Mayhem – 22nd April: Show Preview
Get ready for another explosive edition of Mayhem, airing live on April 22nd! With a stacked lineup of matches and intense rivalries, this promises to be a night of non-stop action and drama in the world of IIW.
Match 1: Casimir Larska vs. Ryan McCann
The mysterious Casimir Larska takes on the formidable and good looking Ryan McCann in what promises to be a clash of styles and personalities.
Match 2: Leichenberg vs. TJ Alexander – Number One TV Title Contender Match
Two rising stars collide as Leichenberg and TJ Alexander battle it out for the opportunity to become the number one contender for the TV Title. With both competitors hungry for success, expect nothing less than a hard-hitting encounter.
Match 3: Jack Me Hoff vs. Hellbreaker - TV Title Match
In a highly anticipated showdown, Jack Me Hoff defends his TV Title against the fierce Hellbreaker. Can Jack retain his championship, or will Hellbreaker prove to be too much to handle?
Match 4: Ed Stoker vs. Jamie Starr
Veteran grappler Ed Stoker faces off against the new star Jamie Starr in a match that promises to showcase a clash of styles and techniques. Who will emerge victorious in this battle of experience versus youth?
Match 5: Andre Cash vs. Trent Darby
Two hungry competitors, Andre Cash and Trent Darby, square off in a showdown that could potentially steal the spotlight. With both men looking to make a name for themselves, expect fireworks in the ring.
Match 6: Jack Tyde vs. John Blade
The Nautical Nightmare Jack Tyde looks to make waves as he takes on the hard-hitting John Blade in a match that promises to be hard-hitting and intense from start to finish.
Match 7: Gemini vs. Michael Hunter
The enigmatic Gemini makes his IIW Debut to face off against the resilient Michael Hunter in a battle of wills. Will Gemini start his reign of terror, or will Michael Hunter prove to be his undoing?
Main Event: Crush/James vs. Borgata
In the main event of the evening, Crush and Jesse James team up to take on the formidable duo of Borgata. But there's a twist – if Crush and Jesse James win, the member who scores the pinfall gets to decide the stipulation for the Global Title match at Explosion. With so much on the line, tensions are sure to run high as these four competitors collide in the ring.
Match 1: Casimir Laska vs. Ryan McCann
(The show begins with the ring surrounded by various men in all different Runway-Esque attire. The cameraman shoots a 360 angle to show 25+ men surrounding the ringside area as the live crowd viciously chants “IIW!” The models, standing tall and proud, are all wearing matte black masks.)
(Chris Norton stands alone in the ring to introduce his friend and tag team partner Ryan McCann.)
Chris: Happy Monday to all you ugly, ugly monsters out there!!!!
(The live audience gets even louder after being called monsters. Their chants of “IIW!” now turn to direct boos towards Chris Norton.)
Chris: How dare you all boo the 33rd Sexiest Male in all of the land!
(The left sector of the audience begins chants of, “U! G!”, while the right furiously reciprocates with, “L! Y!”)
Chris: I’m ugly? You’re calling me ugly? Why you pack garbage meat and cheese and sugar filled concoctions down your fat throats, you’re going to call me UGLY!?
How dare you, especially on a night as special as tonight! Let’s get the ball rolling shall we!?
Without further adieu, I present to you my partner and best friend. All stand up and be taken aback by the 18th Sexiest Male in the World…
RYAN MCCANN!!!!
(“Just Like You” by Three Days Grace begins to play and the crowd erupts in boos as Ryan makes his way down to the ring. He takes his time admiring the outfits of all the Male Models surrounding the ringside area. Once he enters the ring, Ryan climbs to the top of the nearest corner and tosses his arms in the air, urging the crowd to boo louder. Ryan runs around the ring and is handed the microphone by Chris.)
Ryan: You are all luck you don’t have to wear the same masks as these lovely gentlemen out here – because there isn’t a thing SEXIER in this city than the two men standing in this ring right now.
(The UGLY chants begin again, louder than before, clearly irritating both men.)
Ryan: As two of the Sexiest Men in the World – it is our job, our duty, our privilege to present to you a project we have been working on for quite some time. The World needs to understand the importance of strong, good-looking and powerful men!
Please put down your Cheeseburgers and Pepsis for one second to look at the screen and the NEW Sexiest Men Photo Shoot we have been working on!
(The Screen displays an hourglass and some upbeat Runway music.)
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The Photo Shoot (youtube.com)
(The video seems to get interrupted, clearly upsetting both Chris and Ryan. As the video resumes, it depicts demonic tones, people being chased – immediately flashing back to the upbeat Photo Shoot. The video directs attention to some of Ryan’s greatest photogenic moments, again interrupted by the satanic screams and warnings of a masked vigilante wielding a crowbar.)
Ryan: Damnit to hell, cut this right now! PRODUCTION, cut this right now!
(The entire arena grows dark. The same terrifying ambush-like music begins to play as the arena remains blind. A spotlight immediately hits the center of the ring. All of the men previously surrounding the ring are now gone – while Ryan and Chris remain side by side in a panic.
The crowd begins chants of “HOLY SHIT!” – as the camera pans directly behind the two. One man remains wearing the same matte black mask as the models. He slowly rips off the mask to revel himself, Casimir Laska.)
Mike Fisher: Poor Jimmy Brooks found out last week that Casimir Laska is absolutely not to be trifled with.
Scott James: I’ll be honest with you, he’s one of the most terrifying people I’ve ever seen.
Laska stood in his corner as the bell rang, Ryan McCann began to approach the center of the ring but had a puzzled look on his face when Casimir remained in his corner.
Mike Fisher: Mind games early on from Casimir Laska.
Scott James: Mind games? I think he has been living rent free in everyone’s mind since last Mayhem!
Ryan approach Casimir and went for a collar and elbow in the corner, Casimir obliged but then sent Ryan flying to the center of the ring as he pushed him back. McCann climbed to his feet and charged Casimir, who hadn’t moved from the corner. McCann began with a flurry of chops and palm strikes to Casimir’s chest, “woooos” followed from the crowd but Casimir ate each shot.
Mike Fisher: I have a bad feeling about this for young Ryan McCann.
Scott James: I think buddies’ career might be in danger, he might wanna slide out of the ring and take a count out lose.
Casimir grabbed Ryan’s next chop and then landed a massive headbutt that echoed through the arena. Ryan waltzed backwards holding his head. Casimir came up behind him, went between McCann’s legs and squatted Ryan into the air before dropping him face first with an Electric Chair Drop. Casimir popped back to his feet, he stared down at Ryan.
Mike Fisher: It’s like an apex predator stalking it’s prey. My God!
Scott James: I thought we were watching IIW Mayhem on Netflix not some crap about lions attacking on the Discovery channel!
McCann began to slowly move on the mat as Casimir slowly walked around his opponent in circles. McCann got to his knees and then to his feet, he looked to his opponent only to be locked into a Mandible Claw. McCann began to scream in agony as the referee checked for the tap.
Mike Fisher: Casimir Laska calls this one the Hush Little Baby.
Scott James: Aptly named, if I do say so myself.
Casimir pushed McCann back into the corner, the referee began the count but Casimir let go at four to maximize his opponent’s agony. McCann got a short reprieve but Casimir hit him with a body splash in the corner before pulling him out of the corner and lifting him up in a uranage and slamming him down with a Rock Bottom. Casimir pulled McCann to his feet and slammed his head with a few open palms before beginning to smash knee strikes into Ryan’s face. Ryan fell to the mat as Casimir outstretched his arms for the crowd to a mixed reaction.
Mike Fisher: I’m not sure that Ryan McCann has much left to give at this point.
Scott James: I don’t think he had much to give to begin with–Casimir Laska is a monster unlike none other.
Casimir lets Ryan get to his knees but before he can put his torso vertical Casimir charges and connects with his punt kick called the Twinkle, Twinkle. Casimir laughs as the referee goes to check on Ryan but Casimir reaches down and pulls his opponent up, locking him into a Sister Abigail position before being lifted up into a Tombstone Piledriver and dropping him on the top of his head.
Mike Fisher: That’s the Beware! That’s gotta be it.
Scott James: That’s gotta be it for Ryan McCann’s ability to walk as well!
Casimir looked down at his opponent. He signaled to the audience for “one more”. He pointed to the sky and then outstretched his arms in a crucifix position as the referee checked Ryan McCann.
Mike Fisher: I think he’s looking for the Aware, if he does that this one is for sure done!
Scott James: If the official let’s that happen, Ryan McCann is one hundred percent a paraplegic.
Before Casimir could reach down the referee signalled for the bell.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via referee stoppage…CASIMIR LASKA!!!!
Casimir looked enraged as the referee blocked the body of Ryan McCann. Casimir looked down and pulled the referee up by the shirt, holding him with one arm.
Mike Fisher: If Casimir does this he might find himself suspended!
Scott James: I don’t think anyone has the balls to suspend that man.
Suddenly the lights in the arena cut off for a few seconds before cutting back on. The referee was left standing in the ring over Ryan McCann’s body but Casimir Laska was nowhere to be seen.
"I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls starts to play and almost every fan in the arena starts to boo. The IIW TV Champion, Jack N. Mehoff comes through the curtain wearing a lime green suit that looks straight out of Saul Goodmans wardrobe. He has a cocky grin on his face, and a cardboard box in his hands.
He walks down the isle, ignoring the fans, stopping briefly in front of a little kid, and screams at him, causing him to cry before he continues walking toward the ring with an evil smile on his face.
He steps in the ring and grabs the mic. Before Jack can say anything, fans start chanting "You've got herpes." Jack does not look happy with that chant.
Jack: I'll have you know, the medication I've been on cleared that up weeks ago.
James: Now that was something I did not need to hear about.
Jack: Now if all you rednecks are done, I've got an announcement to make. As you know, I am the current IIW TV Champion. It's a title known as "the workhorse championship" because it's defended at every show, and frankly that's fine with me, because I know Osh is not happy I have it, so he's going to throw everything he has at trying to get it off of me. But that's fine with me because it means I don't need to look for competition, they're coming to me. Osh, keep throwing people at me, and I'll keep embarrassing them.
But, I do have one huge problem with the "IIW TV title," and that's its name. The "Television" championship. What are we? Stuck in the 80's? Everybody knows, TV is dead. Frankly, the only people who watch TV anymore are the trailer trash in this crowd, who are too cheap to subscribe Netflix and instead connect hook an antenna up to their TV and spend all day watch Jerry Springer reruns. What's next the Blockbuster Championship? The VHS Tournament?
Everybody knows, it's all about streaming these days. So, with that in mind, I've got two announcements to make. First of all, the TV title is being retired. I decided to take the belt and do something appropriate with it.
Fisher: Does he even have the authority to do that?
James: Like him or not, he does make a good point about the name of the title. And besides that, he's the champ. He can do what he wants
Jack reaches into the box he brought out with him and pulls out a large piece of metal. He turns it toward the camera, and it's a 1980s rabbit ears antenna with the plates from the IIW TV title welded onto it. The fans are booing heavily as Jack walks around the ring, holding up what used to be a prestigious title belt. Jack tosses the metal abomination into the crowd.
Jack: Here kid. Take that home and go watch the A Team. Now, it's time to focus on the future and that is giving you a championship not just for the present but the future.
Jack reaches into his box and pulls out a black bag.
Jack: Now unlike several other egomaniac in this business. I did not pay someone to create a custom belt just for me. I didn't have my name engraved on it. I did not put... a spinner on it. Instead, what I did was, I went out and got a corporate sponsor to create a title belt. This belt is unique. It's a symbol of this company. And it's
worth more than your paycheck, and I'm gonna use this to inspire you.
Jack holds the bag up and removes the belt from the bag, revealing this.
Match 2: Leichenberg vs. TJ Alexander – Number One TV Title Contender Match
Two rising stars collide as Leichenberg and TJ Alexander battle it out for the opportunity to become the number one contender for the TV Title. With both competitors hungry for success, expect nothing less than a hard-hitting encounter.
The ref checks both men then calls for the bell. They lock up, the more aggressive Liechenberg pushes his opponent back to a corner. The ref begins to count, Liechenberg slaps TJ Alexander’s face then ducks through the ropes to avoid his foes angry charge. Liechenberg smirks as he mock ducks and dives to avoid ’s attack. The ref counts as he orders TJ Alexander to back off. A well-placed boot to the knee sends hobbling away. Liechenberg is on him clipping the knee from behind, then following up with a rolling leg stretch.
Mike Fisher – As much as I hate his tactics Liechenberg is a shrewd tactician. He suckered TJ Alexander him then struck. More stomps to the calf and thigh
Scott James – We’ve know that TJ Alexander can take a lot of damage and keep going. But no matter how tough someone is if they lose the use of their legs they are finished.
Mike Fisher – He’s really punishing him here… damn he wrapped his leg hard around that ring post. Get them back in the ring ref.
Revealing in his advantage Liechenberg stops to sip his coffee. A quick kiss to Cora takes his attention long enough for TJ Alexander to slingshot himself over the top rope. Both men crash to the mat. TJ Alexander is up first hopping on one leg as he dives back into the ring. Liechenberg is up seconds later; he leaps toward the ring to beat the ref’s count. slips between the ropes with a dropkick sending Liechenberg sprawling. The weed-fuelled warrior skins the cat back into the ring. Furious Liechenberg kicks and slaps the barrier he turns to see TJ Alexander slingshotting himself into a hurricarana.
Worried the men are injured the ref slips out to check on them. Liechenberg shoves him away and heads back to the squared circle.
Struggling to see TJ Alexander re-enters the ring, a Liechenberg knee to the temple cuts him off.
DDT! 1-2- TJ Alexander kicks out.
Undeterred Liechenberg grinds his forearm into Lichtenberg’s eyes and temples. He can taste the victory and won’t give in. More knees to his temple follow before he is whipped towards the buckle, Liechenberg tugs down on his opponents’ arm seconds before impact making him land upside down awkwardly in the corner.
An elbow drop lands on ’s face busting his nose. Liechenberg steps over him to climb to the middle rope. He sits on the top rope sizing TJ Alexander up as he tries to scoot away out of the danger zone. Bereft of energy TJ Alexander stops and can barely keep his eyes open as Liechenberg leaps with another elbow drop.
With a handful of tights Liechenberg pulls TJ towards him and out of the ring. Grown tired of Liechenbergs ringside antics the ref stops him from diving after TJ Alexander. Never one to keep his mouth shut Liechenberg screams at the ref backing him up across the ring.
Schadenfreude!!!!!!
Liechenberg goes for the pin but no referee is there to count?
JACK TYDE has pulled the referee out of the ring! He laughs at Liechenberg… and points behind him as TJ Alexander is prepping himself… GAME OVER
TJ makes the pin as Jack Tyde slides into the ring making the count
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TJ Alexander is the winner
Mike Fisher: Is Jack Tyde even allowed to make the count?
TJ looks confused at Jack…who winks at him
Then
JACK Lays out TJ Alexander! He leaves the ring in a spate of chaos as both TJ and Liechenberg are down for the count.
Match 3: Jack Me Hoff vs. Hellbreaker - TV Title Match
In a highly anticipated showdown, Jack Me Hoff defends his TV Title against the fierce Hellbreaker. Can Jack retain his championship, or will Hellbreaker prove to be too much to handle?
The lights in the arena go dark and fog starts coming from the entrance ramp. A white spotlight shines on a lone female singer wearing a black robe. A soft, medieval sounding band plays behind her.
Singer: Our hero, our hero, claims a young madens heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonporn comes
A man wielding power of the ancient kama sutra arts
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes
It's an end to the line of all of his foes
Beware, beware, the Dragonporn comes
For the darkness has passed, and his (bleep) yet grows
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonporns come
James: I haven't heard a song that vulgar since John Cena dressed like a school girl in Ricky Stanicky.
A loud roar can be heard through the arena, and a giant dragon that looks like Macho Man Randy Savage lands on the ramp and breathes fire over the crowd, a crowd that seems strangely unaware of.
James: OH SHIT. A DRAGON. RUN!
Fisher: Will you settle down. Look up from your monitor and look at the stage. That thing is augmented reality.
James: I don't care what type of reality it is. I'm finding some Slim Jim's to try to pacify it.
The theme from Skyrim starts to play and the "Brazzers Streaming" Champion, Jack Mehoff walks through the entrance, wearing armor straight from Skyrim. He walks down the isle, ignoring the fans. He tries climbing into the ring, but gets stuck in the ropes for a second thanks to the battle ax he has on his back. He stands in a corner as Alice Goldier makes her introduction.
Alice: Currently in the ring. He is the Brazzers Streaming champion. Coming from Skyrim job. The Human Butt Plug because....he's a pain in the ass. The Dragon Porn, Jack N. Mehoff.
As the bell rings both men approach one another and go for the lock-up. Hellbreaker catches Jack M.Hoff in a headlock, and is whipped into the ropes, receiving an arm drag upon his return. Hellbreaker pops back to his feet and gives Jack M.Hoff an arm drag of his own, followed up by an arm bar, holding him to the mat. Jack twists his way out of it and pops up, whipping Hellbreaker into the ropes again and following it with a hip toss. Hellbreaker jumps back to his feet and they go for another lock-up, but he is met with a kick to the gut by Jack M.Hoff, doubling him over, followed by a hard forearm to the back of the head sending him crashing to his knees. Getting behind him, Jack M.Hoff immediately tries to lock him into a full nelson but Hellbreaker rolls forward and catches Jack’s legs in a cradle.
1........2…. Kick out By Jack M.Hoff!
Mike Fisher:"Jack M.Hoff is a boss!"
Scott James:"You're like sixty three Mike. don't say phrases like that."
Jack M.Hoff gets right out of it and rushes forward with a stiff clothesline that sends Hellbreaker down to the mat hard, almost flipping in mid-air, landing awkwardly on his side. Not going for the cover, Jack lands a few stomps to Hellbreaker’s downed body. Jack places Hellbreaker into a figure four leg lock and leans back to apply pressure to the hold. After struggling against the pain for close to a solid minute Hellbreaker is able to crawl towards the edge of the ring and grab hold of the bottom rope. Jack breaks the hold and jumps back to his feet. Hellbreaker does the same and dazes Jack with a sharp kick to the midsection before starting to run against the ropes. Jack catches him as he comes back and hits a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex. Jack goes for a cover on Hellbreaker.
1……..2…. Kick out by Hellbreaker!
Mike Fisher:"Jack has this one. The man is a superstar!"
Scott James:"We will see, we will see."
Jack M.Hoff picks up Hellbreaker by the head and whips him into the corner. Jack follows it up with a running clothesline causing Hellbreaker to crash to the canvas. He drags Hellbreaker back up and whips him to the ropes. Hellbreaker comes back and goes for a cross body block but Jack catches him in mid air. He sends Hellbreaker crashing to the mat with a spinebuster! Jack makes it back to his feet and works the audience while Hellbreaker lies motionless on the mat. Jack turns back around to face Hellbreaker and catches his foot just as Hellbreaker attempts a kick to the gut. He hops with his one free leg, and out of nowhere he clocks Jack with an enziguri! Hellbreaker goes for a cover on Jack M.Hoff.
1…………2… .. Kick out by Jack M.Hoff!
Mike Fisher:"A lot of pinfalls in this match."
Scott James:"Very close calls! This is an intense match!"
Hellbreaker is the first one to his feet. He drags Jack up and hits a few forearms to the face before whipping him into the ropes. When Jack M.Hoff comes back Hellbreaker hits him with a tremendous spinning wheel kick that looks like it took his head clean off! Hellbreaker waits for the Answer to get up again, and when he does so, he attempts to drop him with a running clothesline but Jack is able to duck the move at the last second. Jack grabs Hellbreaker and locks him into a full nelson. He lifts Hellbreaker into the air with the move applied and sends him crashing to the mat with a devastating full nelson slam. He drags Hellbreaker back to his feet and the two begin exchanging punches. Jack M.Hoff gets the better end of it and when Hellbreaker begins to stagger, Jack M.Hoff sends him over the top rope with a running clothesline. Jack rolls to the outside and drags Hellbreaker to his feet. He lifts him up in a firemans carry and prepares to drop him on top of the steel barricade. Hellbreaker slips out of it and lands behind Jack M.Hoff. He grabs a hold of him and uses all of his strength to send Jack crashing down on top of the concrete floor with an awkward looking suplex.
Mike Fisher:"That was ugly..."
Scott James:"That was impressive!"
Hellbreaker is the first one to his feet as he rolls back inside of the ring on the count of five. Jack M.Hoff pulls himself back up and rolls back in as well. Hellbreaker stomps on Jack M.Hoff a few times before dragging him to his feet. The two men lock up and Jack M.Hoff easily overpowers Hellbreaker by shoving him down to the canvas. Hellbreaker stands back up and begins to taunt Jack before attempting another lock up. Jack M.Hoff takes the bait and Hellbreaker slaps him across the mouth in a showing of disrespect. Jack stops in his tracks and looks up at Hellbreaker with an annoyed expression. When Hellbreaker starts to laugh at his opponent Jack M.Hoff charges him, jumping over the top getting behind him and hitting him with THE LOADBLWEOR that has Hellbreaker writhing in pain. Jack M.Hoff goes for another cover on Hellbreaker.
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Mike Fisher: It means a lot to this kid doesn’t it
Scott James: got to believe he’s going places
(We come back from commercial to find Ed Stoker preparing for his match against Jamie Starr later tonight. He is pacing back and forth in the locker room area, doing what he can to stay ready for his bout. The lights flicker briefly, causing Ed to become irritated. Once again pacing, the lights now completely shut off. Ed grabs for his cell phone in hopes to use the flashlight setting, but sees no functions are available. The phone seems to be shut down – but the screen luminates with the word “AWARE” appearing in black link upon the luminary background.)
Ed Stoker: Where are you?! I know you are here – I feel you here. No more games. I will not play any more games.
Voice: This was never a game.
(Ed lays down his cellphone and promptly puts his hands up in the defense position. The camera pans back slowly to find Casimir Laska sitting backwards in a steel chair faced to another steel chair in front of him. A candle on a small table lights the room.)
Casimir Laska: Care to join me Ed?
(Ed turns around slowly, coming face to face with Casimir. He walks over to the chair, holding the top as if he were going to pick the chair up for use. Instead, he sits.)
Ed Stoker: Are you the one?
Casimir Laska: I am a lot of things, Ed. I am everything Ed. Not many comprehend that yet, but they will. Now you, you seem to have understood.
Ed Stoker: What do you want?
Casimir Laska: I do not want anything. I never have. But I do need. I needed you to become aware, Ed.
Ed Stoker: Aware of what?
Casimir Laska: What we do with the messages we receive are choices of our own. Some are rewarded, some are punished.
Ed Stoker: If you are looking to start a fight, I am ready. I have been off lately – but I am wide awake now.
Casimir Laska: EXACTLY! You chose the right answer to the messages given to you. Because of that, there’s no crosshairs on your head. There’s no target on your chest.
Ed Stoker: So what are we doing here?
Casimir Laska: Like I said Ed, I need. I need something from you tonight. Jamie Starr. An illustrious family man – handed the keys to the business. Do you know how that makes me feel Ed?
Ed Stoker: H…..(Ed is cutoff immediately)
Casimir Laska: IT MAKES ME SICK TO MY GOD DAMN STOMACH, ED. It makes me ill – somebody like him – being able to walk these halls because of what others have done before him. Do you know what others have done for me Ed? NOTHING. What have they done for you Ed?
Ed Stoker: Nothing.
Casimir Laska: Exactly. I need you to make Jamie Starr aware, Ed. I need you to take that confidence from the guidance I have given you – and make him fucking aware.
I don’t want to send any more messages Ed.
I better not need to send anymore messages. Ed.
(The candle flames out – the lights turn instantly on – and the chair holding Casimir is now empty. Ed sits calmly, starring at the empty chair in front of him as the camera pans out of scene.)
Match 4: Ed Stoker vs. Jamie Starr
Veteran grappler Ed Stoker faces off against the new star Jamie Starr in a match that promises to showcase a clash of styles and techniques. Who will emerge victorious in this battle of experience versus youth?
Starr and Stoker squared off, and almost instantly they begin to throw punches at each other, Stoker ended up getting the upper hand when he shoved Starr out of the way and put him on his ass with a clothesline. Stoker bounced off the ropes and did a rolling thunder like manoeuvre, the move hurt Starr but he stood back up shortly after he caught Stoker out of no where with a super kick though that had the fans going crazy early on.
Scott James: Ouch!
Mike Fisher: ED might be out early.
Starr went for the cover but ED was simply playing possum as he tried to roll Jamie up, it didn’t work though as he jumped out of it, ED rolled back up as Jamie went for a clothesline and ED countered with a hurricanrana, the move went Starr into the ropes as ED jumped on his back and then stood on the back of it as he held onto the top rope until the ref counted to four, telling him to break it. Starr held his throat as ED tried to choke him, Starr got back up and ED went for a spinning wheel kick but he missed as his leg bounced off the ropes, this allowed Jamie to go for a standing tornado DDT which he got as he quickly covered ED.
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Mike Fisher: Not that easily, early on, but some high octane action we’re seeing!
Scott James: These guys want it bad, what can you say.
ED kicked out and Jamie got a hold of him as he lifted him up for a suplex, he got it and this time he took the ropes and used them to his advantage as he dragged ED close to them and went onto the apron. Jamie leaped over the top rope and landed on Stoker with his back. Jamie stood up slapping his chest as he picked ED up in order to get him away from the ropes, with ED away from them he grabbed him once again and connected with a scoop slam and then attempted a standing moonsault
Starr was on fire and ED made it back to his feet but he jumped into the air and grabbed Jamie’s head and brought his knees down to the floor for a vicious jawbreaker hurt Starr a lot as he turned around and ED brought him down to the mat with a thunderous DDT, the move left Starr laying as he hooked the leg.
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ED can’t believe it!
Starr began to get back into the contest, as he slipped out of ED Stoker's grasp as he was about to execute a Pendulum Backbreaker. Starr slid down the back of ED Stoker, and turned him face to face with him; a brutal yet very unexpected Pele Kick homing in on ED Stoker's chin, and eventually hitting it's target. It appeared that he was back in the contest, and was ready to wrap up the match.
ED Stoker is reeling on the ropes, gasping for air, grasping the actual air itself, for balance and composure - but finding neither. It appeared as if Jamie Starr was about to turn a once bleak match into a victorious one, as Jamie powers down Ed
Starr goes for the pin
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3.NO KICK OUT!
Scott James: What an amazing debut we are getting here by Jamie Starr
Jamie looks on annoyed at the young kid who has kicked out of his signature move, he rakes him to standing position, he picks him up and launches him into the ropes, bending down to drop him over his head but ED slides through Jamie’s legs, he bounces off the ropes and BULLDOG! He takes Jamie Starr down
Mike Fisher: Can Ed build some momentum here to finish it off?
He continues to attack Jamie Starr swinging away at him, he looks to hook him up for a vertical suplex…he HOLDS HIM HIGH!!!
Scott James: Didn’t think Ed had this in him!
He continues……unfortunately he loses his balance dropping Starr behind him out of the move, dazed, Starr takes advantage quickly spinning around and charging with the STARRSTRUCKER
Jamie quickly goes for the cover
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Scott James: Jamie Has pulled off the victory!
(The camera cuts to the Gorilla Position where Andre Cash can be seen doing a variation of jumping jacks, lunges, and squats in preparation for his upcoming match against Trent Darby. There is a viewing screen directly in front of him. As he continues to prepare the screen flashes and shows the familiar graveyard vignette and beware logo that has been associated with Casimir Laska’s debut. It stops and again shows the IIW logo. Andre shakes his head in disgust but continues his warmup. The lights flicker and the logo appears on the screen again.)
Andre Cash: Listen up you little Voodoo Bitch, I don’t have the time or patience for your stupid fucking games.
Producer: Andre, you’re gonna go on in 3 man. You ready?
Andre Cash: What the hell do you mean am I ready? Of course I’m ready. I left, but I still remember how to run this place. Do you understand me?
Producer: Just need you to get in curtain position Andre, that’s it.
Andre Cash: Lucky I don’t throw your ass through that curtain.
(Andre moves towards the curtain position while still mumbling obscenities to himself over what just happened. As he approaches and enters the curtain position, he soon finds that he isn’t alone.)
Casimir Laska: Boo! (followed by childish laughter).
Andre Cash: God Damnit man! I told you I don’t have patience for these fucking games with you.
Casimir Laska: Andre, Andre, Andre – I’m not playing games man, just a little riffing between friends.
Andre Cash: I’m not your fucking friend, ok? Now go run off and play in a cemetery somewhere.
Casimir Laska: What’s ironic is – I think you and me, actually, could be pretty good friends. I’m not the big bad scary monster you think I’m trying to be Andre.
Andre Cash: Well, your pathetic little video message with that biblical bullshit would say otherwise.
Casimir Laska: Messages are nothing more than an attempt to make somebody…aware, Andre.
Andre Cash: Aware of what? Is that a threat Boogeyman?
Casimir Laska: (laughing again) Yea, it could be. Or it could be a welcoming, an awakening, an extended hand. It could be the start of something great – or, if perceived and acted on wrong – the end of someone’s greatness.
Producer: YOU’RE ON CASH.
(“Killer” by Eminem begins to play as Andre jolts Casimir aside.)
Andre Cash: Listen Freddy Kruger, I have a match to go win.
Casimir Laska: Oh, I’m aware Andre. I’ll be watching.
(Andre continues through the curtain, as the camera hard pans on Casimir gazing maniacally through the curtain.)
Match 5: Andre Cash vs. Trent Darby
Two hungry competitors, Andre Cash and Trent Darby, square off in a showdown that could potentially steal the spotlight. With both men looking to make a name for themselves, expect fireworks in the ring.
*The bell sounds and the two men meet in the middle of the ring with a lockup. Trent takes control grabbing a wrist lock. Cash counters by doing a front toll and nipping up to his feet and spinning under into a wrist lock of his own. Trent shoves his elbow into the arms of Cash and breaks the hold and takes Cash down with a double leg and moves into a side headlock.*
Scott Cash: Looks like we are going to have ourselves a nice wrestling match here.
Mike Fisher: Technical wrestling, high flying, and brawls, you get it all here in IIW.
*Cash has worked up to his feet and fires an elbow into the ribs of Trent and then spins into a top wrist lock on Trent. Cash drives Trent down to the mat with the top wrist lock, but Trent bridges on his head to keep his shoulders off the mat. Trent powers back up and begins to take control and bend Cash backwards, as he does Cash throws himself down and begins yelling at the Referee that Trent pulled his hair. The Referee questions Trent, taking Trent attention away from Cash, allowing Cash to kick Trent in the back of the head, breaking the hold.*
Scott Cash: How underhanded by Andre Cash.
Mike Fisher: It might have been underhanded, but it sure did work.
*Trent holds his head trying to shake the blow off as Cash gets to his feet and charges at him. Trent side steps and shoves Cash’s right into the turnbuckle where Cash hits hard. Cash stagers around right into a big right hand from Trent that drops him. Cash rolls to outside looking for a breather but Trent follows after him. Cash begins to run from Trent and Trent gives chase. Cash rolls in under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet. As Trent begins to slide in under the bottom rope Cash goes for an elbow drop, but Trent saw it coming and stops, sliding back out as Cash falls right on the mat.*
Scott Cash: Quick and smart thinking there by Trent Darby.
*Trent grabs Cash by the head and pulls him out of the ring and drops him to the ground below. Cash is slowly getting to his feet when Trent grabs him, lifts him up, and whips him into the security railing. Cash staggers forward and Trent grabs Cash by the head and throws him back into the ring and follow in. Cash staggers back into a corner but Trent is on top of him, grabbing Cash and shooting him hard across the ring into the turnbuckle where Cash hits so hard it knocks him on his face.
Cash slowly staggers to his feet and Trent is there to help lift him up and then shoots him into the opposite turnbuckle and follows him in. Cash though catches the top rope and goes up and over Trent ducks under and stops himself in the corner. Trent turns right into a left jab from Cash. Trent staggers a bit and Cash grabs him and tries to shoot him off but Trent reverses and again sends Cash hard into the corner and Trent follows up with a running clothesline into the corner… he bounces out FACTCHECKER!
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Alice: Trent Darby is your winner!
Match 6: Jack Tyde vs. John Blade
The Nautical Nightmare Jack Tyde looks to make waves as he takes on the hard-hitting John Blade in a match that promises to be hard-hitting and intense from start to finish.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Steel Chain” necklace and shows it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight
Alice Goldier: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, standing at six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at 260 pounds, he is “The Surgeon of Thuganomics”...JOHN BLADE!!!
The lights dim and turn red as fog slowly begins to roll out at the top of the entrance ramp. Over the PA 'Alestorm' by Alestorm begins to blast and as the rock music plays the fans let out a chorus of boos.
Go! A Storm is coming
The cold is mind numbing
Darkness is descending
Die, there's no escapting
We're all anticipating
Smashing your brains tonight!
As the lyrics are heard we can see a figure slowly emerge from below the entrance ramp. As he raises his large frame comes into focus as we see Jack Tyde. Not along however as his 'companion' Shante' Waverly is cackling at his side. The two being to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. Tyde's focus is straight ahead not pausing to even acknowlege the fans. Shante however mocks them and laughs at them as she goes by. Once in at the steel steps Jack pauses striking a 'Captain Morgan' like pose on the steps, as he does the Pyro explodes form all four corners sounding like cannons firing. Once the explosions die down he enters the ring and sits down in the far corner waiting for his opponent.
Alice Goldier: And his opponent, he hails from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 253 pounds, he is “The Nautical Nightmare”....JACK TYDE!!!
Mike Fisher: Two young, rising stars ready to see who takes their next step towards championship gold here in the IIW.
Scott James: They’re definitely two guys with two of the best nicknames this sport has ever witnessed, that’s for sure.
The match began with Tyde dipping behind Blade and locking in a waistlock, before picking him up and slamming him down face first. Tyde floated over and locked in a jawlock while digging his knee into the small of Blade’s back. The referee checked for the submission but Blade waved him off before breaking the hold with his hands and rolling out from underneath. Blade got to his feet and charged with a clothesline but Tyde ducked, Tyde went for one of his own but this time Blade was able to duck.
Mike Fisher: These two athletes showing just how even they are here in the early going.
Scott James: All it’s going to take is one mistake though.
Tyde turned back around to a forearm smash to the face, then another. Blade backed him up to the ropes and delivered and overhand chop before throwing him to the ropes and connecting with a flying shoulder tackle. Blade scurried over to make the cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: The Surgeon of Thuganomics seems ready to kick it into another gear.
Scott James: You might just say that his…time is now.
Blade got to his feet and took Tyde over with a hiptoss and then drove his knee into the back of Tyde’s head. Blade dropped down for another cover …1 …2 …kickout! Blade got to his feet and shook the kickout off. He returned to Tyde, now at his feet, Blade kicked him in the gut and went to lift him up for a suplex but Tyde blocked it. Tyde brought Blade over with a suplex of his own. Tyde went for the cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: We’ve got ourselves a back and forth encounter here, showing just how hungry each of these young competitors are.
Scott James: That’s what you’ve got to do here in the IIW…you gotta find some way to stick out and the quickest way is to outwrestle each opponent that management throws in front of you.
Tyde and Blade got to their feet and began to exchange right hands in the center of the ring as the crowd cheered on Blade and booed Tyde. Tyde grabbed the upperhand when he blocked a right and delivered a headbutt. Tyde tossed Blade into the corner and charged hitting an elbow strike. Tyde climbed to the middle rope and began to strike Blade’s forehead with right hands when the crowd began to pop.
Mike Fisher: Now what is this? What’s with all of the commotion?
Scott James: Look at the top of the ramp…that’s TJ Alexander!
The crowd began to chant for one of their long time IIW favorites, TJ Alexander. Tyde struck Blade once more before looking up to the rampway and shouting at TJ who shouted back and began to walk down the ramp. Tyde hopped off of Blade and got halfway through the ropes as TJ approached the ringside area. The referee warned him and Tyde turned back into the ring…
Mike Fisher: I love TJ Alexander as much as the next guy but the official needs to get him to head back up the ramp.
Scott James: I couldn’t agree more!
The official barked orders at TJ who began to backtrack up the ramp as Tyde developed a smirk. Tyde turned around and the crowd erupted as Blade lifted him onto his shoulders
Mike Fisher: Could this be it?!
Scott James: BLADE SLAM!!!!
Blade slammed Tyde onto the mat with an FU and made the cover …1 …2 …3!!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…JOHN BLADE!!!!
Mike Fisher: Huge win right here for John Blade!
Scott James: And a huge assist goes to TJ Alexander!
Match 7: Gemini vs. Michael Hunter
The enigmatic Gemini makes his IIW Debut to face off against the resilient Michael Hunter in a battle of wills. Will Gemini start his reign of terror, or will Michael Hunter prove to be his undoing?
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
The opening harmony to Sad but true plays over the PA system as the lights go dark and a cold chill arises throughout the arena. Standing atop the stage, looking down the ramp with malice in his eyes, is the entity known as "Gemini". Murmurs begin to be heard from the crowd as the man takes calculated steps down the ramp, his eyes appear to be glazed over as he fixates on the ring.
ALICE GOLDIER:: Introducing... From The edge of Sanity... weighing in at 247 pounds... The Harbinger of Fear... GEMINI!
The low humming sound of boos reverberates throughout the arena as Gemini wanders over to the steps, scaling them one by one before standing atop the apron. Entering the ring through the top and middle rope, he walks over to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as the lights return to normal.
The lights go dim around the whole arena as "Blow Me Away" hits on the sound system. As the first words hit in the song Hunter makes his way onto the stage. He walks to the end of the stage just before the ramp and crosses his arms. He closes his eyes and lifts his head up as if he is absorbing the atmosphere. Then he raise both hands in the air as pyros go off behind him. Afterwards he opens his eyes and makes his way down the ramp looking at the fans with disgust. He walks up the steps to the ring and wipes his feet on the canvas. Then he hops through the ropes and walks into the center of the ring and then across to the other side. he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air with arrogance. He hops down as his music stops and waits for his opponent.
Alice Goldier: And his opponent, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing at five feet, nine inches tall and weighing in at 232 pounds…Blueprint…MICHAEL HUNTER!!!
Mike Fisher: This matchup has a lot of intrigue to the fans at home and the boys in the locker room…
Scott James: I’d say so, the debut of Gemini in the IIW has been one of the most talked about events on social media the last few days.
Gemini and Hunter came to the center of the ring and went to lock up, Gemini quickly overpowered Hunter, bringing him down to one knee before letting go and delivering an overhand chop to the side of the head. Gemini pulled Hunter up and sent him into the corner with an Irish Whip, Gemini charged behind him and delivered a lariat in the corner. Gemini took a step back and began to deliver a combination of kicks to Hunter’s midsection and chops to te chest.
Mike Fisher: Gemini showing the world exactly why he was such a highly sought after free agent.
Scott James: Sometimes you’ve got to love when Osh Vaughan decides to open up his bank account for the good of the company!
Gemini hit a pair of uppercuts to Hunter in the corner before moving to the other side of the ring and charging, delivering a Stinger Splash in the corner. Hunter popped out of the corner, dazed, Gemini caught him with a kick to the gut and then picked him up, taking a few steps and slamming him down with a sidewalk slam. Gemini went for a nonchalant cover ….1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Gemini showing off his strength and dominance early on but Michael Hunter displaying grit and determination.
Scott James: Well, that’s one way to describe it–I would call it stupidity and ignorance.
Gemini waits for Hunter to get to his feet before going for a big boot which Hunter is able to duck. Gemini turns around and Hunter begins to lace him with a flurry of right hands to the face before sending him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Hunter hits off of the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Gemini ducks, the two men hit off of the ropes again and Gemini turns Hunter inside out with a massive big boot. Gemini places his foot on Hunter’s chest …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: I’ve got to say that Big Boot from Gemini may have rattled Michael Hunter’s brains.
Scott James: I think it knocked it right off of the brain stem!
Gemini pulled Hunter to his feet and delivered a knee to the gut before pulling him in and lifting him up, slamming him head first with his Implant DDT called the Eternal Nightmare. Gemini sat up, moving the hair from his face to display a terrifying grin.
Mike Fisher: I think that Gemini is just enjoying causing pain to Michael Hunter at this point.
Scott James: You know what they say, you can never trust a gemini.
Gemini pulled his prey to his feet and lifted him up in the air slamming him down head first again with a sitout tombstone piledriver.
Mike Fisher: OH MY GOD!!! THE CREEPING DEATH!!!
Scott James: It was at this exact moment that Michael Hunter’s life expired.
Gemini rolled over, casting his arm over his opponent as the referee counted …1 …2 …3!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner…GEMINI!!!!
Mike Fisher: Quite the impressive debut from the dark newcomer that they call Gemini.
Scott James: I see a bright future for this deranged individual here in the IIW.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
“The Man With All The Toys” by The Beach Boys starts to play as pictures of Hasbros, LJNs, Classic Superstars and many other lines of wrestling toys flash across the screen. “The Toy Boy” Jimmy Brooks comes out from the curtains with two of his favorite figures in hand speaking to the camera about how great they are the entire time
Alice Goldier: Introducing first, he hails from Beverly Hills, California, standing at five feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at 210 pounds, he is “The Toyboy”...JIMMY BROOKS!!!!
Jimmy made it about halfway down the rampway when a man a bit larger than him came sprinting from behind, clobbering Jimmy with a running double axe handle.
Mike Fisher: Now just what in the hell is this?
Scott James: That my old friend would be Maverick Tatum!
Tatum grabbed Jimmy by the head and tossed him into the steel barricade and then tossed him face first into the opposing side. Jimmy held his head and received a chop to his chest. Maverick grabbed him and tossed him over with a belly to belly suplex on the outside. Maverick looked over to the ground a retrieved one of Jimmy’s figures, a Hulk Hogan Hasbro.
Mike Fisher: First he’s attacking Jimmy Brooks before the match—now he’s going to do what exactly?
Scott James: We are about to witness another asshole maneuver, that’s for sure.
Tatum slammed the plastic figure against the floor, smashing it to bits. Jimmy crawled towards his figurine with a look of sadness in his eyes.
Mie Fisher: Was that really necessary? Jimmy Brooks is probably traumatized over that!
Scott James: Let’s be real, Jimmy Brooks hasn’t been the same ever since his encounter with Casimir Laska last Mayhem.
Tatum kicked Jimmy in the gut and pulled him to his feet, he lifted Jimmy in the air and dropped him, manhood first, onto the steel barricade. Jimmy screamed in pain before falling off to the concrete. Maverick pulled Jimmy to his feet, walking him to the ringside area and slamming him head first into the steel steps.
Mike Fisher: What I’d like to know is why the hell is Maverick Tatum doing this to Jimmy Brooks? These two have no prior history to my knowledge.
Scott James: My opinion? He’s trying to show Crush and Jesse James what is in store for them at Explosion when that Global Championship is on the line.
Tatum tosses Jimmy under the ropes and rolls in himself. The referee checks on Jimmy who gives him a headnod. The referee signals for the bell and it rings.
Mike Fisher: Well, we are finally underway in this one folks.
Scott James: Um, I don’t think there’s much left in it though.
Jimmy pulls himself to his feet and approaches Tatum. Jimmy goes for a clothesline but Tatum ducks and kicks Jimmy in the gut. Tatum leaps up and connects with a Canadian Destroyer.
Mike Fisher: HEADBANGER! That’s gotta be all she wrote.
Scott James: This one was over before it even started!
Tatum covers Jimmy …1 …2 …3!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…MAVERICK TATUM!!!
Mike Fisher: We just saw the utter annihilation of Jimmy Brooks, for the second Mayhem in a row I might add.
Scott James: You see that man right there, the guy in your camera, his name is Maverick Tatum–don’t be surprised if you’re looking at the next IIW Global Champion!
Main Event: Crush/James vs. Borgata
In the main event of the evening, Crush and Jesse James team up to take on the formidable duo of Borgata. But there's a twist – if Crush and Jesse James win, the member who scores the pinfall gets to decide the stipulation for the Global Title match at Explosion. With so much on the line, tensions are sure to run high as these four competitors collide in the ring.
The ref checks all competitors and then signals for the bell. The bell rings and the match is underway. In the ring stands Saporito and Jesse James. Jesse James immediately runs and swarms Saporito in the corner. He nails a few clubbing blows and then Irish whips He into the corner. He nails a shoulder into Saporito's gut and then begins to slam a few more in. Saporito slugs to the bottom and Jesse James backs up. He Runs forward and nails a knee to Saporito's face.
Mike Fisher:"Strong start for Jesse James ."
Jesse James drags Saporito to the middle of the ring. He stomps He a few times and then drops an elbow. He goes for the win.
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Kickout at two by Saporito. Jesse James runs, rebounds off the ropes, and goes for a Leg Drop. Saporito rolls out of the way and Jesse James catches nothing but mat. Saporito tags in Spinella and Spinella immediately goes on the offence. He kneels over Jesse James and begins pounding in his head. Jesse James pushes him off and gets up quickly, but is sent back down with a clothesline. We see Shaun Hart in the audience, watching the match.
Spinella and Jesse James are now trading blows after that short distraction. Spinella finally gets the upper hand with a big shove, but Jesse James goes into the corner and tags in Crush. Crush hops into the ring and him and Spinella stand face to face.
Mike Fisher:"This is about to get nasty."
Scott James:"No shit."
Mike Fisher:"You know, you don't have to be so mean all the time."
Scott James:"Try being on commentary with a complete moron like yourself, then come back to me."
Mike Fisher:"Asshole."
Scott James:"Idiot."
Spinella and Crush are locked up and both men are trying to push each other. Neither move. Finally they both break and start trading blows. After a few moments of that they both go for a dropkick. Both men stand up confused. They look at each Other again and then lock up. Spinella gets the upper hand and takes Crush to the ground with a headlock. He keeps hold and tugs as Crush tries to break free. Crush gets up to one knee. He elbows Spinella in the gut. He does it again. And again. A fourth time breaks Spinella's hold and Crush grabs his head for a DDT. Crush lifts him up and Irish Whips him. Spinella comes back into a crossbody and Crush holds for the cover.
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Everybody thinks the three count has happened. But the bell doesn't ring. The ref signals that it was only a 2. Jesse James looks livid as he grabs the referee by the shirt. He begins yelling at him as Spinella crawls over to Saporito and gets the tag. Jesse James doesn't notice as he is arguing with the ref. He finally lets go of the ref and turns to an awaiting Saporito. Saporito kicks him in the gut and nails a swinging neckbreaker, He covers!
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Jesse James kicks out and the crowd is shocked. Saporito calls for another super spinella as Jesse James slowly makes it to his feet. Saporito goes for it, but Jesse James shoves off and flies back into a tag from Crush. Crush comes in and nails a clothesline on Saporito. Saporito get's up and is nailed with a scoop slam. Crush rebounds off the ropes and drops a leg across Saporito's throat. Saporito begins gasping for air as Crush get's down and grabs him by the head, picking him up… He lifts him up……….BONE CRUSHER!
Jesse James is quickly in the ring to nail Spinella before he can break up the pin
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Get ready for another explosive edition of Mayhem, airing live on April 22nd! With a stacked lineup of matches and intense rivalries, this promises to be a night of non-stop action and drama in the world of IIW.
Match 1: Casimir Larska vs. Ryan McCann
The mysterious Casimir Larska takes on the formidable and good looking Ryan McCann in what promises to be a clash of styles and personalities.
Match 2: Leichenberg vs. TJ Alexander – Number One TV Title Contender Match
Two rising stars collide as Leichenberg and TJ Alexander battle it out for the opportunity to become the number one contender for the TV Title. With both competitors hungry for success, expect nothing less than a hard-hitting encounter.
Match 3: Jack Me Hoff vs. Hellbreaker - TV Title Match
In a highly anticipated showdown, Jack Me Hoff defends his TV Title against the fierce Hellbreaker. Can Jack retain his championship, or will Hellbreaker prove to be too much to handle?
Match 4: Ed Stoker vs. Jamie Starr
Veteran grappler Ed Stoker faces off against the new star Jamie Starr in a match that promises to showcase a clash of styles and techniques. Who will emerge victorious in this battle of experience versus youth?
Match 5: Andre Cash vs. Trent Darby
Two hungry competitors, Andre Cash and Trent Darby, square off in a showdown that could potentially steal the spotlight. With both men looking to make a name for themselves, expect fireworks in the ring.
Match 6: Jack Tyde vs. John Blade
The Nautical Nightmare Jack Tyde looks to make waves as he takes on the hard-hitting John Blade in a match that promises to be hard-hitting and intense from start to finish.
Match 7: Gemini vs. Michael Hunter
The enigmatic Gemini makes his IIW Debut to face off against the resilient Michael Hunter in a battle of wills. Will Gemini start his reign of terror, or will Michael Hunter prove to be his undoing?
Main Event: Crush/James vs. Borgata
In the main event of the evening, Crush and Jesse James team up to take on the formidable duo of Borgata. But there's a twist – if Crush and Jesse James win, the member who scores the pinfall gets to decide the stipulation for the Global Title match at Explosion. With so much on the line, tensions are sure to run high as these four competitors collide in the ring.
Match 1: Casimir Laska vs. Ryan McCann
(The show begins with the ring surrounded by various men in all different Runway-Esque attire. The cameraman shoots a 360 angle to show 25+ men surrounding the ringside area as the live crowd viciously chants “IIW!” The models, standing tall and proud, are all wearing matte black masks.)
(Chris Norton stands alone in the ring to introduce his friend and tag team partner Ryan McCann.)
Chris: Happy Monday to all you ugly, ugly monsters out there!!!!
(The live audience gets even louder after being called monsters. Their chants of “IIW!” now turn to direct boos towards Chris Norton.)
Chris: How dare you all boo the 33rd Sexiest Male in all of the land!
(The left sector of the audience begins chants of, “U! G!”, while the right furiously reciprocates with, “L! Y!”)
Chris: I’m ugly? You’re calling me ugly? Why you pack garbage meat and cheese and sugar filled concoctions down your fat throats, you’re going to call me UGLY!?
How dare you, especially on a night as special as tonight! Let’s get the ball rolling shall we!?
Without further adieu, I present to you my partner and best friend. All stand up and be taken aback by the 18th Sexiest Male in the World…
RYAN MCCANN!!!!
(“Just Like You” by Three Days Grace begins to play and the crowd erupts in boos as Ryan makes his way down to the ring. He takes his time admiring the outfits of all the Male Models surrounding the ringside area. Once he enters the ring, Ryan climbs to the top of the nearest corner and tosses his arms in the air, urging the crowd to boo louder. Ryan runs around the ring and is handed the microphone by Chris.)
Ryan: You are all luck you don’t have to wear the same masks as these lovely gentlemen out here – because there isn’t a thing SEXIER in this city than the two men standing in this ring right now.
(The UGLY chants begin again, louder than before, clearly irritating both men.)
Ryan: As two of the Sexiest Men in the World – it is our job, our duty, our privilege to present to you a project we have been working on for quite some time. The World needs to understand the importance of strong, good-looking and powerful men!
Please put down your Cheeseburgers and Pepsis for one second to look at the screen and the NEW Sexiest Men Photo Shoot we have been working on!
(The Screen displays an hourglass and some upbeat Runway music.)
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(The video seems to get interrupted, clearly upsetting both Chris and Ryan. As the video resumes, it depicts demonic tones, people being chased – immediately flashing back to the upbeat Photo Shoot. The video directs attention to some of Ryan’s greatest photogenic moments, again interrupted by the satanic screams and warnings of a masked vigilante wielding a crowbar.)
Ryan: Damnit to hell, cut this right now! PRODUCTION, cut this right now!
(The entire arena grows dark. The same terrifying ambush-like music begins to play as the arena remains blind. A spotlight immediately hits the center of the ring. All of the men previously surrounding the ring are now gone – while Ryan and Chris remain side by side in a panic.
The crowd begins chants of “HOLY SHIT!” – as the camera pans directly behind the two. One man remains wearing the same matte black mask as the models. He slowly rips off the mask to revel himself, Casimir Laska.)
Mike Fisher: Poor Jimmy Brooks found out last week that Casimir Laska is absolutely not to be trifled with.
Scott James: I’ll be honest with you, he’s one of the most terrifying people I’ve ever seen.
Laska stood in his corner as the bell rang, Ryan McCann began to approach the center of the ring but had a puzzled look on his face when Casimir remained in his corner.
Mike Fisher: Mind games early on from Casimir Laska.
Scott James: Mind games? I think he has been living rent free in everyone’s mind since last Mayhem!
Ryan approach Casimir and went for a collar and elbow in the corner, Casimir obliged but then sent Ryan flying to the center of the ring as he pushed him back. McCann climbed to his feet and charged Casimir, who hadn’t moved from the corner. McCann began with a flurry of chops and palm strikes to Casimir’s chest, “woooos” followed from the crowd but Casimir ate each shot.
Mike Fisher: I have a bad feeling about this for young Ryan McCann.
Scott James: I think buddies’ career might be in danger, he might wanna slide out of the ring and take a count out lose.
Casimir grabbed Ryan’s next chop and then landed a massive headbutt that echoed through the arena. Ryan waltzed backwards holding his head. Casimir came up behind him, went between McCann’s legs and squatted Ryan into the air before dropping him face first with an Electric Chair Drop. Casimir popped back to his feet, he stared down at Ryan.
Mike Fisher: It’s like an apex predator stalking it’s prey. My God!
Scott James: I thought we were watching IIW Mayhem on Netflix not some crap about lions attacking on the Discovery channel!
McCann began to slowly move on the mat as Casimir slowly walked around his opponent in circles. McCann got to his knees and then to his feet, he looked to his opponent only to be locked into a Mandible Claw. McCann began to scream in agony as the referee checked for the tap.
Mike Fisher: Casimir Laska calls this one the Hush Little Baby.
Scott James: Aptly named, if I do say so myself.
Casimir pushed McCann back into the corner, the referee began the count but Casimir let go at four to maximize his opponent’s agony. McCann got a short reprieve but Casimir hit him with a body splash in the corner before pulling him out of the corner and lifting him up in a uranage and slamming him down with a Rock Bottom. Casimir pulled McCann to his feet and slammed his head with a few open palms before beginning to smash knee strikes into Ryan’s face. Ryan fell to the mat as Casimir outstretched his arms for the crowd to a mixed reaction.
Mike Fisher: I’m not sure that Ryan McCann has much left to give at this point.
Scott James: I don’t think he had much to give to begin with–Casimir Laska is a monster unlike none other.
Casimir lets Ryan get to his knees but before he can put his torso vertical Casimir charges and connects with his punt kick called the Twinkle, Twinkle. Casimir laughs as the referee goes to check on Ryan but Casimir reaches down and pulls his opponent up, locking him into a Sister Abigail position before being lifted up into a Tombstone Piledriver and dropping him on the top of his head.
Mike Fisher: That’s the Beware! That’s gotta be it.
Scott James: That’s gotta be it for Ryan McCann’s ability to walk as well!
Casimir looked down at his opponent. He signaled to the audience for “one more”. He pointed to the sky and then outstretched his arms in a crucifix position as the referee checked Ryan McCann.
Mike Fisher: I think he’s looking for the Aware, if he does that this one is for sure done!
Scott James: If the official let’s that happen, Ryan McCann is one hundred percent a paraplegic.
Before Casimir could reach down the referee signalled for the bell.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via referee stoppage…CASIMIR LASKA!!!!
Casimir looked enraged as the referee blocked the body of Ryan McCann. Casimir looked down and pulled the referee up by the shirt, holding him with one arm.
Mike Fisher: If Casimir does this he might find himself suspended!
Scott James: I don’t think anyone has the balls to suspend that man.
Suddenly the lights in the arena cut off for a few seconds before cutting back on. The referee was left standing in the ring over Ryan McCann’s body but Casimir Laska was nowhere to be seen.
"I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls starts to play and almost every fan in the arena starts to boo. The IIW TV Champion, Jack N. Mehoff comes through the curtain wearing a lime green suit that looks straight out of Saul Goodmans wardrobe. He has a cocky grin on his face, and a cardboard box in his hands.
He walks down the isle, ignoring the fans, stopping briefly in front of a little kid, and screams at him, causing him to cry before he continues walking toward the ring with an evil smile on his face.
He steps in the ring and grabs the mic. Before Jack can say anything, fans start chanting "You've got herpes." Jack does not look happy with that chant.
Jack: I'll have you know, the medication I've been on cleared that up weeks ago.
James: Now that was something I did not need to hear about.
Jack: Now if all you rednecks are done, I've got an announcement to make. As you know, I am the current IIW TV Champion. It's a title known as "the workhorse championship" because it's defended at every show, and frankly that's fine with me, because I know Osh is not happy I have it, so he's going to throw everything he has at trying to get it off of me. But that's fine with me because it means I don't need to look for competition, they're coming to me. Osh, keep throwing people at me, and I'll keep embarrassing them.
But, I do have one huge problem with the "IIW TV title," and that's its name. The "Television" championship. What are we? Stuck in the 80's? Everybody knows, TV is dead. Frankly, the only people who watch TV anymore are the trailer trash in this crowd, who are too cheap to subscribe Netflix and instead connect hook an antenna up to their TV and spend all day watch Jerry Springer reruns. What's next the Blockbuster Championship? The VHS Tournament?
Everybody knows, it's all about streaming these days. So, with that in mind, I've got two announcements to make. First of all, the TV title is being retired. I decided to take the belt and do something appropriate with it.
Fisher: Does he even have the authority to do that?
James: Like him or not, he does make a good point about the name of the title. And besides that, he's the champ. He can do what he wants
Jack reaches into the box he brought out with him and pulls out a large piece of metal. He turns it toward the camera, and it's a 1980s rabbit ears antenna with the plates from the IIW TV title welded onto it. The fans are booing heavily as Jack walks around the ring, holding up what used to be a prestigious title belt. Jack tosses the metal abomination into the crowd.
Jack: Here kid. Take that home and go watch the A Team. Now, it's time to focus on the future and that is giving you a championship not just for the present but the future.
Jack reaches into his box and pulls out a black bag.
Jack: Now unlike several other egomaniac in this business. I did not pay someone to create a custom belt just for me. I didn't have my name engraved on it. I did not put... a spinner on it. Instead, what I did was, I went out and got a corporate sponsor to create a title belt. This belt is unique. It's a symbol of this company. And it's
worth more than your paycheck, and I'm gonna use this to inspire you.
Jack holds the bag up and removes the belt from the bag, revealing this.
Match 2: Leichenberg vs. TJ Alexander – Number One TV Title Contender Match
Two rising stars collide as Leichenberg and TJ Alexander battle it out for the opportunity to become the number one contender for the TV Title. With both competitors hungry for success, expect nothing less than a hard-hitting encounter.
The ref checks both men then calls for the bell. They lock up, the more aggressive Liechenberg pushes his opponent back to a corner. The ref begins to count, Liechenberg slaps TJ Alexander’s face then ducks through the ropes to avoid his foes angry charge. Liechenberg smirks as he mock ducks and dives to avoid ’s attack. The ref counts as he orders TJ Alexander to back off. A well-placed boot to the knee sends hobbling away. Liechenberg is on him clipping the knee from behind, then following up with a rolling leg stretch.
Mike Fisher – As much as I hate his tactics Liechenberg is a shrewd tactician. He suckered TJ Alexander him then struck. More stomps to the calf and thigh
Scott James – We’ve know that TJ Alexander can take a lot of damage and keep going. But no matter how tough someone is if they lose the use of their legs they are finished.
Mike Fisher – He’s really punishing him here… damn he wrapped his leg hard around that ring post. Get them back in the ring ref.
Revealing in his advantage Liechenberg stops to sip his coffee. A quick kiss to Cora takes his attention long enough for TJ Alexander to slingshot himself over the top rope. Both men crash to the mat. TJ Alexander is up first hopping on one leg as he dives back into the ring. Liechenberg is up seconds later; he leaps toward the ring to beat the ref’s count. slips between the ropes with a dropkick sending Liechenberg sprawling. The weed-fuelled warrior skins the cat back into the ring. Furious Liechenberg kicks and slaps the barrier he turns to see TJ Alexander slingshotting himself into a hurricarana.
Worried the men are injured the ref slips out to check on them. Liechenberg shoves him away and heads back to the squared circle.
Struggling to see TJ Alexander re-enters the ring, a Liechenberg knee to the temple cuts him off.
DDT! 1-2- TJ Alexander kicks out.
Undeterred Liechenberg grinds his forearm into Lichtenberg’s eyes and temples. He can taste the victory and won’t give in. More knees to his temple follow before he is whipped towards the buckle, Liechenberg tugs down on his opponents’ arm seconds before impact making him land upside down awkwardly in the corner.
An elbow drop lands on ’s face busting his nose. Liechenberg steps over him to climb to the middle rope. He sits on the top rope sizing TJ Alexander up as he tries to scoot away out of the danger zone. Bereft of energy TJ Alexander stops and can barely keep his eyes open as Liechenberg leaps with another elbow drop.
With a handful of tights Liechenberg pulls TJ towards him and out of the ring. Grown tired of Liechenbergs ringside antics the ref stops him from diving after TJ Alexander. Never one to keep his mouth shut Liechenberg screams at the ref backing him up across the ring.
Schadenfreude!!!!!!
Liechenberg goes for the pin but no referee is there to count?
JACK TYDE has pulled the referee out of the ring! He laughs at Liechenberg… and points behind him as TJ Alexander is prepping himself… GAME OVER
TJ makes the pin as Jack Tyde slides into the ring making the count
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TJ Alexander is the winner
Mike Fisher: Is Jack Tyde even allowed to make the count?
TJ looks confused at Jack…who winks at him
Then
JACK Lays out TJ Alexander! He leaves the ring in a spate of chaos as both TJ and Liechenberg are down for the count.
Match 3: Jack Me Hoff vs. Hellbreaker - TV Title Match
In a highly anticipated showdown, Jack Me Hoff defends his TV Title against the fierce Hellbreaker. Can Jack retain his championship, or will Hellbreaker prove to be too much to handle?
The lights in the arena go dark and fog starts coming from the entrance ramp. A white spotlight shines on a lone female singer wearing a black robe. A soft, medieval sounding band plays behind her.
Singer: Our hero, our hero, claims a young madens heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonporn comes
A man wielding power of the ancient kama sutra arts
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes
It's an end to the line of all of his foes
Beware, beware, the Dragonporn comes
For the darkness has passed, and his (bleep) yet grows
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonporns come
James: I haven't heard a song that vulgar since John Cena dressed like a school girl in Ricky Stanicky.
A loud roar can be heard through the arena, and a giant dragon that looks like Macho Man Randy Savage lands on the ramp and breathes fire over the crowd, a crowd that seems strangely unaware of.
James: OH SHIT. A DRAGON. RUN!
Fisher: Will you settle down. Look up from your monitor and look at the stage. That thing is augmented reality.
James: I don't care what type of reality it is. I'm finding some Slim Jim's to try to pacify it.
The theme from Skyrim starts to play and the "Brazzers Streaming" Champion, Jack Mehoff walks through the entrance, wearing armor straight from Skyrim. He walks down the isle, ignoring the fans. He tries climbing into the ring, but gets stuck in the ropes for a second thanks to the battle ax he has on his back. He stands in a corner as Alice Goldier makes her introduction.
Alice: Currently in the ring. He is the Brazzers Streaming champion. Coming from Skyrim job. The Human Butt Plug because....he's a pain in the ass. The Dragon Porn, Jack N. Mehoff.
As the bell rings both men approach one another and go for the lock-up. Hellbreaker catches Jack M.Hoff in a headlock, and is whipped into the ropes, receiving an arm drag upon his return. Hellbreaker pops back to his feet and gives Jack M.Hoff an arm drag of his own, followed up by an arm bar, holding him to the mat. Jack twists his way out of it and pops up, whipping Hellbreaker into the ropes again and following it with a hip toss. Hellbreaker jumps back to his feet and they go for another lock-up, but he is met with a kick to the gut by Jack M.Hoff, doubling him over, followed by a hard forearm to the back of the head sending him crashing to his knees. Getting behind him, Jack M.Hoff immediately tries to lock him into a full nelson but Hellbreaker rolls forward and catches Jack’s legs in a cradle.
1........2…. Kick out By Jack M.Hoff!
Mike Fisher:"Jack M.Hoff is a boss!"
Scott James:"You're like sixty three Mike. don't say phrases like that."
Jack M.Hoff gets right out of it and rushes forward with a stiff clothesline that sends Hellbreaker down to the mat hard, almost flipping in mid-air, landing awkwardly on his side. Not going for the cover, Jack lands a few stomps to Hellbreaker’s downed body. Jack places Hellbreaker into a figure four leg lock and leans back to apply pressure to the hold. After struggling against the pain for close to a solid minute Hellbreaker is able to crawl towards the edge of the ring and grab hold of the bottom rope. Jack breaks the hold and jumps back to his feet. Hellbreaker does the same and dazes Jack with a sharp kick to the midsection before starting to run against the ropes. Jack catches him as he comes back and hits a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex. Jack goes for a cover on Hellbreaker.
1……..2…. Kick out by Hellbreaker!
Mike Fisher:"Jack has this one. The man is a superstar!"
Scott James:"We will see, we will see."
Jack M.Hoff picks up Hellbreaker by the head and whips him into the corner. Jack follows it up with a running clothesline causing Hellbreaker to crash to the canvas. He drags Hellbreaker back up and whips him to the ropes. Hellbreaker comes back and goes for a cross body block but Jack catches him in mid air. He sends Hellbreaker crashing to the mat with a spinebuster! Jack makes it back to his feet and works the audience while Hellbreaker lies motionless on the mat. Jack turns back around to face Hellbreaker and catches his foot just as Hellbreaker attempts a kick to the gut. He hops with his one free leg, and out of nowhere he clocks Jack with an enziguri! Hellbreaker goes for a cover on Jack M.Hoff.
1…………2… .. Kick out by Jack M.Hoff!
Mike Fisher:"A lot of pinfalls in this match."
Scott James:"Very close calls! This is an intense match!"
Hellbreaker is the first one to his feet. He drags Jack up and hits a few forearms to the face before whipping him into the ropes. When Jack M.Hoff comes back Hellbreaker hits him with a tremendous spinning wheel kick that looks like it took his head clean off! Hellbreaker waits for the Answer to get up again, and when he does so, he attempts to drop him with a running clothesline but Jack is able to duck the move at the last second. Jack grabs Hellbreaker and locks him into a full nelson. He lifts Hellbreaker into the air with the move applied and sends him crashing to the mat with a devastating full nelson slam. He drags Hellbreaker back to his feet and the two begin exchanging punches. Jack M.Hoff gets the better end of it and when Hellbreaker begins to stagger, Jack M.Hoff sends him over the top rope with a running clothesline. Jack rolls to the outside and drags Hellbreaker to his feet. He lifts him up in a firemans carry and prepares to drop him on top of the steel barricade. Hellbreaker slips out of it and lands behind Jack M.Hoff. He grabs a hold of him and uses all of his strength to send Jack crashing down on top of the concrete floor with an awkward looking suplex.
Mike Fisher:"That was ugly..."
Scott James:"That was impressive!"
Hellbreaker is the first one to his feet as he rolls back inside of the ring on the count of five. Jack M.Hoff pulls himself back up and rolls back in as well. Hellbreaker stomps on Jack M.Hoff a few times before dragging him to his feet. The two men lock up and Jack M.Hoff easily overpowers Hellbreaker by shoving him down to the canvas. Hellbreaker stands back up and begins to taunt Jack before attempting another lock up. Jack M.Hoff takes the bait and Hellbreaker slaps him across the mouth in a showing of disrespect. Jack stops in his tracks and looks up at Hellbreaker with an annoyed expression. When Hellbreaker starts to laugh at his opponent Jack M.Hoff charges him, jumping over the top getting behind him and hitting him with THE LOADBLWEOR that has Hellbreaker writhing in pain. Jack M.Hoff goes for another cover on Hellbreaker.
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Mike Fisher: It means a lot to this kid doesn’t it
Scott James: got to believe he’s going places
(We come back from commercial to find Ed Stoker preparing for his match against Jamie Starr later tonight. He is pacing back and forth in the locker room area, doing what he can to stay ready for his bout. The lights flicker briefly, causing Ed to become irritated. Once again pacing, the lights now completely shut off. Ed grabs for his cell phone in hopes to use the flashlight setting, but sees no functions are available. The phone seems to be shut down – but the screen luminates with the word “AWARE” appearing in black link upon the luminary background.)
Ed Stoker: Where are you?! I know you are here – I feel you here. No more games. I will not play any more games.
Voice: This was never a game.
(Ed lays down his cellphone and promptly puts his hands up in the defense position. The camera pans back slowly to find Casimir Laska sitting backwards in a steel chair faced to another steel chair in front of him. A candle on a small table lights the room.)
Casimir Laska: Care to join me Ed?
(Ed turns around slowly, coming face to face with Casimir. He walks over to the chair, holding the top as if he were going to pick the chair up for use. Instead, he sits.)
Ed Stoker: Are you the one?
Casimir Laska: I am a lot of things, Ed. I am everything Ed. Not many comprehend that yet, but they will. Now you, you seem to have understood.
Ed Stoker: What do you want?
Casimir Laska: I do not want anything. I never have. But I do need. I needed you to become aware, Ed.
Ed Stoker: Aware of what?
Casimir Laska: What we do with the messages we receive are choices of our own. Some are rewarded, some are punished.
Ed Stoker: If you are looking to start a fight, I am ready. I have been off lately – but I am wide awake now.
Casimir Laska: EXACTLY! You chose the right answer to the messages given to you. Because of that, there’s no crosshairs on your head. There’s no target on your chest.
Ed Stoker: So what are we doing here?
Casimir Laska: Like I said Ed, I need. I need something from you tonight. Jamie Starr. An illustrious family man – handed the keys to the business. Do you know how that makes me feel Ed?
Ed Stoker: H…..(Ed is cutoff immediately)
Casimir Laska: IT MAKES ME SICK TO MY GOD DAMN STOMACH, ED. It makes me ill – somebody like him – being able to walk these halls because of what others have done before him. Do you know what others have done for me Ed? NOTHING. What have they done for you Ed?
Ed Stoker: Nothing.
Casimir Laska: Exactly. I need you to make Jamie Starr aware, Ed. I need you to take that confidence from the guidance I have given you – and make him fucking aware.
I don’t want to send any more messages Ed.
I better not need to send anymore messages. Ed.
(The candle flames out – the lights turn instantly on – and the chair holding Casimir is now empty. Ed sits calmly, starring at the empty chair in front of him as the camera pans out of scene.)
Match 4: Ed Stoker vs. Jamie Starr
Veteran grappler Ed Stoker faces off against the new star Jamie Starr in a match that promises to showcase a clash of styles and techniques. Who will emerge victorious in this battle of experience versus youth?
Starr and Stoker squared off, and almost instantly they begin to throw punches at each other, Stoker ended up getting the upper hand when he shoved Starr out of the way and put him on his ass with a clothesline. Stoker bounced off the ropes and did a rolling thunder like manoeuvre, the move hurt Starr but he stood back up shortly after he caught Stoker out of no where with a super kick though that had the fans going crazy early on.
Scott James: Ouch!
Mike Fisher: ED might be out early.
Starr went for the cover but ED was simply playing possum as he tried to roll Jamie up, it didn’t work though as he jumped out of it, ED rolled back up as Jamie went for a clothesline and ED countered with a hurricanrana, the move went Starr into the ropes as ED jumped on his back and then stood on the back of it as he held onto the top rope until the ref counted to four, telling him to break it. Starr held his throat as ED tried to choke him, Starr got back up and ED went for a spinning wheel kick but he missed as his leg bounced off the ropes, this allowed Jamie to go for a standing tornado DDT which he got as he quickly covered ED.
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Mike Fisher: Not that easily, early on, but some high octane action we’re seeing!
Scott James: These guys want it bad, what can you say.
ED kicked out and Jamie got a hold of him as he lifted him up for a suplex, he got it and this time he took the ropes and used them to his advantage as he dragged ED close to them and went onto the apron. Jamie leaped over the top rope and landed on Stoker with his back. Jamie stood up slapping his chest as he picked ED up in order to get him away from the ropes, with ED away from them he grabbed him once again and connected with a scoop slam and then attempted a standing moonsault
Starr was on fire and ED made it back to his feet but he jumped into the air and grabbed Jamie’s head and brought his knees down to the floor for a vicious jawbreaker hurt Starr a lot as he turned around and ED brought him down to the mat with a thunderous DDT, the move left Starr laying as he hooked the leg.
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ED can’t believe it!
Starr began to get back into the contest, as he slipped out of ED Stoker's grasp as he was about to execute a Pendulum Backbreaker. Starr slid down the back of ED Stoker, and turned him face to face with him; a brutal yet very unexpected Pele Kick homing in on ED Stoker's chin, and eventually hitting it's target. It appeared that he was back in the contest, and was ready to wrap up the match.
ED Stoker is reeling on the ropes, gasping for air, grasping the actual air itself, for balance and composure - but finding neither. It appeared as if Jamie Starr was about to turn a once bleak match into a victorious one, as Jamie powers down Ed
Starr goes for the pin
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3.NO KICK OUT!
Scott James: What an amazing debut we are getting here by Jamie Starr
Jamie looks on annoyed at the young kid who has kicked out of his signature move, he rakes him to standing position, he picks him up and launches him into the ropes, bending down to drop him over his head but ED slides through Jamie’s legs, he bounces off the ropes and BULLDOG! He takes Jamie Starr down
Mike Fisher: Can Ed build some momentum here to finish it off?
He continues to attack Jamie Starr swinging away at him, he looks to hook him up for a vertical suplex…he HOLDS HIM HIGH!!!
Scott James: Didn’t think Ed had this in him!
He continues……unfortunately he loses his balance dropping Starr behind him out of the move, dazed, Starr takes advantage quickly spinning around and charging with the STARRSTRUCKER
Jamie quickly goes for the cover
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Scott James: Jamie Has pulled off the victory!
(The camera cuts to the Gorilla Position where Andre Cash can be seen doing a variation of jumping jacks, lunges, and squats in preparation for his upcoming match against Trent Darby. There is a viewing screen directly in front of him. As he continues to prepare the screen flashes and shows the familiar graveyard vignette and beware logo that has been associated with Casimir Laska’s debut. It stops and again shows the IIW logo. Andre shakes his head in disgust but continues his warmup. The lights flicker and the logo appears on the screen again.)
Andre Cash: Listen up you little Voodoo Bitch, I don’t have the time or patience for your stupid fucking games.
Producer: Andre, you’re gonna go on in 3 man. You ready?
Andre Cash: What the hell do you mean am I ready? Of course I’m ready. I left, but I still remember how to run this place. Do you understand me?
Producer: Just need you to get in curtain position Andre, that’s it.
Andre Cash: Lucky I don’t throw your ass through that curtain.
(Andre moves towards the curtain position while still mumbling obscenities to himself over what just happened. As he approaches and enters the curtain position, he soon finds that he isn’t alone.)
Casimir Laska: Boo! (followed by childish laughter).
Andre Cash: God Damnit man! I told you I don’t have patience for these fucking games with you.
Casimir Laska: Andre, Andre, Andre – I’m not playing games man, just a little riffing between friends.
Andre Cash: I’m not your fucking friend, ok? Now go run off and play in a cemetery somewhere.
Casimir Laska: What’s ironic is – I think you and me, actually, could be pretty good friends. I’m not the big bad scary monster you think I’m trying to be Andre.
Andre Cash: Well, your pathetic little video message with that biblical bullshit would say otherwise.
Casimir Laska: Messages are nothing more than an attempt to make somebody…aware, Andre.
Andre Cash: Aware of what? Is that a threat Boogeyman?
Casimir Laska: (laughing again) Yea, it could be. Or it could be a welcoming, an awakening, an extended hand. It could be the start of something great – or, if perceived and acted on wrong – the end of someone’s greatness.
Producer: YOU’RE ON CASH.
(“Killer” by Eminem begins to play as Andre jolts Casimir aside.)
Andre Cash: Listen Freddy Kruger, I have a match to go win.
Casimir Laska: Oh, I’m aware Andre. I’ll be watching.
(Andre continues through the curtain, as the camera hard pans on Casimir gazing maniacally through the curtain.)
Match 5: Andre Cash vs. Trent Darby
Two hungry competitors, Andre Cash and Trent Darby, square off in a showdown that could potentially steal the spotlight. With both men looking to make a name for themselves, expect fireworks in the ring.
*The bell sounds and the two men meet in the middle of the ring with a lockup. Trent takes control grabbing a wrist lock. Cash counters by doing a front toll and nipping up to his feet and spinning under into a wrist lock of his own. Trent shoves his elbow into the arms of Cash and breaks the hold and takes Cash down with a double leg and moves into a side headlock.*
Scott Cash: Looks like we are going to have ourselves a nice wrestling match here.
Mike Fisher: Technical wrestling, high flying, and brawls, you get it all here in IIW.
*Cash has worked up to his feet and fires an elbow into the ribs of Trent and then spins into a top wrist lock on Trent. Cash drives Trent down to the mat with the top wrist lock, but Trent bridges on his head to keep his shoulders off the mat. Trent powers back up and begins to take control and bend Cash backwards, as he does Cash throws himself down and begins yelling at the Referee that Trent pulled his hair. The Referee questions Trent, taking Trent attention away from Cash, allowing Cash to kick Trent in the back of the head, breaking the hold.*
Scott Cash: How underhanded by Andre Cash.
Mike Fisher: It might have been underhanded, but it sure did work.
*Trent holds his head trying to shake the blow off as Cash gets to his feet and charges at him. Trent side steps and shoves Cash’s right into the turnbuckle where Cash hits hard. Cash stagers around right into a big right hand from Trent that drops him. Cash rolls to outside looking for a breather but Trent follows after him. Cash begins to run from Trent and Trent gives chase. Cash rolls in under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet. As Trent begins to slide in under the bottom rope Cash goes for an elbow drop, but Trent saw it coming and stops, sliding back out as Cash falls right on the mat.*
Scott Cash: Quick and smart thinking there by Trent Darby.
*Trent grabs Cash by the head and pulls him out of the ring and drops him to the ground below. Cash is slowly getting to his feet when Trent grabs him, lifts him up, and whips him into the security railing. Cash staggers forward and Trent grabs Cash by the head and throws him back into the ring and follow in. Cash staggers back into a corner but Trent is on top of him, grabbing Cash and shooting him hard across the ring into the turnbuckle where Cash hits so hard it knocks him on his face.
Cash slowly staggers to his feet and Trent is there to help lift him up and then shoots him into the opposite turnbuckle and follows him in. Cash though catches the top rope and goes up and over Trent ducks under and stops himself in the corner. Trent turns right into a left jab from Cash. Trent staggers a bit and Cash grabs him and tries to shoot him off but Trent reverses and again sends Cash hard into the corner and Trent follows up with a running clothesline into the corner… he bounces out FACTCHECKER!
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Alice: Trent Darby is your winner!
Match 6: Jack Tyde vs. John Blade
The Nautical Nightmare Jack Tyde looks to make waves as he takes on the hard-hitting John Blade in a match that promises to be hard-hitting and intense from start to finish.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Steel Chain” necklace and shows it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight
Alice Goldier: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, standing at six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at 260 pounds, he is “The Surgeon of Thuganomics”...JOHN BLADE!!!
The lights dim and turn red as fog slowly begins to roll out at the top of the entrance ramp. Over the PA 'Alestorm' by Alestorm begins to blast and as the rock music plays the fans let out a chorus of boos.
Go! A Storm is coming
The cold is mind numbing
Darkness is descending
Die, there's no escapting
We're all anticipating
Smashing your brains tonight!
As the lyrics are heard we can see a figure slowly emerge from below the entrance ramp. As he raises his large frame comes into focus as we see Jack Tyde. Not along however as his 'companion' Shante' Waverly is cackling at his side. The two being to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. Tyde's focus is straight ahead not pausing to even acknowlege the fans. Shante however mocks them and laughs at them as she goes by. Once in at the steel steps Jack pauses striking a 'Captain Morgan' like pose on the steps, as he does the Pyro explodes form all four corners sounding like cannons firing. Once the explosions die down he enters the ring and sits down in the far corner waiting for his opponent.
Alice Goldier: And his opponent, he hails from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 253 pounds, he is “The Nautical Nightmare”....JACK TYDE!!!
Mike Fisher: Two young, rising stars ready to see who takes their next step towards championship gold here in the IIW.
Scott James: They’re definitely two guys with two of the best nicknames this sport has ever witnessed, that’s for sure.
The match began with Tyde dipping behind Blade and locking in a waistlock, before picking him up and slamming him down face first. Tyde floated over and locked in a jawlock while digging his knee into the small of Blade’s back. The referee checked for the submission but Blade waved him off before breaking the hold with his hands and rolling out from underneath. Blade got to his feet and charged with a clothesline but Tyde ducked, Tyde went for one of his own but this time Blade was able to duck.
Mike Fisher: These two athletes showing just how even they are here in the early going.
Scott James: All it’s going to take is one mistake though.
Tyde turned back around to a forearm smash to the face, then another. Blade backed him up to the ropes and delivered and overhand chop before throwing him to the ropes and connecting with a flying shoulder tackle. Blade scurried over to make the cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: The Surgeon of Thuganomics seems ready to kick it into another gear.
Scott James: You might just say that his…time is now.
Blade got to his feet and took Tyde over with a hiptoss and then drove his knee into the back of Tyde’s head. Blade dropped down for another cover …1 …2 …kickout! Blade got to his feet and shook the kickout off. He returned to Tyde, now at his feet, Blade kicked him in the gut and went to lift him up for a suplex but Tyde blocked it. Tyde brought Blade over with a suplex of his own. Tyde went for the cover …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: We’ve got ourselves a back and forth encounter here, showing just how hungry each of these young competitors are.
Scott James: That’s what you’ve got to do here in the IIW…you gotta find some way to stick out and the quickest way is to outwrestle each opponent that management throws in front of you.
Tyde and Blade got to their feet and began to exchange right hands in the center of the ring as the crowd cheered on Blade and booed Tyde. Tyde grabbed the upperhand when he blocked a right and delivered a headbutt. Tyde tossed Blade into the corner and charged hitting an elbow strike. Tyde climbed to the middle rope and began to strike Blade’s forehead with right hands when the crowd began to pop.
Mike Fisher: Now what is this? What’s with all of the commotion?
Scott James: Look at the top of the ramp…that’s TJ Alexander!
The crowd began to chant for one of their long time IIW favorites, TJ Alexander. Tyde struck Blade once more before looking up to the rampway and shouting at TJ who shouted back and began to walk down the ramp. Tyde hopped off of Blade and got halfway through the ropes as TJ approached the ringside area. The referee warned him and Tyde turned back into the ring…
Mike Fisher: I love TJ Alexander as much as the next guy but the official needs to get him to head back up the ramp.
Scott James: I couldn’t agree more!
The official barked orders at TJ who began to backtrack up the ramp as Tyde developed a smirk. Tyde turned around and the crowd erupted as Blade lifted him onto his shoulders
Mike Fisher: Could this be it?!
Scott James: BLADE SLAM!!!!
Blade slammed Tyde onto the mat with an FU and made the cover …1 …2 …3!!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…JOHN BLADE!!!!
Mike Fisher: Huge win right here for John Blade!
Scott James: And a huge assist goes to TJ Alexander!
Match 7: Gemini vs. Michael Hunter
The enigmatic Gemini makes his IIW Debut to face off against the resilient Michael Hunter in a battle of wills. Will Gemini start his reign of terror, or will Michael Hunter prove to be his undoing?
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
The opening harmony to Sad but true plays over the PA system as the lights go dark and a cold chill arises throughout the arena. Standing atop the stage, looking down the ramp with malice in his eyes, is the entity known as "Gemini". Murmurs begin to be heard from the crowd as the man takes calculated steps down the ramp, his eyes appear to be glazed over as he fixates on the ring.
ALICE GOLDIER:: Introducing... From The edge of Sanity... weighing in at 247 pounds... The Harbinger of Fear... GEMINI!
The low humming sound of boos reverberates throughout the arena as Gemini wanders over to the steps, scaling them one by one before standing atop the apron. Entering the ring through the top and middle rope, he walks over to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as the lights return to normal.
The lights go dim around the whole arena as "Blow Me Away" hits on the sound system. As the first words hit in the song Hunter makes his way onto the stage. He walks to the end of the stage just before the ramp and crosses his arms. He closes his eyes and lifts his head up as if he is absorbing the atmosphere. Then he raise both hands in the air as pyros go off behind him. Afterwards he opens his eyes and makes his way down the ramp looking at the fans with disgust. He walks up the steps to the ring and wipes his feet on the canvas. Then he hops through the ropes and walks into the center of the ring and then across to the other side. he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air with arrogance. He hops down as his music stops and waits for his opponent.
Alice Goldier: And his opponent, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing at five feet, nine inches tall and weighing in at 232 pounds…Blueprint…MICHAEL HUNTER!!!
Mike Fisher: This matchup has a lot of intrigue to the fans at home and the boys in the locker room…
Scott James: I’d say so, the debut of Gemini in the IIW has been one of the most talked about events on social media the last few days.
Gemini and Hunter came to the center of the ring and went to lock up, Gemini quickly overpowered Hunter, bringing him down to one knee before letting go and delivering an overhand chop to the side of the head. Gemini pulled Hunter up and sent him into the corner with an Irish Whip, Gemini charged behind him and delivered a lariat in the corner. Gemini took a step back and began to deliver a combination of kicks to Hunter’s midsection and chops to te chest.
Mike Fisher: Gemini showing the world exactly why he was such a highly sought after free agent.
Scott James: Sometimes you’ve got to love when Osh Vaughan decides to open up his bank account for the good of the company!
Gemini hit a pair of uppercuts to Hunter in the corner before moving to the other side of the ring and charging, delivering a Stinger Splash in the corner. Hunter popped out of the corner, dazed, Gemini caught him with a kick to the gut and then picked him up, taking a few steps and slamming him down with a sidewalk slam. Gemini went for a nonchalant cover ….1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Gemini showing off his strength and dominance early on but Michael Hunter displaying grit and determination.
Scott James: Well, that’s one way to describe it–I would call it stupidity and ignorance.
Gemini waits for Hunter to get to his feet before going for a big boot which Hunter is able to duck. Gemini turns around and Hunter begins to lace him with a flurry of right hands to the face before sending him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Hunter hits off of the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Gemini ducks, the two men hit off of the ropes again and Gemini turns Hunter inside out with a massive big boot. Gemini places his foot on Hunter’s chest …1 …2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: I’ve got to say that Big Boot from Gemini may have rattled Michael Hunter’s brains.
Scott James: I think it knocked it right off of the brain stem!
Gemini pulled Hunter to his feet and delivered a knee to the gut before pulling him in and lifting him up, slamming him head first with his Implant DDT called the Eternal Nightmare. Gemini sat up, moving the hair from his face to display a terrifying grin.
Mike Fisher: I think that Gemini is just enjoying causing pain to Michael Hunter at this point.
Scott James: You know what they say, you can never trust a gemini.
Gemini pulled his prey to his feet and lifted him up in the air slamming him down head first again with a sitout tombstone piledriver.
Mike Fisher: OH MY GOD!!! THE CREEPING DEATH!!!
Scott James: It was at this exact moment that Michael Hunter’s life expired.
Gemini rolled over, casting his arm over his opponent as the referee counted …1 …2 …3!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner…GEMINI!!!!
Mike Fisher: Quite the impressive debut from the dark newcomer that they call Gemini.
Scott James: I see a bright future for this deranged individual here in the IIW.
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match and it is scheduled for one fall.
“The Man With All The Toys” by The Beach Boys starts to play as pictures of Hasbros, LJNs, Classic Superstars and many other lines of wrestling toys flash across the screen. “The Toy Boy” Jimmy Brooks comes out from the curtains with two of his favorite figures in hand speaking to the camera about how great they are the entire time
Alice Goldier: Introducing first, he hails from Beverly Hills, California, standing at five feet, ten inches tall and weighing in at 210 pounds, he is “The Toyboy”...JIMMY BROOKS!!!!
Jimmy made it about halfway down the rampway when a man a bit larger than him came sprinting from behind, clobbering Jimmy with a running double axe handle.
Mike Fisher: Now just what in the hell is this?
Scott James: That my old friend would be Maverick Tatum!
Tatum grabbed Jimmy by the head and tossed him into the steel barricade and then tossed him face first into the opposing side. Jimmy held his head and received a chop to his chest. Maverick grabbed him and tossed him over with a belly to belly suplex on the outside. Maverick looked over to the ground a retrieved one of Jimmy’s figures, a Hulk Hogan Hasbro.
Mike Fisher: First he’s attacking Jimmy Brooks before the match—now he’s going to do what exactly?
Scott James: We are about to witness another asshole maneuver, that’s for sure.
Tatum slammed the plastic figure against the floor, smashing it to bits. Jimmy crawled towards his figurine with a look of sadness in his eyes.
Mie Fisher: Was that really necessary? Jimmy Brooks is probably traumatized over that!
Scott James: Let’s be real, Jimmy Brooks hasn’t been the same ever since his encounter with Casimir Laska last Mayhem.
Tatum kicked Jimmy in the gut and pulled him to his feet, he lifted Jimmy in the air and dropped him, manhood first, onto the steel barricade. Jimmy screamed in pain before falling off to the concrete. Maverick pulled Jimmy to his feet, walking him to the ringside area and slamming him head first into the steel steps.
Mike Fisher: What I’d like to know is why the hell is Maverick Tatum doing this to Jimmy Brooks? These two have no prior history to my knowledge.
Scott James: My opinion? He’s trying to show Crush and Jesse James what is in store for them at Explosion when that Global Championship is on the line.
Tatum tosses Jimmy under the ropes and rolls in himself. The referee checks on Jimmy who gives him a headnod. The referee signals for the bell and it rings.
Mike Fisher: Well, we are finally underway in this one folks.
Scott James: Um, I don’t think there’s much left in it though.
Jimmy pulls himself to his feet and approaches Tatum. Jimmy goes for a clothesline but Tatum ducks and kicks Jimmy in the gut. Tatum leaps up and connects with a Canadian Destroyer.
Mike Fisher: HEADBANGER! That’s gotta be all she wrote.
Scott James: This one was over before it even started!
Tatum covers Jimmy …1 …2 …3!!
Alice Goldier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…MAVERICK TATUM!!!
Mike Fisher: We just saw the utter annihilation of Jimmy Brooks, for the second Mayhem in a row I might add.
Scott James: You see that man right there, the guy in your camera, his name is Maverick Tatum–don’t be surprised if you’re looking at the next IIW Global Champion!
Main Event: Crush/James vs. Borgata
In the main event of the evening, Crush and Jesse James team up to take on the formidable duo of Borgata. But there's a twist – if Crush and Jesse James win, the member who scores the pinfall gets to decide the stipulation for the Global Title match at Explosion. With so much on the line, tensions are sure to run high as these four competitors collide in the ring.
The ref checks all competitors and then signals for the bell. The bell rings and the match is underway. In the ring stands Saporito and Jesse James. Jesse James immediately runs and swarms Saporito in the corner. He nails a few clubbing blows and then Irish whips He into the corner. He nails a shoulder into Saporito's gut and then begins to slam a few more in. Saporito slugs to the bottom and Jesse James backs up. He Runs forward and nails a knee to Saporito's face.
Mike Fisher:"Strong start for Jesse James ."
Jesse James drags Saporito to the middle of the ring. He stomps He a few times and then drops an elbow. He goes for the win.
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Kickout at two by Saporito. Jesse James runs, rebounds off the ropes, and goes for a Leg Drop. Saporito rolls out of the way and Jesse James catches nothing but mat. Saporito tags in Spinella and Spinella immediately goes on the offence. He kneels over Jesse James and begins pounding in his head. Jesse James pushes him off and gets up quickly, but is sent back down with a clothesline. We see Shaun Hart in the audience, watching the match.
Spinella and Jesse James are now trading blows after that short distraction. Spinella finally gets the upper hand with a big shove, but Jesse James goes into the corner and tags in Crush. Crush hops into the ring and him and Spinella stand face to face.
Mike Fisher:"This is about to get nasty."
Scott James:"No shit."
Mike Fisher:"You know, you don't have to be so mean all the time."
Scott James:"Try being on commentary with a complete moron like yourself, then come back to me."
Mike Fisher:"Asshole."
Scott James:"Idiot."
Spinella and Crush are locked up and both men are trying to push each other. Neither move. Finally they both break and start trading blows. After a few moments of that they both go for a dropkick. Both men stand up confused. They look at each Other again and then lock up. Spinella gets the upper hand and takes Crush to the ground with a headlock. He keeps hold and tugs as Crush tries to break free. Crush gets up to one knee. He elbows Spinella in the gut. He does it again. And again. A fourth time breaks Spinella's hold and Crush grabs his head for a DDT. Crush lifts him up and Irish Whips him. Spinella comes back into a crossbody and Crush holds for the cover.
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Kickout at two. Crush calls for his Finisher. Spinella gets up and Crush goes for the "BONE CRUSHER". Spinella slips out and goes for the "Super SPINella". He nails it and Crush falls back into his corner. Jesse James tags himself in and immediately nails a hard Clothesline. He clotheslines Saporito off the ropes and Jesse James goes for the win.
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Everybody thinks the three count has happened. But the bell doesn't ring. The ref signals that it was only a 2. Jesse James looks livid as he grabs the referee by the shirt. He begins yelling at him as Spinella crawls over to Saporito and gets the tag. Jesse James doesn't notice as he is arguing with the ref. He finally lets go of the ref and turns to an awaiting Saporito. Saporito kicks him in the gut and nails a swinging neckbreaker, He covers!
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Jesse James kicks out and the crowd is shocked. Saporito calls for another super spinella as Jesse James slowly makes it to his feet. Saporito goes for it, but Jesse James shoves off and flies back into a tag from Crush. Crush comes in and nails a clothesline on Saporito. Saporito get's up and is nailed with a scoop slam. Crush rebounds off the ropes and drops a leg across Saporito's throat. Saporito begins gasping for air as Crush get's down and grabs him by the head, picking him up… He lifts him up……….BONE CRUSHER!
Jesse James is quickly in the ring to nail Spinella before he can break up the pin
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