Saturday, October 13, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Halloween Massacre 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.
The Vikingtron flickers into action and we see Vox stood with Kyle Bacon somewhere in the back. Vox has The Intercontinental Title over his shoulder and Bacon is nervously stood beside him holding a microphone. Kyle begins to open his mouth to speak but Vox holds his hand up to silence him as the fans chat Vox's name out in the arena. After thirty seconds or so of chanting, Vox lowers his hand.
Kyle Bacon: "Vox, thanks for your time, how do you..."
The Vox: "Hold up, my time? What do you mean MY time? This isn't my time? It isn't The Viking King's time, it isn't Crimson Creaking Lightning's time, it isn't Old Dr. Feeblegood's time. It sure as hell aint Mighty Prick's time! This time belongs to the boatloads of my fans out their, chanting my damn name!"
Another pause for the chanting.
Vox: "Anyway, don't you have something else you can be doing. Something that doesn't involve you standing next to me, radiating that sickening smell of terror sweat and urnine! Go on, go play with Mighty Mick's balls or something."
Bacon scuttles off, sniffing his armpits as he leaves. Vox turns to the camera.
Vox: "Welcome to Halloween Massacre. Why do you think they call it, Massacre? It's not because cisco Kid likes to stick spikey dog toys up his ass and play space hopper. No. That's an entirely different word. They call this Massacre, because tonight, I step into a cage, a big god damn meat grinder, with not one, not two, but three jackasses who've seen too much gay porn in their lives and have come just that close to the edge, that they want to end it. They want to end it soon. So they're in this match. Sure Crimson and Feelgood are more concerned with each other than the title, and while I'm kicking Irish ass in that cage, they'll be sat in the corner, looking deep, deep into each others eyes. A slow tear running down each of their cheeks, while they talk about what they'd like to do with they're... 'other' cheeks. And sure Mighty Prick is so convinced that I'm Viking's lacky, that he's started his own self help group! Where he sits all by himself in a circle of empty chairs and announces, 'Hi, my names Mighty Prick, and I'm whiney oozing left bollock!'"
The fans laughter can be heard in the background as Vox takes a breath.
Vox: "Long of short of it? Tonight, I'm going to walk into the that cage with this Intercontinental Title. I'm going kick ass for the duration of the match. Feeblegood, headfirst into the cage! Crimson Creaking Lighting, ass first into the cage! Mighty Prick, face, ass or dick first into the cage, it doesn't matter which because they're all in the same place! And when the dust has settled, when the ring has stopped vibrating from the force of your bodies hitting the canvas from Vox Drop after Vox Drop, I'm going to walk out of the arena. STILL, Intercontinental Champion. The Vox, has spoken."
Vox dissapears off camera as the Vikingtron returns to the Halloween Massacre logo.
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Tazz and Jimmy Icon each circle each other in the ring as the crowd pops off. Jimmy Icon and Tazz lock up, and Tazz gets the upper hand. Tazz locks in a headlock, but Jimmy Icon shoves Tazz into the ropes. Jimmy Icon goes for a clothesline, but Tazz ducks and goes to the ropes. Jimmy Icon turns around to duck a clothesline from Tazz and hits a falling neckbreaker. Jimmy Icon covers. The ref counts 1.. kickout! Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Jimmy Icon takes a running start, but Tazz gets the boot up, catching Jimmy Icon in the chin. Jimmy Icon staggers back, and Tazz hops to the top rope. Tazz jumps off, hitting a flying shoulder block on Jimmy Icon, taking him off his feet. Tazz covers. The ref counts 1.. kickout!
JOEY STYLES: Almost!
Tazz picks Jimmy Icon up and shoots him into the ropes, following with a running knee to the midsection. Tazz tries to shoot Jimmy Icon again, but Jimmy Icon counters and shoots Tazz into the ropes instead. Jimmy Icon follows with a big clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the outside. Jimmy Icon and Tazz both get to their feet, and exchange blows. Jimmy Icon kicks Tazz to the midsection and hits a DDT, then grabs a chair. Jimmy Icon tosses the chair in the ring, then rolls Tazz in the ring right after it. Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and hits a scoop slam on Tazz onto the chair, then goes to the ropes. Jimmy Icon hits a running elbow drop and covers. The ref counts 1..2. kickout! Jimmy Icon gives the ref a look and picks Tazz up. Jimmy Icon chops Tazz to the chest and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Jimmy Icon chops Tazz in the chest again, and the crowd gives a "Woo!" Jimmy Icon chops Tazz a third time, getting another "Woo!" from the crowd. Tazz hits a big forearm to Jimmy Icon's head and tosses him in the turnbuckle. Tazz hits an overhand chop to Jimmy Icon's chest, getting a "Woo!" of his own. Tazz grabs Jimmy Icon and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to Jimmy Icon's back. Tazz takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. Jimmy Icon gets to his feet, holding his back. Tazz jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a flying lariat to Jimmy Icon's back, knocking him face-first into the mat. Tazz goes to work stomping on Jimmy Icon's back. Tazz rolls Jimmy Icon over and covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Tazz glares at the ref and picks Jimmy Icon up. Tazz shoots Jimmy Icon into the turnbuckle and hits a running splash. Tazz grabs Jimmy Icon and locks in a headlock. Tazz goes for a bulldog, but Jimmy Icon hooks the leg and counters with a backdrop suplex. Jimmy Icon and Tazz both get up a little slow, and Tazz comes at Jimmy Icon. Jimmy Icon hits an arm-drag takedown, then wrenches the arm. Jimmy Icon yanks Tazz to his feet by his arm, and hits a roundhouse kick to Tazz 's head. Jimmy Icon hits an elbow drop and covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout!
JOEY STYLES: Another near fall!
P. LICKIN: Near fall my ass!
Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and shoots him into the ropes. Jimmy Icon hits a back-body drop, then goes to the turnbuckle. Jimmy Icon ascends the turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild. Tazz gets to his feet. Jimmy Icon goes for a flying head-scissors, but Tazz is able to hop up, catch Jimmy Icon in mid-air and powerbomb him right back into the turnbuckle! Both men go down. The crowd starts chanting HOLY SH-T! HOLY SH-T! Tazz stirs first, and picks up Jimmy Icon. Jimmy Icon breaks the hold, kicks Tazz to the midsection, and hits a DDT on Tazz . Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Jimmy Icon hits a back elbow smash to Tazz , but Tazz is able to low blow Jimmy Icon. Both men go down to their knees. Jimmy Icon and Tazz both slowly get to their feet, and exchange blows. Jimmy Icon blocks a punch, and kicks Tazz to the midsection. Jimmy Icon grabs Tazz and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Jimmy Icon picks Tazz back up, and low blows him. Tazz laughs and hits a big right to Jimmy Icon's head. Tazz shoots Jimmy Icon into the ropes, and hits a clothesline, knocking Jimmy Icon over the ropes to the outside. Tazz reaches into his pants and pulls out a protective cup, and points at his head to tell the crowd that he's smart. Nobody believes him, but they cheer anyway because this is the VWF. Jimmy Icon gets to his feet, but Tazz takes a running leap, hitting a big thump on Jimmy Icon with the protective cup, and both men are down on the outside. Jimmy Icon and Tazz both slowly get to their feet. Jimmy Icon kicks Tazz to the midsection and rolls him back in the ring. Jimmy Icon ascends the turnbuckle. Tazz starts to get to his feet, and Jimmy Icon jumps off, hitting a jumping facebuster on Tazz ! Jimmy Icon rolls outside. Tazz is down. Jimmy Icon grabs a chair and tosses it in the ring. Jimmy Icon picks the 60,000 lbs steel stairs up and tosses them in the ring as well. Jimmy Icon rolls back in the ring as Tazz rolls over to his knees. Jimmy Icon lets a big fury punch fly, reeling Tazz back into the ropes. Jimmy Icon shoots Tazz into the turnbuckle and goes for a clothesline, but Tazz gets a boot to the midsection, grabs Jimmy Icon's head, and hits a tornado bulldog off the turnbuckle on Jimmy Icon through the steel chair on the mat! Both men are down as the crowd begins to chant, JIM-MY JIM-MY! Tazz is able to get over to Jimmy Icon, and covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout!. Tazz and Jimmy Icon both get up, and Jimmy Icon has the chair. Jimmy Icon swings, but misses. Tazz ducks, and hits a drop-kick on Jimmy Icon through the chair! Tazz nods that it's all over and covers. The ref counts 1..2.. KICKOUT! Jimmy Icon kicks out at 2 and 3 quarters. The crowd cheers as Tazz looks angry. Tazz picks Jimmy Icon up, and chops him to the chest. Tazz shoots Jimmy Icon into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, but Jimmy Icon ducks and hits a back elbow smash on Tazz . Tazz gets right back up, and Jimmy Icon hits a DDT. Tazz gets up again, and Jimmy Icon kicks him to the midsection, and hits a falling neckbreaker. Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and grabs him from behind. Jimmy Icon hits a German suplex with a bridge. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Jimmy Icon gets up, and stomps on Tazz . Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up and hits a cradle suplex. Jimmy Icon covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Jimmy Icon picks Tazz up, and shoots him into the ropes. Jimmy Icon kicks Tazz to the midsection, and goes for a clothesline, but Tazz counters with a back body drop. Tazz picks Jimmy Icon back up, and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Tazz sets Jimmy Icon on top, and looks to go for the superplex, but Jimmy Icon punches Tazz to the midsection once, twice, three times. Jimmy Icon rakes the eyes, and shoves Tazz off the turnbuckle, causing him to crash back down to the mat. Tazz gets up, dazed, and Jimmy Icon jumps off, hitting a flying leg lariat, taking Tazz back down. Jimmy Icon gets back up, and Tazz pulls himself to his feet. Jimmy Icon kicks Tazz to the midsection, and hits the Shot of Venom on Tazz! Tazz is out like a light. Jimmy Icon covers. The ref counts 1...2...3...
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Everyone's ready and The Ref calls for the bell. The three men circle each other wearily looking at the ropes. Ace Montana is the first to strike attacking Brian Jacobi with a right. Ace Montana hits Brian Jacobi with some more rights as Paul Burchill watches at first. Ace Montana hits Brian Jacobi with a small Scoop Slam. Paul Burchill attacks Ace Montana from behind sending him flying across the ring with a hard Shoulder Block. Ace Montana lands on the floor stopping just inches away from the bottom Barbed Wire rope. Ace Montana jumps up and charges at Paul Burchill but Brian Jacobi grabs his feet and pulls him down. Paul Burchill runs around the edge of the ring to the corner behind Brian Jacobi and Springboards himself off the bottom turnbuckle hitting Ace Montana in the back of the head with an elbow. Brian Jacobi gets up at the same time as Paul Burchill and the two exchange rights. Paul Burchill goes to shoot Brian Jacobi into the ropes but Brian Jacobi slides under them avoiding contact. Paul Burchill taunts Brian Jacobi from the inside calling him Chicken and various other names of that sort.
P. LICKIN: Them's fightin words!
Ace Montana gets up while Paul Burchill is preoccupied calling Brian Jacobi names and locks onto Paul Burchill's waste. Gangreal hits a German Suplex on Paul Burchill and lets go on the first impact. Brian Jacobi slides back into the ring under the ropes as Ace Montana turns around. Ace Montana hits Brian Jacobi with a boot to the head as Brian Jacobi was heading towards him. Ace Montana pulls Brian Jacobi up and goes for a DDT but Brian Jacobi reverses and lifts Ace Montana up hitting a Reverse Face Slam into the mat. Brian Jacobi stands up and looks at the two fallen men. Then starts to stick the boot to Ace Montana on the floor. Brian Jacobi continues his assault while in the meantime Paul Burchill is getting up behind him. Paul Burchill hits Brian Jacobi in the back with a Short Arm Clothesline and Brian Jacobi falls to one knee. Paul Burchill pulls him up and starts to hit him with some closed fists. Paul Burchill goes to shoot Brian Jacobi into the ropes once again but Brian Jacobi locks his leg around Paul Burchill's and both men fall over. Paul Burchill gets a bit frustrated at this and lays into Brian Jacobi with lefts and rights. The two men brawl across the ring floor as Ace Montana gets back up. Ace Montana looks at the two men then starts to climb the turnbuckle. Ace Montana waits a few seconds then leaps off the top. Paul Burchill see's Ace Montana and detatches from Brian Jacobi in time to avoide being hit. Ace Montana gets Brian Jacobi with a HUGE Elbow to the chest.
JOEY STYLES: I felt that one over here!
P. LICKIN: That was me. I farted. Sorry.
Paul Burchill waits for Ace Montana to get up and knocks him back down with a kick to the head. Paul Burchill picks up Brian Jacobi in a Scoop Slam posistion and walks over to the ropes. Paul Burchill goes to throw Brian Jacobi for a snake eyes, but Brian Jacobi wiggles out and shoves Apocalyspe into the ropes. Brian Jacobi hits a German Supex on Paul Burchill. Paul Burchill gets up shakily and Ace Montana hits him with a right. Ace Montana goes to shoot Paul Burchill into the ropes but Paul Burchill reverses. Ace Montana heads for the ropes but he executes a slide stop and turn to avoid the ropes. Paul Burchill expected this though and hits Ace Montana with a small clothesline as soon as Ace Montana turned round and Ace Montana goes down. Paul Burchill goes up top and sizes up Ace Montana as he's getting up. Just as Paul Burchill is about to jump Brian Jacobi attacks him from the outside and he goes flying off the turnbuckle and lands on his back hard. Brian Jacobi walks round to Ace Montana by the ropes and grabs his head. Brian Jacobi rakes Ace Montana's eyes on the ropes, then hits a jab to the head and a sweeping kick takedown. Paul Burchill starts to get up slowly as Brian Jacobi gets to the apron. Brian Jacobi pulls Paul Burchill up on the apron and starts to hit him with some rights. Brian Jacobi lifts Paul Burchill up and gets ready to hit a PowerBomb but Ace Montana attacks him from behind and Paul Burchill is sent flying off the apron, headfirst into the crowd barrier. Ace Montana locks on a Full Nelson on Brian Jacobi and Brian Jacobi screams in pain.
JOEY STYLES: This is where the veteran Ace Montana's skills coem into play. Look at how he locks that in? Perect.
P. LICKIN: You're such a homo...
Brian Jacobi drops off the apron to the floor, hitting a slingshot on Ace Montana, knocking the big man down to the mat. All three men are down as the ref looks on. Brian Jacobi pulls Paul Burchill up and takes him to the turnbuckle. Brian Jacobi rams Paul Burchill's head into the turnbuckle a few times. Brian Jacobi hits a side-Russian leg sweep on Paul Burchill. Brian Jacobi rolls back in the ring as Ace Montana gets to his feet. Ace Montana puts the boots to Brian Jacobi before he can get up. Brian Jacobi rolls further into the middle of the ring, and Ace Montana picks him up. Brian Jacobi pokes Ace Montana with a thumb to the eye. Ace Montana staggers backwards. Brian Jacobi charges at Ace Montana from behind and hits a bulldog. Paul Burchill takes a second to recover on the outside, then rolls back in the ring. Paul Burchill starts to kick down both men alternately. Paul Burchill starts to focus on Brian Jacobi more and Ace Montana rolls away. Ace Montana rolls out of the ring and crawls under the ring apron while Paul Burchill is kicking the hell out of Brian Jacobi and doesn't even notice. Paul Burchill pulls Brian Jacobi up and hits a Neckbreaker on him. Paul Burchill stands up and looks around for Ace Montana. Paul Burchill starts to look a bit confused wondering where Ace Montana has gone. Ace Montana appears from under the ring at the opposite side to where Paul Burchill is looking and slides into the ring holding a Fire Extinguisher. Ace Montana aims the Fire Extinguisher at Paul Burchill and waits for him to turn round. Paul Burchill notices Ace Montana and spins round only to get sprayed in the face by Ace Montana. Paul Burchill screams holding his eyes as Ace Montana frantically drops the Fire Extinguisher and charges at a blinded Paul Burchill. Ace Montana hits Paul Burchill with a hard Clothesline. Paul Burchill hits the turnbuckle, slumping slightly. Paul Burchill screams as he begins to swing blindly. Paul Burchill accidentally hits the ref squarely in the chin, knocking him over the ropes to the outside. Ace Montana laughs at Paul Burchill then turns round to see Brian Jacobi starting to get up. Ace Montana goes over and grabs the Fire Extinguisher and waits for Brian Jacobi to stand up. Brian Jacobi gets to his feet and Ace Montana charges at him with the Fire Extinguisher, hitting Brian Jacobi in the head. Brian Jacobi rolls outside as is busted open as Paybe laughs again. Paul Burchill rubs his eyes as Ace Montana turns around. Ace Montana kicks Paul Burchill to the midseciton and picks him up on his shoulders, hitting The Royal Flush on Paul Burchill!
JOEY STYLES: Paul Burchill has been broken in two!
Paul Burchill is pushed out of the ring as Brian Jacobi gets to his feet. Brian Jacobi, in a rage, punches Paul Burchill in the head, then slams him into the steel stairs. Brian Jacobi glares at Ace Montana in the ring and rolls back in. The two men circle each other. Ace Montana picks the fire extinguisher back up and charges Brian Jacobi. Brian Jacobi sees it coming and avoids it, hitting a drop toe kick on Ace Montana. Ace Montana hits the mat and the Fire Extinguisher bounces off the mat and between the ropes to the ringside floor. Brian Jacobi gets back up as Ace Montana is holding his face. Brian Jacobi kicks Ace Montana in the back of the head a few times before going to look for Paul Burchill. He sees Paul Burchill on the ringside floor holding his back and goes back to Ace Montana. Brian Jacobi pulls Ace Montana up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Brian Jacobi climbs up with him and sets up for a Superplex. Brian Jacobi goes for the Superplex but Ace Montana counters. Brian Jacobi hits Ace Montana in the gut and tries again but Ace Montana counters again. Ace Montana hits Brian Jacobi in the gut and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Ace Montana leaps off the turnbuckle and hits Brian Jacobi with an elbow drop. Ace Montana lifts Brian Jacobi up Military Press style and goes to throw him through over the ropes but Paul Burchill grabs Ace Montana's feet from the outside and pulls him under the ropes. Brian Jacobi goes crashing to the mat and lands near the middle of the ring. Paul Burchill rams Ace Montana's head into the crowd barrier. He does this a few more times, busting Ace Montana open. Ace Montana elbows Paul Burchill in the gut and shoots him towards the ring. Paul Burchill hits the ring and staggers forward a step. Ace Montana runs charges Paul Burchill and hits The Flop ON Paul Burchill. Paul Burchill is laying on the floor as Ace Montana walks over to him holding his head. Ace Montana starts to pull Paul Burchill up. Brian Jacobi is getting to his feet slowly by this time in the ring. Ace Montana starts to lay into Apocalyps hard with the rights. Paul Burchill grabs Ace Montana's head and rams it into the ring post. Brian Jacobi runs over to the ring post and hits a Baseball Slide under the ropes and gets Paul Burchill knocking him back against the crowd barrier. Brian Jacobi slides out and goes to hit Paul Burchill with a right but Paul Burchill blocks and hits Brian Jacobi with a right of his own. Paul Burchill bounces Brian Jacobi' head off the apron. Ace Montana gets up slowly and Paul Burchill goes over to attack him but Ace Montana blocks Paul Burchill's punch and hits Paul Burchill in the gut. Ace Montana rams Paul Burchill's head into the ring post and Paul Burchill goes down. Ace Montana picks Brian Jacobi up and rolls him into the ring. Ace Montana follows him into the ring and pulls Brian Jacobi up. Ace Montana locks a Sleeper on Brian Jacobi and holds it on. Brian Jacobi starts to fall unconcious. Paul Burchill rolls back in the ring and hits a boot to Ace Montana's head, breaking the hold.
JOEY STYLES: And Paul Burchill makes the save, looking to put some damage on Ace.
P. LICKIN: I'd put some damage on Cassidy's ass if I could...
Paul Burchill picks Ace Montana up as Brian Jacobi rolls over to the turnbuckle and pulls himself up. Paul Burchill grabs Ace Montana by the throat for a chokeslam, but Ace Montana kicks Paul Burchill to the midsection and hits The Royal Flush ON Paul Burchill! Brian Jacobi is on the turnbuckle and jumps off as Ace Montana turns around, but Ace steps to the side, and Brian Jacobi hits nothing but the mat. Ace Montana rolls outside and slides in a ladder, then comes back in. Paul Burchill starts to get up, but Ace Montana grabs him by the head, and tosses the exhausted wrestler out of the ring over the top rope. Ace Montana sets up the ladder. Brian Jacobi starts to get up. Ace Montana charges and htis a double ax-handle to his back, then spins Brian Jacobi around and hits The Royal Flush on Brian Jacobi! Ace Montana has a big smile on his face as he whipes the sweat off his forehead and the blood on his hands on his tights, then climbs the ladder and grabs the suitcase! The bell rings!
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The capacity VWF Crowd rises to their feet as Cisco and Johnny Aggression each stand in their corners staring at each other. The bells rings. Each man takes a step forward. Cisco and Johnny Aggression both look towards the crowd, listening to the many Cisco Kid chants. Cisco jumps to the turnbuckle and points to the crowd as the chant gets louder. Johnny Aggression looks infuriated. Johnny Aggression punches the turnbuckle and glares as Cisco jumps off his turnbuckle. Johnny Aggression and Cisco both charge toward each other and lock up. Johnny Aggression powers Cisco forward, knocking him to the mat. Johnny Aggression growls at Cisco and flexes. Cisco gets up and goes to lock up again. Johnny Aggression again powers Cisco backward, throwing him to the mat. Johnny Aggression stomps his feet and points at himself as the crowd boos. Cisco gets up a third time and locks up with Johnny Aggression, but this time hits an arm drag. Johnny Aggression gets up, again angry.
JOEY STYLES: Johnny had better calm down, or Cisco is going to beat him mentally.
P. LICKIN: Whatever.
Johnny Aggression charges at Cisco, but Cisco ducks to the side and hits a dropkick, knocking Johnny Aggression into the turnbuckle. Johnny Aggression turns around as Cisco lays into him with a few rights. Johnny Aggression blocks finally, and kicks Cisco to the midsection. Johnny Aggression throws Cisco into the turnbuckle and begins to hit a few back elbows. Johnny Aggression whips Cisco into the opposite turnbuckle. Cisco staggers back out, and Johnny Aggression hits a clothesline, taking the champion down. Johnny Aggression covers. The ref counts 1.. kickout! Johnny Aggression puts his boot on Cisco's head and grinds it in. The ref shouts for Johnny Aggression to release it. Johnny Aggression holds up his hands and walks back a few steps. Cisco rolls over, and Johnny Aggression kicks him in the face. Johnny Aggression covers. 1.. kickout! Johnny Aggression yells at the ref to count faster as he tries to end this match quickly. Johnny Aggression picks Cisco up and whips him into the ropes. Johnny Aggression hits another clothesline, again taking the champion down. The fans boo as Johnny Aggression nods in approval. Johnny Aggression flips off a fan in the front row, who yells back at Johnny Aggression, saying that Johnny Aggression is a coward. Johnny Aggression rolls out of the ring and gets in the fan's face. The fan tell Johnny Aggression to go screw himself, and Johnny Aggression punches the fan hard in the face. The fans boo louder, and a couple throw popcorn at Johnny Aggression as he screams at them all to respect him. Johnny Aggression turns around, just in time to see Cisco jump over the ropes hitting a springboard cross-body on Johnny Aggression, taking him down to the delight of the crowd. Cisco gets to his feet as Johnny Aggression rolls to his knees. Cisco runs at Johnny Aggression and hits a enzuirigi, because I probably spelled that way wrong. Cisco picks Johnny Aggression up by the head and shoots him into the crowd barrier. Cisco runs at Johnny Aggression and clotheslines Johnny Aggression over the barrier into the crowd. Some of the fans around the two men begin chanting CIS-CO KID! CIS-CO KID! as the two men begin to pick themselves up. Johnny Aggression grabs Cisco and throws him back over the crowd barrier and picks up a chair. Johnny Aggression hits a fan with a Smart A$$ t-shirt on over the head and throws the chair at the fan's mother. Johnny Aggression goes over the crowd barrier as the fans scream and boo Johnny Aggression. Johnny Aggression goes to grab Cisco's head, but Cisco elbows Johnny Aggression to the midsection and hits a headlock takedown. Cisco knees Johnny Aggression in the back. Johnny Aggression stands back up holding his back and rolls in the ring, heading for higher ground. Cisco ascends the turnbuckle as Johnny Aggression stands up in the ring. Johnny Aggression turns around as Cisco jumps off, attempting an ax-handle drop. Johnny Aggression sidesteps it and hits a knee lift, putting the VWF Champion down. Johnny Aggression covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Johnny Aggression glares at the ref and covers again, hooking the leg. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Johnny Aggression again glares at the ref and gets in his face. Cisco reaches up as the two men argue and grabs Johnny Aggression, rolling him up with a schoolboy. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Johnny Aggression is livid as the two men get up.
JOEY STYLES: There's that anger again!
P. LICKIN: Why don't you give him a sensual massage if you're that worried...
Johnny Aggression goes for a clothesline, but Cisco ducks and kicks Johnny Aggression to the back of the head. Johnny Aggression staggers and Cisco hits a bulldog. Cisco covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Cisco locks in a sleeper as Johnny Aggression reaches out for the ropes. The ref checks with Johnny Aggression, who elbows Cisco back in the head. Johnny Aggression elbows again, then a third time, but Cisco won't break the hold. Johnny Aggression elbows one more time, then rolls over, pulling Cisco into the ropes. Cisco breaks the hold. Johnny Aggression gets to his feet as Cisco charges Johnny Aggression. Johnny Aggression sidesteps Cisco and throws him over the ropes to the outside, but Cisco is able to land on the apron and turn around. Johnny Aggression charges Cisco and tries a big right, but Cisco ducks and hits a shoulder block to Johnny Aggression's midsection. Cisco jumps over the ropes and hits a sunset flip and covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Johnny Aggression rolls outside to stop the momentum. The fans cheer Cisco on as Johnny Aggression shakes his head and looks around at the VWF Arena. Johnny Aggression hears the cheers again, and his eyes turn black. Johnny Aggression looks at Cisco standing on the turnbuckle, raising his arms up towards the fans, and and Johnny Aggression rolls back in the ring. Johnny Aggression hits Cisco from behind on the turnbuckle, and hits a backdrop suplex. Johnny Aggression picks Cisco up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Johnny Aggressions hits a big splash in the corner, and shoots Cisco into the opposite turnbuckle. Johnny Aggressions hits another splash, then hits a scoop slam on Cisco. Johnny Aggression goes to the ropes and hits a running leg-drop. Johnny Aggression picks Cisco up. Cisco hits an elbow to Johnny Aggression's midsection, but Johnny Aggression clubs Cisco over the back with a big forearm. Johnny Aggression sets Cisco up for The Crucifiction, but as Johnny Aggression picks Cisco up, Cisco hits Johnny Aggression in the head once, twice, three times. Cisco falls back, hitting a hurcanarana on Johnny Aggression, and dumping him through the ropes to the outside. The fans cheer as Johnny Aggression and Cisco get to their feet. Johnny Aggression turns around, and Cisco hits a slingshot dropkick on Johnny Aggression, knocking him into the steel steps with a loud thud. Both men are down as the crowd comes to their feet. The ref begins to count the two men out 1.. 2.. 3.. Cisco begins to stir. 4.. 5.. Johnny Aggression gets to his feet.
JOEY STYLES: Almost a count out there...
Johnny Aggression grabs Cisco and rolls him in the ring. Johnny Aggression follows and locks in a chinlock. Cisco rolls backwards towards Johnny Aggression and knees him in the head. Johnny Aggression falls back on the mat and Cisco covers. The ref counts 1..2.. kickout! Cisco and Johnny Aggression both get to their feet. Johnny Aggression grabs Cisco, but Cisco armdrags Johnny Aggression to the mat. Johnny Aggression reaches back and pokes Cisco in the eye, then turns around and hits a chop to the chest. Johnny Aggression shoots Cisco into the ropes and hits The End on Cisco Kid! Johnny Aggression nods and motions that it's all over as the crowd boos loudly. Cisco holds his back as Johnny Aggression motions for Cisco to get to his feet. Cisco wearily gets to his feet. Johnny Aggression kicks Cisco to the midsection and hits THE SNAPSHOT ON CISCO KID! Johnny Aggression has a huge grin on his face as he cockily stands back and revels in this moment. Johnny Aggression rolls outside and grabs the Cabo Wabo Heavyweight Championship and rolls back in the ring. Johnny Aggression puts it in Cisco's face and screams "Take a picture of THIS!" drops the belt, picks Cisco up and hits ANOTHER Snapshot on Cisco Kid! Johnny Aggression covers. The ref counts 1...2...3...
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((("Buttons" by PCD plays and the fans are cheering in anticipation for the match to come. Mizz Laci appears at the top of the ramp in a white blouse and a tight black skirt. A small group of muscular men surround her and lift her to their shoulders, carrying her down to the ring. They set her gently on the ring apron and she climbs into the ring as her entourage retreats to the back. She poses for the fans and flash bulbs go off like crazy throughout the arena. "Girl Like That" by Eleventh Hour hits and again the arena is filled with cheers as Cheyenne appears at the top of the ramp with "All That" Lee Ryan at her side. He holds her hand up and points to her as pyros go off on either side of the ramp. They walk confidently down to the ring. Lee Ryan walks her up the steps to the apron and parts the ropes for her to enter, then steps inside as well. They pose in the center of the ring as Mizz Laci retreats to the outside and more flash bulbs go off. Finally, the VWF Halloween Massacre theme song plays and Brianna Singer appears at the top of the ramp followed by the roar of the crowd. The VWF Women's Championship is strapped around her waist and reflects the colors of the various pyros that go off around her. She struts down to the ring and slides under the ropes and poses in the middle of the ring as Lee Ryan and Cheyenne step aside. Brianna holds the title up over her head triumphantly as she poses and the cameras go wild again. The crowd is still roaring as Mizz Laci enters the ring behind the ref, who takes the belt from Brianna and holds it up to parade it around the ring before handing it off to the time keeper.)))
Joey Styles: I dare say that Cheyenne has earned a new level of respect from both her competitors in this match, P.
P. Lickin: They've all earned a new level of respect in my pants, that's for sure.
(((The bell rings and all three ladies circle as Lee Ryan heads back up the ramp. Laci and Brianna nod to eachother and attack Cheyenne with kicks and punches that send her into a corner. They continue to beat on her until she is sitting in the corner, then back up to the opposite corner. Mizz Laci whips Brianna Singer across the ring and she connects with a bronco buster on Cheyenne. She dismounts and puts a few more boots to her. Then Mizz Laci charges across and hits a dropkick to the chest on Cheyenne in the corner.)))
Joey Styles: It seems as though Mizz Laci and Brianna Singer have formed a temporary alliance against Chayenne!
P. Lickin: I wonder what I'd have to do to get double teamed... no, make that triple teamed!
(((They haul Cheyenne out of the corner and set her up for a double suplex, but Cheyenne manages to block it, then turn it into a double DDT on both Brianna Singer and Mizz Laci! The crowd goes wild as all three women slowly got to their feet. Cheyenne kicks Laci in the stomach and whips her into the ropes. Brianna takes a shot at Cheyenne, who ducks and steps behind her and shoves her forward, right into Laci who is rebounding from the ropes. The women collide and knock heads, sending Brianna to the mat. Cheyenne goes to the ropes and Laci charges after her. They both hit a closeline and go down. Brianna gets up and sees both women down. She seems to consider for a moment, then pulls Mizz Laci up by the hair, who seems less than pleased by Brianna's choice. The two women begin trading punches as Cheyenne crawls over to a corner to catch her breath.)))
Joey Styles: It looks like Cheyenne has turned the tables on the temporary alliance.
P. Lickin: Last night I turned the tables on your mom.
Joey Styles: Damnit! That's eno...
P. Lickin: And tonight I'm gonna turn her on the table. WOO!
(((Cheyenne scales the top turnbuckle and whistles to get the other women's attention, then launches a missle drop kick that sends Brianna to the arena floor and clips enough of Mizz Laci to knock her to the mat. Cheyenne gets up and pulls Laci up by the hair. She maintains her lock on the hair and begins ramming her knee into Laci's head. In one smooth motion she locks Mizz Laci in a side headlock and drops her for a DDT. She rolls over and begins undoing the buttons of Laci's blouse, but Brianna Singer comes crashing down from the top rope with an elbow smash to the back of Cheyenne's head! Brianna is up quickly and drops a knee to the head. She's up again and pulls Cheyenne up, only to hit a viscious pile driver on Cheyenne! She puts a few more boots to Cheyenne before pulling her up and whipping her to the ropes. Brianna drops her head for a back body drop, but Cheyenne dives over her back, grabbing the bottom of her skirt as she goes over and pulling it down to her ankles! Brianna falls forward and Cheyenne holds the skirt up in triumph, eliciting a raucous cheer from the crowd.)))
Joey Styles: Brianna Singer is almost out of this match now, P. What a move! Cheyenne has found some inventive ways to remove clothing in these matches!
P. Lickin: I gave her some tips after spending the night with your mom.
(((Cheyenne goes to the ropes and tosses the skirt to some fans, then turns and closelined out of the ring by Brianna Singer! Brianna flips her off, then turns and gets a big kiss planted on her by Mizz Laci as the crowd goes wild and starts chanting, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Laci breaks off the kiss and Brianna wipes her mouth in disgust. Laci looks amused, then spits and hits Brianna with a dropkick that ties her up in the ropes. Laci gets up and realizes Brianna's predicament and begins strutting around the ring with a cruel grin. She stops and faces Brianna, then slides her hand down her skirt as the fans go crazy. But before she can do anything, two hands snake around Brianna's waist and up to her ample chest and squeeze. Brianna looks horrified but Laci just looks angry as Cheyenne slides into the ring between Brianna's legs. Laci pounces on her by kicking her in the head. Cheyenne sits up and Brianna is able to lock in a head scissors on Cheyenne! Laci kicks Cheyenne in the stomach a few times, then grabs her skin tight shorts and rips them off, revealing a hot pink thong with the words "All That... And More" on the front! The crowd goes wild as Cheyenne thrashes around, trying to break the head scissors.)))
Joey Styles: Now this match is really starting to get interesting.
P. Lickin: Both hands on top of the table Styles!
(((Mizz Laci climbs to the top turnbuckle on the same side of the ring as Cheyenne manages to leverage herself to her feet, stretching Brianna Singer out. Mizz Laci flies off the top and connects with a high cross body on Brianna Singer! Cheyenne is freed of the head scissors and drops to her knees, gasping for air. Mizz Laci is rolling around on the mat, holding her mid section. Brianna Singer is untangled from the ropes and rolls out of the ring to the arena floor. Cheyenne gets up first and starts putting the boots to Mizz Laci. She drags her to the middle of the ring, rolls her onto her stomach and sits on her back. Then she grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back with her left hand while she jams her right one into her thong. She pulls it back out and slides two fingers into Laci's mouth, who seems... pleased! But then Cheyenne shoves them down her throat, choking her Mizz Laci out! She pulls her hand out of Laci's mouth and lets go of her hair. She grabs Laci's blouse by the shoulders and rips it free, revealing a white lace bra. The men in the crowd are cheering wildly. As Laci gets to her hands and knees, Cheyenne wraps the white blouse around Laci's neck and starts choking her with it. She hauls her to her feet and whips her over to the ropes and over the top while maintaining her grip on the shirt, and Mizz Laci dangles from the top rope, choking! Brianna Singer gets up and sees Laci hanging there, and rips her skirt off, only to find out that Mizz Laci has no panties on!)))
Joey Styles: Oh my God! How do you lose a bra and panties match if you aren't wearing any panties?
P. Lickin: Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!
(((Brianna motions for the ref to ring the bell, but the ref explains the rule and shrugs. Brianna grabs a chair and bashes Laci in the stomach, then drops it. She reaches under the ropes and grabs Cheyenne's ankles and pulls her out of the ring, releasing Laci from the chokehold. Laci falls to the arena floor and doesn't move. The men at ringside are furiously taking as many pictures as they can. One guy is even making a sketch. Cheyenne and Brianna take turns punching eachother until Cheyenne gets the upper hand by kneeing Brianna in the stomach. She hooks her up for a DDT onto the chair! But Brianna blocks it, picks Cheyenne up behind the legs and turns it into a spinebuster on the chair! Brianna litterally drags Cheyenne over to where Laci is laying and shoves her face in Laci's crotch! Cheyenne thrashes wildly to escape and Mizz Laci actually smiles despite her present condition! Cheyenne breaks the hold as she accidentally elbows Brianna in the face. She elbows her a few more times, then shoves Brianna's face between Mizz Laci's legs! This time, Mizz Laci reaches down and rubs Brianna's head! Cheyenne hops up and drops a knee to Laci's head. She gets back up at the same time as Brianna Singer. Brianna and Cheyenne start trading lefts and rights. Cheyenne gets the upper hand by kicking Brianna in the stomach. Just then, Laci gets up and laces a big superkick to Brianna's face! Brianna staggers back against the crowd barrier and watches as Cheyenne, who has picked up a chair, smashes it over Laci's head! She turns on Brianna and lifts the chair up, but as she brings it down, Brianna hits a dropkick out of no where that hits the chair and smashes it into Cheyenne's face! Then Brianna gets a thoughtful look on her face. She retrieves Laci's discarded skirt and puts it on, then reaches up it and wiggles her way out of her own thong. She walks over to Laci and starts putting them onto Laci! Cheyenne gets to her hands and knees and slowly starts crawling toward them. Brianna manages to get the thong up to her knees before Laci starts coming around and kicking her feet when she realizes what is happening. Cheyenne gets to her feet and gets into the ring, shouting at Brianna. Brianna looks up, nods, and smashes Laci over the head with one of her own high heels. She picks laci up in a fireman's carry and sets her up on the ring apron where Cheyenne ties her arms up in the ropes. As Laci starts coming around again, she realizes she is trapped. Cheyenne slips out of the ring and furiously starts working the thong up Laci's legs as Laci thrashes about with all her might to stop her. Brianna steps back, annalyzes the situation, then grabs the chair and hits Cheyenne across the back! As Cheyenne staggers, Brianna grabs her top and rips it off!)))
Joey Styles: Oh my God! Cheyenne is eliminated! All Brianna has to do is get that thong on Mizz Laci and this match is over!
P. Lickin: NO! NOT THAT!
Joey Styles: I don't think anyone has ever had to put clothing on an opponent to win a match before.
(((Brianna turns on Laci and starts trying to get the thong on her. Infuriated, Cheyenne gets in the ring and frees her arms from the ropes! Laci hops off the apron and begins trading punches with Brianna! Cheyenne slingshots herself over the top rope and hits Brianna with a high cross body on the outside! Both women tumble to the ground and Mizz Laci stands tauntingly over them both. As a ref runs down the ramp from the back, she reaches down, grabs Brianna's top and rips it free! The bell rings, signifying that the match is over! Laci kneels down and reaches one hand up Brianna's skirt, the other down Cheyenne's thong, then starts licking her fingers on both hands as she stands up. The ref comes over with the belt and Mizz Laci holds her hands out expectantly, but the ref raises Brianna Singer's hand in victory instead!)))
Ring Announcer: Because Mizz Laci was improperly attired for this match, she has been disqualified, making Brianna Singer the winner, and STILL VWF Women's Champion!
(((Brianna Singer slowly gets up as the ref argues with Mizz Laci. Brianna waffles her over the head with the women's championship belt. Laci's knees buckle, and she collapses straight down... over Cheyenne's face! Both women seem to be out and lay motionless until Lee Ryan comes down and rolls Laci off of Cheyenne, who is laying there with a smile on her face! Lee Ryan helps Cheyenne up and to the back as Mizz Laci finally gets up. She staggers to the back with the help of both referees. 
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Suffa by Hed blasts as DBR makes his way down the last of ramp way slapping elated out stretched hands before he rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, rolling to his knees in the middle of the VWF logo, he jumps to his feet and holds his right hand palm outstretched - towards the agitated and excited members of the crowd, as if feeling the air and electricity that pulses from their drastically non-unified chants. DBR thrusts both arms into the air and the two ring posts and the apron behind him all erupt into a huge wall of flame that makes a silhouette out of him but lights the entire arena. DBR steps back into the corner, he tightens the “FTW” belt buckle clasping his black leather belt and he cracks his neck. DBR stands back in his corner - his sadistic smile turns to an expression of cold calculating and methodically evil stone as he awaits for….
Coma Black slowly rises on the PA as the lights go out, and lightning strikes setting the ramp and the ring surroundings on fire. Caretaker emerges from the curtains in his robe and slowly makes his way to the ring on his carriage. He walks up the steps and raises the lights and enstuguishes the fires, and gets in the ring and takes his robe off, which reveals his bandaged arm. DBR gets out his knife and licks it….
P. Lickin: He thinks that’s a cock or something?
Styles: This match writer just HAD to say he licked it didn’t he?
The referee immediately orders DBR to toss his knife away, DBR tries to intimidate the ref and CT takes advantage and big boots him down. The ref picks the knife up and calls for the bell and exits the ring with the knife.
CT kicks away at DBR’s head and gives him lefts.
Styles: CT’s right arm was stabbed last week, so it’s natural he probably won’t be able to use it in the match. He’s fucking handicapped!
P. Lickin: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CT just continually unleashes his rage on DBR who struggles to get up. He keeps tryuing to kicks CT’s right arm but CT pulls him up and delivers a hard left. DBR is already bleeding from his mouth. CT pulls DBR up and throws him into the corners and begins to choke him as his eyes begin to disappear in lightning and fire as the arena continues to quack and go dark. The ref pulls CT off which causes the arena to go back to normal…
Styles: What about his eyes?
P. Lickin: Who cares!?
DBR delivers a right to CT’s face, which does nothing but piss CT off as CT kicks him in the gut and sets him up on top of the turnbuckle and grabs his neck for a chokeslam onto the outside mat but is having trouble since he not left handed. DBR seizes his opportunity throws CT over the top rope, luckily CT lands on his left side. He gets up quickly and gets back in the ring and clotheslines DBR down and again and delivers a leg drop and goes for the pin.
1……2……..kickout.
Styles: Damn.
CT helps DBR up only to deliver a knee to his head and punch his face with his left arm. CT whips DBR and Big Boots him and gets another 2 count.
CT pulls DBR up and elbows him and delivers a falling chokehold with is left arm. CT hurts his right arm a bit but continues on but DBR rakes CT in his eyes and then spits blood in his eyes and attempts a Carr Wrecked but CT counters out of it and grabs his neck with his right arm and goes for the Gravedigger but as he lifts him his bandage begins to bleed violet blood as CT lets him down in pain and DBVR this time succeeds in the Carr Wrecked but so much of CT’s blood splashes into his face that he is blinded to attempt a pin.
Styles: CT must still be wounded from his torture from weeks ago.
P. Lickin: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CT clotheslines DBR down but then is met with an out of nowhere slash by Vashti across his chest. It is so sudden that the ref does not even notice it. DBR connects with a right and a tornado DDT and goes for a pin but CT kicks out after 2.
DBR pulls him up and delivers a big power bomb but CT gets right back up. CT goes for a few shots to the face but DBR has them scouted and dodges them both. They lock up, and DBR knees CT in the gut. DBR begins to slam CT’s head on the mat over and over. Vashti appears again and this time takes the referee with him to whatever dimension he is coming from.
DBR turned around…confused…but not really…and picks up CT to his feet and delivered a few elbow blows and kept pushing him…shoving him and looking behind him…Caretaker is slowly recuperating and begins to fight back but DBR delivers the Carr Bomb on CT. DBR exits the ring and gets his knife which the ref stupidly left on the announcer’s table. He….is now fired. Probably literally fired wherever the fuck he was taken to. But fired nonetheless.
Suddenly the arena lights flicker and begin to turn red as Vashti appears and shoves DBR outside of the ring and ignites fire surrounding the entire arena. Vashti then throws DBR’s knife which somehow hits J0k0r who is seen walking up the arena steps to get some cotton candy with two pennies and a prescription pad.
P. Lickin and Styles and everyone in the arena and the VWF roster: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Viking King: (in his office) Who the fuck was that?
Vashti appears to be severely wounded and scarred from whatever CT did to him weeks ago. CT gets up and the two of them fight. The crowd is clearly in CT’s corner. Vashti slashes CT’s right arm which falls off with CT screaming in pain and agony. CT grabs Vashti’s gut and suddenly he has Vashti under his flaw. Vashti then summons fire from the ceiling, but CT lets go and diverts it into a flaming bolt as both of them fight for control of it. The control becomes like a pendulum as it swings left and right between both of their strengths
Vashti keeps mumbling “surrender” but then CT’s right arm suddenly grows back as his old arm begins to fade away. CT now uses both of his arms and Vashti quickly becomes unmatched and falls but after he falls he fires his crystals into CT eyes which causes them to bleed incredibly as CT falls.
The Army of Devastation appears suddenly from a cloud of smoke.
Vashti: My….ARMY! Behold and witness! Your so-called “commander” is now but a yield to our real future! And as your former comrade and your now present commander, if anyone shall chance at the opportunity to defy the present states, arise to me now and prove your worth and loyalty, or fall by my hands!
A soldier falls from above to challenge Vashti.
Vashti: Very well….
Vashti kicks the soldier who counters back with a punch and blocks Vashti’s next hit and puts Vashti in a chokehold and throws him into the flames as Vashti burns.
Vashti: Impressive, you are indeed a loyal and worthy opponent, but you did not come prepared.
Vashti flips into the air and ends up behind the soldier and slashes his throat with his nails as the soldier falls. The Army then sighs in realization that they were all betrayed by Vashti and soon surround him.
Vashti: At ease! ALL OF YOU!
More of the Army is seen walking from the arena entrances.
Vashti: Do all of you believe in yourselves that much?
Vashti then grabs CT and holds him hostage.
Vashti: Do as I command and yield! NOW!
The Army begins to step back and kneel…
Vashti: That’s right….your commander has spoken. And now he has expired forever!
Vashti then throws his hand into CT’s chest and then throws more of his crystals into the open hole as it begins to glow brightly. CT begins to shrill and suffer as his skin begins to flash on and off, though there seems to be no skeleton inside of him. Skulls begins to fly out and scream as they all fade out. The entire Army begins to die in the process and Vashti’s strength begins to weaken but hangs on until CT is completely drained.
Then a huge wind begins to ensue and storms with the fires all beginning to exterminate. A cloud covers CT as what looks like a soul begins to become sucked out of him and begins to fly randomly everywhere and is then engulfed by Vashti who finally lets go as the wind calms and the arena turns back to normal. As the cloud clears it reveals a young boy crying and shivering and confused. Vashti is weak as the two of them glare into each other’s eyes. The young boy is Thomas Halloway, reported to have been missing for over 100 years and was rumored to have ESP and unintentional Medium gifts.
Thomas apparently became possessed by the first ghost he ever became affiliated with only known as Vermin, and in return of Halloway’s cooperation in bringing Vermin justice for his murder, he gave Halloway eternal life and incredible power by possessing him and vowed to avenge Halloway’s family’s murder onto Mark Caloway. A goal that was succeeded in the VWF, but Vermin began to become addicted to possessing Thomas and in doing so, failed to escape the prison his desire and Thomas’s vulnerability had created. Many bodies and victims have been slain and have suffered to this day from this simple mistake.
Vashti, upon learning of this legend felt betrayed by Caretaker and vowed revenge.
Thomas suddenly begins to age rapidly. He was…after all…born in the 19th century. His flesh all wrinkled, his lips swollen, soon he nothing but bones and barely breathing muscle. Thomas eventually dies in the ring. He lies out as everyone can not believe their eyes. Caretaker is officially….dead. There is nothing left inside of him to possess anymore, his spirit was eaten within Vermin, who is now inside of Vashti, as he begins to age as well and eventually his torso tears him in half as Vermin and Caretaker’s soul flies around and commits suicide after discovering his dead Army and worst of all….his dead corpse.
Vashti is defeated, but so is the victor. The crowd can not believe their eyes, and everyone in the locker room is seen in just shock and some are even vomiting from the display. Caretaker is no more. There is no more Army, and no more anything from the world between Heaven, Earth and Hell. Perhaps there will be some survivors, which we have yet to see. If so, this complex display may just be the beginning of many pointless augments.
Everyone is now nothing but a pile of bloody dirt. When they are swept, where will they be placed? Who knows? This brings an ending to many things. But an ending can not be completed without a beginning; just as a beginning cannot be completed without an ending. DBR keeps his title, and everyone will fight for their honor. Everyone who knew Thomas Halloway will have carved in some way either mentally or physically his very legacy.
And he probably as usual will leave us with his final words…..
……………………..Take Care………………………….
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JOEY STYLES: This could be interesting, there's a lot of bad blood
between these four men.
P. LICKIN: I think they ought to be concentrating on making sure the
blood stays in their bodies.
JOEY STYLES: Fair point. And with The Intercontinental Title on the
line, it can only intensify things.
P. LICKIN: What's the point in flavoured condoms?
JOEY STYLES: ...
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The crowd have settled down to background noise when all the
lights go out. The arena sits in darkness for a moment before "Selfish
Man" by Flogging Molly hits over the PA system and a giant celtic tri
knot shines on the top of the ramp. The fans cheer as Mighty Mick emerges
from backstage and heads for the ring, high fiving fans on his way
down. The lights began to fade back on as Mick slides in the ring and
throws his hat ringside. The lights dim again and thunder can be heard
around the arena. The crowd erupts as "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder blasts
throughout the arena. The lights begin to flash dark red and a red
lightning bolt strikes the top of the ramp. When the smoke clears, Crimson
Lightning is stood there with his hands on his waste and one half of
The Tag Team Championship around his waste. Crimson makes his way to the
ring, climbs onto a turnbuckle and dances for the cheering crowd. As
Crimson gets down from the turnbuckle he exchanges glances with Mick,
then moves to a corner under the ref's instruction. Before the lights fade
back up, Nerf Herder is cut out by "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue and
blue lasers shoot across the arena soon followed strobes at the top of
the ramp. The ring entrance lights up revealing the sillhouette of Dr.
Feelgood, posing at the top of the ramp. Pyro's explode as Feelgood
begins walking to the ring, once there he leaps onto a turnbuckle and
points to the fans. He repeats it on the opposite turnbuckle before stepping
into the centre of the ring and posing one more time to the explosion
of corner post pyro's. As his music fades and the lights come back on,
Feelgood and Crimson stand in opposite corners not taking their eyes
off of each other. The first chords of "Stockholme Syndrome" by blink-182
ring out across the arena as the fans get back to their feet
screaming. Pyro's explode as the song kicks into gear and The Vox appears from
the back with The Intercontinental Title hanging from his right hand. He
heads straight for the ring, not taking his eyes off his opponents. He
slides in, jumps up onto a turnbuckle and thrusts the belt into the
air as the fans scream and cheer. He does the same on the opposite
turnbuckle before jumping down as his music fades out. He hands the belt to
the ref and moves into his corner as the cage is lowered into place.
Feelgood and Crimson are still locked in an unblinking stare but Mighty
Mick is staring straight at Vox. Vox returns the favour when the bell
finally rings. No one moves at first, then Crimson and Feelgood start
trash talking each other. This is emulated in the opposite corners by Vox
and Mick. Both pairs start to walk towards each other shouting and
talking trash to each other, when all four men meet in the middle of the
ring and the shouting intensifies. At the same time, all four men go to
hit their respective rival, but as they all moved at the same time, no
one hits who they meant to. Vox hits Feelgood, who immediately does Vox
the same honour by returning the blow. Vox and Feelgood begin trading
punches all the way back to the corner. Meanwhile, Crimson accidently hit
Mick and the two of them are trading blows in the middle of the ring.
Feelgood gets the advantage over Vox and shoulder barges him into the
turnbuckle. Feelgood takes a step back and kicks Vox in the gut, causing
Vox to crease up a little. Crimson goes to shoot Mick into the ropes
but Mick reverses it. Crimson comes off of the ropes and ducks under a
clothesline attempt from Mighty Mick. Crimson bounces off of the
opposite ropes and nails Mick with spear to the midsection. Crimson gets to
his feet just as Feelgood walks over, leaving Vox against the bottom
turnbuckle holding his stomach. As Crimson gets fully upright, Feelgood
shoves him and gets in his face. More shouting ensues but just as it looks
like their going to come to blows, Vox explodes out of the corner and
takes them both down with a double clothesline. Vox comes to a halt in
the opposite corner and turns around, leaning on the turnbuckle to look
at the three men on the floor in the middle of the ring. All of them
are beggining to get back to their feet.)-)-)
JOEY STYLES: Well so far we haven't had the people who are fueding
fighting each other! (-(-(Mick is the first to get close to been back on his feet, so Vox
targets him. Vox grabs Mick's hair to pull him up but Mick hits Vox in
the gut and pulls off a body slam on Vox. Mick is about to stomp Vox
down when he's grabbed from behind and slammed into the mat by a
belly-to-back suplex from Feelgood. Feelgood locks in a figure four leglock
hold on Mick, Mick tries like hell to reach the ropes. Crimson gets to
his feet and see's Feelgood on the mat with Mick, facing away from
Crimson. Crimson heads for the cage wall and starts to climb, Vox starts to
get up. Crimson gets about halfway up before Vox grabs him and lands a
backdrop from halfway up the cage, Crimson's back slams hard into the
canvas and both men stay down. Feelgood strains to look round to see what
the bang was which allows Mick chance to lever his way out of the hold
and elbow Feelgood in the head. Mick rolls away from Feelgood and gets
to his feet. Feelgood gets up as well, both men walk towards each
other while on the mat, Crimson and Vox begin to get up. Feelgood and Mick
trade punches, Feelgood gets the upperhand and winds back for a big
punch but Mick kicks him in the gut and executes a devestating DDT on him.
Mick goes for a cover. ...1 ...2. Feelgood kicks out. Mick gets to his
feet and just as he's about to pull Feelgood up too, Vox hits him with
a forearm smash and rolls him up in a small package, he manages to get
a foot on the ropes but the ref doesn't see it. ...1 ...2. Crimson
drops an elbow on the back of Vox's neck breaking the pin attempt. Crimson
pulls Vox up and headbutts him, Vox stumbles back against the ropes.
Crimson grabs Vox's arm and shoots him into the opposite side and Vox
bounces back from the ropes. Crimson goes for back body drop but Vox
jumps over Crimson. Vox comes off the ropes again and nails Crimson with a
textbook dropkick. Vox is slow to get to his feet and Mick is first.
Mick pulls Vox up and drags him over to the ropes. Mick bounces Vox's
head off of the cage, as Vox stumbles backwards, Crimson gets him with a
drop toe hold, sending Vox headfirst into Feelgood, both men lay on the
mat. Crimson gets to his feet and squares up with Mighty Mick. Mick
throws the first punch, which Crimson returns. A few closed fists later
and Mick goes goes to shoot Crimson into the ropes, but Crimson reverses
it. Mick comes off the ropes and manages to stop himself as Crimson had
ducked for a back body drop, and gets a boot to the chest from Mick
for his troubles. Mick does a signal to indicate he's about to do The
Devils Dance Floor, his trade mark. He grabs Crimson to send him into the
ropes, Crimson comes off of the ropes but ducks around Mick's
clothesline and hits THE CRIMSON CUTTER!!! Crimson covers Mick. ...1 ...2.
Feelgood breaks the count! Feelgood and Crimson both get to their feet and
slowly walk towards each other. As it looks like their eyes might burn a
hole in each other, Feelgood throws a punch, Crimson takes it well and
sends one of his own back. They trade punches but Feelgood fights
Crimson into the corner. Feelgood goes to shoot Crimson into the opposite
corner and Crimson's back hits the turnbuckle with a thud. Feelgood
charges Crimson but just as Feelgood is about to hit Crimson with a
shoulder tackle, Crimson spins out of the way sending Feelgood head first into
the turnbuckle. Feelgood drops to the mat holding his shoulder,
Crimson leans on the ropes a moment to get his breath, then he starts to
climb the cage.)-)-)
JOEY STYLES: Christ! What's Crimson doing? He can't win this match by
climbing out! (-(-(Crimson climbs the cage, watching Feelgood all the way. He gets
to the top stands, a little shakily on the top. Then does a little
dance for the fans who cheer so loud he almost falls off the cage. Crimson
sizes Feelgood up, and leaps hitting a FROGSPLASH FROM THE TOP OF THE
CAGE!!! Both men are lying motionless on the canvas, it looks like it
took as much out of Crimson as it did out of Feelgood. Mighty Mick rolls
over and throws an arm over Feelgood, managing to hook a leg over as
well. ...1 ...2. Vox breaks the count from out of nowhere with sloppy
axehandle smash to the back of Mick's head. Vox, finding his second wind,
pulls Mick up and begins to lay into him with a barage of hard rights
to the head. Vox shoots Mick into the ropes and on the return hits him
with a clothesline that almost beheads him. Vox gestures to the crowd
who start screaming and cheering as Vox locks in the SCREAM BITCH
SUBMISSION HOLD!!! Mick strains in agony, trying to reach the ropes while Vox
tightens the hold somemore. Mick is able to edge close enough to grab
the bottom rope, Vox reluctantly lets go but not immediately. Vox grabs
Mick's legs and drags him into the middle of the ring and looks to be
going for another Scream Bitch but Mick shoves him away with a kick to
the chest. Vox falls back against the ropes but the kick didn't have
much power in it. Vox pulls Mick to his feet drags him over to the
turnbuckle, where he proceeds to ram Mick's head into to a few times. Vox
goes for a final blow but Mick gets his hands down and blocks it, elbows
Vox in the stomach and gets in a face-to-turnbuckle blow of his own.
Mick locks in a choke hold on Vox, forcing Vox down onto one knee. Mick
looks like his head might explode with the force he's putting into the
hold. At the other side of the ring, Crimson begins to stir on the mat.
Vox holds an arm in the air but it wavres as he struggles to get air
into his lungs. Feelgood starts to move. The fans start making a commotion
as someone comes running down the ramp with a steel chair. Vox gets a
sudden surge of energy and gets back onto his feet, his arm still in
the air, he elbows Mick once, twice, three times and breaks the hold.
Just then the man with chair gets to the cage door, we see it's THE VIKING
KING. Viking swings the door open and slides in with the steel chair.
Viking strides over the stirring bodies of Feelgood and Crimson towards
Mick and Vox, but Vox see's him and with wild eyes starts walking
towards him. Viking holds his hands up in a conciliary fashion and tries to
explain to Vox that he's on his side. Vox looks skeptical but slowly,
breaks into a smile and turns to face Mick, side by side with Viking.
Vox takes one step forward and Viking begins to raise the chair but Vox
spins around, kicks Viking in the midsection and hits THE VOX DROP!!!
Vox shouts at and taunts the unconcious Viking, then, sets the chair out
on the mat and pulls Viking up, setting him up for another Vox Drop
when Mick, who had just been stood in the corner watching it all happen,
hits Vox in the back of the head with a forearm smash. Mick manages to
get Vox in the air and hits a POWERBOMB ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!)-)-)
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD! What is Mick doing?
P. LICKIN: I mean, the only reason you'd have it flavoured, is for the
chick, yeah?
JOEY STYLES: I'm ignoring you now! It'll be interesting to see what the
champion does next.
P. LICKIN: ...But if a chicks putting her mouth there, why wear one?
You don't get babies shooting it in her mou...
JOEY STYLES: OOOKAY! Oh look, a wrestling match!
P. LICKIN: I guess if they were allergic to salt?!
JOEY STYLES: Crimson knows he has to pin someone to win!
P. LICKIN: Although how would that work? EVERYTHING has salt in it!
JOEY STYLES: He's going to jump. Crimson hasn't taken his eyes off of
Feelgood, he's going to jump.
P. LICKIN: Or maybe if they had a phobia of naked coc...
JOEY STYLES: Mick just saved the man who claims to have come out to hit
him with a chair.
P. LICKIN: I once knew someone scared of pink pencil cases.
VIKING: You're winner.... and NEW Intercontinental Champion... MIGHTY.... MICK! (boos) That's right. Boo! Boo all you want you morons. Because that's what Pryde wants you to do! (the boos stop) These three sad sacks in the middle of the ring here, laying in their own blood and sweat as they stare up at the lights, wondering what happened through that haze of pain in the back of their eyes. And that is what The Viking King has felt for the past year. The past year of nothing but pain. The pain of betrayal. The pain of deceit. The pain of knowing that someone trusted turned against you. The Viking King speaks of YOU Logan Rutherford! You! You left The VWF a shambles. The Viking King allowed you to take over. Allowed you to cut your chops. And you did nothing but blunder it all up. And then... finally... after MONTHS of going through shredded documents, erased files and other deceit, The Viking King has discovered that the money you had to bring Pryde to the light of day was STOLEN.
(The crowd starts to boo a little, and "Logan Sucks" chants start up, as the loyal VWF Fans turn on the owner of Pryde...)
VIKING: So The Viking King has been sitting in His office, distracted with bringing back old VWF Superstars to do His dirty work. But what happened? MORE letdowns! The Vox... The Vox was supposed to be His inforcer. And what happens? The Vox is more worried with winning belts, making the boys in the back laugh and putting smiles on faces than taking care of The Viking King's problems. What does Crimson Ligtening and Dr. Feelgood do? After shot after shot that The Viking King gives these two, all they do is wreck and destroy His arena, His ring, His sets... MORE incompetance. More destruction. Well... then it occured to Him. The enemy of His enemy... MUST be His friend. Has Mighty Mick and The Viking King had issues before? Sure. But that's in the past. Because Mighty Mick knows what it's like. Mighty Mick knows what it's like to be held back in Pryde as well. Logan refused to give Mighty Mick the main event shots that he deserved, keeping him down in the mid-card, just because he was the VWF World Heavyweight Champion. And what better way to keep The VWF's rep down than showing that their best can't even get a SHOT at your best. So... why not have Mighty Mick go over and start doing what has happened here in The VWF... Causing some destruction. So... will it be debated if Crimson Lightening... or The Vox... or Dr. Feelgood are a more deserving champion? Sure. But in the eyes of the only person who matters, The Viking King HIMSELF... there is only ONE true Intercontinental Champion. And he is Mighty Mick. The Irish Assassin... The Drunken Warrior... The Intercontinental Champion. So as someone likes to say... Hit HIS music!
("Selfish Man" by Flogging Molly hits, and Mighty Mick, with a smiling sneer on his face and the IC Belt around his waist leave the cage with The Viking King as the crowd boos loudly.
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JOEY STYLES: And now it’s time for the main event.
P. LICKIN: About time, means that the night is almost over.
ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, weighing in at 2000lbs, Rockin Rebel!!
“Keep Away” by Godsmack plays over the PA system and the fans begin to boo. A moment or two passes as Rebel walks out from behind the curtain with a smug grin on his face with the boos still pouring on. He takes a couple of steps and raises his arms up over his head. He stays in this pose for a while before walking down to the ring. He walks over to the steps, climbs up them, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring. Once in the ring, he does the arms up pose again much to the fans dismay. He takes off his Confederate flag bandana, sun glasses, and his trademarked “Rebel Says… FUCK YOU” t-shirt and prepares for his opponents.
JOEY STYLES: Well he certainly looks prepared for this match.
ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, hailing from London England and weighing in at 225lbs, he is the VWF Britannia Heavyweight Champion, “All That” Lee Ryan!!
Screams upon screams echo their way around the VWF arena as the electricity makes its way to boiling point. Just when it sounds like the crowd couldn’t get any louder, the arena lights go out and “The Way You Like It” by Adema blasts from the PA system, the fans erupt into a frenzy of shouting and screaming. The entrance ramp explodes into a war zone of fireworks; from out of the smoke “All That” Lee Ryan emerges to a backlash of chanting from the audience with the VWF Britannia Heavyweight title around his waist. Making his way over to the left hand side of the stage, Lee looks out onto a sea of fans all chanting his name; after a few moments he makes his way to the opposing side of the stage to again take in the tidal wave of admiring supporters. Moving away from the stages edge, Lee Ryan begins his approach to the ring; picking up speed he rushes down, slides under the bottom rope to the centre of the squared circle and without hesitation raises straight to his feet and motions to the corner to climb up them. Looking over the fans at ringside, Lee begins to smile; dropping back to the mat, Lee Ryan removes his championship belt, kisses the gold then hands it over to the official.
JOEY STYLES: I wonder where Cheyenne is.
P. LICKIN: She’s the only thing that makes watching this jerk bearable.
ANNOUNCER: And finally, hailing from the Darkness and weighing in at 275lbs, he is the VWF World Heavyweight Champion, he is Creed!!
Reacting to the announcer’s final words, the arena lights die, plunging the crowd into darkness except for a solitary beam of light descending from the heavens; illuminating an almost sickly green mist rolling off the entrance ramp, seeping ring wards. An eerie static buzzes out of the arena speakers as the lights begin to slowly come back to life; flickering in ever changing shades of green. Jade fire explodes on either side of the stage as Stabbing Westward's “Haunting Me” erupts from the PA system. The crowd are at fever pitch as the leather trench coated figure of Creed steps out through the mist. Turning slowly he takes in the energy offered to him by the baying audience, his sinister intent hidden behind the confines of his dark glasses. Over his right shoulder the VWF World Heavyweight Championship belt hangs, its gold shining in the spotlight. Slowly but deliberately, the Soul Reaver stalks down the ramp towards the ring and his awaiting opponents.
JOEY STYLES: And no Raven accompanying Creed either.
P. LICKIN: Oh for Pete’s sake, what is wrong with these people.
The referee takes the World Heavyweight Championship belt from Creed and with “All That’s” belt hands them to the time keeper.
JOEY STYLES: Now we’re ready to finally get this match underway.
P. LICKIN: About time.
The referee calls for the bell, officially starting the Pay Per Views main event. Rockin Rebel and Creed immediately start to slug it out while “All That” just relaxes in a corner and watches in delight. Rockin Rebel and Creed continue to pound each other until they notice “All That” giving them a standing ovation, he then signals to both of them to come and get him. Creed charges at “All That” and he ducks the clothesline. “All That” tries to clothesline Rockin Rebel but he ducks and starts to tag “All That” with some rights. Rockin Rebel goes for an elbow but “All That” ducks, kicks Rockin Rebel in the gut and hits a vicious snap DDT. Creed charges at “All That” and he ducks another clothesline and hits Creed with the ONE NIGHT STAND!! Jumping quickly back to his feet, “All That” poses for the crowd.
JOEY STYLES: “All That” starting off the match completely dominating Rockin Rebel and the World Heavyweight Champion.
P. LICKIN: Big whoop! He’s heavily outweighed and outclassed. Luck can only get you so far.
While “All That” is posing for the crowd both Rockin Rebel and Creed attack him from behind and shove him into the corner. They both send him into the opposite turnbuckle and Rockin Rebel charges in with a huge clothesline followed by a boot to the face from Creed.
P. LICKIN: See!! Luck only gets you so far…and cockiness less then that.
They pound away on the helpless Britannia Heavyweight Champion then send him to the opposite corner. Creed charges but “All That” takes him down with a huge lariat. Rockin Rebel charges and “All That” spears him to the ground and starts to pound away on him. While “All That” is busy pounding on Rockin Rebel, Creed attacks him from behind. Creed grabs Lee Ryan by the hair, picks him up and delivers a spine tingling powerbomb. Creed goes for the cover, 1…2…Rockin Rebel makes the save!! The World Heavyweight Champion hammers Rockin Rebel about the head a few times before pulling him up and dragging him towards the corner post.
JOEY STYLES: What’s Creed got up his sleeve?
P. LICKIN: Creed doesn’t have any sleeves.
JOEY STYLES: I hate working with you.
P. LICKIN: That’s funny, coz your Mom tells me the exact opposite.
Creed looks to be going for the SOUL REAVER off the top rope. Rockin Rebel starts to fight back and “All That”, regaining his senses, joins in and attacks Creed as well. Now both men hook up Creed and deliver a double superplex on the big man!
JOEY STYLES: Double superplex! Did you see the ring shake on impact?!
P. LICKIN: Yeah, it’s the weight of Rockin Rebels ego.
All three men are down so the Referee begins to count them all out, 1…2…3…4…5…Lee Ryan begins to stir first 6…7… but it’s Rockin Rebel that manages to get up first. He picks up the Britannia Heavyweight Champion and starts to pound away on him. Ryan blocks a shot and begins to fight back. Soon the two start trading blows but with his weight and strength advantage it’s Rockin Rebel that gets the advantage. His last shot staggering him, Rockin Rebel is quick to whip “All That” towards the ropes. Rockin Rebel swings a decapitating clothesline at Ryan but “All That” ducks the attempt and on the rebound hits flying forearm. “All That” picks up Rockin Rebel and hits him with a falcon arrow. Ryan goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!! “All That” picks up Rockin Rebel and hits him with another Snap DDT. But instead of pinning Rockin Rebel, “All That” signals for the LEAP OF FAITH. Ryan begins to climb up the corner post but before he can reach the top, Creed pulls him back down, spins him around and drives him down face first with the SOUL REAVER!!
JOEY STYLES: That’s got to be it!! We’re about to crown a new Britannia Heavyweight Champion!!
P. LICKIN: Finally!! I dislike Creed, but not as much as I hate that punk Ryan.
Creed goes for the cover, 1…2…Rockin Rebel makes the save!!
P. LICKIN: Oh come on!!
Rockin Rebel begins to pull Creed to his feet but gets a punch to the gut for his troubles. The World Heavyweight Champion follows up his punch with a solid boot then runs at the opposing ropes only to get floored with a back elbow. Picking up the Champion, Rockin Rebel, hoists him up in the air and drops him down hard with the REBEL HELL!! But instead of going for the pin, Rockin Rebel picks Creed up and looks to hit a second Hangman DDT.
JOEY STYLES: What’s he doing? He had the first pinfall all wrapped up!!
P. LICKIN: Yeah but he’s a rebel isn’t he.
Rockin Rebel lifts Creed up but at the last minute the Soul Reaver slips out of his grasp. As the two begin to grapple, neither of them notice a recovered “All That” climbing to the top ropes. Ryan leaps off and delivers a picture perfect Moonsault catching both his opponents and rolls them both up for a double pin attempt, 1…2…Rockin Rebel kicks out…3, but Creed doesn’t.
JOEY STYLES: “All That” gets the first pinfall and retains his Britannia Heavyweight title!!
P. LICKIN: No! No! No! This guy is the luckiest SOB I’ve ever seen!!
JOEY STYLES: Well this will fry your noodle, what would have happened if Rockin Rebel hadn’t kicked out? Would that have been the end of the match?
P. LICKIN: I hate you!!
“All That’s” celebration is cut short as he’s nailed from behind by a vicious clothesline from Rockin Rebel that sends him reeling out of the ring. Rockin Rebel follows him to the outside to continue his assault. Picking up the Britannia Champion, he begins to pound him about the head with hammer like blows. Back in the ring, Creed is steadily getting back to his feet. Creed looks down at his two opponents outside and looks out at the crowd who by now are in a near hysteric state of excitement.
JOEY STYLES: I don’t like the look on Creed’s face.
P. LICKIN: I just plain don’t like your face Styles.
The World Heavyweight Champion charges at the ropes, leaps over them and comes crashing down on his unsuspecting challengers.
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!!! Creed must’ve cleared those ropes by a couple of feet!!
Creed pulls himself back to his feet and goes after “All That”. He picks him up but the Britannia Champion crumples back down to the floor clutching at his knee.
JOEY STYLES: I think Creed’s landing has done more damage then even he intended. Lee Ryan looks to have hurt his knee.
P. LICKIN: And what good is a high flyer that can’t even stand up.
A twisted smile grows across Creed’s face as he stamps down on Ryan’s seemingly injured knee causing the challenger to cry out in pain. Turning his attention back to Rockin Rebel, the Soul Reaver grabs a handful of hair and pulls him to his feet. He drags him over to the guardrail and slams his head down hard into the metal repeatedly before finally tossing him back into the ring. Creed climbs to the tope rope, jumps off and comes down with an elbow to Rockin Rebels chest. He goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That was almost a three count.
P. LICKIN: Yeah, more a three and three quarters count.
JOEY STYLES: ….
Creed picks up the battered Rockin Rebel, whips him to the ropes and hits him with a devastating lariat. Creed drags Rockin Rebel back up to his feet, boots him in the guts them nails him with a crucifix powerbomb. Again he goes for the cover 1…2…KICKOUT!! Creed slams the mat in frustration. The Champion slips out of the ring and starts to rummage under the apron.
JOEY STYLES: What’s Creed looking for?
P. LICKIN: A quick way out of here probably and who can blame him, Canada sucks!!
Creed emerges from under the ring pulling something out with him.
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!! Is that a table?
P. LICKIN: Well it sure as hell isn’t a surf board moron!!
The Champion drags out the table and begins to set it up on the outside much to the delight of the fans. Creed slides back into the ring and after punching the challenger a few times signals to the crowd that Rockin Rebel is going through the table the hard way.
JOEY STYLES: No way!! Creed wants to put Rockin Rebel not only through that table but from inside the ring, all the way down to the crash mats outside it!! He’s gonna get himself disqualified!!
P. LICKIN: So what, he’s already the Champion!! He gets to keep the title plus injure someone in the process!!
JOEY STYLES: That’s just sick!!
P. LICKIN: That’s just Creed!!
Creed hoists up Rockin Rebel for a powerbomb but the referee tries to get in the way. As Creed turns, Rockin Rebel’s boot accidentally catches the official in the face; the referee goes down. A cruel smile now on his face, Creed goes to renew his powerbomb attempt but at the last second Rockin Rebel is able to slip free. Capitalising on his opponent being off balance Rockin Rebel blasts the Champion in the back of the head with a neck breaking forearm. Creed falls forward between the ropes and lands on the outside. Following the Champion to the outside, Rockin Rebel heads over to the time keeper and pulls his chair away from underneath him.
JOEY STYLES: What on Earth is he planning to do with that chair?
P. LICKIN: He’s gonna offer Creed a seat.
JOEY STYLES: You think?
P. LICKIN: ….
Rockin Rebel returns his attention to Creed. He raises the chair above his head to strike. Out of nowhere “All That” pulls the chair from his grasp and brings it down hard with a skull shattering blow to the head. Rocking Rebel crumples to the floor like a bag of bricks. Still favouring his injured knee, Lee Ryan hobbles over to Creed, picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Sliding back in himself he stops to check on the still unconscious referee. Turning back to Creed, “All That” rains down several vicious chair shots before locking in the ALL THAT EXPERIENCE.
JOEY STYLES: What’s the point, the ref is still out cold?
P. LICKIN: To hurt him you moron.
Creed is howling out in agony as Ryan leans back with all his might.
JOEY STYLES: With the referee still down, all Creed can do is try to hang on.
His attention on Creed, “All That” fails to notice Rockin Rebel slide back into the ring and climb the top rope
JOEY STYLES: Is Rockin Rebel going to fly now?
Rockin Rebel fly’s off the turnbuckle and lands with an elbow drop on Creed.
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!! That might’ve broken the Champions back!!
The force of the landing is enough to break “All That’s” submission hold. Rockin Rebel is first to his feet. He waits for Lee Ryan to stumble to his feet and takes him down with a harsh flying shoulder tackle. The challenger rolls out of the ring and grabs another chair, rolling back into the ring he grabs the other chair and sets them both up in the middle of the ring.
JOEY STYLES: What on Earth is Rockin Rebel planning to do with those chairs?
P. LICKIN: Beats me but I doubt that it’s gonna be painless.
Rockin Rebel picks Ryan up, hoists him up in the air and drives him down, powerbombing him through the chairs.
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!! Did you hear the impact of that powerbomb?
P. LICKIN: Yeah, I’m not deaf you know.
Rockin Rebel goes for the cover, but the referee is still down. Slamming the mat in frustration, Rockin Rebel goes over to try and wake the official up. Creed tries to sneak up on the challenger but his attempt is met with a boot to the gut. Rockin Rebel drags the champion over to the ropes by the table set up on the outside.
JOEY STYLES: Look like Rockin Rebel has some revenge planned for the World Heavyweight Champion.
Rockin Rebel looks at Creed and sees the table still set up on the outside. The crowd is on their feet and they cheer on Rockin Rebel as he picks up Creed to powerbomb him through the table but Creed manages to slip free. Creed spins his challenger around and boots him in the gut. Then, with an almost deafening chorus of jeer, picks him up and, with a look of pure satisfaction powerbomb’s him over the top rope and through the waiting table.
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!!! Creed just threw him over the top rope onto the table!!!
The crowd is going nuts as Rockin Rebel doesn’t appear to be moving. With a sickening clatter, “All That” dents a chair over the Champions head. Creed crashes to the mat, seemingly unconscious. Ryan slides out of the ring, picks up the prone form of Rockin Rebel and throws him back inside. He rolls back in himself then tries once again to rouse the official, who actually starts to come to. Returning his focus to his opponents is all that saves him from a sneak attack by Creed. Dodging an attempted chair shot, Ryan slaps the chair from Creed’s hands and punches him clean in the face. The Champion staggers back, as Ryan continues to press his advantage. Two more punches and the Soul Reaver goes down again. Moving back to Rockin Rebel, “All That” picks him and then drives him down hard with the DOUBLE IMPACT!! The fans are going crazy as the Britannia Heavyweight Champion hauls himself back to his feet. Still favouring his injured knee, Ryan slowly clambers to the top rope, the electricity is incredible as the clear fan favourite sizes up his opportunity.
JOEY STYLES: “All That” Lee Ryan is one move away from beating all the odds here tonight at Halloween Massacre!!
P. LICKIN: If that showboat wins the title then I quit.
JOEY STYLES: Come on “All That”!! You can do it!!
The crowd is at fever pitch as “All That” prepares to fly. Out of nowhere, Creed blasts the Britannia Heavyweight Champion in the knee with one of the steel chairs. Ryan falls hard to the outside, screaming in agony as he holds his knee. The boos and jeers from the audience are almost deafening as Creed turns back to Rockin Rebel. The Champion picks up the challenger, hooks his arm over his shoulder, then with a look of pure disdain drive him down faced first with the SOUL REAVER onto the remaining steel chair.
JOEY STYLES: No, it can’t end like this!
Kicking both the chairs from the ring, Creed goes over and picks the referee up, dragging him over to the fallen Rockin Rebel. Smiling sadistically, Creed quickly cinches in the ETERNAL TORMENT. On the outside, “All That” is struggling to pull himself to his feet, not able to put any weight on his busted knee. With the referee finally back in the match, the Britannia Heavyweight Champion can do nothing but look on as the official checks on the unconscious Rockin Rebel, then calls for the bell.
JOEY STYLES: What an absolute crock!!
P. LICKIN: Hey look on the bright side, at least that Fabio wannabe didn’t win the title.
Creed refuses to release the hold on Rockin Rebel. Instead he just stares down at “All That” as the number one contender, stares back.
JOEY STYLES: Somehow I don’t think that tonight’s results has seen the end of some of these rivalries, if anything, I think that a few new ones might have just started.
P. LICKIN: You mean that I might have to sit through this again.
JOEY STYLES: Thanks for joining us here at the Air Canada Centre for Halloween Massacre, I’ve been Joey Styles.
P. LICKIN: And thank God I haven’t been.
The scene fades with Creed and “All That” still staring each other down.
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