Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 17:53:50 GMT
Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press, with one of the IPW Tag Team title belts over his shoulder, strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd.
Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street
When the first lines bellow out, Youth, with the other IPW Tag Team title belt around his waist, appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
Now I been smokin' for so long
You know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get oughta the way
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, waiting for their opponents to appear.
Torres: Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada...they come in at a combined weight of five hundred and sixty pounds...making their Iconic Pro Wrestling in-ring debut...they are Press and Flaming Youth…
Before Torres can finish his announcement, Press and Youth grab him by the collar and begin barking in his face. The flustered and scared Torres listens and silently nods.
Torres: They are the REIGNING Iconic Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions… they are Press and Flaming Youth….THE BOMBTRAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: I do not believe that they can call themselves tag team champions just because they are the only active team on the roster and have possession of the Tag Team Championship belts.
Crumb: The titles died out months ago because every team that won them up and vanished. And you’re wrong… there is another active team on the roster and I highly think they’re more qualified than these two.
Rose: You can’t seriously be talking about ASStrid Samson and Brianna Rissi’s little team?
Crumb: Yeah, I am. And I’m pretty sure that they’re undefeated as a tag team so therefore… more deserving. It’s like they’re trying their luck by claiming they’re the champions
Nelson: It is a pretty bold claim. This is a huge gamble for them and it may or may not pay off.
Rose: You two and your cheesy Vegas puns.
The heavy guitar opening of “The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of The Iconic Arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the exquisite Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front, to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
The lights in the arena go out and the arena is completely dark.
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
"The Man" by Aloe Blacc begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.
The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhonestoned white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him. The Ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee. The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
Nelson: It was no surprise when Stasi Herveaux and Mike Mason were not able to pick up the victory last time they teamed up considering that Herveaux is not Mason’s biggest fan.
Crumb: To be fair, she did a lot of work in that match and he did next to nothing, basically throwing her to the wolves named Brianna and Oliver.
Rose: She said she wasn’t going to show up… yet here she is. I won’t lie, I was enjoying the peace that came with her being out.
Crumb: I have a sneaking suspicion that she won’t even do anything in this match. Well, she will if she starts off but once she tags out… I think she’ll try everything in her power to not get tagged back in.
Nelson: She wants to send a message to both Mason and to our owner Brooklyn Holloway. I just hope she does not hurt herself or her career in the process because she shows a lot of promise.
DING DING DING!!!
---Chaos Main Event: Tag Team Match: Iconic Pro Wrestling In-Ring Debut Match: Bombtrax (Flaming Youth and Press) vs. New Regime (Stasi Herveaux and “Marvelous” Mike Mason)---
Press decides that he is going to start things off for his team, practically begging the Heavyweight Champion to get in the ring at the same time. Stasi and Mason both begin to argue over who will start for the New Regime; each telling the other to start.
Nelson: It does not seem like Herveaux or Mason can agree on who will be starting this match for their team.
Rose: Are they really even a team though?!
Crumb: Whatever issues they have with each other they need to put it to the wayside and concentrate on the task at hand.
Rose: Fat chance of that happening… especially with those two huge egos.
The two “team members” continue to argue, not paying attention to what is going on around them… or that a hooded figure has jumped over the security barrier. Everyone’s attention, except Herveaux’s and Mason’s because they’re still arguing, turns to the figure who is swarmed by IPW security until they move past the mob and grab Stasi by the ankle, pulling her down off the ring apron and causing her head to bounce off. The figure then pulls the hood back to reveal themselves to be Astrid Samson.
Nelson: What in the...
Crumb: I thought that Astrid was in San Francisco for the football game!
Rose: Here we go… ASStrid sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong… again.
This infuriates Stasi who immediately starts brawling with Astrid on the outside as the three men look on and shake their heads.
Crumb: It’s like we have a match inside of the match!
Stasi hits Astrid with a stiff knee to the gut causing Astrid to stumble backwards, looking to hit her Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head). But Astrid is able to duck underneath it and grabs a handful of Stasi’s hair. Stasi manages to boot Astrid away before the two start running around the ring. To get away, Stasi climbs onto the commentators’ table.
Rose: What in the hell are you doing?! Get off!
Rose tries to push Stasi off but Stasi just kicks her hand away (not too hard). Stasi then snatches a microphone as her nostrils are flaring as she keeps eye contact with Astrid.
Stasi: I’m sick and tired of all the bullsh*t that has been going on around here. So… f*ck you (points to Astrid), f*ck you (points to Mason), f*ck you (points to Bombtrax), you’re cool (points to a fan in her merch), f*ck you (points to Rose)... I’m out!
Stasi drops the microphone and in jumps down behind the table and exits out into the crowd. Her husband Anton comes over from the side and disappear into the crowd.
Nelson: Um… what is going on?
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS IT SEEMS STASI HERVEAUX HAS LITERALLY QUIT?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Stasi Herveaux just quit!”
In the ring Astrid yells “I got this!” to Mason. Astrid turns around just as Press steps forward and delivers a HUGE slap to her face. Press grabs Astrid by the hair and pulls her in. He then sends her crashing to the mat with an elbow drop! He goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Well this certainly is a surprise with Astrid Samson entering the match in place of Stasi Herveaux!
Crumb: I’m still confused as to what happened there. Did Stasi really quit IPW?
Rose: Good… freaking… riddance!
Before Astrid can even begin to make it back up to her feet, Press stands over her and begins to stomp away! Astrid tries to crawl over to the ropes to make it back up to her feet, but Press refuses to give her so much as an inch of space. The referee finally forces Press to back away. Press tries to fight his way past the referee, but the referee stands his ground. Youth tries to talk his partner down from the apron as Press takes a deep breath.
Crumb: Doesn’t look like Press enjoys being told what to do. The referee has to control the match and he did his job perfectly right there.
Astrid finally reaches her feet and stubbornly beckons Press to bring him. Press angrily charges forward. Astrid gets a foot in the air and kicks him in the jaw! Press stumbles back from the impact. Astrid steps back toward her corner of the ring. Mason tags himself into the match by slapping Astrid’s ass but doesn’t enter the ring. Press recovers and charges forward, nearly taking Astrid’s head off with a forearm smash. Astrid hits the mat hard and Mason hops into the ring and sends Press crashing to the mat with a big boot!
Rose: They had that timed perfectly!
Nelson: Well I am sure Samson would disagree, but…
Crumb: And I don’t think Astrid liked having her behind touched by Mason. She’s pretty seething as she stands on the apron.
Press tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Mason quickly grabs him and locks in a front facelock to hopefully wear him down. Press is able to put his strength on display almost immediately, lifting Mason into the air and throwing him away from him. Mason lands on the mat and tries to close the gap quickly only to be kicked in the mat with a big boot for his efforts!
Press heads over to his corner of the ring and tags Youth into the match. The two new Icons look at one another and nod. They grab Mason and drag him back up to his feet. They shoot Mason across the ring and wait for him to return on the rebound---lifting him into the air for a double hip toss! They hold Mason in the air and spin him around so that his face bounces off of the mat! They then drop elbows in stereo with Youth hooking the leg as he covers.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Crumb: Did you see that teamwork from the Bombtrax?
Rose: They’re a fantastic team, Crumbbum, and that’s going to carry the two of them to victory!
Youth grabs Mason and locks her into a side headlock. Eager to get back into the match, Astrid pounds the turnbuckle as she stands on the apron. Youth glares over at Astrid and shakes his head before mouthing something in Mason’s ear. He releases the hold and BLASTS Mason in the side of the head with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second before dragging Mason up to his feet. Youth powers her off of the mat and lets Mason hang in the air for a moment before delivering a belly-to-back suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Bombtrax have been showing that our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion is nothing to them. The level of sheer brutality is pretty much out of this world.
Crumb: But we have seen this type of offense before, twice in fact, and both times the person behind it has buggered off.
Rose: Oh I hope that’s not the case here. I quite enjoy watching these privileged idiots getting their faces kicked in.
Astrid begins to slap the turnbuckle at a pace that the crowd can clap along with, much to the annoyance of Youth. He and Press look at one another, with Press mouthing that Youth needs to “go hit the bitch!” Youth charges at Astrid to try and knock her off the apron but Astrid hops down at the last possible second causing Youth to hit the ropes. Shaking his head, Youth yells out at her as she stands there with a big smile on her face. Sensing an opening, Mason grabs Youth from behind. He spins Youth around and leaps into the air, hitting him with a knee strike! Youth stumbles as Mason snaps off a swinging neckbreaker! The Heavyweight Champion tags Astrid into the match, who slingshots over the ropes and lands on Youth with a senton! She hooks the leg as she covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Samson sure is not showing any signs of the attack affecting her in any way. She is looking focused and ready to go for this match… even if she was not scheduled to be in it.
Crumb: It didn’t look like Youth was even going to kick out of that. Getting the shoulder up at the last second keeps this match alive for his team.
Rose: ASStrid needs to learn her place and it’s not in the main event. She’s nothing more than Joshua’s wife!
Nelson: Be careful, Rose Marie. The last person to say that about her got their butt handed to them.
Rose: As if I’m scared of her little ass!
Astrid grabs hold of Youth to bring him back up to his feet. She sends him into the nearest turnbuckle! Youth bounces off of the turnbuckle and slumps against it for a moment. Astrid charges in and connects with a hip attack in the corner! The fans cheer as Youth tries to catch his breath. Astrid struts over and grabs Youth to set him up for a monkey flip! Youth blocks the attempt before Astrid can send him crashing to the mat. He slams her to the mat behind first! Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain. Youth hits Astrid in the back of the head with an elbow shot before dragging her over to his corner of the ring. Youth tags Press into the match. The big man begins to pound away on Astrid with a series of chops in the corner before shooting her toward Youth---who lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Press runs over and hits Astrid with an elbow drop before covering.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Astrid Samson is looking like a rag doll after that elbow shot from Youth.
Crumb: She is like half the size of Youth and a third of the size of Press so the odds are tremendously stacked against her as the legal person.
Rose: I am loving this. She deserves to be smacked around.
Press grabs Astrid and drives his knee into her lower back! Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain once again as she desperately tries to get away from Press. Shaking his head, Press locks in a chinlock---being sure to pull back as far as he can to try and damage Astrid’s back. Astrid desperately tries to escape as Mason tries to rally Astrid.
Nelson: With her well documented neck injuries, we know that Samson is susceptible to submissions, so while this might not be a big deal to most Icons…
Crumb: It’s a VERY big deal to her!
Rose: She’s stubborn as hell and can’t seem to take a hint.
When Astrid seems like she’s starting to make it back up to her feet, Press gives her a bit of space before delivering an Orton-esque backbreaker! Press gestures for Youth to get in the ring with him. Youth looks at Astrid and nods. Press gets her into backbreaker position as Youth climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The referee does what he can to try and get control of the match but Bombtrax ignore him. Mason runs into the ring and knocks Youth off balance by charging at the ropes!
Nelson and Crumb: OOOWWWWWW!!!!
Youth is crotched and clearly in pain. Press releases Astrid and charges at Mason, the two of them crashing to the floor outside!
Nelson: Mason is doing a lot more during this match than he has in his last two combined.
Crumb: Youth is down momentarily and Mason has been seemingly taken out by Press. Both Icons are down outside the ring.
Rose: You know, I had a feeling that this match would wind up in a complete mess. I’m not surprised at all that this is going on.
Youth falls to the mat and drags himself back up to his feet. Astrid does the same and immediately hits Youth with an European uppercut! She follows it up with a second and then grabs him to set him up for Off With Their Head (Flipping neckbreaker)! Youth blocks the attempt and slams Astrid to the mat. Shaking his head, Youth grabs her legs. The fans start to boo as Youth mumbles something toward Astrid before locking in a scorpion deathlock!
Nelson: Samson is locked in yet another submission hold, this time by Flaming Youth and he is showing no signs of releasing it.
Crumb: But if you look at Astrid, she could easily twist her body to either turn the move around or alleviate some of the pressure on her lower back. She’s been through the wringer and probably doesn’t even notice what is going on.
Rose: Come on… hurry up and tap already!
Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain as she yells and desperately tries to grab hold of the ropes. Noticing what she’s doing, Youth pulls Astrid towards the middle of the ring. The crowd begins to deflate as Astrid seems like she is about to frantically tap. Suddenly, Captain All-Star appears on the apron.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS CAPTAIN ALL-STAR IS OUT HERE?!?!
Cap desperately calls for the referee’s attention. The referee tries to ignore him but Cap pleads for his attention.
Nelson: What is Captain All-Star doing out here? He should not be on the apron.
Crumb: He’s trying to help out the Iconic Queen. Can’t you see? He too was a victim of brutal, uncalled for attacks at the hands of Bombtrax.
Rose: How is this old fart still even employed?
The referee finally comes over to see what Cap is screaming about. Cap pulls the ref in close as Astrid suddenly starts to tap on the mat.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ASTRID SAMSON IS TAPPING OUT TO FLAMING YOUTH?!?!
Rose: Probably, “good riddance.”
Nelson: But the referee does not see what is going on and so this match is still ongoing.
Crumb: This could wind up blowing up in Astrid’s face. I don’t know if this is what she had planned.
Rose: She wasn’t even supposed to be here anyway. She’s supposed to be in San Francisco!
Youth keeps the hold locked in an extra second before releasing. Realizing that the referee is distracted by Cap, Youth goes over toward them, yelling and wildly running his hands through his hair! Cap continues to try and keep the referee distracted but Press grabs the masked veteran and powerbombs him down to the thinly matted floor!
Nelson: Oh no Youth… you should not have taken your attention off of Samson!
Crumb: Oh poor Cap! The impact has knocked him out cold!
Rose: Captain All-Star distracted the referee when Youth clearly had it won for his team! This is total nonsense and he got what he deserved!
Youth turns around and gets hit with a pele kick! The impact sends him stumbling. Astrid hits Youth with a second pele kick---the impact knocking him into the turnbuckle! Youth bounces off of it and stumbles into a roll-up.
One...
Two…
THREE!!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING….
Rose: Shaddup!
Torres: The winners of this match...Astrid Samson and Mike Mason!!!
In shock, Press stops his attack on Cap and slides into the ring. Astrid quickly exits the ring escaping through the crowd before Youth and Press can realize what has happened. Bombtrax walk around the ring, cursing and yelling at the referee.
Crumb: These two aren’t too happy with what just happened!
Nelson: Yes and the poor referee is taking the brunt of it…
Rose: Uh…you may have spoken too soon!
Outside the ring, Mason is getting to his feet. Spotting him, Bombtrax scramble out of the ring. Youth waits on the apron while Press drops down to the floor. Mike slowly turns to face the two men when Youth rushes across the side of the ring and drops to nail the champion square in the face with a sliding knee.
Nelson: Mason just got blasted there thanks to Flaming Youth, but now Press is coming over and pulling him to his feet.
Crumb: Evil intentions as Press GORILLA PRESSES MIKE OVER HIS HEAD AND DROPS HIM CHEST FIRST DOWN ACROSS THE STEEL GUARD RAIL!
Mike clutches at his ribs as he stumbles down to his knees while Press directs traffic. No sooner can the man look up before Youth has slid in with a side kick that clips the man right in the jaw sending him the rest of the way down to the floor. The arena is coming unglued, a mixed reaction of bloodlust cheers and boos for the two men. Press rolls his neck to work out the kinks before allowing his head to slowly turn towards the announce booth.
Rose: Oh-No! NOT AGAIN!
Crumb: ABANDON SHIP!
Youth pulls Mason to his feet and drags him in that direction, but it’s obvious that the champion is having trouble breathing after that shot across the guardrail. Press doesn’t’ seem too sympathetic as he jerks the man’s head down to tuck between his legs and indicates for Youth to get back on the apron.
Much like last Chaos, the fever pitch in the arena is deafening as Mike is hoisted up onto Press’ shoulders while Youth leaps from the apron to catch him in the face with a kick to the face. Once again the IPW Heavyweight Champion finds himself driven through the table, a crumpled mess of bone, flesh, and wood.
Nelson: Goodness gracious! Mike Mason cannot take much more of this abuse!
Rose: I realizes this is the wrestling business, but I think we might have a claim of unsafe work environment here!
Crumb: Wait…what is Youth doing?
Youth steps over to the timekeepers table and snatches up the IPW Tag Team Championships along with Mason’s Heavyweight Championship and steps over to Press. The fans, coming down from the violence, begin to boo as Press takes the Heavyweight title and thrusts it over his head. The two men soak in the boos in stride before dropping the title across Mason’s broken body.
Nelson: What a night we have had! Thank you all for joining us and we will see you again at “New Year, Who Dis? Two” in two weeks!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press, with one of the IPW Tag Team title belts over his shoulder, strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd.
Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street
When the first lines bellow out, Youth, with the other IPW Tag Team title belt around his waist, appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
Now I been smokin' for so long
You know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get oughta the way
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, waiting for their opponents to appear.
Torres: Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada...they come in at a combined weight of five hundred and sixty pounds...making their Iconic Pro Wrestling in-ring debut...they are Press and Flaming Youth…
Before Torres can finish his announcement, Press and Youth grab him by the collar and begin barking in his face. The flustered and scared Torres listens and silently nods.
Torres: They are the REIGNING Iconic Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions… they are Press and Flaming Youth….THE BOMBTRAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: I do not believe that they can call themselves tag team champions just because they are the only active team on the roster and have possession of the Tag Team Championship belts.
Crumb: The titles died out months ago because every team that won them up and vanished. And you’re wrong… there is another active team on the roster and I highly think they’re more qualified than these two.
Rose: You can’t seriously be talking about ASStrid Samson and Brianna Rissi’s little team?
Crumb: Yeah, I am. And I’m pretty sure that they’re undefeated as a tag team so therefore… more deserving. It’s like they’re trying their luck by claiming they’re the champions
Nelson: It is a pretty bold claim. This is a huge gamble for them and it may or may not pay off.
Rose: You two and your cheesy Vegas puns.
The heavy guitar opening of “The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of The Iconic Arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the exquisite Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front, to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
The lights in the arena go out and the arena is completely dark.
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
"The Man" by Aloe Blacc begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.
The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhonestoned white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him. The Ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee. The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
Nelson: It was no surprise when Stasi Herveaux and Mike Mason were not able to pick up the victory last time they teamed up considering that Herveaux is not Mason’s biggest fan.
Crumb: To be fair, she did a lot of work in that match and he did next to nothing, basically throwing her to the wolves named Brianna and Oliver.
Rose: She said she wasn’t going to show up… yet here she is. I won’t lie, I was enjoying the peace that came with her being out.
Crumb: I have a sneaking suspicion that she won’t even do anything in this match. Well, she will if she starts off but once she tags out… I think she’ll try everything in her power to not get tagged back in.
Nelson: She wants to send a message to both Mason and to our owner Brooklyn Holloway. I just hope she does not hurt herself or her career in the process because she shows a lot of promise.
DING DING DING!!!
---Chaos Main Event: Tag Team Match: Iconic Pro Wrestling In-Ring Debut Match: Bombtrax (Flaming Youth and Press) vs. New Regime (Stasi Herveaux and “Marvelous” Mike Mason)---
Press decides that he is going to start things off for his team, practically begging the Heavyweight Champion to get in the ring at the same time. Stasi and Mason both begin to argue over who will start for the New Regime; each telling the other to start.
Nelson: It does not seem like Herveaux or Mason can agree on who will be starting this match for their team.
Rose: Are they really even a team though?!
Crumb: Whatever issues they have with each other they need to put it to the wayside and concentrate on the task at hand.
Rose: Fat chance of that happening… especially with those two huge egos.
The two “team members” continue to argue, not paying attention to what is going on around them… or that a hooded figure has jumped over the security barrier. Everyone’s attention, except Herveaux’s and Mason’s because they’re still arguing, turns to the figure who is swarmed by IPW security until they move past the mob and grab Stasi by the ankle, pulling her down off the ring apron and causing her head to bounce off. The figure then pulls the hood back to reveal themselves to be Astrid Samson.
Nelson: What in the...
Crumb: I thought that Astrid was in San Francisco for the football game!
Rose: Here we go… ASStrid sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong… again.
This infuriates Stasi who immediately starts brawling with Astrid on the outside as the three men look on and shake their heads.
Crumb: It’s like we have a match inside of the match!
Stasi hits Astrid with a stiff knee to the gut causing Astrid to stumble backwards, looking to hit her Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head). But Astrid is able to duck underneath it and grabs a handful of Stasi’s hair. Stasi manages to boot Astrid away before the two start running around the ring. To get away, Stasi climbs onto the commentators’ table.
Rose: What in the hell are you doing?! Get off!
Rose tries to push Stasi off but Stasi just kicks her hand away (not too hard). Stasi then snatches a microphone as her nostrils are flaring as she keeps eye contact with Astrid.
Stasi: I’m sick and tired of all the bullsh*t that has been going on around here. So… f*ck you (points to Astrid), f*ck you (points to Mason), f*ck you (points to Bombtrax), you’re cool (points to a fan in her merch), f*ck you (points to Rose)... I’m out!
Stasi drops the microphone and in jumps down behind the table and exits out into the crowd. Her husband Anton comes over from the side and disappear into the crowd.
Nelson: Um… what is going on?
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS IT SEEMS STASI HERVEAUX HAS LITERALLY QUIT?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Stasi Herveaux just quit!”
In the ring Astrid yells “I got this!” to Mason. Astrid turns around just as Press steps forward and delivers a HUGE slap to her face. Press grabs Astrid by the hair and pulls her in. He then sends her crashing to the mat with an elbow drop! He goes for the cover.
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Nelson: Well this certainly is a surprise with Astrid Samson entering the match in place of Stasi Herveaux!
Crumb: I’m still confused as to what happened there. Did Stasi really quit IPW?
Rose: Good… freaking… riddance!
Before Astrid can even begin to make it back up to her feet, Press stands over her and begins to stomp away! Astrid tries to crawl over to the ropes to make it back up to her feet, but Press refuses to give her so much as an inch of space. The referee finally forces Press to back away. Press tries to fight his way past the referee, but the referee stands his ground. Youth tries to talk his partner down from the apron as Press takes a deep breath.
Crumb: Doesn’t look like Press enjoys being told what to do. The referee has to control the match and he did his job perfectly right there.
Astrid finally reaches her feet and stubbornly beckons Press to bring him. Press angrily charges forward. Astrid gets a foot in the air and kicks him in the jaw! Press stumbles back from the impact. Astrid steps back toward her corner of the ring. Mason tags himself into the match by slapping Astrid’s ass but doesn’t enter the ring. Press recovers and charges forward, nearly taking Astrid’s head off with a forearm smash. Astrid hits the mat hard and Mason hops into the ring and sends Press crashing to the mat with a big boot!
Rose: They had that timed perfectly!
Nelson: Well I am sure Samson would disagree, but…
Crumb: And I don’t think Astrid liked having her behind touched by Mason. She’s pretty seething as she stands on the apron.
Press tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Mason quickly grabs him and locks in a front facelock to hopefully wear him down. Press is able to put his strength on display almost immediately, lifting Mason into the air and throwing him away from him. Mason lands on the mat and tries to close the gap quickly only to be kicked in the mat with a big boot for his efforts!
Press heads over to his corner of the ring and tags Youth into the match. The two new Icons look at one another and nod. They grab Mason and drag him back up to his feet. They shoot Mason across the ring and wait for him to return on the rebound---lifting him into the air for a double hip toss! They hold Mason in the air and spin him around so that his face bounces off of the mat! They then drop elbows in stereo with Youth hooking the leg as he covers.
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Crumb: Did you see that teamwork from the Bombtrax?
Rose: They’re a fantastic team, Crumbbum, and that’s going to carry the two of them to victory!
Youth grabs Mason and locks her into a side headlock. Eager to get back into the match, Astrid pounds the turnbuckle as she stands on the apron. Youth glares over at Astrid and shakes his head before mouthing something in Mason’s ear. He releases the hold and BLASTS Mason in the side of the head with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second before dragging Mason up to his feet. Youth powers her off of the mat and lets Mason hang in the air for a moment before delivering a belly-to-back suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
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Nelson: Bombtrax have been showing that our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion is nothing to them. The level of sheer brutality is pretty much out of this world.
Crumb: But we have seen this type of offense before, twice in fact, and both times the person behind it has buggered off.
Rose: Oh I hope that’s not the case here. I quite enjoy watching these privileged idiots getting their faces kicked in.
Astrid begins to slap the turnbuckle at a pace that the crowd can clap along with, much to the annoyance of Youth. He and Press look at one another, with Press mouthing that Youth needs to “go hit the bitch!” Youth charges at Astrid to try and knock her off the apron but Astrid hops down at the last possible second causing Youth to hit the ropes. Shaking his head, Youth yells out at her as she stands there with a big smile on her face. Sensing an opening, Mason grabs Youth from behind. He spins Youth around and leaps into the air, hitting him with a knee strike! Youth stumbles as Mason snaps off a swinging neckbreaker! The Heavyweight Champion tags Astrid into the match, who slingshots over the ropes and lands on Youth with a senton! She hooks the leg as she covers.
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Nelson: Samson sure is not showing any signs of the attack affecting her in any way. She is looking focused and ready to go for this match… even if she was not scheduled to be in it.
Crumb: It didn’t look like Youth was even going to kick out of that. Getting the shoulder up at the last second keeps this match alive for his team.
Rose: ASStrid needs to learn her place and it’s not in the main event. She’s nothing more than Joshua’s wife!
Nelson: Be careful, Rose Marie. The last person to say that about her got their butt handed to them.
Rose: As if I’m scared of her little ass!
Astrid grabs hold of Youth to bring him back up to his feet. She sends him into the nearest turnbuckle! Youth bounces off of the turnbuckle and slumps against it for a moment. Astrid charges in and connects with a hip attack in the corner! The fans cheer as Youth tries to catch his breath. Astrid struts over and grabs Youth to set him up for a monkey flip! Youth blocks the attempt before Astrid can send him crashing to the mat. He slams her to the mat behind first! Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain. Youth hits Astrid in the back of the head with an elbow shot before dragging her over to his corner of the ring. Youth tags Press into the match. The big man begins to pound away on Astrid with a series of chops in the corner before shooting her toward Youth---who lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Press runs over and hits Astrid with an elbow drop before covering.
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Nelson: Astrid Samson is looking like a rag doll after that elbow shot from Youth.
Crumb: She is like half the size of Youth and a third of the size of Press so the odds are tremendously stacked against her as the legal person.
Rose: I am loving this. She deserves to be smacked around.
Press grabs Astrid and drives his knee into her lower back! Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain once again as she desperately tries to get away from Press. Shaking his head, Press locks in a chinlock---being sure to pull back as far as he can to try and damage Astrid’s back. Astrid desperately tries to escape as Mason tries to rally Astrid.
Nelson: With her well documented neck injuries, we know that Samson is susceptible to submissions, so while this might not be a big deal to most Icons…
Crumb: It’s a VERY big deal to her!
Rose: She’s stubborn as hell and can’t seem to take a hint.
When Astrid seems like she’s starting to make it back up to her feet, Press gives her a bit of space before delivering an Orton-esque backbreaker! Press gestures for Youth to get in the ring with him. Youth looks at Astrid and nods. Press gets her into backbreaker position as Youth climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The referee does what he can to try and get control of the match but Bombtrax ignore him. Mason runs into the ring and knocks Youth off balance by charging at the ropes!
Nelson and Crumb: OOOWWWWWW!!!!
Youth is crotched and clearly in pain. Press releases Astrid and charges at Mason, the two of them crashing to the floor outside!
Nelson: Mason is doing a lot more during this match than he has in his last two combined.
Crumb: Youth is down momentarily and Mason has been seemingly taken out by Press. Both Icons are down outside the ring.
Rose: You know, I had a feeling that this match would wind up in a complete mess. I’m not surprised at all that this is going on.
Youth falls to the mat and drags himself back up to his feet. Astrid does the same and immediately hits Youth with an European uppercut! She follows it up with a second and then grabs him to set him up for Off With Their Head (Flipping neckbreaker)! Youth blocks the attempt and slams Astrid to the mat. Shaking his head, Youth grabs her legs. The fans start to boo as Youth mumbles something toward Astrid before locking in a scorpion deathlock!
Nelson: Samson is locked in yet another submission hold, this time by Flaming Youth and he is showing no signs of releasing it.
Crumb: But if you look at Astrid, she could easily twist her body to either turn the move around or alleviate some of the pressure on her lower back. She’s been through the wringer and probably doesn’t even notice what is going on.
Rose: Come on… hurry up and tap already!
Astrid’s eyes go wide in pain as she yells and desperately tries to grab hold of the ropes. Noticing what she’s doing, Youth pulls Astrid towards the middle of the ring. The crowd begins to deflate as Astrid seems like she is about to frantically tap. Suddenly, Captain All-Star appears on the apron.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS CAPTAIN ALL-STAR IS OUT HERE?!?!
Cap desperately calls for the referee’s attention. The referee tries to ignore him but Cap pleads for his attention.
Nelson: What is Captain All-Star doing out here? He should not be on the apron.
Crumb: He’s trying to help out the Iconic Queen. Can’t you see? He too was a victim of brutal, uncalled for attacks at the hands of Bombtrax.
Rose: How is this old fart still even employed?
The referee finally comes over to see what Cap is screaming about. Cap pulls the ref in close as Astrid suddenly starts to tap on the mat.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ASTRID SAMSON IS TAPPING OUT TO FLAMING YOUTH?!?!
Rose: Probably, “good riddance.”
Nelson: But the referee does not see what is going on and so this match is still ongoing.
Crumb: This could wind up blowing up in Astrid’s face. I don’t know if this is what she had planned.
Rose: She wasn’t even supposed to be here anyway. She’s supposed to be in San Francisco!
Youth keeps the hold locked in an extra second before releasing. Realizing that the referee is distracted by Cap, Youth goes over toward them, yelling and wildly running his hands through his hair! Cap continues to try and keep the referee distracted but Press grabs the masked veteran and powerbombs him down to the thinly matted floor!
Nelson: Oh no Youth… you should not have taken your attention off of Samson!
Crumb: Oh poor Cap! The impact has knocked him out cold!
Rose: Captain All-Star distracted the referee when Youth clearly had it won for his team! This is total nonsense and he got what he deserved!
Youth turns around and gets hit with a pele kick! The impact sends him stumbling. Astrid hits Youth with a second pele kick---the impact knocking him into the turnbuckle! Youth bounces off of it and stumbles into a roll-up.
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Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING….
Rose: Shaddup!
Torres: The winners of this match...Astrid Samson and Mike Mason!!!
In shock, Press stops his attack on Cap and slides into the ring. Astrid quickly exits the ring escaping through the crowd before Youth and Press can realize what has happened. Bombtrax walk around the ring, cursing and yelling at the referee.
Crumb: These two aren’t too happy with what just happened!
Nelson: Yes and the poor referee is taking the brunt of it…
Rose: Uh…you may have spoken too soon!
Outside the ring, Mason is getting to his feet. Spotting him, Bombtrax scramble out of the ring. Youth waits on the apron while Press drops down to the floor. Mike slowly turns to face the two men when Youth rushes across the side of the ring and drops to nail the champion square in the face with a sliding knee.
Nelson: Mason just got blasted there thanks to Flaming Youth, but now Press is coming over and pulling him to his feet.
Crumb: Evil intentions as Press GORILLA PRESSES MIKE OVER HIS HEAD AND DROPS HIM CHEST FIRST DOWN ACROSS THE STEEL GUARD RAIL!
Mike clutches at his ribs as he stumbles down to his knees while Press directs traffic. No sooner can the man look up before Youth has slid in with a side kick that clips the man right in the jaw sending him the rest of the way down to the floor. The arena is coming unglued, a mixed reaction of bloodlust cheers and boos for the two men. Press rolls his neck to work out the kinks before allowing his head to slowly turn towards the announce booth.
Rose: Oh-No! NOT AGAIN!
Crumb: ABANDON SHIP!
Youth pulls Mason to his feet and drags him in that direction, but it’s obvious that the champion is having trouble breathing after that shot across the guardrail. Press doesn’t’ seem too sympathetic as he jerks the man’s head down to tuck between his legs and indicates for Youth to get back on the apron.
Much like last Chaos, the fever pitch in the arena is deafening as Mike is hoisted up onto Press’ shoulders while Youth leaps from the apron to catch him in the face with a kick to the face. Once again the IPW Heavyweight Champion finds himself driven through the table, a crumpled mess of bone, flesh, and wood.
Nelson: Goodness gracious! Mike Mason cannot take much more of this abuse!
Rose: I realizes this is the wrestling business, but I think we might have a claim of unsafe work environment here!
Crumb: Wait…what is Youth doing?
Youth steps over to the timekeepers table and snatches up the IPW Tag Team Championships along with Mason’s Heavyweight Championship and steps over to Press. The fans, coming down from the violence, begin to boo as Press takes the Heavyweight title and thrusts it over his head. The two men soak in the boos in stride before dropping the title across Mason’s broken body.
Nelson: What a night we have had! Thank you all for joining us and we will see you again at “New Year, Who Dis? Two” in two weeks!