[ Pre Show! ]

RA> THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> " THE JAMAICAN SENSATION! "
RA> KOFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KINGSTONNNNNNNNNNNN!
The crowd started to cheer loudly as kofi's name was called.Kofi's music hits and outstepped from behind the curtains was Kofi Kingston smile upon his face.Kofi walked down the ramp dressed in his dark green attire kofi walks down the ramp and slides into the ring and awaits his opponent*

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> " THE REAL DEAL! "
RA> D LOOOOOOOOOOO BROWNNNNNNNNN!
[THE] There was so much animosity between he and Kofi now that you could cut it with a knife-- Kofi had shit the bed as far as he was concerned since his absences in the past weeks, and now that he was out here, D-Lo had something to get off his chest. Asking the the circus chimps backstage to cut his music off on arriving to the collective boos of the arena, D-Lo requested a microphone to address his issues with Kofi's lack of commitment to the ideals of a tag team. [REAL DEAL]
Jerry Lawler:" Wait a Minute these two are supposed to be friends"
"Ay... KOFI!"
Kofi stood in his corner looking toward d'lo
"Before I go down there and beat the black off 'yo back... I need to get somethin' off my chest."
"What the HELL were you thinkin' formin' a tag team with me, man?"
[THE] D-Lo paced around the stage, face taut with anger and conflicting emotions. [REAL DEAL]
"I come out here every week and bust my balls 'till they bleed."
the crowd started to boo
"I put in every effort possible to get us to places..."
"And what about you?"
"You sit back and let D-LO HANDLE IT. ALL OF IT!"
Crowd:"BOOOOO!"
"For THREE WEEKS. THREE WEEKS...! You done nothing but burn me man."
"We missed an opportunity 'cuz you're too much of a little punk to come out and show your face."
The Contrarian Fan: Why are we booin' the guy that got screwed over by his partner bein' unreliable? I'd be pissed, too!
Kofi yelled up toward d'lo im right here"!
"Ever since I teamed up with you... I lost match after match... AFTER MATCH."
"And 'fo what?! A partner that doesn't show?"
"I'm sick of your bullsh*T!"
"As of last Genocide I dumped 'yo bitch ass! D-Lo never needed a lead weight to slow him down and after tonight? After I put you out of MY misery?"
"Everbody's gonna recognize me as... THE REAL... DEAL!"
"And you? You're gonna fade like a played out star."
"Truth!"
[THE] D-Lo dropped the microphone and made a hasty one way trip down to the ring! Under the bottom rope did he roll and brought himself to a stand to get a good glimpse at the man he once called his partner. Fuck this chump up, D-Lo! Fuck him up real good! [REAL DEAL] -d-

" The Real Deal " D Lo Brown Def. " The Jamaican Sensation " Kofi Kingston via Pinfall after nailing him with The Lo Down!
THE] Standing above the man who'd raked him over the coals, D-Lo bent over Kofi's broken form, glowering. [REAL DEAL]
"S.O.S.! YOU JUST GOT 'YO ASS BEAT, BOY!"
Kofi was splashed by d'lo and was covered and d'lo got the pinfall.Kofi laid on the canvas holding his ribs and coughing
"And now you know who tha real deal is!"
"It was me! Not you!"
"I'm done with you, Kofi...! Cuz it's simple... You ain't down with tha Brown..."
[THE] D-Lo mockingly kicked one of Kofi's limp arms and smiled as he exited the ring.* [REAL DEAL]

[ IWA Presents: LIGHTS OUT! ]


RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A HARDCORE RULES MATCH UP!
RA> AND IS FOR THE #1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE HARDCORE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> " THE PHOENIX! "
RA> KAJIIIIII FIRESONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
[The first 20-some odd seconds of Burn start playing over the speakers, and as usual, the sound of the flames flickering in the song mimic the sound of the ring of fire forming on the stage. The blaze starts with just one ember, but grows into an inferno that surrounds the trap door set-up. However, from the moment Kaji starts to rise up from beneath the stage, the flames illuminate the face of a man that is highly unhappy with tonight's opponent. Two weeks ago he got busted open and assaulted. Last week he got beaten in a tag match. This week, they face again, but they each only have each other to focus on.
That suits Kaji just fine. The music begins in earnest and Kaji stands up, a bit more quickly than he has the last couple of weeks. The lights of the arena illuminate all of Kaji, and we see that he's recovered nicely from the assault of two weeks ago. He's still not happy, though, as he all but ignores the fans along the entrance way on his way to the ring. He is sliding into the ring before the little ember that usually trails behind him is even halfway down the ramp. What a sad looking spark. Kaji's more on the anger side of things as he scowls up the ramp at the stage, doing some last minute warming up to prepare for this match, the most important of his career so far.]*

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> " THE VOODOO KING! "
RA> DERRYKKKKKKK AIRESSSSSSS!!!!!!
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 materilaizing 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. Mucles 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 intself, 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. *

" The Voodoo King " Derryk Aires Def. " The Phoenix " Kaji Fireson via Pinfall after nailing him with the Jacknife Powerbomb he called The Bloody Sunset to become the new # 1 Contender to The Hardcore Television Championship!
[Kaji got planted with a powerbomb, and with all the blood loss and abuse, just could not summon the energy to kick out. No one is really surprised.]
Godsmack's Voodoo comes playing throughout the arena as the bloodied Derryk Aires rises to his feet after rolling out of the ring to making his way to the back. *

RA> THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TAG TEAM MATCH!
RA> MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> THE TEAM OF CHALE WHITE & MULLER BLACK!
RA> THE LEGIONNNNNNNNNNNNN!
: Static :
We are Legion
We are Many
Divided by zero. We do not forgive. We do not forget.
"CAN'T STAY AWAKE!! BURNING ALIVE!! I CANNOT BREATHE THIS POISON AIR FILLED WITH LIES! I CANNOT SEE...WHAT'S DONE TO ME! LIVE IN FEAR, THE SUN IS FALLING FROM THE SKY!!" The lyrics of Combichrist's "Throat Full of Glass" Played as the two masked individuals made their way from the backstage area. Their full-length coats, glowing blue Cheshire grin-coveredm asks, and their enigmatic presence
made for quite the eerie entrance. They didn't pause on the ramp, but instead walked side by side while focused soley on the ring. The Avengers of Anarchy were in full effect tonight. They would not settle for less against this so-called dynasty. They would show them that like all dynasties in time's past, the truth would demonize and ruin them in the end. Unfortunately for the Dynasty, said 'truth' was facing them in the ring tonight. "It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass. I cannot help it, can't decline. It's always better down the line, I'm in the wrong, and I've done it all before. AndI wish I'd never been; and I know it's just a dream! Now I'm blind, I can't open my eyes!" The lyrics continued on as the two slid beneath the ropes and stood in the ring. Not much fanfare here...they were focused on other things...:: *

RA> AND THEIR OPPONENTS!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
"WAIT!"
"WAAAAITTT!"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
".......?"
"??"
Ian had no qualms with interrupting the Ring Announcer when he had such a cancerous mass living off his chest that it was visible to the crowd... He didn't deserve this!
Walking onto the stage still fully clothed in his 'business casual' suit and shoes, Ian smiled to the crowd, microphone in hand.
"Hello IWA... Good night we're having, I hope."
He waved to the people who were too quick to jump on him with a cascade of boos.
"I had a little conversation with Andy tonight about what I've been going through recently..."
"On the weekly basis I've done nothing but sell myself short, and in turn, sell him short."
"Andy still wants to believe in me."
"He still wants to have me around and prove that I am as good as my initial appraisal."
"So..."
Ian's eyebrows rose in the direction of Legion, smile still being maintained.
"Tonight, as you can plainly see..."
"I'm not dressed to compete."
"Not yet, at least."
>=(...
"I voiced my complaints to Andy and he agreed that while partnering up with a fellow member of Dynasty is a healthy way of bringing myself back into a healthy standing with our boss..."
"THIS TAG TEAM MATCH IS BELOW ME!"
"THE LEGION ARE BELOW ME!"
"ALL OF YOU!"
"................"
::FANS BOO::
Ian pointed accusingly at the crowd!
"ARE BELOW ME!"
:: FANS BOO!::
Fans> IAN SUCKS! IAN SUCKS! IAN SUCKS! IAN SUCKS! IAN SUCKS!
"That means I refuse to wrestle for you ingrates!"
Fans> BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Minority of the crowd> NA NA NA NA...NA NA NA NA...HEY HEY HEY. GOODBYE
"But that brings up a question, doesn't it?"
Ian's head dropped closer to his chest, cheshire wide grin still maintained to goad the crowd on further.
Raising his peripheral vision to the enraged Legion, Ian chuckled.
"Is this going to be a handicapped match?"
"No. It is not."
: Leans on the top rope, pointing down at Ian.:
"There's someone more than capable of filling my shoes."
"And his father is one of the meanest fighters out of Blackpool."
"............."
Ian let the mic fall to his side and extended an arm to the titantron, signaling his mystery replacement to come on out!
: Hand on Black's shoulder. Looking to the crowd in confusion
: WHO WAS IT? :
The sounds of that guitar, that would almost mimic the very burst those horns would give out in the beginning of his fathers theme, it wasn't until the sounds all mixed together. Drums and bass would echo about the PA systems as Storm Center would echo about the arena. The lights would dim down some, and started this rave like effect. From the curtains would push out a man covered in a hooded black and silver robe, head lowered down. As he got to where Ian was, his head would rise up, as the robe was undone from the front revealing those toned muscles, none other than "The Crown Jewel" Ashton Regal was standing right beside Ian Malenko. He smirked towards the fans as he pushed robe off, letting it pool around his ankles. Currently in a pair of black and dark blue trunks, japanese style cut kickpads/boots with a crown design upon his knee pads. One hand was heavily taped, his left hand, while the right was only wrapped with tape around the wrist. He brought up the heavily tapped left hand
giving it rotation as he nodded towards Ian, then made his way down to the ring, waiting infront of it as his partner for the night would need to make his appearance. *
"Heh..."
"I hope you enjoy my replacement."
"He's about to make your night a living hell, Legion."
RA> AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!
"As for me? I've got other things that are calling for my attention."
Ian hastily left the ramp for Mayhem's benefit!
RA> REPRESENTING THE DYNASTY!
RA> HE IS THE CURRENT HARDCORE TELEVISION CHAMPION!
RA> " MISTER SIX SIX SIX! "
RA> MAYHEMMMMMMMMMMM!
IF YOUR 555
THEN IM 666
::The Heretic Anthem played over the sound system as the Enforcer of the Dynasty, Mayhem stepped out with the Hardcore Television Championship around his shoulder, Mayhem walked down towards the ring with no sight of emotions on his face::
::Mayhem reached the end of the ramp, hooking onto the top rope, Mayhem lifted himself up onto the ring apron, before stepping over the ropes into the ring, he looked over at his partner and then the Legion, before tossing the Hardcore Television Championship off to the side waiting for the bell:: *

The Legion ( Chale White & Muller Black ) Def. " The Crown Jewel " Ashton Regal & " Mister Six Six Six " Mayhem via Pinfall after White nailed Mayhem with a Springboard Enziquiri!
:: The Legion celebrated, but they had nothing left in the tank. TRUTH PREVAILED::

::Cameras go to the back with Andy Talon sitting behind his desk like always, yelling into his phone::
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN VAMPIRO CANT COMPETE!"
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND A SIX PERSON FOR THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER!"
"GRRRRRRRRR"
::Andy Talon tossed his phone across the room letting it break in pieces::
By now Ian'd received Andy's summons and was walking through the door, a neutral look on his face considering what just happened.
"You wanted to see me?"
::Andy looks at Ian::
Curious expression on his face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"You didn't come to me at all about not being in the match?"
"I wanted to give Ashton a chance to prove that he's worth something."
"He's what this group needs."
"Ashton? He just proved he's a loser like you!"
"Did his shoulders hit the mat?"
"Or was that Mayhem failing to win?"
"This isn't Mayhem's fault...its yours!"
"But since I have an opening in the Elimination Chamber match tonight."
"You get to prove to me once more what you have."
"What it takes to be in the Dynasty!"
"So go get ready."
"And get out of my sight."
Ian smirked wryly at Andy and in the driest most sarcastic voice he could summon...
"Thanks..."
"BOSS."
And exited before Andy could get another word out. -d-
::Andy sat in his chair with the pissed off look as Ian talked to him sarcasticly, as cameras went back to ringside::*

RA> FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH!
RA> AND IS FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> IN CHAMBER #1!
RA> BILLYYYYYYYYYYY
RA> " THE RIOT "
RA> KIDMANNNNNNNNNN!
Ahhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhh
You can run if you........
The music stops and the lights dim down. Riot by Three Days Grace takes over as Kidman comes out from behind the curtain in his cut off shorts and his ripped up wife beater.
Kidman would slowly walk down the rampway and looks at the demonic structure in front of him. Walking up the steps, he ducks into the ring and steps to his chamber to be locked in. *

RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING NEXT!
RA> IN CHAMBER #2!
RA> HE IS A MEMBER OF THE DYNASTY!
RA> IANNNNNNNN MALENKOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Walking out with a shit eating grin on his face, Ian's expression was that of a carefree boy who'd just spat in the face of his father for the first time for being such an overbearing asshole to him for no good reason. Sure, Born of a Broken Man, The Dynasty's trademark song branded him as a member and the title that was levied on him by IWA as being apart of their so-called 'stable' was there in full force, too. Ignoring the usual pyros again, Ian walked casually to the ring and climbed through the gaping maw to the devilish structure. Sliding into his pod, Malenko's son watched with intrigue as the referees worked on securing him in his plastic prison. Peering over at Billy, Ian gave him a cocky look and threw his head softly against the back of the cell, hands weaving around to support his neck as he pretended to snooze his way through the boring parts of the match. -d-

RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING NEXT!
RA> IN CHAMBER #3!
RA> ALSO A MEMBER OF THE DYNASTY!
RA> " THE PARALYZER! "
RA> DAVIDDDDDDDD MYERSSSSSSSS!
::Paralyzer by Finger Eleven played over the sound system, not using the Dynasty theme like Ian did, David Myers stepped out with the crowd booing towards as he appeared::
::Myers walked down looking at the big steel structure, getting to the end of the ramp, he walked up the steps and ducked between the ropes into the chamber, he looked over at Kidman and then at Ian, giving a smirk towards Ian, he ducked back out between the ropes and made his way over to his chamber, getting locked in:: *

RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> IN CHAMBER # 4!
RA> " THE SELF PROCLAIMED SAVIOR! "
RA> KURTTTTTTTTT WAGNARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
-=an errie white fog would roll into the ring and then Heaven and hell would be playing in the background, after the song kicks in there would be a storke of lighting hitting the top of the arena. BOOM!!! Kurt wagnar would appear from the stroke wearing his white robe as it covered his slicked back black hair, and cold blue eyes... Kurt would have his hands in prayer the entire time as he walked down the ailse..=-
-=Signs once again popping up with "HUG ME KURT" and "FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC!" as The crowd still teased over Kurts win with his bearhug, But Kurt would not be looking at the crowd as he walked into the chamber...=- -=Kurt would take off his white robe showing his cross tattoo on his back as he handed to the ref who set it aside. Kurt would then look across the ring at all four as he waits for the match to start..=-**

RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING NEXT!
RA> " THE ARM-SNAPPING ASSASSIN! "
RA> JAKEEEEEEE GARCIANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!
-= Jake did his usual entrance as Fight it Out - Rock Remix blasted through the PA, and he surveyed his opponents. He got a good spot in the match, and there were many in the ring right now he had history with, a chance to get a couple wins back. He raised his Money in the Bank briefcase above his head, handing it off to a tech as he stepped into his chamber... =- *

RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING NEXT AND FINAL MEMBER OF THE CHAMBER!
RA> " THE MONSTER! "
RA> ABYSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
::The lights went dark suddenly as the crowd held up lighters in the sky. A few cat-calls were heard from the audience. Then that familiar bell sounded as the start of "Down in the catacombs" by Dale oliver hit the pa. After a few moments of it playing, it cut off as pryos exploded as "Lust for blood" by Gackt hit the pa system. Out through the flames, came Abyss. Red-lights flooded the arena as he moved onto the stage and he crossed his arms as another set of pryos exploded. Abyss pulled off that tan trenchcoat with that black hood off as he moved towards the chamber, stepping in as the lights returned to normal.::*

[The match progressed!]

::Myers was taken down by Abyss, Abyss quickly came back over and hooked onto him but Myers hooked onto his head and dropped with a jawbreaker, before resting against the ropes::
= Suddenly, as the action of the match would continue.. a familiar, but long dormant theme would come over the PA and the crowd would rise and turn to the entrance ramp! An audible gasp would be heard as "The Sin City Saint", Synyster would walk out from behind the curtain! "The Thing That Should Not Be" by Metallica would play for a few more seconds before cutting off on the arena's loudspeakers. Syn would pull a microphone from his back pocket and begin to address the capacity crowd. =
::As Myers was against the ropes, he turned around with his eyes wide as Synyster made an appearance::
Synyster: Long time, eh?
Ian canted his head at Syn... What the?
Synyster: Right about now, I'm guessing a certain someone inside that ring right now is wishing it would have been just a little bit longer, yeah?
Kidman's eyes would go a bit wide as he turns to look at Syn.
Synyster: Story time. So, I'm sitting at home, minding my own and enjoying retirement. Watching IWA on the old television, and then all of a sudden... my name gets thrown out there. A little shocking to say the least.
::That jawbreaker, stunned Abyss and he rolled. He got up towards his hands and knees, looking at Syn.::
Synyster: I mean when I walked away, I felt good about it. I accomplished alot in my short time in IWA. Royal Rumble winner. Won the Main Event of Wrestlemania in a squash match to win the World Championship. Nothing really left to prove. But according to a certain someone, all I accomplished was a fluke, yeah?
-=Kurt not caring about this syn charater... Kurt would look at all the opponents to see who was most vunalbe at this time....=-
Synyster: David Myers. *chuckle* A fluke huh? Why don't you ask Kane how much of a fluke I am? Ask Mayhem. Ask Chris Vaude. But hey, you want to see how you stack up against me and try and prove to everyone that you're better than me? You know what they say don't you?
Synyster: Be careful what you ask for jack, because you just might get it. I may have retired, but I didn't duck a single challenge back then and I'm not going to start now. So, IWA's Anniversary Show, Myers, you got your wish! "The Paralyzer" David Myers versus "The Sin City Saint" Synyster!
Synyster: Nothing would please me more than to rectify the one true regret in my IWA career, which was I didn't get to kick your ass and put you in your place. Good luck kid, you're going to need it.
::Myers still had his eyes wide as Synyster accepted the challenge::
= Syn throws down the mic as Myers looks on from the ring, absolutely livid. =
::Myers started to shake his head back and forth as he didn't really expect Synyster to take the challenge::
::Myers stepped back from the ropes::
-=Kurt would see myers was the weaker of them and grabbed him from behind and did a school boy roll up!!!=-
1!
2!
3!
::Myers was rolled up from behind after being distracted, his shoulders were down for the three as Wagnar just eliminated him from the chamber!::
DAVID MYERS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Ian just shook his head. Amazing.
::Myers rolled over to his knees as the ref told him to get out of the ring, he pulled a fit in the ring, before finally leaving upset::
" The Self Proclaimed Savior " Kurt Wagnar Def. " The Paralyzer " David Myers, Ian Malenko, " The Monster " Abyss, " The Arm Snapping Assasin " Jake Garcian & Billy " The Riot " Kidman via Submission after locking Kidman in The Lord's Embrace (bearhug) to become the new # 1 Contender to The World Heavyweight Championship!

" I Came out of the darkness with a bullet in my hand!!"
The words of Bullet In My Hand by Redlight Kings hits over the IWA speakers. The crowd began to boo as they knew who was making his way out.Nate The Spyder Webb walks out from behind those curtains dressed in his wrestling attire of that black leather top with a white spider with bloody fangs on the front,nate's lowerbody in those black leather pants feet in black boots. That red and black bandana on his head, Nate has a chair in his left hand he smirked and raised it in the air and started making his way down the ramp holding that chair high in the air. Nate makes it toward the ring and walks around to the ring announcer and snatches the micophone from his hand and slid into the ring, Nate opens the chair up on all fours in the center of the ring and sat down and raised the mic to his mouth.
Nate Webb:" I am out here for one reason and that is to ask IWA Management why the hell I am not on the card for this pay per view after all I am the reason these people paid a lot of money to see. So I am not going to talk all night I am out here to put myself in the pay per view with that being said I am dressed to compete here tonight and I am going to show management why I should be at the top of the ladder so I want management to look around and find me someone who I can bash their fucking head in with this chair.
Nate Webb:"so whoever you are bring your ass down to this ring and get some". Webb tossed the microphone to the outside and sat in the chair waiting for someone to get their asses down to the ring.
Nate:" im not leaving this ring until some one gets out here nate folds his arms and waits*
A guitar riff sounds that, in our world, signals that someone that isn't John Cena or Triple H is about to get decimated in the ring. However, no one in the arena here probably recognizes the song. That's fine, because when a man as wide as a truck walks out from behind the curtain, it's clear that Nate Webb is going to be in for a long damn night. His name? Brock Lesnar.
There's not much fanfare, he just walks out onto the stage, smirking up at Webb while hopping back and forth on the stage. Then he raises and lowers his arms as though crushing a tree, roars, and saunters down to the ring. When he gets to the apron, he hops up onto the apron, still bouncing on the balls of his feet as he grins at Webb. He clearly doesn't think this is going to take very long.
After a moment of just smirking at the "Spyder," he steps into the ring. He steps right up to Webb, looking down at him as he presses his gargantuan chest against Webb's. He doesn't take a mic, but his words are audible in Nate's. "Be careful what you wish for, kid." *

Brock Lesnar Def. Nate " The Spyder " Webb via Submission after making him tap out to The Brock Lock!
Lesnar throws Nate's leg away as soon as he taps out, not wanting to touch him any longer than necessary. He does linger to admire Webb's pain as he cradles that knee, making Brock laugh uproariously. After a minute, he leans over Webb and shouts, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Next time they leave you off a card, STAY HOME!" Brock laughs more as he heads to the back.*
Brock released webb and webb quickly rolled to the outside of the ring holding his leg and back and raised a fist in the air and made his way up the ramp and goes into the back*

RA> THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A STREET FIGHT!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> " THE NEW JERSEY NIGHTMARE! "
RA> PATRICKKKKKKKKK HARRISONNNNNN III!!!!!!!!!!!
YEAAAAHHHHHH
BOOYYYYYYYY!
"Bring tha Noize" by Public Enemy and Anthrax blares through the PA system, all but raping the ears of all in attendance with distorted guitars and furious double bass drums as the man known as PHIII tears through the black velvet curtains. With trademark smirk tugging at his lips, one that screamed arrogance and self-righteousness, Newark's (less than) favorite son made haste toward the steel rampway. The fans? They were ignored. The boos? Equally ignored. All that mattered to the man was a good, proper chance to beat the everloving shit out of that Irish fuck that had stuck his nose into his business. Bobbing his head in time with the beat, he idly pulled up those loose fitting Rocawear jeans that hung off of his hips before he was breaking out into a sprint and sliding into the ring..only to immediately roll out to the otherside.
"Fuck this shit!"
He yelled aloud as he stomped over toward the timekeeper. Grabbing hold of the man's tie, he roughly yanked him up out of his chair and tossed him aside before he was grabbing hold of that aforementioned steel chair. Folding it up, he'd immediately stalk back toward the otherside of the ring-smacking the chair on the ground below as he stood there, waiting for Reedus with a little...'present' in hand.
"COME ON YOU WORTHLESS FUCK!" *

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> " THE IRISH SUPERSTAR! "
RA> GRADYYYYYYYYYYYY REEDUSSSSSSSSSSS!
:: The theme song to The Boon Dock Saints movie hit the PA system! Irish Jigging his way through the curtain came " The Irish Superstar! " Grady Reedus, to the delight of the crowd! ::
:: He continued to jig for a few seconds as he looked out to the IWA universe with a smirk across his pale white cheeks! Then he stopped as his eyes locked on Patrick Harrison III who was standing there with a steel chair! ::
:: Grady had no weapon in his hand at the moment, but he quickly held up his hand as he turned around and disappeared behind the curtain once more! ::
:: A few moments later, Reedus would come back through the curtain, this time pushing a shopping cart filled with various weapons in them as the crowd cheered! ::
"...What the shit?"
Well, he hadn't taken that into account.
:: Grady would take out a kendo stick and held it in one hand as he pushed the shopping cart down the rampway with the other hand! ::
:: He reached the end of the ramp and stood there, waiting for Harrison to make the first move! :: *

" The New Jersey Nightmare " Patrick Harrison III Def. " The Irish Superstar " Grady Reedus via Pinfall after nailing him with The New Jersey Death Wish on the concrete!
As 'Bring Tha Noize" reprised, Patrick had rolled over onto his back-breathing heavily as he stared off at the ceiling. He should've felt good, victorious even after he had secured his contract. However, he was too beat to Hell to even humor the thought. Rising with the help of the ref, he only managed a dazed smirk before he was led backstage.*
:: Reedus wasn't so lucky to walk away on his own... EMTS would be shown attending to him. He would be loaded on a stretcher and led backstage! :: *

RA> THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! AND IS FOR THE WORLD X-WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
RA> MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> THE CHALLENGER!
RA> " THE ATOMIC REDHEAD! "
RA> RACHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ELLSWORTHHHHHHHHHHH!
•••• someone call the [ ambulance ]...
there's gonna be an ACCIDENT.
The chorus of Infra-Red by Placebo hits the sound system with a vengeance as the overhead lights dim, orange and red lights washing over the arena. The crowd cheers for the young woman that is about to emerge-- and she doesn't keep them waiting long. Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet as she looks out over the crowd. To say that her expression is serious wouldn't be entirely wrong, really, since that usual eerie little grin of hers is nowhere to be seen. If anything? She looks focused, ready to take this match as seriously as she's gonna need to. She knows full well Daniel Bryan is no slouch... and she's got to be ready to take the fight to him.
Making her way down the ramp, there's only a few idle slaps of the hand against the fans'-- she can't afford to not be anything but focused tonight, a rare instance where she knows full well what's at stake. Considering how going completely off the deep end as per usual cost her Money In The Bank, she's not keen to repeat that mistake... and so she's sliding into the ring, getting to her feet and heading over to her corner to await the arrival of her opponent.*

RA> AND HER OPPONENT!
RA> HE IS THE CURRENT AND DEFENDING WORLD X-WEIGHT CHAMPION!
RA> " THE AMERICAN DRAGON! "
RA> DANIELLLLLLLLLLLLLL BRYANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
The sound of that guitar extending that very first note would blast through the PA Systems. The fans started to cheer and get up to their feet! That electric guitar started to shred those notes of Flight of the Valkyrie. Parting from the curtains right now would be The American Dragon, currently he stood at the top of the ramp with that dark red and white leather biker jacket, unzipped and opened. That X-Weight title belt around his wasit as he just looked out towards the ring towards Rachel. He smirked some to himself, this goes against EVERYTHING he was ever taught, but alas, he had to face her for the title. In truth, he was happy that if he lost, it would be to her and not to the likes of..oh..Chris Sabin! Either way, those arms would point up into the air, the crowd together cheering with him.
YES!
YES!
YES!
YES!
::Wave of crowd signs:: YES! YES! YES!
He turned his body, arms shooting up into the air with every Yes that was let out by him. Currently down the ramp, he slapped the hands of fans who were around right now. As he looked up towards the ring towards Rach once more, sliding into the ring, he went to the closest corner. Currently he unhooked the title from his wasit, and he held it up into the air, still hearing those chants being screamed at him. He dropped down to the canvas and turned around, removing the jacket from him, he ended up handing the title off towards the Ref. Todays attire? White and dark red trunks, with matching kickpads, ofcourse that Dragon design along the trunks, and the words YES right on each shin of those kickpads. *

" The American Dragon " Daniel Bryan Def. " The Atomic Redhead " Rachel Ellsworth via Submission after making her tap out to The Cattle Mutilation to retain his World X-Weight Championship!
Currently as the bell rang he ended up letting go of the hold. Shaking his head he laid right beside her for a moment. As he saw the ref hand him the title, he would shake his head. Currently he would rise up to his feet as he took the title.
Collapsing once the hold has been released, the Atomic Redhead's sides heave before she's lashing out with her good arm--not to punch anyone, but to punch the mat.
He looked down towards Rach, and he helped her up once more. Not to attack her or anything, but she put on a better match than most of his past matches..cept Ultimo. Either way, he smiled towards her.
"Don't beat yourself up. Im sure you will get another shot at the title. But lets face it..Everybody taps."
Hm..SHIRT IDEA! DUN DUN DUN..Wait..no..it was already done..aww. Either way, he pulled her arm up into the air slowly showing off sportsmanship.
DBry dropped out of the ring, currently he held up that title into the air as the cameras went to a promo..or..a commercial! *
So close... she'd been so close, but she couldn't close the deal. There's a moment where Daniel might think she's gonna clobber him one when he goes to help her up, but she refrains, letting him help her to her feet. His words are met with a half-hearted smile, the Atomic Redhead pulls him in by that hand he's got on her own. "...next time, D-Bry? You're tappin' out." And with that? She's letting him raise her arm, not pulling away-- if anything, she's swallowing her disappointment and pointing at the man that managed to best her.*

RA> THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE MAIN EVENT OF LIGHTS OUT!
RA> AND IT IS FOR THE IWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
RA> MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST!
RA> THE CHALLENGER!
RA> REPRESENTING THE DYNASTY!
RA> " THE CHOSEN ONE! "
RA> CHARLESSSSSSSSSSSSS CRAVENNNNNNNNNNNN!
Indestructible...
Determination that is incorruptible...
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
With the sounds of Disturbed's Indestructible, stepping through the parted curtains was none other then the Challenger to the World Heavyweight Championship, The Chosen One Charles Craven!
The crowd, reemed in a flury of boos as he made his way down the rampway slowly. Taking everything in, knowing this was his moment. He wanted to get everything out of it. Charles continued on down the rampway. Once reaching the bottom of the ramp, Charles stepped towards the apron and rolled in.
Charles would push himself to a stand, and go to the furthest turnbuckle. Removing his vest, he would toss it over the rope and down to the outside, turning back towards the rampway awaiting the Champ. *

RA> AND HIS OPPONENT!
RA> HE IS THE CURRENT AND DEFENDING IWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
RA> " THE NECK BREAKING BEAST! "
RA> MICHAELLLLLLLLLLLLL NORCIAAAAAAAAAAAA!
And the lights go low, leaving the arena in utter darkness as a duet of pianos and guitar filled the air. It was such a peaceful thing, somber and gentle. Lighers blazed to life, flashbulbs went off...and the volume continued to increase upon those sweet sounds before suddenly? Silence.
...
....
....
B A N G
B A N G
B A N G
With the eruption of several pyres of white pyro bursting through the steel grating that lined the stage, Veritas by Kamelot broke out into full effect-the smoke caused by the firey explosions blanketing the walk way as the Neckbreaking Beast stepped forth through the curtains. Blanketed in smoke and a heavy leather robe, sleeveless in nature, the IWA World Heavyweight Champion stalked forth-his bare feet gently carrying him forth toward the very top of the ramp way before he came to a stop.
Reaching up with gloved hands, he gently pushed that hood off of his head, allowing him to look around the arena for a few long moments before his battle scarred, battle hardened visage turned to look down toward the ring itself. There stood his latest challenge, one of two men to beat him since his return to the IWA in September. Tilting his head to the side, the champion would take a moment to roll his neck in a slow and steady circle before he was reaching into his robe and undoing the belt from around his waist-bringing that heavy golden strap to rest upon his shoulder before he was continuing down toward the ring.
Reaching the steel steps, Norcia would take another brief pause-kicking the structure with his bare feet for a moment before he was climbing upward and onto the apron. Once there, he'd wipe his feet upon the canvas before stalking toward the very center of the apron and turning to face the crowd. Taking a few moments to breathe, to take in the environment, he closed his eyes...and after carefully sliding that belt off of his shoulder? He leaned back-thrusting that title that he had called his own for nearly seven months up into the air with a deep roar!
Bathing within the flash bulbs for a few long moments, he'd rapidly move between the ropes-not even looking at Craven as he draped his title upon the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner, keeping it there as he stripped off that robe and threw it outside-leaving him in his typical gear of white board shorts and his gloves; nothing more, nothing less. Taking the belt into his hand once more, he'd move toward the center of the ring-shoving it into the ref's chest before staring down Craven-the mohawked Champion ready for war.*

"The Choosen One" Charles Craven def. "The Neckbreaking Beast" Michael Norcia (c) via pinfall after nailing him with The Craven DDT to WIN the World Heavyweight Championship.

As the bell sounded, Charles rose to a stand and was awarded the IWA World Heavyweight Title by the ref. Charles stood in the center of the ring and held the gold high!
Charles knew the hill was a tough one, but he prevailed. Charles made his way over towards the ropes. Ducking through them and dropping to the floor below. Charles made his way up the rampway. Charles raised the title up in the air once more, and continued on to the back.