(-(-( Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen IT IS TIME! For our Main Event of The Evening! "DBR" Scott Carr takes on his greatest challenger - The Vox in a VWF original! A Brazilian Death Match for the VWF World Heavyweight Championship! The Vox is all of what The VWF stands for. He is fun. He is good. He is right. The Vox has been with The VWF since almost it's beginning. And he has never been dominated. Ever. Now, these two wrestlers come together. Both are on winning streaks that span months. Both are at the top of their game. And while Scott Carr has never been pinned or submitted, it's possible that all he has to do is fall once, and he'll lose the title to The Vox. But if The Vox falls... he may lose his career forever. That's right. He has given up his titles, and agreed that this is his swan song. If The Vox does not win, he is retired forever. Done. Will he dominate? Or be dominated? We’ll find out – RIGHT NOW!

The lights dim as "Stockholme Syndrome" by blink 182 blasts over the PA the audience rise to their feet knowing this is a Historic moment they are about to witness. Pyros go off at each side of the ramp and all across the top. The lights come on at the same time as the pyros fizzle out and go off, the crowd grows restless for a moment and then erupts as The Vox walks out from backstage, blasting through the entrance curtains. Vox walks straight down the ramp muting out the emotional roars of the audience as he gets into the ring through the middle and top rope after climbing the stairs. Vox stands on the bottom turnbuckle at one corner of the ring and raises his arms for the crowd. Then gets down and goes to the opposite corner to do it again. Each time the crowd explodes in cheers louder and louder even as The Vox does the same at both of the other corners. Looking around it seems nearly impossible for him to avoid noticing the sincerity and passion from the audience, he shakes it off – not allowing himself to get distracted. He has a war to wage and a point to prove. The Vox jumps down out of the corner as the announcer begins his introduction. The crowd doesn’t seem to want to quiet down, they carry on their wild cheering as The Vox bounces and preps himself for the impending battle. Finally the announcer says something to The Vox, who smiles and waves the fans down to a dead silence. All their attention is focused on their hero… but the announcer takes his chance to speak anyways.

The sold out arena begin to stand as the arena lights dim. Respectfully, the audience maintains a electric level of silence.

Announcer: Testing… Testing… BOOYA! Please… allow me to introduce to you first – with great honour, tonight’s challenger for the VWF World Heavyweight Championship! Ladies and Gentlemen coming to us tonight at a Height of 6'4" and a Weight of a healthy! 260 pounds! He is the innovator and master of The Vox Drop! He hails from the VWF’s Hometown of The Windy City! Chicago Illinois! He is already a seasoned VWF Veteran and Icon at the Age of 25 Over the years he has attained an amazing record of Titles and Awards – One Time Dark Championship holder, One Time European Championship holder, Two Time World Tag-Team Champion, SIX TIME Intercontinental Champion! One time Britannia Heavyweight Champion! Eurocontinental Championship! And Once in his Career he has already held the VWF Championship - He was also the First Winner at the November 2007 Rival Factions, hosted by The Experts HE IS! The VOX!

Backstage we see the corridor of the VWF Superstar's Dressing rooms. DBR's door opens and he advance from his locker room towards the entranceway, the VWF World Title is slung over his shoulder and his hood is pulled up over his head. Walking slowly, each of his steps is certain and true with his cold - blood red eyes locked on the floor. He stops at the entrance curtain and we can hear the insanity unfolding as fans begin to grow restless for the upcoming match. DBR pulls the title down off his shoulder and takes a long hard look at it before he latches it around his waist. The cameras change and we see the wild, excited VWF fans looking expectant – The arena falls under darkness as smoke billows up from the ramp way and only two lights appear near the entrance way, two red lights aimed straight down the ramp at the ring. And with raw power and unstoppable determination his music begins as across the screen a single word flickers "Deviate" the guttural guitar riffs of Suffa by (Hed) PE echoes throughout the arena, and the two lights at the entrance ramp appear to move, followed by a massive three dimensional laser light big rig that tears down the ramp leaving two trails of fire on the ramp in it's wake and four posts erupting into balls of fire that reach high towards the arena's ceiling as the transparent truck makes it to the ring and evaporates into the same blackness that now once again engulfs the arena. The ring as the announcer begins to speak, unseen for the same blackness that blinds us all. With most of the audience behind him it's harder now to hear those who oppose DBR's style, although they are still out there and between them all they do still have a powerful, audible voice - DBR's grin widens as we see rolls of DBR Toilet Paper being used like steamers by fans this grin becomes his familiar sadistic smile. The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood unsheathing his torso from the World Title so he can raise it up above his head while he roars back at his wild fans that are all still cheering so ravenously for him. DBR lowers the Title and flings it up over his shoulder before he runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, holding his Devil Horn high sign up for one and all - pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage to the far side, tugging the World title off his shoulder as he takes it in both hands and throws both arms up with his Devil horns high sign behind the Strap, his fans reply in kind with their pop and reciprocated hand gestures. In the audience we can see many fans that are brandishing VWF replica belts bearing DBR's name. DBR appears as if he's going to throw the title into the dizzyingly hot crowd, though he stops and unzips his hoody instead before he rips off his skully and tosses it to the crowd. DBR makes his way back to the centre of the ramp way, flipping open his undone hoody. The lights finish their strobe and become normal as DBR tightens the “FTW” belt buckle clasping his black leather belt and he cracks his neck as he glances at The Vox who respectfully stepped out of the ring while DBR made his typically grand entrance. DBR watches Vox enter the ring, DBR nods to him as he stands back in his corner giving The Vox the idea that this isn’t going to be an easy match as his sadistic smile turns to an expression of cold calculating and methodically evil stone. Confronted with tradition the referee steps between the men. The Vox, who is standing proudly and determinately before DBR who looks as focused and cold as we have ever seen him, the ref requests the VWF World Title so he can show it to the challenger. To which DBR replies with a massive middle finger being waved in the face of the referee. DBR looks out over the crowd and then he hands the belt to The Vox himself. DBR steps back to the middle of the ring and points at the VWF World Title and then taps his index finger against his own chest. The Vox looks at the title and then hands it off to the referee who instructs both men to return to their neutral corner while the ring rises away from the arena floor.

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS TIME TO FOCUS ON THE DANGER! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a Measure of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and Weighting in tonight at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Fatal Phenomenon... he is ALL HATE! He is the one... the only... The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging VWF WORLD CHAMPION! D-B-R!

DBR walks up to the announcer and rips the microphone from his hand.

DBR- I was supposed to cut a fucking interview tonight… but all I have to say to you is three fucking things Vox… ONE! Thank you for all your years – if it weren’t for people like you here… well hell… let’s just say – You can’t know True Evil unless you have True Good. TWO! I swear on everything you hold fucking sacred, this is going to be the single most brutal, dragged out, SAVAGE FUCKING FIGHT! You have ever been apart of! THREE! Win lose or Draw, Vox… since either way it will be the last thing you might do here in The VWF… You WILL hold this VWF World Title over your head for this audience. Have a good match… and don’t let ten seconds of kindness fool you – I’m going to fucking well injure you before this shit is done tonight!

DBR drops the microphone and as the most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer his name chanting "D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R!" their girder rattling cries for this match echo incessantly through the darkness. We see a sadistic smile creep across his face as he lifts his head looking skyward towards the upper levels of the arena as his cult-like following of loyal career-long fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR action figures, toilet paper and other paraphernalia as high into the air as they can reach, most also letting fly their own Devil Horns high signs.

P.Lickin: DBR should be disqualified right there!

Joey Styles: This match doesn’t work like that, Lickin.

P.Lickin: Still that is utterly disrespectful to a VWF Official!

Joey Styles: Well the job of looking like a Zebra with a glass jaw. It just doesn’t garner the respect it should, does it Lickin?

P.Lickin: You’re right – It Doesn’t! He is an enforcement of VWF’s Rules! That should be respected!

Joey Styles: DBR who is… for right now – our VWF World Champion decided to hand the title to his opponent in the traditional pre-match viewing, because he has respect.

P.Lickin: Bullshit! Horse Shit! Dog Shit!

Joey Styles: Lickin Shit.

P.Lickin: THAT’S RIGHT!

Joey Styles: It seems the ring has almost reached its heights!

P.Lickin: KILL HIM VOX!

Joey Styles: He either can’t hear you – or doesn’t care what you have to say. I would think a small mixture of both would apply right now, Lickin. The VOX and DBR are facing off twenty-five feet in the air! FOR THE VWF WORLD TITLE! This is Uncanny!

P.Lickin: This is crap.

Joey Styles: Lickin… your mother.

P.Lickin: What?

Joey Styles: I said your mother and your father!

P.Lickin: PARDON ME!

Joey Styles: I said your mother and your father in the back of a damned Volkswagen Beetle! Fucked up on Ruffi Colatas – being raped by an HIV infected Ape!

P.Lickin: Oh snap!

Joey Styles: That’s right – shut the fuck up and call the damn match, Moron! This is VWF History in the Making! There are no grudge matches after tonight – if The Vox wins, DBR will NEVER be able to claim his revenge because The Vox will no longer be with us… and if The Vox loses he will NEVER again be able to try for the VWF World Title!

P.Lickin: Well in that case they should fight to the death and we’ll hang the winner in celebration!

Joey Styles: The ring has come to a stop – we are about to get this thing started!

Vox and DBR circle one another – both men seem ready and more than capable for the challenges ahead. The ring reaches its apex and both men step out of their corners… fully aware of the rules and left to their own devices in this referee free match. The bell rings and the action finally begins. Vox locks up with DBR – DBR throws Vox back into a corner and shakes his head in disapproval. Vox tries again this time when he locks up he is quick into an arm bar. DBR out powers Vox and sends him into the opposite corner. Vox rebounds from the impact and comes out clobbering DBR with a brutal forearm shot across the side of the head. DBR staggers as Vox gets himself up off the canvas only to get dropped down to it again by polished black leather size fifteen in the ribs. Vox seems winded but forces himself up as DBR stalks in for another lock up. Vox takes his chance and ducks under DBR’s grasp into a double leg shot – which he uses as the launch pad to crawl up DBR’s massive form and begin beating the big man into submission!

P.Lickin: GO VOX! GO!

Joey Styles: Wagon hopping fuck.

P.Lickin: I beg your pardon?

Joey Styles: And still you get none.

Vox hauls off for another devastating punch in the long series he’s already dished out only to have DBR grab him by the ears and drag his face down into a nasty desperation head-butt that rocks The Vox badly enough that he gets stunned and falls off holding his face. DBR shoots a couple of sharp elbow shots into the temple of The Vox and attempts to get himself back to a vertical base. A task Vox makes nearly impossible as he sweeps DBR’s freshly planted feet from beneath him bringing the big man to his back again. Vox ascends to his own vertical base and begins pulling the big man to his feet – Vox sends DBR into the corner and runs in after him crashing down across Carr in a massive body splash that nearly sends Vox over the top, but with the help of DBR shoving him – Vox does fall to the apron, hanging on desperately to the middle rope. DBR gets out of the corner and smashes Vox in the ribs with a knee drop, Vox ignores the pain and pulls himself back to his feet where he and DBR begin to exchange shot after shot – with Vox hanging precariously from the top rope which DBR grabs and begins to shake vigorously, this works to keep Vox busy between DBR firing off random elbow shots designed to take down The Greatest Face VWF has Ever Known! The Vox slides in near the corner trying to avoid elimination but DBR is quick to pry a knee against The Vox’s head, forcing it agonizingly into the steel bolt that holds the top rope. DBR grabs the other rope and begins to put all his dramatically vile force into crushing Vox’s head – but the bolt snaps and all at once using his grace and luck Vox plummets from ringside, grasping the rubber coated cable on his way down. The momentum is such that The Vox is able to swing down beneath the ring and come up to deliver an inverted sitting drop kick to the chest of a very unsuspecting DBR, who now lays winded and battered on the ground. Vox’s eyes are wide as adrenaline pulses through his veins the audience is adulated though Vox takes a moment to recover from the shock of being so startlingly close to loss. Though DBR is quick to hoist Vox up into a brutal power bomb but that in it takes the last of DBR’s immediate energy and both men are down.

P.Lickin: Vox is Superman! But DBR may prove to be Doomsday!

Joey Styles: That was spectacular! The athleticism of The Vox has and will always be a defining jewel in the crown of VWF!

P.Lickin: Whatever… THAT WAS COOL!

Joey Styles: Indeed it was!

The Vox takes up the attack as he straddles DBR’s chest and again begins to beat the living daylights out of the World Champion who is covering up and trying to avoid any serious abuse. The Vox jumps up and drives both his knees into the sternum of DBR – who tries to roll away from the pain but ends up in the clutches of Vox’s Scream Bitch!

P.Lickin: SCREAM BITCH! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

Joey Styles: Vox cannot win via pin fall or submission – this match is over the top rope only!

P.Lickin: DBR is in Agony! RIP HIM IN HALF VOX!

Joey Styles: DBR is trying to fight through the pain, but inching for the ropes like he is, isn’t going to make Vox have to release the hold! With no submissions means no rope breaks! DBR is Locked In and The Vox is Loaded Up!

DBR pounds his fists off the canvas as he roars out his anguish, this only makes The Vox set the move in deeper and drag DBR out away from the ropes. DBR’s face turns almost as red as his eyes and both his massive palms plant firmly against the canvas, with all he’s worth he forces himself out of the hold, kicking The Vox head first into the corner.

P.Lickin: Why keep the hold locked in so long? He should be trying to eliminate DBR!

Joey Styles: The Vox is doing what he knows will help him later in this match. If he keeps DBR’s limbs damaged and he can maintain the high level of energy that this match has had up until now – he stands a very good chance of taking the Monster of VWF off his game! Vox took a nasty shot there – he can keep it together but he is going to need some time to get the burrs out!

DBR doesn’t give him this time – he spears Vox back into the corner as hard as The Carr Crash will let him, Vox nearly doubles backwards over DBR’s shoulder but still manages to hold himself up to a knee. DBR staggers back out of the corner and grabs Vox by the face so he can impale the base of the man’s skull on the point of his knee. Vox drops like a dead body at first but movement soon shows he’s still alive.

P.Lickin: OH SHIT!

Joey Styles: DBR isn’t backing off here tonight! He wants to prove he belongs at the top of VWF!

DBR pulls Vox up off the mat and sends him into the far side ropes, Vox looks dazed and abused but he flies back landing The Vox Drop! Both men lay face up on the canvas under the heat of the close ceiling lights.

Joey Styles: Vox just took DBR out of this for a moment!

P.Lickin: All he needs to do is say his prayers – eat his vitamins and THROW THAT BIG BASTARD OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Joey Styles: That’s easier said than done, Lickin. DBR is a massive specimen and The Vox has been battered already.

P.Lickin: Details!

Vox sits up, almost out of instinct – his glassy eyes scan over DBR before he begins to groggily make his way to his feet. DBR rolls to all fours near the ropes trying use the second rope on the broken side of the ring to get back up but Vox hits the opposite side and drives a dropkicking into the side of DBR’s face that sends him over the second rope hanging onto it as if his life depended on it. Vox mercilessly begins dropping heels into the forehead of DBR in an attempt to make him drop.

Joey Styles: It could be just a matter of time now! We’ve never seen DBR in this sort of peril before!

P.Lickin: Yeah well… Brains over Brawn!

Joey Styles: Vox has Brains in spades, but DBR is intelligent too!

DBR drops down to the bottom rope and tries to haul himself back to the apron though Vox doesn’t resist the urge to maintain his relentless attack, the ropes and DBR are both beginning to bounce out of control as The Vox times his shots better with each impact, making the most of DBR’s movement. DBR’s grip slips again and he grabs onto the felt apron that acts as signage around the ring. Vox again runs to the opposite ropes but as he does the apron rips and DBR now swings down away from the ring – DBR’s weight and the less than elastic fabric make for an abrupt halt and cause him to slip down the apron which he seems to have an iron grasp on. Vox doesn’t notice this as he slides out with a baseball slide – he grabs the bottom rope but still he dangles facing away from the ring.

P.Lickin: These fans are going nuts!

Joey Styles: This match is getting nuts!

P.Lickin: DBR is climbing back up the torn apron!

Joey Styles: The Vox is trying to skin the cat – but perhaps that jolt his shoulders would have taken has left him in peril!

DBR finally makes it to the ring post, which he uses to pull himself inside the ring. The Vox does in fact skin the cat and make it back into the ring but the struggle both men went through getting back to this insane match and the stable mats was obviously immense. The Vox is first to his feet but he is tending to a shoulder. DBR begins to get up but his problems seem more general from the match itself rather than one specific incident as The Vox is suffering from. The Vox lands a picture perfect running inziguri that straightens DBR out like a board and leaves him crumpled and face down on the mat. Vox tries to hoist DBR up but his shoulder won’t let him just yet. So instead The Vox begins dragging DBR towards the ropes. The Vox steps to the apron and the Fans nearly jump over the guardrail, Security stops them though as they to try and get ready to reach out and touch either of these super stars if they should fall – Vox leaps over the top rope and nearly takes DBR’s head off with a leg drop as the brawl continues. The two men are both trying to catch their breath and get back to their feet at the same time. DBR is first up, surprisingly – though as is expected of him he goes to kick Vox in the gut, but Vox catches his foot and quickly pulls DBR forward by his leg for a clothesline! Vox looks down to the crowd and points to the side of his head, Vox then reaches down and grabs DBR by the hair. He raises him up to his feet and then whips him into the ropes. Before DBR can drop, Vox runs at him and comes flying through the air, hitting a high cross body which causes both men to go into the ropes and nearly over the top. The crowd below clamour as DBR pushes Vox away and continues to battle on. As the men struggle to get the advantage. Vox kicks DBR in the guts and jumps over DBR and be-lines it into an impressive running bulldog! DBR stands up and is in the process of getting to a knee the Vox comes at him and kicks him right in the throat, knocking him back over! Vox gives another smirk to the crowd and then reaches over the body of DBR, grabbing the Stoner by the hair. DBR is still holding his throat coughing while Vox relentlessly pulls the bigger man up by the head of his hair. Vox goes to pull DBR to his feet but DBR suddenly comes back with a nasty head-butt right to Vox’s face, busting his nose wide open! The crowd once again explodes. DBR gets up hauls Vox off the ground with ease connecting a spinning DDT! DBR then gets up and rolls into the corner, measuring Vox up for what looks like another Carr Crash. Vox rolls around on the canvas, holding his head and looking some what taken back by what just happened, but he does get to his feet. DBR doesn’t hesitate to go back into his hatred DBR charges in for The Carr Crash but Vox rolls over DBR’s back locking in an arm. He grabs DBR up and rolls him into That’s Gotta Hurt!

P.Lickin: THAT’S GOTTA HURT! IT’S OVER!

Joey Styles: Vox still needs to get DBR up over the top rope!

DBR stays motionless on the canvas as Vox gets up in the ring and then sits Vox up for a flipping neck snap, but DBR ducks out and counters with a vice-like lock so he can drive knees into the face of The Vox! DBR rips Vox up off the ground and goes for a suplex, but Vox flips out and drops down on his feet behind him, when DBR turns around Vox connects an arm drag and tries to apply another Scream Bitch, but DBR escapes with a series of rapid kicks to the chest and gut and lastly the knee cap of The Vox. Both men are slow to get up, Vox swings but DBR ducks back. Vox dazed, goes for the inziguri but DBR ducks beneath the final kick and flips Vox backward on his head. DBR then runs to the ropes, he leaps up and drives a leg drop, landing on The Vox!

P.Lickin: Vox may have broken ribs!

Joey Styles: DBR is a huge man! You can’t take too many moves like that from him and expect to walk away all right!

DBR get back to his feet as The Vox uses the ropes and begins the climb, but just as Vox makes it to his feet he leap frogs the turnbuckles and reaches the top rope, DBR comes in with a flying forearm and nearly knocks Vox to the outside, but Vox lands on the apron and vaults himself over into a head scissor take down that sends DBR hurtling across the ring. Vox holds on tight to the ropes to avoid falling, and tries to battle back but DBR in a savage mood gets up and soon gets the advantage! Vox is up hanging on to the top rope with DBR advancing and Vox again spring boards off of the exposed middle rope into something that looks like a DDT that nearly sends DBR’s body flipping off! Vox gets back and shoves DBR to the out side. DBR goes spilling down to the apron of the ring where he stops after grabbing the middle rope. DBR pulls himself up just as Vox COMES FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A DROP KICK! DBR NEARLY FALLS OFF! DBR’s ribs smack into the side of the ring and he bounces off. The fans become deathly silent as they all look upon the champion who is hanging outside the ring.

P.Lickin: DROP HIM VOX! DROP HIM!

Joey Styles: WE’RE SO DAMN CLOSE! GO VOX!

Vox gets to his feet, stumbling around unsure if DBR is finished yet. He makes his way to the corner and then DBR grabs his ankle from beneath the ropes and attempts to pull Vox down and out of the ring. Vox leaps falls down and quickly struggles out of the way as DBR pulls himself back into the ring, and into the path of a firm forearm shot that lands him face first on the ground. Vox gets up to his feet but DBR springs to an assault, Vox is sent skyward and then down into The Carreerender! Vox’s body bounces up off the ground once before hitting the ground again. The challenger rolls around in pain before getting up on his knees, knowing no matter how much he hurts, he can not – will not be able to give in to anguish. DBR approaches him, leans down, and grabs Vox by the bloody nose and squeezes as hard as he can. DBR let’s out a little laugh, while Vox screams out in pain. DBR more carefully raises Vox up to his feet while holding on to his nose and directs him toward the broken side of the ring. Vox drops down on his hands and knees stopping himself from being expelled, DBR stomps down on Vox’s fingers and then does a Stretch Mufflerplex that lands Vox right on the back of his head. Now DBR is up and going for Vox’s legs. He lifts them up, and applies a reverse power bomb. Vox topples over the top rope and grabs onto the middle rope! All too quickly though he is struck in the head, but his stamina and physique comes into play as he drags himself under the ropes. DBR releases the hold he had trying to kick Vox off the side, but not for long as he rolls Vox over and delivers another nasty leg drop this time to the groin. Vox is again kicked out of the ring and he now hangs on the apron – but immediately he begins to make the climb back inside. Just as he reaches the top and turns around to step inside, DBR is up and getting ready to charge. Vox steps inside and charges back, Vox leaps- and connects a big time hurricanrana! But In the process, Vox lands wrong on his head and already sore shoulder, and now both men are down and out cold. The audience all shout, as both men are still moving around! Vox is pulling himself up the ropes! The champ is scrambling around and dragging himself up! They both get to their feet but someone could still fall and it would all be over! Vox just hangs his head down and shakes it. Vox waves DBR on to bring it, despite looking as it he hardly knows where he is at all. DBR and Vox both charge at each other, but this time DBR drops down and spins his leg around into the kneecaps of The Vox. Vox goes flying head first and lands face first into the mat!

P.Lickin: They’re going to kill one another – This is GREAT!

Joey Styles: Vox is making his presence felt one last time! This is no easy bout for either of these men! I think many would love to see Vox walk away a winner – but just as many expect him to leave this company flat on his back… neither man is backing down though and I highly doubt either will!

Vox gets up as a hazy DBR staggers around for a moment, and eventually falls back against the ropes. Vox is down and out, the fans are roaring. He looks around the ring, and a certain glimmer appears in his eyes. He’s looking directly at the turnbuckle yet again. He begins walking over to it, and starts to climb. Once he reaches the top, he looks around while pointing down at DBR, then takes the leap- Dropkick to the face! It connects! It’s seemingly all over! But DBR grabs Vox as he hits the move and not both men are hanging from the ring ropes kicking at one another trying to get the other to drop!

P.Lickin: HOLY CRAP! This is getting intense!

Joey Styles: Never in the history of VWF’s Brazilian Death Matches have we EVER had so many close calls!

P.Lickin: I think I’M going to get vertigo if this isn’t over soon!

Joey Styles: I don’t think anyone could disagree with that, Lickin. These two are taking each other to hell and back!

P.Lickin: Well Vox just needs to take DBR to the floor and get himself back in the Ring!

DBR pulls himself up and rolls over to his stomach in the ring as Vox drags himself up. Vox refuses to say die. DBR however, is the exact same. DBR is up and waiting. He’s practically stalking Vox as if he were his prey. He’s preparing to go in for the kill with what looks like The Carr Bomb. The champion however, despite all he’s been through, still has some of his senses about him and sees that The Vox is expecting something. The minute The Vox gets up and turns to DBR, DBR strikes! He pulls Vox into the ring and slams him down across his knee.

Joey Styles: CARR BOMB! CARR BOMB! CARR BOMB!

P.Lickin: Yeah, yeah… whatever. GO VOX!

Joey Styles: You really don’t care for what he’s done for VWF do you?

P.Lickin: No, of course I do… Vox has done wonderful things for The VWF!

Joey Styles: No I meant… oh never mind, idiot.

DBR gets back up but Vox kicks his leg up and directs it right for DBR’s jaw. Stoner falls to the mat as Vox connects the shot and then lunges for the grounded leg of DBR for another try at the Scream Bitch! DBR’s knee bends inward, and Vox collapses into the hold in the center of the ring, holding DBR’s locked knees. DBR forces himself to get up and crawls away from the move. DBR desperately begins drilling Vox in the kidneys viciously before getting up and letting out one hell of a bloodthirsty battle cry. DBR grabs Vox up and whips him to the ropes, Vox bounces off the ropes and comes back at DBR who catches Vox in a spin out – sit out neck breaker! When Vox hits the mat he immediately holds onto one of DBR’s knees again, and rolls with the pain. Putting him back in the same place for another shot at The Scream Bitch! Vox gets up and grabs DBR’s legs up, but this time DBR shoves Vox away. Vox stumbles back into the ropes and right as he comes off of them DBR plants him with another Carr Bomb!

P.Lickin: Jesus Christ! Vox is going to suffer back damage if he takes another one of those!

Joey Styles: He may be suffering from what he’s taken already! But it’s not over, Not yet!

DBR gets up, the strains and pains tenses his face tight, he was so sure he’d the win, he grabs Vox up but Vox still has some more fight left in him as DBR rolls him to his feet seeming to be thinking of what to do next and getting his energy back. Vox then gets up to one knee, then gets onto both knees and drives a shot into the nuts of DBR so that now DBR drops to his knees too. Vox and DBR are both on their knees and Vox then throws a right hand at DBR, DBR gets knocked back a bit, but is able to remain on his knees, both men seem exhausted but DBR then throws a right hand of his own at Vox, who gets knocked backwards but, like DBR, he remains on his knees. DBR then throws another punch, which again finds the mark but Vox returns the favour with an equally effective right hand of his own again, this one startles DBR and buys Vox a few seconds and Vox then sends another right hand DBR’s way, which is followed by one more right hand and DBR rolls back to get up to a vertical base, but he is followed by Vox, DBR keeps the advantage as he continues hitting away with his right hands, but Vox is relentless and he sees an opportunity and rakes the eyes of DBR, buying himself some time to get himself back together, DBR immediately backs away from Vox and attends to his eye, its giving him some trouble, DBR turns around…and Vox has JUST enough time to once more hit the That’s Gotta Hurt! Vox collapses onto DBR again, as the fans scream loudly! DBR pushes Vox off of himself and tries to get to his feet. Vox is worn out and just as badly beaten by DBR. Vox gets to his feet and one more time both these VWF Legends lock up!

P.Lickin: This could go either way at this point! Both these man are beaten, both are tired! Both have gone to the limit and we’re not nearly finished yet!

Joey Styles: DBR has taken a first class Vox style beating – but Vox has taken a series of overpowering moves from DBR as well! This one is as up in the air as that ring is right now!

Vox tries for a twisting arm drag that sends DBR spinning out of control and into the ropes, before he can rebound, Vox springs up into an immense Dropkick that sends DBR flying over the top rope – DBR reaches out for the top rope but misses! He catches the apron but he also catches a vaulting elbow drop to the top of the skull that sends him plummeting away from the ring and nearly sends Vox to the ground as well from the uncontrollable impact. The unified gasp of the crowd isn’t enough to humble his second collision with the concrete at the hands of The Vox. The Vox looks over, peering down at the body of DBR as the fans go wild! Vox starts calling for the ring to be lowered. The referee and ring attendants make their way to DBR’s aid as a paramedic crew appear with a stretcher. Vox sits in the middle of the ring, as if over taken by disbelief at what he’s done. DBR also sits up though, his expression doesn’t appear as if he knows where he is or what exactly has gone on but still his pride won’t let him leave on a stretcher. He is helped out of the way of the ring as it lowers into place. Vox exits the ring and gets his World Title from the Time Keeper. Vox then walks over to the crowd surrounding DBR and pushes some of them out of the way.

P.Lickin: RUB IT IN HIS FACE!

Joey Styles: Wait… Vox is helping DBR up!

Vox does in fact help DBR to his feet and he also helps him into the ring. DBR is still dazed and confused though he seems to snap to as Vox places the VWF World Title over DBR’s shoulder. DBR seems to not want the title knowing he has not won, DBR shakes his head “no” and points to the audience Vox pats DBR on the back, taking time to whisper something to him. DBR steps back away from The Vox and stands in a corner waiting and watching as The Vox stands back himself, and looks down at the title in the hands of DBR. DBR shakes his head no again and tosses the strap back to The Vox who looks if over and then glances at DBR before he jaunts to the corner – hoisting the title high into the air to the adulation of a wild elated audience.

P.Lickin: What the hell is this?

Joey Styles: A Class Act! DBR is showing respect to a man who helped forge this company! The Vox said the last thing he would do tonight would be hold THAT World Title above his head – DBR just ensured that The Vox go out being a Man of his Word! And These fans ARE EATING IT ALL UP!

The Vox celebrates to the sounds of roaring fans for a moment before as "Stockholme Syndrome" by blink 182 blasts over the PA and the audience all stand at attention giving The Vox a deafening standing ovation!

P.Lickin: What a way to go out! Beating DBR! God… Vox is going to hate himself tomorrow for missing out on those bragging rights!

Joey Styles: Luckily for each man himself – Neither DBR or The Vox is nearly as stupid as you are. What sort of shame is there in losing to a man who has perched himself on VWF Greatness – Or losing to the sort of man who helped make VWF Great in the first place?

P.Lickin: It still sucks; I’d like to hear Vox make fun of him for it!

Joey Styles: No, you suck, your mother sucks, for a rusty five cents your Father Sucks! The Vox, DBR, The VWF, This Match and That World Title DO NOT SUCK! This Is one of the BEST main events I have ever had the chance to be apart of!

Vox stands down out of the corner, face to face with DBR who gives The Vox an approving nod and a firm shake of Vox’s hand. Vox attempts to exit the ring to allow the former World Champion his time in the lime light, though DBR stops him, and DBR is the one who exits the ring side area as Vox turns circles in the middle of the ring in utter wonderment at how sincerely and how powerfully this standing ovation has remained for him Vox falls to his knees clutching the VWF World Title to his chest as the emotion of the moment and the ravenous crowd seem to effect him. )-)-)

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