Live on Pay Per View
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From the Amway Arena in Tampa, Florida
Sunday, February 17, 2008
10:00 PM Eastern





(We hear a Commotion by the back doors and see Security in a scuffle with someone)

Gazz: LET ME IN! LET ME IN YOU SHOWER OF BASTARDS!!!

(Yup, ““Mr Great” Gazz Maybury annoyed at not being on the PPV has decided to take matters in to his own hands. And his mates Shane and Kris are with him…… Not helping him Gazz Tries to run through the security…)

Shane: Yeah! You fucking show the twats Gazz!

Kris: Take no fucking Prisoners!

Gazz: Help me you cunts!

Shane: Fuck that off. Seen the size of them.

(The Security Guards manage to Get Gazz out of the door, and lock them out)

Gazz: You fucking Tossers. Only one thing for it. We need a plan.

(Gazz leans into them and whispers as we fade out)

(We fade in to see “Mr Great” Gazz Maybury, Shane and Kris outside talking to an attractive woman)

Gazz: Right Gemma Love. I’ll give you $40. You go in there and perform fellatio on the guards. Ok?

Gemma: $40 and a gram of Coke.

Gazz: Fine, whatever. Shane?

Shane: Yes Mate?

Gazz: Give her forty nuggets?

Shane: What?

Gazz: Give her the money!

Shane: Fuck off!

Gazz: Give her the fucking money!

Gemma: I hear it’s going to rain tonight…

Kris: And It’s cold, and I haven’t a coat. I want to get inside.

Shane: Fucking Bastards.

(Shane hands Gemma the money, as the lads hide she knocks on the door, and the guards take her to an unseen area. The door to the arena is left open)

Gazz: Right lads! FUCKING RUN!

(The Lads sprint into the Arena as we fade out…)

(We cut to “Mr Great” Gazz Maybury and his friends sitting at ringside)

Joey Styles: It looks like he got in.

P.Lickin: Hopefully I’ll get to see their “Special Friend” later on.

(Two Security guards run up behind Gazz and friends. Gazz pushes Kris and Shane to the guards who fight each other, Gazz’s mates getting the upper hand and jumps over the barrier towards the ring with a pint glass of lager in his hand. He gets into the ring and a third security guard sprints and enters the ring. Gazz puts the Glass down and the Guard runs towards him. Maybury Drops him with the Spinebuster, knocking him out cold. He gets a Microphone. Then takes a Long Sip of his beer.)

Gazz: I guess I made it here after all mates. You know what, it’s great fucking fun being here, and you know what? I made it into the ring after all!!!

*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

Gazz: All I’ll say is this, tonight is an omen lads. Things are going to get shaken up around here, because I’m going to take the bastards into my own hands. And this? This lads is just a preview.

(Gazz’’s theme “Big Gun” by AC/DC plays as more Guards hit the ringside area. Gazz intelligently (for a change) jumps the rail and escapes through the crowd…)



-The Vikingtron switches to show Kyle Bacon backstage with holding a microphone dangerously close to the face of The Vox. After the fans calm down enough for anything to be heard, Bacon makes a verbal entrance.-

Kyle Bacon: "So Vox, The Royal Rumble. Excited?"

The Vox: "What in the blue hell kinda question is that? 'Vox. Rumble. Excited?' What you get in the presence of the best wrestler of all time and suddently you forget how to speak? Use the mouth your mother gave you properly. Not the way she used it!"

Kyle Bacon: "Uh, so, are you excited about tonight?"

The Vox: "Excited? Your damn right I'm excited! I'm almost in need of new pants excited! Why I hear you ask? Because it's Rumble night! Now The Vox has won many things in his VWF career, but he's never won The Royal Rumble. Tonight that changes."

Kyle Bacon: "So you feel confident then?"

The Vox: "Your damn right I feel confi... wait, did I use the damn right thing already?"

Kyle Bacon: "Yes, you did."

The Vox: "I feel so confident, not only would I bet your money on myself, I'd even bet Bankrupt's money on myself. Have you ever tried to take Bankrupt's money away from him? He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes, and kicks you in the shin! No Bacon Butt, tonight I feel as confident as I've ever felt for anything in my life. Because I'm ready. This winning streak I've been on lately, it's not a fluke or a lucky run of opponents. It's the result of a damn tough training regime that I've been reaping the rewards of for the last three months. All building up to The World Title. This is just the latest obsticle to that title but it's one that I will overcome."

Kyle Bacon: "So your not worried about the other competitors in the rumble?"

The Vox: "I'm marginally concerned that some of them might, possibly, have the ability and luck to ruin my night. But them having the ability doesn't mean I'll let them. This is how it's gonna go tonight Bacon. Stand back. You get a front row view to the OFFICIAL, preview of The Viking Wrestling Federation Royal Rumble. The Vox, comes to to the ring to thunderous applause from the packed VWF Arena. Al 'a Shim, over the ropes. Malik Logan, over the ropes. Chris Ponger, over the ropes. Creed, over the ropes. Juggernaut, over the ropes. Fargo Frost, over the ropes."

Kyle Bacon: "Uh, Vox?"

The Vox: "Dr. Jekyl, over the ropes. Paul Burchill and Crimson Lightning over the ropes as a team! WHAT??"

Kyle Bacon: "I think they get the idea. You don't need to do the whole roster."

The Vox: "Do the whole roster? What kind of sick, mostly man loving freak are you? I'll leave that kinda action to you Bacon Breath. While there'll be plenty of tossing going on tonight, it won't be THAT kind! It'll be me, The Britannia Heavyweight Champion, tossing each and every one of these half assed excuse for wrestlers over the top rope. FROM BEGINNING TO END! Until I stand alone, the number one contender to the VWF World Champion."

-Vox drops the mic back into Kyle Bacon's hand as the Vikingtron fades back The Royal Rumble ident. The fans are wild with excitement.





Bobby Jackson Vs. Jonny Cedrone Vs. Michael Bunda
Three Way Dance ,
( Money in the Bank )

(-(-( Joey Styles is standing by in the ring.

Joey Styles: Hello everyone in the arena, and welcome to the 2008 The VWF Royal Rumble pre-game show! I'm Joey Styles, and tonight you're going to see the most hard hitting action and extreme wrestling ever in the history of professional sports! Trust me, I know extreme...but, even before the PPV, you're going to get a taste of what I'm talking about!

The audience goes nuts.

Joey Styles: That's right, because even when we're off the record we're still on the money...money in the bank that is! While this match is a part of the pre-game show, it's arguably one of the most important of the night, because the winner gets a shot at any title whenever he wants, except for the World Title for obvious reasons. Now, for you old school ECW fans, this match is very simply called a "Triangle Match", and the rules are pretty straightforward. When you're either pinned or submit you're eliminated from the match, and the last man standing is the Money in the Bank winner for 2008!

The fans are so eager to get going they almost boo Joey.

Joey Styles: Woah, woah! Don't shoot the messenger!

All of a sudden the arena goes black as "Numb" by Linking Park throbs through the jam packed arena. The lights flicker as Michael enters the view of the screaming audience to a green lazer light show. He walks slowly down to the ring. Joey gets a shocked look on his face and scurries out of the ring. The ring announcer takes the microphone from Joey and gets into the ring. As the announcer does that, Styles puts his headset on.

Joey Styles: Well, despite being rudely interrupted by Mr. Bunda here, I'm extremely excited for this contest, especially after that brutal match on Crucifixion.

"Sugar" by Kid Rock hits and Michael Bunda looks up the ramp in anticipation.

Joey Styles: I'm not sure if these guys are going to wait for Bobby Jackson! It feels like go time already.

Jonny Cedrone gets into the ring, but completely ignores Bunda as he climbs the second rope and taunts to the women in the audience. The ref holds Michael Bunda back, and he seems to cool off a little bit.

Joey Styles: Bunda looks furious at the snubb from Jonny. It's like he couldn't care less that Bunda's even in the ring.

"I'm so Hood!" by DJ Khaled ft Trick Daddy plays and Bobby Jackson hustles towards the ring pointing at his opponents. The two of them have one eye on each other and one eye on Bobby.

Joey Styles: He's all business tonight, and rightfully so. This match has an incredible opportunity riding on it. I also forgot to mention my partner didn't feel he should have to call a dark match, so I'm going solo. This night already feels like old times.

The three opponents stand in opposite corners. The ring announcer holds a note card in his hand and begins to speak. The three guys push him out of the way and start circling.

Joey Styles: Well, forget the introductions, these guys are eager to start this thing now!

Bobby rushes towards Jonny with a clothesline, but it's ducked. Michael grabs him with a headlock and Jonny stands back watching the two of them exchange headlocks. They break and stare at each other before turning towards Jonny.

Joey Styles: Smart idea, but he's now a target because of it.

Jonny dodges out of the ring and Bunda steps back. Jackson turns around and gets hit with a dropkick to the face. Jonny slides into the ring behind Bunda and slams him to the mat with a bulldog headlock. He gets on to one knee and points to his head after the move.

Joey Styles: Yeah, he's smart alright. That's why they call him "The Studd"..I shudder every time I have to say that.

Bobby Jackson is back to his feet and knocks Jonny down with a clothesline. He then picks him up and whips him to the ropes. Michael Bunda goes for a roll up on Bobby Jackson for the quick win, but Jonny is able to break the pin up off the rebound.

Joey Styles: Quick action here! That should be expected from these three though.

Jonny now grabs both guys on the ground into a headlock with each arm. He wrenches them a bit, but they're able to get to a vertical base. Jonny still has the headlocks on, and is reversed into a stiff backdrop.

Joey Styles: Ohhh, that's gonna hurt in the morning! I bet it hurts now, actually!

Jackson and Bunda square off in the center of the ring. Bunda does a quick go behind on Jackson and grabs him with a waist lock, but Jackson swiftly elbows him in the face and pushes Bunda into the ropes. Jackson follows him up and sends both of them over the ropes with a clothesline.

Joey Styles: Outside of the ring! This is going to quickly get out of hand!

On the outside the two of them get to a vertical base and start to exchange punches. Jonny comes off the ropes and planchas into them. He taunts to the ladies, and jumps onto the apron, waiting patiently for his opposition to rise to their feet. As they do he jumps onto the second rope and attempts an Asai Moonsault, but they move and he lands on his feet. Jackson and Bunda his Jonny with a double clothesline that sends him to the concrete.

Joey Styles: Asai Moonsault averted, and Jonny learns exactly what "high risk" means.

Bobby reaches over for Bunda and tries to whip him into the steps, but the cagey superstar jumps onto them and hits Jackson with a crossbody! He gets to his feet and throws Jackson into the ring. As soon as they roll in he tries for the quick pin, but is pulled out of the ring by Jonny who decks him with a big right hand.

Joey Styles: Here comes the brawling!

Bunda reels back and responds with a big punch of his own. Cedrone stumbles back a few feet, but uses that to put more momentum behind his punch, which sends Bunda back first into the steel steps.

Joey Styles: Did you hear that? That's human flesh hitting solid steel steps!

Jackson from out of nowhere delivers a huge baseball slide to the face of Jonny Cedrone. Outside the ring he wastes no time in kicking Bunda's head into the steel!

Joey Styles: He may have a concussion!

Jonny stumbles back to his feet and Jackson takes him by his head and throws him into the guard rail around the ring. He then rushes at Jonny, who backdrops him over the railing into the audience!

Joey Styles: Here we go!

Jonny climbs over the railing and grabs a chair. He smashes it over Jacksons head and grabs him again. He tosses him back into the guard rail and sets the chair up.

Joey Styles: He's gonna launch off that chair into Jackson!

Jonny runs to the chair and jumps off, only to be taken out by a mid-air dropkick curteousey of Michael Bunda!

Joey Styles: Nice dropkick off the railing! It takes incredible balance to pull a move like that off.

Bunda picks the chair up throws it at Jonny, who's on the floor. He turns around and Jackson hits him with a belly to belly suplex over the railing! Bobby grabs a chair and climbs back over. Bunda crawls to his hands and knees and Jackson hits him hard across the back!

Joey Styles: That'll sever your spine!

Bunda is face first on the floor and Jackson continues to hammer away with the chair! In the audience Jonny sets another chair up and launches himself off of it at Bobby, who ends up taking the chair he was holding to the face!

Joey Styles: These guys are Supermen! How can you take a chair to the face like that and even think about continuing?

Jonny grabs Bunda and rolls him into the ring. He climbs onto the top turnbuckle and taunts to the ladies in the audience again. As he comes off the top Bunda hits him in the stomach with a desperation dropkick!

Joey Styles: Nice scouting there by Michael Bunda! If Jonny would have spent less time taunting and more time flying that wouldn't have happened!

Bunda and Jonny are both on the mat in pain. Bobby Jackson rolls under the bottom rope and covers Jonny. 1...2...Bunda still has enough in him to break the pin up. Bobby gets to his feet, still holding his head, and picks Bunda up in anger. He lifts him into his shoulders.

Joey Styles: He's going for the Rikishi Driver!

Bunda wiggles free to the back of Jackson and locks in the Eternal Punishment!

Joey Styles: This thing will be over in any second!

Jonny hits Bunda with a lowblow! Jackson falls to the mat unconcious after that vicious hold and Cedrone quickly delivers the Mambo Italiano!

He hooks the leg! 1...2...3!

Joey Styles: It's over? I mean, it's over! Jonny "The Studd" Cedrone has just stole this match with a low blow into the Mambo Italiano..yeah, it's legal, but that doesn't mean I have to like it!

Bobby Jackson is on his feet shaking his head. He leaves the ring in disgust. Meanwhile, Jonny is on his knees with his arms raised, happy as hell to be recieving a title shot of his choice.

Joey Styles: Well, let's face it, neither of these two should have been competing here tonight after that hellacious match on Crucifixion. Bobby Jackson probably should have walked out of here with a title shot, but neither of his opponents were willing to give it up. I can only imagine that we haven't seen the last of this situation yet. The ref counts 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner: Jonny Cedrone wins the MITB Title Shot



JOEY STYLES: Jonny Cedrone wins!.
P. LICKIN: I can read.
JOEY STYLES: ....
P. LICKIN: Don't act so indignant.

(The camera shoots to the back quickly...)



Kyle Bacon: “I’m standing here with Rage, who tonight has the opportunity to win not one, but three titles and also the opportunity to be the last man standing in the twenty five man over the top rope Royal Rumble match. Rage what are your thoughts coming into tonight?”

Rage: “You know Bacon; it’s interesting that you use the word opportunity because tonight is filled with opportunities, chances. Tonight is the night when anyone and everyone has got a chance to do something great. For me, I have the chance to live my destiny and become a wrestling champion. This is not an opportunity that I have taken lightly either. I have trained as hard as I possibly can train and whenever I didn’t think that I could go any more, I pushed myself to go farther and farther. In just moments I will walk down to that ring and I will leave my all in the ring in hopes to make the most of the chance that I have been given, the chance to walk away with some gold here tonight. I have prepared for this night for my whole life and now that this moment has finally arrived for me I will take all of that preparation and I will finally get the chance to see if it has all been enough to take home some gold.”

Rage walks away. Kyle Bacon immediately starts running through the backstage area trying to catch up with Jace Gryphon, as he hears him down the hall. A few moments later, Kyle succeeds in this effort.

Kyle: "Jace! Please! Can I get a word with you about your match tonight?"

Jace turned to Kyle and just laughed.

Jace: "Let me just let you in on a little secret, Pork Rinds. My match with Creed...Doesn't matter. The Royal Rumble...Doesn't matter. And if Scott Carr beats Lee Ryan...DOESN'T MATTER! You see Sausage Link, something big is about to happen. Something bigger than you, something bigger than Scott Carr, something BIGGER than the VWF itself. You'll see soon enough."

With that, Jace just left Kyle Bacon looking dumbfounded as he walked away.


Creed Vs. Jace Gryphon
Hardcore Match,
( Shot at the Britannia Heavyweight Championship )

(-(-( The two men circle the ring as the bell sounds)

Styles: What a match these two had on Crucifiction. We have no reason to believe that this match will be any less sort of amazing.

(The two lock up as Creed takes Jace with a twisting armbar, hitting Jace several times on the shoulder as Jace reverses and does the same to Creed. Jace now with a snap-suplex, followed by a a pin but only gets a two count.)

Styles: Jace is going for the pin quick as he wants to show Creed that he is wanting to win the match.

P. Lickin: Reminds me of when I pinned your mom a few weeks ago.

Styles: Leave my mother out of this!!!

(As Jace stand up, Creed hits a leg trip that puts Jace on the mat as Creed now with a front face lock. Creed now sqeezing harder and harder as Jace tries to pick Creed up a few times but with no luck. Jace finally is able to hit a back body drop onto Creed. Jace now with an armbar unto Creed. AHHHH, Creed screams in pain as the ref asks several times if he wants to give up to which he says no. Creed now begins to kick Jace in the mid-section several times as Jace finally lets go of the hold. Creed quickly on the attack and hits several knife-edge chops to Jace's chest. Backed against the ropes, Creed shoots Jace off and hits a kick to the gut, followed by a jumping bulldog as Creed covers, but only gets a two count.)

Styles: These men seemed to want to better each other by wrestling but I'm not sure how long this can keep up.

(Creed now applying the Camel Clutch as Jace screams, AHHHHHH. After a minuate, somehow Jace picks Creed up on his shoulders and drops him back as both men are down in the ring. Jace is the first back to his feet as with a look of anger, he begins to stomp Creed.)

P. Lickin: HERE WE GO!!! BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA EACH OTHER!!!

Styles: Well, it looks like that didn't last very long.

(Jace now picks Creed up and hits a double underhook suplex, followed by a leg drop and covers, but again only a two count. Jace now shoots off the ropes again and tries for a body splash but Creed moves and Jace hits the mat hard. Creed now rolls Jace into a pinning position but only gets a two count. Creed now locks in The Eternal Tourment but Jace is too close to the ropes and the ref breaks the hold. Creed now arguing with the ref which allows Jace to get back up and hit a back suplex. Jace now to the top rope, BAM, shooting star press onto Creed, but yet another two count only.)

Styles: Several near falls in this match...neither man gaining the advantage as of now.

(Jace now back to the top rope but out of nowhere Creed is back up and hits The Soul Reaver from the top rope and as they both come down Creed goes for the pin. The ref counts 1...2... kickout! Creed slowly pulls himself up on the ropes. The ref is checking on Jace, when out from the crowd comes Scott Carr! Scott has a steel chair in hand, and SLAMS it on Creed's back. Creed staggers forward, and Jace quickly runs forward, hitting the Train Wreck! Jace hooks the leg and Scott steps back into the crowd. The ref didn't even see him! The ref counts 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner:Jace Gryphon wins and is the #1 Contender for the Britannia Heavyweight Championship





Malcolm Dred-King is seen backstage heading towards the offices of Viking King. He is stopped by VWF interviewer Kyle Bacon in mid stride…..

KB:”Excuse me Malcom do you have a minute please…..”

MDK has a slightly surprised look on his face, but obliges the impromptu interview even though it is clear his mind is elsewhere…

MDK:”…sure no problem.”

KB:”Well first of all welcome to VWF and this being your first PPV with the company I was wondering if you can give me some thoughts on being here, even though you are not booked…”

MDK:”Well even though I enjoy the fan meet and greet and getting to know the system here; I’m paid to compete plain and simple. It doesn’t matter if it’s on a PPV, weekly show, or a houseshow if I’m paid to be someplace I want to contribute. Tonight I’m told to just relax and get to know people and to be honest with you I feel like I’m stealing money…..”

KB:”I see….but you spent the majority of your career as a tag team wrestler; in light of what happened in Japan are you looking to somehow rejoin that division with a new partner. The only person here you actually share a past with is Krista Lewis…..”

MDK:”Let me get one thing straight….Krista is family and you go above and beyond for family; she is also her own woman, if she ever needs me she knows the answer to an question that never needs to be asked. That said I always considered tag team wrestling business and believe in separating family and business if possible; especially after what happened in Japan….now if you’ll excuse me…..”

Malcolm polite excuses himself and walks into the office of Viking King……

VK:”Malcolm Dred-King….what can I do for you?”

MDK:”First of all thank you very much for signing me to your company; that said you pay me a lot of money to go out there and compete. Tonight I feel you are not getting your money’s worth with me, just having me doing promotional work….”

Viking King chuckles……..

VK:”You win one match and you are demanding to be placed on the PPV?”

MDK:”You and I both know I’m not in a position to demand anything from you. In my years in this business I’ve learned you get opportunities in two ways…either they are given to you or you cause them; this meeting was just a way of eliminating option number one.” VK:”I like your style Dred; tell you what you are a tag team specialist why don’t I put you on commentary during…..”

MDK:”With all due respect ; I bought two front row tickets….I can always use this as an opportunity to scout…”

VK:”bought tickets?!?! I see……rest assured Malcolm you will be presented with an opportunity and when you are I’ll be interested to see how you respond.

Fade to black

Ace Montana (c) Vs. Juggernaut Vs. Belial
Isolated Island Match ,
( Hardcore Championship )

(-(-( The scene fades in to show an remote island surrounded everyway by water.)

Styles: Well, there's the island. Fans, we will try and call this match as best we can as we are going to be tracking it live via satelite. Please forgive us if we happen to miss something but that's a drawback to not having it take place right in front of you.

(The camera picks up all three men standing in the center of the island. Various trees and plants are shown in the background as the camera pans to all three men's faces as they have a very serious, determined look on them. The sound of birds chirping is heard as Belial swings his chain and wraps it around Juggernaut's leg and pulls him to the ground. Ace then takes the opportunity and begins to lay right hands into Juggernaut but Belial comes from behind and wraps his chain around Ace's throat and begins to choke him. Belial is backed up against a tree as Ace is still struggling for breath. Juggernaut now gets the chain off his leg and as he charges the two men, Ace elbows Belial in the gut right before Juggernaut spears Belial and breaks the tree right in half!!!)

Styles: WHAT A SPEAR!!! THIS MATCH JUST STARTED AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT WILL GET WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER!!!

P. Lickin: WOW!!!

(Ace now goes behind a large rock and brings out a large duffel bag. He reaches in and pulls out a kendo stick. As Juggernaut gets back up, Ace cracks him across the back several times but it doesn't seem to faze the monster. Juggernaut smiles as he picks Ace up over his head and tosses him down a hill that is overlooking a beach where the ring is put up. As Juggernaut turns around, Belial kicks him in the gut several times. Belial now takes Juggernaut's arm and begins to strike it several times as Juggernaut brushes Belial off and as Belial is looking in the bag, Juggernaut spears Belial again as both men roll down the hill. As both men reach the bottom they are met by Ace who begins to choke them both at the same time, then starts to stomp of them with viciousness.)

P. Lickin: Looks like Ace is showing us all how to line dance cause I've never seen anyone move their feet that fast.

(As Ace reaches down, he gets into the bag again and pulls out a small glass jar full of beer and breaks it across Juggernaut's face as it busts him wide open. Just as Ace turns around, WHAM, he's is hit by a jumping front kick to the face by Belial. Belial now hitting Ace. After hitting him a few times, Belial walks over to the bag and out comes a screwdriver. He walks over and begins to jam it unto Ace's forehead as Ace is now busted wide open.)

Styles: These men are pulling out all the stops!!!

(Juggernaut stands up, bleeding heavily from his entire face, now charges at Belial and as Belial tries to get his arm up to block Juggernaut's attempted clothsline, the force is too much and the screwdriver cuts Belial open across the forehead as well.)

Styles: These men are gushing!!!

(As Juggernaut screams in a violent rage, Ace is back to his feet and hits Juggernaut in the stomach with a fist wrapped in barbed wire. For good measure, Ace then hits him several more times as Juggernaut grabs his stomach and falls down as Ace also collapses on the ground.)

Styles: These men have lost sooo much blood. They still continue to fight as this match will prove who is the most hardcore and whoever wins will be the new Hardcore Champion!!!

(After a few moments, Belial stands back up and as he charges Juggernaut, Juggernaut hits him with a spinebuster. Juggernaut now on top of Belial, hitting him with several strikes. Ace now gets back to his feet and slides under the ring ropes. He begins to yell at Juggernaut as Juggernaut leaves Belial lying and goes to the ring. As Juggernaut enters, Ace begins to kick Juggernaut in the gut as he screams in pain, still feeling the effects of Ace's barbed wire fist. Ace now goes to the outside of the ring and grabs the black bag and slides it into the ring. As Ace enters the ring, Juggernaut hits a belly-to-belly suplex unto Ace. Ace back up and Juggernaut delivers another, and yet ANOTHER!!!)

P. Lickin: Ace's back has got to be broken in half!!! How can Viking King allow this match to go on!!! MY GOD, EVEN I'M SPEECHLESS!!!

Styles: Yet another VWF first. WHAT ELSE CAN HAPPEN IN THIS MATCH!!!

(Juggernaut now goes to the outside of the ring and lifts up the curtain and pulls out a table. As the crowd observes there are also several other things under the ring as well.)

Styles: What the hell is a table doing out there!!!???

P. Lickin: A wrestling ring isn't complete unless it's got goodies underneath it, jackass!!

(Juggernaut now sets up the table in a corner of the ring. He then goes out and sets another one up in the opposite corner. He picks Ace up and throws him through one of the tables but as he turns around, Belial has somehow made it to the apron. As Juggernaut charges, Belial spits out a stream of fire into his face as he takes several steps back. Belial then comes off the ropes and hits a jumping clothsline as Juggernaut is down. While this was going on, Ace grabbed a steel chair and hits Belial over the head as he is down. Ace now reaches into the bag and pulls out more barbed wire and wraps it around one of the ring posts opposite the one that the other table is set up in. Ace picks up Juggernaut and tries to send him into the barbed wire but Juggernaut reverses and Ace goes face first!!!)

Styles: That will re-arrange his schedule for awhile, no doubt.

(Juggernaut now turns around only to be hit by a running knee to the gut by Belial. Wiping the blood from his face, Belial then cracks Juggernaut six times with the same steel chair that Ace used on him earlier as Juggernaut falls to the ground. As Ace tries to get back up, Belial goes to the outside and grabs two tables that are completly wrapped in barbed wire and puts them in the ring...as Belial goes to try and set them up, Ace pushes Belial into one of them as he screams....before Ace can turn around..Juggernaut spears Ace as all three men have barbed wire sticking in their bodies. Styles and P. Lickin are speechless.)

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P. Lickin: -----

(Juggernaut miraculously is back to his feet first, he grabs Ace and shoots him into the ropes and hits a side suplex. Once again trying to shoot off the ropes to hit a body splash, but Ace saw it and quickly grabbed the other barbed wire wrapped table and is able to move out of the way as Juggernaut's whole body crashes down on it as he screams relentlessly. Ace now grabs a bag of thumbtacks and procedes to lay them on the mat. Kicking the broken barbed wire table peices from the ring...Belial surprises him and turns Ace around, kicks him in the gut and hits The Desent on Ace right on the tumbtacks as Ace lays motionless in the ring, vigourously shaking from the impact. Belial now goes to the outside again as Juggernaut lays in the ring. Belial grabs a ladder from the outside and sets it up as Juggernaut begins to move, Belial grabs one of the broken pieces of the barbed wire table and hits Juggernaut in the stomach as he hunches over, Belial hits him in the back with the same piece of wood as he once again falls onto the larger barbed wire wrapped table. Belial now lays the other peice of table unto Juggernaut's head and hits a springboard dropkick unto Juggernaut as Belial grabs his thigh and screams in pain as Juggernaut lays motionless. Ace somehow now begins to manuver around as he grabs Juggernauts hands and handcuffs him to the ring rope. Still showing the tumbtacks in his neck, shoulder, and back areas, Ace picks up Belial and sends him through the other table as Belial is down. Looking over, Ace notices the whip in Belial's tights as he grabs it and begins to thrash Juggernaut across the back. Not knowing how he is getting his strength, yet he hits several shots across the back of Juggernaut and then precedes to do the same to Belial. After the third hit, Belial grabs the whip and begins to stand up while Ace is stunned. As Ace and Belial fight for possession of the whip, Juggernaut ripes off the handcuffs and spears Ace right in the middle of the ring as Ace lands on the thumbtacks. As Juggernaut tries to clothsline Belial, he ducks and as Juggernaut shoots off the ropes, Belial hoists him in the air and just as Ace rolls out in the nick of time, Juggernaut lands directly on the tumbtacks.)

Styles: CALL THE GOD DAMN MATCH OFF!!! WE WILL BE LOSING THREE OF VWF'S MOST HARDCORE TALENTS AFTER THIS MATCH IS THROUGH!!!

(As Belial begins to climb the ladder, Ace climbs up the other side and as both men reach the top, they begin to exchange blows. After several shots from each other it appears as if Belial is getting the upper hand. With Ace reeling, Belial picks Ace up and once again delivers The Desent from the middle of the ladder onto the mat as all three men lay completly motionless in the ring. Ace rolls over with an arm over Belial. The ref counts 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner: Ace Montana retains the Hardcore Championship



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"Tag-Team" - Ricky Idol (c) and Rodney Edison (c) Vs. "Well N' Dowd" - Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd Vs.
"The Major Impact Players" - Tha Answer and Fargo Frost Vs. "The Clowns" - Damien and Dante

Tag-Team Turmoil Ladder Match ,
( World Tag-Team Championships )

(-(-( All four teams stand in each of the corners, looking up at the Tag-Team Belts dangling far above the ring. The bell rings, and all four teams eye each other, as they each advance into the middle of the ring. Damien is the first to act, as he swings a right at Idol, connecting with the Tag Champ. Edison clotheslines Damien, and Dante jumps on Edison's back. Edison snapmares Dante off of him, throwing him over the ropes. Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd both double clothesline Edison over the ropes, and turn around to receive a spear from Tha Answer and Fargo Frost into the turnbuckles. Tha Answer and Fargo Frost turn around as Damien gets up. Fargo Frost runs at Damien, hitting a facecrusher, and Tha Answer hits a running elbow drop. Tha Answer stands up, and Idol tackles Tha Answer, and begins to unleash a series of punches to his face. Fargo Frost comes up from behind Idol, and reaches over to grab Idol's head, but Edison reaches under the ropes and pulls Fargo Frost outside. Edison shoots Fargo Frost into the crowd barrier, and Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd sandwhich Fargo Frost's head between two chairs with a loud CLANG! Fargo Frost collapses to his knees and Edison hits a big boot to Fargo Frost's head, taking him down. Idol picks Tha Answer up and shoots him into the ropes. Tha Answer ducks the clothesline, and comes back with a baseball slide between Idol's legs. Idol turns around, and Tha Answer kicks him to the midsection, scoops him up and hits a shoulder breaker. Idol rolls outside as Damien rolls back in. Damien charges Tha Answer, but Tha Answer leapfrogs over Damien, allowing him to crash into the turnbuckle. Dante is next in, and Tha Answer hits an armdrag takedown on Dante. Tha Answer stands up, and Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd come out of nowhere. Brian Well hits Tha Answer in the head with his chair, then Jimmy Dowd hits Tha Answer in the back. Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd each go to an opposite turnbuckle as Dante gets to his feet. Dante hits a drop kick on Tha Answer as he gets up, sending him over the ropes. Dante turns toward Brian Well, and Jimmy Dowd hits a missle drop kick through the chair on Dante! Damien gets up, and Brian Well hits a missle drop kick through the chair on Damien! Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd both stand up, when Edison rolls in the ring and hits a double clothesline, taking both men off their feet. Edison picks Jimmy Dowd up and throws him over the ropes to the outside. Edison picks Brian Well up, but Brian Well kicks Edison to the midsection once, twice, three times and goes to the ropes. Edison puts a stop to that with a big boot, knocking Brian Well hard to the mat. Idol slides a ladder in the ring and Edison picks it up. Fargo Frost is back up and ascends the turnbuckle. Fargo Frost jumps off as Edison turns around and hits a missle drop kick on Kaoitk through the ladder. Fargo Frost rolls outside as Tha Answer gets up. Fargo Frost pulls Edison outside, where Damien and Dante shoot Edison into the steel stairs, and begin to put the boots to him. Tha Answer and Idol exchange blows, and Idol gets the upperhand with a European uppercut. Idol kicks Tha Answer to the midsection and hits a snap suplex on the ladder. Tha Answer rolls away, and Idol picks the ladder up. Fargo Frost ascends the turnbuckle once again as Idol turns around. Fargo Frost again attempts the missle drop kick, but Idol sees it coming and throws the ladder, catching Fargo Frost in the jaw in mid-air! The crowd begins to chant HE'S HARDCORE! HE'S HARDCORE! as Idol points to his head, telling us all that he is a smart man. Idol turns around as Jimmy Dowd hits a springboard cross-body on Idol, taking the smart man down. Brian Well and Jimmy Dowd set the ladder up in the middle of the ring, when Damien and Dante come into the ring, clotheslining both men out of the ring. Damien and Dante follow, and all four men begin to brawl back up the ramp. Idol and Edison both get back in the ring, and double team Tha Answer. Fargo Frost grabs Idol from behind and hits a side suplex. Edison throws Tha Answer into the turnbuckle and turns around. Fargo Frost hits a drop kick on Edison, but Edison only takes a step back. Edison kicks Fargo Frost to the midsection, hits an overhead chop on Fargo Frost's back, and sets him up for the Edison Bomb. Edison picks Fargo Frost up, but Fargo Frost reverses it into a hurcanarana! Fargo Frost and Tha Answer get up as Idol gets to his feet. Tha Answer kicks Idol to the midsection, and hits the THAT'S GOTTA HURT ON Idol! Fargo Frost goes to the turnbuckle as Edison gets to his feet, and hits THE LOCK DOWN ON Edison! Fargo Frost stands up as Brian Well jumps on the apron. Fargo Frost pulls a small box with a button on it, and pushes it once. A large box begins to lower from the ceiling to ringside, and stops about six inches above the ground at the bottom of the ramp. It says on the side "Tha Answer Box." Damien and Dante kick Jimmy Dowd to the midsection and hit a double suplex on the ramp. They pick Jimmy Dowd up, and all three men glance down the ramp as Fargo Frost laughs and pushes the button again, opening the door on Tha Answer Box. Out comes three tigers. Each has something spray painted on their sides. One has a MAN, one has an I and one has a Fargo Frost on it. Damien, Dante and Jimmy Dowd look at each other, look at the tigers, and run like hell to the back as the tigers give chase. Idol gets to his feet, and Tha Answer kicks him to the midsection and hits a fisherman's suplex, then locks in The Hallow Tip 2 Ya Head on Idol! Fargo Frost jumps at Edison as he begins to get up, hits a takedown and locks in the Frost Bite ON Edison! Brian Well picks up a chair and crashes it over Fargo Frost's head, busting him wide open, but Fargo Frost keeps the hold on. Brian Well hits him again, then a third time, and finally Fargo Frost lets go. Brian Well throws Fargo Frost out of the ring, but Fargo Frost gets right back up outside. Brian Well hits Tha Answer in the back with the chair, and Tha Answer releases Idol. Brian Well throws Tha Answer out of the ring, then begins to climb the ladder. Fargo Frost and Tha Answer pick a table up and slide it in the ring as Brian Well reaches the top. Edison and Idol get back up and push the ladder over, sending Brian Well sailing over the ropes and through the Canadian Announcer's Table! Edison and Idol pick the ladder back up, but Tha Answer and Fargo Frost grab Edison by the feet and pull him outside the ring. Idol looks over at Edison, then sets the ladder up and begins to climb. Tha Answer and Fargo Frost both kick Edison to the midsection and hit a double suplex on Edison on the outside! Tha Answer and Fargo Frost slide back in the ring and pull Idol off the ladder. Tha Answer shoots Idol into the turnbuckle, and then shoots Fargo Frost into Idol, hitting a splash in the corner. Fargo Frost gets down on all fours as Idol staggers out, and Tha Answer takes a running start, hitting a springboard flipping splash on Idol off of Fargo Frost's back! Idol collapses as Fargo Frost and Tha Answer set the table back up. Brian Well staggers in the ring, dazed, and Tha Answer kicks Brian Well to the midsection and hits The Questionmark on Brian Well! Fargo Frost climbs the ladder and gets to the top, then looks down at Idol. Idol begins to get up, but Fargo Frost jumps off the ladder, hitting a clothesline off the ladder! Tha Answer shakes his head as Fargo Frost gets to his feet, and climbs the ladder, reaching the top. Tha Answer reaches up, grabbing the belts as the ref calls for the bell. )-)-)

Winner: The Major Impact Players win the World Tag-Team Championships



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Mystery Opponent Vs. Chris Ponger (c)
Golden Cage Match ,
( Pan Pacific Championship )

(-(-( ((("Californication" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers plays as Chris Ponger walks out to a loud pop from the crowd. He heads down to the ring, high fiving a few fans along the way. Chris Ponger climbs into the Golden cage and removes his Pan Pacific Championship belt, holding it up for the fans to see and cheer. The ref takes it and Chris faces the entrance ramp to await his mystery opponent.)))

Joey Styles: And now we'll see who this mystery opponent is, P.

P.Lickin: It's not as though it's an actual mystery. VWF broadcast it as Chris Ponger vs. the King of the Impromptu Match, and everyone who is anyone knows that can only mean one guy.

(((As P.Lickin says it, the lights go down and blue lasers stream across the arena and "Dr.Feelgood" by Motley Crue starts to play. The lights come back on and Feelgood appears at the top of the ramp to another large pop from the crowd. Chris Ponger nods in satisfaction as Feelgood walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. He steps back as Feelgood poses for the fans and waits for the bell to ring. Feelgood gets up, removes someof his extra clothing that h wears down to the ring and then stretches a little bit. The bell rings and both men face off in the middle of the ring with a handshake as the fans approve. They step back and circle, locking up in the middl of the ring. Ponger overpowers Feelgood, shoving him into the corner and then releasing and stepping back. Feelgood nods and they lock up in the middle of the ring again. Again Chris Ponger overpowers Feelgood and pushes him into a corner, then cleanly releases him and steps back. Feelgood approaches one more time, and they lock up again. This time it is Feelgood who succeeds in pushing Ponger into a corner. Feelgood steps back with both arms raised and allows Ponger out of the corner fairly. Ponger charges Feelgood, who hits an armdrag takedown. Ponger rolls through the move and hops back up on his feet. Feelgood puts a shoulder into his gut, but Ponger turns it into a headlock takedown. Feelgood wraps his legs around Pongers head and counters the move into a head scissors. Ponger stands on his head and kicks his legs into a standing position, then dives forward to lock in the headlock again. Feelgood gets turned onto his hands and knees, then gets to his feet and elbows Ponger in the gut. Ponger releases Feelgood, who goes to the ropes. Ponger dives under Feelgood on the rebound, then leap frogs him. When Feelgood returns the second time, Ponger puts his head down for a back drop. Feelgood rolls right over his back and hits the ropes again. Ponger goes to the ropes on the opposite side. Feelgood goes fo a closeline, but Ponger catches the arm and goes for a crucifix takedown, but Feelgood holds him up and drops backward, slamming Ponger to the mat. But Ponger refuses to let go and manages to role Feelgood back for a pin attempt despite the pain from the slam. The ref slides into position. 1...2. Kickout! Feelgood and Chris get to their feet and square off as the fans applaud the furious pace. Feelgood and Ponger circle. Feelgood goes for a punch that Chris Ponger ducks and counters with his own punch that rocks Feelgood and jolts him backward. Chris Ponger follows up with a thrust kick to the stomach and a knee lift that sends Feelood into a corner. Chris takes to the opposite side, then charges across the ring and goes for a corner splash. But Feelgood ducks out of the way. Ponger catches himself on the corner, standing on the second turnbuckle, and turns around. Feelgood clocks him in the face, then suplexes him off the middle turnbuckle to the mat. Feelgood rolls backwards on top of Ponger and starts laying into him with huge lefts and rights, but Ponger is managing to fend many of the blows away. Feelgood stands up and drops an elbow to the chest. He pulls Ponger up and whips him to the ropes. Feelgood catches Ponger in a sidewalk slam. Feelgood gets up and scales the ropes. He leaps off for a splash, but Ponger puts the knees up and catches Feelgood in the gut. Feelgood rolls off and writhes in pain on the mat as Ponger gets up.)))

Joey Styles: Wow, big mistake by the veteran. Let's see if Chris Ponger can capitalize now.

P.Lickin: I hope both these guys fall off the side of the cage and break their necks. by the way, Viking said I could take the cage home with me after the Rumble. I need a place to keep your mom.

(((Ponger pulls Feelgood up and hits him with a gut buster, then body slams him to the canvas. While he's down, Chris goes to the ropes and hits a shooting star press on Feelgood! Chris Ponger gets up and goes to the side of the cage and begins climbing. Feelgood is instantly aware of the situation, but slow to get up. He rolls over and uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Chris is standing on the top rope and loses his balance when Feelgood grabs it. He racks himself on the top rope, and Feelgood bashes his skull against the cage several times. Ponger falls into the ring and Feelgood starts to climb. But when he's standing on the top rope, Feelgood turns around and jumps off, hitting a top rope leg drop on Ponger's head. Feelgood quickly hooks a leg. 1... 2.. Kickout! Feelgood hauls Ponger to his feet, then hefts him onto his shoulders and uses his head as a battering ram against the golden cage. Feelgood turns and gets a running start to the other side of the cage to repeat the tactic, but Ponger wiggles free and drops down behind Feelgood at the last moment and shoves Feelgood against the golden cage instead. He grabs Feelgood by the hair and bashes his head against the cage three, four, five times. Feelgood is busted open and stumbles around the ring, right into an inziguri from Ponger. Chris Ponger goes to the corner and scales the top. He leaps off and hits THE RECKONING on Feelgood! But Ponger's head slams to the mat and both men are down as the fans go crazy. Feelgood rolls over to the ropes, Ponger crawls over on his hans and knees. Side by side, they both begin climbing the side of the cage. When they can reach the top of the cage, Chris Ponger reaches over and slams Feelgood's head against the cage. Feelgood returns the favor and both men teeter but manage to hang on. Ponger punches Feelgood in the face. Then again. And again. Feelgood knees Ponger in the ribs, grabs him around the shoulders and hits a russian leg sweep offthe side of the cage back into the ring! Again, both men are down and dazed.)))

P.Lickin: Will the EVER end?

Joey Styles: What a match! These guys are putting life and limb on the line! This match has turned into a real...

P.Lickin: If you say slobberknocker, I'm gonna pee on your shoes.

(((Feelgood and Ponger are both getting up. They trade a few weak punches, then Ponger manages a dropkick that sends Feelgood against the ropes. Ponger crawls over as Feelgoood calls for the door to be opened. Feelgood stumbles through the ropes and gets one foot out the door, but Chris Ponger grabs him by the hair and pulls the door to the cage shut on his head! Feelgood drops to his knees and Chris pulls him through the ropes and back inside, where he sets him up for the Sao Paulo Surprise. But Feelgood manages to wiggle free and push Ponger away. Out of nowhere, Feelgood hits the DEFIBULATOR on Chris Ponger before collapsing to his knees. Feelgood crawls over to make a cover. 1... 2... Chris Ponger puts a foot on the ropes to break the count! Both men lay there for a moment before Feelgood starts to get up. He reaches down to pick up Ponger, but Ponger rolls him up in a small package! 1... 2... Kickout! Both men stagger to their feet and head to the side of the cage and begin climbing at the same time again. They both reach the top and are sitting facing eachother. They trade right fists over and over, both men teetering on the edge and could potentially fall either way. Suddenly, Ponger elbows Feelgood in the face, grabs his head and jumps off, hitting a bulldog on Feelgood off the golden cage into the ring! Both men are down! The crowd is screaming HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The ref checks, and motions for VWF EMTs to come down as neither man moves. He finally counts both out, calling for the bell. The cage raises up as they help both men up. Ponger looks over at Feelgood, shocked that he's moving. Feelgood just looks over... and smiles.... )-)-)

Winner:No Contest. Chris Ponger retains the Pan Pacific Championship



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Rodney Edison (c) Vs. Ricky Idol (c) Vs. Draeden Darksky Vs. Phillip Icox
Ladder Match ,
( Cabo Wabo Middlweight Championship )

(-(-( Icox climbs in the ring, and all five men stare each other down as the crowd cheers. Edison and Idol attack Icox with rights and lefts. Shovelman grabs Edison from behind and whips him around. Shovelman shoots Edison into the ropes and hits a hip toss. Idol tosses Icox into the middle of the ring and hits a knee drop. Darksky and Shovelman put the boots to Edison as Idol stomps on Icox. Idol picks Icox up and tries to hit a suplex, but Icox counters with a suplex of his own. Darksky and Shovelman pick Edison up and shoot him into the turnbuckle. They go for a double clothesline, but Edison comes out and ducks it. Edison hits a sidekick to Darksky, knocking him over the ropes to the apron. Edison and Shovelman exchange blows as Darksky goes to the turnbuckle. Icox picks Idol up and shoots him into the turnbuckle, then climbs up for a few punches to the head. Shovelman tries to shoot Edison into the ropes, but Edison counters and shoots Shovelman instead. Edison hits a shoulder block, knocking Shovelman to the apron. Darksky jumps off the turnbuckle and hits a double clothesline on Shovelman and Edison. Shovelman falls off the apron to the floor below. Darksky hits a jumping elbow drop on Edison. Icox punches Idol to the head as the crowd counts along 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Idol hooks Icox's legs and hits a powerbomb.

JOEY STYLES: Idol looks to be pulling out all the stops...

P. LICKIN: Good for him.

Darksky and Idol pick Edison and Icox up and shoot them into the ropes. Idol and Darksky each go for a clothesline, but Icox and Edison both duck and go to the ropes. Idol hits a big boot to the head on Icox. Edison hits a spinning elbow to Darksky, taking him off his feet. Edison goes to the ropes and hits a running elbow drop. Idol goes to the turnbuckle as Edison picks Darksky up. Edison tries to shoot Darksky into the ropes, but Darksky counters and shoots Edison instead. Edison hits the ropes, and Idol is racked on the turnbuckle. Icox gets up as Darksky hits a clothesline on Edison, knocking him to the apron. Icox hits a cradle suplex on Idol off the turnbuckle! Icox and Idol are down. Darksky and Edison exchange blows over the ropes. Darksky grabs Edison and smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Edison falls, but grabs onto Darksky's foot. Darksky slides to the turnbuckle and holds on. Edison climbs up Darksky's leg and grabs onto the turnbuckle. Both men start to kick at each other as Icox and Idol stir. Idol and Icox get up. Idol hits Icox, but Icox kicks Idol to the midsection and tries to hit a piledriver. Idol counters with a backdrop. Idol goes over to Darksky and Edison and starts to stomp on their feet. Edison slips and falls off the apron on his feet. Shovelman charges Edison, but Edison counters with a back body drop onto the steel stairs. Idol starts to stomp on Darksky, but Icox grabs Idol from behind and hits a backdrop suplex. Icox picks Idol up. Darksky pulls himself back into the safety of the ring. Icox shoots Idol into the turnbuckle, and Darksky clotheslines him from behind. Icox hits a running stomp, and Darksky clotheslines Icox down to the mat. Darksky hits a jumping elbow drop, the goes to the turnbuckle. Darksky hits a knee drop on Icox off the turnbuckle, and Idol tackles Darksky from behind. Idol picks Darksky up and tries to shoot him into the ropes, but Darksky counters. Idol counters as well with a side Russian Leg-Sweep. All three men are down. Icox stirs first. Icox rolls over and gets to his knees and pulls himself up on the ropes. Idol pulls himself up on the opposite ropes. Darksky sits up and starts to push himself to his feet. Darksky hits a snap jab to Icox's head, then turns around and hits a running chop to Idol's chest. Darksky grabs Idol and tries to shoot him into Icox, but Idol counters and Icox hits a running knee on Darksky. Idol and Icox pick Darksky up and shoot him into the ropes. They hit a double back-body drop. Icox hits a leg-drop, and Idol hits a falling head-butt. Idol and Icox pick Darksky up and shoot him into the ropes. They then hit a double clothesline, knocking Darksky back into the ropes. Idol and Icox hit another double clothesline, then shoot Darksky in to the ropes again. Idol and Icox go for another double clothesline, but Darksky ducks. Idol and Icox go to the ropes. Darksky goes for a clothesline of his own, but Idol and Icox both duck. Darksky hooks the ropes to stop. Icox and Idol come full force with another double clothesline, hitting Darksky and snapping the ropes! All three men fall off apron to the outside. Icox is up, and picks Darksky up, hitting a falling suplex into the crowd barrier as the crowd starts to chant HOLY SH_T! HOLY SH_T! Edison jumps on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, hitting a leg drop on Darksky on the crowd barrier. At the same time, Idol starts to pull himself up to the apron. Icox also start to climb up the turnbuckle. Idol reaches up and pulls himself up as well. Darksky gets to his feet and waits as Icox pulls himself to the top. Edison rolls Darksky into the ring, who gets to a knee. Idol gets to his feet and tries to hit Darksky from behind, but Darksky sees it and turns around, blocking the punch. Darksky and Idol exchange blows as Icox dances on the turnbuckle for a few fans in the front row. Idol kicks Darksky to the midsection and tries to hit a shoulder-breaker, but Darksky wiggles out. Darksky hits an inverted DDT on Idol. Icox hops down and runs at Darksky, hitting a flying chop. Icox picks Darksky up, but Darksky breaks the hold, kicks Icox to the midsection, and hits the Decimation on Icox!

JOEY STYLES: That's it! That's all! There's no way Icox gets up from that!

P.LICKIN: He's taken it harder, from what I've heard...

Darksky gets up and riles the crowd as Idol gets to his feet. Darksky turns around, and Idol attacks. Idol hits a snap suplex on Darksky. Idol picks Darksky up, but Darksky kicks Idol to the midsection and goes for a piledriver, but Idol counters with a back-body drop. Darksky gets back up, and Idol kicks Darksky to the midsection, and hits the Heart Breaker on Darksky! Meanwhile on the outside, Edison is continuing his assault on Shovelman, hitting a release German Suplex. Shovelman is down and out as Edison looks back into the ring. Idol starts to roll Darksky towards the side of the ring, but Icox gets up and attacks Idol with a series of ax-handle punches to the back. Icox picks Idol up, and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Icox goes for a running clothesline, but Idol puts up the boot, catching Icox in the chin. Icox staggers back, and Idol runs out for a clothesline, but Icox ducks and hits a spinning elbow to Idol's head. Idol staggers back. Darksky starts to stagger to his feet, and almost walks off the side of the ring. Icox tries to shoots Idol into the ropes, but Idol holds on and shoots Icox into Darksky. Darksky is thrown over the side of the ring to the floor below. Icox turns around, and Idol hits a hurcanarana, sending Icox to the mat. Edison pulls Darksky off the apron and shoots him into the steel stairs. Edison then picks up the 30,000 lbs steel stairs, and drops them on Darksky's leg. Darksky screams in pain as Edison gets back in the ring. Edison walks over to one of the damaged turnbuckle posts, and rips the top off of it. Edison pulls out an ax! Edison tampered with the ring before the match! Edison looks crazed at the crowd as Icox and Idol set up two ladders in the middle of the ring. Icox and Idol both start to climb the ladders as Edison climbs the turnbuckle. Edison turns around, and sees the two men climbing. Idol reaches the top first, and is able to barely touch the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Belt. Icox reaches up, attempting to also grab the Belt, but Idol hits him in the head, and Icox almost falls off the ladder. Edison screams "NOOOO!" and jumps off the turnbuckle, smashing his ax into Idol's ladder, breaking it. Idol falls to the mat, unable to get the belt.

JOEY STYLES: Edison is going to KILL somebody!

P. LICKIN: That's for sure.

Icox is still on the ladder as Darksky is able to pull himself up on the outside. Icox is climbing back up, but this time Edison drops the axe, and grabs Icox from behind. Icox hits a back elbow Edison lets him go, and Icox jumps off, attempting a head scissors takedown, but Edison grabs Icox's leg, and brings him over the ropes, hitting a powerbomb to the outside! Icox is down, writhing in pain as Edison begins to climb the ladder. Idol is back up, and runs at the turnbuckle. Idol hops up, walks down the top rope, and grabs Edison's head, hitting a bulldog off the ladder, sending Edison head first into the turnbuckle! Edison is busted open as the crowd starts chanting RICK-Y *clap* *clap* ID-OL *clap* *clap*! Idol is quickly up, but so is Darksky, who is on the ladder. Idol climbs up the other side of the ladder as the two men race to get to the top. They both make it, and start to exchange blows back and forth as Edison slowly pulls himself to his feet. Icox is also up, and Shovelman somehow is up as well. Icox pulls himself up on the apron as Edison pushes the ladder over. Shovelman gets in the ring, running toward the melee in the middle. The ladder falls, but both Idol and Darksky are able to grab the cable with the belt, and hang on. Icox is up on the turnbuckle, and jumps off, holding onto Idol's leg. Edison runs up and attempts to jump up, but can't quite reach. Shovelman runs forward, and Edison hits a drop toe kick, then steps on Shovelman and grabs onto Darksky's leg. Icox and Edison both pull themselves up, attempting to climb up to grab the belt. Darksky reaches out and gets a hand on the belt, then lets go with his other hand, punching Idol in the face. The cable snaps, and all four men fall, crashing to the ground, but Darksky was able to hold onto the belt! The ref calls for the bell!)-)-)

Winner: Draeden Darksky wins the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship



JOEY STYLES: Wow! What a match we have just witnessed!

P. LICKIN: Yeah I guess it was ok.

JOEY STYLES: Wait a minute…I’m just getting word that the VWF World Heavyweight Champion, “All That” Lee Ryan has finally arrived here in the arena!

P. LICKIN: Oh woop de do!



The VikingTron flickers to life to show “All That” Lee Ryan walking into the arena wearing his usual pair of baggy jeans and shirt with the sleeves rolled half way up his arms. The cheers from the crowd can be heard in the distance as the champion walks through the hallways carrying his gym bag and talking on his cell phone.

Lee Ryan: Hey baby, don’t sweat it…I know, you just do your thing in Las Vegas and we can meet up to celebrate our victories after…

Interrupting him is the sight of Kyle Bacon rushing down the corridor.

Kyle Bacon: “All That” “All That”! Can I get a quick comment on your match tonight?

Lee Ryan: Look babe, let me hit you back later…yeah I’ve got business rushing after me. Ok baby…you to…bye.

Lee flips the lip of his phone closed, ending the call as Kyle final reaches the champion. Doubling over to catch his breath, Kyle is red faced and wheezing heavily.

Lee Ryan: Damn Bacon Burger! You look like you’ve just been running from Rico! But more importantly what have I told you about when I’m on the phone?

Kyle Bacon: Erm…to listen and learn?

Lee Ryan: Ok there was that…but I’m talking about the other thing I told you?

Kyle Bacon: Don’t interrupt…

Lee Ryan: That’s right; don’t interrupt when I’m on the phone to my girl!

Kyle Bacon: But I was told to ask you about any last minute thoughts you might be having about tonight’s main event match.

Lee Ryan: What’s there left to think about? If DBR wants to play up to the tortured soul act then I’ll be more then happy to oblige when I make sure his string of disappointments continue tonight.

Kyle Bacon: But what about the fact that he’s the bigger man in the match?

Lee Ryan: So what? What I may lack in size I more then make up for in speed and intelligence! Now, if you’ve run out of stupid questions, I’ve got things to do!

Lee walks off leaving Kyle behind him but only manages a couple of steps before his path is blocked by the Viking King.

Lee Ryan: Ah Boss Man! What can I do for HIM now?

Viking: HE just wanted to wish you good luck with your match tonight! But more importantly HE wants to make sure that you enjoy your time as Champion while it lasts! Because HE surely hopes that DBR destroys you tonight!!!

A smile grows across Lee’s face, he looks down for a few seconds but soon fixes his gaze so he is once again face to face with The Viking King.

Lee Ryan: Well…it looks like D…B…R wont be the only one who’s gonna be disappointed tonight!

Lee continues his walk down the corridor leaving The Viking King seething with rage.

JOEY STYLES: Wow! The VWF Champion “All That” Lee Ryan standing up to the owner of the federation, The Viking King!

P. LICKIN: Yeah, because that’s always a smart move!

JOEY STYLES: If he’s not careful, he might end up on the boss’s hit list along with The Vox! But still, never let it be said that “All That” isn’t a fighting champion.


Dr. Jekyl (c) Vs. Surge (c) Vs. The Vox (c) Bankrupt Vs. Rage Vs. Crimson Lightening
Chamber Match ,
( Intercontinental, Eurocontinental and Britannia Heavyweight Championships )

(-(-( (((All six men are brought down to the ring one by one and locked in their respective cells so as not to give anyone the chance to get at one another before the match can begin. Every single one of them looks prepared to rip their door open, even though the cells will only open one at a time. Jekyl yanks furiously at his door with a look of near panic on his face before sitting and pulling a can of SPAM out of his tights and opening it to munch in quiet resignation at his incarceration.)))

Joey Styles: Well, this is going to be an amazing match, P. There's no telling what will come of this now! We could have three new champs before everyone even gets released from their cells!

P.Lickin: This is a cutting edge match, Joey. Only in the VWF will you find this kind of thing! We are leaders in the industry!

Joey Styles: Did you just complete a sentence without insulting my mom?

(((The bell rings and every wrestler but Dr.Jekyl is anxiously waiting at the door to their cells. The fans are on their feet as two cells open. It's the Vox and Rage! The fans roar as Rage steps outside and isn't aware of who the other entrant is. Vox catches him from behind and hits a german suplex with a bridge right off the bat! The ref counts. 1... 2..Kickout! Rage was almost caught off guard! Vox gets up and pulls Rage up and closelines him from behind back down again. He pulls Rage to his feet and drops him with a russian leg sweep and covers. 1... 2.. Kickout again. Vox pulls Rage up, kicks him in the stomach and applies a front face lock for a DDT. But Rage grabs his legs and pulls Vox off his feet for a reversal. He follows up with a stomp to the midsection and some leg twists. He drops several elbows to the knees. He pulls Vox to his feet and hits an atomic knee breaker.Vox falls to the mat, clutching his knee as Rage stands over him. He puts the boots to the knee again, measuring out each kick visciously. Vox is in agony as Rage twists one of the knees and really applies the pressure as Vox reaches for the ropes in pain. Rage releases the hold and starts to apply a figure four. But as he reaches for the second leg, Vox grabs his head and pulls him down in a roll up! 1... 2. kickout! Rage gets up and pulls Vox to his feet. He tries to kick him in the stomach but catches his foot, spins him around and kicks Rage in the stomach instead and hits the VOX DROP out of nowhere! The Vox covers. 1... 2... 3!)))

Joey Styles: Oh my God! The Vox has retained his Britania Heavyweight title before anyone else could be released to have a shot at it!

P.Lickin: Boring.

(((The Vox is taunting Surge and Jekyl, who has suddenly taken interest in the match now that his Intercontinental title is on the line. Jekyl starts shouting to open his door as the Vox points to where Rage is pulling himself up on the ropes. Then the Vox goes over and helps Rage the rest of the way up. He signals for another Vox Drop as the crowd goes wild. He gets the double underhook applied, but then Rage flips forward, lifting his legs up and wrapping them around Vox's head and pulling Vox face first to the mat with a loud thud! Rage slowly gets to his knees as Vox holds his face and rolls around on the mat. Rage gets up and starts to pull the Vox up, but unceremoniously dropped to the mat by a viscious dropkick to the back of the head from Crimson Lightening! Crimson gets up and puts a few boots to the Vox and then does a little dance for some fat checks sitting in the front row. Rage rolls oer to the side and just lays there holding the back of his head and staying out of sight as Crimson pulls the Vox to his feet. Crimson whips Vox to the ropes and hits back drop followed by a leaping back elbow drop. Crimson is up and going to the ropes to hit a rolling knee on the Vox. He pulls him to his feet and hits an inziguri on the Vox. Crimson goes to the top rope and waits for the Vox to get up. When he does, Crimson flies through the air and hits a closeline on the Vox. Crimson is back up quickly and scaling the top rope again. He does a little dance as the women scream and then hits the HIGH FEVER on the Vox! Holding his own chest, Crimson rolls over and hooks the leg for the cover as Dr.Jekyl goes wild trying to escape his prison. The ref slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... Rage makes the save with a double axe handle to the head! Rage pulls Crimson up, kicks him in the midsection and DDT's him to the mat. He pulls the Vox up and hits a belly to belly suplex that leaves Vox gasping in pain on the mat. Rage gets up at the same time as Crimson gains his feet and the door opens to Surge's cell! Surge charges into the ring as Crimson charges Rage. Rage ducks Crimson's attempt at a closeline. Instead, Crimson and Surge closeline eachother down! Rage scales the second rope and splashes them both! he pulls Surge to his feet and the two of them start trading punches. Neither man is getting the upper hand when Crimson spins Surge around and hits a short arm closeline. Rage puts some boots to Surge and Crimson joins him. Crimson drops an elbow to the head and Rage follows by putting the boots to Crimson while he's down too. Rage pulls Crimson up and whips him to the ropes but when he goes for a back body drop, Crimson rolls over his back and hits the ropes again, hitting a high cross body on Rage. Crimson rolls off and is on his feet again. he goes to the ropes and Rages leaps to the floor at his feet. Rage gets up and tries to leapfrog Crimson on the rebound, but Crimson catches him in mid air and slams him to his back visciously. Crimson grabs the legs and locksin THE MOST PAINFUL SUBMISSION MOVE EVER! Rage is in agony and trying unsuccessfully to reach the ropes. The ref is checking to see if Rage will submit when out of nowhere the Vox drops an elbow on Crimson! The crowd goes wild as Vox rolls over slowly gets to his hands and knees. Crimson gets up bulldogs the Vox back down again and goes for a quick cover. 1... 2... Surge makes the save!)))

Joey Styles: Amazing! We're only a third of the way through this match and we've already seen a ton of near falls! This is exhausting just to watch!

P.Lickin: So is your mom. There. Happy? And this is a great match!

(((Surge gets up and hits several chops across the chest of Crimson Lightening that send him back to the corner. Surge rams his shoulder into Crimson's stomach a few times and then monkey flips him out of the corner onto the prone form of the Vox. Surge climbs to the top rope and hits a splash onto Crimson AND the Vox! Surge hooks the leg of Crimson but the ref taps him on the shoulder and shows him that Crimson's shoulders aren't completely on the mat. Surge hauls Crimson up and hits a double arm DDT on him! Surge goes for the cover. 1... 2... Rage makes the save with a kick to the head! Rage pulls Surge up and dumps him onto Crimson with a body slam. The Vox is starting to get up and Rage catches him with the COMING OF AGE! Rage makes the cover on an exhausted as the door to Jekyl's cell opens. 1... 2... 3! Just a moment too late, Jekyl hits a baseball slide that wipes out both Rage and the Vox, then beats the mat furiously with his fists as the ref raises Rage's hand in victory as the new Intercontinental Championship. Jekyl gets up with a look of terrifying anger on his face and pulls Rage up to his feet. He grabs him by the throat and begins pounding him with nasty left hooks as he pulls him over to the cell he was just released from. He grabs the empty SPAM can and rakes it across Rage's face, cutting him wide open. He slams him against the unforgiving steel bars and Rage wilts to the floor. Jekyl grabs Rage and hits a DDT on the steel chamber floor. Jekyl climbs back into the ring and pulls the Vox to his feet. Jekyl tosses him out of the ring and then turns to look for a new victom, only to get closelined over the top by Surge. Surge grabs Crimson who is using the ropes to get up and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound he hits a back body drop on Crimson that sends him over the top rope. Jekyl catches his upper body in mid air and slams him to the steel platform floor as the crowd chants HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Jekyl turns just in time to catch a high cross body from Surge coming over the top rope. Both men are down but are quick to recover and get to their feet. Surge hits a running elbow on Jekyl and tosses him back into the ring. He springboards over the ropes and hits a leg drop on Jekyl. Surge gets up and puts a few boots to Jekyl before pulling him up. He whips Jekyl to the ropes and hits a spear on the rebound. Surge climbs the ropes and goes for the UNDERDOG'S WRATH, but Jekyl rolls out of the way. But Surge sees it and rolls through the move, getting back to his feet on the role and charging Jekyl again, hitting a baseball slide that jams him in the corner. Rage starts to get up again and climbs into the ring behind Surge while he pulls Jekyl to the center of the ring. When Surge turns around, Rage kicks him in the stomach and goes for the COMING OF AGE, but Surge blocks it, pulls Rage down into a headlock and drops him with a DDT that lands on Jekyl and doesn't have enough impact to do much damage. Rage pops up but Surge grabs him by the legs and pulls him down and locks in a sharpshooter before Rage can counter. Rage is in agony as Surge pours on the pressure. Rage is able to pull Surge about half way to the ropes, then gives out and collapses. His hand comes up and it looks like he might tap out when Crimson flies off the top rope with a closeline on Surge from behind! All five men are down when the door opens to Bankrupt's cell!)))

Joey Styles: What an opportunity for Bankrupt here! Everyone is down and worn out and he's the only fresh combatant left! We already have a new Intercontinental Champion! Could we see another new champ here as well?

P.Lickin: I don't know Joey, but if Bankrupt can't pull off a pinfall here, he better pack his bags and head for the minor leagues with your mom!

(((Bankrupt pulls the Vox up and goes for a suplex, but Vox grabs the ropes to block it. He lifts Bankrupt to reverse it and suplex him over the top rope. But Bankrupt lands on his feet and drives his shoulder between the ropes into the middle of Vox's back. Bankrupt leaps over the top rope and catches Vox in a bulldog. He gets up only to be taken down by a dropkick from Crimson Lightening. But before Crimson can get up his head gets stomped by Surge. Surge hauls Crimson up and hits him with the PLASTIC SURGEON! But he doesn't even get a chance for a cover because Jekyl is on him like a pitbull hitting the FALL FROM SANITY! The crowd is chanting HOLY SHIT! again because of the flurry of finishers on display. But it's not over as Jekyl climbs back to his feet and starts to scale the top rope again. But Rage manages to get to his feet and fall on the ropes. Jekyl loses his balance and falls to the top turnbuckle with a nut crunching thud. Rage goes to the outside and scales the ropes behind jekyl. he pulls him back up and gets him turned around and hits the COMING OF AGE off the top rope to the outside on the steel platform flooring! The crowd is delirious as Rage slowly rolls back into the ring, holding his sore back. When he stands up, he gets nailed by the SUPER THUNDER KICK from Bankrupt! Rage goes down and is motionless in the middle of the ring! Bankrupt immediately goes to the top rope and does a super hero pose before leaping off and hitting the DEAD BROKE on Rage in the middle of the ring! Bankrupt goes for the cover. 1... 2... Crimson makes the save! Crimson grabs Bankrupt by the head and tosses him over the top rope to the apron. Crimson covers. The ref counts 1...2...3... The bell rings, when suddenly, "Think About The End" hits, and out comes The Viking King, mic in hand. He )-)-)

Winner: The Vox retains the Britannia Heavyweight Championship. Crimson Lightening wins the Eurocontinental Championship. Rage wins the Intercontinental Championship. Then Bankrupt wins the Britannia Heavyweight Championship





We see the wild, excited VWF fans looking expectant – The arena falls under darkness 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. The fire subsides for a moment as the transparent truck evaporates into the same blackness that again engulfs the arena, except for a red spotlight on the entranceway. DBR bursts through the curtain, his hood pulled up over his head which is rocking to the beats of his own intro. The shadows of the hood are covering his red contact covered eyes, casting his face in shadow for a moment as he stops dead in his tracks and glares out from under it at the audience. We see a sadistic smile creep across his face, as the most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer his name and his cult-like following of loyal fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR figures and paraphernalia into the air along with their Devil Horns. The entire audience however is not yet engulfed and a heavy chorus of deep boos and jeers can be heard as well. DBR wears a smile, which widens and grows more obviously disturbing as he picks up on hearing this, becoming one that bares his two steel K9 fangs. The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood and roars back at the wild fans cheering so ravenously for him. DBR runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage and throws both arms up in his Devil horns high sign, his fans reply in kind with their unified pop, reciprocated hand gestures and hundreds of flying rolls of Blood Red and Dead Black DBR Toilet Paper which soon begins crossing over the ramp way in a thin layer of the randomly woven trails. A roll flies near DBR and he catches it - rips it free of it's long fluttering tail and whips it back out into the crowd just before he rips off his skully and tosses it into the crowd as well. DBR makes his way back to the ramp, unzipping his hoody. DBR pulls his hoody off and throws it into the other side of the crowd. DBR reaches his hands out, touching the out stretched hands of the unsettlingly loud fans brandishing his merchandise and posters, stepping back and forth to make contact with his sadistic fans on both sides and throwing middle fingers in the faces of those who jeer him, he makes his way toto wardsthe ring as the announcer begins to speak and the lights begin to strobe red and black in time with the music.

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S TIME! TO FOCUS ON THE DANGER! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a height of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and weighting in at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging DBR! Scott Carr!

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 - to wards 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 in the middle of the ring as he pulls a microphone from his back pocket - he also pulls out the ever present and always infamous cigarette tin that we know is not full of tobacco. DBR opens it and puts a large red and black paper wrapped joint between his lips. DBR pulls a silver torch lighter from his hip pocket and fires up the joint - giving him time to ingest a few thick puffs before he exhales and begins to speak while taking his typical puffs between points.

DBR- First thing first... those who are in "the know" should know what I mean when I say... RIGHT NOW IS THE TIME TO EFFECT CHANGE! The Time and the Rise of VWF's Elite begins tonight! If you're down, then get your fucking gear on... if you even THINK you can't hack it, then don't waste my fucking time and slack it. Just shut up and pay attention! Now... onto more pressing and immediate matters... It's here folks! Time to FUCKING CELEBRATE! RIGHT!? I've worked my way nearly to the fucking top and I've gotten nothing but all the props and respect I've deserved... right? Wrong. I've seen so few worthy opponents and I've made even fewer genuine friends during my time here... but that's fine by me - I can appreciate and am generally picky about who earns the right to hear me call them "Friend". Though the time of change is upon us... it's been coming for a while and I think more people know it than just those who will become involved. I know in the end - win, lose or draw tonight... I'm a walking target... those who could never achieve to be like me can and will do all they have at their disposal to see my time here be short... I can't let that happen. No matter what happens tonight... there has still been a positive change in me. I know the callow fucks in this company don't hold a candle to me... Fuck - they need to put my picture on god damned toilet paper BECAUSE I'VE CLEANED UP EVERYPIECEE OF SHIT PUT IN FRONT OF ME! Lee Ryan won't be any different... he'll just be a bigger, more important piece of shit than the rest. I'll give you credit Lee... rare is the occasion that a man as much at a size disadvantage as you are is able to bring it to me the way you have... but don't think that matters... ultimately all I need to do is beat you straight the fuck down and TAKE THAT STRAP! All you need to do is bring your spine and pretend you're actually a man for a little while tonight. Now it was cute the last couple of weeks where you decided you'd go all fucking white knight and defend Cheyenne's honor - and try to defend the prestige of your title which I've already held up once over your lifeless fucking corpse... but that's not what we're going to clash for tonight... me tossing Cheyenne over your head like a paper fucking airplane isn't what you need to worry about, Lee... you need to worry about the seven foot plus ARMY OF ME that has sworn on every molecule of his being that I WILL WIN THE WORLD TITLE! I WILL SUCCEED WHERE OTHERS HAVE FAILED! I will defeat you, Lee... certainly... fairly... and so very fucking absolutely. You've had my Destiny lashed around your waist for too fucking long... and tonight - I don't care if I have to remove a portion of your torso to get it... I will take what I want; just like I've taken every shred of notoriety and every scrap ofacknowledgmentt VWF has given me! See, I didn't come here having been highly recommended to Vike... motherfucker wouldn't have known me from Adam if it weren't for the Tattoos, Sinning ways and the fact I Just can't seem to find a leaf big enough to house the good old pussy smasher! Fact is... I had a rough go in the beginning and STILL my talent showed through... still enough people here recognized my abilities, both natural and nurtured alike... and in spite of some moments I'd rather leave in the past... I'm here now. I'm where I want to be - RIGHT WHERE I BELONG! Breathing down the neck of a man who refuses to pay attention to my path of destruction! A MAN WHO THINKS I'M A JOKE! A man... who couldn't be more wrong - a man who could in no way conceivable be in any more Danger than He is Tonight! "All That" he very well may be... BUT I AM ALL THIS! I AM ALL TOO REAL! And All This has shot to the fucking top with little to no true resistance. Lee can think that because I've been feeling him out and testing his limits that he's got the upper hand... hell maybe I'm wrong and he feels at a loss... but I want you all to rest assured - each and every person in this arena tonight... rest assured... Lee Ryan either won't walk out of here the World Champion... or neither of us is walking out at all! For all my hard work! For all my effort! It all comes down to this night! It all comes down to one match THAT I GET TO NAME THE STIPULATIONS OF! And all I can keep thinking is... this is no dream... although I've dreamed for this night since before the ink of my signature dried on my VWF Talent Contract... this shit has gotten All Too Real! And for Ryan's sake... I hope his little back feels better... because I've got no ill effects from him ringing my fucking bell. I hope after the beatings he's taken, that shot from the ring bell was a real indication that he's aware that this isn't going to be the both of us "doing the dance" he'd best get ready to catch as catch can against the Biggest, Strongest AND ONE OF THE VERY FUCKING BEST VWF HAS EVER SEEN! "All That"? Sure... I'm not All That... I'm just the Body Bagging Toe Tagging Sick Ass Motherfucker! I'm Just VWF's Fatal Phenomenon! I'm JUST THE GUY WHO'S GOING TO BE YOUR NEXT WORLD CHAMPION! That's worth making fun of... right? I mean as sarcastically as I can say this... it hardly seems worth taking a man seriously who is known for being a Brutal No Sell Competitor... a man who has shelved more professional wrestlers in under a year than Lee Ryan's grandmother has shelved preservatives in her day. It's taken me months to get where I am... it's taken a wake of destruction hereunto nary unseen within VWF... and it's taken little to no effect on me at all. I've gotten to a place in months that some VWF stars will never see in YEARS! I'm not going to let this slip me by... I can't... I won't... I flat out fucking refuse to give in to anything... especially All That! So bring the best you've got tonight, Lee... Bring It All and Leave NOTHING for Tomorrow... because if I get a fraction of an instant tonight... if you make one mistake - I will break your bones... I will rip open your flesh or... I will simply end your career like so many before you. I've made my promises and I intend to fucking well keep them - and NO, Lee... your manhood isn't in question any more, you already answered the challenge by refusing to have spine enough to answer it directly or at all for that matter - Belial did me and Viking King both a favor. He won Me the right to name tonight's stipulations because unlike you... I'm not a selfish cunt! I help those around me - I don't just jack my motherfucking jaw about how great everyone should think I am... I JUST HIT THE RING AND CONVINCE THEM WITH MY ACTIONS! And because Belial did what he could to help me... I now get to name the stipulations to our match... which I'm dedicating to my dearly departed wife... this will be... NO HOLDS BARRED - NO DQ - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

P.Lickin: HOLY OLD SHIT! They’ll kill one another!

Joey Styles: I think that’s just what DBR has in mind… either he leaves here tonight as the champion or both of them are going to end up so beaten and broken down that neither man will be here for competition next week!

P.Lickin: I’d say from the look in his eyes – speaking of eyes, those don’t look like his contacts – but I’d say from the look in his brand new eyes, DBR has it in his head to see that Lee Ryan is never the same again.

Joey Styles: Lee has had jokes to spare when it comes to DBR… but I think once it dawns on him that there is nothing stopping DBR from doing whatever he wants… then all his wrath and anger are going to make Lee Ryan save his jokes for another man on another day!

DBR- Are you thinking you're ready for All That - "All That"? I'm not foolish enough to think you ONLY need a top rope to jump off of - but what will you do when you can't take to the air? When you've got to fight for your very survival! Not just MY World Title! I did a lot to change what life gave me... I did everything I could… I started wrestling again to take away the pain of being so alone in this horrid place... Every little chance I got. I would be training to become something more... Something great... and someday something legendary... You and I are similar in many ways Lee... We both like to rise to the occasion and we're both paving the path for ourselves in the words we speak. I mean, I know you can talk shit until a deaf and mute person wants to scream “Shut the Fuck up” directly in your face… but do you ever just stop and think "what if" Lee? Do you ever Shut the Fuck up just long enough to sit there and wonder as you wander through your own little state of mind - just taking in everything? Losing yourself within one's own thought isn’t uncommon… I am sure you have... Everyone does it... Everyone must think about their future and what it might hold… After all, the future can be a very good or very bad thing now can’t it? It could hold everything you've ever wanted or something you fear for the worst... That is how life is and how it works... You may not see what this has to do with our match tonight, but well... as it stands right this second… that moment we meet is still the future... and seeing as I failed Precognition Class in high school because I was too busy getting high and preparing myself to enter pro wrestling – well it leaves me in a position where I can't say for certain if I will win… although all you’ve done so far is prattle on – acting like a scornful teenage girl trying to point out all the reasons everyone should hate me You are a truly awesome competitor, though you’re much better at mouthing off and I just can't in all due honesty say that I am going to be able to win this one hands down, but I certainly will try and I will put up a strong fight to prove I am worthy of being exactly where I am heading. I am wishing for one thing from you Lee... That you will put up a great fight on your end as well... I hope on it with all my heart… I don’t want this win to be tarnished with your inability to face loss like a man… though all you’ve shown me so far is how little and petty a man you can actually be. It's weird you know... You can hate a situation you’re in so much while your there and all the memories that hold tears and such a deep pain over the years... But a later, you learn to forgive and forget… It all becomes just mind numbing and goes to the back of my mind... No more hatred... I know what I need to do tonight and… I’m just kind of at peace with the whole thing. It's very apparent to me and anyone else who isn’t fucking brain dead that you are a big time player in VWF... I seen it the minute I watched your first match. I knew there was something about you that would spark such attention from me… I knew we’d eventually collide like this. Even a while back when I was originally asked if I wanted to face you - I was all to happy to oblige.., but this business has a way of dangling aspirations in front of you just as quickly as it snatches them away. Though now it’s going to be so much better for me, Lee. Do you know why? Putting aside all your horse shit, it boils down to the simple same old process... Like it's been said for years in this industry… to be the best, you have to beat the best and not only that you usually have to beat them a few times just for good measure... Well right now I see someone who signifies the essence of the best there is in VWF. Well, not the best because saying that would stir some controversy don't you think? I mean you’re only just a World Champion for now. But you’re close enough for me for right now... If I can beat you, then I’ll have no further need to prove I can beat anyone in VWF! That’s not to say I’ll stop trying just as hard as I do now… it just means I won’t fucking need to. It’s evidentiary basis will be the title I hold! THE TITLE I TAKE TONIGHT! MY VWF WORLD HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE! Better men, fuck that… actual MEN haven’t been able to stop me yet Lee… so what’s a frightened joke cracking little BITCH like you going to do – besides maybe cover MY RING in YOUR BLOOD AND TEARS! Lee Ryan… your end is in sight… your personal Armageddon is nigh. You’ve come full circle as champion and you’ve enjoyed your few weeks of fame at the top. Now… you go One on One with the One Man in VWF who has been willing to walk, no – fuck that, One Man in VWF who has been willing to rampage through an entire roster to get to right here tonight… to get to you. Oh… and Lee… I liked your little demonstration this week… but let me just show you something too… I don’t need to ask anyone to chant for me! Those who know the best when they see it - already Scream my name!

DBR drops the microphone in the middle of the ring as a nearly unified chant of “D-B-R, D-B-R, D-B-R” fills the arena. DBR climbs up to the second turnbuckle and reaches his arms out – palms extended towards the ravenous audience feeling the power of their chants.

P.Lickin: He’s not a nice man at all, but I’ll be damned if he can’t get an audience and everyone else listening to hang on every word that comes from his mouth.

Joey Styles: He does swear a lot though. But as we saw earlier this week – he made a promise… he swore to his wife under some odd circumstances that he wouldn’t be stopped tonight. I think Lee Ryan needs to keep that in mind. DBR has always been very determined but I’ve never seen him like this. P.Lickin: Because you’ve never seen him going for the Gold!

Joey Styles: This is True. Lord have Mercy on Lee Ryan… because it seems like DBR has none for anyone!

DBR jumps down from the turnbuckle and jaunts across the ring ascending the far turnbuckle and feeling the powerful vibrations of their chants as well.

P.Lickin: I mean listen to that crowd…

Joey Styles: I know… he may be considered a “heel” but I’ll be damned if this man isn’t one of VWF’s fan favorites!

P.Lickin: You need to win to get love – everyone loves a winner! And DBR is Just That! A Consistent, SCARY winner!

Joey Styles: Indeed he is, but with his naming tonight’s World Title Main Event stipulations as being No Holds Barred – No DQ – Falls Count Anywhere… I just hope Lee Ryan can stand up to the task.

P.Lickin: If he doesn’t I doubt we’ll see much more of him in VWF.

Joey Styles: Lee Ryan is resilient but DBR is ruthless… I don’t know about you, Lickin… but I can’t wait to see this mayhem unfold!

P.Lickin: Exactly, Styles… you, me and MILLIONS of VWF Fans Can’t all Be Wrong!

“Suffa” by (Hed) P.E. begins to pound through the arena as DBR smiles his sadistic smile and laughs to himself. He exits the ring to a chorus from a legion of fans chanting his name in anticipation of the massive VWF match that he’ll take part in against one of VWF’s most storied champions. Again fans toss red and black rolls of DBR toilet paper around the arena – again DBR catches on in mid air as he ascends the ramp way. DBR holds it up in front of the camera that is following his progress and he leaves with one simple message.

DBR- Hey Ryan… What do you think of the Merchandise? You little piece of shit!

As belligerently quarrelsome as he is deadly serious and some how still strangly calm. DBR tosses the roll back out into the audience taking the time to roar out at them with both hands raised in his devil horn high sign as he walks backwards the last few steps up the ramp and disappears backstage behind the entrance curtain.

P.Lickin: Are you going to think less of me if I go back to hiding under the desk when he comes out?

Joey Styles: Oh no of course not, Lickin. HOW could I ever even POSSIBLY think less of YOU?

P.Lickin: Good point.

Joey Styles: It’d have been better if you got it.

P.Lickin: Huh?

Joey Styles: Never mind… just… do us both a favor and forget it.

"All That" Lee Ryan (c) Vs. "DBR" Scott Carr
Normal Match,
( VWF World Heavyweight Championship )

(-(-( The ladies in the audience suddenly start to perk up; their screams getting louder and louder. The entrance ramp explodes into a war zone of fire works as “The Way You Like It” by Adema sounds through the arena’s PA systems. From out of the smoke the VWF World Heavyweight champion appears, full of life and energy. Wearing his title belt around his waist, “All That” Lee Ryan rushes from one side of the stage to the other, basking in the screams and shouts from the crowd; their cries seemingly psyching the champ up even more. Returning to the centre of the stage, Ryan takes two steps down the ramp before stopping dead in his tracks. A cocky grin stretching across his face, “All That” spins to point back at the stage entrance before dropping to his knees. Taking her familiar cue, the ever lovely Cheyenne emerges to the wolf whistles and chants from the males in attendance. Stepping to Lee Ryan’s side, Cheyenne leans over and places a single finger under his chin. Slowly raising him to his feet, Cheyenne moves in even closer until there lips are barely a breath apart. As a kiss seems inevitable, the femme fatale suddenly walks away down the ramp, leaving the Champ and many men in the audience hot under the collar. Looking back over her shoulder, the sexy brunette winks at her man as his cocky grin is replaced by a huge smile. The pair continue their way down the ramp towards the ring and the waiting challenger. Sat at ringside, “All That” spots a screaming female fan, brandishing a camera while waving a sign reading – MARRY ME ALL THAT!!! Not one to disappoint a fan, Ryan heads in her direction. Taking the camera from the now hysterical admirer and handing it to Cheyenne the Champ poses for a picture then gives the girl a peck on the cheek, leaving the fan crying with happiness before sliding into the ring. The referee goes to take the title belt from around Lee Ryan’s waist only to have his hand slapped away by the champ. Wagging his finger at the official, Ryan removes his trademark unbuttoned shirt, much to the delight of the females in attendance, before hurling it into the audience causing a near riot with the women in the vicinity of where it landed. Slowly unclipping the VWF World Championship belt “All That” kisses the title then hands it to the referee.

Announcer: LADIES! LADIES! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Get ready because this isn't just another introduction - I am proud to introduce ALL THAT! Hailing from London England and Standing in this very ring tonight at a height of Six feet - Two Inches Tall! He weighs in at Two Hundred and Twenty Five pounds! He is... Our Current World Champion and The VWF Prodigy! "All That" LEE RYAN!

P.Lickin: I've never seen Ryan's eyes like that before! He's fired up!

Joey Styles: He's got more on his plate than a title defense tonight - he stands toe to toe with the one man wrecking crew! The Prodigal Son versus The Heignous Monster! This goes beyond David and Goliath - forget all the cliches! This is VWF! This is Lee Ryan taking on one of the single most dominant challengers we've Ever had in VWF, DBR! THIS IS GOING BEYOND THE HYPE! THIS IS FOR THE VWF WORLD TITLE! IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN RIGHT NOW AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

P.Lickin: Jesus Joey, smoke a joint or something - do whatever you've got to do, just calm down.

Joey Styles: I Can't calm down! These two are going to destroy this building!

P.Lickin: It's just too bad DBR didn't take up Viking King on his offer to name the stipulation for the match.

Joey Styles: True... wait... wait... I'm getting word from the back. Quick, Lickin get the ref's attention!

P.Lickin: I can't believe what they've just told us! This is going to be incredible!

Joey Styles: Unbeleivable - totally amazing!

P.Lickin: Last week we saw that these two want nothing more than to dismantle one another... and a week later the only thing that's changed is the date on the calendar!

Joey Styles: That's very true and with DBR waiting until the dying moment of his oppritunity - he FINALLY came out tonight and laid down the stipulations for this match saying that this will be a No Hold Barred, No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere Match! We are SURE to see these two take this far beyond civility!

P.Lickin: You want to believe it! This unruley sort of match is right up DBR's alley... but Lee Ryan isn't known for backing down from a challenge.

Joey Styles: Lee Ryan has shown DBR he's willing to leave the ring and step things up - I'm not sure that DBR asked for this match to swing the scales in his favor, or if it was done simply because he knew that this match was the so based in the great expectation of the fans that it had to come to a difinative conclusion! One way or another one of these men is walking out - either new or still the World Champion! And the other? If he can walk... leaves with one helacious, memorable match on his resume and a very experiences notch in his belt!

P.Lickin: That will probably go along nicely with the two new wrong sized boots in his ass, Joey.

Joey Styles: I think DBR is coming down now.

Backstage we see DBR advance from his locker room towards the entrance way. Passing through the hallway several superstars still standing in the hallway who most likely watched Lee Ryan take the same long walk. Much like Lee Ryan probably experienced DBR walks along - some wrestlers nodding their well wishes and patting DBR on the back as he passes by. Though others still allow their sneering jeers and muttered insults to make their true feelings known. DBR ignores them all, walking slolwy with his eyes locked on the floor. He stops at the entrance curtain and we can hear the insanity unfolding as fans begin to grow restless. The cameras change and we see the wild, excited VWF fans looking expectant – The arena falls under darkness 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. The fire subsides for a moment as the transparent truck evaporates into the same blackness that again engulfs the arena, except for a red spotlight on the entranceway. DBR bursts through the curtain, his hood pulled up over his head which is rocking to the beats of his own intro. The shadows of the hood are covering his red contact covered eyes, casting his face in shadow for a moment as he stops dead in his tracks and glares out from under it at the audience. We see a sadistic smile creep across his face, as the most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer his name and his cult-like following of loyal fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR figures and paraphernalia into the air along with their Devil Horns. The entire audience however is not yet engulfed and a heavy chorus of deep boos and jeers can be heard as well. DBR wears a smile, which widens and grows more obviously disturbing as he picks up on hearing this, becoming one that bares his two steel K9 fangs. The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood and roars back at the wild fans cheering so ravenously for him. DBR runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage and throws both arms up in his Devil horns high sign, his fans reply in kind with their pop and reciprocated hand gestures. DBR rips off his skully and tosses it to the crowd before he makes his way back to the ramp, unzipping his hoody. DBR pulls his hoody off and throws it into the other side of the crowd. DBR reaches his hands out, touching the out stretched hands of the unsettlingly loud fans brandishing his merchandise and posters, stepping back and forth to make contact with his sadistic fans on both sides and throwing middle fingers in the faces of those who jeer him, he makes his way towards the ring as the announcer begins to speak and the lights begin to strobe red and black in time with the music.

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS TIME TO FOCUS ON THE DANGER! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a height of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and weighting in at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging DBR! Scott Carr!

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 the bell.

P.Lickin: No Holds Barred - No DQ - Falls Count Anywhere! And it's all for the World Title! HERE WE GO!

Joey Styles: Both these men look ready!

The bell rings as Lee and DBR circle one another. Lee goes in for a lock up only to get thrown back into a corner and have DBR's middle finger waved at him. Lee runs out of the corner and goes for a low drop kick but DBR lifts his foot at the last second and as Lee slides beneath it, DBR drops a knee on his face.

P.Lickin: Lee isn't going anywhere in this match if he tries to go power for power with DBR.

Joey Styles: He needs to keep this high paced and impactful or DBR is likely to litterally rip him apart!

DBR pulls Ryan to his feet and begins throwing knee shots into Lee's midsection. Lee tries pushing DBR off but the big man is relentless - he grabs Lee lifting him up over his head and throwing him over the top rope so hard that Lee collides with the guard railing.

P.Lickin: One match after this and Lee would be eliminated!

Joey Styles: But he isn't - and this is falls count anywhere so we're still going!

P.Lickin: DBR is going to the outside! GET UP LEE!

Lee Ryan sees DBR coming and he reaches through the railing he just hit stealing a fans drink to throw in DBR's face. The splash of sweet, cold, sticky pop and ice is enough to halt DBR just long enough for Lee to get back up. Lee climbs to the apron and runs at DBR full force leaping off the apron with a Frog Splash Cross Body Block which sends both men tumbling backwards into the time keeper's table. Lee grabs the ring bell and raises it above his head as he stands over DBR, but DBR kicks one of his black steel toed boots up into Lee's nuts and both the bell and the man holding it hit the ground. DBR gets up to a knee and wraps his big calloused left hand around Lee's neck and drives a big right hand into his nose with the other. The jolt is enough to pull Lee back from the abdominal agony he's in and gives him enough of a shot of adrenaline that he to begins throwing punches. Both men hammer back and forth on one another. DBR lets go of Lee and stands up. Lee rolls away from DBR and gets back up to his feet. Lee charges at DBR and attempts a leaping reverse bulldog but DBR gets an arm in front of Lee and brings him down in a varaiation of a side walk slam. Both men took a nasty hit and as DBR gets to all fours Lee Ryan executes a nip-up and brings himself to a standing position beside DBR. Lee jumps into the air and drives both knees into the spine of DBR. Lee gets back up and goes looking for a weapon in the calamity that was the time keepers table. DBR gets up slowly behind him as Lee finds a chair that isn't too damaged to use. Ryan turns around swinging the chair almost out of instinct and it comes crashing down across DBR's head. Though DBR doesn't crash to the ground - he smiles at Lee Ryan instead and asks for another. Lee obliges only to have the chair punched out of his hand. DBR takes Lee by the back of the head and sends him face first into the ring post. DBR grabs the back of Lee's neck and tries to slam his head into the post. Lee resists several quick attempts - but DBR grabs the post with his other hand and simply out powers Lee for three savagely concussive shots to the post. Lee falls to the ground as DBR picks up the chair Lee just lost.

Joey Styles: I know he was protecting himself the only way he could - but Lee Ryan needs to get it through his head that he can not out power DBR.

P.Lickin: Maybe he could get a bulldozer or something! Run his ass over Lee!

DBR raises the chair high above his head and then turns it sideways as he brings it down like a knife edge into the side of Lee's knee cap. Lee doubles up holding his paletta as DBR raises the chair once more. From behind him Cheyenne runs up taking the chair from him. DBR turns around and she to tries to hit him in the head with it, only to get the same sadistic smile Lee got for his best efforts.

Joey Styles: DBR is too tough for a chair shot!

P.Lickin: GET THE BELL CHEYENNE! GET THE RING BELL!

Cheyenne drops the chair and begins to back up as far away from DBR as she can get. DBR turns his back on her again and stomps on Lee's sternum before pulling out an exacto knife from his back pocket. Cheyenne screams Lee's name and runs towards them, DBR turns on his heels and catches her by the throat. Cheyenne slaps and punches at DBR but he slams her down across the announcer's table and sticks his hand up the back of her shirt. We see the blade pop through the collar of her shirt as she squirms to free herself, DBR draws the blade down the back of her shirt - it gets hung up, probably on her bra but DBR gives the knife a tug and cuts through the material from the back of her collar to the bottom seam of her shirt. DBR throws Cheyenne away and turns around into a savage savat kick from Lee Ryan. DBR drops the exacto knife on the announcer's table as he falls backwards.

Joey Styles: What the hell was DBR doing to Cheyenne?

P.Lickin: She can't get too involved if she's keeping her tits covered!

Joey Styles: Oh... well... that's a good plan.

P.Lickin: Indeed it is - especially if she fails to do so!

Lee Ryan begins stomping on DBR repeatedly. DBR catches Lee's foot but Lee just drives the other into DBR's guts. DBR lets go of Lee's foot allowing Lee to land a standing leg drop. Lee gets up and looks around quickly he climbs up to the guard rail facing the audience.

Joey Styles: It looks like Lee is going for a Moonsault!

P.Lickin: DBR is getting up though!

DBR does in fact get up just as Lee loses his footing from the damage to his knee for an instant. DBR runs full tilt at Lee and spears him in the small of the back driving them both out into the crowd. The fans get out of their way as both men begin to struggle through the scattered and broken chairs. Lee finds his way to his feet first but he tends to his back as he bends down to grab a chair. DBR stands up and grabs two, one in each hand. Lee swings his chair at DBR which DBR knocks away with one of his chairs, bringing the other across the side of Lee's head knocking him down again. Lee mule kicks DBR in his braced knee which makes DBR drop both chairs and fall flat on his ass. Lee scurries to his feet and runs towards DBR, a fan - not paying much attention to the action steps in Lee's way trying to get on the big screen. Lee thinks fast and vaults over the man, flipping through the air into a somersault senton which he lands perfectly on DBR. DBR pushes Lee off of him and both men are slow to get to their feet. Lee tries for a leaping inziguri but DBR catches his leg and side steps into a strech muffler. DBR uses his raw power to turn the submission move into a sort of single leg suplex DBR slips on a fallen folded chair and loses his footing which brings Lee crashing down ribs first over the guard railing much harder than expected.

Joey Styles: JESUS! Lee Ryan has to be winded after that!

P.Lickin: Winded? HE'S GOT TO FEEL BROKEN IN HALF!

Joey Styles: True enough but he knew getting into this - either make it count of DBR will make you hurt!

P.Lickin: Lee has been making his hits count. But no one can expect to go against an opponent the calibre of these two and not be out wrestled at some point.

DBR gets up off the ground and grabbing a chair on the way which he sets up under Lee Ryan, DBR takes Lee by the legs and pulls him off the railing so hard and fast that Lee falls face first onto the seat of the chair. Still gasping for breath Lee lays there for a moment. DBR takes a few steps back and picks up another chair which he folds as he advances towards Lee. DBR vaults his massive form up onto the railing and tosses the chair under his boot before he brings both down on Lee's head so hard that the chair Lee is on explodes into peices beneath his face.

Joey Styles: GOOD GOD!

P.Lickin: Ok... Lee Ryan is dead... call the morgue.

Joey Styles: He's not dead, idiot, he's still moving! Cheyenne looks distraught though, as well she should be. Lee Ryan started this match out the wrong way he tried to out power DBR and he's paying for it now!

DBR pulls Lee to his feet and waves more fans out of their seats. They oblige wanting to be closer to the action and closer they are when DBR sends Lee hurtling into their empty chairs. Lee tries struggling to his feet but DBR is on top of him again, ripping him up off the ground only to throw him head first into the steel bar railing that separates the floor level seats from the one hundred section. Lee seems to take a quick second wind as he takes one of the fallen near by chairs and brings it back over his head into the face of DBR. This hit is enough to stagger DBR for long enough for Lee to toss the chair into the air behind him and step up onto the bar railing so he can flip backwards and land a drop sault into the chair directly into DBR's face. Both men hit the cement hard but Lee Ryan is the first one moving.

P.Lickin: He's got to catch his breath.

Joey Styles: That is some sick timing on Lee's part. I've never seen a move like that!

P.Lickin: Well he'd better keep it up! DBR is sitting up!

Joey Styles: Lee Ryan is back to his feet though! Ryan needs to keep the pace fast, and that's not going to be an easy thing to do with what he's suffered so far! But if anyone can keep DBR at bay it's got to be Lee Ryan!

Lee tends to his still injured ribs as he runs into DBR with a shining wizard, DBR raises a boot in time to take Lee in the jaw but Lee's knee still connects with DBR's jaw and DBR's head bounces off the concrete floor as Lee hits the ground beside him holding his face.

P.Lickin: They're going to kill eachother.

Joey Styles: Neither man wants to spare the pride and chance at being World Champion. This is intense!

Lee Ryan gets up slowly, still holding his chest as he checks his face for blood. Lee turns aggressive and begins to stomp on DBR repeatedly. DBR tries to sit up and Lee grabs the side of his head ravenously driving several knee shots into DBR's temple. Lee lets DBR go as DBR falls over in a heap, his arms raised to protect his head. Lee steps back and doubles over in pain. Lee grabs a chair before standing back up and he runs full tilt at DBR, sliding into a low drop kick to the chair into DBR's exposed ribs. DBR's body recoils from the pain and he rolls away holding his ribs now.

P.Lickin: Now things are getting a little more even!

Joey Styles: Lee Ryan can turn the tables here now if he can get over his rib injury.

P.Lickin: There is a lot of bruising there, I'm not sure he's not wrestling with broken ribs. It's clear they're at least bruised.

Joey Styles: Much like a sprain to any joint in the body... sometimes bruised ribs feel worse than broken ones.

P.Lickin: At least if they were broken he'd be in shock!

Joey Styles: It's shocking enough that these two men are still keeping up this savage back and forth action!

Lee tries to stand up straight and doubles over again wincing in pain. DBR begins to get to all fours and Lee ignores his agony to run and use DBR's own body to vault up into a back flip elbow drop to the kidneys of DBR. Both men hit the concrete hard but Lee landed on DBR and again is the first to his feet. Lee turns towards the audience and begins walking away from DBR, checking over his shoulder periodically to make sure DBR sees him go. DBR does as he begins to get up again. DBR gets to his feet and makes chase.

P.Lickin: We Need a camera crew to follow these guys! COME ON!

Joey Styles: Lee is heading out into the main lobby! What the hell is he thinking?

P.Lickin: I'll tell you what he's thinking... and it's three things... One - Walk it Off! Two - Keep DBR away from Cheyenne! Three - Try to get DBR away from all those chairs and that unforgiving concrete!

Joey Styles: He's not going to find any less concrete out there though!

P.Lickin: No but he isn't going to find ninty chairs within arms reach either! We've got our feed back!

Lee Ryan is in fact in the lobby and he awaits DBR's arrival. The curtain separating the lobby from the arena is ripped off it's hangers as DBR explodes through it furious. Lee runs at DBR and tries for a flying clothsline but DBR side steps him again and wraps the curtain around Lee's neck. Lee gasps for air and DBR just twists the fabric that much tighter at the nape of Lee's neck.

Joey Styles: Lee Ryan is turning blue! This can't happen!

P.Lickin: It's no holds barred, No DQ! This is as legal as a drop toe hold! Lee needs to find a way out of it though.

Joey Styles: What is DBR pulling out of his pocket... oh my god...

P.Lickin: What? What is it?

Joey Styles: A lighter!

DBR ignites the torn curtain and stomps on Lee's head smashing his face into the floor tiles. The curtain begins to burn closer as the fire engulfs it. Lee Ryan reacts to the heat and fights free of the curtain before he's badly burned but the redness on his back and around his neck show us he didn't avoid all the heat. Lee flips the flaming former curtain around and throws it at DBR who bats it away. Lee runs full tilt at DBR and executes a leaping splash which sends both of them shattering through one of the merchandise vedor stands. VWF t-shirts, and pariphenalia surround them but the odd sound of creaking ques the collapse of the stand on top of them both.

P.Lickin: Now they're BOTH DEAD!

Joey Styles: I'd doubt that - they're still moving.

Indeed they are, from beneath the rubble both men rise up in so much pain they just take time to get to their feet - glaring at one another with absolute utter disdain. Lee flips DBR off and again charges in with a spear, DBR does a quick knee lift and Lee topples sideways to the ground. Fans begin to gather around as DBR picks up one of the metal wall racks that formerly housed t-shirts and hats, DBR rips off a couple of Rico and Rage t-shirts and swings the rack down - Lee tries to roll out of the way but he is still caught by a bit of it. DBR raises it up again and this time Lee takes it all very hard. The fans are going wild but an avid Lee Ryan fan donning one of his t-shirts grabs the rack from DBR, DBR turns towards him and raises a back hand which causes the fan to drop the rack. Lee has time enough to get up and slip a foot beneath the rack, he flips it up directly into DBR's forehead which is enough to bring the big man to his knees for a modified Double arm DDT!

P.Lickin: IT'S NOT QUITE THERE - BUT THAT LOOKED LIKE A DOUBLE IMPACT!

Joey Styles: Lee is trying for a pin!

The ref slides in to make the count as Lee tries to lift DBR's leg to lock in the pin.

Ref - 1!

DBR snaps to and drives a sharp elbow shot to the blackening ribs of Lee Ryan and Lee screams out in pain as he rolls off of him. DBR rolls to his stomach and Lee gets to a knee still holding his ribs. DBR starts to push himself up to all fours as Lee Ryan grabs one of his own t-shirts off the ground and stands above DBR straddling him. Lee whips the shirt around DBR's adam's apple and puts a knee in between his shoulders pulling it as hard as he can in spite of DBR's breathless sputterings and best flailing failing attempts to stop him. DBR bucks and Lee Ryan's knee slips from their mutually dripping sweat. Before Lee can replace the knee DBR grabs his ankle and pulls it in tight for a sigle arm ankle vice. Lee screams and falls but he relentlessly punches at the back of DBR's head trying to release the hold however DBR doesn't and Lee resorts to hooking in the All That Experience!

P.Lickin: ALL THAT EXPERIENCE! LEE RYAN IS PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS!

Joey Styles: Submissions aren't going to help either of these men though!

Lee and DBR both pry into their respective submission holds to what looks like it may be a breaking point but all at once they both seem to let go and roll away from one another. DBR holds onto his shoulder and Lee tends to his ankle and ribs. Lee forces himself to his feet and yells at the crowd to clear out of the way. They do and Lee Ryan charges at DBR, leaping into what looks like he only got caught and spun around into a spine buster. The crowd around them all "ooh!" at the sickening impact but Lee was smart enough to latch in a DDT type head lock again which leaves DBR dazed and out of it on his knees. But Lee was still spiked into the ground and is hurt but he's able bodied enough still to draw both knees close to his chest so he can plant them both into the tip of DBR's jaw so hard the big man stands straight up and lands flat on his back. Lee Ryan crawls to the hand rail that goes down the middle of the steps leading into the seated area. Lee pulls himself up and leans over the railing for a moment to catch his breath, he turns around into a sight no one wants to see when they're standing where he is - DBR delivers the Carr Crash with so much force both men clear the first few landings and come crashing down on the cement steps.

P.Lickin: GOOD GOD!

Joey Styles: NOW they're probably both dead... No! Oh My God! They're still throwing punches at one another!

DBR and Lee both roll level after level down the steps in a heap of flying fists, the hand railing separates them nearer to the bottom as DBR continues to topple down forward and Lee begins to somersault backwards. Lee is the first to the bottom and his body is thrown from the momentum up against the steel bar railing that separates the one hundred section DBR lands at the bottom and his rolling eyes flutter at the sight of the ceiling lights. DBR grabs the hand rail and pulls himself up into a Carreerender which sends Lee over the rail onto the top of his head - onto the audio control table. DBR grabs onto the steel bar railing to catch his breath as some fans quickly give him motivational pats on the back. DBR steps up onto the railing and without hesitation he jumps off with a Swanton Bomb there is an explosion of sparks and wooden splinters as both bodies bust through the control center!

P.Lickin: THAT'S A THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE POUND SWANTON WE JUS -

Lickin and Styles can be seen talking but they quickly realize there is no more audio for the time being. DBR slowly begins to get up off of Lee Ryan but he falls to a knee when he finally does. Lee lays motionless in the carnage. DBR looks back at him and again slowly tries to make his way to his feet. Fans actually begin to clap for him, several young men wearing DBR t-shirts even grab his arms and help pull the massive man up. DBR nods his thanks but never takes his eyes off of Lee Ryan who finally convulses and begins to come around. DBR stands back motioning for Lee Ryan to get up.

Joey Styles: We're back folks! They've re-routed the signal to one of our production trucks!

P.Lickin: Why the hell is DBR giving Lee a chance to get up?

Joey Styles: After something like that - it's a chance for DBR to take a breather and for Lee Ryan to expell some energy he doesn't have to spare.

Lee grabs a near by cable and whips DBR across the face with it. DBR falls back holding his face and Lee begins to lash the exposed skin on his back.

P.Lickin: WHIP HIM! BEAT HIM STRAIGHT DOWN!

Joey Styles: These two men are being absolutely unmerciful to one another! This isn't going to end well!

DBR reaches back and grabs the cable as it comes down to strike his flesh again. DBR mule kicks Lee in the ribs and Lee roars out in anguish as he releases the cable and collapses. DBR is slow to get to his feet but he does, he looks at the cable in his hand and then at Lee Ryan - DBR rips the cable free and begins whipping Lee Ryan feverishly. Lee tries to roll away but DBR stays on him relentlessly, Lee rolls onto his stomach and DBR lands a couple of lacerating licks with the cable before he wraps it around Lee's neck and ties it into a tight slip knot.

P.Lickin: DBR has All That on a Leash!

Joey Styles: I hope for Lee's sake DBR doesn't think of trying to hang him!

P.Lickin: Why? Because he'd ruin Lee's ability to breath with his sore ribs?

Joey Styles: No because DBR is likely to hang him until he's dead!

DBR doesn't hang Lee Ryan he turns and starts dragging him along the ground towards the ring. Lee's legs kick as he tries to untie the knot. DBR climbs over the guard rail and goes back to ring side - Lee gets to his feet still being dragged but he goes with it using DBR's pull to increase his top speed Lee jumps up to the guard rail and flies off, DBR drops the end of the cable but Lee Ryan drops him with a One Night Stand! Lee Ryan climbs on top of DBR for the cover.

Ref: 1! 2!

P.Lickin: IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! LEE RYAN HAS RETAINED THE TITLE!

Ref: KICKOUT!

Joey Styles: NO! NO! NO! HE DIDN'T DBR JUST KICKED OUT! DBR KICKED OUT!

P.Lickin: Lee Ryan is exhausted and furious but Cheyenne is coming to his aid.

Joey Styles: She's still clinging to what's left of her shirt.

Cheyenne tries to help Lee up but he's angry and gets up on his own. DBR is breathing heavy and looking up at the lights. Lee makes his way to the ring apron again, he struggles to the top of the turnbuckle keeping an eye on the fallen DBR as he does. Cheyenne screams Lee's name again but it's too late, DBR is up and has a hand around Lee's neck DBR jumps off the ring apron and slams Lee down across his knee with The Carr Bomb!

P.Lickin: NO RYAN! FIGHT IT!

Joey Styles: DBR has the leg! HE'S SO CLOSE!

Ref: 1! 2!

P.Lickin: CHEYENNE! YES!

Cheyenne kicks DBR in the side of the head, he glares up at her and takes a swipe at her which causes her to back up and trip over the broken time keeper's table. Cheyenne grabs the ring bell as DBR tries for another cover, Lee Ryan doesn't see her and rolls DBR into a tight cradle - Cheyenne's shot hits Lee right in the ribs and he flops off of DBR holding his side. DBR begins to get up as Cheyenne scrambles backwards as best she can on her feet and a hand. DBR grabs a handful of Cheyenne's hair and Lee hears her cries but gets up in time for DBR to send Cheyenne flying head first into his ribs with a under duress. Somehow she maintains her grasp on her shirt but Cheyenne loses her grasp on consciousness as she lays motionless beside the suffering Lee Ryan. Lee Ryan grabs the ring bell and throws it at DBR which - upon making contact with his forehead, brings the big man to his knees. Lee agonizingly pulls himself to a seated position and uses the guard rail to lift himself to his feet again. Lee takes a deep breath and runs at DBR at the last second DBR raises his hand and catches Lee around the throat so abruptly, Lee's legs kick out and DBR stands up and spikes Lee down with another Carr Bomb! DBR falls, all his energy spent except for what it takes for him to pull Lee's leg up tight to his head as the ref slides in!

Ref: 1! 2! 3!

Joey Styles: HE DID IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! DBR IS OUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

P.Lickin: Great.

Joey Styles: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT AN AMAZINGLY BRUTAL MATCH! DBR is up, he's taken the microphone from the ring announcer! What the hell is he doing?

DBR- YOU'RE WINNER AND NEW MOTHERFUCKING HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE VWF WORLD! D...B...R!

DBR tosses the microphone and rolls into the ring, standing up raising his devil horns high sign as the ref hands him the World Title. DBR takes it and looks down at the title smiling. DBR suddenly erupts in positive emotion and he runs to the corner climbing up to the second turnbuckle lifting the title high above his head as fans begin to fill the ring with red and black streamers of DBR toilet paper as Suffa by (Hed) P.E. begins to blast through the arena. Cheyenne gets up and tends to Lee Ryan who awakes to the sight of DBR standing atop the turnbuckle, swinging the World Title around above his head with his triple pierced tongue wagging wildly as he celebrates his win.

Joey Styles: What a hard fought victory! What a hard fought rise to the top! DBR has astounded and amazing and savagly beaten any one in his way to this moment!

P.Lickin: He's going insane!

Joey Styles: I don't think we've ever seen him actually happy before!

P.Lickin: I don't like it... I never thought I'd say this, but I like him better angry. At least you know what to expect - he could snap and kill everyone and we'd never have any signs of it going to happen because he's happy. See how this "Happy" thing fails us all when it comes to DBR?

Joey Styles: Scott Carr got what he wanted, he's worked hard and as much as Lee Ryan and others may come to not want to admit it - He earned it! And Speaking of Happy! We've got the Royal Rumble up next and I think DBR is going to be happiest once he finds out who he'll face at next months pay per view!

DBR jumps down out of the corner and latches the belt around his waist before exiting the ring area to a chorus of cheers from the wild fans. The ref counts 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner: Scott Carr wins the VWF World Heavyweight Championship



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P. LICKIN: .
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The Vox, Al 'a Shim Malcom Dred-King, Malik Logan, Chris Ponger, Creed, Juggernaut, Fargo Frost, Dr. Jekyl, Paul Burchill, Crimson Lightening, Enigma, Bobby Jackson, Ace Montana, Rage, Tha Answer, Bankrupt, Surge, Phoenix, Johnny Aggression, Rodney Edison, Tazz, Jonny Cedrone, Sheamus O'Shaunessy, Dr. Feelgood, "King Kon" Cell Block
The Royal Rumble ,
( #1 Contender for the VWF World Heavyweight Championship )

(-(-( The Vox, MDK, Logan and Ponger are all in the middle of the ring as the bell is sounded and the action begins. Tazz is nowhere to be seen. The Vox attacks MDK, kicking him in the midsection and shooting him into the turnbuckle. The Vox begins to lay into MDK with quick rights and lefts. Logan goes to grab The Vox from behind, but Ponger grabs Logan and hits a backdrop suplex. Ponger puts the boots to Logan. The Vox grabs MDK and hits a snapmare, then locks in a chinlock. MDK grunts back and tries to power out. Ponger picks Logan up and shoots him into the ropes. Ponger hits a clothesline, taking Logan down. Ponger drags Logan by the hair into the turnbuckle. Ponger drops him, and Logan kicks up, hitting Ponger in the solar plexus. Logan kicks Ponger in the head as he doubles over. The Vox hits an elbow smash on MDK, and sees Logan. MDK rolls out of the way as The Vox charges Logan. Logan hops up on the turnbuckle post and kicks The Vox in the head. The Vox staggers back, and Logan jumps off. The Vox catches him in mid-air and charges forward, throwing him over the top rope to the apron. MDK charges, hitting a clothesline, sending Logan outside. Logan is eliminated. Out comes Tazz.

JOEY STYLES: This makes no sense. Tazz isn't scheduled yet...

P. LICKIN: Maybe he.. uh... I got nothing.

JOEY STYLES: WHAT???

Tazz slides in the ring as MDK gets to his feet. Tazz hits a few rapid rights on MDK, then shoots him into The Vox, who hits a clothesline. Tazz picks MDK up and hits a suplex. The Vox goes to the turnbuckle and hits a flying elbow drop. Ponger picks MDK's head up and locks in a sleeper. Tazz hits The Vox in the back as he gets to his feet, and begins to brawl with him in the corner. Ponger picks MDK up by the head, and snapmares him back down, then locks in the sleeper again. The Vox kicks Tazz to the midsection and tosses him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle post. Tazz staggers back, and The Vox his a reverse DDT. The Vox picks Tazz up and tosses him over the ropes. MDK grabs Tazz by the head, and shove shim right off the apron. However, as he sails out, Tazz stops in mid-air, and flies BACK into the ring!

JOEY STYLES: What in the hell!?!?

Tazz lands on his feet, and just screams "FUCK!" The entire roster in the ring gets blown out. The bell rings. Tazz is handed the keys to the city, The VWF World Heavyweight Belt and 35 pounds of Spam. He glares at the crowd as they boo, and a smile cracks his lips for the first time in a long time.

TAZZ WINS THE ROYAL RUMBLE

Suddenly, the ref starts screaming at him "HOW MANY FINGERS?" Tazz looks confused as he shakes his head, and realizes that he's laying on the floor, outside the ring, eliminated. The whole thing was a dream. A wonderful, wonderful dream... TAZZ IS ELIMINATED Creed comes running down the ramp. Creed has in his hand a steel chair, and slides in the ring. The Vox charges Creed, but Creed hits him in the head with the chair. The Vox goes down. Ponger lets go of MDK, and Creed hits him in the head with the chair. Ponger goes down. MDK pulls himself up on the ropes, and Creed hits him in the head with the chair. MDK goes down. Creed hits Ponger in the back with the chair while he's down. Creed sets the chair on top of Ponger and goes to the turnbuckle. Creed jumps off, hitting a flying elbow drop on Ponger. Creed picks Ponger up and hits The Soul Reaver on Ponger!

JOEY STULES: SOUL REAVER! SOUL REAVER! SOUL REAVER!

P. LICKIN: Shut up!

MDK hits The Vox in the back with a forearm. The Vox staggers, and MDK goes to the ropes. MDK goes for a flying cross body, but The Vox ducks and pulls the ropes down. MDK sails over the ropes and falls to the outside. MDK is eliminated. Juggernaut comes running down the ramp and picks up Tazz as he slides in the ring. Juggernaut slides in the ring and clocks The Vox with Tazz , knocking him down. Juggernaut turns around and clocks Creed with Tazz . Ponger gets to his feet, and Juggernaut clocks Ponger with Tazz . A VWF Referee gets in the ring, and Juggernaut clocks the referee with Tazz . The fans are going nuts as Juggernaut stands in the slew of boddies all around him. Juggernaut sets Tazz down as Ponger gets to his feet. Juggernaut kicks Ponger to the midsection and goes for the Pimp Slap, but Creed clotheslines Juggernaut out of nowhere. Creed puts the boots to Juggernaut . The Vox picks Ponger up and hits a DDT. The Vox bends over to pick Ponger up again, but Ponger hits a low blow on The Vox, and The Vox goes down. Creed turns around, and Juggernaut low blows Creed. Ponger pulls himself up by the ropes, and Juggernaut gets up. Juggernaut clotheslines Ponger over the ropes to the apron. Ponger hangs on, and Juggernaut lays into him with a few rights. Ponger his a shoulderblock on Juggernaut and goes for a big right, but Juggernaut ducks. Ponger swings around, and Juggernaut locks a full nelson on Ponger! The Vox and Creed both come up behind them and grab Juggernaut 's legs, tipping him over the ropes, knocking both Ponger and Juggernaut to the apron. Juggernaut lets go of Ponger, letting him drop to the outside.! Ponger is eliminated The Vox and Creed back away from each other as Fargo Frost comes running down the ramp. The Vox baseball slides Fargo Frost before he can get in the ring, sending him crashing into the crowd barrier. The Vox gets to his feet, and Creed begins to exchange blows with him in the ring. Fargo Frost shakes his head and reaches into the crowd. He grabs a lady's purse and smacks him husband. Fargo Frost reaches into the purse and pulls out mace, then slides in the ring. The Vox kicks Creed to the midsection and hits The Vox Drop on Creed! The Vox turns around as Dr. Jekyl comes down the ramp. Fargo Frost maces The Vox! The Vox screams out and swings around blindly as Fargo Frost laughs. Fargo Frost kicks The Vox to the midsection and hits a DDT on The Vox. Fargo Frost picks The Vox up and tosses him over the top rope to the outside as Dr. Jekyl is ready to get in the ring. The Vox is able to hold onto the ropes, skinning the cat and pulling himself back in. Juggernaut is on the turnbuckle post, and jumps off, hitting a flying headbutt on The Vox, and both men are down. Dr. Jekyl finally gets in the ring as Fargo Frost tosses Creed into the turnbuckle post and hits an atomic drop. Fargo Frost walks up to Dr. Jekyl and sprays him in the face with the mace. Dr. Jekyl sneezes. Fargo Frost looks confused as Dr. Jekyl kicks Fargo Frost to the midsection and shoots him into the ropes. Dr. Jekyl hits a jawbreaker on Fargo Frost. Fargo Frost staggers back as The Vox gets to his feet, screaming "Mace this!" and clotheslines Fargo Frost over the top rope to the outside. Fargo Frost is eliminated. Crimson Lightening comes running down the ramp with a kendo stick. hestops outside the ring and bows to a referee, who hethen hands the kendo stick to. Crimson Lightening slides in the ring as Creed puts the boots to Dr. Jekyl. Creed kicks Dr. Jekyl to the midsection, but Dr. Jekyl hits a jawbreaker on Creed! Creed staggers back and Crimson Lightening hits a running heel kick on Creed, knocking him to the apron. Crimson Lightening puts the boots to Creed. Dr. Jekyl charges The Vox and clotheslines him over the top rope to the apron. Juggernaut is back up, and hits a flying double elbow on both The Vox and Dr. Jekyl, taking both men down Enigma comes strolling down the ramp as Crimson Lightening continues to put the boots to Creed. Enigma slides in the ring and hits Dr. Jekyl with a few rights, then shoots him into the turnbuckle post. Enigma charges and hits a flying shin kick. Dr. Jekyl staggers out, and Enigma hits The Mind Boggler on Dr. Jekyl! Enigma and Crimson Lightening pick Dr. Jekyl up and attempt a double suplex, but Dr. Jekyl counters and hits a double suplex of his own over the top rope! Crimson Lightening falls to the apron. Dr. Jekyl is up, and The Vox grabs him and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. Dr. Jekyl is eliminated Crimson Lightening holds onto the rope and lands on the apron. Juggernaut hits an elbow on Crimson Lightening, then Phoenix comes running down the ramp as the fans come to their feet! Crimson Lightening hits a shoulder block on Juggernaut , then hops over the top rope and hits a swinging neck breaker. Crimson Lightening goes to the turnbuckle, but Enigma comes out of nowhere, runs up the turnbuckle post and hits a hurcanarana on Crimson Lightening, sending him to the outside. Crimson Lightening is eliminated. Ace Montana comes down the ramp as Creed and Bobby Jackson double team Juggernaut . They shoot Juggernaut into the ropes and hit a double clothesline. Ace Montana gets in the ring. Creed charges him, but Ace Montana hits a clothesline on Creed! Bobby Jackson charges Ace Montana, but Ace Montana hits a clothesline on Bobby Jackson. Ace Montana picks Bobby Jackson up and sets him in the tree of woe in the corner. Ace Montana then hits a side Russian Leg Sweep on Bobby Jackson! Bobby Jackson collapses to the mat. Juggernaut is on his feet at the ropes. Ace Montana turns around and goes to hit Juggernaut , but Bobby Jackson screams like a mad man, jumps on Ace Montana's back and starts clawing at Ace Montana's head, hitting him over and over. Ace Montana staggers back to the ropes, trying to get Bobby Jackson off. Ace Montana shoves Bobby Jackson off, but Bobby Jackson is able to hold onto Ace Montana, and Ace Montana falls to the apron with Bobby Jackson! Juggernaut hits the Pimp Slap on both of them quickly, knocking them to the outside! Ace Montana and Bobby Jackson are eliminated. Out stompts Rage. Rage charges under the ropes and immediately goes after The Vox. The Vox ducks the clothesline and pulls down the ropes. Rage goes sailing over and lands on the apron. Rage turns around, and The Vox hits a flying elbow on Rage, knocking him to the apron. Rage rolls back under the ropes and sits in the corner, looking hurt...

Rage: Damn.

JOEY STYLES: Damn indeed.

Tha Answer comes running down the ramp as the fans goad Rage. Rage slams his hands on the apron as Tha Answer slides in the ring. Tha Answer, Creed and The Vox all gang up on Juggernaut , each hitting him with punches and kicks. Creed and The Vox shoot Juggernaut into the ropes, and hit a double arm drag. Tha Answer hits a running elbow drop. They pick Juggernaut up and toss him over the top rope. Ace Montana lands on the apron and rolls back under the ropes. Tha Answer grabs Juggernaut , but Juggernaut grabs Tha Answer by the throat and hits an eye poke. Juggernaut is back up. The Vox runs at Juggernaut , but Juggernaut hits a big boot, taking the contender down. Bankrupt comes running down the ramp. Bankrupt slides in the ring, and hits a flying shin kick to Juggernaut . Bankrupt turns around as the crowd is on their feet. Bankrupt kicks The Vox to the midsection and hits The Super Thunder Kick. Creed is up, and Tha Answer grabs him by the tights and tosses him to the apron. Tha Answer is putting the boots to Creed, when Phoenix comes down the ramp. Phoenix slides in, but The Vox hits a superkick, knocking Phoenix right back over the ropes to the outside. Phoenix is eliminated. Surge is standing at the top of the ramp, not moving as Burchill finally makes his way down the ramp, sliding in the ring. Burchill tackles Bankrupt, and the two men brawl in the corner of the ring as Johnny Aggression comes down the ramp, taking his time to allow his opponents to do more damage. Johnny walks up the ramp as all the men in the ring are preoccupied. Creed is putting the boots to The Vox, when Jace Gryphon comes down the ramp...

JOEY STYLES: Jace isn't in this matcH!

Creed sees him, and immediately climbs the turnbuckle post, jumping off. He hits a flying cross body on Jace as he gets to the bottom of the ramp, taking him out. Creed is eliminated. Creed grabs Jace and brawls with him, finally grabing the ring bell and slamming it on his head. Creed starts yelling "You think this is over?" as VWF Officials run down and break the two up. Jace is busted wide open. Tha Answer is picked up by Juggernaut , who shoots Tha Answer to the ropes. Johnny Aggression ducks down, sending Tha Answer flying over him and to the outside. Tha Answer is eliminated The Vox is back up, and Johnny Aggression charges him, hitting a clothesline as he shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. Burchill smashes Bankrupt's head to the turnbuckle post. Enigma tries to make the save, but Burchill hits a back elbow on Enigma. Enigma staggers back, and Johnny Aggression tosses him over the ropes to the outside. Enigma is eliminated Burchill turns back to Bankrupt, but The Vox, Juggernaut and Johnny triple team Burchill with rights and lefts. Burchill retreats to the other corner, and all four ment continue their brawl as Bankrupt shakes his head and looks on. Johnny sets Burchill up on the turnbuckle post for a superplex, but Burchill shoves him off, sending him back into the ring. The Vox punches Burchill to the midsection, and Bankrupt runs forward, hitting a climb-up bicycle kick to Burchill, sending him to the outside. Burchill is eliminated Bankrupt rolls back into the ring, and sees Tazz. Bankrupt picks Tazz up, who was still laying in the ring. Bankrupt hits Juggernaut to the midsection with Tazz. The Vox charges Bankrupt, but Bankrupt hits a drop-toe kick. Bankrupt goes to the top turnbuckle with Tazz, and tosses Tazz at Joey Styles. Tazz is eliminated. A second time. Bankrupt turns to jump off and looks to go for the Dead Broke, but Burchill jumps up and pulls Bankrupt off the turnbuckle, sending him to the outside, but Buddy Bot flies out of nowhere. Bankrupt grabs on, and he flies Bankrupt right into the middle of the ring as The Vox and Johnny Aggression are both double teaming Juggernaut .

JOEY STYLES: Was THAT a dream sequence?

P. LICKIN: No.

The Vox and Johnny Aggression toss Juggernaut over the top rope to the apron. Johnny Aggression points at the turnbuckle, and The Vox nods, grabs Juggernaut by the hair and starts to smash Juggernaut 's head into the turnbuckle post. Juggernaut wobbles, but is able to hold on. Johnny Aggression takes a step back, then runs forward, climbing up The Vox and hitting a leg drop on Juggernaut's head onto the turnbuckle. Juggernaut flips back as Rodney Edison comes down, grabs him by the leg and yanks him off the apron, eliminating him! Juggernaut is eliminated. Rodney Edison rolls in the ring as Juggernaut staggers back. Jonny Cedrone comes running down as Rodney puts the boots to The Vox. Jonny Cedrone jumps on the apron and the turnbuckle, coming off and hitting a snake eyes on Rodney Edison on the ropes. Juggernaut grabs Rodney's boot, who shoves him off. Rodney holds his head as he yells at the ref to get Juggernaut out of here, when Jonny Cedrone grabs Rodney Edison by the tights and dumps him over the ropes to the outside. Rodney Edison is eliminated Juggernaut laughs at him as the two start to brawl before VWF Officials break it up. SOS comes down the ramp, ready to fight. He gets to the apron as Bankrupt takes a running start, and hits the Super Thunder Kick on SOS, sending him back outside. SOS is eliminated Dr. Feelgood comes running down the ramp and slides in. Surge finally walks down the ramp as Feelgodo slides in. Feelgood hits a few rights on Bankrupt, then hits the Life of the Party out of NOWHERE! Feelgood picks Bankrupt and tosses him over the top to the outside. Bankrupt is eliminated. The Vox is down in the corner still, as Cell Block starts to come out from the back, but right behind him is Creed! Creed SLAMS him in the back with a steel chair, yelling "I KNOW!" and runs down the ramp. Jonny Cedrone exchanges blows with Feelgood as Surge climbs in the ring. Feelgood hits a kneelift. Johnny Aggression grabs Cedrone from behind and hits a German suplex. Cedrone pops back up, dazed, and Feelgood hits a clothesline, sending him to the outside. Jonny Cedrone is eliminated. Surge stands in the ring, looks over at The Vox in the corner, smiles, then walks back as Creed slides BACK in the ring, taking Cell Block's spot. Surge goes over the top rope and jumps out of the ring, eliminating himself. Surge is eliminated Surge claps as the four remaining men look on, confused. Aggression charges Creed, who hits a back body drop, sending Aggression to the apron. Aggression goes for a clothesline, but Creed ducks, hops up and goes for a hurcanarana off the apron, but Aggression holds on. Creed pulls himself back up, in a powerbomb position on Aggression, hitting a couple punches. Feelgood comes over and hits Creed, who falls off, to the outside. Creed is eliminated. The Vox comes out of nowhere, charges and dumps Feelgood over the top rope into Aggression, and both men fall to the outside! The bell rings!

Most Eliminations
Order Entry
Order Eliminated
Malik Logan
Tazz
Malcom Dred-King
Chris Ponger
Fargo Frost
Dr. Jekyl
Crimson Lightening
Ace Montana
Bobby Jackson
Phoenix
Creed
Tha Answer
Enigma
Paul Burchill
Tazz x 2
Juggernaut
Rodney Edison
Sheamus O'Shaunessy
Bankrupt
Jonny Cedrone
Creed x2
Johnny Aggression
Dr. Feelgood
The Vox
Malcom Dred-King
Malik Logan
Chris Ponger
Creed
Juggernaut
Fargo Frost
Dr. Jekyl
Paul Burchill
Crimson Lightening
Enigma
Bobby Jackson
Ace Montana
Rage
Tha Answer
Bankrupt
Surge
Phoenix
Johnny Aggression
Rodney Edison
Tazz
Jonny Cedrone
Sheamus O'Shaunessy
Dr. Feelgood
Creed
Vox - MDK, Fargo Frost, Jekyl, Phoenix, Aggression, Feelgood
Bankrupt - Paul Burchill, Tazz, Sheamus O'Shaunessy
MDK - Logan, Tazz
Dr. Feelgood - Jonny Cedrone, Creed
Juggernaut - Ace Montana, Bobby Jackson
Johnny Aggression - Tha Answer, Enigma
Juggernaut - Ponger
Enigma - Crimson
Rodney Edison - Juggernaut
Jonny Cedrone - Rodney Edison Creed - Creed
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Winner: The Vox wins The Royal Rumble