Bloodlust 11

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Bloodlust begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 20000 person arena.

Sparks kick off, the lights flash on and off intensely, butterflies are released everywhere, Rico rises from beneath the ramp surface within them, seemingly at peace with them. Fireworks blast off everywhere in the arena, they outline the letter V behind the ramp, the letter W on the east side, the letter F on the west, and Bloodlust on the southside.

P. Lickin: I get some sort of lust when I go south….

Styles: Sigh.

The wrestling ring explodes with pyros both from the posts and inside, the words “Rico’s Runway” flicker in the ring as Rico slides into the ring on his belly. It begins to rain flowers into the ring as Rico bathes in them. Chairs rise up from under the ring, Rico takes a mic.

Rico: Wellllllllllcome to the Bloodlust edition of Rico’s Runway! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, animals and mammals!

P. Lickin: Animals and mammals?

Syles suddenly feels a drip of poop from above as a dove flies over his head.

Rico: And if you thought the decorative entrance was fabulous, lets take a listen to how Viking King likes what I did to his office for the occasion!

Suddenly we see Viking King open the door to his office. The camera goes back to Rico and we hear a loud “FUCK!” Camera goes back to Viking, whose office is completely empty. We then see Hank Paulson Jr. jump out of nowhere and say…

Hank: Nobody has your office.

Hank then shoots a Batgrapple and grapples through the roof, making a hole, suddenly…somehow…Steven Chandler falls through it and dies from landing impact. The Zombies then shrug through Viking and eat Hank. Viking gets out a gun, camera goes to Rico and we hear a loud gunshot, camera goes back to Viking and we see Tim Rage bleeding from a gunshot wound on top of Ecko and Thomas Wade corpses. With Mandigo trapped under them hiccupping.

Rico: Hehehehe. Just like I planned.

We then see Somebody getting ripped off by a Hardcore Soda machine.

Rico: Now before we begin, I have here in….

Rico reaches inside his pants….

Rico: …..a letter! From Mr. George Lopez himself!

Crowd boos….

Rico: I have not read it yet my raindrops because I want to share that moment with all of you here at Bloodlust!

Crowd cheers. Rico opens letter and reads it.

Rico: Mr. Constantino, You may have noticed that ever since that little stint you pulled on my show that the network has been running reruns every night.

(aside) Indeed I have. Hehehe.

(reading letter) I won’t lie, what you did would not only embarrass me to the point of keeping my face out of the public eye but at the same time force me into an early retirement, as I know that stint has now forever flawed my career. What can I say? I hit you with a chair…you ultimately humiliate me. Who’s to say what is the better or worse punishment?

(aside) Oh now don’t say that! After all, you’re playing a pussy in your current movie!

(reading letter) But to the point of this letter, I am assuring you that I will not ruin your next Runway. You have my word, my presence will not be near you or the arena. But don’t let that encourage your wonder as to if our little feud we have here is over, because it is far from over.

(aside) Blah blah blah. (crumbles up letter) I’ve had enough. But hey, if it’s humiliation you want Mr. Lopez, then hey, lets check out some screenshots of our recent time together, eh?

The VikingTron shows a shot of Rico in his disguise.

Rico: I must admit how sizzling those pants were despite being so baggy on the hips. Yours truly does stretch his self out for a good prank indeed.

The VikingTron shows a shot of Ozzy’s Makeover.

Rico: My my my, deLICious!

The VikingTron shows a shot of the men in Ponchos with Lopez’s face in confusion.

Rico: Oh no, wait for it, wait for it…

The VikingTron shows the men without heir ponchos with the burritos on their asses smashing Lopez’s face into them…with his tongue sticking out?

Rico: Oh my, I never noticed that before…you must be an ass man. Hehehe.

The VikingTron shows Lopez’s face in disgust all greased up with Rico on his lap holding up the applause sign smiling.

Rico: Such fun I had. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen. Yours truly has put deep thought into this Bloodlust edition of the Runway and quite frankly there was only one way to make it sparkle and awesome to not only my expectations but yours as well.

Thomas Liger: I’m too Awesome for introductions.

Rico: AHHH! How the hell did you get here?

Thomas Liger: Cisco taught me.

Rico: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Awesome One Thomas Liger!

Rico puts his coat on a hanger which looks like a human posing as a tree…

Coat Hanger: I’m just going to pose as his coat hanger until he’s done and wants it back, maybe he’ll mistake me for the coat I thinks and wear me outside for all to see and they all be like, ‘HEEEY, Rico. That’s a mighty nice coat you wearing there sugar.’ And I be blushing, they be so nice about me, I deserve it. And they know it. Of course he may pick out the coat after all, and I be stuck here standing on my feet whilst they be hurtin from standing all day, but I doubt that’ll happen. It’s my time to shine y’all. My time.

Fan in audience: Did that coat hanger say something?

Another fan in audience: Do they actually have mics on us?

Rico: Now please, PLEASE sit Mr. Liger, we have soooo much to discuss.

Thomas Liger: Sure we do…like what?

Rico: Well first off, what the hale have you been doing lately? I hope it’s not regaining memory or anything like that.

Thomas Liger: That’s Thomas HALLOWAY, not me dammit! Will any of you EVER get that?

Rico: Hehe, regardless.

Thomas Liger: Yours truly has been taking some Awesome stride into the Awesome world of his own Awesome life.

Rico: Have you been keeping up to date with the VWF ever since you left?

Thomas Liger: Oh absolutely.

Rico: And what do you think of Viking King’s recent turn of keeping VWF on top of the efed world?

Thomas Liger: …Who’s Viking King?

Crowd laughs.

Rico: Hold on….

Rico goes through a cabinet that magically appears by him with files inside it and pulls Liger’s file and reads it.

Rico: Ay, Logan Rutherford. PuhLEEEse don’t remind of him. So in other words your last record of VWF is when Logan was in charge.

Thomas Liger: Call him what you will, he’ll still be Leslie Neilson to me. You know, the Naked Gun guy, my personal idol. Got it all started for the Awesome One there. Never looked back.

Rico: What I can’t figure out is why on earth would anyone wear a suit with their hair all white. Total lack of fashion sense. Speaking of which, I’ve always liked your fashionable vision more than all others, a good mix of rainbow color with a sweaty torso and hot long curly hair. Ooh la la. However I would lose the shades, unless your eyes are…wait…is that why….

Thomas Liger: No my eyes do not spin, I AM NOT THOMAS HALLOWAY!

Rico: Reer. Hehehe. Now were you not a guest once on the….sigh…Cool Show…hosted by Beavis and Butt-head.

Thomas Liger: Yes indeed, I am sure that wasn’t as a successful as yours though I am sure.

Rico: I couldn’t agree more. What do you think of them returning to Mtv with new episodes? Personally, I think it’s just more proof of how drabby Mtv has been all these years.

Thomas Liger: I am sure they can bring life back into the channel that has been ling defunct in my opinion. You can count on that, I don’t think however it will be something that the channel can depend on for too long. You know how it is.

Rico: Music is just lame in this era. One reason is because the makers, the vocalists and the instrumentalists not only lack the talent but also the fashion sense to bring energetic life into the art they claim they make.

Breaking Benjamin: Hey! We don’t suck, we get played on the radio!

Rico: Yeah because they have no choice since new material is new material, whether it sucks or not, and you…suck.

Fallout Boy: Hey, we have a greatest hits album out!

Rico: Yeah, greatest hits…taken from critics.

Thomas Liger: Hey that rhymes.

Hulk Hogan’s Daughter: I don’t suck, I just can’t sell any albums because my potential isn’t at its peak yet. That’s what my daddy says.

Hulk Hogan: Eat your vitamins, little girl! Go on with the show, brother!

Mel Gibson: I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I'VE TREATED YOU WITH EVERY KINDNESS, EVERY CONSIDERATION. YOU REJECTED … YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY. FUCK YOU! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! BUT MY DAUGHTER IS IMPORTANT! ALL RIGHT? NOW, YOU HAVE ONE MORE CHANCE. AND I MEAN IT. NOW FUCKING GO IF YOU WANT, BUT I WILL GIVE YOU ONE MORE CHANCE. YOU MAKE ME WANNA SMOKE. YOU FUCKED MY DAY UP. YOU CARE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Mel then realizes Rico is not his wife. Suddenly Zombie Farooq starts eating Mel Gibson up.

Zombie Farroq: Hot Damn!

Mel’s Russian Ex Who Released the Tapes: I wonder what page I get discovered for being in attendance is on.

Thomas Liger: This chain of events is not Awesome.

Rico: So, Mr. Liger, is there any chance of you returning to VWF, or efedding in general?

Thomas Liger: Na, I’m finished with that.

Suddenly someone starts moonwalking across the ring.

P.Lickin: Hey is that CT?

Styles: No, that’s his handler.

P.Lickin: Get a tan, Casper!

CT’s handler moonwalks too far and falls over the ring ropes and seemingly dies.

Styles: I think he’s dead…

P. Lickin: GREAT! That means Rico might be dead too….

Rico: I must say that recently the VWF is showing great signs of staying on top. Our affiliates and allies just grow and grow and only work to our advantage. Our own superstars taking part in unique tournaments sponsored and run by E-fed Knights is great opportunities.

P. Lickin: Damn….

Styles: Have an issue? Grab a tissue.

Thomas Liger: Why is it that you don’t take them under your wing…the Knights that is, or them take you, as a go-to guy for creating the “dress code” they think should be required.

Rico: You darn skippy.

The Cat: Should he be making fun of the Knights?

Kyle Bacon: Where the fuck have you been all these years?

The Cat: Cracka ass cracka!

Kyle: I still don’t know what that means.

P. Lickin: Suddenly I get the feeling there’s a pussy around here, methinks. And it has armpit hair and a beard. And yet….it turns me on…

Styles: Hey Cat! What a surprise! This IS Bloodlust afterall!

Rico: All joking gimmicks aside, Mr. Liger. I think we should show everyone the true side of your political personality. You are after all quite an intelligent political speaker are you not?

Thomas Liger: I should add that I am not one of those “Hey, you better think this way or I’ll pull a Dick Cheny on your ass and shoot you in the head and say because I thought you were quail because I am such an old man” kind of guy.

Rico: Oh I hopes not. Hehehe. I rather have it….

Styles: Please….just stop that sentence right there, whoever the hell is writing this.

Thomas Liger: What I like to do basically is just go out and say to the public that while the control is majorly not in our hands even though we have all these elections and what not, what very little control we do have we should take advantage of and use propel it into greater control through action that will imbue great outcomes through them. It’s such a shame to see that because what we have authority over being so little, due to all the secrets, corrupt government and police brutality and what not that people will just give up if the control is so small. And I must say that it is beyond foolish to even factor in approval ratings on presidents.

Rico: Why?

Thomas Liger: When has any president of the 20th and 21st century been popular to the public? Heh? Lets face it, they never will be because of the famous “polling” systems which are stupid and also because of the electoral college involvement robbing the public of their actual impact on a presidents presence in the country. Of course they’ll have low approval ratings because the majority of the people who participate in the polling are people who are pissed the fuck off at the electoral college. Do you know the percentage of elections that, if public votes had impact on the presidential election, are when it comes to comparing public vote and electoral college vote. It is way way over half. Over half of the presidents who were president would not have been if the public vote had actually been taken into account. This is why these polls on approval ratings are always so repetitive. “The president’s approval rating is at an all time low.” That is how it is always going to read. So I try to get everyone to realize this if they don’t and again make good use of what little they have.

Audience member: Hey! I liked you better as a confused egomaniac dumbfuck!

Dick Cheny: He wants it in the face eh?

Dick Cheny readies his hunting rifle and jumps in slow motion towards Thomas Liger with his finger on the trigger. We fade to black as we hear a gun shot. We come back to see Dick Cheny down, with Beavis And Butt-Head holding a Handgun in the ring.

Beavis: Hehehehe

Butt-head: Huhuhuhuh. That was cool.

Paramedics rush to Dick Cheny, putting him on a stretcher. Mrs. Cheny rushes down to him.

Mrs. Cheny: Oh my gosh, is his gunshot wound lethal?

Paramedic: No mam….he actually had a heart attack on the way down…were rushing to the hospital now to resuscitate….the gunshot wound of course…won’t help much.

Butt-head: Huhuhuh. Were coming back to MTV. Huhuhuh.

Beavis: Yeah yeah! Hehe. With new episodes. Hehehehe.

Beavis and Butt-head play air guitar as we go to our first commercial.

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

JOEY STYLES: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to VWF BLOODLUST! We are live from Long Beach Beach, California. I am your host, Joey Styles, and this is my co-host, P. Lickin...
P. LICKIN: Ready for power, it's the man of the hour. I'm here to make her sing, at the sexy I bring. I'm the one and only and better than your honey, I am the man with the sensual plan. I am....
JOEY STYLES: P!
P. LICKIN: That's what your mom screamed ALLL last night, Joey.

(-(-( As the smoke from the opening pyro dissipated the ring announcer for the pay-per-view stepped through the ropes, making sure that his suit wasn't creased by the cables surrounding the ring. Gazing across the arena for a moment, taking in the thousands of rabid VWF fans that were cheering and waiting to see some quality contests, it was times like these that kept him doing what he was doing. Raising the microphone to his lips, he took on a deep voice and began.

“Welcome everybody to Bloodlust!”

Allowing the fans to pop for the biggest pay-per-view event of the year, the ring announcer paused for a moment and when the cheering started to subside, continued.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

On cue, the drum beats and guitar riffs of Cradle of Filth's Nocturnal Supremacy filled the loudspeakers. Gearing up in anticipation for the opening match, the fans eyes all swam towards the entrance ramp where, as the first screaming voice could be heard overlapping the music, the enigmatic Nobody emerged from the back, pausing at the entrance ramp to gaze out into the distance. His equipment tight and ready for work, Nobody makes his way down towards the ring, passing through the top and middle rope in silence. With no acknowledgment of the crowd, he turns back to face the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent for this bout.

The ring announcer, while wondering himself what was underneath that mask, quickly regained his composure and raised the microphone once again.

“First, from Parts Unknown.. Nobody!”

Joey Styles: And here we go folks with our first match of the evening and let me tell you, there is only one place that you can find talent and characters of this type and that is only here in the Viking Wrestling Federation.

P. Lickin: Yeah, but that's only because our Illustrious Leader, The Viking King, takes a liking to nutjobs like these. I mean, come on, this guy doesn't know who he is and instead of, you know, seeking help, what did he do? He decided to wrestle. Yep, that makes perfect sense.

Joey Styles: Can't blame a man for looking to make a living in the world. And even you have to admit, he's got the right build for this business.

P. Lickin: All I'm saying is, you want to give a guy with brain damage the opportunity to receive tons more. I'm just not looking for the company to get sued and then I'm out of a job. And you know what that means, Joey, don't you?

Joey Styles: … You are not living with me again. End of discussion.

Interrupting the bantering commentators was the loud scream of All That Remains with their song, This Calling, the theme music to Rellim. Almost immediately the boos begin to drench the stage as Rellim emerges with a couple of fist slaps to his chest before raising his hand with a cocky smile added for good measure. His hand still raised as if in solitary salute, Rellim walks down the aisle and up the steel steps leading to the ring. Standing on the apron, he takes a moment to relish in the negative chorus of the crowd on hand before entering the ring and standing on the second rope, raising his hand once again as if in defiance of those that were against him.

About to step out of the ring, the announcer finishes up his first duties of the night before taking a seat at ringside to get a good look at the action.

“And from Portland, Oregon... Rellim!”

Joey Styles: And here is Rellim. Both Nobody and Rellim are making their pay-per-view debuts tonight so hopefully we'll have a strong opening match from these two eager and hungry wrestlers.

P. Lickin: They better be hungry. They might be making their pay-per-view debuts tonight but they lost their debut match on Crucifiction against Zack Connors. Neither of them should want to start their career's here in the VWF 0 and 2.

Joey Styles: … Wow, I'm impressed. That was actually insightful.

P. Lickin: Yeah, I'll give you some lessons in commentary as the night goes on. Lesson number one: P. Lickin is God and when God speaks, everyone listens.

Joey Styles: And there that goes...

Suddenly, the bell rings and the first match of the night has officially begun. Nobody immediately charges in and starts peppering Rellim with rights. Rellim, on his part, does a pretty good job deflecting the blows and allowing minimal impact. Waiting for a good opportunity, Rellim takes advantage of a slowing Nobody and twists an incoming fist around, spinning Nobody so that his back was made available to his opponent. Grabbing hold of the larger man, it took much effort but Rellim succeeds in delivering a reverse suplex to Nobody, who lands awkwardly on his neck and upper back.

Rellim takes the opportunity to banter with the crowd, who oblige him by sending wave after wave of boo at him. Rellim simply smiles back at the crowd and delivers his fist salute before putting his attention back onto Nobody. Dragging Nobody back up to a standing position, the competitors tie up as Rellim pushes Nobody into the ropes and gives in an Irish whip to the otherside. No return trip however as Nobody manages to catch his foot on the bottom rope to halt himself. His plan ruined, Rellim gives a shout and charges after Nobody, who obliges by ducking while pulling down the top rope, causing Rellim to go up and over, landing his back against the edge of the canvas and to the floor. As Nobody clears his head in the ring from the suplex he had received, the referee begins the standard ten count.

Joey Styles: Good showing so far to open up Bloodlust, wouldn't you say?

P. Lickin: Didn't I say it would be a bad idea for Nobody to hit his head and what does Rellim do, he gives him a suplex on it! Seriously, does he want to lose his job?

Joey Styles: I highly doubt Rellim is thinking about anything else other than winning this contest, and the same would hold true for Nobody. In this business, wrestling comes first, personal health second. And the wrestlers are the ones who put that in place.

As the ref reached a count of six, Rellim manages to pull himself up and back into the ring. Nobody had been waiting for this however and took advantage of his downed opponent with boot after boot on the injured back of Rellim. Bringing Rellim up to a standing position, Nobody tied up with his opponent and raised him up into the air, looking to put his opponent away early with Nevermore. Rellim, however, managed to get an arm free and deliver a few punches to the top of the head of Nobody, not causing damage but enough to break the man's concentration and lower Rellim back onto the canvas. Rellim wasted no time however and delivered a swift kick to the gut of Nobody before delivering a DDT which left Nobody laid out on the mat. Going for the quick cover, Rellim and the ref drop to the mat as the sounds of the count could be heard.

“One... Two...!” A kickout by Nobody and Rellim moves into a mounted position, delivering hard blows to Nobody's temple, one after another, with Nobody barely able to protect himself. Getting his opponent's head into the nook of his arm, Rellim squeezed tight, beginning to cut of the circulation of Nobody and putting him in a potentially dangerous situation. With the ref checking to see if Nobody was looking to submit, another chorus of boos could be heard as Rellim wrenched his head once again as if in response the the fans in the arena. Another few more seconds and it would have been the end, but Nobody managed twist his body enough so that the tip of his foot graced the bottom rope, causing the referee to break the hold.

Joey Styles: A close call nearly puts Nobody away and Rellim has definitely got to feel good about his chances here.

P. Lickin: But that's the problem, Styles. Rellim is taking too many chances and not putting Nobody away for good. It may come back to bite him in the ass.

Joey Styles: Did you just make a good point?

P. Lickin: I figured you'd listen better if I added biting him in the ass. What's up, Joey? Like biting other men's asses?

Joey Styles: … Goddamn it.

At this point, Rellim had gone to the top turnbuckle. Bouncing off the ropes a couple of times, he launches himself on his prone opponent, who goes not so prone, and edges away far enough so that Rellim's body meets the canvas and nothing else. The air taken out of him, Rellim grimaces in pain and desperately tries to regain his composure while Nobody grabs hold of the ropes and brings himself to his feet. Making his way over to the fallen Rellim, Nobody puts a couple boots into the chest to prolong the recovery period before dropping a leg over the neck and upper chest of Rellim. Rising up, Nobody grabbed hold of Rellim's head and pulled him to his feet. Pushing Rellim into the ropes, Nobody gives his opponent a hard whip before following close behind. As Rellim pushed off the opposite ropes and towards the center of the ring, Nobody was there to meet him with a running clothesline, with enough force to twist the 225 pound Rellim in the air.

Joey Styles: Devastating maneuver from Nobody and it seems the tables have turned, just like you said they would P!

P. Lickin: They did? Yes! They did! That's right and why did they turn? Because P. Lickin is God and when God speaks, these things happen.

Joey Styles: Just shut up...

Nobody now on the hunt for the victory grabs hold of Rellim's head once again and brings him to his feet, only to be on the receiving end of a surprise Homicide, bringing both men to the canvas, with Nobody's face firmly planted with the maneuver. With both men down, Nobody because of the impact and Rellim trying to recover from the previous assault upon him, the referee begins the standard ten count.

Joey Styles: Pulling a rabbit out of his hat, Rellim needs to recover quickly if he's going to take advantage of the situation. Both men out on the canvas, the referee counting to ten, this match could be over right here!

P. Lickin: Okay, in all seriousness, who else thought the curtain jerking match was going to be this good?

At the count of seven both men stirred and began to rise to their feet. Able to fully stand first, Rellim delivers a couple of hard blows to the side of Nobody's temple before tying up with his opponent. Lifting him up and slamming him down to the mat, delivering a trademark powerslam, it seemed that Rellim was now preparing for his finishing move. Looking over his opponent like a predator and his prey, Rellim began shouting at the stirring Nobody, begging him to get back to his feet. As Nobody straightened once more, back towards Rellim, Rellim twisted his opponent around and delivered another swift kick to the gut. Placing Nobody's head between his knees, Rellim signaled for the Death Drop but when he attempted to pull Nobody into a vertical position, he felt a large amount of opposition. When he tried again, this time managing to lift Nobody's legs, again the force of opposition was too strong. One final time he attempted the maneuver but all he got for his trouble was a back body drop as Nobody was able to power out of the hold.

With Rellim now on the canvas, it was up to Nobody to take advantage. Grabbing hold of Rellim's head and delivering a few closed fisted blows for good measure, he brought his opponent to his feet before tying up once again. This time, it was Nobody with the offensive as he lifted Rellim into the air in a perfectly vertical position. Holding it for a few moments, letting the crowd take in the strength of the unknown warrior, Nobody finally dropped straight down with Nevermore, his name for the brainbuster he had just delivered onto Rellim. Tired from the outpouring of strength, Nobody managed to drape an arm over Rellim as the referee counted. 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner: Nobody wins

(-(-( The ring crew having finished prepping the ring after the contest between Nobody and Rellim, the ring announcer for Bloodlust once again stepped through the ring ropes and stood center. Raising the microphone to his lips, he let out his best enthusiasm and spoke.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the #1 Contendership for the Eurocontinental Championship!”

On cue the lights in the arena go dark, the crowd buzzing with anticipation for the next match in the biggest pay-per-view event of the year. The beginning electric guitar rifts of Dream Theater's In the Presence of Enemies let the crowd know who to expect coming down the ramp and indeed, the now familiar red mist could be seen slowly making its way down the aisle and encircling the ring, while the red light now set itself upon the ring itself. From the ramp itself, the sound of pyro going off could be heard as the Vikingtron flashes to life with the words Sono Kurai Shukuu emblazoned upon it, and below the light emanating from the screen revealed The Dark Master himself, Lost Soul, his face enshrouded by his hood. Walking towards the ring with a purpose, Lost Soul reveals no emotion behind that hood as he steps through the ring ropes and enters the ring. Lowering his hood, revealing his face for the first time under the red light, Lost Soul's eyes were cold, dark, and capable of sending shivers down the weak-willed.

The ring announcer wisely had moved to the far corner of the ring but still had his duties to perform after all. Raising his microphone to his lips he continued.

“First, The Dark Master... Lost Soul!”

Joey Styles: Folks, Lost Soul has only been in one match here in the VWF, but boy was it aggressive. Taking out Phoenix in such a fashion must have impressed the VWF's management, because here he is fighting for the #1 contender spot for the Eurocontinental title!”

P. Lickin: Impressive my ass. When was the last time Phoenix actually did something besides faint and job to the roster?

Joey Styles: …

P. Lickin: Exactly. So what's the reason he's in this match? My money's on voodoo. When all else fails, blame it on the voodoo.

As the red mist slowly dissipates the lights in the arena go dark once again. Flashes of white pulsating light could now be seen as the crowd started to get hot and ready to cheer for one of their favorites. The drum beats and guitar of Atreyu's Honor suddenly could be heard blasting through the arenas' sound system. Cheering in anticipation, even as the white smoke started to grace the entrance ramp, the cheering only would grow louder as Tyler Graves emerged from the back. Strolling down the ramp until he hits the ring, he finally acknowledges the crowd at ringside, gazing across the whole arena. Walking up the steel steps, he jumps over the top rope and immediately runs to the opposite ring post, raising his right arm in the air in acknowledgment of the crowd. After a few moments, he looked back at his opponent and lowered his arm, focusing now at the task at hand.

The ring announcer, glad his part in the match would soon be over, raised his microphone one final time and finished up his duties for this assignment.

“And from Malibu, California... Tyler Graves!”

Joey Styles: And here he is, Tyler Graves, looking to take an opportunity that has presented itself all the way to the bank by becoming the #1 Contender for the Eurocontinental title.

P. Lickin: So that's what happens to a loser in the VWF? So sorry you couldn't make it past the first round of the Intercontinental tourney.. here's a #1 contender's match for the Eurocontinental title instead!

Joey Styles: He might have lost at the recent Full House but Tyler Graves is no pushover and one could argue almost had that match won against Tyhoon Vance.

P. Lickin: Yeah yeah, poor Phoenix. Guy always loses but he never sniffs a title shot. I call shenanigans!

With the ring announcer now out of the ring, the bell sounds and the match is underway! Gazing at each other from across the ring, Lost Soul and Tyler Graves seem hesitant to make the first move. After a few moments, Tyler makes the commitment and charges at Lost Soul, but is rewarded to a kick to the stomach for his trouble. The wind knocked out of him, Tyler staggers back as Lost Soul takes the opportunity and begins to pound on Graves with right hands, pushing him back to a turnbuckle. Seeing the potential for a nice move here, Lost Soul whips Tyler into the opposite turnbuckle and proceeds to charge at him, looking to put Tyler away early. Graves, however, had gotten back his bearings at this point and when he saw Lost Soul charging at him, grabbed a hold of the ring ropes and lifted himself above Lost Soul, who impacted chest first into the turnbuckle. Tyler let go of the ropes and found himself with Lost Soul's back facing him. Not one to take a gift horse in the mouth, Tyler grabbed hold of Lost Soul's head and pulled him down with him to the mat with a sitout rear mat slam for his trouble.

Joey Styles: Wow, incredible move from Tyler Graves here and he seems to have completely recovered from his misstep at the beginning of this match.

P. Lickin: Smells to me like a desperate move, Styles. You should know all about desperation in men, right Styles?

Joey Styles: …

P. Lickin: Thought so.

Taking the opportunity to clear out the remaining cobwebs from his head, Graves neglected to go for the pin immediately following the slam. Shaking his head for a few moments, he turned around back to Lost Soul and raised him up off of the canvas, only to receive a thumb to the eye from the Dark Master, who then grabbed hold of Tyler and lifted him up off the canvas into a completely vertical position before almost throwing him off of him in a front suplex that to be quite honest, looked a little too dangerous. Tyler's hands immediately went to his face and chest, those two body parts feeling the most of the impact. Lost Soul wasn't going to follow Tyler's mistake however, and immediately went onto the attack once again, stomping Graves's head a couple of times, before relishing in the moment by gazing out into the crowd with his cold eyes.

Joey Styles: I've never heard of a Dark Master, but I for damn sure know that a thumb to the eye isn't a Dark Art.

P. Lickin: Oh, you know it's not a Dark Art, Styles? Got your handy-dandy Harry Potter and the Plight of the Magician's Asshole Encyclopedia by your side? Let me let you in on the real world, Little Miss Fairy. In the real world, a thumb to the eye is all that you could need to get the victory and that's all that matters.

Having taken his moment in the spotlight and relished in it, Lost Soul returns his gaze upon his fallen opponent. Grabbing hold of Tyler's hair and lifting him up slowly, a keen eyed person could almost see the hint of a sadistic smile starting to appear on Lost Soul's face. Pushing his opponent into the ring ropes, Lost Soul whipped Tyler to the opposite side and lowered his body, looking to flip Graves over and onto his back. His telegraph would not go unnoticed, however, as Tyler managed to take advantage of the situation, stopping himself before going over the back of Lost Soul. Before his opponent could react, however, Tyler grabbed hold of Lost Soul's head and twirled his entire body around to force the head of his opponent into the canvas. The maneuver took a lot out of Graves as well though, as both men now lay on the canvas as the referee for the match began to count the men out.

Joey Styles: What a move by Tyler Graves and now both men out on the canvas!

P. Lickin: What? Can't cast a Revive spell? Your mana too low? Or maybe you forgot to buy those Phoenix Down potions at the last market?

Joey Styles: … I hate you.

In the meantime, Graves had managed to move close enough to Lost Soul to drape an arm over the chest. Immediately, the ref went to his knees and started to slap his hand to the mat.

“One! Two!...”

Suddenly realizing where he was, and how close he was to losing the match, Lost Soul shifted his body to the side, lifting his shoulder off the mat and breaking the count. Both men staggered to their feet and started to trade blows with each other in the center of the ring. And then a right by Tyler gets through uncontested, and then another, and another. Finally, Tyler Graves seems to be on the delivering side of punishment in this match as he whips Lost Soul into the corner and immediately runs right after him, delivering the double impact of the turnbuckle to his opponent's back and his knee into the sternum. Not finished with Lost Soul yet, Tyler then grabbed his opponents head and ran with it to near the center of the ring where he leaped and Lost Soul had to follow, driving his head into the canvas, completing his signature move, Breakdown. Not looking to disregard his edge, Tyler immediately flipped Lost Soul over and grabbed his leg for the pin.

“One... Two... Thr...!”

Almost! But Lost Soul again gets his shoulder up, though with a considerably lesser amount of force than he did the first time. Licking his lips, as if tasting sweet victory, Tyler grabbed hold of Lost Soul and started to deliver hard rights again, pushing his opponent into the corner turnbuckle. Grabbing hold of his opponent's arm, he attempted to Lost Soul to the opposite turnbuckle only for it to be blocked by sheer force of will by Lost Soul. Again an attempt by Graves and another block by the Dark Master. Using Graves's own momentum against him, Lost Soul gave a sudden pull and Tyler was now brought into the direction of his opponent who accepted him as graciously as he could with a hard clothesline. Adrenalin now pumping through the veins of Lost Soul, realizing he might only have one shot at this, was now literally screaming for Tyler to get to his feet.

Joey Styles: Uh oh. Not looking good for Tyler here. If Lost Soul hits the Dragon Stunner, it could all be over.

P. Lickin: Good! Who names their kid Tyler anyway? It's almost as bad as “Joey.” I mean, name one important man ever in the world named Tyler.

Joey Styles: …

P. Lickin: I mean, at least with “Joey” you can claim Joey Fatone. Admit it, Styles, you had N'Sync posters in your room, probably even their albums too. Were you Tearing Up Your Heart, Joey, when N'Sync split?

Joey Styles: … Go die in a fire.

Tyler at this point had now begun to stagger to his feet, with Lost Soul now looking at his opponent like a cow waiting to be slaughtered. As soon as Graves had straightened himself, Lost Soul lost no time in twirling Tyler to face him and put the boot to the stomach. Signaling for the Dragon Stunner to the crowd, who booed in response, Lost Soul grabbed hold of Tyler's head when suddenly Tyler, in a whirl of motion, forcibly twisted Lost Soul enough that it was now Lost Soul's head in Tyler grasp, who then drove it into the mat with a fierce speed and resolve.

Joey Styles: Sudden Impact by Tyler Graves! This could be it right here! Does Tyler have the strength to go for the pin?

As if on cue, Tyler, who had expended pretty much his entire will into that impact, dragged himself over to where Lost Soul lay, rolled him over, and draped his body across the chest of his opponent. The ref counts 1...2...3... )-)-)

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

Winner: Tyler Graves wins and is the #1 Contender for the Eurocontinental Championship

LEON HAZE SEGMENT

(We cut to the backstage area, and we instantly see our focus is on the new star Leon “Purple” Hayze.)

L”P”H: Hey wait a minute, you don’t wanna smoke out with me?

(We catch a glimpse towards where Leon’s looking to, and seeing a green suited person--perhaps the Herbal Green Ranger?--entering into a locker room. When we cut back to Leon, he looks dejected. As he turns around to reach the handle to his own room, Lorie McWiggletits saunters by with an arched left eyebrow and a smirk on her face.)

McWiggletits: Well well, no smoking before a match, hmm? So what was that all about then, that’s what you say when you want to have a big smoking session right? Like in that last promo you cut with your ‘crunchy’ friends?

L”P”H: Yeah, and I meant it.

(The cameraman cuts to the crack between the floor and the bottom of the dressing room door, where we clearly see smoke drifting out. Cutting back to Lorie, her frown deepens.)

LM: And I’m supposed to believe you, when I clearly see smoke practically po…

L”P”H: Oh Lorie, when are you ever going to learn to wait for the facts, instead of…ya know what, come in and you’ll see what I’m up to.

(When Leon turns the handle and opens the door, we indeed see it’s slightly hazy in the room, though we clearly see it’s steam, rather than smoke. An old Indian man is sitting cross legged, and we see two of Leon’s friends--the black guy and one of the white guy’s--in various yoga positions.)

L”P”H: Like I said a few weeks ago, don’t assume things, cause your makin an ass of yourself. But I forgive you. Wanna join in; I’ve found hot yoga is very relaxing as of late. It’s also a good way to limber me up and stretch out my muscles before a match, and I’ve got a huge one coming up soon. Well Lorie?

LM: Uhm, no thanks…but. Well, I guess I have to say sorry for constantly doubting you.

L”P”H: No problem. I was trying to get some of my competitors to join me, even that Mark Ellington dofus, but no one would. It’s like, I don’t even have a grudge with me, even though he’s constantly degrading me because of my ‘counter culture’ ways. Ahh well. Well if you’ll excuse me, I gotta squeeze some more yoga in before the match. Can’t wait for that match, where I show everyone my skills again, which this time are going to elevate me from a rookie to a champion! Ellington, Kamikaze, Steve Ryan; I don’t give a damn who you are, your all gonna fall to the White Boy Luchadore tonight!

(-(-( The lights dim in the Arena as rolling thunder can be heard throughout the arena. "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder starts to play. The lights begin to flash dark red. A single red lightning bolt comes from the ceiling to the top of the ramp, there is Crimson Lightening standing there, looking out. Crimson struts down the ramp, giving a few ladies the number to his lockerroom as he gets in the ring and does a little dance on the turnbuckle.

JOEY STYLES: Crimson looks ready to pull off the big upset here tonight, P.

P. LICKIN: I have a feeling that won’t be the last time you say that, Joey.

JOEY STYLES: …

The fiddles of the familiar Flogging Molly song echo the arena and the fans immediately drown out the sound of the song with a chorus of boo's. As the fast paced vocals begin, the lights dim and JP McManus walks out onto the stage, holding high a Scottish flag, waving it proudly as he walks. He completely ignores the crowd reaction as he begins his walk down the ramp toward the ring. Finally, upon reaching the ring he places the flag in a holder in the turnbuckle and enters the ring. As he climbs to his feet he removes his leather waistcoat and flings it at one of the staff members sat at ringside.

JOEY STYLES: And here’s a young upstart in JP McManus, ready to prove that he can handle the pressure of performing at the VWF’s biggest stage!

P. LICKIN: I’ll tell you what Joey, this guy looks like he could be more ov—

JOEY STYLES: Shut up, P!

“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack plays as Josh Finlay steps out onto the stage. Some lights flash green, white, and orange while he walks down the ramp, entering the ring. Once in the ring he stands on one of the middle turnbuckles and raises his fists.

JOEY STYLES: Josh Finlay having some issues with JP McManus the last few weeks, how do you think that will play into night’s match P?

P. LICKIN: Finlay is going to want some revenge against his fellow Irishman.

JOEY STYLES: McManus is Scottish.

P. LICKIN: I don’t think Finlay’s gonna care, Joey. He loves to fight, you know.

JOEY STYLES: …

A whole bunch of flipping and high fiving goes on as "Mighty Morphin 'Rasslin Rangers" blares through the PA system. The Black Black Ranger does some hip break dancing moves on his way to the ring.

P. LICKIN: Finally, someone I can relate to!

JOEY STYLES: …

The bell rings, with McManus going after Finlay while Black goes to work on Lightening. McManus whips Finlay against the ropes and throws a hard right hand on the rebound, while Black hits an arm drag on Lightening. With Lightening down, Black lands a standing moonsault before going for the cover…but the ref is telling Black this is a ladder match, with no pinfalls!

JOEY STYLES: It seems Black Black has already forgotten what match he’s in, P.

P. LICKIN: It’s gonna be a long night, Joey. Hopefully we won’t see Lord Zoid again; hate to have you lose your car again!

Black argues with the ref about this “minor detail” while McManus throws Finlay out of the ring. With Finlay out of the picture, McManus picks up the fallen Lightening, whipping him against the ropes.

P. LICKIN: Cause when a problem comes along…

JOEY STYLES: …you must whip it!

McManus goes for another hard right, but Lightening ducks, landing a flying heel kick on McManus. Meanwhile, Finlay has come to and goes for a ladder…but Black flies over the top rope, taking Finlay back down the ladder on top of him! The fans are on their feet now as Black picks up the ladder, setting it up on the outside. He climbs the ladder and does a bunch of hand motions before delivering a leg drop…only for Finlay to roll out of the way in the nick of time! Black is doubled over in pain as Finlay breaks down the ladder, sliding it into the ring. He goes to set the ladder up in the middle of the ring as Lightening lands some more hard kicks on McManus. Finlay starts to climb the ladder, but Lightening notices and quickly goes to pull Finlay off the ladder.

JOEY STYLES: I would like to remind the folks at home that this match is for a title shot at any time in the future.

P. LICKIN: And what title can they go for, Joey?

JOEY STYLES: We’ll find that out on the next Crucifiction, P.

P. LICKIN: What? What kind of crackpot operation are we running here?!

JOEY STYLES: …

JOEY STYLES: Crimson Lightening looks to pull off the big upset here, P.

P. LICKIN: Ha! I knew you were gonna say that again!

JOEY STYLES: …

Meanwhile, Black is finally coming to as well as Finlay, who notices Lightening and McManus. McManus punches Lightening in the gut, doubling him over. McManus grabs him and lands a gnarly suplex off the ladder, both men crashing onto the canvas! Taking full advantage of this, Finlay slides into the ring and begins to climb the ladder, only to be stopped with a springboard dropkick from Black. McManus falls back, landing on his feet but collapsing into the corner. Black sets the ladder up and begins to climb. McManus shakes his head and staggers forward, climbing up the other side of the ladder. The two men reach the top and begin to exchange blows. Black goes for a punch, but McManus blocks it. Black pulls out his Black Power Axe, and swings it. McManus ducks quickly, jumping down from the ladder. McManus shoves the ladder forward, sending Black falling to the outside, through the Swahili Announcer's Table!

JOEY STYLES: We apologize to our Swahili fans, who are without audio currently...

P. LICKIN: Dios mio!

JOEY STYLES: Wrong language, P.

P. LICKIN: Chinga tu madres!

McManus sets the ladder back up, and climbs up, grabbing the briefcase! The bell rings.)-)-)

Winner: JP McManus wins the Money In the Bank Title shot

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

(-(-( JOEY STYLES: And now for our “Pinfall Battle Roayl for the Pan Pacific Championship!

P. LICKIN: Jaguar is my pick for this match.

JOEY STYLES: Funny P, he seems to be the only one not in the ring.

P. LICKIN: It's his brilliant strategy. He's going to surprise everybody.

A stage hand places a piece of paper in front of Joey Styles.

JOEY STYLES: Hey, P. I've just received word that Jaguar won't be able to make it tonight. It appears that he made a wrong turn at Albuquerque and is in Long Beach FLORIDA.

P LICKIN: That's why I told you that Maximillian Vandiel III is my pick to win this thing. He's a great talent.

JOEY STYLES: Bu.....

P: LICKIN: Yep, Maximillian Vandiel III. He's always been my pick. Yup. Never any question. Lets go MAX!

All Ten men are in the ring. They are circling each other. They start throwing punches and kicks. Yellow Ranger and Green Ranger are teaming up on Steve Ryan. Kamakazee hits a huge move on the three. Steve Ryan is down on the ground, Kamakazee goes for the pin. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Steve Ryan

JOEY STYLES: ….

P. Lickin: …. New champ?

JOEY STYLES: There will be a new champ.

Leon Purple Hayze and Herbal Green Ranger seem to be having an argument about what kind of herb is the best. Leon Hayze seems to take offense at what Herbal Ranger has said. He blasts Herbal with a devastating maneuver and goes for a pin. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Herbal Green Ranger

JOEY STYLES: I would of swore that would have been a great friendship.

P. LICKIN: They have so much in common.

JOEYS STYLES: Oh My GOD!

Zack Connors and Donny Blacklist have just killed Lightning Yellow Ranger as Mark Ellingsworth hits a beautiful Fishermans Suplex on him. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Lightning Yellow Ranger

JOEY STYLES: This is turning into a blood bath.

P. LICKIN: At least my pick is still in the ma.....

Maximillian Vandiel III rushes towards Kamakazee, is taken down by Donny Blacklist, Zack Connors and Phoenix. Kamikazee turns to him and kicks him square in the head. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Maximillian Vandiel III

P. LICKIN: ….atch.....

JOEY STYLES: HA!

P. LICKIN: Double U. Tee Eff? Dude, that's just not right. Good thing he wasn't my pick, and... uhm... Kamikazee is my pick. Has been from the beginning. I've high hopes for the guy and have said from day one, he will go far in this match.

JOEY STYLES: half the field is down. We are left with five men, and with the champ out, we are guaranteed a new champion! Kamikazee, Donny Blacklist, "Marvelous" Mark Ellingsworth, Zack Connors, Leon "Purple" Haze or Phoenix WILL walk out of here with the Pan Pacific championship.

P. LICKIN: Kamikazee all the way baby!

Kamikazee and Mark Ellingsorth are double teaming Phoenix as Donny Blacklist and Zack Cannors are double teaming Leon Haze. Haze and Phoenix turn the tables on their respective double teamers. Phoenix ducks a double clothesline attempt, causing Ellinsworth and Kamikazee to slam into each other. Meanwhile Haze blocks a punch from Connors and then slams Connors' and Blacklists heads into each other. Hazy and Phoenix are the only two standing. They turn to each other and decide to work together. Haze goes after Ellingsworth. As Phoenix goes after Donny Blacklist, Zack Connors comes up behind Phoenix and slams him to the ground. Kamikazee comes up with a huge top rope stomp to Phoenix' guts. Blacklist drops down on Phoenix and goes for the pin. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Phoenix

JOEY STYLES: Nooooo!

Leon Haze is being triple teamed by Ellingsworth, Connors and Blacklist as Kamikazee is standing back and watching. Blacklist/Ellinsworth hold Haze up as Connors motions that he is going to hit him with a HUGE Larriat. Haze ducks down though and Connors slams into Ellingsworth and Blacklist. Kamikazee jumps in and hits Haze with a huge kick.

One, Two, KICKOUT!

Leon Haze has kicked out. Ellingsworth sneaks in behind Kamikazee and goes for a Tiger Suplex, but Kamikazee flips out and kicks Ellingsworth in the back of the head. The then hits Ellingsworth with a reverse DDT. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Mark Ellingsworth

P. LICKIN: See? See?

JOEY STYLES: Sigh.

Donny Blacklist and Zack Connors get into an argument with each other. They begins pushing each other. Leon Haze sneaks in behind Zack Connors and rolls him up. One, Two, Three.

Pinned: Zack Connors

JOEY STYLES: We are down to three. WE ARE DOWN TO THREE!

P. LICKIN: My pick from the beginning, Kamikazee is still in the match. Never once did I doubt him.

The final three face off with each other. The tension in the ring is at a fever pitch as they circle each other. Blacklist makes a feint in towards Haze, but Haze backs out of his reach. Kamikazee goes in for a leg sweep on Haze, but he steps back again. Haze rushes in and tackles Blacklist. Blacklist and Haze roll around the ring throwing a few wild puches at each other as Kamikazee jumps in and its a wild three way brawl. The action spills out of the ring. They grab themselves some weapons and chairs and such start flying around. There is a cadre of referees trying to get the three men in the ring. Kamikazee slides into the ring. Blacklist and Haze continue to pummel away on each other. Finally Blacklist rolls into the ring, only to have Kamikazee run up and punt him square in the head as he's rolling in. 1...2...3..

Pinned: Donny Blacklist.

P. LICKIN: SEE!? That's my mother fucking pick!

It's down to Haze and Kamikazze. Both men now know that the match is down to them, and them only. All of the sudden, everything stops "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder hits as Crimson Lightening comes down to the ring with the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship on his shoulder. He's limping a bit from his previous match, as he begins to talk on the mic while he gets in the ring...

CRIMSON: Well well well... it seems this may be your UNlucky day ladies... cause I was sitting in the back, reveling in how awesome I am, and just shooting the shit with Dr. Jekyl, and he pointed out that in order for this to be a TRUE Bloodlust moment... it has to have Crimson Lightening beating even MORE people and winning even MORE belts. So... he convinced me that I should come out here and win that Pan Pacific belt right now, by putting my Cabo Wabo Middleweight Belt on the line. Viking already signed off on it, and now you get a two falls match for the two belts! So... the important thing is...

Leon Haze immediately schoolboys Crimson Lightening as he turns around. The ref counts 1...2...3... Leon Haze wins the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship. Crimson pops up and rolls out of the ring quickly, shocked. He stares blankly as Leon stands up, having his hand raised. He turns around and eats a superkick from Kamikaze! Kamikaze jumps to the turnbuckle, coming off and hitting the Divnity on Leon Haze! Kamikaze covers. The ref and fans count along 1....2....3.... The bell rings as Kamikaze is handed the Pan Pacific Championship! )-)-)

Winner: Kamikaze wins the Pan Pacific Championship. Leon Haze wins the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship.

DRAGON DEMONICO DEBUT SEGMENT

The screen begins to static and the noise of it over takes the showing of Bloodlust, when the screen stops with the static, a man can be seen on screen. The screen still has some static that passes over the screen, and the man appears to be sitting in a prison cell, with just a desk and a large gate preventing the man from escaping. There is another man, most likely a guard, in the background keeping watch.

After clearing his throat, the man speaks up.

Man: Hello VWF Fans! I'm coming to you from satellite since there was just no possible way I could be at Bloodlust tonight as much as I wanted to.

The man pauses for a moment, having the thousands and thousands of thoughts going throughout his head, after figuring one out that he wants to say, he finally speaks up again.

Man: Oh yeah, it would probably be smart if I introduce myself to all of you, right? Well, my name is Dragon Demonico.

Dragon Demonico: For the past 3 years I've been a wrestler in plenty of federations, and I think it's about time I get to the top companies in this whole business, which has brought me over to VWF!

Demonico pauses, just imagining the crowd cheering for his comment in his head.

Dragon Demonico: But like I said, I'm currently doing my time in the Experts Tournament, and since I was fortunate enough to make it to the second round, I haven't got the time to be at Bloodlust. But I look forward to being at the next Crucifiction, where I will make my VWF Debut!

Dragon Demonico: No matter who I will be facing, I'm sure it will be a great match, and I can't wait to start making my impact in VWF. And for whoever thinks this is a joke, oh no, it isn't. I will love to prove it to you at Crucifiction, and nobody will get in my way!

With that, the static overtakes the screen again.

(-(-( The lights go out and are replaced with green and white flashing strobe lights as the opening riff of "Crawling in the Dark" blares over the sound system, while the crowd immediately starts to boo at a volume which threatens to drown everything else out.

I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing

Stepping from behind the curtain emerges Dash St. John, clad in an casual business suit and sporting a less than genuine smile. He surveys the jeering crowd before stepping to the side, clearing the way for his client. As Scott DiBiase walks through the curtain with the Britannia Heavyweight championship belt secured around his waist and the Eurocontinental championship belt slung over his right shoulder, a green dollar sign-shaped spotlight washes over him.

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by Dash St. John... hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... he is the reigning Britannia Heavyweight champion... Scott DiBiase!

With a cocky smile, but disdain in his eyes, Scott slowly makes his way to the ring with Dash St. John flanking him.

Help me carry on
Assure me it's ok to use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness
Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?

Approaching the ringside area, a particularly animated fan lets Scott know exactly what he thinks of him, but Scott simply rubs his thumb against his index and middle fingers in the classic money taunt, while mouthing "money is everything," which only serves to irritate the fans even more.

Scott climbs up the ring steps and steps through the top and middle ropes to enter the ring.

So when and how will I know?

Climbing the turnbuckle facing the camera, Scott folds the straps of the Eurocontinental championship belt and holds it up to massive boos from the fans.

How much further do I have to go?
How much longer until I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
In front of me

Stepping down from the turnbuckle, Scott hands the belt to Dash and brings attention to the Britannia Heavyweight championship around his waist, which incites a shower of boos from the fans.

The song comes to and end and the lights come back up while Scott nonchalantly leans back in his corner.

With the VikingTron at pure static, suddenly all the themes Caretaker ever had plays all at the same time….

Wore it out Make his fight on the hill in the early day Face the thing that should not be I’m out of place now Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Drain you of your sanity Messenger of fear in sight Dark deception kills the light Time marches on Fearless wretch Hunter of the shadows is rising….

P. Lickin: Worst song of all time.

Ring Announcer: Thomas Halloway……The Caretaker.

Thomas Halloway walks down the ramp, his clothes are all torn and shredded.

Rico: That poor coat.

P. Lickin and Styles: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thomas jumps onto the outside of the ring and climbs over the ropes. He throws off his shredded coat….

Rico: I can fix it! Let me at it! (Runs off and grabs coat)

P. Lickin and Styles: YAYYY!

Thomas then rips open his short, revealing a scar of Caretaker’s cross burned into his chest.

Styles: What the hell….?

The Cat: Cracka!

P. Lickin: Peanut Butter.

Halloway leaves his ripped apart shirt on like a vest. His eyes seem very keen, and it’s not because the pupils spin either.

The bell rings and the two walk in circles until they finally lock up. Scott puts Halloway in a headlock, Halloway throws him off and delivers a Fist from Jupiter, Scott is down and his mouth is bleeding already.

Styles: Holy Fucking Shit!

Scott rubs his jaw and they both stare at each other, with Halloway giving him an evil look but lays off so he can get up. Scott gets up after spitting out a little blood a couple times and they lock up, Scott throws Halloway off into the ref who falls. With quick sleight of hand Scott slips on a pair of brass knuckles and returns the favor to Halloway by ramming his fist into Halloway’s jaw. Halloway goes down and is bleeding from the mouth as well.

P. Lickin: How romantic.

Halloway has a light smile on his face, spits out some blood and rises. The ref gets back up. Scoot throws brass knuckles off into the crowd. Scott and Halloway lock hands, both seem to struggle for domination until Scott kick Halloway in the mid-section. He goes against the ropes, but Halloway clotheslines him down. Scott trips him immediately after hitting the mat. Both roll back up and lock up. Scott gains control and performs and Angle slam type move and goes for the pin. Halloway kicks out after 1. Halloway back rolls up blocks a coming right strike and beings twisting the hell out of Scott’s right arm. A small laugh is heard out of Halloway and he says something to Scott.

Thomas: I wonder…if I got the strength anymore to do this move….

Halloway rams his right fist into Scott’s stomach and very slowly, barely able to…lifts him into the air through it…seemingly performing the Cremator move he performed as Caretaker. Halloway miraculously lifts Scott high into the air with his fist and lets him drop, showing signs of early fatigue from the move but is obviously satisfied that was able to still pull the move off.

Halloway helps Scott up and shoves him with his elbow twice and then grapples him, Scott reverses the grapple, Halloway dodges a right from Scott and grabs his neck and begins to choke him badly.

Halloway holds Scott in his chokehold as he struggles to escape and find breath for a few minutes until he grabs a hold of Halloway back leg and trips him with his arm. Immediately Scott grabs Halloway’s legs and puts him in a Figure 4 leglock.

Halloway speaks with each cry of pain he screeches.

Thomas: What is it….you think this’ll accompolish? That…beating me…ahhh….by making me…tap out…ahhh…will somehow….justify you? Ahhhh….did you not understand me before….ahhhh….

Halloway then pulls Scott to his face.

Thomas: I…..don’t…want…that….belt.

Halloway wraps his arms around Scott’s neck and pulls hard on it, eventually forcing Scott to release the Figure 4 hold. Halloway has Scott in a Fireman’s carry position and delivers a Death Valley Driver.

The ref assumes a pin count position, which…apparently pisses off Halloway as he begins to stalk the ref and eventually grabs him by the neck and delivers Caretaker’s Gravedigger chokeslam, although even on a ref as small and puny as this one, it is nowhere near as powerful as it was in Halloway’s Caretaker days, but enough to keep the ref out for the time being. However, there is DiBiase with a chain and he wraps it around Halloway’s neck.

Halloway sees a turnbuckle and attempts to smash DiBiase into, however Scott athletically jumps over and nearly lands on the mat outside, but he hangs onto the chain and uses the tug to continue to choke Halloway to death without Halloway being able to reach him.

Scott sees the ref is about to get back up…he has no choice but to release as he makes his way to the ref and delivers a blow to keep him out. Halloway is still trying to catch his breath in the ring.

Scott: Hey, guess what…I don’t care about it either right now.

That puts a big smile on Halloway’s face.

The crowd starts to chant “Street Fight.”

Suddenly the Viking King appears on the VikingTron.

Viking: Well aren’t you two just cute? Heh? Fine. Have it your way. This match is now officially a street fight! Oh and…be sure to tell the ref when he wakes up…

Halloway exits the ring and him and Scott being to exchange blows. Halloway shoves Scott towards the entrance ramp. Halloway walks toward him as he down, but Scott kicks Halloway further up the ramp from the ground. Scott runs towards one of the PA speakers that stands on a stand and throws it off and takes the stand and waits fro Halloway to get up and swings the stand right into his face. Seeing the ref is still out cold, he sees he can’t go for a pin, therefore, he grabs a chair and stalks his prey. As soon as Halloway gets his head up, Scott swings the chair, but Halloway somehow catches the chair and snatches it, he then throws at Scott’s face and delivers another Fist from Jupiter into the chair and which also hits Scott’s face, knocking him down immediately. Halloway then see the ref is still out cold, so he then begins to drag the stunned Scott through backstage, he occasionally delivers a right or a left when it seems Scott is trying to escape.

Styles: Where is he dragging him to?

Halloway drags Scott outside the arena, into the street where there are cars driving….obviously.

Styles: What the hell? They’re gonna fight between oncoming cars!?

P.Lickin: Dude….this entertaining match is making me hot….

The Cat: Cracka!

An old Chevy truck begins making its way towards the stunned Scott who immediately does a back jump and dodges it and begins hacking away at Halloway who fights back as well. Halloway delivers a right and avoids getting hit by a KIA. Roundhouse kick from Scott, who has a bruise developing from that last chair shot. Scott then tackles Halloway down to the pavement, a Ford truck starts making its way…but dies before it gets to them.

Styles: Found On Road Dead. Hahahaha!

The Cat: Ford sucks Cracka!

P. Lickin: Shut up! There will come a day!

The two just keep going, the pendulum swings back and forth over who is dominating the fight. Halloway kicks Scott off him and gets up, pulls Scott to the Ford Truck by his hair and throws him into the truck. He opens the door and shoves Scott into the seat and shoves the door closed but Scott miraculously gets his head out of the truck in time and somehow gets the engine hood open and shoves Halloway’s head into it and slams it shut on Halloway. Halloway falls to the pavement from the impact, motionless. Scott throws him back into the middle of the street, where a semi with a large gas tank begins to start coming towards him. But he doesn’t get out of the way in time, but when the semi drives by…Halloway’s gone.

Scott looks around, confused…until suddenly something hard hits him from behind his spine…it’s a manhole cover. We then see Halloway cowering under a manhole that was right under him as the truck came towards him and he hid under it.

Halloway pulls Scott off the street and back into the arena…the camer for some reason decides to go back to the street…where we see a pile-up of cars consisting of a Chevy truck, a Kia and a semi truck with a large gas tank….which is about to explode seemingly.

Back to the entrance ramp. Halloway drops Scott and begins going towards the ring. The ref is back on his feet now. Halloway reaches under the ring and pulls out a table and sets it up. He then grabs the chain Scott had earlier and walks towards Scott on the ramp who is still in pain from his spine. Halloway pulls him up but Scott somehow got a sledgehammer while Halloway was gone and rams it into Halloway’s torso and then performs a piledriver on the ramp. He goes for a pin, Halloway kicks out after 2.

Scott picks up the chain and wraps it around Halloway’s neck and locks in the Cobra Clutch as well.

Styles: I bet that chain doubles the pain.

P. Lickin: That rhymes.

Scott keeps a tight hold on Halloway as they both move a lot, one trying to escape hold the other keeping hold. After a while Scott releases and bangs Halloway’s head against the barricade and delivers a knee. Scott goes for another, but Halloway blocks and spins Scott around and then grabs him by the neck and delivers a chokeslam through the table he setup earlier. Halloway goes for the pin but Scott kicks out just about at 3. Halloway begins to shout “Get up!” at Scott. Halloway exits the ring and grabs the Britannia Heavyweight belt and reenters the ring.

Thomas: How about one last look Scotty….

Halloway rams the title into Scott’s head, busting him open. He uses the ropes to help him up as Halloway elbows him back down. Scott then eventually composes himself and grabs Halloway by the ankle, Hallway falls and Scott holds onto his ankle and locks on the ankle lock.

Styles: Oh come on…say Angle lock!

P. Lickin: How does one lock an angle? Idiot.

Scott eventually learns that Halloway, like him, will not tap out regardless of pain and releases the lock. Scott exits the ring and begins stripping the announcer’s table.

Styles: I guess we should move, eh?

P. Lickin: Oh yeah…we sit here. Doy.

The Cat: I sit over here crackas!

Halloway gets to his feet but struggles to walk on his worked on ankle. Scott enters and fireman carries Halloway and Death Valley drives him to the outside of the ring where Scott also placed the ring steps. Scott exits the ring and goes towards Halloway and places him on the stripped announcers table. He then goes into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle sawn dives onto Halloway and the table callapses. Although he is somewhat stunned himself Scott goes for the pin. 1……2…..3…..(Uno….dos….tres….if you’re Cisco KID’s pic base.)

Scott lets out a big sigh of relief that the match is finally over and stuggles to his feet and enters the ring to do some strutting. He begins to look for the belt but can’t find it….

Thomas: Looking for this…..? As I’ve said…I don’t care about it. And I had no interest in defeating you tonight, Scott. However….

Halloway enters the ring.

Thomas: When I said that my name would spell Anarchy….I wasn’t joking Scott. Anarchy has come for this fed, this fed is doomed and you and everybody on the roster and everybody in this arena, all who have the ability to bear an eye to witness it…are going to be plunged into Armageddon along with it.

The crowd begins to boo Halloway.

Thomas: This…shall officially begin the road to VWF’s true oblivion….you losing what you fought so hard to defend….

We see the Britannia Heavyweight title starting to melt quickly into liquid, the strap burning to bits. Halloway exits the ring with a smirk on his face, booed loudly from the audience, Scott left with a confused look on his face.

Styles: What does he mean that VWF is doomed?

P. Lickin: Is Fugitive coming back? )-)-)

Winner: Scott DiBiase retains the Britannia Heavyweight Championship

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

(-(-( JOEY STYLES: P, you know what it's time for?

P. LICKIN: Some sort of fighting contest, I'm guessing?

JOEY STYLES: That's almost completely accurate!

The spotlights move all around the crowd as “Hate to Say I Told You So” hits. Pyros go off on the stage as a figure stands with his back turned to the crowd, arms outstretched. As he turns around, Jose Ramon pumps a fist and gestures to himself with the double thumb before making his way down the ring.

RING ANNOUNCER: The following is a triple threat Falls Count Anywhere Elimination Match for the United States Championship. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 195lbs... he is the United States Champion, Jose Ramon!

The fans cheer as Ramon enters the ring via rolling under the bottom rope. As he stands up, his music dies down and he begins to prepare for his match.

P. LICKIN: Look at the little scamp!

JOEY STYLES: That's Jose Ramon!

P. LICKIN: So?

JOEY STYLES: Don't try to be too jealous!

"Goin' Out West" by Tom Waits hits the soundsystem and the crowd continue to cheer. From behind the Bloodlust curtain steps Dave Payne and he walks down the ramp with his arms held aloft. With his eyes fixated on Jose Ramon and the United States championship belt around his waist. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and immediately approaches Ramon.

JOEY STYLES: This might kick off here!

RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, from Death Valley, California... weighing in at 247lbs... Dave Payne!

JOEY STYLES: Two natives of California here...

P. LICKIN: Lousy beatnicks!

Fly from the inside by Shinedown plays throughout the arena as Johnny Aggression comes from behind the curtains. He makes his way down toward the ring with the fans cheering.

RING ANNOUNCER: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 234lbs... Johnny Aggression!

P. LICKIN: Another one?

JOEY STYLES: That's right, the former champion is another California native!

Aggression makes his way into the ring and the three men look each other up and down before both Ramon and Aggression run towards Payne, bombarding him with a series of boots and fists so that he backs into the corner. Jose continues the beat down by offloading a series of boots to the mid-section. Aggression meanwhile takes the opportunity to absorb the noise and atmosphere of the crowd by raising his arms and looking to the heavens.

P. LICKIN: He feels it, brother!

JOEY STYLES: I'm surprised to see Aggression and Ramon working together, but maybe it's some cunning plan from Johnny to take advantage of Jose.

P. LICKIN: Well, if you put it that way, I'm intrigued!

With Aggression soaking up the applause, Jose lifts Payne and whips him into the opposite corner in which Johnny is standing. Without realising till the last second that Payne is running towards him, he simply gets taken down by a big clothesline. Payne then quickly turns around to see Ramon running at him, but he locks in a belly to belly and throws the considerably smaller Jose Ramon across the ring and out onto the outside. Aggression sees this and rolls out the ring quickly to begin laying into Payne. With the referee and Ramon soon joining them, it doesn't take long for the fight to move up the ramp, with each 3 of the wrestlers taking turns in hitting eachother over the backs.

P. LICKIN: I can't see them anymore Joey!

JOEY STYLES: They're coming up the ramp!

As soon as they get to the top of the ramp, Ramon appears to have the upperhand by kicking the back of the legs of both the larger men. With his arms raised to the audience, he takes a step back before running at the kneeling Johnny Aggression and hitting a Shining Wizard.

JOEY STYLES: SHINING WIZAAAAAARD!!

He quickly steps up and runs at Payne, attempting the exact same move, but Payne sees it coming and manages to intercept the move by lifting Aggression high in the air and planting him onto the steel walkway with a Spinebuster. As Aggression writhes in pain and rolls out of the way, Payne turns his attention to Ramon, who attempts an Irish Whip on Payne into the steel baracade, but it is reversed the other way by Payne who whips Ramon into the baracade. He goes for a leaping forearm smash on Ramon, but Jose ducks so Payne instead gets a mouth full of steel.

P. LICKIN: I wonder what steel tastes like!

JOEY STYLES: Blood, I'm guessing.

They continue to brawl around the outside edge of the steps as Ramon and Payne continually beat down on each other. With Aggression on a raised platform, he runs at both of the battling superstars on the outside and takes them doing with a flying shoulder barge. The crowd pop as he immediately gets to his feet and runs over to the hurt Dave Payne to attempt a pin.

1... 2...

Payne kicks out and he immediately rolls over to Ramon and hooks the leg.

1... 2...

JOEY STYLES: Johnny Aggression is having no luck here!

P. LICKIN: What a cheap attempt to score elimination.

JOEY STYLES: Whatever has to be done P, you know that!

In frustration, Payne pulls the smaller Jose Ramon up and hauls him up onto his shoulders. He walks around onto the stage and over to the edge with Ramon still on his shoulders.

P. LICKIN: Caveman carry.

JOEY STYLES: I think you’ll find that’s a firemans carry.

P. LICKIN: Debatable.

What Payne hasn’t noticed is the body of Johnny Aggression standing to the side. As he turns and sees this, he has little time to react as Aggression simply boots Payne, with Ramon still on his shoulders, off the stage.

JOEY STYLES: OH MY GODDDD!

P. LICKIN: Can you believe it? I think they’re broken SMACK DAB in half!

Aggression follows up with a flying elbow off the stage onto Payne and then follows up by hooking the leg. 1... 2... 3!!!

RING ANNOUNCER: Dave Payne has been eliminated!

He quickly rolls over onto Jose Ramon and attempts hooking his leg too.

1... 2...

JOEY STYLES: Kick out! The United States champion has somehow managed to kick out!

P. LICKIN: But Dave Payne didn’t! He has been eliminated!

With a look of sheer desperation in his eyes, Aggression pulls Ramon to his feet. Stunned and groggy, Ramon falls around on his feet for a few seconds before blasting Aggression with a massive superkick. With the last amount of energy he has, he covers him.

JOEY STYLES: This has to be it!

P. LICKIN: Ramon to retain!

1... 2...

JOEY STYLES: HE KICKED OUT! OH MY GOD!

P. LICKIN: OH EM GEE!

Both men stumble back to their feet. Aggression stumbles back onto the steps, towards the ring and Ramon follows quickly behind him. Ramon charges with a flying knee to the back of Aggression’s head and the momentum causes Aggression to roll back into the ring. Jose quickly follows him back under the bottom rope and is just about to capitalise on this by going for a pin, but Johnny kicks out before even a one. Both now standing, Jose runs at Johnny, going for a Hurracarama, but Aggression pushes him back into another run up.

JOEY STYLES: THE SNAP SHOT!

Like a shot of lightning, Aggression’s Snap Shot comes out of nowhere, completely knocking Jose Ramon out. With that, he covers him, hooking the leg. 1....2....3.... Aggression rolls off and raises his arms in victory whilst still knelt on the mat.

RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner, and NEWWWW United States Champion... JOHNNY AGGRESSION! )-)-)

Winner: Johnny Aggression wins the United States Championship

STEPHEN SAINT DEBUT SEGMENT

A man dressed in a mask and cape is standing in the ring, looking up at the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent.

"Still D.R.E." by Dr. Dre plays over the loud speaker. Stephan Saint walks out from behind the curtain both hands in the air jumping to each side of the entrance ramp trying to pump up the crowd. He walks down the ramp with a hop in his step. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to a turnbuckle and jumps up on it and raises his hand in the air.

The referee stands between the two men and then motions to rind the bell.

Stephan Saint starts out immediately charging after the caped man and delivers a thunderous clothesline. The caped man falls quickly to his back. Saint grabs the man by the back of the head and picks him up and throws him into the turnbuckle. He begins a flurry of right and left handed punches to the head and torso of the caped man. Saint pulls back his right hand real far and then delivers a haymaker to the caped man. The caped man falls to the ground and Saint starts working the crowd a bit.

After motions to the crowd for awhile Saint walks back over to the caped man and lifts him to his feet, Saint sets him up for a suplex, then he hooks the caped mans leg, lifts him, and drops a vicious fisherman's suplex! The caped man seems to be completely out now. Saint lifts his arms in jubilation again.

Saint walks over to the caped man and lifts him to his feet again, he throws him over his shoulders for a firemans carry, swings his feet from around his shoulder and drives the caped mans body to the ground in a vicious Triple S (Stephan Saint's Sidewinder). The caped man is laying motionless now and Saint mercifully walks over to the man and flips him onto his back and covers him a bit aggressively for the fact that the caped man is completely knocked out. 1... 2... 3!!!

Winner via Pinfall: Stephan Saint!

Saint gets up quickly and and works the crowd real quick before exiting the ring. He walks up the entrance ramp waving to the crowd. When he gets backstage there is Kyle Bacon awaiting Stephan Saint for an interview.

Kyle Bacon: Mr. Saint, what a great debut here in VWF, anything to say to the fans?

Stephan Saint: Well, I'm just really glad to be here at the VWF. I've been looking for a place to feel welcome for a real long time, I've tried a lot of other things, but, I really feel comfortable here already. I just want to let the fans know that I really appreciate their support even though right now they have absolutely no idea who I am. And I want to promise all these fans that they will be having something to cheer about for a good long time, because I, Stephan Saint, plan on taking this place by storm and I'm really excited to bring the fans along with me at each step!

The fans can be heard screaming in the background.

Kyle Bacon: Mr. Saint, do you have any goals now that you're here in the VWF?

Stephan Saint: Well, guy, I'm sorry, what's your name?

Kyle Bacon: Kyle Bacon.

Stephan Saint: Bacon? Really. Well, anyways, Kyle, here's the deal. I'm really liking the looks of this place and I'm really excited for all of the opportunities that lay before me. I know that right now I'm still the new guy, so I need to prove myself to everyone around here, but I'm really excited for the opportunity to do that. I know that I try my damndest, and I know that I can wrestle like no other. So I plan on taking this all one match at a time and hopefully there will be some really good things in my future.

Kyle Bacon: You seem really humble about being here, some people are going to blame that on fear.

Stephan Saint: Oh Bacon, you've got me all wrong. I'm humble because I'm new, I'm not humble because I'm afraid. I can tell you right now, there is not a single person that scares me in the world, let alone in the VWF. I know that if I give it my all, and I know that if I'm prepared, I can go toe-to-toe with any wrestler in the business. But, I also know that there is something to be said for paying my dues. I'm not going to come out here demanding Johnny Cedrone, that just wouldn't be right. So for now, I'm just looking forward to another opponent that actually offers a challenge as the little caped man out there wasn't really anything I had to worry about in the slightest.

Kyle Bacon: Thanks Mr. Saint, any last words?

Stephan Saint: Just for all of VWF, the fans, the staff, and the roster. Don't take me lightly, I'm here to wrestle and I'm here to win...You will all soon realize that point A gets me to point B real quick.

With this Saint walks away from Kyle Bacon and out of view of the camera.

(-(-( JOEY STYLES: Here we go, it’s a feud that’s been boiling over for the best part of the year. It’s the Elite Playaz going up against the Perfect Alliance for Scott DiBiase’s recently stolen...ahem...I mean recently won Eurocontinental Championship.

ANNOUNCER: Making their way down to the ring weighing in at a combined weight of 555lbs, “The Crippler” Steve Ryan, “All That” Lee Ryan, the Elite Playaz!

[The house lights slowly begin to dim causing the fans to simmer down, whispering in hushed confusion. Blue and gold lights begin to flicker throughout the arena, bathing the crowd in an ever-changing cacophony of colours. As the excitement begins to intensify “Stupify” by Disturbed explodes from the arena’s PA system. The fans go crazy as “The Crippler” Steve Ryan and “All That” Lee Ryan step out onto the stage; the brothers head to opposite sides of the stage, basking in the crowds cheers. Rejoining at the centre of the entrance ramp, they begin their approach to the ring. Making their way down, high-fiving the fans as they go, the brothers slide under the bottom rope and quickly rise to their feet. Climbing adjacent turnbuckles, the pair signal to each and let out rage filled roars as golden fireworks erupt from the corner posts, diagonally crossing each other three times]

ANNOUNCER: And their opponents, they are the VWF World Tag Team Champions, Jason Lee, Scott DiBiase, the Perfect Alliance!

[The lights once again begin to flicker around the arena as Hoobastank’s “Crawling in the Dark” blares over the PA system. Scott DiBiase and Jason Lee come out with their Tag Team Titles raised high, they put their titles on their shoulders and walk to the ring.]

JOEY STYLES: Here we are ladies and jelly spoons, with all competitors in the ring we’re now ready to get this match end way with Steve Ryan and Scott DiBiase to start things off.

[DiBiase charges Steve Ryan who ducks a massive clothesline. DiBiase bounces off the ropes, comes flying back and gets a kick to the gut for his troubles from the elder Ryan. Steve Ryan props DiBiase up and plants him with a Double Underhook Backbreaker! “The Crippler” watches DiBiase as he slowly crawls to one knee then runs to the ropes seemingly, on the rebound DiBiase catches him in a belly to belly suplex sending the larger man all the way over the top rope and to the floor!]

JOEY STYLES: Wow what a belly to belly throw from Scott DiBiase.

P. LICKIN: I'll say…He literally threw Steve Ryan out of this match.

[Scott DiBiase taunts the fans in the ring to a loud chorus of boos from the audience. Lee Ryan meanwhile rolls into the ring behind Scott. Lee runs at DiBiase from behind and hits him with a dropkick sending him into the ropes. The Britannia champion starts to bounce back towards “All That” but Jason Lee on the outside grabs his partner’s feet and pulls him out of the ring. While Lee drops down in the ring completely missing the spinning wheel kick he was going for.]

JOEY STYLES: Scott DiBiase saved by Jason Lee, the Tag Team Champions showing solidarity in the opening moments of this match.

[Scott thanks Jason but gets side tracked as Steve Ryan now comes running from behind and shoves Scott face first straight into his partner. Both men stumble against the metal corner post and fall to the floor. “The Crippler” is quick to roll back into the ring; regaining his balance. Jason Lee is able to slide into the ring with DiBiase still lying on the outside trying to clear the cob webs. Jason Lee and Steve Ryan go to lock up but Jason dropkicks Steve right in the front of his knee before the lock up taking him down. Jason Lee gets grabs hold of Steve Ryan’s legs, twisting the elder Ryan over and locking in a Boston crab. Ryan screams out in agony as he reaches for the ropes but there is none in sight as he sits in the dead centre of the ring. Lee Ryan has seen enough and bombards the ring kicking Jason Lee in the head breaking the Boston crab. The referee gets in “All That’s” face and forces him back to the apron.]

P. LICKIN: Wow that kick looked stiffer than I do when I’m with your mum Joey!

JOEY STYLES: … [Steve Ryan is in pain as he tries to crawl towards his corner to make a tag; Scott DiBiase finally rejoins climbs back on the apron on the other side as he grabs his forehead. Steve Ryan gets inches from tagging his brother when Jason Lee grabs Steve’s foot and drags him into the opposite corner where he tags DiBiase back in. DiBiase hits a scoop slam on Steve Ryan. “The Crippler” rolls over in pain as DiBiase then wrenches in a reverse chinlock. Luckily the hold is quickly broken as the elder Ryan places a foot on the ropes. Scott DiBiase continues his assault on Ryan, and hits a snap suplex, and goes for a pin…1…2…kickout]

JOEY STYLES: “The Crippler” getting a shoulder up at the last second.

[DiBiase is first up to his feet as Steve Ryan continues to crawl over to his corner and make the tag. DiBiase drags Ryan up to his feet and goes for a right hand; Steve ducks under and lifts DiBiase up then brings him down hard with a reserves atomic drop. DiBiase staggers around to face his opponent only to get his head almost blasted from his shoulders by an almighty clothesline. Both men are down; DiBiase rolls around holding his head while Steve Ryan inches over to his corner and with a last ditch attempt tags in his brother. The crowd explode as the younger Ryan jumps into the ring.]

JOEY STYLES: Steve Ryan finally making that much needed tag to his brother “All That” Lee Ryan.

P. LICKIN: I’ll be doing my own tagging after the match with your mum Styles!

JOEY STYLES: …I hate you!

[“All That” comes running across the ring dropkicking DiBiase in the back knocking him into the turnbuckle. DiBiase staggers out of the corner as Lee Ryan rolls him up for a quick cover 1.... 2... Jason Lee pulls the referee out of the ring to save his partner. The referee yells at Lee as “All That” springboards over the ropes and comes crashing down on Lee. Ryan slides back into the ring and walks right into a spine buster from Scott DiBiase! DiBiase falls on Ryan for the cover 1.... 2... KICK OUT! DiBiase gets up, pulling his opponent with. DiBiase whips Ryan towards the corner, but “All That” reverses the move and instead sends DiBiase crashing into the turnbuckle. Grabbing his opponents head and much to the delight of the crowd, Ryan proceeds to smash it into the top of the turnbuckle 1...2...3...4...5...6…7...8...9...10 times! DiBiase’s eyes are all over the place and he simply falls over. Ryan then stomps on DiBiase for good measure. Ryan grabs DiBiase by the hair pulling him up to his feet. He performs a nice snapmare takedown and then proceeds to lock in a Dragon sleeper. Ryan pulls back on DiBiase’s neck as the triple Champion vainly reaches out for the ropes. Jason Lee jumps into the ring, blasting “All That” in the head with a big boot and breaking up the hold.]

JOEY STYLES: What a save by Jason Lee!

P. LICKIN: With another stiff…

JOEY STYLES: Shut it P.!

[As the official forces Jason Lee to get back on the apron, “All That” starts to crawl towards his brother. He doesn't get far as Scott DiBiase grabs him and pulls him to his feet. DiBiase hoists Ryan up in a stalling suplex position. He stands there letting the blood rush to Lee’s head. Ryan shifts his weight up there some how and swings it down into a DDT! Both men are planted in the centre of the ring now as the referee starts a double count out. 1....2...3... no one is moving...4...5...6...7... Both men make it to their knees. “All That” dives towards his brother, DiBiase dives after him... DiBiase tackles Ryan but Ryan got the tag in the meantime! “The Crippler” Steve Ryan gets the tag and the crowd goes wild. “The Crippler” rushes in as DiBiase tries to back track towards his own corner. Ryan drops DiBiase with a vicious forearm, pins him to the mat and begins to rain down lefts and rights. DiBiase tries to cover up but to no avail. Ryan slowly climbs off of DiBiase and then roars out to the crowd who roar back. ]

P. LICKIN: “The Crippler” Steve Ryan has momentum!

[Steve walks back towards Scott DiBiase who flat out low blows him!]

JOEY STYLES: Come on now.

P. LICKIN: I don't think the ref saw it!

[Ryan falls to the mat in pain as the Eurocontinental Champion staggers back to his corner. Making the tag Jason Lee climbs into the ring. Lee walks towards Ryan now who is still treating his groin after that massive low blow. Lee pulls him only to get rocked with an almighty right hook. Ryan scoops Lee up onto his should and goes for a running powerslam]

JOEY STYLES: This is what a lot of people have been waiting for, the two strong men of their teams going toe to toe.

[Lee begins to kick his legs to try and escape from the move. Unable to keep hold of him, “The Crippler” releases the hold and Lee falls back to his feet. Ryan quickly turns around but is met with a boot to the gut. Off balance Steve Ryan briefly drops down to one knee when out of nowhere Jason Lee hits an almighty running big boot!

JOEY STYLES: Dear God, did you hear the sound of that boot connecting to Steve Ryan’s skull?

Lee goes for the cover…1…2…KICK OUT! Steve Ryan powers out of the cover pushing Jason Lee off. Climbing to his feet, Ryan is rocked by rights and lefts from his opponent; blocking one of his shots, “The Crippler” grabs Lee by the throat and hits the REBELLION SLAM out of nowhere.]

JOEY STYLES: Rebellion Slam!! Where on earth did he get the momentum to pull that off?

P. LICKIN: Victory is a powerful incentive Joey.

JOEY STYLES: That was a very profound statement P.? Have you finally learnt how to read big boy books?

P. LICKIN: Wait…did you just insult me again?

[As both Jason Lee and Steve Ryan lie on the mat, not moving, the ref begins to count them both out…1…2…3…4 neither man has yet to move…5…6…7 slowly they begin to stir and use the ropes to pull themselves up…8…9 Lee is up, shortly followed by Steve Ryan. Lee motions towards Ryan but is levelled by a monstrous clothesline; “The Crippler” begins to shake lose the cob webs as he picks up Lee only to slam him back down with a hard power slam. Ryan walks over to his corner and tags in his brother who goes straight on the attack putting the boot to Lee. Picking Lee up, Ryan whips him to the ropes, but Lee reverses the momentum and instead sends “All That” towards the turnbuckle. At the last possible moment “All That” springboards off the ropes, leaps back at Jason Lee and nails a 360 spinning DDT. Both men down the ref once again starts a double count…1…2…3 both men slowly begin to crawl over to their corners…4…5…6…7 Lee makes the tag to DiBiase. DiBiase rushes over to cut Lee Ryan off, but Ryan ducks under his opponents arms and nails him with an almighty superkick. Picking the downed triple Champion up, Lee Ryan hammers him around the head hard a few times – getting a warning from the official in response – before lifting him up and dropping him again with a vicious spinning forearm shot to the jaw. Stomping on his prone opponent, Ryan points down to a shapely blonde enjoying the show from ringside and blows her a kiss, much to the delight of the young fan. Once again picking DiBiase up, Ryan sends him into one of the turnbuckles; charging in after him. At the last moment, DiBiase jumps up using the ropes, Ryan undershoots his target and hits the corner post shoulder first hard.]

JOEY STYLES: He might’ve separated his shoulder with that impact.

[Wrapping his legs around the waist of his opponent, DiBiase rolls forward into a pinning combination 1 …2 … Lee Ryan is able to get a shoulder up in time. Not wanting to let his advantage slip the triple Champion goes back on the offensive. Taking the lead, DiBiase goes to work on his opponents arm, stomping on it a couple of times before jumping up and driving his whole body weight down onto his shoulder. Dragging Ryan over to the ropes, DiBiase lays his opponents outstretched arm over the bottom rope, then using the ropes as a makeshift springboard, leaps up and again drops his weight down on the limb. “All That” cries out in agony. Sensing blood, DiBiase climbs to the top rope, sizes up his opponent and jumps off landing a vicious elbow drop to Lee Ryan’s shoulder.]

JOEY STYLES: That has got to hurt.

P. LICKING: No, you think.

[DiBiase pulls himself back up to his feet as Ryan rolls around clutching his shoulder. Picking his opponent up, DiBiase takes hold of his injured arm and begins to twist it, wrapping Ryan up in a hammer lock. Lee cries out in pain but refuses to quit. Suddenly the “All That” charges at the ropes, dropping to his knees at the last second. Not in charge of his own momentum, DiBiase is sent tumbling between the ropes, landing hard on the outside. The referee begins his ten count. 1..2..3..4..5..6.. Ryan rolls under the ropes, breaking the count. Picking up the triple Champion, Lee Ryan pulls him over to the steel steps and begins to slam DiBiase’s head into the metal. Jason Lee rushes to save his partner but he’s taken out with a spine snapping spear from Steve Ryan.]

JOEY STYLES: Just listen to this crowd P, they’re on their feet, they can sense the match going in T.E.P’s favour.

P. LICKIN: Yeah, morons.

[Lee Ryan throws DiBiase back into the ring and quickly follows him in. Picking up the triple Champion, “All That” kicks him in the gut, sets him up and drills him down hard with the DOUBLE IMPACT!!]

JOEY STYLES: You can see it in his eyes, “All That” knows the Eurocontinental Championship is once again his for the taking.

[Steve Ryan joins his brother in the ring. Signalling for “All That” to climb the top turnbuckle, “The Crippler” picks up DiBiase. The crowd are going crazy as Steve Ryan boots the triple Champion in the gut, sets him up then lifts him up into a crucifix lift.]

JOEY STYLES: We haven’t seen this move from T.E.P. so far in the VWF, but it looks like Scott DiBiase is about get an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!!

[“All That” perches on the top rope and begins to measure up the soon to be former Eurocontinental Champion. As the fans threaten to tear the roof off the Long Beach Arena, Jason Lee jumps up onto the apron, grabs hold of Scott DiBiase’s feet and pulls him from Steve Ryan’s grasp. Quickly pulling his partner to safety, Jason Lee throws DiBiase’s arm over his shoulder and hurriedly drags him back up the entrance ramp. The official begins to count out the Tag Team Champions, 1...2...3...4]

JOEY STYLES: What are they doing, they’re gonna get themselves counted out!

P. LICKIN: I think that’s the plan Styles, can’t lose a title by count out.

[...5...6...the fans begin to bathe the entrance ramp in boos and jeers as the DiBiase and Lee continue to back track towards the stage. 7...8...Scott DiBiase arrogantly points up at Lee Ryan, then with a mocking smile gestures that the Eurocontinental Championship is still around his waist. 9...10...DING DING!!!]

JOEY STYLES: This is nothing but a crock!

P. LICKIN: Face it Styles, the Perfect Alliance have once again outsmarted the Elite Playaz.

[The crowd half heartedly cheer as the announcer proclaims the Elite Playaz winners by count out, but once again bathe the stage area in pure animosity as Scott DiBiase is announced as having retained the Eurocontinental Championship.]

JOEY STYLES: Once again the Tag Team Champions have lost to the Elite Playaz, but once again T.E.P. are leaving empty handed. It makes me feel sick to my stomach.

[The show goes to a commercial break as both teams continue to stare the other down.] )-)-)

Winner: The Elite Playaz win. Scott DiBiase retains the Eurocontinental Championship

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

(-(-( Typhoon Vance and Malk are in the ring, right in each other’s faces, and as Vance pushes Malk with more intent than to merely annoy him, Malk is starting to swing a right hand when the heavy opening guitar licks of “Zero” by Smashing Pumpkins start to rip through the arena. Their attention swings up to the entrance way as The Ego Buster’s pyros and intro are starting, and as we hear Corgan’s lyrics start with ’ My reflection…’, Dan Ryan steps onto the ramp way, with a hail of loud boos accompanying him, smiling slightly as he pats the Intercontinental championship on his right shoulder.)

P. Lickin: There’s the man himself, and looks like he’s cool and calm before he goes to bust more than ego’s in that ring.

Joey Styles: Lots of power in this ring right now P; he’s going to have to work very hard to do just that, much less to retain his Intercontinental title.

(Soon enough Dan Ryan gets to ringside, and though he’s reluctant to do so, the ref grabs the title from him a moment, and sets it at his feet a moment so he can check the champion over for weapons, having done so already with his contenders. Satisfied he has nothing illegal on him, he’s holding the IC title high over head, which gets a pop from the audience as the announcer lists the height, weight and hometowns of the three impressive stars in the ring.)

Joey Styles: Any advantage either of these men have P. Lickin, going into this triple threat match for the coveted IC title?

P. Lickin: Yeah, they don’t have much trouble getting a real number from a women. I heard some broad gave you the number 867 5309, and you actually called it Joey, ha ha ha.

Joey Styles: Wow, great 80’s analogy there P. You want some Hammer pants as a reward? Let’s get on with the match, shall we?

(The three powerhouses circle each other warily for a moment before Malk makes a quick spear attempt for the champion, which Ryan impressively turns his momentum against him by planting him with a hard DDT. Even before getting up though, Typhoon Vance actually lands a dropkick to the face, downing Ryan just as quickly. Vance is a bit slow in taking advantage though, showboating a bit before attempting an elbow to Dan’s chest, though the current champion rolls out of the way. Malk is up now, and both he and Ryan are starting to lay in some boot heels to Vance.)

Joey Styles: Nice dropkick by Vance, and quick to boot; something I wouldn’t have expected out of the big man.

P. Lickin: These guys are gonna have to pull out all the stops tonight, because it’s not like anyone’s got a big size or weight advantage over the other. Me on the other hand, my size advantage is obviously greater than yours Styles, just ask all the la….

Joey Styles: It’s not the size of the championship P Lickin, but how you defend it!

P. Lickin: That’s what all you micro-dicks say.

Joey Styles: None the less ladies and gentlemen, let’s get back to the great action in this match.

(Vance looks like he’s going to get double teamed on a lot early on, but after as Malk is applying a half-crab on the downed Typhoon Vance, Dan Ryan lays in a nice European uppercut to the back of Malk’s head, which stops the pressure on Vance’s legs immediately, and as Malk clutches the back of his head and turns around, he’s greeted by a stomp to the midsection and a quick belly to belly suplex, slamming Malk down hard to the mat. Ryan doesn’t let up though, as he grabs up Malk, gets him to his feet and sends him right outside the ring through the middle rope.)

Joey Styles: At least for now, we’re down to the Ego Buster and the Typhoon. That belly to belly definitely had to take a toll on Malk, especially considering the man landed hard on his right shoulder upon hitting the ring apron.

P. Lickin: Dan Ryan is the man, and I’m gonna go out on a limb right now and say that he retains his title here tonight at Bloodlust!

Joey Styles: Well that remains to be seen, as he and Thypoon Vance are trading vicious blows in the middle of that ring right now.

(And just as Ryan is about to land another left hand on Vance’s face, he ducks it and gets Dan Ryan into an octopus stretch, severely stretching out the champion’s right mid-section, and the pain is evident in Ryan’s face just moments into the submission. After ten or fifteen seconds into the submission, Ryan slams his head into Vance’s in desperation, and after another head butt of sorts, Vance releases the hold, staggering just a bit as Dan clutches his gut for a moment before charging into Vance with a vicious spear, which staggers the contender into the ropes. Grabbing the back of Tyhpoon’s head, he Irish whips Vance into the far ropes, and coming back, gets a text book power slam into the middle of the ring; Vance grabs at his back after a moment on the ground, looking like the slam took a lot out of him. A few boots to the chest, and one to the face sees Ryan grabbing Vance up, stunning Vance with a wicked standing lariat, and relentlessly stands Typhoon Vance up again, looking a bit worse for wear with the successive moves. After a signal to the crowd, which gets a nice wave of heat from the crowd, Ryan grabs Vance’s neck dramatically)

P. Lickin: Looks like it’s Vance who’s gonna get washed away by the elements tonight Joey!

Joey Styles: Oh wow, Typhoon Vance is set up for the Black Rain!

(As Ryan slowly lifts up Vance for the Headliner, Malk delivers a seemingly impossible mid air spear to the already hurt Vance, sending all three men tumbling to the mat, but seeing Malk up just before Ryan. Vance looks laid out, but is untouched for a moment as Malk comes out of a grapple with Ryan successfully by sending Dan hard into the opposite turnbuckle, actually dropping him to his knees for extra momentum, and Ryan’s face screws into obvious pain as he crashes to the mat, grabbing at his back.)

Joey Styles: WOW, did you see the distance Malk got with that top-rope maneuver?

P. Lickin: He just about flew across country on that one; he definitely earned some frequent flyer miles on that one!

(Typhoon Vance is slowly getting up now as Malk turns to face him, and though he goes for a hard right hand on Vance, Typhoon grabs the arm, spins him around and delivers a nice neck breaker for the man’s troubles, as Ryan is starting to come to his feet at the opposite corner. Vance quickly scopes Malk up and sends to the mat again with a suplex, landing Malk right near the turnbuckle opposite the one where Ryan is starting to stagger towards his contenders. Neither sees the champion moving towards them though, as Vance gets Malk up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Vance gets up and looks like he’s going to set up Malk for a super belly to belly suplex, but a swift dropkick sends both spiraling to the outside. Ryan is right to the outside and on Malk, who actually caught his right elbow and forearm on the stairs, and after slamming it into the turnbuckle three times, sends him into the ring via the bottom rope with it. As Ryan slides in the same way, we see Malk in obvious pain as he grabs at his arm.)

Joey Styles: What a dropkick to send both men to the outside, and already the current Intercontinental champion is on top of Ma…OOOH, nice elbow to that already injured arm of Malk, and it looks like Ryan is going to focus his attack there.

P. Lickin: Uhm, yeah no shit Styles. You gotta go with a man’s weakness in there, and right now, Malk’s masturbating arm is definite…

Joey Styles: EXCUSE ME?

P. Lickin: Yeah, your right, that was inappropriate. I mean, maybe Malk is left handed.

{We see a shot of Joey’s Styles angry face for a moment before we get back to the action. Malk is down on the mat, writhing in pain. Typhoon is stalking him, Ryan grabs him from behind and dumps him outside. Typhoon falls over the ropes and lands on his feet, then grabs Ryan by the boots, dragging him outside. Ryan grabs the bottom rope and uses it for leverage to kick Typhoon in the chest, sending him back to the crowd barrier. Dan Ryan follows out, and Typhoon hits a European uppercut. Typhoon grabs Ryan, and attempts to shoot him into the steel steps, but Ryan counters and shoots Typhoon instead. Typhoon hits them with a loud "thud" as Ryan rolls back in the ring, noticing that Malk is starting to get up. Malk turns around and walks into a kick to the midsection from Ryan, who lifts him up and hits the Humility Bomb! Ryan covers. The ref counts 1...2...3... Typhoon tries to get in the ring, but is a second too late to break it up. The bell rings and Ryan rolls outside, and grabs the Intercontinental Belt, smirking as he lifts it over his head. Typhoon Vance looks on, pissed as Dan Ryan makes the Ring Announcer put the belt on him, slapping it a couple times as he walks back up the ramp. Vance turns around as Malk pulls himself up, and Typhoon hits a clothesline in anger. Malk goes down, and Typhoon picks him up, tossing him outside. Malk crawls to the wall, but Typhoon grabs his arm and drags him over to the steel stairs, picking the top ones up. Typhoon puts Malk's arm on the top, and picks up the top stairs and brings them down hard. Malk screams in pain as a dicernable "crack" can be heard as the crowd goes "Ooooh!" Vance drops the steps as he spits towards Malk and stalks to the back as VWF Officials come out to attend to Malk....

)-)-)

Winner: Dan Ryan retains the Intercontinental Championship

THE MASKED MAN SEGMENT

The cameras cut backstage as Kyle Bacon catches up with the Masked Man, who had just emerged from an unmarked locker room.

KYLE BACON: Mr. Masked Man! If I can get a word with you, we're just moments away from you challenging Jonny Cedrone, along with "The Goddess" Alexia, for the World Heavyweight championship. The Viking King has also gone on record to decree that, regardless of whether or not you win or lose here tonight, you will be unmasked.

THE MASKED MAN: Do you see just how much of an impact I have made in the VWF? On the biggest show of the year with the World Heavyweight championship at stake, all anybody can talk about is my mask coming off tonight. They're not talking about how Jonny Cedrone is going to overcome the odds or how Sexy Lexi will finally realize her dream and become the first woman to capture the World Heavyweight championship... they're all talking about me.

KYLE BACON: That's only natural as you've run rampant over the VWF for the past year, doing everything you could to ensure Mr. Fantastic maintained his grasp on the World Heavyweight championship and made Jonny Cedrone's life a living hell. One way or another, we have been given a guarantee that tonight will be the end of your reign of terror.

THE MASKED MAN: The end? This isn't the end, little man, this isn't even the beginning of the end. This only the end of the beginning. Tonight the only thing that will come to an end is this...

He tugs at the side of his mask.

THE MASKED MAN: Tonight, the landscape of the VWF will change forever and once this mask comes off, everybody in the VWF will see the face of their next World Heavyweight champion. Trust me, little man, it's not Jonny Cedrone, it's not even Sexy Lexi and it sure as hell isn't going to be whoever wins the Money in the Bank briefcase. For the tidy sum of one million dollars, the Viking King will finally see who it is who has outsmarted Him and even He will be forced to get on His knees before the true King of the ring.

Without another word, the Masked Man walks off.

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

JONNY CEDRONE SEGMENT

**--The scene opens up in Jonny Cedrone’s locker room where we see the World Champion lacing up his boots. The fans in the arena go nuts at this sight because we know that every time they get the chance to see their hero, they take the opportunity to let him know how much they love him. To the left of him, sitting proudly up on his couch is the VWF World Championship. There’s a knock on the door--**

Cedrone: “Come in.”

**--The door is heard opening then closing and after putting the finishing adjustments to his kneepads, Cedrone looks up and sees that it’s Tony Malato that came in.--**

Cedrone: “Tony! Hey man, how ya doin’? Glad to see you made it.”

**--The two childhood friends embrace in a hug then Cedrone points down to the couch.--**

Cedrone: “Here, take a seat, I gotta do my last stretchin’ before the match anyway.”

**--Tony goes ahead and sits down where the Champ was as Cedrone gets down on the floor to do some push-ups.--**

Cedrone: “So how was the trip?”

Tony: “Actually I’ve been here for a couple days now, enjoyin’ the scenery, you know how it goes.”

Cedrone: “I wish I could say that.”

Tony: “Been busy? Oh yeah. That’s right you just got back from Siberia again didn’t you? How was it?”

Cedrone: “Cold.”

Tony: “Ha. Besides that.”

Cedrone: “Biggs and I had a helluva match. Throughout my entire stay in Siberia, I think this match is my favorite match by far.”

**--Cedrone finishes his push-ups and now starts doing his squats.--**

Tony: “Hey. I thought you’d be wearing a brace on your knee because of what the Masked Bastard did to you.”

Cedrone: “I’ve got a big enough target on my chest with that World Title around my waist and that target I can deal with. If I put a brace on my knee, I’d have a target on me that I don’t want nor do I need. Everyone and their mother knows what happened to me, that’s more than enough.”

**--Cedrone stops and just stretches out his legs and arms--**

Tony: “Jonny, I’ve got to admit that I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this focused. I’ve definitely seen you focused in the past, but this…this just seems like a different kind of focused or something.”

Cedrone: “This is my first true Title defense and I’m determined to not let it be my last. You know just as well as anybody that I worked way too hard to get to this point in my career, in my life to let everything that I’ve worked so hard for to slip through the cracks, slip through my fingers. I’m not goin’ to let that happen Tony and in order for me to NOT let it happen, I HAVE to be focused. Otherwise, I might as well just go down to the ring and just hand the Title over to the ref and let Lexi and the Bastard fight it out for the Title.”

Tony: “But that’s not you, that’s not your character.”

Cedrone: “Right. I’m gonna walk down to that ring, down to that cage and whether Lexi and the Bastard’s ready or not…we’re gonna tear down the house and we’re gonna blow the roof off this place. This match is gonna be talked about for years to come as the best match every conducted in VWF history. Two of the biggest people in this company and one Bastard, fightin’ for one common cause, it’ll be like the Clash of the Titans. Two people respect one another, the other is the dark horse, the black sheep.”

Tony: “The Bastard.”

Cedrone: “You got it.”

Tony: “Well I have to admit. I’ve looked forward to so many of your matches in the past Jonny, but this one could very well top any of the other ones.”

Cedrone: “You would think that after flyin’ back from Siberia, a full week of appearances all over the country, doin’ radio shows in virtually every big city in the United States, then flyin’ BACK to Siberia, already wrestlin’ a hellacious match today there, then flyin’ BACK to the United States, California to be exact, getting’ ready to wrestle another hellacious match…you would think that after all that I would be tired and not all that ready for this match wouldn’t you?”

Tony: “I would think so.”

Cedrone: “But I’m not. I couldn’t be more ready for this match. I’m just as amped up for this match as anybody watchin’. I truly do feel that this will be a match that will go down in history as the absolute best the VWF has ever had. 10 years worth of history, this match will go down as the absolute best! Three people will lay it all on the line out in that ring tonight. We will leave it all out there, our hearts, our blood, our tears, a piece of each one of us will remain out in the ring when we come back into the locker room.”

Tony: “Well I better get out of here and head out to the crowd. I just wanted to stop by and say good luck.”

Cedrone: “Thank you Tony. It really means a lot.”

**--The scene fades to commercial--**

(The VWF goes to commerical...)

(The VWF returns from commercial...)

(-(-( As The VWF returns, The Masked Man is already in the ring. The introduction music to "You Spin Me Around" by Dope hits the arena as Alexia’s blue, purple, and silver spot lights run over random parts of the crowd. They start going insane. Alexia’s blue, silver, and purple colored pyrotechnics shot off at the top of the ramp, leaving the usual colored smoke behind. It was from that smoke that Alexia and Cerb suddenly appeared. As soon as the smoke cleared, Alexia and Cerb were hit by three spot lights. One of each color. The rest continued to rush over the dark arena. Once the lights hit her, the crowd went ballistic with their usual mixed reaction, jeering Alexia to an insane degree.

They reached the ring and Alexia stopped at it, turned and hopped up backwards, to perch on the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. She patted the space next to her and Cerb jumped up. Then she spun and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, Cerb crawling under it right next to her. From there she climbed each turnbuckle, displayed her usual “rock on” sign with both hands. When she finished with the fourth corner, she back flipped off, landing in the center of the ring, the music cutting out suddenly at the exact same time as her landing. She handed Cerb out of the ring. Alexia paced her side of the ring, just waiting for the bell to ring.

"Broken, Beaten and Scarred" by Metallica hits, and the crowd comes to their feet as The VWF World Heavyweight Champion, Jonny Cedrone comes down the ramp. He hands the belt over to the referee as the cage is lowered and fixed into place. Alexia steps into the ring and attempts to shake hands with The Masked Man. The Masked Man smiles, then pops Alexia with a huge right hand. The Masked Man delivers a few more, then whips Alexia into the ropes. Alexia comes back and nails The Masked Man with a back elbow that sends him sprawling to the ground. Cedrone picks him up and walks him into the corner. The Maked Man pokes Cedrone in the eyes before he can land a punch. Cedrone staggers back and Alexia charges in. The Masked Man side steps the big splash, then hits Alexia in the corner. He delivers a few fists until Alexia’ legs give out on her and she falls to the bottom turnbuckle. The Masked Man, much to the dismay of the crowd uses the heel of his boot in an attempt to choke the life out of his opponent. The referee begins his five count and forces The Masked Man to release before the count is over. The Masked Man listens to the referee’s instructions, ignores them, and goes back to chocking Alexia once more. The referee gets to four, then The Masked Man releases again but not before stomping on his opponent a few times for good measure. Cedrone comes up behind, hitting The Masked Man in the head. Cedrone hits a reverse DDT on The Masked Man as Alexia holds her midsection in the corner. The Masked Man rolls over as Cedrone puts the boots to him. Cedrone picks up The Masked Man and goes for a snapmare, but The Masked Man counters by shoving Cedrone to the ropes and hitting a German suplex. The Masked Man, looking angry, puts his boot on Cedrone's throat. The ref breaks it up. The Masked Man laughs in the refs face before shoving him out of the way and charging at Alexia. At the last second, Alexia springs out of the corner and nails him with a right hand to the midsection. The Masked Man wobbles backwards as Alexia pulls herself back to a vertical base. Grabbing hold of her opponent’s neck, Alexia charges and throws The Masked Man face first into the cage.

JOEY STYLES: Dear God, that’s gonna hurt.

P. LICKING: Yeah, but his mask probably cushioned the blow.

The Masked Man nails Alexia around the back of the head with a hard right hand. Cedrone rushes and is met with a shot to the head. The Masked Man begins beating on Cedrone until Alexia jumps him from behind. The Masked Man twirls around before he leans over and rushes for the ropes to clothesline Alexia. Alexia avoids it, grabs The Masked Man 's head and pulls The Masked Man's neck against the ropes. Alexia gets off The Masked Man and gives him a DDT. Cedrone gets up; Alexia walks to him and whips him around. They stare at each other before The Masked Man begins getting up. They kick him, grab his head and connect with a double suplex, planting him on the ground

JOEY STYLES: And Cedrone and Alexia are double teaming The Masked Man.

P. LICKIN: Normally I'd pay $39.99 a month to see Alexia in a double team....

Alexia quickly begins to stomp on The Masked Man’s knee and Cedrone follows suit. Cedrone grab's The Masked Man’s legs and locks on a Boston crab. The Masked Man screams out in pain from the crab, but uses his leg strength to throw Cedrone off. As The Masked Man tries to get to his feet, Alexia quickly stomps The Masked Man on the back and locks on a headlock, leaning back as far as she can to put more pressure on his back and neck. The Masked Man again screams out in pain, but this time is able to get to the ropes which forces Alexia to break the hold. As The Masked Man uses the ropes to get back to his feet, Cedrone charges at The Masked Man, only to get taken down by a short arm clothesline. The Masked Man yells something down at Cedrone before turning back into a shot at his knee from Alexia, causing The Masked Man to collapse onto one knee. Alexia grab's The Masked Man’s head, leaps up, and connects with double knee to the face. Alexia makes sure The Masked Man’s foot is on the bottom rope before she leaps up and sits on The Masked Man’s knee. The Masked Man quickly pulls his foot off the ropes and grabs his knee. Alexia looks out to the cheering crowd, who are chanting "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!" at her, before turning to see Cedrone drop a leg onto The Masked Man then pick him up and tries in vain to throw him over the ropes, knocking Alexia over as he does so.

P. LICKIN: TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!

JOEY STYLES: You want The Masked Man to get demasked too?

P. LICKIN: The Masked Man? I was hoping for Alexia's top...

Alexia gets to her feet, and yells at Cedrone, who just ignores her at first. Alexia shoves Cedrone who answers with a hard right. Meanwhile The Masked Man rolls over to the corner post so he can regain his composure. Cedrone and Alexia get in a fist fight, with Cedrone quickly gaining the upper hand. Cedrone then goes and grabs Alexia 's head, drops down to his knees, hooks Alexia 's leg, then fireman carries Alexia down to the mat. Cedrone gets back to his feet and outstretches his arms to the side before running and bouncing off the ropes. Cedrone then leaps up for an elbow drop, but Alexia moves at the last second, causing Cedrone to hit nothing but the mat instead. Cedrone sits there briefly as Alexia gets back to her feet, bounces off the ropes, and kicks Cedrone in the chest. Alexia picks up Cedrone and backs him up into the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring, but when Cedrone hits the ropes on the other side, The Masked Man is there to trip him up, causing Cedrone to hit the mat face first. The Masked Man pulls Cedrone back to his feet, then slams his head into the steel cage wall. The Masked Man then goes to whip Cedrone into the corner post, but Cedrone counters, and sends The Masked Man face first into the cage wall instead. Cedrone turns around as Alexia runs at him for a clothesline, Cedrone ducks, and runs to the other side of the ring and connects with a vicious DDT in the middle of the ring. Cedrone picks up Alexia and tries to throw her into the ropes only to get an elbow to the head for his troubles. Both wrestlers go down. Cedrone clambers back to his feet and starts to go to work on Alexia; stomping on her head. Picking the challenger up, Cedrone is caught off guard by a shot to the gut by Alexia. Grabbing hold of her opponent’s neck, Alexia charges and throws Cedrone face first into the cage.

JOEY STYLES: Dear God, did you hear that impact.

P. LICKING: I’m not deaf Styles.

JOEY STYLES: Alexia really using that cage wall to her advantage.

P. LICKIN: I'd prefer it if she would use ME to her advantage.

JOEY STYLES: Marvelous Mark Ellingsworth?

P. LICKIN: Shut up, Joey.

Cedrone rolls around on the canvas holding his face as Alexia takes a minute to catch her breath. Alexia returns her attention to her opponent, picking him up and dropping him back down with a snap suplex. With Cedrone down, Alexia looks to the heavens. She climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and lands a front elbow to the back of Cedrone head. Alexia goes for the cover, 1…2…The Masked Man breaks up the count. Winding up, The Masked Man lands a huge haymaker that sends Alexia crashing to the floor. Picking his opponent back up, The Masked Man once more launches Alexia face first into the unforgiving steel of the cage mesh. Alexia rolls onto his back as the blood begins to gush down her face. The sight of crimson brings a smile to the challengers face. Seizing the opportunity, The Masked Man signals for the official to open the cage door.

JOEY STYLES: This could be it; we could have a new World Heavyweight Champion.

With one foot out on the apron, The Masked Man is suddenly stopped in his tracks by Cedrone grabbing hold of his other boot. Caught one footed, The Masked Man is helpless as the Champ begins to pull him back inside the steel cage. Both men stumble back inside as the official once more closes the door. The Masked Man is first back to his feet and goes straight on the offensive, nailing Cedrone with a dropkick to the head. Picking Cedrone up, The Masked Man drives him down hard with a DDT. The Masked Man goes for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!

JOEY STYLES: That won't be enough to do it.

P. LICKIN: That’s usually what I say to the barman before I go round to your Mom’s.

The Masked Man slaps on a side headlock. The fans cheer Cedrone as he makes it to one knee. The Masked Man tries to clamp down on the hold, but Cedrone is somehow able to power out and lands a huge back suplex with both men crashing to the canvas. Cedrone rolls over for a cover, 1…2...KICK OUT!!! Once again The Masked Man manages to get to his feet first and delivers a hard kick to Cedrone’s ribs. The Masked Man picks up his opponent again before charging to the ropes. Rebounding back off, the challenger connects with a cross body block that sends Cedrone sprawling into the ropes. With his opponent caught between the ropes and the cage wall, The Masked Man pushes his advantage. Grabbing hold of Cedrone, the challenger proceeds to continuously bash his head against the steel cage wall. With a sickening thud, Cedrone collapses to the mat. The Masked Man pulls Cedrone back into the centre of the ring and goes for the cover, 1…2…Alexia come crashing down with an elbow drop from the top rope; breaking the count.

JOEY STYLES: Alexia out of nowhere breaks the pin.

Blood dripping down her face, Alexia picks up The Masked Man and drops him down with a standing bulldog. She goes for the pin, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! Alexia climbs back to her feet and in frustration heads to the corner post and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Staggering, The Masked Man gets to his feet and turns around to see Alexia flying off the top rope. The Masked Man reacts and connects with dropkick as Alexia crashes back down to the canvas hard. The Masked Man is first to reach his feet as Alexia begins to rise. The Masked Man puts a couple of boots to Alexia’s spine before climbing to the top rope. The Masked Man waits patiently for Alexia to stand up, leaps off his perch and lands a huge flying lariat. The Masked Man is quick to make the cover, 1…2…KICK PUT!!! Alexia is able to get her shoulder up at the last second; much to the crowd’s delight. The Masked Man slams the mat in frustration. He walks to the other corner and signals for Alexia to stand up. The bloodied challenger staggers back to her feet as The Masked Man charges and attempts to clothesline his opponents head from his shoulders. At the last moment Alexia moves aside and The Masked Man crashes into the steel post. He staggers back into Alexia who rolls him up for a pin, 1…2…Cedrone breaks the pin!!! The Masked Man holds his chest in pain. Cedrone picks Alexia up and slams her down hard with a vicious side slam. Cedrone picks up Alexia once again and whips her hard into the turnbuckle charging at her as she rebounds out of the corner. At the last moment, the challenger executes a picture perfect drop toe hold taking his opponent off his feet and causing Cedrones’s throat to land on the middle rope. The Champion thrashes about clutching at his throat. Alexia pulls him back to the mat and makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!

JOEY STYLES: Cedrone is somehow able to get the shoulder up!

P. LICKIN: Alexia got most of our male demographic up.

Alexia picks Cedrone up and throws him into the corner. She delivers a few forearm shots and then hoists him to the top turnbuckle. Alexia attempts a superplex, but the Champion blocks the move; punches the challenger a few times to stagger her balance. Cedrone uses his weight advantage to overpower Alexia and hoist her up onto his shoulders. With a feat of pure athleticism, Cedrone jumps off and drives Alexia to the canvas with an amazing top rope powerbomb. The crowd roars at the manuver. Both wrestlers are down as the referee begins his mandatory count. He gets to four before Cedrone manages to throw an arm over the unmoving form of Alexia, 1...2…The Masked Man breaks the pin!!

JOEY STYLES: How on earth is this match going to end?

P. LICKING: Quickly I hope.

The Masked Man picks up Cedrone by the hair and delivers a skull scrambling DDT. Frustrated, the Challenger slides over and makes yet another cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!!

JOEY STYLES: Cedrone just will not say die.

P. LICKING: He can go almost as long as your mom!

The challenger is beyond frustrated as he signals for the end and lifts up Cedrone for a pumphandle slam. Cedrone reverses it into a cradle, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! All three wrestlers are down in exhaustion and pain. The referee starts another ten count, 1…2…3…4…5…6… First to her feet, Alexia notices The Masked Man is still down and takes advantage with yet another a quick cover, 1...2…KICK OUT!!!

P. LICKIN: Why would you kick her off of you when she's on top? FOOLS!

Alexia stands up and drags The Masked Man in the middle of the ring. She bounces off the ropes and delivers a spinning elbow drop. She makes another cover attempt, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Alexia picks the other challenger up and throws him into the corner charging in after him. The Masked Man moves at the last second and Alexia slams into the corner sternum first. Alexia staggers out as The Masked Man hits a capture clothesline that sends Alexia to the mat. The Masked Man makes a cover, 1...2...Cedrone makes the save!!! Cedrone slowly gets back up grabbing The Masked Man as he does. Winding up, Cedrone slams The Masked Man in the face with a huge left hand. The Masked Man drops to a knee briefly, but regains his composure and nails Cedrone with a right hand of his own. The two men exchange blows, but Cedrone gets the upper hand. Cedrone hits one, two, three hits. Cedrone kicks The Masked Man to the midsection and this a DDT. Alexia is still down, but instead of going for the pin on The Masked man, Cedrone lifts his upper body up, grabbing the mask. The crowd cheers as he starts to pull it off...

JOEY STYLES: This is it! We're going to see who's been attacking people in The VWF for the last year!

P. LICKIN: I'm gonna be pissed if it ends up being Old Man McCreedy...

The Masked Man grabs the bottom of the mask, fighting off Cedrone from pulling it off. Alexia is back up, and hits Cedrone from behind, not seeing what he was doing. Alexia grabs Cedrone and shoots him into the ropes, and hits a back body drop. The Masked Man turns around on his knee, and Alexia hits a spinning heel kick on The Masked Man. Alexia covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. Alexia slams the mat, yelling at the ref to count faster. She covers again. 1...2... kickout. Alexia stands up, yells at the ref, and Cedrone grabs her from behind, hitting a spinning backdrop suplex. Alexia rolls to the corner as Cedrone grabs The Masked Man's mask again. Again, The Masked Man tries to block it, getting to his feet as the tug of war goes on. Finally, Cedrone kicks him in the balls, and smashes his head on the cage wall once, twice, three times. The Masked Man staggers back as Jonny Cedrone grabs the mask and... yanks it off in own quick move. The cameraman swings around as the crowd looks on and gasps. Cedrone holds up the mask, then looks over at The Masked Man.... It's Scott DiBiase! DiBiase smirks as Cedrone stands, stunned. DiBiase punches Cedrone right in the face, staggering him back as Alexia comes off the turnbuckle behind him with a missle drop kick. Alexia misses Cedrone and hits DiBiase. She goes to cover him, but realizes who he is. Alexia stands up, shocked. She turns around, and Cedrone kicks her to the midsection and hits the Mambo Italiano! Cedrone shakes his head and rolls over, then staggers over towards the cage door, falling through it as it opens. The bell rings as Cedrone, breathing heavily, is handed the World Belt. He holds it over his head as DiBiase pulls himself to his feet, smiling and saying “It isn't over, Jonny!” Cedrone starts to go back up the ramp as the show goes off the air...

JOEY STYLES: Scott DiBiase has been the man who's injured all those wrestlers.... put General Manager Jonas Allen in a coma... and has been a general son of a bitch for over a year? If he thinks there won't be reprecussions...

P. LICKIN: Reperassions? He's white. Goodnight everybody! )-)-)

Winner: Jonny Cedrone retains the World Heavyweight Championship