IWF International Incident Results 29th June 2008

[Charles Windsor]

*"New Way To Live" by Alter Bridge hits as the crowd erupts with boos for the entering Jake Seven.*

Cross: "International Incident is starting off big with a match that has seen its interest grow exponentially over the past week."

Ventura: "This match could pave the way for Jake Seven to become General Manager for one show, and if he does well, who knows how the Ringmaster might reward him?"

Cross: "Jake Seven has been lobbying for the job for two months now. A win tonight will give him his dream job, even if it is just for one show."

*Jake Seven looks totally confident as he warns his detractors in the crowd to treat him better or risk his wrath when he's the General Manager.*

Stark: "From Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds, 'THE SIN CITY SUPERSTAR' JAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEEEEE SEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNN!"

*Seven rolls under the bottom rope, then quickly pops up holding both arms high in the air to loud boos. After that display, he walks over to Jenny Stark and tells her something. She lifts her microphone back up.*

Stark: "And future General Manager of IWF!"

*This garners even more boos from the fans at ringside.*

Ventura: "It's a real possibility especially if Jordan takes a dive."

Cross: "That won't happen."

Ventura: "Even for a World Title match? I'd lose a match to Jake Seven for a chance to face MJW for the IWF World Title."

Cross: "The Faction hasn't won anything, yet, Jesse. No need to jump the gun."

Ventura: "The Faction's supremacy tonight is a sure thing. Count on it!"

*Seven's music cuts off, but the boos fill the silence until Pearl Jam's "Even Flow" hits. The crowd instantly starts cheering as "The Role Model" walks out onto the stage.*

Cross: "This match holds a lot for Anthony Jordan, too. A win in this match could effectively end his war with the Ringmaster and allow him to move up the ladder to a place he is more suited for."

Ventura: "And let him rework that minimum pay contract the Ringmaster duped him into signing."

Cross: "That was the catalyst for the war between those two."

Stark: "From Long Beach, Mississippi, USA, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, 'THE ROLE MODEL' ANTHHHHHHHONYYYYYYYYYYY JORRRRRRRRRRDAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!"

*Jordan hops up the steps and enters the ring. He stays on the opposite side of the ring away from Seven, but plays to the crowd nonetheless.*

Cross: "It's funny how all the bad blood from the Ringmaster and Anthony Jordan has spilled into this feud, but Jordan and Seven, despite the similarities they had a week or so ago, really do not get along."

Ventura: "Maybe they see each other as threats or maybe they feel IWF is only big enough for one hero."

*"Even Flow" cuts off, and the referee calls for the bell to begin the match. Jordan and Seven rush in for a Collar-and-Elbow Tie-up. Jordan wins it and puts Seven into a Side Headlock. Seven struggles, but it is to no avail as Jordan grabs his arm and shoots behind him in a Hammerlock. With Seven focusing on his left arm, Jordan puts his head under Seven's arm, releases the Hammerlock, and hits Seven with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Seven rolls over on his stomach as he's grimacing in pain from the move. Jordan stays on the attack and reapplies the Hammerlock with Seven on the mat.*

Cross: "Aggressive strategy coming out the gate from Anthony Jordan. We haven't seen this from him in a while."

Ventura: "He needs to take a supremely conditioned competitor like Jake Seven seriously."

*Jake Seven struggles, but can't free himself from the hold. Getting back to a vertical base doesn't look promising, either. With his first two options appearing unlikely, Seven pulls himself to the bottom rope and drapes his free arm across it. This forces the referee to break the hold. Jordan is pushed back, but quickly rushes back to Seven once released. Jordan applies a Waistlock to the rising Seven and pulls him to his feet. Before "The Role Model" can try anything, Jake Seven swings his head back and catches Jordan in the face with a Headbutt. Jordan breaks the hold and turns away grabbing his face. Seven wastes no time in hitting Jordan in the back of the right knee with a chop block. Jordan goes down, and "The Sin City Superstar" pops up and begins stomping Jordan's right knee.*

Ventura: "Good thinking by Seven. He's showing some aggressiveness, too."

*After a few stomps, Seven pulls Jordan up and backs him into the ropes. Seven shoots Jordan across the ring. As Jordan comes back from the opposite ropes, Seven wraps his arms around him and throws him back with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Seven plays to the fans for a few seconds, getting loud boos, before going back to business. He picks Jordan back up and puts his head between his knees. Seven pulls Jordan up looking for a Piledriver, but Jordan smartly claps his legs together around Seven's head and is dropped back down. Jordan then scoops Seven's legs out from under him and looks for the Idolizer as the fans stand up and start cheering. Seven quickly wiggles his legs out from Jordan's arms and rolls out of the ring to thunderous boos.*

Cross: "You can't take a technician like Anthony Jordan lightly, and Jake Seven found out why."

Ventura: "But he got himself out of harms way. Jake just needs to calm down and establish control. He needs to get away from working the leg and stick with the back and neck like he was doing."

Cross: "Working on both wouldn't be a bad idea, if Seven can maintain control for that long. Seven is the bigger man, albeit not by much, and any give in Jordan's legs on maybe the Perfect Example or one of his other moves could save Seven."

Ventura: "Not being a big fan of Jordan's, I have to admit that Seven probably won't dominate long enough to do that much damage. I say focus on the back to set up his Suplex/Powerbomb finisher."

*Seven takes exception with a fan at ringside and talks some smack before snarling and turning back to the ring. Once he does, he has no time to react as Jordan catapults himself over the top rope and hits Seven with a Flying Body Press. The fans cheer the rare high-risk move as Jordan stands up and praises himself. Jordan stays on the attack and pulls Seven up to a standing position before putting his head under Jordan's left arm and pulling up. With Seven completely vertical, Jordan drops Seven neck-first on the apron in a modified Brainbuster. Seven then falls to the ground with a sickening thud, but isn't there long as Jordan rolls him into the ring and follows. Jordan makes the cover...



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Kick-out! Seven gets his shoulder up as Jordan looks at the referee in shock, but decides not to argue. Jordan pulls Seven back up and lifts him vertical again. This time Jordan falls to a knee and lets Seven's back crash into his bended knee. Jordan executes Rectitude perfectly as Seven rolls over onto his stomach and clutches at his back.*

Cross: "Jordan's making the most out of his high-risk attempt. Seven looks to be in a ton of pain."

Ventura: "By hook or by crook, Seven needs to stop this onslaught. Jordan looks unleashed right now."

*Jordan covers again, but only gets a two. After the cover is broken, Seven rolls back onto his stomach as he's favoring his back. Jordan backs up into the corner and hops up to the middle rope. He sizes Seven up and dives off sending his right elbow into Seven's lower back. "The Sin City Superstar" yells out in pain as Jordan gets back up and delivers two hard stomps to the same area. Jordan pulls Seven to the ropes and runs to the opposite ropes. He somersaults and looks for Rolling Thunder, but Seven manages to scramble out of the way and into the corner. The fans boo, but Jordan continues after Seven. Seven shoots out and looks for a Clothesline, but Jordan ducks. He quickly turns around and pulls Seven's head back and hooks it under his left arm. Jordan lifts Seven up before quickly turning and sending his right arm into Seven's throat and driving him into the mat with the Jordan Twist. Jordan covers again...











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TH...KICK-OUT! The fans boo as Jake Seven kicks out again. Jordan slaps the mat and tells the referee to count quicker.*

Cross: "I don't know if this is a result of his new lifestyle, but Jake Seven's reaction time seems to be slower tonight."

Ventura: "It could be, but Anthony Jordan has been aggressive tonight. Seven hasn't had time to breathe. He needs to get creative and do it soon."

*Jordan stands up and looks around the ring before signaling for the end. He pulls Seven up, but Seven falls back into the ropes. Jordan tries to pull him away, but Seven grips the top rope, which gains loud boos. The referee tries to break it up, but accidentally gets elbowed in the face by Jordan. The referee clutches his face and turns away from the action as Jordan pulls Seven away and bends him over to set up the Perfect Example. Jordan hooks Seven's right arm, but Seven fights to keep his left arm free and hits a low blow. Jordan falls to the mat as Seven stumbles up. He points to his head as the fans voice their anger. He picks Jordan up and lifts him vertical.*

Ventura: "That's getting creative, Jake!"

Cross: "Or lucky! Jake Seven should be disqualified!"

*With Jordan vertical, Seven swings Jordan's head forward and brings him down in a stiff Fallout Powerbomb The fans are going insane with their jeering as the referee finally turns around. However, due to the abuse he's taken, Seven falls back. With neither man in a pinning position, the referee starts the ten count.*

Cross: "What happens if we have a draw?"

Ventura: "I say Seven gets to run half a show in that case!"

*The referee gets to three as the fans try to cheer Jordan back. Jake Seven, however, has gotten enough of his wits back to sit up and thus be making the cover. The referee counts...










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Ventura: "Jake might have it!"














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Cross: "It can't end like this!"















THRE...KICK-OUT! The fans explode with cheers as Jordan gets his shoulder up at the last second.*

Ventura: "I think that was three! His hand hit the mat first!"

Cross: "No, it didn't, Jesse. The match continues."

Ventura: "But for how long? Jake Seven has the advantage now. He's shown that he can hit his finisher, and if he does it again, I think the match is over."

*Seven pulls himself up and holds up three fingers to the referee, but his query is dismissed. Seven decides to go back on the offensive as he lifts up Jordan's right leg and uses it to turn him over. Seven then pulls back on the leg and applies a Single Leg Boston Crab. Jordan screams out in pain as his somewhat sore knee and extremely sore back are being tortured in the hold. Seven wrenches back and yells for Jordan to give up. The referee asks, but Jordan shakes his head.*

Ventura: "Great move by Seven! A submission victory over Jordan would make him golden to the Ringmaster!"

*Jordan starts pulling himself to the ropes as the fans try to will him on. Jordan reaches out, but the bottom rope is still to far away. Seven sees his chances at a submission slipping away, so he wrenches back even more. Jordan screams loudly and starts wildly reaching for the rope. He's slapping the mat wildly. The referee seems unsure whether it is a sign of submission or desperation to break the hold. In one of his wild waves, Jordan hits the rope causing it to vibrate. It allows him to finally reach the rope, and the referee calls for Seven to release.*

Ventura: "Jordan tapped out! The referee just screwed Jake Seven!"

Cross: "I think he was reaching for the ropes!"

Ventura: "He tapped out!"

*Seven throws Jordan's leg down and furiously argues with the referee as the fans cheer loudly. Seeing that he can't win the disagreement, Seven goes back to "The Role Model." Seven picks Jordan up and hits an Inverted Atomic Drop. Seven quickly hooks Jordan's head in a Front-Facelock before falling back to hit a DDT. Seven makes the cover...









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TH...KICK-OUT! Seven shoots the referee a nasty look as the fans go wild again.*

Cross: "Jake Seven is firmly in control now and has completely switched roles with Anthony Jordan. Now you wonder how far away victory is for Seven."

Ventura: "He should have already had it!"

*Seven pulls Jordan up again and hooks his right arm across Jordan's chest and over his left shoulder. Seven then reaches across Jordan's back with his left arm and locks his hands and swings Jordan down across his knee. Jordan yells out in pain, but is pulled back up as Seven maintains his grip. Seven then lets his left arm unhook and fall backwards hitting a Flatliner. Seven neglects going for a cover and simply holds his arms up in perceived victory, which the fans sorely detest.*

Ventura: "Way to keep focus, Jake! Finish him off!"

*With Jordan now on his back, Seven gives him a stiff slap across the face before pulling him up. Seven shoves Jordan's head under his left arm and lifts his vertical looking for his finisher again. This time, however, Jordan manages to find the energy to kick his legs free and land behind Seven facing away. Jordan quickly spins around and hooks Seven in a Waistlock. Before Seven can break it, Jordan throws him back with a Release German Suplex, which sends the fans into a frenzy.*

Cross: "Anthony Jordan needed a big move, and he hit one! Things now look a lot more even as Jake Seven got a reminder of how much his back has suffered in this match."

Ventura: "If Seven can get up quickly and resume control, he's still in good position to win!"

Cross: "Both men are worn down, but who will gut it out and win?"

*Seven starts stirring first around five of the referee's count. Jordan starts moving two seconds later as both men pull themselves up. Jordan stumbles into the corner as Seven steadies himself with the top rope. Seven walks along with the ropes to get his barings back, then notices Jordan in the corner. Seven sprints over looking for an elbow to the face, but Jordan leaves the corner and second before Seven can get there. Seven crashes into the corner and steps back out doubled-over in pain. Jordan sees an opportunity and double-underhooks Seven's arms and spins him around looking for the Perfect Example.*

Cross: "This could be it!"

*Jordan lifts up looking to plant Seven with his finisher as the fans stand in unison in cheer. Seven has other ideas, however, and kicks his legs to get enough momentum to flip over onto his feet. As Jordan stands back up, Seven pushes off on "The Role Model's" shoulders and lands on top of them. Seven rolls through looking for a Victory Roll, but Jordan falls to his knees to block with a pin!







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THREE! Jordan releases Seven and falls to the mat point up in victory as "Even Flow" hits.*

Stark: "Your winner of the match, 'THE ROLE MODEL' ANTHONYYYYYYY JORRRRRRRDDDDDAAAAAANNNNNN!"

*The fans are going wild as Seven just lays face down knowing his chance for General Manager is gone.*

Cross: "What a counter! What a brilliant way to score the winning pinfall!"

Ventura: "Seven must have been wrestling this match under protest because he won it at least two times in my mind!"

Cross: "If you say so, but the record books will indicate otherwise!"

*Jordan rolls out of the ring as the referee follows him to raise his hand*

Cross: "The night starts off badly for the Faction! Is that a sign of things to come?"

Then the fans boo as the Ringmaster's music hits, and he walks down the ramp wearing his neckbrace. He leans on his cane, frowning at Seven before he calls for a mic.

He shakes his head, glaring at AJ before he speaks. "Hold it! I want to know who I assigned this official to this match? Because I didn't! And that means that since this was not the proper official?"

The Ringmaster smiled as the fans booed, and the referee protested as he held up the fuming AJ's hand again. "This match is null and void! And Anthony Jordan is Disqualified!"

[donzig]

¤The Fall of Troy’s “F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.” hits the arena as Yeh Ren enters the arena. Kagrra enters tentatively behind him. He reaches for her hand with a nod. She takes it and they walk down to the ring¤

Ventura: Dead man walking.

Cross: I dunno, anybody who’s seen him wrestle in a big match situation like this has seen just how much punishment he can take and keep coming back.

Ventura: Well, I haven’t seen that, but I’ve seen how much punishment John Gone can give.

¤The fans are a lot more responsive than when he first joined, actively cheering for Yeh Ren as he enters the ring. The reactions turn the polar opposite as “Red Right Hand” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds ominously begins to play. John Gone walks through the curtain to the stage as the fans jeer him loudly¤

Cross: This is a sick, sick man.

Ventura: Yeah, Yeh Ren says he can take a lot of punishment, but he may be in over his head here, Chris.

¤¤The Bell Rings¤¤

¤They stand facing each other in the ring. Yeh Ren waits for Gone to make his move, but Gone stands motionless. Yeh Ren jumps back and fakes out an attack but Gone still doesn’t move. He just stares at Yeh Ren lazily. Finally Yeh Ren shoots in at Gone, but Gone steps back and slams his knee under Yeh Ren’s chin. He holds on to Yeh Ren by the shoulder and follows up by punching him right under the rib cage. He hits him in the same spot a few more times before picking him up and slamming him onto the mat¤

Ventura: Gone starts off in control.

Cross: For a guy so blasé in general, he’s really taking it to Yeh Ren here in the early going.

¤Yeh Ren rolls onto his side and Gone runs in and drives his shin across the bridge of Yeh Ren’s nose. Yeh Ren’s head snaps back and he rolls onto his back. Gone digs his heel around the face of Yeh Ren’s mask until he has it against the side of his nose. He pulls back and kicks him hard¤

Cross: Ohh, shot right to the nose from Gone.

Ventura: That’s gonna draw some blood.

¤Yeh Ren rolls to his front and gets his legs under him. He somersaults away from Gone and gets to his feet. He runs at Gone and goes for a kick to the midsection but Gone catches his foot. He tries for an enziguri but Gone ducks his head down and hits a lariat right between Yeh Ren’s legs. Yeh Ren lands folded up on the mat¤

Ventura: Ouch. He swatted him right out of the air with that one.

¤Gone runs off the ropes as Yeh Ren gets to his feet. He swings at Yeh Ren but Yeh Ren ducks with a backwards somersault. As he rolls and as Gone runs past he kicks his leg back and drives his heel into the back of Gone’s leg¤

Cross: Yeh Ren’s on the offensive now!

¤Gone staggers as Yeh Ren lands on his feet and follows up with a spinning leg lariat. Gone hits the mat and Yeh Ren dives on top of him with a standing Senton bomb. He rolls to his feet and dives on him again with a standing Moonsault. He follows up with a twisting Senton¤

Cross: He’s not letting up on Gone for a second.

Ventura: He can’t if he wants to win this.

¤He picks up Gone and whips him into the ropes. He jumps over him with a reverse leap frog and hits a back cracker on the way down. He segues that directly into a rolling clutch pin¤

Ventura: Pin attempt!

Ref: …1…2…

¤Gone kicks out¤

Cross: Much too early for a pin fall, but a nice series of moves there from Yeh Ren.

¤As he gets up, Gone grabs Yeh Ren by the top of the mask and slams the back of his head onto the mat. He stands over Yeh Ren and grinds his heel into his temple. Yeh Ren kicks his legs up, freeing his head from under Gone’s heel. He gets his ankles around Gone’s neck and takes him down with a headscissors¤

Cross: Nice counter out of nowhere from Yeh Ren!

Ventura: He might have a shot at beating Gone after all.

¤He kips up and goes for a standing leg drop, but Gone gets out of the way. He gets to his feet before Yeh Ren can react and kicks him hard in the stomach. Yeh Ren doubles over and Gone kicks him just as hard in the face. Yeh Ren’s whole upper body snaps back onto the mat¤

Ventura: Or not…

¤Gone grabs Yeh Ren by the bottom of his mask’s face. He takes a look around ringside and drags him to the corner outside if which Kagrra is standing. He sits Yeh Ren up against the turnbuckle and starts kicking him in the stomach and ribs¤

Kagrra: Stop!

¤Gone kicks him harder. On the last kick Yeh Ren grabs Gone’s leg and out of nowhere contorts himself and drop toe holds Gone into the turnbuckle¤

Cross: Another counter from Yeh Ren out of nowhere!

¤Yeh Ren scrambles to the middle of the ring and waits for Gone to turn around. As soon as he does Yeh Ren vaults himself into the corner, driving both of his knees into Gone’s chest. As soon as Yeh Ren’s feet hit the mat he takes a step back and nails Gone with a STIFF super kick. Gone tumbles over the top rope and lands at ring side¤

Ventura: Gone’s outside of the ring!

Cross: Let’s see how Yeh Ren follows up…

¤Yeh Ren dashes to the opposite side of the ring. He makes sure where Gone is before leaping across the ring and over the top rope with a Space Flying Tiger Drop¤

Cross: Space Flying Tiger Drop!

Ventura: When’s the last time we’ve seen one of those?

Crowd: Yeh Ren! Yeh Ren! Yeh Ren!

¤Yeh Ren runs around the ring to the commentary area and grabs a chair. He runs back over to where Gone is, but Gone cuts him off by punching the chair into Yeh Ren’s face. Yeh Ren staggers back and drops the chair¤

Ventura: So much for Yeh Ren’s momentum.

Cross: It seems like every time Yeh Ren gets some offense in Gone just cuts him off at the knees.

¤Gone picks it up and LEVELS him with it. He rolls Yeh Ren back into the ring. Gone saunters around the ring and casually rolls in by Kagrra. In a daze, Yeh Ren climbs the ropes to his feet as Gone stalks around him with the chair. Gone whistles to Yeh Ren before cracking him across the face with the chair. Yeh Ren reels back against the ropes and turns over so he leans forward against the turnbuckle. Gone gets behind Yeh Ren and SLICES him across the head with the chair. Yeh Ren hits the mat hard, blood dripping out of his mask through the eye holes¤

Cross: Oh, Yeh Ren’s definitely busted open now.

Ventura: A shot like that would cut anybody open.

¤Gone sees the blood and smiles. He throws Yeh Ren into the corner and rolls out of the ring. He exits right next to Kagrra. She tries to run as soon as his feet hit the floor, but he grabs her by the back of her maid outfit¤

Cross: What is he doing? Leave her alone!

¤He stares at her for a moment before grabbing the frill off of her head. He smirks and rolls back into the ring. Yeh Ren is struggling to his feet, but Gone kicks him back down. He takes Kagrra’s frill and smears it along Yeh Ren’s face inside his mask. He pulls it out and the once-white piece of lace is now stained completely red with Yeh Ren’s blood¤

Cross: Oh, that is completely uncalled for!

Ventura: Looks like Gone’s got himself a trophy.

¤He heads over to the other side of the ring and drops it at Kagrra’s feet. Yeh Ren gets his bearings back and runs up behind Gone. He grabs his arms, crosses them, and hits the 7/7/7! He slides over the chair with his foot. He picks up Gone and hits a Fisherman’s Buster on the chair! He covers¤

Ref: …1…2…

¤Gone kicks out¤

Cross: I think he almost had him with that one.

Ventura: Yeh Ren’s backing up his word, he can take a hell of a lot of punishment and bounce right back.

¤He goes for a leg drop with the chair underneath his legs but Gone gets his knees up and the chair is driven into Yeh Ren’s tailbone¤

Cross: Ow.

Ventura: That’ll do damage to the legs AND the back.

¤Gone pulls himself up and drags Yeh Ren to the middle of the ring¤

Cross: I’m noticing Gone isn’t coming back from attacks quite as fast as Yeh Ren. He’s making comebacks but he’s always just a little bit slower to recover than Yeh Ren is.

¤He stands over him holding the chair¤

Ventura: This does not look good for Yeh Ren.

¤He throws a quick smirk over to Kagrra before slicing the chair across Yeh Ren’s face. He holds Yeh Ren in place with his foot before slicing him again. Then he starts simply cracking Yeh Ren across the head and face with the chair. Finally he lifts the chair up and jabs Yeh Ren right in the mouth with it¤

Cross: Come on, Gone!

Ventura: Has he even tried to pin him yet?

Cross: No.

¤Gone teases a cover, but instead he sets the chair up next to Yeh Ren. Yeh Ren is trying to push himself up. He gets about to his hands and knees when Gone sits down on the chair and props his feet up on Yeh Ren’s back¤

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cross: That is just insulting.

Ventura: That’s the idea, Chris.

¤Yeh Ren pushes Gone’s legs off of him and goes on the attack, but Gone stands, pulls the chair up, and cracks Yeh Ren across the jaw in one fluid motion. Yeh Ren lands back-first on the mat. Gone sits Yeh Ren up and gets behind him. He waits a second to make sure Yeh Ren stays up and BREAKS THE CHAIR over his head! ¤

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Cross: He BROKE the chair! BROKE IT!

Ventura: That’ll just about do it for Yeh Ren.

¤The seat of the chair goes flying and lands at ringside. Yeh Ren just sort of slumps forward. Kagrra is frantic at ringside. Gone glances over the ropes at where the seat landed, feigning shock. He casually sits next to Yeh Ren and drapes an arm over him¤

Ref: 1…2…

¤YEH REN KICKS OUT! ¤

Cross: He kicked out, Jesse! HE KICKED OUT!

Ventura: Color me impressed.

¤With a sigh, Gone picks up the broken remnants of the chair and sits Yeh Ren up. He puts his foot on Yeh Ren’s back and starts choking him with the back of the chair¤

Ref: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Break the hold!

¤Gone just looks at him, scoffs, and goes back to choking Yeh Ren. But Yeh Ren manages to slip his head out and rolls out of the ring. He wanders around ringside in a daze as Gone watches from inside the ring. He walks over and holds the chair frame over Yeh Ren and simply drops it on his head. It lands with a thud and Yeh Ren staggers but keeps his feet under him. He sees Gone standing right against the ropes and kicks his leg up and sweeps Gone’s legs out from under him. He slides into the ring and hits a somewhat sloppy Quebrada and covers¤

Ref: …1…

¤Gone kicks out¤

Ventura: Barely even a one count. I don’t know how much Yeh Ren has in the tank after Gone broke that chair over him, but he needs to throw whatever he can at Gone fast.

¤Gone gets to his feet at the same time as Yeh Ren. Yeh Ren steps back and launches at Gone for a superkick, but lifts his leg up higher and instead of hitting Gone with his heel he cracks him in the mouth with his knee¤

Cross: Nice! Some kind of super kick/knee strike combination.

¤Gone staggers back towards the corner. Yeh Ren grabs him by the head and hits the Shiranui. He climbs the turnbuckle as quick as he can and hits the Ouroboros Splash! ¤

Ventura: He hit the splash!

Cross: That’s a hell of a nice looking move, let’s see if it’ll get the job done…

¤He covers¤

Ref: …1…2…

¤Gone barely kicks out! ¤

Ventura: Not quite.

¤Yeh Ren backs off Gone and leans against the ropes on the far end of the ring to catch his breath. He sees Gone start to stir. In a flash, he runs across the ring, jumps over Gone, and springs off the middle rope for another Quebrada. But Gone rolls out of the way and grabs Yeh Ren by his waistband in mid air. He pulls hard and Yeh Ren ends up landing right on his head¤

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Cross: Good god, he landed on his head!

Ventura: And with all the force he launched off of those ropes with, too.

¤He clutches at his neck as Gone drags him to Kagrra’s side of the ring. He picks Yeh Ren up and hits the Murder Ballad¤

Cross: That’s gotta be it.

Ventura: And right in Kagrra’s face.

¤He covers¤

Ref: …1…2…3!

Cross: It’s over.

Announcer: Here is your winner…JOHN GONE!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

¤After the match, Gone kneels over Yeh Ren and pinches his nose and mouth shut through the mask. Yeh Ren struggles to get Gone off of him but is too weak from the match¤

Cross: Come on, will someone get Gone off of him! He’s gonna kill him!

¤The referee tries to push Gone away and other referees run out to do the same. Kagrra climbs into the ring and slaps Gone¤

Ventura: Uh oh.

¤Gone smiles and lets Yeh Ren go and stares Kagrra dead in the eye. She backs away a step before Gone rolls out of the ring. Kagrra kneels down and tends to Yeh Ren. She doesn’t see Gone roll back into the ring behind her. He pulls Kagrra up and grabs her by the face. He holds her mouth open and shoves the frill stained with Yeh Ren’s blood into her mouth. He pie faces her back on top of Yeh Ren and climbs back out of the ring¤

[donzig]

After a promo for the next PPV, the fans cheer as the lights dim! And then the music of Joel Frost blasts across the speakers, blue mist swirling down the ramp. He steps out of the back, posing for the crowd before he heads for the ring.

He rolls inside the ring, climbing the turnbuckle to pose. And then 'Stricken' hit, and the fans again cheered as Kid Kaos ran from the back. He wasted no time, diving into the ring with a glare at Frost before he climbed the turnbuckle to motion at his waist.

Frost smirked, and then the place exploded as the Dropkick Murphys thundered over the arena. And the fans cheered as Shamus stalked from the back with a wild look in his eyes, as he stormed across the stage with a few roars of 'Say What Now?' at the fans.

Then he headed for the ring, nodding to Frost with a shrug cast to Kaos before he tried to get a beer from the vendor.

Then Mikkey was heading for the ring with Max Jewel, swearing at the fans before tearing up a few Shamus signs. He held up the TV Title, posing with it. Then he climbed into the ring, frowning at the other three as the ref held up the belt.

Then the bell rang!

Mikkey charged at Frost, hammering away at him as Kaos attacked Shamus to knock him to the outside! The fans cheered, and Kaos and Shamus started to battle on the outside. Mikkey was beating away at Joel Frost, throwing him into the turnbuckle! Frost dove aside as Mikkey charged, and hit him with a huge neckbreaker!

Kaos dove inside, catching Frost with a dropkick that sent him across the mat! And then made the pin on Mikkey for the quick two! Then he was on his feet, only to be rolled up by Mikkey!

The fans booed as the ref made a two, before Kaos kicked out! Then the rising Mikkey and Kaos were knocked to the outside by a huge double clothesline from Frost! The three lay outside, and Shamus was shown pounding down a beer with a fan before he threw the cup aside!

Max Jewel was sent sprawling by a huge clothesline before Shamus grabbed the rising Mikkey to slam him face first across the ring barrier. He hammered away at him, bouncing his head off it a few times before he caught him with a knee to the ribs.

Then he dropped him, grabbing the rising Frost to drop him with a huge headbutt! The fans exploded, and Shamus then dragged Kaos to his feet to chop him across the chest a few times.

Then he threw him inside.

Kaos came to his feet, then charged at Shamus as he came inside. He caught him with a few wild knees to the head, hammering away at him before he hit him with a Hurricane DDT!

The fans gave a mixed pop, and then Kaos made the pin!

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And Mikkey broke the pin, elbowing Kaos across the head. He dragged him to his feet, snarling as he punched him a few times in the head before he caught him with a knee before he called for the 'Astonishing Panarama'!

But Kaos reversed out of nowhere, and caught him with a 'Rolling Fisherman Bomb!'. The fans cheered, and then he called for the 'Reign of Chaos'!

But Shamus grabbed him, roaring as he leveled Kaos with 'Irish Carbomb'. The fans cheered, and Shamus grabbed Kaos to hit him with a huge headbutt before throwing him hard to the outside.

Then he pulled Mikkey to his feet, smashing him with the Hangover before he climbed the Turnbuckle to crash down with the Double Stomp!

The place exploded, and Shamus after a long pause made the pin!

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2....

Max Jewel dove inside, grabbing for the ref but was dragged to the outside and dropped with a huge punch from Joel Frost!

THREE! THREE!

The fans roared as the ref grabbed Shamus' hand, holding it into the air! And then he was handed the TV Title, which he grinned as he held it up before yelling for a beer.

Mikkey retreated up the ramp, glaring at Shamus as he leaned on Max Jewel. Frost said nothing, and Kaos looked annoyed as he watched Shamus dance a jig in the ring.

And we cut to the back where the Ringmaster is fuming!

'This is getting to be a bad night!'

MJW and Croc nod in agreement, and then head for the door as a video package of Donzig's quest for the Title plays.

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The fans boo, jeering as they voice their disapproval of Croc as 'Breakstuff' thunders over the arena. And the fans are not at all pleased as he displayed his referee shirt before climbing into the ring.

He walked back and forth, smirking before the music hit.

And the one and only British Hero came from the back, posing
proudly on the stage and smirking as the fans booed. Then he motioned to his waist, grinning cockily as he headed for the ring. He climbed inside, embracing Croc before he turned to glare at the ramp! And he called for Donzig, challenging him to appear it seemed.

The fans roared, cheering as the IWF World Heavyweight Champion stormed from the back clad in a simple black Industry T-shirt and a black and dark red kilt. He ran back and forth, screaming at the fans before he thrust the belt high.

The fans chanted his name, and he lowered the belt to his shoulder with a shake of his head at the ring. Then he headed for the ring slowly, frowning as he held the belt up again with both hands before he climbed inside.

He snarled at the Faction, climbing the turnbuckle to hold it towards the fans again.

Then Croc took the belt, holding it up with a grin to MJW! Then he handed the belt away, and called for the bell. Donzig charged forward, hammering away at MJW with big rights and lefts with shot after shot before he threw him into the ropes before sending him sprawling to the outside with a big clothesline!

The fans cheered, and Croc pushed Donzig back as MJW came to his feet shaking his head in dismay. Cross stated that this was old school Donzig as MJW crawled into the ring. The Ego climbed to his feet, shaking his head before he motioned for Donzig to bring it. Donzig started forward, and Croc nailed the American Destroyer with a low blow!

The fans booed, and MJW wasted no time as he grabbed Donzig's head to start pounding away at him. Battering away before he leveled him with a DDT, Donzig sprawled and the Ego dropped a huge knee on his head.

MJW backed off, and Donzig slowly started to get up! But MJW charged forward, kicking him across the head before he dragged him to his feet to throw him hard into the ropes! And Donzig was dropped with a huge shoulderblock, and MJW made the pin.

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And Donzig kicked out of the fast count, the fans cheered as Croc and MJW fumed! The British Hero pulled Donzig up, chopping him into the corner before Donzig grabbed him to spin him around. Then he slammed his head against the turnbuckle for shot after shot, the fans roared. He climbed the turnbuckle, and started to drop punch after punch down on his head as Croc tried to pull him off as the fans counted.

And Donzig made it a point of going to thirteen punches instead of ten, screaming that Croc didn't dare DQ him!

Croc seethed, and Donzig and him exchanged hate filled glares. MJW grabbed Donzig, rolling him up in a small package which led to another quick count!

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And Donzig barely escaped, and the fans cheered! MJW came to his feet, charging forward to catch the American Destroyer with a huge knee! Donzig fell back, and then the Ego grabbed him to start punching away before he let him fall. MJW posed, smirking as the fans booed.

Donzig rose to his feet, pulling on the ropes! And MJW charged forward, but was thrown over the ropes! Donzig followed out after him, and grabbed MJW to bounce his head against the mat! That blow followed by another and another, and Donzig whipped MJW towards the stairs!

But the Ego reversed, and the stairs exploded as Donzig plowed into them. The American Destroyer landed in a heap, shaking his head as MJW wrapped a cord around his neck! He dragged him towards the announce tables, choking him as the fans booed! Croc cheered on his partner, and Cross again stated how biased Croc was!

Ventura replied with 'Duh!'.

Donzig was fading fast it seemed, and then he reached behind him to hook MJW's legs as he rose! And MJW was across his back, still pulling on that cable! And then Donzig threw himself back, and MJW bounced across the Spanish Announce table as it bowed, parts of it falling off.

Donzig rubbed at his neck, gasping before he spat. Then he climbed onto the main announce table, eyes narrowed before he tore off his elbow pad! Then he leapt, dropping a huge elbow on the downed MJW! The Spanish Announce Table exploded under the weight of the pair, shattering into wreckage. The fans chanted 'Holy Shit!' as the pair lay in a broken tangle.

Croc slid to the outside, running across the floor to help MJW from the mess. He helped him to his feet, supporting the limping British Hero as he carried him towards the ring. Then he shoved him inside, before he pulled Donzig upwards before throwing him against the side of the ring!

The fans booed, and Donzig fell before he was dragged back up to have his head bounced against the ringpost! Then he was thrown inside, MJW shook his head then waited for the bleeding Donzig to stagger to his feet.

Then he pounced, catching the Champion with an MKO!

The fans booed, jeering as Donzig sprawled in a heap. Then the Ego smirked, posing before he made the pin. Croc dove for the count.

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And Donzig's hand snapped upwards, as Croc's hand hovered inches from the mat! MJW swore, glaring in rage as he pulled Donzig back to his feet to level him with a snap suplex! Then he dropped a few knees, before going to the outside to grab a steel chair! He slammed it against the mat, screaming as Donzig forced himself back to his feet.

And then MJW charged in, but Donzig caught him with a drop toe hold! MJW fell, head bouncing against the chair! And Donzig pounced, locking on the Ankle Lock as he hauled him to the middle of the ring! And Croc shoved him off, shaking his head.

Donzig glared at him, then grabbed the rising MJW to start punching at him. He snarled, then chomped down on MJW's forehead with a vicious bite before Croc tore him off! And Donzig spun, planting a boot in Croc's gut before planting him with a Donzig Stunner!

The fans exploded, and Donzig stared down at Croc before he kicked the rising MJW hard with a huge boot! MJW staggered, and then Donzig caught him with a 25:17! The fans exploded, and Donzig ran across the ring to hit the middle rope to launch the Industrial Revolution!

MJW was in a broken heap as Donzig made the pin. And an IWF referee ran down to the ring, diving inside to make the pin.

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THREE! THREE! THREE!

The fans roared, chanting for Donzig as the ref handed him the IWF World Heavyweight Title. He stared down at it, shaking his head before he limped to his feet to hold the belt high.

The fans booed, jeering as the Ringmaster shook his head. Limping his way down to the ring, his eyes locked on Donzig before he climbed inside. He walked forward, grinning evilly. 'You just couldn't do it could you? Now give me my IWF World Heavyweight Title, and give it to me now.'

The fans booed, and Donzig frowned before he held out the belt towards the Ringmaster. Then the IWF Owner reached for it, and then Donzig tightened his grip. The eyes of the Ringmaster widened, and Donzig spat in his face!

The fans exploded, and the Ringmaster fumed before he was caught with a huge Donzig Stunner!

The place exploded, and Donzig grabbed the steel chair to crack it across the head of the rising Croc! The Aussie Icon fell over, and then he grabbed MJW who was back on his feet to level him with right after right before he lifted him into the air!

And the place exploded as MJW was dropped onto the turnbuckle with an Extinction Level Event (Brainbusta). He fell to the outside in a heap, and Donzig grabbed the Ringmaster's cane to place it under his throat and choke him. And he growled into his ear after grabbing his mic.

'Ringmaster! I promised you a fucking reckoning, and it is Judgment Day! You woke a sleeping giant, buddy! You wanted the old stuff?'

The fans roared, and Ringmaster clawed at his cane before Donzig dragged him upwards to level him with a russian leg sweep onto the chair! The Ringmaster was busted open, gaping as he rolled towards the ropes. Donzig snarled, eyes wild as he followed after him. He dragged him across the mat, throwing him to the outside!

The fans were cheering and the Ringmaster was crawling towards the ramp, and Donzig grabbed him to haul him upright! The owner was slammed against the ring barrier, his head bouncing against it a few times before Donzig dropped him with a DDT! The fans cheered, and the Ringmaster was dragged up the ramp.

Donzig threw him, and the Ringmaster was crawling again as Donzig lifted the mic.

'Ezekial 25:17! The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.--' Donzig shook his head, grabbing the Ringmaster to pull him to his feet.

'Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.--' He slammed his head against the entry ramp screen, cracks ran along the plasma screen. And he drove a knee into his side, pulling him towards the edge.

'And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.--'

Donzig paused, then he stared at the Ringmaster with a glance towards the broken heaps of Croc and MJW. He frowned, shaking his head as the Ringmaster gasped.

'And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.'

And before the Ringmaster could do anything, he was lifted into the air with a roar. The fans cheered, and the Ringmaster was thrown from the edge of the entryramp with a Second Impact Powerbomb! The fans screamed, chanting 'Holy Shit!' as debris fell upwards along with sparks and smoke! And one could see EMTS flying towards the downed IWF Owner, Donzig stared down at him before he thrust his fist into the air.

The fans cheered, and the show went off the air.