slamming him to the mat as the ref counts
1….
2…
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Mike Fisher: This is it, Scott. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Scott James: I can’t wait to see what Shaun Hart has in store for us.
Shaun Hart’s music hits again, and he walks out onto the stage, the briefcase still in hand. He enters the ring, a wide grin on his face, and raises the microphone.
Shaun Hart: Alright, folks. The time has come. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. It’s time to reveal the footage that will change the IIW world forever.
He sets the briefcase down on a small table in the ring and opens it, pulling out a DVD. He holds it up for the crowd to see, then hands it to a ringside technician, who quickly loads it into the video system.
Shaun Hart: Roll the footage.
The arena screens flicker to life, and the footage begins to play. The camera cuts between the ring and the screens, capturing the reactions of the fans and Shaun Hart’s smug expression. The footage shows a different camera angle from the previous match, revealing that the referee completed the three count, and Crush should have been declared the new World Champion.
Mike Fisher: Oh my God! This changes everything!
Scott James: Crush should be the World Champion right now! What a revelation!
As the video ends, the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and shock. Shaun Hart stands in the ring, basking in the chaos he has unleashed.
Shaun Hart: I told you, IIW would never be the same again. Crush, you were robbed of your rightful title, but there’s more. I’ve got an offer for you.
The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Crush’s music hits. Crush makes his way to the ring, looking determined and ready for answers. He steps into the ring and faces Shaun Hart.
Shaun Hart: Crush, you’ve seen the footage. You know you should be the World Champion. But I can help you get what you deserve. Join Team Hollywood, and together, we’ll make sure you get the title that’s rightfully yours.
