Post by Admin on Sept 5, 2019 12:33:12 GMT -5
Pyrotechnics kick off the night as thousands of fans packed into The Odeum in Chicago, IL!
Chad Biggs: “Folks, the night is here! The event that people said it couldn’t be done. It shouldn’t be done. This is Night 1 of Izzy Van Doren’s Pro Wrestling. Hello everyone I am Chad Biggs of Limitless Wrestling. Now, many companies made this possible. A representative of one to my left, from NVR, KT ANDERSON! How are you tonight?”
KT Anderson: “I am absolutely amped to be a part of this great night. I have been anticipating this night for a long time!”
Chad Biggs: “And to my right, from SeattlePro, McKayla Lewis!”
McKayla Lewis: “The energy in this place is crazy! Izzy Van Doren has booked a fantastic show with a little bit of something for everyone tonight.”
Chad Biggs: “Tonight, you have Wakefield vs Deville, The Filth Parade vs The HealygunnZ, and the woman herself Izzy Van Doren vs Erik Holland for the first time ever.”
KT Anderson: “Tonight, all hell is gonna break loose. Who knows what is gonna happen with Chicago’s Favorite Gal at the wheel?”
McKayla Lewis: “Don’t forget you’ll be hearing from plenty of other interpromotional talent tonight.
Chad Biggs: “Right now, let’s take it to the ring for your first contest!”
The guitar softly plays and crescendos and the growling lyrics of “Unleashed” by Killswitch Engage wash over the audience. Celes Dumont slowly walks onto the stage. She slowly bends over and poses as the screaming vocals end and the instruments take over. Dumont stomps down the ramp towards the ring.
“The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 150 lbs, LADY GOJIRA CELES DUUMOOOONT!!!”
McKayla Lewis: “Celes Dumont an unknown, unproven so far in wrestling so far. This could be her night”
KT Anderson: “Exactly it could be. She just has to get through Videl Rose”
Dumont stops on the stairs looking out to the fans and scowling. She wipes her feet on the apron and quickly enters the ring. She storms the ring in a circle before settling in the corner awaiting her opponent.
"I Just Can't Wait to Be King" by NateWantsToBattle begins to play to some confusion, before the video screen fills with the name “VIDEL ROSE” and the crowd come alive as the excited gamer girl comes out, looking over the crowd with a wide smile on her face, slapping hands as she makes her way down the aisle.
“And the opponent: From Hollywood, California, weighing 110 lbs, THE 8 BIT PRINCESS VIDEL ROOOOSE!!!”
Chad Biggs: “The 8 Bit Princess from VanguardPro has come to Chicago!”
McKayla Lewis: “A very warm response, might I add.”
Videl bounces on the second rope, looking over the crowd with a wide smile on her face from the welcoming reception they are giving her before turning her focus towards DeVille, who has shed the jacket and is patiently waiting for the match to start as “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” dies down. Larry Blackwell checks both women before calling for the bell.
Videl Rose vs Celes Dumont
Collar and elbow tie-up. Videl quickly with the headlock. Dumont answers with an arm wringer. Videl with a forward roll and spins Dumont around into a hammerlock. Dumont goes under and out of the hold and lands a forearm right on Rose’s jaw. Dumont takes the time to jaw jack the fans while Rose is dazed. Rose springs back to life hitting a corner diving reverse STO on Dumont while she was posing. Dumont on her feet, Rose with a tilt a whirl arm drag. Rose pauses in the corner, Dumont rushes in with a spear, but is caught in leg trap sunset flip.
1! 2!
Dumont kicks out. Rose charges in now but is caught with a big samoan drop by Dumont. Cover by Dumont.
1! 2! Rose gets her shoulder up.
Suicide dive by Rose, but is cut off by Dumont at the ropes with a rising European uppercut. Rose looks out of it on the bottom rope. Dumont on the apron and drops the leg across Rose’s neck. Rose is kicked back in by Dumont as she goes to work on a rear chinlock. Dumont is laying into Rose with some forearms on the ropes. Dumont off the opposite side, but Rose follows and connects with a bicycle knee strike! Dumont looks to be out! Rose bounces off the ropes attempting another one but Dumont meets her on the otherside with yakuza kick that causes Rose’s head snaps back Dumont looks for another running strike, but Rose follows and ducks a clothesline. Rose springboards off the ropes backwards onto Dumont’s shoulders and transitions into a poisoned frankensteiner!
Rose with the cover! 1! 2! Kickout by Dumont! Disbelief sets in on the face of the 8 Bit Princess. She slams her hands on the mat and signals for the end. Rose drags Dumont’s near lifeless body to the corner. Rose has Dumont up on the second rope looking for the swinging neckbreaker! Dumont counters and shoves Rose onto the mat. Rose slowly getting to her feet. Dumont launches herself looking for that diving double knee facebuster! Rose has it scouted and back pedals out of Dumont’s range! Rose with a surprise alligator clutch!
1! 2! 3!
Videl Rose wins
Rose falls back as Dumont sits up pleading with the ref that it was only 2! Rose rises to her feet as Dumont looks distraught. After the referee raises Videl’s hand, Celes approaches her one last time. She extends a hand Rose looks her opponent up and down and shakes the hand. Dumont mouths some words to her before *thud*
“WHAT THE-”
Dumont lays out Videl with a nasty headbutt. Dumont goes into a full mount and rains down palm strikes and elbows on Videl, doing her best to cover up. Referees come down and break up the brawl separating Dumont from Rose.
“Obvious lack of respect on display from Dumont here tonight. She's embarrassed. It's the first match on this show. She's taking it out on Videl right now.”
Dumont is taken to a one corner as Videl slowly rises to a knee after the attack. Dumont tells the officials to back off giving her space, but she only uses it to clear a path for a Glasgow Smile knee strike to Videl Rose!
"The name is Mikhail Reinhardt. But if you’ve been around for almost twenty years and watched wrestling, you know of me by many names.”
"As for what am I doing here, I’m just here for the show. What the fuck kind of question is why am I here? I am the newest signing as of today to IVDPW. Let me explain it to you slowly. I….am….here…..to...fuck..shit..up! See, I've been more concerned putting over no talent hacks lately because it was the veteran thing to do.”
Mik then reached in his back pocket and took out his wallet and proceeded to act like he took out a card
"Now, let’s pretend here this is my ‘doing the right thing and being a good company man card’. More like my veterans card. Let's say for every year I've been around it shows here. That means I have eighteen punches, eighteen years of bleeding and breaking my goddamn body for these fuckwits in the crowd. Now, I could simply play this card as a political card and shoot my way up the ladder and automatically get a title shot but I ain’t that much of an asshole. Not right now at least.”
Mikhail said in nearly a whisper but was still heard
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"When? Where? My business. As for the fans? Fuck the fans. They don’t pay me, management does. Now if you excuse me, I need to go find my seat cause The Prophecy Of The Devil must be written, everything I do here in IVDPW is because I damn well can do it.
As Mikhail walks away and the scene fades to black
The lights turn to an intense shade of green as “Angel Eyes” by New Years Day plays, the lights dim, Danny hits the top of the ramp, throwing his hands up in the air and posing with his hip cocked to the side, basking in the attention as the spotlight hits him! Action, the lights come back on slowly as he makes a beeline for the ring.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: from Armagh, Northern Ireland, weighing 179 lbs, DANNY MACNAMAAARAAAAA!!!”
Maureen: “DANNY BOOIII IS IN THE BUILDING!”
Emevlas Statias: “Danny looks to prove that his lifestyle is fine the way it is and doesn't need Constantine Jr's help.”
Danny running down the ramp and takes a sliding dive into the ring and popping up onto his knees, laying back with his shoulders and arms across the ropes before pulling himself up and dropping back down in a vertical split, practically bouncing before getting back up to his feet!
The arena lights dim as “Unheavenly Creatures” begins to play throughout the arena. Olivia Constantine is out first, strutting around the top of the stage, showing off her… somewhat revealing outfit. The crowd boos as Chris Constantine Jr. makes his way out with a proper cocky grin on his face. Thrown over his shoulder is a nicely tailored black suit, presumably for Danny. Constantine stops to get a good look at his wife modelling her outfit for him. A slow, twirl of the shows off all of Olivia’s goods to the Constantine. Chris bends over to his wife and motions for her to kiss him on the cheek. She smiles and obliges as she plants her lips on his cheek. Chris has an even bigger grin now as the two make their way down to the ring.
: “Next, Making his way down to the ring escorted by his wife, Olivia, from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 220 pounds. He is ‘AMERICAN MADE’ CHRIIS CONSTANTINE JUNIOOOOR!!!”
Emevlas Statias: “Ya know, even though Constantine is the hometown boy… HE’S STILL ALMOST BOOED OUT OF THE BUILDING.”
Mr Wrestling 3K: “Everyone here is just jealous of everything Chris has! These neckbeards wish they had the looks that Constantine does, the money he has, and, and I mean this in the most politically correct way, the hottest wife in professional wrestling today. Chris just reminds everyone of the jocks that ruled over these skinny geeks in this arena.”
Maureen: “You really like Chris don't you?”
Standing on the ring apron, Olivia holds the middle rope open for Chris. Entering the ring, Chris holds the bottom rope open for Olivia to step into. Standing in the middle of the ring, Chris extends his arms out to show off his robe. Olivia gets on her knees in front of Chris and starts to untie the robe. Chris looks at the fans and can only grin as Olivia slowly and sexually takes the robe off. Olivia takes the robe and makes her way out of the ring as Chris stands at a ring corner and starts to talk trash to some of the fans outside of the ring.
Danny MacNamara vs Chris Constantine Jr w/ Olivia Constantine
As the bell sounds, the two competitors begin to slowly circle each other. Danny comes in for the tie up but instead Constanine Jr. rakes away at Danny’s eyes. As Danny clutches at them, CCJ see his opportunity and begins kicking away at Danny’s gut until he;’s backed up into the corner. Constantine Jr. plays to the crowd and then turns his attention back to MacNamara who throws a right but it’s blocked, followed by CCJ taking another liberty, this time with an eye poke! Danny has no time to tend to his eyes once more as Constantine Jr. begins to deliver devastating chop after chop across Danny’s chest as the impact each time echoes throughout the arena to woo’s and cringes from the crowd. CCJ now irish whips Danny Boi across the ring and follows in behind but this time Danny is prepared, catches himself on the turnbuckle and leaps backwards, over top of a charging Constantine Jr. CCJ turns around only to be met instantly with a spinning sidekick to the ribs that now has CCJ backed up in the corner. It’s Danny’s turn to deliver some nasty chops as he does four simultaneously and then winds up for the fifth and chops CCJ so hard that he comes out of the corner clutching at his chest and writhing in pain. Danny jumps to the second turnbuckle quickly and leaps off to deliver a beautiful bulldog from behind on CCJ! Danny rolls him over and hooks the leg!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Constantine Jr. kicks out right after the referee’s hand hit the mat for a two making the pinfall not really a close call. Danny moves over to Chris who is on his stomach trying to crawl towards the ropes where Olivia is cheering him on. Danny grabs him around the waist and starts to deadlift him but midway up, as Danny looks to German Suplex CCJ, he grabs a hold of the referee to stop the momentum and keep him grounded. As the referee argues with CCJ to let go, he kicks his right leg backwards, between Danny’s legs for a low blow that the referee never saw cause of CCJ still grabbing him by the shirt. As he feels Danny let go of his waist, CCJ lets go of the referee and turns around to see Danny clutching at his groin. Constantine Jr. takes advantage, flattening Danny down to the mat with a short arm clothesline. CCJ gets up and blows a kiss to Olivia who blows one back. CCJ snatches the imaginary kiss out of the air and slaps it on his cheek to the boos of the crowd. Constantine Jr. then jumps on Danny, mounting him and delivering stiff rights and lefts, one after the other to the exposed face of Danny who has his arms pinned under CCJ’s knees. Satisfied after laying into a helpless MacNamara, Chris gets to his feet and brings Danny with him, only to put him back down with a perfectly executed snap suplex, followed by by a casual cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
CCJ struts over to the turnbuckles, climbing to the second. He looks at Danny who although he just kicked out, is still downed. Constantine Jr. falls forward and drops a hard fist into MacNamara’s forehead. CCJ gets back up and starts arrogantly kicking at Danny’s cheeks and the side of his head, he then jumps straight up and comes down with a hard knee across Danny’s face. CCJ stays on both knees after he lands and outstretches his arms towards the crowd to a chorus of boos while MacNamara grabs at his face in pain. Instead of mounting him this time, CCJ just grabs a fistful of hair and starts throwing hard rights, one after the other towards Danny’s face relentlessly. He gets up and continues his aggressive fit by stomping away with no specific target, just moving up and down Danny’s body. He gets Danny to his feet, only to put him straight back down with a Russian Legsweep. CCJ sits upwards after delivering it and with utter cockiness dusts his hands off like this is easy work he’s making of his opponent tonight. Still taking his time like it’s already in the bag, Constantine Jr. gets to his feet, bringing Danny up with. He sets him up for a vertical suplex but again, looks towards his wife Olivia and winks at her first before following through with the move.
Constantine Jr. now goes to lift Danny up but Danny locks his leg inside of CCJ’s to block the attempt. Constantine Jr. keeps Danny in position but just delivers a few stiff rights to his ribs, hoping to weaken him enough to elevate him up. He manages to get him upwards but Danny slides out and falls behind CCJ. He then drops low and hits a dropkick to the back of CCJ’s knee, buckling it out from under him. Danny moves in from behind CCJ who is down to one knee, grabs his arm and then quickly drops CCJ with his Nora’s Momento pumphandle backbreaker! CCJ is on his stomach and just to prove a point from earlier, Danny gets over top of Constantine Jr. once more, deadlifting him and this time successfully German Suplexing him, holding it for a bridge.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
CCJ kicks out at two and a half. Constantine Jr. once again finds himself crawling towards the ropes for his wife’s assistance. He reaches the middle ropes and drapes himself over it as his wife Olivia attempts to tend to her hurt husband. Danny comes in and grabs Chris by the waist, Danny does a rolling flip over CCJ’s back and goes to bounce his legs of the ropes, in the middle of completing his Bad Moon Rising signature move, when Olivia pulls down the rope causing Danny to lose his balance and fall awkwardly to the mat. The referee comes over to warn Olivia that he’ll eject her no questions asked and like earlier, with the referee distracted as Danny watches the commotion, CCJ comes from behind, this time using his right arm and drives it upwards between Danny’s legs for the second low blow of the match. With Danny keeled over, CCJ grabs him and drops Danny on his head hard with a Gotch Piledriver. Constantine Jr. makes the pin as Olivia stops argue and signals the referee’s attention towards the pin attempt.
1…
2…
3--NO! KICKOUT!
Danny manages to kick out only a split second before the three count as CCJ yells at the referee that if he was paying attention instead of hitting on Olivia, this match would be over. CCJ keeps berating the referee, right up in his face and then turns around to be met by a punch to the gut by Danny who is on one knee. CCJ bends over and then Danny drives a fist upwards, connecting under the chin of CCJ that sends him stumbling back. Danny gets to his feet and CCJ gets upright and charges, swinging wildly with a clothesline that misses as Danny easily ducks under it. Constantine Jr. turns around and is almost immediately met with a superkick to the jaw from Danny Macnamara. CCJ flies backwards and lands on the mat as the momentum has started to shift in Danny’s favor.
Seeing the predicament her husband is in, Olivia doesn’t hesitate and is up on the apron to distract Danny who is clearly in the driver’s seat. Danny walks over to entertain her nonsense but as if he has eyes in the back of his head, Danny moves to the side as CCJ comes from behind running full speed with a double axe handle. Instead, CCJ connects with his wife Olivia, sending her flying off of the apron and down to the ground, into the barricade. Constantine Jr. looks down at what he’s done and has his hands on his head with a horrified look on his face. All of a sudden, from behind Danny surprised CCJ with a roll up!
1…
2…
3!
CCJ kicks out after the three but it’s a moment too late! Danny slides out of the ring under the bottom rope as the referee follows to raise his hand in victory while Constantine Jr. is on both knees with looking even more mortified at what just went down between Olivia and the roll up.
Danny MacNamara wins
“Internet Killed the Video Star” by The Limousines blared over the speakers of the arena, signaling the arrival of “The Queen of Strong Smile” Marilyn Lee Cross. As the drums kick in, the lights flash white for a few moments as Marilyn Lee Cross bursts onto the stage with energy. Turning away from the audience, Marilyn spreads her arms out and bounces in place before turning around, pointing a finger in the air before making her way down to the ring. Marilyn walks into battle slapping hands with fans at rampside on the way down.
“From San Diego, California, she is leaner than a pint of ice cream, THE QUEEN of Strong Smile, MARILYN LEEEEEE CROOOOSSSS!!!”
McKayla Lewis: “Marilyn walks in here looking to cement her status as a queen. She’s got Piper Whitlock, a woman that just won The Wrestling Club Women’s Champion, and Blaise Fader, a former World Champion.”
Tommy Andrews: “Marilyn’s made it clear, she admires and respects both of her opponents tonight. But she walks in here not sharing the ring much with either of them and preparing solely by studying video.”
McKayla Lewis: “Cross is very focused tonight, but her opponents have to be as well.”
Marilyn makes her way around ringside, sprinting around the ring before sliding into the ring. Popping up to a knee, Marilyn points upwards once more before getting to her feet. Climbing the turnbuckles, Marilyn peers out into the sea of fans as she waves. Hopping down, Marilyn tosses her jacket outside before beginning to warm up for her match.
A wolf howls as the opening chords of "Legendary" blast the crowd! The first riffs of the electric guitar accompany Piper Whitlock through the curtain from the back. She stands at the top of the ramp, bobbing her head and tapping her foot in time with the music before throwing her arms up one at a time with the beat and heading down the aisle with the vocals.
“From Blackpool, England, weighing 145 lbs, The Blackpool Savage, PIPERRRR WHITLOOOOOOCK!!!”
Piper is all focus as she storms down the ramp before racing to the ring and diving in under the bottom rope, sliding to a stop in a kneeling position with her head thrown back in a #Savage scream.
McKayla Lewis: “Piper Whitlock is a relative newcomer here. Only been on the scene, in the spotlight for a couple months. I like to say she’s earned after what I’ve seen from the Blackpool Savage thus far.”
Tommy Andrews: “This has been called Piper’s test by some fans online. She’s walking into the ring with two former Rose City Champions. Two big names in the business. She’s got a lot to prove to the fans AND the wrestlers.”
With each crescendo of bass-y reverb before the music begins, the stage lights flash, separated by the sped-up vocal sample of "House Train". It's when the beat picks up and Stormzy starts rapping that the stage erupts in a flurry of smoke and pyrotechnics, revealing a triumphant Blaise Fader. She leaps forward into the spotlight, shooting a pair of Victory V's in the air as sparks from the pyro rain down on her.
Keeping with the upbeat, frenetic tempo of her music, Blaise makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and taking part in selfies with fans, making it a point to lap the ringside area for high fives all around.
“And from Coventry, England, BLAAAAAAISE FAAAAAAADER!!!!”
Tommy Andrews: “Fader, I think, has the most to prove coming into this tonight. She’s taken time away from wrestling. She’s all laughs on Twitter, but we know that Fader can get the job done in that ring. Fader’s had a lot of past success, but can she turn that past success into glory here tonight?”
McKayla Lewis: “Fader’s got a lot of big time experience, but you have to wonder what that time off did to her.”
Not exactly fit enough to dive through the ropes or leap onto the ring apron, Blaise takes the steel steps and vaults herself over the ropes, working the crowd on each side of the ring. She raises Victory V's from each turnbuckle.
Marilyn Lee Cross vs Piper Whitlock vs Blaise Fader
The three competitors start off in a Mexican standoff, with each of them cautiously looking for the other to make the first move. Whitlock and Cross look across the ring at each other and nod, both turning towards Fader and going at her with a Double Clothesline but Fader breaks through. Whitlock swung again and Fader ducked out of the way and came PERILOUSLY close to getting cracked in the jaw by a gut kick from Cross! Fader tosses Cross’s leg to Whitlock and The Blackpool Savage is down! Whitlock dropped out of the ring! Fader peppers cross into the ropes with some jabs and european uppercuts. Cross gets whipped off the ropes, reversal, Fader rebounds, Cross ducks a wild lariat. Fader halts her momentum on the ropes, Cross charges, but gets back body dropped over the top rope and onto Whitlock. Fader gets the crowd hyped up, off the ropes, big dive over the top rope to Whitlock and Cross!
McKayla Lewis: “Big dive to the outside by the big lass from Coventry!”
Fader tosses Whitlock in. Fader up to the second rope, big crossbody! Lateral press!
1! 2! Kickout by Whitlock!
Fader muscles Whitlock up in a front facelock, but Whitlock fights out of it with jabs to the midsection! Whitlock with a headbutt to Fader followed by a boot to the side of the head. Fader responds with a big clothesline that flattens Whitlock.
Fader goes for the cover, but Cross breaks it up on 2.
Cross raining down forearms and stomps as Blaise tries to recover and Whitlock rolls to the outside. Blaise recovers in the corner, MLC charges and hits a meteora! She stands Blaise up and whips her into the opposite corner, Blaise reverses. Cross in the corner, Blaise pursues, but gets a boot to the face. Cross now on the second rope, she looks for a crossbody but gets caught by Blaise! Blaise puts Cross over her shoulder, Snake eyes on the top turnbuckle.
Fader looks to capitalize with a running move, but Whitlock is there to trip up Blaise at the ropes. Fader boots Whitlock off. Blaise returns her attention just in time to get a nasty shining wizard knee in the ropes that drops Fader. The Coventrian rolls to the outside. Cross’s turn to dive now as she takes a running start and lands a lope suicida on Blaise taking her out of the equation for now! Whitlock is right behind Cross shoving her into the ring post!
Tommy Andrews: “Whitlock showing that Savage nature we hear her talk about.”
Whitlock tosses Cross in and once they’re both at a vertical base, Whitlock begins serving chops to Cross’s chest! Cross reverses an Irish whip and hits a superkick to Whitlock’s knee.
“Cross takes out one knee and BAM! Another superkick right under the jaw!”
She muscles Cross up and hits a picturesque fall away slam sending Cross 4-5 feet. Whitlock is all over Cross smothering cross with different holds and nasty strikes. A couple back elbows frees Cross from Whitlock’s rear waistlock.
Cross has enough time to signal for the Hand of God! She goes for the spinning backfist! WHITLOCK CATCHES IT!! Whitlock takes Cross to the ground and has the Black Lock hooked in!
Tommy Andresws: “BLACK LOCK! WHITLOCK'S GOT THE ARM TRAPPED!”
McKayla Lewis: “Cross has gotta fight to stay in this one now!”
Fader is back in and seemingly knocks out Whitlock with a massive big boot. Fader sends Whitlock shoulder first into the ring post, an easy way to break a clavicle. Blaise returns her attention to Cross shaking some feeling back into her arm. Blaise signals for a clothesline but MLC reverses it into a small package!
1! 2! No!
Fader is back up and steaming mad, Cross responds with a shotei palm strike that stuns Fader. Cross hooks the head and a big swinging neckbreaker. Marilyn goes for the pin but doesn’t hook the leg due to her arm pain!
1! 2! No!
Fader is attempting to recover in the corner. Cross on the opposite side!
“Marilyn going in- WHITLOCK WITH THE TACKLE!”
Whitlock is back in and sideswipes Cross with a tackle that almost knocks The Queen of Strong Smile out of the ring! Whitlock picks up a now reeling Cross going for Blackpool Tower! Fader is there with a strike that releases Marilyn and gets the attention of Whitlock. The two English women trade European uppercuts. Blaise landing a flurry and a big wind up one! Fader feels the fighting spirit move her, roars, and attempts another, but Whitlock hits her signature strong forearm smash that sends Fader into the buckles.
Whitlock gloats and taunts Fader but doesn’t see Cross come from behind and hit a nasty poisoned rana. Marilyn successfully eliminates Whitlock one more time, but as she returns her attention to Blaise she backs right into a spinebuster from Fader! Fader has the opening! She hoists Cross up by her feet into a piledriver!
“BANG TO RIGHTS! Fader’s got her in the center of the ring! Whitlocks down!”
1… 2… 3!
The Clusterfuck
Over-The-Top-Rope Battle Royal match
Number of Competitors: 25
Time Between Entrants: 90 Seconds
(Winner faces NVR World Champion A.J. Morales on Night 2)
Valentina Lovelace: “The following match is THE CLUSTERFUCK OVER THE TOP ROPE BATTLE ROYAL!” *cheers from the crowd*
Maureen: “I’d like to point out sweet little Valentina just said the word ‘clusterfuck’.”
Terra: "I'm so fucking hard right now."
Valentina Lovelace: “To be eliminated, wrestlers must be sent over the top rope and both feet touching the floor. The last wrestler left will be declared the winner and will go to Night 2 in the main event for the NVR World Championship!”
Karen Willow comes out to the ring with a charismatic, but focused expression. She looks prepared for whatever may happen.
“Introducing entrant number 1: From Cleveland, Ohio, KAREN WILLOOOW!!”
Terra: "She's from Cleveland? No wonder she's ready to fight everyone."
Karen Willow enters the ring posing for the fans. She returns her focus to the stage waiting for entrant two!
Red Tiger Kid strolls out with his wrestling attire ready to go.
“Introducing entrant number 2: From Osaka, Japan, RED TIGER KID!!!”
Terra: "Not to be confused with the Black Ace, Folks!"
The bell rings right after the ref checks both competitors. Willow was pacing on her side, keeping her cool until allowed to go full force. The Clusterfuck kicks off with a heated exchange between two young NVR talents.
No. 3, Nixie Caine, broke up a duet and took the fight to Karen, showing that wildchild Mayhem sides. RTK attempts to get the upperhand but Caine answers with a big back elbow to stun him.
Maureen: "Nixie! The Pink Murder Mistress!"
Maureen: "Nixie is like a pink freight train!"
Terra: "CHOO-CHOOO!"
At No. 4, Aries charges down the ramp with a wild expression ready to get in the chaos. He clotheslines all 3 opponents before stomping away at Elias in the corner.
Maureen: "This is already a clusterf-- well, I guess it got named adequately."
At No. 5, Cassidy Colt entered the Clusterfuck, he runs for the ring, but makes the mistake and runs right into a straight right hand by Aries!
Terra: “SCREAMY GORILLA BOI HIT'EM WITH THE POKE!"
Colt made the mistake of squaring off with Aries. Colt is thrown over the rope, but Colt hangs on for dear life and gets back onto the apron. Nixie Caine attempts a crossbody, but Aries catches the diminutive wrestler and throws her at Colt!. The two fall to the floor. Cassidy Colt & Nixie Caine eliminated.
Maureen: "TALK ABOUT A YEET CANNON!"
Terra: "That's why you don't dive over at heavyweights!"
Damon Xalvador joined the match at No. 6, drawing a big pop as the large Scotsman marks his return to the ring. He walks with a purpose down the ramp, tearing his coat off, and slides in the ring. He immediately squares off with Aries.
No. 7 was “The Walking Disaster” Redd Thunder. He slowly saunters down the ramp and into the ring. He swats down Willow. He goozles RTK and throws him over the ropes! RTK eliminated.
Terra: "It's the Super Heavyweight himself! Redd!"
Maureen: "He's even big for a giant!"
Moments after, Thunder paired up with Aries to take trie and eliminate Xalvador. The mood changed, as Kiyomi Takeda entered at No. 8 making her first wrestling appearance outside of Japan. Kiyomi attacks Aries with some forearm shots to the back.
Terra: "THE HEIR TO THE TAKEDA CLAN AND SMALLEST OF THE KAIJU! KIYOMI!"
Maureen: "SUPER KAWAII KIYOMI!"
At No. 9 was Truck Turner, who swaggers into the match with all the confidence in the world. He enters the ring and suplexes Willow. He then does a pose screaming in Takeda’s face and flexing his muscles. Takeda roars back flexing hers! Turner is a little intimidated and attempts to eliminate her!
Terra: "Truck MURDER TIME IS FUN TIME Turner!"
Maureen: "He's an absolute BEAST!"
Hammerstein hits the ring at No. 10 and took the fight to Thunder and flattens Aries with a sidewalk slam.
Maureen: "In comes Hammerstein, ready to turn this into his dance hall!"
Heavy Clusterfuck favorite Binky enters at No. 11, everyone’s eyes diverted to the bear walking towards the ring! Hammerstein stands face to face, or face to chest, with Binky, showing no fear. He attempts to push the bear, but gets nowhere. Binky returns the favor, sending The American Monster across the ring. Hammerstein gets to his feet, marches over to Binky and repeats his attempt at a shove. Again, Binky doesn't move, but shoves Hammerstein across the ring. The Seattle Pro Hall of Famer gets up again,but slower this time. He looks down at the bruise forming on his chest and, in a rage, begins to charge the bear. Before he gets to Binky, he's intercepted by Truck Turner.
Terra: "Wait, is.. is that a fucking BEAR?!"
Maureen: "That's.. that's a bear."
Terra: "WHO LET A FUCKIN BEAR IN HERE?!"
Binky feels someone trying to lift him! That person is Kiyomi Takeda! She gets the bear maybe 3-4 inches off the ground, but can’t get the bear all the way up. Binky swipes at her and sends her over the top rope. Kiyomi Takeda eliminated.
Terra: "She lifted the bear!"
Maureen: "But then he slayed the Kawaii Kaiju!"
Aries tries to muscle Binky over, but Papa Bear swats at Aries. Aries is stunned in the ropes. Truck Turner clotheslines Aries over the top rope!
Samantha Tolson-Anderson enters at No. 12. Alicia Lukas is up next at No. 13 and immediately targeted Samantha. Lukas quickly sent Tolson flying over the top rope and to the floor. Sam Tolson- Anderson eliminated.
Terra: "That wasn't a balcony so good luck no selling that!"
Maureen: "Guess Alicia Lukas was a member of the popularity proletariat Tolson rambles on about."
Terra: "More like she hit that bitch with a lariat!"
In the corner, Xalvador and Willow are trying to eliminate Binky. The bear pushes Willow away and simply clotheslines Xalvador over the top. Damon Xalvador eliminated.
Terra: "Willow stays getting ragdolled!"
“The Colossal” Lena Skye enters at No. 14 puts her mouthguard in as she stomps down the ramp. Shizuka Chiyoye is out next at No. 15. Shizuka was holding her own amongst most of the top tier wrestlers in this business today. She would try to eliminate but that failed as she realized there are way to many people right now to do so. Shizuka would turn her back to see Alicia Lukas. This woman was one of her choices for a singles match on either night two or night three but that didn’t happen. Both women stare down at each other before you know it, Shizuka ran towards Alicia but she stepped aside as Shizuka almost went over the top rope. Alicia would attempt to lift up Shizuka before she slammed down her arm onto the back of Alicia.
Maureen: "The Georgian Belle of the Brawl is putting in work!"
Terra: "...did you just think that name up?"
Maureen: "Yes?"
Terra: "God, you're so hot when you're creative."
Maureen: "Terra, we're on a live mic, you skeez!"
At No. 16, another heavy Clusterfuck favorite enters, as Amira Kassouri jogged towards the squared circle. She attacks Lena Skye in one corner stomping her. Shizuka would start punching the mid section of Alicia as it pushed her into one of the turnbuckles. Shizuka sweeps one of her legs from under her as Alicia sat down on the mat. Shizuka would soon run towards Alicia before attempting to roll at her but Alicia moves and Shizuka crashes and burns.
Maureen: "Big Oof. Air Shizuka goes crashing down!"
Scotty Lupinacci enters at No. 17, bringing some support for Amira. He breaks up the brawl between Kasourri and Skye.
At No. 18, Maddog Murtagh enters making a b-line towards Lukas. Their rivalry was renewed in mere seconds as they exchange blows. Murtagh muscles Lukas over the ropes and Chiyoye gives an assist. Lukas is almost in the safe zone after a couple well placed jabs to the face. Murtagh recovers though and boots Lukas over! Alicia Lukas eliminated. Shizuka taunts Lukas but Murtagh also sends her over. Alicia Lukas eliminated.
Terra: "Guess Murtagh was trying to work his way through the whole family.'
Maureen: "TERRA!"
Terra: "My bad!'
Scotty is in trouble on the apron as Lena Skye is trying her best to eliminate him! From behind Amira Kassouri double axe handles Lena. Kasourri and Lupinacci team up to pull and lift Skye up and over the top rope. Lena Skye eliminated.
Terra: "I like to imagine that they both just shouted 'Begone, Thot!' As they did that!
The couple smile as Lena is escorted away from the ring. Scotty turns to Amira and the two share a long kiss. Scotty pulls back and smiles. Amira smiles back, but her face quickly changes and pie faces shoves Scotty off the apron! Scotty Lupinacci eliminated.
Terra: "ANGST!"
Maureen: "BETRAYAL!
Next up is Squiggly! The Crazed Clown makes an appearance at No. 19. The Clown and The American Monster trade punches in the corner, with Squiggly getting the better of the exchange. He backs Hammerstein out of the corner, but The Hammer kicks him in the stomach and takes his eyes in quick succession. Hammerstein steps behind him and kicks him in the back of the knee. As soon as Squiggly drops to a knee, Hammerstein plants a boot between his shoulder blades. The Clown is on his hands and knees and The American Monster makes his move. He straddles Squiggly's back, pulls his head back, and starts landing brutal Cross-face forearm smashes. After about five forearm shots, Hammerstein releases Squiggly who falls to the mat. He tries to pull the clown up, but is hit from behind by Karen Willow. Squiggly backfists Willow down. Squiggly back body drops Amira Kassouri out of the match! Amira Kassouri eliminated.
Terra: "I hate clowns."
Maureen: "Samesies!"
The ring began to fill up with Lisa Seldon’s' arrival at No. 20. Lisa is a heavy favorite to win this. Hammerstein comes up behind Binky and begins throwing hard punches where he thinks the bear's kidneys may be. Binky acts as if the shots don't even register. Hammerstein grabs a handful of fur and rips it out of Binky's hide. The bear roars in a mix of pain and anger as he turns around. Hammerstein uncorks his overhand right, which lands just below Binky's neck. For a moment the bear looks stunned. Hammerstein ducks down, wraps his arms around Binky's left leg, and slowly picks the bear up and suplexes him to the mat. The remaining combatants stop fighting each other and dog, or bear, pile Binky. Truck Turner and Redd Thunder are attempting to eliminate Binky the Bear. Lisa definitely helps landing in some strong strikes to Binky’s snout. Binky falls! Binky the Bear is eliminated. Lisa then throws Truck and Redd over the ropes too! Truck Turner & Redd Thunder eliminated.
Terra: "Oh my god, Lisa Seldon is a monster."
Maureen: "SHE'S CLEARING HOUSE!"
At No. 21, Punker Suzy Boom enters the match, skateboard at her side. Squiggly is slowly getting to vertical base. Boom drops in on her board, planting on Squiggly’s back! Meanwhile, Hammerstein charges at Murtagh and pounces him over the ropes and to the floor! Maddog Murtagh eliminated.
Terra: "Not a fan of clowns and now neither is the one man goon squad!"
The second Suplex Murder Queen Jansen Myrrh enters at No. 22. The Kiwi Powerbombshelle Arabella Townshend is out next hitting the ring at No. 23. Bella hits a superkick eliminates Suzy Boom. Suzy Boom eliminated.
Maureen: "She kicked her to the damn moon!"
Terra: "Yeeeet!"
Jansen Myrrh is on the second rope, but Lisa Seldon is there and shoves her over the top and to the floor. Jansen Myrrh eliminated
Terra: "DOUBLE YEET!"
The final entrant arrives at No. 24, Japanese Joshi legend Haruka Trevelyan is out making a surprise return. She makes her presence known by immediately lariating Karen Willow. She taunted Townshend and caught her with a dropkick that sent Townshend to the floor. Arabella Townshend eliminated.
Terra: "TRIPLE YEET!"
Lisa Seldon hoofs Trevelyan on over the rope, unimpressed with the nostalgia act. Haruka Trevelyan eliminated.
Terra: "YEETASTIC!"
Maureen: "Stop with the yeeting!"
Terra: "....yeet.'
Maureen: "OH MY GOD!"
Hammerstein and Seldon are the two left standing in the ring. The two trade strong strikes. Lisa Seldon hits a Kill-Can-Rana over the top rope. Seldon hangs on. Hammerstein’s feet touch the floor! Seldon eliminated.
Lisa raises her arms thinking she’s won the match. She doesn’t see behind that Karen Willow is back in the fray! Karen balls her fist, the crowd howls along with her. Lisa turns to see Willow!
“WOLF FANG FIST!!”
Lisa falls to the floor!
Elimination #23: Lisa Seldon
Terra: "HOW?!"
Maureen: "Annnnd your winner, and first entrant.."
Terra: "WHAT IN THE THOTTERY!?!"
Maureen: "KAAAAAREN WILLOW!"
Terra: "but HOW though?!"
Winner of The Clusterfuck: Karen Willow
The lights fall in the arena. One by one each section is shut off accompanied by the sound power being switched off. Lights flicker on the stage as dangerkids’ hostage ominous synth and guitars chime in. The instruments fully kick in as Rebel Manson and Masatake Kawamata are out first. The two step aside as Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten are out behind them. Rotten is writhing on Poe, caressing him. Poe smiles sinisterly and grabs Rotten by the waist. The two return their focus to the ring and walk hand in hand towards the squared circle, Manson and Kawamata flanking behind.
“The following contest is an 8 man tag and is set for one fall! Introducing first, Masatake Kawamata, Rebel Manson, Dona Rotten, and Eddy Poe: THE FILTH PARADE!!!”
Emevlas Statias: “The intimidating force known as the Filth Parade have com to Chicago and look to halt any momentum the HooligunnZ have going.”
Tommy Andrews: “Poe: The Slasher, Dona: The Scream Queen, and their enforcers: Rebel Manson and Kawamata. This group is known all around the world. The chances of The HealygunnZ walking out unscathed are pretty slim.”
Terra: “You all really like these 4 clowns don't you? They don't scare Trey, Spectre, Harley or Skye.”
Poe hoists Rotten up onto the apron by her waist. Manson and Kawamata hold down the bottom rope for her with their feet, Dona enters and rushes wildly at the ropes, causing some fans to jump back. The three men enter slowly, ominously. The Filth Parade wait on their victims… opponents.
“Sweatpants” by Childish Gambino begins to play as Trey Cole slowly strolls out wearing what looks like one of Rebel’s robes and masks. He bumps and jives out as Spectre follows behind like he’s in a mosh pit rushing to each side of the stage, and Harley… well he’s somewhere in trying to take in the sight of both of his friends. Regardless, each of them exude equal confidence. All three exchange an elaborate handshake before making their way to the ring.
“And the opponents: HARLEY TORRES, TREY COLE, AND SPECTRE: THE HOOOOOLIGUNNZ!!!”
Tommy Andrews: “What is Trey Cole wearing? Does he have a death wish?”
Emevlas Statias: “Trey with his trademark swagger on full display. These 3 are fun, entertaining, and they can wrestle with anyone.”
Terra: “GO TREY! GO TREY! GO TREY!”
The trio pause at the threshold between the ramp and ringside, sizing up their opponents but also waiting for their partner.
The only lights are blue and pink panning around the arena. As Skye's theme slowly builds, fans begin to clap in beat to the song. The song crescendos and the lights come back on!
Skye bursts out of from the curtain with all the happiness and energy one would expect from her. Her smile is bright and infectious as she skips her way down the entrance ramp hi-fiving and hugging all the fans she can.
“And their partner: From San Diego, California, LUCHADORABLE SKYYYYE HEEEEALYYY!!!”
The four teammates meet up and storm the ring together each one posing on the apron and enter the squared circle!
The HealygunnZ vs The Filth Parade
Cole, Spectre, and Harley do tandem dives to the men of the Filth Parade!
Healy hits the Skye High on Dona!
1! 2! Manson breaks up the pin!
Poe tucks Torres and brings him down with the Package Piledriver!
"HARLEY TORRES HAS ENTERED THE BAD PLACE! EDDY COVERS!"
1! 2! 3!
Eddy Poe pins Harley Torres
The distorted opening chords of "Morning Glory" by Oasis begins to play as Finnegan emerges, signature smirk on his face as he stands on the stage with his hands behind his back before popping his collar and walking down the ramp. He walks with a confident and care-free attitude, extending his hands for fans to touch.
Rhett Sweeney: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: From Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk, England, weighing 187 lbs, THE WRESTLING ARTIST FINNEGAAAN WAKEFIEEEELD!!!”
Emevlas Stastias: “Fans I don’t know what to say. You are in for something special with this one.”
KT Anderson: “You heard Rhett say it, Wakefield is a wrestling artist! This aren’t going to be a lot of flips, dives, or spots. This match is going to be pure grappling at it’s finest.”
As he gets to ringside, climbs the steps, wipes his feet on the apron and mounts the second turnbuckle and the top turnbuckle and points to the sky. He proceeds to jump into the ring and walks to the middle with a finger to the sky. He backs off to his corner, doing wrist exercises. He is focused and ready.
“Roam” by The B-52s begins to play as the room is cascaded in pinks and yellows. Stacy Deville slowly strolls out onto the stage. She looks out to the crowd clapping along to her theme. She slowly unzips her jacket to reveal the Elysium World Championship. She swaggers down the aisleway with a very confident look on her face.
Rhett Sweeney: “And the opponent, from Portland Oregon, she is the Queen of Suplexes, STACY DEVIIIIIIIIILLE!!!”
Emevlas Statias: “KT, I don’t mean interrupt you gushing about the artistry of Wakefield, but Stacy can grapple with anyone and suplex damn near anyone.”
Chad Biggs: “There is a lot of mutual respect here between these two. They’re business partners, friends even. But once that bell rings it is all about getting that win. It’ll be very interesting to see the dynamic these two display here tonight.”
Stacy climbs the apron and looks over at Wakefield with a smile. She raises high her World Championship, posing on the apron. She enters through the middle rope, dropping her title in her corner before turning and mockingly popping her collar at Wakefield. The two have a laugh at the stunt, but Wakefield stays cool, calm, and collected for the moment.
Stacy Deville vs Finnegan Wakefield
The bell rings and the action looks to be quick. The two circle the ring after shaking hands in a sign of sportsmanship. Deville and Wakefield approach each other and snap into a collar and elbow, but neither can get a power edge so they break. The two meet in the center again, this time in a knuckle lock. Deville attempting to over power her taller opponent, but Wakefield releases and snapmares Deville down. Maintaining the knuckle lock, Deville looks for a way out.
Chad Biggs: “She’s too far away from the ropes to force a break.”
KT Anderson: “Absolutely by design. When you’re in there with a master ring technician like Wakefield you have to know what you’re stepping into. Finn knows how to work a joint and make it hurt for days after a match. ”
Emevlas Statias: “I know Stacy. She’s not coming in here blind. She’s a former amateur wrestling champion. She’s trained under the best.”
Stacy hoists her legs up and kips up into a vertical base! Deville with an arm drag that breaks the lock. Wakefield rolls back up to his feet impressed with the early athleticism shown by Deville.
The combatants meet in the center again Wakefield going for another test of strength but catch Deville unaware in a cravate hold. Deville looks for an escape again. She pulls apart the grip and focuses on one of Wakefield’s arms. Deville wringing and rolling that wrist and arm causes Wakefield to look for a way out. Wakefield, forward roll, spin, and back rolls up and out, and breaks Deville’s grasp with a chop down to the wrist. The two smirk at each other as the crowd breaks out in applause.
Headlock takeover by Deville. Legscissors on the head by Wakefield. Finn rotates his body into a seated position, Stacy still looking for a way out. She shimmies her body and springs up into a handstand! She walks herself out of Finn’s hold on her hands. Even Wakefield applauds the athleticism. The competitors get back to their feet. This time, they switch places, meaning Wakefield does the headlock, Deville does the legscissors, and Wakefield is stuck with his head between Stacy’s thighs. Finn quickly rolls over Stacy, hooking the legs, surprise pinfall attempt!
1! 2! Kickout by Deville.
The two back on their feet as competition is starting to escalate. Stacy sends Finn off into the ropes, Stacy ducks, Finn off the ropes again, Stacy drops down into a Lady of the Lake. Finn stops in his tracks, assessing the situation. Finn not falling for the old school trick rolls Stacy back up to a seated position and soccer ball kicks Stacy in the back. The crowd “ooooo”s as Finn’s kickpad cracks against Stacy. Finn picks Deville up. Stacy off the ropes, Finn ducks and now he rolls into the Lady of the Lake position. Deville has none of it and hoists Wakefield up and drops him with waistlock takedown. Deville traps Wakefield’s head. The two rise to their feet. Wakefield shoots her off the ropes, Wakefield to the mat, Deville jumps over and off the ropes again, leapfrog attempt by Wakefield but is caught by Deville in a T Bone suplex!
Wakefield in the corner, using the ropes to get to his feet. Deville is there stalking her prey. She posts him up in the corner. Deville rears back with the chop, but Wakefield ducks under. Wakefield lays into Deville with some European Uppercuts. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6 arms under the jaw! Whip out of the corner by Wakefield. Deville goes up and over as Wakefield goes under. She grabs the waist and launches Wakefield with a tossing german suplex! Wakefield back to his feet as Stacy charges with shotgun dropkick in the corner. Wakefield falls to a seated position, Stacy back in and charging, connects with a hip attack! Pulls him out of the corner.
1! 2! Shoulder up by Wakefield. Deville grabs the arm and looks for an armbar!
Emevlas Statias: “Deville taking an element out of The Wrestling Artist’s playbook.”
Wakefield rolls onto his side and up to his feet, alleviating the pressure. Wakefield pauses thinking of a way out. Wakefield begins to lift Deville, almost like a powerbomb! Deville realizes the danger and releases the hold landing on her feet. Stacy ducks a wild roundhouse kick by Finn. Finn counters a clothesline with a rolling bodyscissors. He wraps up Deville’s legs and moves into a bridging sharpshooter in the center of the ring! Stacy crawls towards the ropes, but Wakefield brings her back into the middle!
“”
Stacy rolls over onto her back with Wakefield and kicks him off. Stacy to her feet. Wakefield with a go behind and transitions into a standing octopus stretch! Wakefield posing as Deville looks to loosen the hold. Sunset flip attempt by Finn, Deville sits down hooking the legs.
1! 2! Kick out!
The two on their feet. Wakefield with a baseball slide through Deville’s legs and a european uppercut that sends Deville to the outside. Deville finds her footing at ringside. Wakefield off the ropes and dives into Stacy with a suicide dive that sends both crashing into the barricade. The crowd pop huge for the rare flash of risk taking offense. Finn sends Stacy back in.
Stacy stirs to her feet, Finn looks for a dive off the top rope, Stacy intercepts it and takes him to the mat with an avalanche exploder suplex! Finn rolls to the outside before Deville can make a cover. He gathers himself, wincing in pain. It’s Deville’s turn to dive! She goes for the tope, but gets caught by a gamengiri!
Wakefield feels the end is near, hooks the full nelson setup for his finish, but Deville drops down, victory roll, Deville up to her feet and hits a double stomp on the chest of Wakefield. She crashes to the mat as Wakefield tries to get some air back in his lungs.
Stacy locks her arms underneath Wakefield’s chin. Finn slowly gets this foreign crowd to cheer for him and will his fighting spirit on with stomps and claps. Wakefield answers with some elbows to the belly that knock Stacy back, but she maintains that chinlock. After a couple more elbows, Stacy is in the ropes and Finn is freed. Wakefield hits a headbutt to the midsection, followed by a european uppercut. Finn runs across the ring bouncing off the ropes but Stacy answers with a big lariat that’d make Papa proud!
Deville whips The Wrestling Artist into the corner, but Wakefield reverses it. Deville goes up and over, she rolls, front handspring. Wakefield goes for a clothesline, but Stacy drops down and goes behind. Snap german suplex! Deville floats over and hits a deadlift german suplex this time! She goes for another german suplex, but Finn thinks on his feet and rushes the ropes. The two rebound off the ropes in an O’Connor Roll, but Finn keeps rolling Deville back, grabbing Deville’s arms and flipping over her torso!
KT Anderson: “WAKEFIELD SPECIAL III! CENTER OF THE RING!”
Chad Biggs: “No one’s ever broken out of this hold! If anyone can find a way, I think it’s Stacy, but it’s not looking very likely!”
Stacy holds on for as long as she can but ultimately has to quit under on her back and arms!
Finnegan Wakefield submits Stacy Deville.
The two combatants are covered in sweat.
KT Anderson: “Wow… Just wow. What a match.”
Chad Biggs: “I think everyone here agrees with you, KT. These two were back and forth the entire match. If this match could be rated, I’d give it 5 stars.”
Ringside medics have ice packs ready for both competitors. Wakefield slowly comes to life and the referee raises his hand. After Wakefield’s celebration, Deville approaches her opponent. The two shake hands and hug in the center of the ring. Deville gives her props to Wakefield and leaves him to celebrate alone.
Strobe lights flicker on and off randomly about the stage in time with the stuttering music before an explosion of light engulfs the stage! Johnny Amazing pushes his way through the curtain, a ball of energy as he soaks in the reaction from the fans. He rears back and punches at the air before looking among the capacity arena, his eyes settling on the ring in the distance. He extends two fingers, clicking his thumb like a gun and takes off down the aisle way. He saunters down to the ring, occasionally interacting with the fans before pausing again at the end of the aisle way.
Graham Stevens: "Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 200 lbs... JOHNNY! AHHHH-MAAAAAA-ZING!"
Chad Biggs: “Johnny receiving an overwhelmingly positive response from his hometown crowd here in Chicago. Johnny’s been around the world in FIW, King’s Road, CWC. But so has his opponent. Johnny’s gotta use that experience and that support as he takes on one of the best junior heavyweights in wrestling today!”
McKayla Lewis: “You said it! The black plague that has consumed one time fan favourite Marvelous Red has turned him into the ruthless brawler Marvelous Dark. He’s stronger, more cutthroat. Johnny has to be on his A game tonight.”
He takes a deep breath and gets a running start to leap feet first into the ring, sliding in on his back and up to one knee. His eyes go low, scanning the crowd through the ropes before he pops up to his feet. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws the hoodie off his head while raising a hand high into the air. He feeds off the crowd's energy, pointing out a few fans with the Blank Spot taunt and wink. After a moment, he drops back down to the canvas and removes his hoodie, followed by his hat that he tosses into the crowd.
The lights flash reds and yellows as guitars riff! The lion roars and out of a cloud of smoke rises Marvelous Dark. He poses at the top of the stage and confidently marches down the ramp.
Graham Stevens: “And the opponent: From the Shinigami Realm, weighing 210 lbs, THE BLACK ACE MARVELOUS DARK!!!”
Chad Biggs: “Death’s Ace descends upon Chicago! For weeks, Dark has claimed Johnny is an inferior junior heavyweight to him.”
McKayla Lewis: “These two are about to have an intense style battle. I can’t wait for this one.”
Dark stares intensely at Amazing standing in the ring, a shoulder shrug and neck twist and he enters the ring.
Marvelous Dark vs Johnny Amazing
Amazing begins trying to circle Dark, but The Black Ace isn’t moving. His head simply following Amazing as he stands stoically. Johnny tries circling in the other direction, but again, all Dark does is stand still, hands balled into fists, but just staring Johnny down. Amazing has had enough of that, getting close to Dark and waves his hand in front of his face, Dark not flinching. Johnny then gets all into the ace’s face, nearly biting his nose off as he says “You gonna do something’? You talk all this game and you’re not doing anything!” Dark continues to stare directly into Amazing’s soul, nothing happening but an intense nose-to-nose staredown here. Suddenly, Dark rears back with a stiff headbutt to the sternum, driving the air out of his opponent.
Amazing backpedals into the ropes, grabbing onto them as he backs up too much. Amazing looks back at Dark after getting his wind back, the expression on Amazing’ face as though he just witnessed a car wreck. He quickly shakes it off and steps back towards Dark, nodding his head, before cocking back with another right hand, but Dark stops this one as well, this time firing back with his own right hand, followed by another, and another, Amazing being forced to take steps back every time, the crowd behind every shot, but Amazing begins to fight back now, Dark not blocking these blows. The crowd is all in after this opening back and forth exchange!
McKayla Lewis: “Neither man backing down here! Each wanting to prove they’re the best!”
Chad Biggs: “This one is hot and heavy in the early going!”
Amazing isn’t going to give up so easily. Dark backs up after a massive forearm. Amazing feeling around to see if his jaw is still in place. Dark cursing in Japanese at Amazing and telling him to get up. Dark appears to be the one who’s getting under his opponent’s skin, Dark now the one circling his opponent who just stares daggers back at him without moving. Amazing is still trying to shake the cobwebs back, but we see his gaze never really leaves Dark. Amazing cracks his neck using his fist as leverage, making his own announcing gesture. Amazing and Dark are now back to staring holes into each other’s souls.
Without saying a word, Dark and Amazing finally lock up! Both men jockeying for position. Neither man can seemingly get an advantage, so they break the hold, only to never break gazes and furiously go at it again, locking up. The two bulls lock horns, whipping each other around the ring, each one still trying to get the upper hand. Amazing shoots his way behind Dark, getting him in a rear waist lock. Dark tries to find a way to break the hold, but can’t find one until he pries Amazing’ hands apart, each men using their strength to the fullest! It looks to reach a stalemate when Amazing suddenly slowly muscles Dark’s arms back down to his side. O’Connor roll by Amazing.
1… 2… NO!!
Dark throws his legs up, the momentum causing him to backroll into a corner, but Amazing is in hot pursuit, with an axe kick to the top of Dark’s head, Dark rises to his feet holding the back of his head, Johnny is there to meet him with a beautiful dropkick! Johnny with the cover!
1… 2… NO!!
Dark manages to throw a shoulder up and quickly get to his feet, shakes his head a bit, before swinging wildly at Amazing, who ducks underneath his clothesline attempt and reaches back, grabs Dark’s head and neck, and delivers a snapmare followed up by a sliding clothesline! Amazing doesn’t go for the cover this time, simply getting up and taking a few steps back, cockily letting Dark get to his feet. Dark does so, gripping his neck, but now it’s Amazing’ turn to gloat. “AH-MAY-ZING!” Amazing caps that off by doing the title taunt, raising his hand in the air before bringing it back down and making a finger gun at Dark. Dark now cracks his neck quickly and without the use of his hands and shrugs it off, he and Amazing back to focusing on each other. This “I can do better” exchange between leaves Dark angry. You can’t tell because of the mask, but you can sense how angry he is. Before either man can initiate anything more, Dark offers a hand, raising it above him. A strength test? Amazing bites, looking to lock one hand with Dark, before locking all ten fingers with him. The two struggle for a second before Dark starts managing to overpower Amazing, causing Amazing to arch back and to the mat! Shoulders down!
1! 2! Amazing bridges himself off the canvas. The two locked in a struggle until Amazing begins fighting back from his bridged state, but Dark catches this quickly, unlocking his hands and nailing Amazing in the gut with an elbow drop. Dark watches Amazing writhe for a second before running and rebounding off some ropes, dropping this time with a knee drop. Amazing rolls out of the way and up to his feet. Amazing goes for a roundhouse kick to a kneeling Dark, but Dark ducks. Dark hops to his feet and delivers a roundhouse of his own, but Amazing ducks this time. Amazing drops down and goes for a leg sweep, but Dark hops over. Dark stomps his foot down, Amazing rolls out of the way and kips up to his feet! The crowd is eating up this exchange, both men still at a stalemate.
Dark uses this pause to whip Amazing across the ring, but Amazing hits Dark with a hard kick that causes Amazing to backflip off him. Dark wobbles but pulls Amazing INTO A STIFF PURO STYLE UPPERCUT!! The sound of the move sends waves through the crowd. It hits Amazing so hard, he stiffens up, and he drops to one knee, Dark seeing an opportunity. He measures up Amazing and delivers a thunderous chop to his chest!! The clap echoes around the arena causing the audience to wince with Amazing as he clutches his chest area. Dark delivers another chop so hard it sends Amazing flying out of the ring! The referee gets the count going.
…1!! …2!! …3!! ...4!!
On that count, Dark exits through the ropes, staying on the apron and runs along it and connects with a shin kick to the chest of Amazing! Amazing is floored after having the air driven out of him. Dark throws Amazing into the ring and goes for the pin.
1… 2…NO!!
Amazing rolls the shoulder despite every bit of wind being knocked out of him. The momentum from the kick out gets Amazing to a seated position, but Dark kicks him dead center in the back! Dark throws Amazing back onto the mat and drops with a huge senton! Another pin attempt.
1… 2… NO!!
McKayla Lewis: “Amazing put everything he had in that kick out.”
Dark thinks to himself as Amazing struggles to get to a vertical base, Dark gets him in a front facelock for perhaps a suplex, but Amazing starts pounding away at Dark’s midsection to prevent it, breaking the facelock and shoving Dark into the ropes. Dark rebounds towards Amazing. Dark ducks under a clothesline attempt and rebounds again, but Amazing bounces off the ropes too taking Dark down with big poisoned frankensteiner! An incredibly momentous move there, Amazing quickly falling on top of his opponent–
1… 2… NO!!
Dark rolls the shoulder, Amazing slapping the mat in frustration. The crowd deflates back after that hot motion, Amazing getting a little bit frustrated. He grabs Dark’s head and grabs around him, looking to swing him over for a belly to back suplex. He connects and goes for the cover again.
1… 2… NO!!
Dark kicks out, but Amazing springs to his feet and hits a standing moonsault! Amazing desperately covers Dark again!
1.. 2… NO!!
Amazing takes the still recovering Dark and stands him upright, putting him in the corner. Dark is dazed as Johnny runs to the opposite corner and looks to connect with his corner yakuza kick, but Dark rolls out of the way! Johnny’s caught in the ropes, Dark kicks the standing leg out from under Amazing’s body causing him to fall back clutching his calf. Dark deadlifts Johnny up and takes him back with a german suplex! Bridged pin!
1! 2! No!
Johnny rolls the shoulder but Dark maintains his hold. Johnny rushes towards the ropes, both men duck under the top rope, but Dark’s waistlock is broken as he’s sent to the outside. Johnny back in, bouncing off the ropes, and connects with a big Fosbury Flop styled dive over the ropes! Amazing gets the crowd hyped up as he tosses Dark in. Dark starts stirring, getting to his feet, Amazing springs off the top rope with a big clothesline. Dark back up to his feet, Amazing ducks the line, big enzuigiri by Amazing sends Dark crumbling into the corner!
Johnny Amazing connects the corner Yakuza Kick! Dark falls to the mat in a heap. Johnny looks to finish it off once and for all with the Amazing Bomber. He picks Dark up slowly inching him up to his feet. Amazing hooks him in the snapmare, but Dark pushes him off.
McKayla Lewis: “Johnny could end i- OH NO!”
Dark falls to the floor. In Johnny’s hands is Dark’s mask! Amazing’s grip ripped the mask clean off Dark’s head. Dark covers his face and head with his hand and arm ducking down away from the people. Amazing stands in the middle of the ring as he holds the mask of his opponent.
Dark gets to his feet and retreats to the back behind the curtain. The referee counts Dark out as Johnny holds the mask of his opponent looking into its eyes.
Johnny Amazing wins via count out.
The lights die in the arena as we begin to hear strange grinding and squeaking noises as if we're trying to watch 8mm film on Blu-Ray. Something just not working in a human or proper way. A light kicks up from underneath the stage. As the first part kicks in with Corey singing "Today...upon this hill...I'm counting all the killers..." the lights begin to flash everywhere, in a chaotic fashion in a variety of colors.
Suddenly, the music gets HEAVY and we can see the small but lithe form of Lyal "Lyric" Allen rising to her feet in the midst of a wall of smoke that totally envelops her five foot frame. The light from below allows us just to see her shadow as the drums continue to slam through our skull. The assault stops briefly as Lyric emerges from the smoke finally, looking back at the stage.
The aural rage restarts, and the curtain gets thrown back. The hulking form of Erik Holland comes through the smoke, eyes wide with intensity, his face hidden by the leather entrance mask, his focus solely locked on his manager for a moment as they stop on top of the ramp. She gestures down to the ring, and it's like Holland just erupts becoming a super ball of intensity, bouncing off the crowd left and right as he makes his way down to the ring, whipping them and himself into a barely containable frenzy.
Ariana Stone: “The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: From Atop Silent Hill, weighing 281 lbs, ERIK HOOOOLLAAAAND!!!”
Terra: “THE WORLD’S MOST BLANDEST WRES--”
Maureen: “That’s not his name, Terra!”
Terra: “.....i’m not calling a grown ass man, The Bye Bye man.”
Maureen: “....Just announce him, Jesus Christ.”
Terra: “ERIK HOLLAND IS HERE!”
When Lyric and Erik arrive ringside, she stops at the bottom of the ramp to give final instructions, kissing her charge before sending him careening under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee and/or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes, just staring out at the roiling, moshing swarm of fans as if he were an animal that just got let off it's leash. Lyric struts over and undoes his entrance mask, kissing him one more time before allowing him to mug for the camera, spitting threats at his opponent and riling the crowd up even more before he goes to each turnbuckle, acknowledging them with raised arms.
Finally as the chaos comes to a close, Holland falls back against a turnbuckle pad with his ass on the mat, muttering to himself, muttering maybe to no one in particular with a thousand yard stare just locked onto the entryway. The lights return to normal as the crowd brings up one last roar, ready for the fight.
The crowd get up onto their feet in anticipation. Chants for “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!” reverberate around The Odeum. Suddenly, guitar distortion comes over the speakers and the fans are sent into a frenzy. Drumsticks click 1! 2! 3! 4! Coral Fang by Patient Zero begins to play as Izzy Van Doren appears at the top of the ramp. She takes in the sight of this audience cheering her name at one of her own shows. Her eyes are on the verge of watering. Her head dips down taking a deep breath and it throws back as Izzy release a death howl “LET’S GOOOO!” and begins to storm her way down to the ring.
Ariana Stone: “And the opponent, FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, THE NOTORIOUS I.V.D., IZZY VAAAAAAAN DOOOOOOOREEEN!!!”
Emevlas Statias: “It is damn near deafening in this building right now!”
Maureen: “Yeah yeah, we got this match, sister. We’ll take it from here. And coming up next, our host.”
Terra: “THE PUNK ROCK KWEEN WITH THE BIGGEST D**K THIS SIDE OF CHICAGO!”
Maureen: “CHICAGO’S FAVORITE GAL!”
Terra: “YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE WREEEESTLER!”
Upon reaching the threshold wear the ramp meets the ring mat, Izzy bites her lip, winks to the camera and slides into the ring. She pops up to her feet and head to the hardcam side of the ring. She slides her torso in between the top and middle rope. She smiles and throws her arms open forming the horns with her hands. Izzy's eyes widen and her smile looks a little more crazed. She pulls her head back looking over at Holland, smiling at her. IVD strips her vest off and warms up in the corner.
Izzy Van Doren vs Erik Holland
Even with his imposing size and reputation as one of wrestling’s most dangerous, Izzy Van Doren sized up the mountain of a wrestler and rolled her shoulders back, her eyes narrowed as a hand lifted to throw up the metal horns before rushing into a willing and ready Erik Holland. The massive deathmatch specialist was throwing forward the kind of lariat that would have leveled ninety percent of the heavyweights out there, but unlike those heavyweights, Deathmatch Izzy was far more agile than Holland. Ducking under him, her hair narrowly whizzing by that massive arm as her own arms wrapped around Holland’s waist.
Maureen: “Holland moves like a lion, Jesus.”
Terra: “Better not let him hear that, he’ll give you a thirty minute lecture about how religion is evil.”
Wait, why was Izzy grabbing Holland by the waist.
Maureen: “She can’t be..”
Terra: “SHE’S GOING FOR IT!”
The momentum, the ferocity, Chicago’s Favorite Gal planted her feet and with an audible groan from her, and a sound of utter shock from Holland, Izzy lifted the heavyweight in a belly to back suplex that sent him rolling over her with enough force to batter down a wall! The whole crowd went wild! One could call it the suplex that shook the world because it was absolutely deafening, even if it seemingly took all of her strength from the get go. She was slow to get to her feet, almost as slow as Holland who was more shocked than legitimately injured, turning to look at Izzy, mouthing ‘did you actually just do that shit?’ to her, Izzy responding with the rocker horns one more time, before Holland did the same! It was a moment of solidarity before Van Doren charged at him, moving like a freight train as she leapt up and hammered into the rising man with a basement dropkick to his leg that dropped him down to a knee!
Maureen: “Izzy’s trying to keep him grounded!”
Terra: “Like my boy Tyrion would say, size doesn’t matter when you’re flat on your back.”
Maureen: “....Really, Terra?”
Terra: “Just kidding. I bet Holland’s got a huge dick. Look at Lyric, do you see her frowning?”
The camera cut in on Lyric, who looked at Terra, the announcer shooting her the finger guns before the biker rolled her eyes, trying not to smirk at the middle school bullshit tag team specialist was pulling.
Still, the fight didn’t slow down despite Terra’s bad commentating. It was a slug fest as Holland battled up to his knees, which incidentally had him the same height as Izzy for a moment as they traded punches and chops! As he got to his feet, he was immediately launching forward off the ropes that Izzy tried to keep him on, clobbering her with a career ending ‘Plan 9 from Outerspace!’ Izzy had lowered her head at just the last moment, stepping into the massive punch at the last moment to lessen the blow. Still, the blood plume from the knuckles opening up her head wound? It looked like it was all over!
Maureen: “JESUS!”
Terra: “HE JUST FUCKIN’ BOUNCED HER BRAIN AROUND IN HER SKULL!”
Izzy was down, Holland was moving in for the pin! Covering the leg, the ref dropped down to make the pin!
1.. 2.. -- KICK OUT!
Maureen: “SHE LIVES!”
Terra: “IZZY VAN CHRIST!!”
Holland looked confused, as if the fact that Izzy was still alive shocked and awed him! He rose up to his feet, introducing Izzy’s ribs to his boots! One stomp, two stomp! The third attempted stomp had Izzy grabbing his leg, swinging her own hips around and brought him down in a hard hitting rolling kneebar that no one saw coming! Still, she held the world’s most dangerous man in a submission that he never saw coming to stop the onslaught to her ribs, the big man reaching out to crawl to those ropes, grabbing them and forcing her off of him! These two were a perfect storm of violence, especially as Holland got back to his feet and they hit eachother once more! Elbow and forearm strikes from Holland, running knees and headbutts from Van Doren, neither of these gladiators backed down as they rained down hell on eachother, from showcasing their technical skills to straight up turning the bout into a striker’s ball with the blows they were hammering out!
It was clear that neither of these wrestlers knew what quitting meant. It seemed to nearly be finished though, as a bloody-faced Izzy Van Doren turned what was about to be a spinebuster into a flying Suicidal Tendencies DDT! She used the giant’s own momentum against him to bring him crashing down into the middle of the ring!
Maureen: “THAT SHOOK THE WHOLE RING!!”
Terra: “AND MY OVARIES!”
Maureen: “....what the fuck, Terra?”
Terra: “Don’t you fuckin’ judge me!”
Izzy made the cover, hooking the big man’s leg, but as the three count hit, the big man shook out of it at two, causing Izzy to slap the ring canvas! Blood in her eyes, fire in her veins, she was raising up for yet another round of utter chaos! This time, Holland was looking for the finish as he managed to slam a liver shot into the Chicago Darling, nearly leveling her in a break between exchanges, picking her up across his shoulders.
Maureen: “Oh no!”
Terra: “Here it comes..”
There it was, the whole ring shaking from the impact as Holland landed the death valley driver, hitting her with the Toxic Avenger before making the cover.
1… 2… 3!!
Maureen: “ERIK HOLLAND WINS!”
Terra: “AND RUINED MY MASTURBATION FANTASY!”
Maureen: “..we’re talking about this later.”
Terra: “Annnnd I’m on the couch!”
Erik Holland pins Izzy Van Doren.
The audience gives props to both competitors. The two embrace, Erik whispering something in Izzy's ear. He walks to the corner and asks for Ariana's mic.
Erik Holland: "I have a few things to say..”
Holland, sitting up on his knees, takes the microphone from the ring announcer after being announced as the winner.
“When I first met Izzy Van Doren in Full Intensity Wrestling, I was just breaking into the business and kinda trying to find my way around. We weren't really close, 'cause back then I was pretty fucked up and not really close to anybody but I paid attention to a lot of the shit she was doing in the ring because she just impressed me everywhere she went, everybody she fought..”
The fans begin to buzz a little bit, some of that being that they're FIW ultras and he mentioned their beloved and missed company. Holland's standing up on his feet now, leaning over the ropes facing the crowd. He's exhausted and beat up but this is obviously on his heart.
“Izzy didn't then and still doesn't give a fuck, she repeatedly showed me that she loves this business, that she loves her life as a wrestler, and let me tell you guys--Izzy has been through some shit in the last couple of years. Too much to get into, but right around that time Izz and I started gettin real tight just because I kept checking in, just wanting her to be doing good.”
Erik breathes hard for a few moments, taking a gulp of water and then pouring some of the bottle on his head.
“Now look at you, Izz. IJWF World Fuckin' Champion, huh?! You did that shit like you told us you would, huh?”
HUGE pop. Holland's now sitting on his knees again center ring, the 6'6" Maniac cutting a kind of comical frame in front of the shorter Van Doren but almost taking a knee out of respect for her as well. Plus, he's fucking tired--that was a tough match!
“When you started putting this show together I absolutely had to come out. And decided since you have been on my bucket list since the FIW days, I was gonna' hit you up for a chance to get in the ring with you, with the Champ, and go one on one for the first time in our careers! Shit, we been all over the world but we've never scrapped with each other 'til tonight..”
Erik gulps down some more water.
“And even though I won, you still kicked my ass. This is a match I've wanted for a very very long time. Everybody who's known you, everybody who's faced you cannot shut up about how much of a professional you are, how tough you are, how willing you are to go anywhere and do anything to give people anywhere in the world a show, and you BET YOUR ASS we fuckin' did that tonight, didn't we?!”
Another big pop from the crowd as they show their appreciation for this terrific main event. Holland pulls himself up to his feet again.
“I am PROUD to have come out here where pro wrestling really is in its' purest form; surrounded by music, by alcohol, by people inside and outside the ring that appreciate this for what it is; the greatest fucking art form on the planet. Izzy, thank you for the match, thank you for the show--I love you to death, you fuckin' maniac. Thank you for being you. Thank you.”
Holland drops the mic and the two hug center ring before Holland raises Izzy's arm, "Solway Firth" kicking up again as Holland exits the ring, giving Izzy a chance to salute the crowd before Night 1 goes off the air.
Erik Holland pins Izzy Van Doren.
The audience gives props to both competitors. The two embrace, Erik whispering something in Izzy's ear. He walks to the corner and asks for Ariana's mic.
Erik Holland: "I have a few things to say..”
Holland, sitting up on his knees, takes the microphone from the ring announcer after being announced as the winner.
“When I first met Izzy Van Doren in Full Intensity Wrestling, I was just breaking into the business and kinda trying to find my way around. We weren't really close, 'cause back then I was pretty fucked up and not really close to anybody but I paid attention to a lot of the shit she was doing in the ring because she just impressed me everywhere she went, everybody she fought..”
The fans begin to buzz a little bit, some of that being that they're FIW ultras and he mentioned their beloved and missed company. Holland's standing up on his feet now, leaning over the ropes facing the crowd. He's exhausted and beat up but this is obviously on his heart.
“Izzy didn't then and still doesn't give a fuck, she repeatedly showed me that she loves this business, that she loves her life as a wrestler, and let me tell you guys--Izzy has been through some shit in the last couple of years. Too much to get into, but right around that time Izz and I started gettin real tight just because I kept checking in, just wanting her to be doing good.”
Erik breathes hard for a few moments, taking a gulp of water and then pouring some of the bottle on his head.
“Now look at you, Izz. IJWF World Fuckin' Champion, huh?! You did that shit like you told us you would, huh?”
HUGE pop. Holland's now sitting on his knees again center ring, the 6'6" Maniac cutting a kind of comical frame in front of the shorter Van Doren but almost taking a knee out of respect for her as well. Plus, he's fucking tired--that was a tough match!
“When you started putting this show together I absolutely had to come out. And decided since you have been on my bucket list since the FIW days, I was gonna' hit you up for a chance to get in the ring with you, with the Champ, and go one on one for the first time in our careers! Shit, we been all over the world but we've never scrapped with each other 'til tonight..”
Erik gulps down some more water.
“And even though I won, you still kicked my ass. This is a match I've wanted for a very very long time. Everybody who's known you, everybody who's faced you cannot shut up about how much of a professional you are, how tough you are, how willing you are to go anywhere and do anything to give people anywhere in the world a show, and you BET YOUR ASS we fuckin' did that tonight, didn't we?!”
Another big pop from the crowd as they show their appreciation for this terrific main event. Holland pulls himself up to his feet again.
“I am PROUD to have come out here where pro wrestling really is in its' purest form; surrounded by music, by alcohol, by people inside and outside the ring that appreciate this for what it is; the greatest fucking art form on the planet. Izzy, thank you for the match, thank you for the show--I love you to death, you fuckin' maniac. Thank you for being you. Thank you.”
Holland drops the mic and the two hug center ring before Holland raises Izzy's arm, "Solway Firth" kicking up again as Holland exits the ring, giving Izzy a chance to salute the crowd before Night 1 goes off the air.
