The lights come on and we’re in at IIW Manchester as we see focused in the middle of the ring Jay Vaughan is sat holding the IIW World title.
Jay Vaughan: Well here we are. The IIW is back and running, it was always going to happen, there is no way my uncle Osh was going to let it end the way it ended.
AND THAT IS WHY
That is why… I’m holding this prestigious title in my hands. The IIW World title. There was no way I was going to let this title be passed from unworthy holder to unworthy holder while my uncle Osh had nothing to do about it, he couldn’t choose the chosen ones, he couldn’t make sure the title was kept with the loyal IIW superstars. He would’ve had no control.
JON CAVANAGH
Jon Cav, would’ve attempted to defend this title against the scum of the wrestling universe and no doubt he would at some point succumbed to the dark side losing the title to who? Exactly WHO? There would’ve been some no body some nothing, some piece of shit that has had nothing NOTHNG to do with IIW holding our prestigious world title.
NO
No, I couldn’t let that happen, which is why I took the title. That is why I hold onto it today as the IIW World champion.
IT IS PURE
IT IS CLEAN
IT IS IIW
TV Title
Ed Stoker vs Liechenberrg
vs 
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IIW World Television Championship!
The arena lights flicker then dim to darkness and the video wall comes to life with the words Das Ringführer appearing on the big screen in red lettering on a black backdrop as mein herz brennt by Rammstein blasts through the loudspeakers.)
(A video package plays a highlight reel of hard hitting chops, lethal lariats, big boot kicks, stomps and Suplexes from the German heavyweight whilst competing inside of the ring.
(Boos cascade down from the cheap nose bleed seats all the way down to the front row section of the crowd as the Leichenberg emerges onto the mainstage into a white spotlight in wrestling attire consisting of red wrestling trunks, black knee pads, and black wrestling boots.)
(He wears a long red wool coat with a lapel-style collar, double breasted black button closure, full-length sleeves with open cuffs and two outer pockets along with an inside pocket hidden within the soft viscose lining.)
(Leichenberg stands upright and folds both hands behind the back as he looks down his nose with a scowling sneer, illiciting further boos from the fans before setting sites on the ring.)
(The Ruthless Wonderkind begins the long walk down the aisle with purpose, ignoring the crowd as Leichenberg steps up the steel staircase then onto the edge of the ring.)
(Wiping the bottom of both boots onto the ring canvas before stepping through the ropes, removing his coat and handing it off to an off camera stage hand then pulling on the ropes to stretch out and loosen up for the match.)
Alice Goldier: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Annalise, he hails from Berlin, Germany, standing at six feet four inches tall and weighing in at 297 pounds…he is “The Ruthless Wonderkind” LEICHENBERG!!!!!
As the arena lights dimmed, a hushed anticipation fell over the crowd. The pulsating beat of "Colossal Conquest," Big Ed's iconic theme music, began to reverberate through the venue, shaking the very floor beneath their feet.
A spotlight pierced the darkness, focusing on the entrance ramp. Amidst a cloud of smoke and flashing pyrotechnics, the colossal figure of Big Ed emerged, his 7-foot frame casting an imposing shadow. He stood at the entrance, his chiseled physique accentuated by the dimmed lighting.
Wearing his signature wrestling attire, complete with custom-made boots and a cape that billowed behind him, he radiated an aura of raw power and confidence. The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their cheers and chants echoing throughout the arena. Big Ed acknowledged his adoring fans with a nod and a charismatic grin.
With each step he took towards the ring, the floor seemed to shake beneath him, a testament to his immense presence. As he reached the ring apron, Big Ed ascended the steel steps with ease, stepping over the top rope and into the squared circle. The arena lights illuminated him once more, revealing the determination etched onto his face.
Alice Goldier: And his opponent, hailing from The Mid West, he stands at seven feet tall and weighs in at 330 pounds…he is…”BIG” Ed Stoker!!!!
Mike Fisher: This is going to be one for the ages, two of the biggest guys in the locker room about to lock horns for the Television Championship!
Scott James: I can’t believe I’m saying this but Leichenberg looks kind of on the small side sharing that ring with Ed Stoker.
The bell rang as Leichenberg and Ed Stoker came to the center of the ring and faced off. The crowd popped as Leichenberg struck Ed with an overhand chop, followed by a right hand from Ed, the two men went back and forth exchanging massive blows until Leichenberg ducked a right hand and took Ed down with a double leg takedown into a jacknife pin …1 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Ed Stoker is just too damn powerful to be covering at this juncture of the matchup.
Scott James: Come on, now, you know as well as I do that multiple covers will tire your opponent out.
Leichenberg got back to his feet and went to strike Ed with a Big Boot but Ed was able to duck and bounce off of the ropes, connecting with a body strike in the center of the ring that knocked Leichenberg to the mat. Ed hit off of the ropes and dropped a massive elbow before laying his arm across Leichenberg’s chest …1 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: These two men are trying to get this matchup over early.
Scott James:The chance to be the first Television Champion in Season 4 of IIW is on the line–you would do the same!
The two titans got back to their feet. Leichenberg went for a clothesline but Ed ducked and went for one of his own but also came up empty. The two giants charged one another and connected with a double clothesline that knocked both men to the mat. The referee began his count of ten.
Mike Fisher: It’s almost as if these two behemoths are in each other’s minds.
Scott James: Or they both have the same strategy to attack.
The referee reached four as the two men got back to their feet and began to once again exchange blows before Ed blocked a right from Leichenberg and hit him with a headbutt. Ed tossed Leichenberg into the corners with an Irish Whip and charged behind him, hitting a massive body splash in the corner. Ed grabbed Leichenberg by the head and began to pummel him with stiff rights and lefts to either side of the head.
Mike Fisher: Leichenberg’s ears have got to be ringing right about now.
Scott James: Either that or he has a severe concussion!
Ed pulled Leichenberg out of the corner and kicked him in the gut before lifting him into the air and slamming him down with a sitout powerbomb. The referee dropped for the cover …1 …2 …kickout! Ed shook it off, getting right back to the attack as he began to choke at Leichenberg on the mat. The referee began to administer his count but Ed broke the choke at the count of four. Ed got back to his feet and began to stomp at his downed opponent.
Mike Fisher: “Big” Ed Stoker is in firm control of this matchup.
Scott James: But we all know how quick that can change with a competitor like Leichenberg–these are two of the best big men in this business.
Ed pulled Leichenberg to his feet before slamming him down with a bodyslam. Ed hit off of the ropes and went for a big splash but Leichenberg was able to roll out of the way at the last moment. Ed crashed against the mat, knocking the wind out of himself. Leichenberg sprung to his feet and delivered a punt kick to the side of Ed’s head before covering …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Leichenberg is attempting to take advantage of Ed’s own error.
Scott James: You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do to take home that Television Championship.
Leichenberg grabbed Ed’s monstrous legs and locked them in an STF. The referee got down to check for the tap as Ed riled in pain, the big man was able to outstretch his arm after a few moments, clenching the bottom rope but Leichenberg held on until the count of four and then proceeded to get to his feet and begin to stomp at Ed’s head. Leichenberg pulled the big man up and spiked the top of Ed’s head with an elbow followed by a few chops that backed Ed into the corner.
Mike Fisher: Leichenberg is over here proving to the world why he is one of the most feared strikers in our industry.
Scott James: If Big Ed can’t find his way out of that corner we can probably start calling Leichenberg the Fernsehmeister–that means Television Champion in German by the way!
Leichenberg delivered a headbutt followed by an overhand chop before taking a few steps back and sprinting, crushing Ed with a clothesline. Ed fell to the mat in a seated position as Leichenberg began to stomp at Ed. The referee counted to four but Leichenberg didn’t stop, the referee put his body in between the two titans to give Ed time to get up. As this occurred, Annalise reached her hands into the ring and began to gouge at the eyes of Ed Stoker.
Mike Fisher: Somebody stop that Jessibel!
Scott James: I think that woman can do absolutely anything her little heart desires because I think I’m in love.
Annalise stopped and walked away as the referee returned his attention to Ed. Leichenberg laughed as Ed got back to his feet, Leichenberg delivered a jumping thrust kick to Ed that knocked the big man to the ropes before Leichenberg clotheslined him over the top. Leichenberg followed Ed out onto the floor and flew off the apron with a double axe handle. Leichenberg grabbed his opponent and tossed the monstrous Stoker into the guardrail. Leichenberg charged and took to the air…
Mike Fisher: Leichenberg being uncharacteristically risky at the moment.
Scott James: That’s what happens when a prize as prestigious as the IIW Television Championship is on the line!
Ed outstretched his arms and caught Leichenberg’s attempt at a crossbody and slammed the small of Leichenberg’s back against the ring posts, then again and again before dropping Leichenberg to the floor. Ed let out a roar before pulling Leichenberg to his feet and sending the large German crashing into the steel steps with an Irish Whip. The steps went flying, as did Leichenberg who now clenched his knee. Ed pulled Leichenberg up and rolled him into the ring. Ed followed him in and quickly covered him …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Ed Stoker was within milliseconds of being crowned the Television Champion, he almost had it!
Scott James: Well, unfortunately for Big Ed, “almost” only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
Ed pulled the young German back to his feet and delivered a few forearm strikes to the face before planting Leichenberg in the corner. Ed moved towards the far side before charging for a huge splash but Leichenberg moved allowing Ed to crush sternum first into the top turnbuckle. Leichenberg grabbed Ed from behind and hit his Berlin Pin, Bridging German Suplex ….1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: That right there shows you just how dangerous this young German superstar is, at any given moment he can turn the entire match around.
Scott James: I have a feeling we may be watching a future IIW World Champion developing before our very eyes.
Leichenberg slowly pulled himself back to his feet as Ed did the same. Leichenberg ran and connected with a kitchen sink followed by two European Uppercuts to the drowzy giant. Leichenberg hit the ropes and connected with a running lariat but Ed didn’t fall. Leichenberg connected again and Ed found himself up against the ropes. Leichenberg went for another lariat but Ed powered out of the corner and knocked Leichenberg to the mat with a big boot. Ed went for the cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Ed Stoker being able to power out after that onslaught speaks volumes about the big man’s athletic ability.
Scott James: I’d say it speaks more to his ability to take a beating and recover quickly.
Ed got up to his feet and dropped and elbow on Leichenberg before moving towards the corner. Ed slowly stepped out between the ropes and looked towards the turnbuckles.
Mike Fisher: Could he be going for the Flyind Ed Butt?
Scott James: Leichenberg is one tough son of a bitch but if Ed connects with this then this one is over!
Ed slowly climbed to the top turnbuckle and began to position himself but Leichenberg was able to get to his feet and dropped against the top rope sending Ed crashing downward onto the Stoker family jewels. Leichenberg moved over, delivering a European Uppercut before climbing to the middle rope. Leichenberg laced Ed with a couple of right hands and followed it up with a headbutt before hooking Ed’s arm over his torso.
Mike Fisher: You’ve got to be kidding me?!
Scott James: I HOPE THAT RING IS REINFORCED!!!
Leichenberg and Ed Stoker took to the air as Leichenberg drove Big Ed down to the mat with a superplex that led to the immediate outbreak of a “holy shit” chant from the crowd. The referee began to administer his count, at the count of five Leichenberg began to crawl towards Ed. Leichenberg dropped on top of Ed for a cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: From the look on Leichenberg’s face I don’t think he can believe that this one isn’t over.
Scott James: I mean, it was more than a three if you add the five count that Ed was flat on his back so can you really blame him?
Leichenberg got back to his feet and fell in the corner. Ed began to stir, as the referee checked on Ed Leichenberg uncovered the top turnbuckle. Leichenberg leaned back into the corner, covering the exposed turnbuckle as Ed got to his feet and began to shake the cobwebs off.
Mike Fisher: Referee the goddamn turnbuckle! Move that sneaky German out of the corner!
Scott James: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Leichenberg is spent, he would be lucky to get another move in!
Ed looked towards Leichenberg who panted, holding himself up with the ropes as Ed began to charge. Leichenberg smiled at the last moment and moved sending Ed crushing his upper body against the exposed turnbuckle. Ed fumbled out of the corner clutching his chest, the referee ran to the corner to examine the turnbuckle, as Ed moved towards Leichenberg he was hit with a swift kick between the legs. Leichenberg struggled, but was able to lift Ed up into the air and drive his head down into the mat with a standing vertical suplex into a sitdown piledriver.
Mike Fisher: He calls that the Schadenfreude!
Scott James: I call that the Parapalegic!
Leichenberg covered Stoker as the referee dropped into place …1 …2 …3!!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and NNNNNEEEEWWWWWW IIW World Television Champion…LEICHENBERGGGGGG!!!!
The new champion was presented with his belt, he held it high in the air before exiting the ring and beginning to walk up the rampway holding his prize high in the air as the crowd booed.
Mike Fisher: We have our inaugural Television Champion of the fourth season of IIW but not without a little bit of controversy.
Scott James: I can’t see what kind of controversy you’re talking about. The Ruthless Wonderkind outsmarted the Big Man from the Midwest and that’s all there is to it.
Ed Stoker began to come to in the ring and realize that Leichenberg’s music was playing. Leichenberg was shown with the championship belt by the camera one last time before disappearing behind the Mayhem curtains.
Mike Fisher: Now it is just a damn shame that Ed Stoker was cheated out of the Television Championship here tonight.
Scott James: Correction, Ed Stoker was outwrestled.
Ed Stoker rolled out of the ring and began to make his way back up the ramp. The lights flicker quickly; all of the lights in the arena are off except for an extreme blinding white light directly on the entrance ramp. Loud, hollow footsteps walking are heard through out the speakers, getting louder as each footstep approaches quicker. The camera pans to the entrance stage where a child walks directly to the center. The child is dressed in tattered clothing, dirt on his/her face, messed up hair, loose fitting sandals. The child exclaims in a creepy yet calming voice, "He's watching out for you..."
The entrance screen plays a video (that I will produce) with ominous tones, voices, nursery rhymes - a voice whispering "Aware" "Beware" throughout - and video of a hooded man dragging a body towards an abandoned playground. Several messages for the loser will be said throughout the video in a "masked" voice (will come off as a promo at times).
The video stops, the blinding light shines back on Ed, standing their, sweating, confused, angered - there is a hard camera directly on their face that pans down to an entire body shot. Overheard throughout the arena is the same small child voice, "Hey Mr..."
Ed turn around slowly to see the child directly behind him. A still confused - yet panicked look comes across his face.
The child looks up at “Big” Ed Stoker - and in the softest yet scariest tone of voice says to him - "Beware."
Camera cuts to an image of my logo on the screen.
As the commentators talk they are interrupted by a noticeable commotion in the audience. The camera pans towards the source of the disturbance.
James: What is going on?
You can see the fans moving back as a large figure slowly makes their way through the sea of fans. Down the walk way and towards the front row as he comes closer you can begin to make out his features just a bit.
Fischer: That's Jack Tyde! I haven't seen or heard from him since Friday Night Combat!
James: Too bad we couldn't keep it that way, he was a strange one..
The camera watches as Tyde moves to the front row right by the ring and takes a seat. His face is emotionless and stern as he stares blankly at the still empty ring.
Fischer: Well I guess he just bought a ticket.
James: He creeps me out, maybe we should get security to make sure he paid.
Michael Hunter vs Hellbreaker
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The bell sounds as both men stand nose to nose. Their equal stature and weight obvious. Hellbreaker swings at Hunter, but he blocks, pokes Hellbreaker in the eyes and slaps him across the face!
Mike Fisher: Such disrespect!
Scott James: Hunter didn't even both to put out his cigar! It's still going sitting on the steel steps! So cool.
Hunter put Hellbreaker in a headlock, but Hellbreaker pushed him away and holds on to Hunter's arm and pulls him back in for a hard clothesline. Hellbreaker stomps on Hunter several times and nails a big elbow drop followed by a cover.
One...KICKOUT!
Mike Fisher: One count.
Hunter is up, but Hellbreaker catches him with a big dropkick. Hellbreaker goes for a grapple but Hunter stomps the toe of Hellbreaker and nails a big suplex. Hunter lifts up Hellbreaker and nails THE BREAKDOWN!
Scott James: What a backstabber!
Hunter covers Hellbreaker!
One...
Two...KICKOUT!
Mike Fisher: Two!
Hunter tries to pick up York, but gets an elbow to the face for his trouble. Hellbreaker bounces off the ropes and hits Hunter with a SHINING WIZARD!
Scott James: Shining Wizard! Bam!
Hunter rolls over to the corner and scrambles around and tries to get up. Hellbreaker walks over and grabs Hunter and tries to lock in TWISTED!
Mike Fisher: He's trying to lock in the Anaconda Vice!
Scott James: Look!
Michael Hunter has the cigar in his hands... he jams it into the side of Hellbreaker! Hellbreaker screams in pain and lets go. In one smooth motion Hunter drops the cigar, kicks it out of the ring without the referee seeing, and pushes Hellbreaker Away... THE BLUEPRINT!
Mike Fisher: Rolling elbow! He calls that The Blueprint!
Scott James: Hunter covers!
One...
Two...
THREE!
Alice: Here is your winner via pinfall... MICHAEL HUNTER!
As Michael Hunter stands in the middle of the ring. Suddenly ANDRE CASH makes his return storming down the aisle, he picks up Hunter and smashes him down to the grouudn with a vicious powerslam.
He locks in the ALPHA LOCK on Hunter as Hunter instantly submits but Andre continues to hold it in ragdolling Hunter across the ring. He finally stops it as Hellbreaker has got back to his feet
Buth that doesn’t last long as GRID IRON! The Spear takes Hellbreaker off his feet as Andre Cash grins before leaving the wreck before him.
we return from a commercial break to find the advisor of The James Gang Robert Morgan standing in the ring wearing an all-black outlaw suit with a big cowboy hat on with a smirk on his face as he raises his microphone.
Robert Morgan: Ladies and Gentleman I am the advisor for Jesse James and The James Gang and I am hear to speak on their behalf as The James Gang gets ready for their tag team match in which they wipe the floor of The Celtics club and show them what Gang warfare is all about!!
The fans start giving a loud ovation of BOOS towards Robert Morgan as the hardcam switches to commentary.
Scott James: The fans letting Robert Morgan know they don't agree with his statement.
Mike Fisher: The James Gang are nothing but a group of thugs and I'm telling ya if I was in my younger days I give them hell to pay.
Scott James: Calm down Mike, you don't want to end up handcuffed and beaten again do ya?
Mike goes quiet as the hard cam switches back to Robert Morgan and the fans settle back down.
Robert Morgan: Boo all you want but it doesn't change the fact that The James Gang laid down the law last Mayhem as we beat the holy hell out of Curtis and that worthless bastard on commentary.
Robert points towards Mike Fisher with a smirk, Mike looks like he wants to come in there and fight Morgan but Scott holds him back.
Robert Morgan: Let that fat bastard go so the James Gang can give him another ass beating since he didn't learn his lesson the first around.
The fans BOO louder at Robert but he just blows it off.
Robert Morgan: You damn Brits better shut the hell up before I give everyone an American ass whopping like your forefathers got, but now back to business because it seems Mike Fisher wasn't the only one that didn't understand what Jesse said.
Robert pauses for a moment.
Robert Morgan: You see Jesse made it clear he has his sights on the Global Championship and he was gunning for a shot since clearly IIW doesn't believe in competition. Because if they did there would've been a tournament of some sort but I get it Osh got to sell those tickets by getting your golden boys in a hot main event for the Global Championship but for some reason, we didn't get a winner we got two losers in Clyde Newton and Crush but yet Osh is going to reward their failure with a one on one match inside a Hell In A Cell to finally determine a Global Champion and end this boring feud that these two have had over the years.
Robert smirks as the fans booooo.
Robert Morgan: Pipe down you bunch of tea-drinking morons.
The fans boo even louder and Robert just smirks as he waits for them to settle down.
Robert Morgan: Now like I was saying we have two losers in the main event of the next big PPV event instead of The Nightmare Jesse James, Osh has chosen to leave The Maverick out of the Global Championship picture for now by Osh but I can promise you this Ish, Jesse James always gets what he wants and if he has to leave a pile of bodies at your front door to get what he wants he damn sure will, so I suggest you find a way to get Jesse James a number one contender match, we don't care who you put on the opposite side of that ring because whoever it is will feel the boot of Jesse James and by God, I hope you understand what is being demanded from you because if not next time it will be The Nightmare Jesse James himself and boy oh boy you don't want that!
Robert drops the microphone as the hardcam switches back to the commentary table.
Scott James: Well Robert just said a lot but the most important thing is that he's demanded on behalf of Jesse James for a number one contender match for the Global Championship at the PPV but the question is will Jesse get what he wants?
Mike Fisher: I know Osh and Osh doesn't give in to demands, Jesse James hasn't even had a match yet, he's done nothing to earn a shot at the Global Championship.
Scott James: That might be but we heard what Robert said, either give Jesse what he wants or Osh will get a visit from The Nightmare Jesse James himself.
Trent Darby Vs Reynold Lefevre
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The two competitors square off as the bell sounds and Trent Darby gains an early advantage, letting out his anger on Reynold! Trent Darby with a sidewalk slam! Trent Darby follows up with a series of stiff stomps and covers Reynold!
On-KICKOUT!
Mike Fisher Way to early for a pin attempt.
Trent Darby lifts up Reynold and locks him in a full nelson! Reynold is in a bad way, but Reynold stomps to toe! Forearm! Forearm, and a third forearm to Trent Darby! A gut check by Reynold is followed up with an inverted DDT. Cover by Reynold!
One... KICKOUT!
Trent Darby hooks the legs and rolls Reynold up in a small package!
One...
Two... KICKOUT!
Scott James: That was closer than Reynold would like to admit I think!
Reynold ducks a running clothesline! Both bounce off of the ropes and Trent Darby goes for another, Reynold ducks again! Drop kick by Reynold! Reynold grabs Trent Darby by the legs and tries to lock in a crab, but Trent Darby is already at the ropes! The referee forces a rope break!
Mike Fisher Trent Darby was wise to get to the ropes!
Trent Darby and Reynold are up! Reynold catches Trent Darby off guard and nails him with UNDOING a spinning tiger bomb! Cover by Reynold!
One...
Two...
T-KICKOUT!
Scott James: That was almost Trent Darby's undoing!
Trent Darby gets lifted off of the ground by Reynold, Reynold sets him up for his piledriver, CORRPUTED... but Trent Darby turns it into a back body drop! Here comes side walk slam!
Mike Fisher Good lord what a slam!
Trent Darby hangs over the ropes and is yelling at Chris who is acting like he is going to get in the ring! Reynold comes up from behind and spins Trent Darby around! Reynold goes for his signature move again... but no! No! Trent Darby grabs the ropes! FACT CHECK! ROLLING ELBOW!
Trent Darby covers!
One...
Two...
THREE!
Alice: Your winner by pin fall…. TRENT DARBY!
The James Gang vs The Celtic Club
Outlaw State Of Mind by Chris Stapleton blast out over the arena as smoke appears on stage and different color bright lights flicker over the stage until the smoke starts to clear a little and then it just becomes one spotlight the false on the middle of the stage and as the smoke cleats The Young Lions appear posing together as DX as Jesse and Mike stand behind them and then pyro goes off behind them while their manager Robert Morgan stands off to the side.
Announcer: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 440lbs, from Austin Texas, and being occupied by Robert Morgan, I GIVE YOU AUSTIN & DALLAS DAVIS
OF THE JAMES GANG!!!!!!!!
The duo do a few kicks toward the camera and then start walking down the ramp after Jesse gives them a look, Jesse and Mike head to the back as they continue down the ramp they talk trash with a few guys and then continue down until they seem some baddies at ringside and they stop to take a selfie with them and then they alise into the ring and hold the ropes for Robert Morgan to enter the ring and she walks over to the corner while The young duo pose again in the middle of the ring and then wait for the match to start
The bell sounds off as Austin squares off with Trigg. Trigg rushes over and tackles Austin. He mounts him and hits a series of Austin punches! The referee nearly gets to a five count before Trigg lets up.
Scott James: I think the Celtic Club have taken a bit of an exception to the idea of The Games GAng coming in and dominating the team scene!
Trigg picks up Austin and hits a choke toss. Trigg walks over to Austin and picks up a big suplex. Austin tries to counter with a few punches but he is countered by Trigg. Trigg whips Austin into the Celtic corner and tags in Andy. Andy gets in and sticks his boot in the face of Austin.
Mike Fisher Surprisingly cohesive teamwork by the club.
Andy slaps Austin in the face before hitting a big German suplex! Austin is able to get to his feet and make a diving tag to Dallas Davis! Davis comes flying in with a clothesline! And another! Dallas whips Andy into the ropes and gets a big dropkick!
Scott James: Dallas on fire here!
Dallas picks up Andy, CANADIAN DESTROYER What a move! Dallas lifts up Andy again, he's going for another Destroyer, but Andy elbows the face of Dallas! Side suplex! Andy picks up Dallas and nails a huge powerbomb!
Mike Fisher Bam! That powerbomb would take out most ordinary men!
Andy picks up Dallas and throws him in the corner! Andy slams Dallas' head into the turnbuckle over and over! Trigg is calling for the tag so Andy tags him in! Trigg comes in and picks up Dallas. Trigg hits spinning neckbreaker on Dallas!
Scott James: This isn't going so well for The James Gang
Dallas is able to get to his feet before Trigg can reach him! Enzuigiri! Dallas tags out to Austin! Here comes Austin! Shift runs and hits a big dropkick to Andy causing him to fall off the apron! Trigg turns around just in time to have Austin lift him up! THE HEIST!
Cover by Austin!
One...
Two...
THREE!
Alice Goldier: Here are your winners via pinfall... The James Gang!
Jack M.Hoff vs TJ Alexander
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I Touch Myself by The Divinyls starts to play, and Jack Mehoff comes strutting down the isle, wearing a blue robe with his name spelled in rhinestones on the back. Jack stops half way down the ramp to flirt with a hot girl sitting ringside, who obviously is not interested.
Fisher: Why the heck is he coming to the ring? His match isn't scheduled until later on.
Jack continues strutting to the ring with all the swagger of an 80s superstar. He climbs into the ring as Alice Goldier looks on confused. Jack grabs the mic.
Jack: Cut the music. I know everyone in the back is flipping through their format sheets, wondering what the heck is going on. Well as I made it abundantly clear last week, I'm coming into this company and doing what I want, when I want, and I'm not going to sit around the back watching the rest of this bullshit, waiting for my match. TJ Alexander, get your ass out here because I've got a party at the strip club starting in 30 minutes. Goldie, tell these people who I am and say it right.
Jack gives the mic back to Alice Goldier and hands her a cue card. Alice looks at it and starts reading.
Alice: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring. He comes from Hollywood, California, by way of... your mother's house. He is "Your Girlfriends Favorite Wrestler," "The Walking Episode of Jerry Springer," and "The Inovation in Fornication" Jack N. Mehoff.
Jack holds his hands up to a chorus of boos.
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"Monkey" by Harry Bellefonte starts to play.
Fisher: That is not TJ Alexanders music.
James: Maybe he decided to change it up. Personally, I think it's a good change.
Someone comes walking through the curtain, and it's obviously not TJ Alexander, it's whatever the heck this thing is.
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James: TJ Alexander is obviously trying a new look. He's embraced being a spot monkey.
Fisher: Obviously fans, that is not TJ Alexander. I can hear our ratings drop just front this stupid segment.
James: Hey, c'mon. It's March Madness. Every college has a mascot. People love mascots. I think IIW needs one.
The guy in the gorilla costume walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He squares off with Jack. Jack punches the gorilla in the face, stunning him. Jack hits him with the Donkey Punch, and the Load Blower and yells at the ref to count the pin. Fortunately for everyone, the opening cords of "The Touch" by Stan Bush starts to play through the arena.
Alice Goldier: Introducing first, he hails from London, England, standing at six feet and one inch tall, he weighs in at 188 pounds he is “The Aerial Assassin”...TJ ALEXANDER!!!
The bell rings as the two competitors come to a collar and elbow lock up in the center of the ring, Jack takes the lead with a side headlock but TJ pushes him off, sending him into the ropes, TJ leapfrogs him on the rebound. Jack hit the ropes and TJ took him over with an armdrag. Jack popped back up and went for a clothesline but TJ duck, he hit off of the ropes and struck with a shotgun dropkick to Jack’s chest. Jack fell to his back, rolling over and into the corner in a seated position he was greeted with a running knee strike from TJ.
Mike Fisher: We will have a tale of two styles in our two matches regarding the Television Championship with high speed action now and a hoss fight in store later tonight.
Scott James: It just speaks to the depth of the roster that the IIW has already been able to attract in its return.
TJ pulled Jack out of the corner and brought him over with a snap suplex. TJ performed a kip up before hitting a standing moonsault into a cover on Jack …1 …2 …kickout! TJ immediately got to his feet and moved towards the corner, he waited for Jack to get to his feet and then sprung up to the middle turnbuckle. TJ leaped off off the middle and caught Jack with a flying headscissors. Jack fell to the mat and rolled out of the ring.
Mike Fisher: Jack Mehoff ain’t no slouch but even the greatest athletes on Earth have an issue keeping up with TJ Alexander.
Scott James: There is most definitely a reason why he is referred to as the Aerial Assassin!
TJ connected with a baseball slide kick that sent Jack’s back crashing against the barricade. TJ hit off of the far rope, built up steam and took the air crashing against Jack with a suicide dive. The crowd popped as the two men lay on the arena floor and the official began his count of ten.
Mike Fisher: High risk maneuvers like that could just put both men out of this matchup!
Scott James: I’m sure a double countout would be a welcome sight to Leichenberg and Ed Stoker, how do you have to make a defense if there is no number one contender?
The referee’s count reached four as the two men began to stir. The two men climbed to their feet and began to exchange right hands in front of the crowd. With each right from TJ the crowd popped, with each from Jack a groan let out. TJ, Jack, TJ, Jack, TJ, Jack. The two men continued to trade until the referee’s count reached eight, then both men stared at one another and then the referee before immediately sliding back into the ring. As the two men looked back down towards the crowd they noticed a shadowy figure in the front row.
Mike Fisher: We almost witnessed that double countout after all.
Scott James: I don’t know if you noticed this or not Mike, but that’s Jack Tyde–one of the top free agents available in this industry at the moment!
Jack Tyde stood to his feet as some of the crowd popped for him and some of the crowd looked on in disbelief. TJ and Jack both paused for a moment and stared at Jack in bewilderment. Jack took a moment to get the upper hand as TJ was still fixed on Tyde. Jack kicked TJ in the right knee and then brought him down to the mat with a bulldog before beginning to choke at his downed opponent. TJ kicked and the referee began his count but Jack let go of the choke at four. Jack pulled TJ up and slammed him into the corner before attacking with a running back elbow.
Mike Fisher: The ever manipulative Jack N. Mehoff has found a way to capitalize on the distraction provided by Jack Tyde.
Scott James: Can you blame him? A champion is going to do whatever it takes to secure the victory!
Jack began to punch at TJ in the corner of the ring, the referee tried to separate them. The referee was able to get between the two gladiators as Jack continued to strike TJ’s face. The referee was able to push Jack out of the way before Jack juked him and landing with a flying forearm smash to TJ and went right back to punching at his opponent. The referee attempted to remove Jack by his arm but Jack whipped his arm backwards sending the refereeing sprawling across the mat.
Mike Fisher: Now that’s just not right. This know it all, Jack N. Mehoff, just put our official on the mat! That’s grounds for disqualification!
Scott James: Now you know as well as I know that all of that is completely up to the official’s discretion!
Jack began to ram his shoulder into TJ’s midsection a few times and then began to lace in knife edge chops with the crowd responding with a “wooooo” to each chop. The crowd begins to stir as Jack Tyde hops over the barricade and begins to approach the ring, slowly walking up the steel steps and staring at Jack N. Mehoff from the apron.
Mike Fisher: Now just what in the hell does Jack Tyde think he’s doing? He’s not employed by the IIW and has no business being on this side of the barricade let alone on the ring apron!
Scott James: And just who is going to stop him, exactly?
Jack breaks contact with TJ and turns around to Tyde. Jack Mehoff dares Jack Tyde to step in the ring–which Jack does, stepping between the middle ropes with sheer confidence. Jack goes for a clothesline on Tyde but Tyde ducks and connects with a superkick that send’s Jack’s gum flying into the air. Jack wobbles but maintains his standing posture until a vicious roundhouse kick finds its mark, knocking Jack N. Mehoff down to the ground. Jack Tyde circles around his victim and stares at TJ Alexander who has just witnessed all of this from the corner.
Mike Fisher: Is this? Is TJ Alexander part of Jack Tyde’s evil plans? Whatever they may be?!
Scott James: I think TJ is just as stupified as we all are.
TJ gets to his feet and approaches Jack Tyde, he pushes Tyde and begins yelling at him and questioning “why the hell are you getting involved in my match?” Jack Tyde points to Jack N. Mehoff and says “I just gave you a gift on a silver platter, take it!” Jack Tyde turns his back to TJ and hops out of the ring. TJ stares down at the unconscious Jack N. Mehoff and moves towards the ropes, continuing to yell at Jack Tyde.
Mike Fisher: TJ Alexander, ever the competitor, you’ve got to admire the fact that he thinks it's nonsense that Jack Tyde just put Jack N. Mehoff down to the mat!
Scott James: I’ve gotta say that you might be right, but I can’t agree with the road that TJ Alexander is taking here–he should be capitalizing!
Jack Tyde and TJ continue their argument as Jack N. Mehoff begins to stir and shake the cobwebs off. TJ is up on the middle rope flipping the bird to Jack Tyde when Jack N. Mehoff jumps up and pulls TJ down with a backstabber from the middle ropes.
Mike Fisher: That’s it! That’s the Loadblower!
Scott James: TJ Alexander may have just lost this match thanks to Jack Tyde.
Jack Mehoff slowly crawls towards a downed TJ Alexander. Jack drapes his arm across TJ near the ropes. The referee begins to come to, he pulls himself to the pinning predicament.
Mike Fisher: NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!
Scott James: Sometimes you’ve got to learn a difficult lesson and I think tonight is the night that TJ Alexander gets to learn that you need to capitalize on EVERY opportunity!
…………… …………… ….1 …………… …………… …………2 …………… …………… …………… TJ gets his foot on the bottom rope at the very last moment as the crowd erupts.
Mike Fisher: JACK N. MEHOFF HAS NO IDEA HOW TO REACT!!!!
Scott James: If this lazy official was there and counted properly Jack N. Mehoff would be the number one contender to the Television Championship!
Jack gets up to his feet, pulling at his hair in utter confusion. TJ, somehow, finds the energy to kip up as the crowd pops. TJ hits Jack with a kick to the midsection, followed by a kick to the face. TJ hits off of the ropes and performs a scissor kick before covering Jack …1 …2 …kickout! TJ gets to his feet and springboards off of the ropes for a dropkick but Jack hits the mat, allowing TJ to crash against the mat as well. Jack Tyde barks from the outside that TJ “made a mistake”. TJ gets to his feet but Jack grabs him from behind, rolling him over into a pinfall, the referee drops to place ….1 ….Jack hooks the tights …2 …Jack puts his legs onto the middle ropes …3!!!!!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and number one contender to the IIW World Television Championship…JACK N MEHOFFFFFFFFF!!!
Mike Fisher: Now just what a shame is that!
Scott James: Shame? Jack N. Mehoff outwrestled TJ Alexander, you can’t blame him for that!
Fisher: Look Scott, at ringside!
The camera switches from the ring as we see Tyde stand up and jump over the guard rail, he picks up the steel chair he was sitting on and brings it over with him.
James: I told you he was no good! Creepy SOB is up to no good!
He slides in the ring without either contestant noticing. As he does he heads towards TJ first spinning him around and locking eyes with him. TJ automatically prepares for a fight but before he can react Tyde instead swings his chair and slams Jack right in the forehead laying him out cold. TJ looks confused.
James: Is TJ and Tyde in co hots? What is this? Has TJ unleashed his inner Emo Kid?
Fischer: I don't think so, he seems as confused as we are..
Tyde then turns towards Tj who hasn't let his guard down. Instead of threatening him however he offers the chair to TJ who just looks even more confused. Tyde urges him to take it but TJ refuses, Tyde then lays the chair down in front of him as if he is offering it up. Tj picks it up and looks at Jack for a second then back to Tyde, almost asi f he was considering who to hit. However instead he just tosses the chair back down and slides out of the ring and back up the ramp. Tyde looks almost disgusted as he slides out of the ring and heads back into the crowd and seemingly out the building.
Fischer: What on earth was that all about.
James: I don't think anyone knows, I told you Tyde was a weirdo, lets just hope he is really gone.
Osh Vaughan, the owner of the Intense International Wrestling federation, stands in the center of the ring, a contract laid out before him. The crowd roars in excitement, knowing that something big is about to go down.
Osh Vaughan: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are here to witness history in the making! As you all know, Crush and Clyde Newton fought to a double pin for the Global Title at our last Mayhem event. And now, it's time to settle the score once and for all!"
The audience erupts into cheers as Vaughan gestures towards the contract, signifying the upcoming Hell in a Cell match at the PPV Explosion.
Osh Vaughan: "Crush, Clyde Newton, please join me in the ring to make this official!"
Crush's music hits, and he strides confidently down the ramp, the Global Title slung over his shoulder. He enters the ring, a cocky grin on his face, ready to put pen to paper and solidify his shot at redemption.
But before Clyde Newton can make his entrance, the crowd is taken aback as his music doesn't play. Instead, Newton bursts through the curtain, his face twisted in anger. He storms down the ramp, ignoring Vaughan's calls to wait.
Clyde Newton: "I'm sick of waiting, Vaughan! I don't need a contract signing to prove I'm the better man! I want Crush in that ring, and I want him now!"
The crowd explodes into cheers at Newton's impromptu challenge, sensing the intensity of the moment. Crush smirks, dropping the pen and stepping forward to meet Newton head-on.
Crush: "You want it now, Clyde? You got it! Let's do this!"
Osh Vaughan: “Ok. Lets do this!
Without hesitation, Crush and Newton lock eyes.
LOW BLOW By Newton just as the bell rings.
He rolls Crush up… ONE…
Two….
KICK OUT!
Crush throws a hard elbow knocking Clyde Newton off balance. He charges Clyde… BONE CRUSHER!!!!
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
Mike Fisher: WOW what a quick result.. I can’t believe Crush has done this that quickly!
As the sound of Crush's music is playing there is a loud stir of excitement and confusion from the crowd as we see the man once known as Maverick Tatum making his way through the crowd, his key that he won from the previous Keys to Success in his hands as he slides in the ring but keeps his distance from Crush as he is handed a microphone, much to the crowd's displeasure.
He shakes his head as he speaks. "No disrespect Crush or to that piece of crap you just beat on in Newton but I was sitting at home watching the ins and outs of IIW and let me tell you it's missing something, mainly me and before you speak because I am sure that you have a lot to say I just wanted to let you know that on the upcoming pay per view, well I'd say it's time to give this stupid crowd what they want but not aware of yet, me versus you for that pretty little strap that you carry around ever so proudly."
The crowd immediately begins to boo and even throw their drinks cups some empty, some still filled with beverage at Maverick as some of the cup shots land as he tosses his mic down and pats his key giving Crush his infamous finger guns as he leaves.
We cut to the back as we see Morrison running across the Parking lot towards the large shadowy figure of Jack Tyde.
Morrison: Mister Tyde, Please if I could have a word!
Tyde turns and stares down at the much smaller man.
Tyde: Make it quick simpleton, the Tyde of change loams and it refuses to be delayed by the likes of you.
Morrison: yea ok, uh what the hell was that out there? What is up with you and TJ? or you and Jack? Are you back in IIW? What about Tex, Hamilton, The Nightmare Court?
Tyde: The Nightmare Court will forever hold judgment over the likes of lesser beings, We act as judge, jury and executioner for the gladiators that compete in the battlefield that is IIW. Tonight was the start of the Trial of TJ Alexander, the fallen warrior that has never truly embraced the power that lurks deep within him.
He pauses as he looks at Morrison who says nothing.
Tyde: I see you are having a hard time grasping the meaning of my words so I shall elaborate. You see around a year ago the greatest warriors that walked this land battled each week on Friday Night Combat. The war that was waged was built upon the blood, and sweat of great warriors. The brothers feuded from birth and ended it in a great clash for Gold, Crush and PG-13. The wealthy Hamilton family proved they are as tough as they are rich. The lone warrior seeking to end old scores with Raines and Tolly. But none as epic, none as important to Combat as the struggle between light and dark, the clashes between Caleb Scott and TJ Alexander. A battle that TJ should have won, a war that TJ should have decimated his foe in. But TJ never gave into the true power, you see while Caleb Walked in the darkness, Tj fought it. He turned to the light, but he is not a being of light, he is a beast of pure darkness. So today we start his trail, either he accepts his true power, transforms into what should be or suffers the verdict of the Nightmare Court. Today TJ you have been given a chance to prove your worth,
Court is now in session.
With that he turns and walks away leaving Morrison with very little to say.
Morrison: Well you hear it here, the Trail of the century I guess!
