The camera cuts to a dimly lit room, where only a silhouette of a person sat inside the room.
?: I bet most of you are asking "Why am I here? Why ICW of all places?"
?: This place has, in my eyes, backed up its claim to have the best competitors anywhere. Which makes it the perfect place to prove that I'm the best out of them all!
?: The best way to prove this is by winning the International Championship! A title which comes with an infinite amount of challengers all over the world! And I want to face them all!
?: I know it's been done with guys like CJ Hawk & Chris Blade, but as talented and well-known as those guys are, I, on the other hand, will do something never done before: place the International Championship in the main event of "International Championship" Wrestling each & every time!
The person finally leans in closer, revealing to have tanned Caucasian skin, black spiked faux hawk hairstyle, and dark red eyes.
Adrian: I am "The Canadian Crippler" Adrian Young. ICW, be ready to rise to new heights.
The cameras cut to a run down biker bar, where loud, metal music was blasting. Sitting at the bar was a 5'11" woman, who looks very bitter.
As the cameras approached her, she growled at the cameraman before asking. "What the fuck do you want!?" It startled the cameraman, who stuttered to explain what was going on. She looked at the camera before scoffing. "My name? Brianna Knox. The so-called 'Anti-Heroine.' Where I'm from? Wherever the hell I damn well please to be!" She took a swig as a bar fight breaks out behind them. "Yeah, I've had issues growing up." Brianna said, completely ignoring the brawl. "But I will say wrestling is something I live for, and I am genuinely happy to compete in ICW."
Brianna picked up a biker and threw him into multiple other bikers before paying the tab. "But I do have a message to all of the other women in ICW, especially the champion: I'm coming to the Battlefield. When I get there, I'm gonna break you like a fucking twig and any other woman who stands in my way until I become Women's Champion!"
Brianna hops on the motorcycle and put her helmet on before riding away as the camera fades to black.
The camera fades to an Atlanta based gym, where a 5'9" light tanned man was kickboxing a sandbag. He has grey eyes & dark brown hair. He soon kicked the sandbag away before spinning to face the camera.
"If you're looking for another typical cruiserweight that relies on nothing but flips & tricks, then you, my friend, have came to the wrong place!" He said with a smile before going towards a ring. "ICW! I am Mason Rivers aka 'The Anti-Cruiserweight' or 'Antiweight' for short! And I heard you all have some of best heavyweights around! Well the bigger they are, the harder they fall! And I will be standing over them as the next ICW Heavyweight Champion!"
Mason went back to training as the camera fades.
The camera cuts to a waterfall located somewhere in Yokohama, Japan. A 6'3" Japanese man with light tanned skin, grey eyes, & long black hair (with his right side dyed in white color) sat facing the waterfall, calmly meditating before speaking.
"Aisatsu, ICW fan, resurā. Watashi wa" ronin" Yoshida Kōjidesu. Watashi wa jibun no nōryoku o sekai ni shimesu koto o tanoshiminishiteimasu! Watashi wa saikō ni nari, chanpion ni naru koto o hokori ni omoudeshou!" ((Greetings, ICW fans and wrestlers. I am "The Ronin" Koji Yoshida. I look forward to demonstrating my abilities to the world! I will use honor to be the best and become champion!))
The camera backs away as Koji continues to stare into the waterfall.
The cameras cut to an overhead of the wealthy eschalon section of Cambridge, England. Soon, the cameras zoom in on a large mansion, specifically the roof where a giant pool & Jacuzzi was stationed. Laying poolside was a thin and muscular man with green eyes, curly ginger hair and stubble.
The cameras soon cut to the entrance of the mansion, where the man, now wearing a V necked jumpers, button up shirts and slacks, along with brown dress shoes with black laces, allowed us to enter.
"WELCOME, ICW, to my family estate! It is my pleasure to allow you to bask in the presence of your wealthiest wrestler: "The Golden Lion" William Dawkins! Remember this moment before you all go back to your lower class lives…."
The cameras soon cut to a tour of Dawkins's home, showing off expensive artwork, a collection of sports cars, a wall of trophies, and a ceiling with diamond chandeliers.
"So, I bet you're all wondering what reason I have to be here? While some of the other 99.99 percenters would claim that they just wanna compete for the fans or "take over" ICW, I have no such need for any of that. I, the 0.01 percent, am here for the two Cs: Checks & Championships!"
William checked his emerald encrusted Rolex watch before turning towards the camera. "Well, I believe this will conclude my tour. I would show you more, but ICW could only afford a look of one room: the entrance." He forced the cameraman out of the door before saying "Have no fear, ICW, for when I make my grand entrance, your lives will be a little bit better!"
William slams the door right in front of the camera's face as the screen fades to black.
The cameras cut to an overview if the city of Las Vegas. However, instead of zooming into one of the fancy hotels and fun street life, the cameras cut further into the shadier sections of Sin City. As the cameras cut through the streets, a person came FLYING out of a door, unconscious!
The cameras enter the night club and found a host of male bodies battered, bruised, and beaten to a state of unconsciousness. The cameras followed the trail towards a large booth, and found a brown skinned man calmly drinking. The man has a scar shaped like an X over his left hazel eyes, black high top dreads with red or yellow highlights at the end, and a small beard. He is also a bit slim with a 4 pack. He has a tattoo of a Jolly Roger on his left arm. The man is also He wears a red bandanna on his head, brownish cargo pants, has white sneakers, grey tank top, & a yellow Hoodie which says "K.W. = Hardcore" in white italics.
"What it do, bitches! The names K.W. Evans and I am the CORE in Hardcore! If you don't know what I'm sayin, just look at these dudes and know I won't hesitate to slap a hoe if they get outta line!" K.W. took a swig of brown liquor and took a deep breath. "My bad for yellin' but these fools laying around really tested my patient and...well y'all can see what happened."
As the cameraman sat down, K.W. took another swing of liquor and burped. "But as y'all here now, lemme tell y'all some shit: Aight so, ICW. Y'all have a ton of "Technicals" and "Show Stealers" amongst y'all. As cool as that sounds, that's also hella BORING! Now y'all Hardcore division? That's where the real shit is! Beating opponents within an inch of their lives while risking my own is the type of shit I live to do! What folks do y'all know that is WILLINGLY to do, I'll admit, STUPID shit like that!?" He looked at the camera and pointed to himself. "This insane motherfucker right here!"
As K.W. stood up, so too does the cameraman, being careful to not step on anyone. "So, let this be known to all y'all mutherfuckers: I'm coming to take the Demolition Title for myself. And I welcome….no. I DARE one of y'all so-called "extreme" bitches that got the nuts to try & stop me! But before y'all do, just know no matter how hard y'all think y'all is, none of y'all will Dare to be the Devil!"
As the cameras fade to black, it manages to catch K.W. leaving the club and walking through the streets, carelessly stepping on the guys he fought.
The cameras cut to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. More specifically, the Rocky Balboa statue on the hilltop. A beautiful, 5'9" woman stood next to the statue looking over the city.
The woman looked over the city as she rubbed her scars. Her emeralds green eyes watched while the breeze made her dirty blonde hair flow.
"My scars….they each tell a different story of my life. Abusive parents, broken home, the typical stuff you hear about in those up-and-coming success stories."
She sighed and chuckled. "I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kalinene Starr, 'The Supernova' and I'm coming to ICW real soon. Now, I could go on-and-on about my accomplishments like being Chikara Grand Champion, Campeonatos de Parajas, CZW Champion, IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion, LU Trios Champion, PWG Tag Team Champions, AAA Reina de Reinas-"
Starr stopped for a moment and facepalmed. "Sorry. I kept going on. My point is that those accomplishments helped me get here, but they won't keep me here. The only thing that will is what I will do inside that ring. Love me or hate me, I promise, with every fiber of my being, ICW will remember "The Supernova" Kailene Star!"
The cameras zoomed away as the screen suddenly exploded like a supernova before turning black
The cameras cut to a blue & green wall plain background.
Standing in front of a camera was a beautiful 5'7" woman with blue eyes & long, black flowing hair with red highlights throughout. She is wearing a short, red elegant dress that is revealing to the eyes, and carrying a purse. The woman stood with her arms on her side and smirked.
The camera zooms out and reveals a skinny, 5'11" man with brown curly hair, a bright red sports coat & pants, white button shirt, black tie & shoes, a hat saying "Madison Palmer Inc," and a large pair of circular reading glasses. He rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat.
"If you would, ICW, allow us a moment of your time to first introduce ourselves! My name is Dr. Clayton Palmer, or Doc for short!" said the man. "A very distinguished manager of 7 former world champions and a three time "Manager of the Year" by Pro Wrestling Insider, I have the knowledge to secure our wrestlers a place as the best EVER!"
The woman nodded before speaking in a soothing tone. "And I am Jade Madison! The most beautiful woman you will ever see! Also known as The Queen of Hardcore because I make sure that my men is victorious, by Any. Means. Necessary" she said with her voice sounding more sinister as she spoke.
"And we represent Madison Palmer Incorporated" Clayton said. "The two of us have been working to ensure that the talents under our management is given the opportunities to become champion, and we have each brought our most talented wrestlers to team up and dominate the ICW Tag Team Division!"
"You must be asking yourselves 'Who are these wrestlers that will become the greatest tag team in ICW?' Sorry boys, but we don't wanna ruin a great surprise~" Jade said with a wink. Clayton chuckled and continued on. "But know this, Madison Palmer Inc. always gets what the business needs, and ICW needs Madison Palmer Inc to take it to new heights unlike this place has ever seen! Get it? Got it? Good!"
Clayton tapped the cameras in assertion before walking away. Jade winked at the camera, blew a kiss, and followed behind her business partner.
The cameras cut to the forest, where Abby Torres was walking by herself. She looked at the sky and watched the full moon.
A silhouette walked stood beside Abby as they looked at the moon.
Abby: I gotta say, I'm excited that The Pack is finally in ICW! The boys needed this to get back on track. Don't you think so, Emily?
The moonlight reveals a short, 5'11 woman with a light tan, light blonde hair reaching her shoulders, & blue eyes. She is wearing a black t-shirt, red pants, black shoes, and a black and red hoodie.
Emily: Yeah….but we're not gonna just sit back and let them have ALL the fun! I still have yet to show up!
Abby: True. And my debut wasn't the best ever. I still got a lot to show everyone! B
And I know one of us will be the Women's Champion!
Emily: Oh of course! The Pack is on the hunt in ICW, so we need to pick up our weight! The hunt is own and we won't stop until our Prey. Has. Fallen!
The camera zooms into the sky as the two ladies howl into the moonlight…..
((Credit KiranTheRay for this promo))
A dark room appears on the screen as a distorted version of the already creepy Jack In The Box song plays. A scratching sound is heard in the background. Soon, as the tension builds as the song gets close to the end, muted laughter is heard.
As the end is reached, a voice is heard. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" A familiar voice asks. The camera is suddenly forced out of the camera man's hands and Samuel Dark is seen.
Samuel throws the camera onto his bed and starts laughing as the camera man starts screaming. After a couple of seconds, the camera man goes quiet as Samuel's laughter is still heard.
Samuel picks up the camera again and looks into it with his black and white eyes. "I had this friend, okay, and he loved to rough house. We would wrestle all over the place, getting more and more dangerous. One day, he says 'let me try something'. He picks up a 2x4, not noticing the nails on one side." Samuel licks his scars. "He swung at me, knocking me out. When I woke up, my mouth was cut open viciously. I looked in the mirror and...I couldn't help but laugh!" Samuel breaks out laughing. "ICW, it's been a long time coming. You have had so many issues, but in the end, the greatest issue is and always has been, always will be, death. Death brings..The Darkness. Death is coming for your entire roster. ICW...DIE!" Samuel screams before breaking the camera with his hammer.
The screen soon read "UP NEXT IS THE 2-OUT-OF-3 FALLS MATCH IN THE BEST OF 7 SERIES BETWEEN THE KINGS OF A NEW AGE & THE WAYNE BROS!"