RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SINGLES MATCH UP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> NATEEEEEEEE
RA>"THE SPYDER"
RA> WEBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!
" I Came Out Of The Darkness With A Bullet In My Hand.."!!
the crowd would boo loudly as they knew who was coming out to the ring.As Bullet In My Hand by Redlight Kings hit over the pa system the curtains opened up and outstepped Nate The Spyder Webb,dressed in a black shirt with a white spider on the front, Lowerbody in black leather pants feet in black boots.Nate has a black bandana on his head he walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face,Nate slides into the ring and stands in the corner waiting his opponent*

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> "THE CROWN JEWEL!"
RA> ASHTONNNNNN REGALLLLLLLL!!!!
Those guitars would echo about the arena as the melody almost sounded like the intro to his fathers horns belting out what seemed to be the most evil tone possible for a video game boss battle, but ofcourse it changed as the speakers pumped out the sounds of drums and bass all mixing in to become what was known as "Storm Center". From the curtains, a hand would push right through, currently parting them as he stepped out, hooded robe almost identical to his fathers would be seen. He walked down the ramp, hands extending out to touch those who did extend out towards him. Up the ramp he went as the hood was taken off to reveal his face, unrobbing, it fell down around his ankles in a pool of mass. He stepped out of it, currently wearing black and silver lived trunks. Japenese style wrestling boots with the padding already in them. He turned his head from side to side cracking it rather loudly, his left hand taped up, as his right wrist was only taped up. He stepped into the ring and looked towards Nate, currently just awaiting the bell. *

" The Crown Jewel " Ashton Regal Def. Nate " The Spyder " Webb via Pinfall after nailing him with the DDT style Brainbuster known as The Princes' Throne!
And a win picked up by Ashton! Currently he would lay there for a moment as Storm Center would echo about the arena. He ended up rolling out of the ring and heading to the back, holding his mouth from that superkick still, but still he raised his hand in victory as the cameras cut to commercials. *
Nate was dropped with the Princes Throne by ashton and was pinned.Nate quickly rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp holding his neck and back as he went through the curtains as the commercials hits*

RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE DEATH FROM ABOVE MATCH UP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> "THE MONSTER!"
RA> ABYSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
::A bell sounds then another as "Blackhole" by Dale oliver starts up as the lights go out in the arena. Then the music cuts off as pryos explode on the stage, shooting flames into the air. Out through the flames came Abyss. The monster stopped onto the stage crossing his arms as another set of pryos exploded to his sides as the lights came on. "Lust for blood" by Gackt hits the pa system as he pulls off his brown trenchcoat, dropping it to the ground revealing his black vest, and black leather pants and black halfr mask. He moved up the steps, climbing up onto the scalfolding as he moved towards the center after moving off the ramp, as he waited for his opponent as he smirked a bit evilly.::*

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> VAMPIRO!
Is not the one getting tired of complications and denials
A loss of hope a loss of speed leaves me face down in misery
You are the cause you are disease keep it down walk with ease
This constant dance with egos breeze leaves us face down with no relief
Face Down by Axehandle (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z20qKJEScr4) played over the sound system, Vampiro stepped out onto the top of the stage looking up towards Abyss, he made his way over towards the scalfolding starting to climb up to the top, reaching the top he snarled towards Abyss, waiting for the offical bell. *

" The Monster " Abyss Def. Vampiro via Chokeslamming him off the structure!
::Abyss looks down at the fallen vampiro, hair hanging over his eyes before his head flips backwards as he started to laugh insanely as the camera slowly fades to commercial!::*

RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SINGLES MATCH UP!
RA> ALREADY IN THE RING MAKING HER DEBUT!
RA> GABRINA GUERRERO!
::With her name introduced to the crowd, Gabrina placed her fingertips on her lips and sent a smooch out to the crowd. Not much of an epic response on par with The Rock, but it did well over her currently generic music. Gabrina leaned in the corner and propped her feet up on the top ropes. Waiting.:: *

RA> AND HER OPPONENT!
RA> MAKING HIS RETURN TO THE RING!
RA> "THE WHITE RIDER!"
RA> MORDECAIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!
There was an eerie calm that always followed the storm... The tempest made his way back into the bosom of IWA, and in his absence the pustule he'd left had grown cancerous. Immoral. Unpunished. Mordecai had to rectify his mistakes, and tonight he would start by cleansing the filth in the Guerrero family in the ring.
Intense flames rose from the metal on the stage and licked dual lines all the way down the aisle only to stop a hair's length away from immolating the ring and the poor girl trapped inside it. Behind the waves of heat stood the stoic defender of IWA's morals, the truth behind the veil of deceit, Mordecai. An all white immaculate robe complete with hood cascading over his bleach white face kept his pristine facade from being dirtied by the eyes of the crowd.
Keeping his gnarled cross close to his beating heart, Mordecai pressed his cross to the heavens and brought it to bare on the artificial flesh beneath his boots, forcing an explosion to tear through the ears of the fans, deafening many. More flames shot up from the stage and finally, Mordecai slowly, methodically... Moved for his prey.
Lowering his cross to the level of the fans, Mordecai let one hand guide his holy energy into their sin filled bodies, purging their corruption. Reaching his destination in the ring, Mordecai slid the crucifix into it's mold and creeped up the steel steps. One leg over the other and his large body gracefully descended from the ropes. Unfurling his robe and handing it to the referee, Mordecai threw his head back and pierced Gabrina's soul with his dead cobalt hues. -d-

Gabrina Guerrero Def. " The White Rider " Mordecai via DQ after Mordecai nailed the referee with a forearm!
The referee warned Mordecai, shouting in his face before signaling for the DQ!
"..."
Not a pause was taken when he picked the chair up...
-Pops one eye open.-
And leveled the ref with it from behind!
O.O
::She rolled out of the ring as the bell rang!::
The official falls to the canvas as the bell rings, lifeless.
Jabbing the man in the ribs several times, Mordecai temporarily forgot about Gabrina's existence and enjoyed the beating of the irate official until the excercise began to bore him.
::...Being that she got away with a win...she didn't help. More officials came, however!::
By the time he'd finished the bell had run no less than 9 times in a vain attempt to snap Mordecai out of his rage... And when he stopped... He looked at the coward going for the stage with wordless anger boiling in his baby blues.
"I will catch you... And I will make you see divinity."
He said under the sounds of the arena.-d-
::Gabrina was backing up on the stage with her hand behind her neck, clearly hurting, but SMILING.::
:D...
::She blew a kiss to Mordy, waving 'buh bye!':*

RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TAG TEAM MATCH UP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> "THE VOODOO KING!"
RA> DERRYKKKKKK AIRESSSSSS!!!!!
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snakebite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don't remember why I came
As the slow, methodical tunes of Godsmack Voodoo came playing throughout the arena; it would plunge into a state of total darkness. After a few long minutes the stage became illuminated by candles
with a plume of smoke rising from a mysterious location upon the stage.
Candles raise my desire
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Slowly a form could be seen materializing within the plumes of smoke at the entrance as images flashed in rapid succession upon the tron of a mysterious figure slowly emerging. The camera zooming in upon the
figure as he emerged from the plumes of puffing smoke to showing the long black hair caressing the top of his shoulders with an emotionless gaze focused not upon this reality, but rather seemingly upon another reality elsewhere. Hazel eyes seemingly empty and yet and at the same time full of wisdom as well as an unseen power which radiated from his large frame. Muscles seemed to pulsate with each movement as he strode towards the ring. The black robe about his body hiding his attire minus those black boots with hands rising up to drawing the hood back once he had reached the bottom of the ramp. As the hood feel away from his head smoke fell not only from the rafters going against nature itself, but also was rising to consuming the ring with each step taken up the steel steps.
Demons dreaming
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again
Derryk Aires moved along the edge of the ring until he came to the middle and decked to entering the ring between the middle and top rope. Once within the ring he slowly shed the robe to letting his upper body bare with the exception of a multitude of scarring that upon closer inspected would be realized to being many self-inflicted scarrings in various signs which could discovered in one who practices Voodoo be seen and that lower body of his clad within a pair of black tights which down the right leg was his first name and down the left leg was his last name. As the arena slowly came back to a more normal setting with the smoke slowly dissipating, the King of Voodoo would await the beginning of the match from his corner. *

RA> AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!
RA> "THE INHUMAN HIGHLIGHT REEL!"
RA> ALEX SARTYR!!!!!!!!!
Ah ya yaaaa...
Ah ya yaaaaa-a-a-a-a..
As the beginning chants of "Reborn" by Drowning Pool began to echo throughout a darkened arena, Alex Sartyr had managed to saunter out to the top of the ramp way under flickering gold and white stage lights. At the knees, he bent into a ball, hands gripping the sides of his sneakers.
The tempo of the song picking up, Alex Sartyr shot back to a full stand at just the right moment, arms extended out to either side of him as a shower of pyrotechics would shoot from the top of the ramp to
either side of him.
YEAHHHHHHHHH!
Hands raised full of sin, this is where the story began
As my halo, I'm scarred by where I've been
Alex stood at the top of the rampway, smirk fully in tact as he stood amongst the shower of sparks. Moments after they cease,
Sartyr took his first step down the ramp way, playing to the fans the whole way down, who had a mixed reaction to the IWA Rookie..
The hell I've been through, I saw my face in the bottom of a bottle
The hell I've gone through, to be reborn, reborn, again
The hell I've been through, shot down, ran through, dragged through
The hell I've gone through, to be reborn, reborn, again, again
Reaching the bottom of the ramp way, Sartyr veered off towards the ring steps. One by one he climbed them, sauntering across the ring apron as the fans showered him with a mixed reaction. With a million-dollar smirk plastered across his face, Alex Sartyr ducked through the ropes and entered the ring. He glanced towards his partner for the evening, giving a bit of a nod to him before brushing past him and mounting the turnbuckle. There,The Inhuman Highlight Reel struck a pose for the camera opportunity everyone was dying for. His music began to fade, and with an arrogant smile, Sartyr dropped off his perch and into his corner..*

RA> AND THEIR OPPONENTS!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> KAJIIIIIII
RA>"THE PHOENIX"
RA> FIRESONNNNNNNNN!!!!!
[The first 20 seconds of "Burn" by Three Days Grace plays over the speakers. It just sounds like a crackling flame, and to fit the theme, a ring of fire begins forming on the stage. It's just a single ember at first, but it lights the rest of the ring, and soon there's a veritable blaze surrounding where the trap door must be. That's because, after the ring of flames is formed, the seated figure of Kaji Fireson begins rising up from the depths. He doesn't seem quite as jovial as last week; getting assaulted tends to do that to a man's morale. He's still got a bandage on his forehead from where he was lacerated last week, but he's not letting it bother him as he stands up in the ring of fire and, when the music begins in earnest, he steps out of the flames and onto the stage.]
[When he walks down the ramp, one of the embers jumps from the circle and lights a path down one side of the ramp as though to follow the Phoenix into the ring. The ember only makes it to the bottom of the ramp, but the Phoenix makes it up to the apron, then through the ropes into the ring. He immediately goes to his corner to begin his usual last minute stretches so he can keep limber for the match to come, but he keeps his eyes on Derrek all the while.]*

RA> AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!
RA> HE IS THE CURRENT UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!
RA> "THE WHOLE FUCKIN' SHOW!"
RA> ROB VAN DAM!!!!!!!!!
ROB VAN DAM!
THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW!
ROB VAN DAM!
THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW!
....Van-daminator...
....Van-terminator...
....Van-crushinator...
....Van-assassinator!!
::Rob Van Dam stepped out from behind the curtains as his music played over the sound system, the crowd going crazy for him, but RVD had one thing on his mind and that was to get revenge on whoever was stalking him, keeping his face serious he made his way to the end of the ramp, skipping the usual taunting towards the crowd he rolled under the ropes and tossed his title off into the corner of the ring ready for a fight tonight:: *

" The Voodoo King " Derryk Aires & " The Inhuman Highlight Reel " Alex Sartyr Def. Kaji " The Phoenix " Fireson & " The Whole Fuckin' Show " Rob Van Dam via Pinfall after Derryk nailed Kaji with the Cradle Shock known as the Black Descent!
And Kaji lies on the canvas, in the deep shit. Please leave a message, he'll get back to you in a few days.*
Kaji "Phoenix" Fireson fell victim to the Black Descent two weeks in a row now! Aires lifted himself from the fallen victim and gave a nod towards Alex before he made his exit from the ring to heading to the back. *
Sartyr returned the nod as he dropped off the canvas and took his leave as well.*

RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SINGLES MATCH UP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FORST!
RA> "THE REAL DEAL!"
RA> DDDDDD'LOOOOOOO BROWNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
[THE] Okay... So. His partner was missing. For a month now... And the lack of teamwork was weighing D-Lo's good natured fun down to the point of a scowl that followed his bobbing head all the way down the aisle. He still sported the all black attire with tigers along his sides and back, but the team spirit between them was in jeopardy. A stiff walk to the ring with the occasional head shake was the only thing he bore from their partnership, and even that had a certain weight to it. D-Lo was piss't off! Walking up the steel steps, D-Lo ducked under the top rope and headed to the eye of the ring to make due with what he was given by Kofi's inability to show up to a damn show. [REAL DEAL] -d-

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> "THE IRISH SUPERSTAR!"
RA> GRADYYYYYYYY REEDUSSSSSSS!!!!!!
:: The theme song to the Boondock Saints movie hit the PA system at this time! The crowd rose to their feet as their favorite Irishman, behind Sheamus of course, irish jigged his way through the curtains! ::
:: He stood on top of the rampway, that huge smirk plastered across his face like always, as he took in the ovation from the crowd. He would turn his head, making sure that no one was trying to sneak attack him. ::
:: After realizing that no one was currently behind him, Grady would start his way down the rampway, slapping the fans hands as he passed. He made his way to the steps, up them and into the ring. :: *

" The Irish Superstar " Grady Reedus Def. " The Real Deal " D Lo Brown via Pinfall after nailing him with the superkick known as The Shot of Jameson!
[THE] D-Lo was owt! [REAL DEAL]
[THE] Colder than his shoulder to Kofi! [REAL DEAL]
Before Grady could enjoy the fruits of his labor, however, there was someone sliding into the ring from behind him-a steel chair clenched within his hands...and as soon as he rose?
:: BROWN WENT DOWN! RIGHT DOWN TO CHINA TOWN as the old saying goes. Both these men took it to one another here tonight. And either one of them could've easily walked out the victor here tonight. But it was The Irish Superstar who was awarded the Win on his career stat sheet. ::
CRACK!
:: Before his music could even begin to play, a steel chair would be slammed into him, dropping Reedus down to the mat! ::
And like a shark smelling blood, he swarmed-taking that chair to his back and spine...but primarily? He was going for the legs, beating them with the chair relentlessly!
"TRY AND RUIN MY GOD DAMN DAY NOW YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"Ahem...." ::The IWATron turned on as PHIII was assaulting Grady in the middle of the ring:: "....I said...AHEM!"
:: Shot after shot after shot landed. And Grady Reedus was literally being beaten by that steel chair! Thankfully Andy Talon would show up on the titan tron! ::
In the process of beating Grady with that chair, his hood was thrown back-revealing the rage-filled features of Patrick Harrison the Third-who hadn't forgotten the hellacious beating Grady had given him none too long ago. He managed one more good crack of the chair before the 'Tron was flashing to life, causing him to rear back slightly.
"EAT A DICK"
"Patrick...you finally got noticed."
"Why? Because I'm sick of you randomly attacking IWA Superstars."
"There is no place for a scumbag like you in this federation."
"However, the IWA board of directors have come to me and they all agree you will have a fighting chance for a contract."
[THE] At this time, D-Lo was regaining consciousness. Lost in translation, he looked to Grady from where he laid and smiled. Rolling out of the ring standing tall even though he lost the match, D-Lo went to the lockerroom with his hand attached to his jaw. [REAL DEAL]
"And that match will be next week at Light's Out!"
That made him smirk, all too pleased to be reviled in such a manner.
"And your opponent will be the man that you keep screwing with.....GRADY REEDUS!"
"Oh and the match will be a street fight!"
"Grady Reedus?"
"GRADY REEDUS?"
:: The time to recooperate from those chair shots was mere seconds... But it did the trick somehow. Or maybe it was the booze. Who knows. Nonetheless, Reedus would slowly push himself up to his feet as PHIII looked at the tron! ::
Ignorant to Reedus's rising, Patrick smacked the chair upon the mat in indignant frustration before turning around...
:: As Harrison turned around, just like the fate D-Lo suffered, Grady looked to deal the same result to Patrick! ::
:: His one leg was planted into the mat, the other one lifted up into the air! ::
Only this time, Patrick wasn't to be had! On sheer reflex, Harrison was twisting to the side-letting Grady's leg pass him by!
:: DAMNIT! Harrison was too smart it seemed as he ducked out of the way of the Shot of Jameson superkick! Reedus landed in the ropes. But got out of it quickly, turning around! ::
CRACK! As soon as Reedus turned around, Patrick went YARD on the Irish Superstar-hitting him over the head so hard with the chair that it deformed over his skull, nearly forming a nice little collar for him to wear!
:: LIGHTS OUT! Perfect name for the next PPV.. Except in this case, it wasn't a great situation for The Irish Superstar. That chair was dented over his head as he once again dropped to the mat, this time knocked out! :: *
Looking down at Reedus after he had hit the mat, Patrick looked down at the ruined chair within his hand for a moment before dropping it down onto the mat. Smirking in grim satisfaction, he'd move to stand over Reedus for a moment, lightly smacking his cheek despite the fact that he was unconscious.
"I hope you're happy...'cause Andy? He just signed your career's death certificate."
And with that said, he ducked out of the ring-turning to look at the remains of Reedus as he backed up the ramp; that same unnervingly satisfied grin tugging at his lips as he made his departure.*