Sunday, Jan 10, 2010
Sunday, Jan 10, 2010
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Bloodlust begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 32000 person arena.
Styles: Fuck, I used to like PPV time but thanks to this guy, I hate it with a passion! Lickin: You know I think that lady there gave me head to the Kids Bop version of this song.
After blowing a few kisses to the audience Rico takes a mic and begins the Runway.
Rico: “Good evening everyone and Happy 2010!”
Crowd cheers.
Rico: “I don’t know about you, but 2009 was by far the most degrading year in VWF history.”
A chair then rises from below the ring and Rico sits in it.
Rico: “And now at the very beginning it doesn’t look any better due to a PPV called “The End” being held at the start of the new year! Hell-OOOOH! I had planned a special holiday Runway for this PPV, but now…the Holidays are gone. So that was tossed back into the sack.
“But still I, Rico have plans for 2010 for the VWF and they shall succeed. Even better than last year and the year before.”
Suddenly a scream is heard far off into the distance.
Rico: “And I plan to start it off…”
Scream gets louder and closer.
Rico: “With….”
The scream reveals Beavis falling from the ceiling into the ring. We then see Butt-head in the ceiling on a crane hovering over the ring similar to the one Shawn Michaels rode on at Wrestlemania.
Butt-head: “Beavis, you dumbass, I said the crane drops down not you. Huhuh”
Beavis: “ooo..o….he..oh yeah. My bad.”
Butt-head: “Watch me do it bunghole, so you can get it right next time. Huhuhuh. This is going to be cool. Huhuhuh.”
Crane begins to lower. Going well until we realize Butt-head is not belted on it and thuis, he eventually falls off too.
Beavis: “Heheh. I knew you wouldn’t remember to buckle up. CLICK IT OR TIKET. Hehehe.”
Butt-head: “Huhuhuh…yeah. But still like it’s a good wild card to score with a hot chick. As long as you..uhh…heal properly. Huhuh.”
Butt-head slaps Beavis.
Beavis: “What the hell, fartknocker!”
Butt-head: “My wounds aren’t as bad as yours and I want to score before you do.”
Beavis: “Ohhh..yeah yeah. He. Thank you drive-thru. Hehehe.”
Rico: “You two are early. Please sit down.”
Two chairs rise from the ring, oddly…right where Beavis and Butt-head are standing and they catapult them into the air and they land hard into the ring again.
Beavis: “Dammit…this sucks!”
Rico: “Now look at this. As if the apparel wasn’t a good enough reason to hep these two but now they are bleeding!”
Beavis and Butt-head go to sit down in the chairs but Rico gets furious.
Rico: “Oh no, you’re not bleeding on MY chairs.”
The chairs lower beneath the ring, Beavis and Butt-head…again…fall into the ring.
Beavis: “AHHH! My nads!”
Butt-head: “oww..huhuhuh…oww…huhuhuh.”
Rico: “Now then….As part of my New Year’s Resolution, I’m going to give you two the makeover of your lives right here on national internet vision.”
Two barber shop chairs suddenly rise from the ring, strapping both Beavis and Butt-head, as then a crew of male stylists come running down the entrance ramp with supplies.
Styles: You…better…be…fucking….kidding…me.
Lickin: How can you give cartoons an actual makeover?
Styles: I miss the days where they would just erase themselves.
Rico: “Alright now, alphabetically lets start with you Beavis.”
One of the stylists sprays Beavis’s hair down.
Beavis: “AHHHHH! Cut it out fartknocker!”
Butt-head: “Huhuhuh.”
Beavis: “Shut up Butt-head.”
Another stylist pushes Butt-head back, Butt-head think one them is about to kiss him.
Butt-head: “UGH! Hey bunghole stay away from my nads.”
Butt-head kicks the stylist in the balls and he goes down.
Rico: “Hmmm…it seems a tale of opposites is needed. Very well, men you are excused.”
Rico then summons a crew of female stylists.
Beavis: “Hey Butt-head check it out!”
Butt-head: “Wow! Huhuhuh.”
Rico: “Now ladies, you will see Beavis is ready to proceed.”
Butt-head: “Hey wait a minute bunghole, I saw them first. Huhuhuh.”
Beavis: “Shut up Butt-head, it’s like he said I’m umm…ready to….prostitute...or something. Hehe.”
Butt-head: “Dumbass. Huhuhuh.”
Stylist 1: “Hmm, Mr. Constantino I think this one will be somewhat complicating with his natural hair color.”
Rico: “Absolutely. I recommend a completely new color with blemish, I’d say brown with black blemish. And of course, cut the hair down a bit before doing so. Oh and shampoo.”
Stylists wrap Beavis in a cloth and begin to shampoo his head, as Beavis just looks at their chests and gets a “stiffy.” I say stiffy because.,..
Beavis: “Hey Butt-head, I’m getting a stiffy. Hehehe.”
Rico: “Oh my oh my. I’m getting a vision, girls. And it’s a curly one. Curl that young man’s hair after you dye it so. Hehehehehe! Oh my this is going to be outrageous!”
Stylist 2: “This won’t hurt young man.”
Stylist sprays hot water into Beavis’s hair, but it appears to be too hot.
Beavis: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OWWW!”
Rico: “Oh my, I guess somebody turned up the heat. Hehe. No worries.”
Rico cools off the water feed.
Styles: How the hell is he getting water feed with no plumbing in the ring? Lickin: SHHHH! I’m actually interested in this Runway.
Rico: “Oh stylist 3, why not go start on Butt-head over there?”
Stylist 3: “Hmm, this just happens to be really strange indeed. Hair on the scalp but not the sides.”
Rico: “Exactly, I am suggesting that we shave his head completely. It’s too late to save his hair now.”
Stylist: “Oh yes, I totally agree this is just way too busy. A waste of time for my hands, I mean look they are growing scales as it is.”
Rico: “Oh my child I see I see. But alas a little lovin will clear that right up.”
Stylist 3 begins to shave Butt-head’s head.
=20 minutes later=
Stylist 2: “Ok Rico, we have completed the coloring on Beavis, I think he is ready for wardrobe.”
Rico: “Oh yes. I must say Beavis that that Metallica t-shirt has gots to go. And to be sure of this, I have discovered a way to remove it permanently.”
Rico gets a pair of scissors out and cuts Beavis’s shirt off.
Beavis: “Metallica rules. Hehe.”
Rico: “Oh and before I forget Butt-head….”
Rico cuts off Butt-head’s AC/DC shirt.
Rico: “And now the fun truly begins!”
Curtains lower from the ceiling for changing clothes in privacy, and a wardrobe crew come running down the ramp with clothes under cover. We hear a bunch if screaming, and tons of “Cut it out farknocker!” and “Watch it bunghole” with a side of “Hey! Stop trying to touch my nads!”
Rico: “Hmmm…Beavis looks cold, slip a turtle on that neck of his. Hehe. And Butt-head…oh my you look scrumptious. Hehe!”
Stylist 1: “Mr. Constantino, you’ve done it again I kid you not, the make-up is by far the greatest thing to ever happen to them.”
Stylist 2: “The lack of body hair really helped as well. This is going in my portfolio and getting framed.”
Stylist 3: “I need a tissue! They’re so beautiful.”
Rico hugs stylist 3.
Styles: Don’t these people have names?
Rico: “It’s time we reveal the new beauty that is Beavis and Butt-head!”
====Drum roll=====
Rico: “Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your patience. I now present to you…the new and improved….Beavis!”
Styles: Hahahahahaha!
Lickin: Hahahahahahaha!
Audience: Hahahahahaha!
Lockerroom: Hahahahahaha!
Rico: “And Butt-head!”
Styles: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lickin: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Audience: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lockerrom: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!
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Jonas Allen, The Viking King Segment
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(The cameras turn to Jonas Allen, who is in his office. He is sitting behind his desk, and begins to speak...)
JONAS ALLEN: Ladies and gentlemen... last week, the Masked Man that has been attacking many of The VWF's superstars...
(Before Jonas can finish, his door is swung open. The camera turns to show... The Viking King!)
JONAS: Viking! What are you doing here?
VIKING: The Viking King can go where He wants. He owns this fed, this building, this office, and your chair, so why don't you get out of it?
JONAS: What are you doing?
VIKING: (Viking dumps Jonas out of the chair) What He should have done long ago. Jonas, you may preside over a boom in The VWF, but it's through no actions of your own. You have sat on your hands and let talent get injured... and NOT on Pay Per View so we get money for it! Lewis, Jones, Van Pierce, Masked Marvel, the list goes on and on. You're lucky Ace Andrews healed up and is back. And now, this deal you've made with this Masked Man has him attacking people left and right, not to mention the fact that Beach...
JONAS: But.. I'm taking care of it!
VIKING: Not anymore. Get out of HIS office. The Viking King is back, and He has business to attend to...
(The Viking King's security takes Jonas and shoves him out the door. As he turns around, Sean Prime and Caleb "T-Bone" Marshal are escorted in. They sit down in front of The Viking King's desk as he smiles and the door closes...)
VIKING: Now, He believes that this offer is fair...
(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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The lights in the arena go dim as the opening chords to Paint It, Black begins to play throughout the arena. Crazy makes his way out as the only light in the arena is a spotlight that follows him to the ring. Crazy solemnly makes his way down to the ring, then climbs to the second turnbuckle and closes his eyes and raises his fists into the air. the lights come on in the arena. The Reverend climbs in the ring and grabs a mic.
JOEY STYLES: Oh my god!!! We have to listen to him talk now?
Rev: people here in the VWF.. ther is a travisty going on..
The fans boo.
Rev: you have had your eyes closed for to long. You are mislead and I am here to save you from yourselves. You have let yourself idolize the wrong kind of people. People that do not win titles but buy them. People that practice the dark magics, and people that like to herass women and have there way with them.. Now what I am here to do is...
He is interupted by the entrance music and theme of Crimson Lightning.
The lights dim in the Arena as rolling thunder can be heard throughout the arena. "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder starts to play. The lights begin to flash dark red. A single red lightning bolt comes from the ceiling to the top of the ramp, there is Crimson Lightening standing there, looking out. Crimson struts down the ramp, giving a few ladies the number to his locker room as he gets in the ring and does a little dance on the turnbuckle.
JOEY STYLES: thank god we don't have to hear any more of his antics... What the hell are you doing P??
P. LICKIN: Hey.. If he can dance like that and get all these girls. Why can't I?
JOEY STYLES: Sit down and just call the match.
P. LICKIN: Don't be a hater joey just because we got it and you don't.
Before the match can get officially started Reverend jumps Lightning while he is still on the ropes dancing sending him to the ground out side the ring flat on his back.
JOEY STYLES: that had to be about a 10 foot fall for him and to land flat on his back!!!
Licken: Yeah!!! So girls if he isn't able to help you tonight my number is 555...
JOEY STYLES: Shut up and call the match.
Rev slides out from under the ropes and picks Crimson up and violently chops him back down. The Ref is telling Rev to get back in the ring. Rev picks up Crimson and gives him a European uppercut. Crimson fall again. Rev motions to the fans and yells something at them. He picks up Crimson and throws him into the ring. The Ref calls for the bell.
JOEY STYLES: This match is finally officially under way.
Licken: It doesn't look like Crimson is in good enough shape for this. Or for other things.. So ladies...
JOEY STYLES: Damn it licken!!!
Rev picks up Crimson and throws him into the turnbuckle. He charges in and body splashes Crimson who crumbles down to the mat. the Rev goes to the second turnbuckle. He yells out,"Be gone satan" and jumps down with a fist to the face of Crimson.
JOEY STYLES: If this keeps up, Crimson won't be able to wrestle again.
Rev picks up Crimson and throws him into the ropes. Standing dropkick. He picks him up and does the same thing again. he picks him up a third time, throws him against the ropes. Rev goes for a dropkick again, but Crimson catches him in air and power bombs him hard.
Licken: Both men are out! And since Crimson is out.. Ladies......
The Ref starts to count. 1.....2......3......4......5......6......7..... both start to move. 8...... they both get to the ropes. 9...... both men stand up at the same time. they meet in the middle of the ring. The Rev still suffering from the power bomb falls down to his back. Crimson falls face first and hits him with a headbutt to the midsection.
JOEY STYLES: that wil ruin your night!!!
Licken: Yea...
JOEY STYLES: Shut up!
Both men make it to their feet. they exchange blows in the middle of the ring with crimson getting the upper hand. Crimson throws Rev against the ropes and ducks for a back body drop. Rev stops and kicks crimson. Crimson stands up in pain. Rev grabs him and sets him up for the Insiders edge. Crimson slips out and hits a neckbreaker. Crimson goes to the top turnbuckle, pointing out at the crowd. The crowd cheers as Crimson points to Rev in the middle of the ring. Rev looks up, and softly says "Father, save me." as Crimson comes off for the High Feaver, connecting. Crimson covers. The Ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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All the lights in the arena go out for a few seconds then ‘Monster’ by Skillet begins
“I Must Confess that I Feel Like a Monster”
When the guitar rift begins red and lights begin to flash and Malk steps from behind the curtain with his arms at his sides looking at the crowd. Do or Die and Bobbie Ann Dallas are at his side. They slowly walk down the ramp and climb onto the apron. Malk looks to his left and his right then front flips over the top rope into the ring. Do or Die holds the Ropes open for Bobbie Ann and they enter as well. Malk walks to the middle of the ring, crosses his arms in an X shape across his chest and bows his head as the lights return to normal.)))
Styles: Well, the champs have arrived. This newly formed stable known as the New Bludz has the wrestling world sitting up and taking notice, P.
Lickin': Well, Bobbie Ann sure has me up and noticing!
Styles: You're pathetic.
Lickin': That's not what you mom said last...
Styles: Enough!
((( The Crowd Erupts as Extreme Days By Toby Mac Plays on the P.A system and he comes out to a pop. He stands on the top of the stage and does Chris Jericho's taunt as pyro comes up from the stage. He walks down the ramp and slaps the crowds hand. He gets in the ring and does the same taunt in the ring when pyro comes down from the ceiling.)))
Styles: Well, we have one challenger in the ring in the form of Malik Logan. What do you think the Hitman's chances are tonight of striking Gold?
Lickin': About as good as your chances are with Bobbie Ann Dallas.
(((" Burn it All " By A Dark Halo plays and the Midnighter comes down the ramp with little fanfare as the crowd cheers him on. He gets in the ring and allows the ref to check his boots and knees before heading to the corner to talk to Malik about who will start off the match.)))
Styles: This is a two falls tag match for the Pan Pacific and Cabo Wabo Championships, P. The first fall will be for the Cabo Wabo title, and the second will then obviously be for the Pan Pacific.
Lickin': If the champs win the pinfall, the champ retains his title regardless of who makes the cover. But if the challengers win the fall, it's whoever makes the cover or submits his opponent that takes the title out of here! This will be better than your Mom's blow...
Styles: I'm warning you P.
(((The bell rings and it's Malik starting off against Malk in the ring. The two combatants hook up and struggle to muscle each other into a corner. Malk overpowers his smaller opponent, but when he gets him into a corner, Malik slips under his arm and behind him before he can do anything. The two circle again. Malk tries to lock up, but Malik is having none of it and slips around behind him and hammers at his back with a forearm smash. Malk cringes, but turns to face him with a half smile on his face. Malik goes to the ropes and Malk attempts to closeline him down, but misses. logan goes to the other side and returns with a flying shoulder block that causes Malk to stumble back to the ropes. Malik is on his feet and hitting a standing dropkick that sends Malk over the top to the arena floor, where he easily lands on his feet and slams the apron in frustration. The crowd pops as the Hitman eyes his opponent from inside the ring, judging his distance from the apron. With lightning speed, Logan runs and launches himself over the top rope onto Malk, who is waiting for just such a move. He easily sidesteps and helps slam Malik to the padded arena floor. Malik writhes in pain and holds his chest as Malk hauls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring. The Midnighter is calling furiously for his partner to roll over and tag him in, but Malk interferes with the tag by tagging the Midnighter with a heavy right hand that almost knocks him off the apron. He grabs Logan by the feet and drags him to the middle of the ring where he goes to work stomping on the Hitman's chest. He drops and elbow to the chest, then tags in Do or Die.)))
Styles: It looks like Malik is in trouble here in the early going. If they can keep him grounded, he may be in a lot of trouble.
Lickin': Don't forget that Do or Die can counter the Hitman's speed and aerial maneuvers with the same thing, Styles. This is just getting started. Where is Bobbie Ann?
(((interestingly enough, Bobbie Ann appears on the ring apron, arguing with the ref while Do or Die shoves Malik into the corner where Malk is waiting. Malk lands a big right fist, then holds Logan there as Do or Die hits a high flying running splash into the corner. Logan stumbles out of the corner and falls on his face. Bobbie Ann hops down and returns to the corner as the ref checks with Malk and Do or Die about what happened. They both spread their hands in innocence and the ref signals for them to continue. Do or Die pulls Malik up and swings him to the ropes. He leaps over him, then hits a spinning leg lariat that sends Malik to the mat so hard his head bounces up sharply once. He is motionless as Do or Die kips up and goes to his corner to ascend the turnbuckles. The ref starts his count as Do or Die measures up his opponent, then turns around for a moonsault. Just as he leaps, Malik kips up and manages to catch Do or Die around the waist and spin him in mid air to slam him onto his back! Both men are down as the ref begins is count and the crowd goes wild.)))
Styles: What a counter by Malik Logan! Both men need to make a tag here, P!
Lickin': I don't even know how the Hitman is conscious right now, no less making a move like that! No way he makes a tag here! He's out of gas!
(((Do or Die rolls over and gets to his knees, then falls onto his stomach again. Malik manages to roll onto his stomach and begins a painfully slow army crawl toward the outstretched hand of the Midnighter. Do or Die gets onto his knees and dives to tag in Malk as Bobbie Ann takes to the ring apron again to distract the ref. Malk is late in getting to Logan, who manages to tag the Midnighter as he gets flattened by a running elbow. The Midnighter leaps over the top rope right onto Malk. He wastes no time hauling the big man to his feet and picking him up for a body slam, but Bobbie Ann hops down and the ref sees the Midnighter in the ring with Malk in his arms and runs to stand before him and prevent the slam. The ref points to the corner and indicates that he didn't see a tag and the Midnighter argues with him. In the confusion, Malk manages to slip out of the Midnighter's grasp to his feet behind him and unceremoniously dumps him out of the ring. He picks Malik Logan up and hammers his head against his own corner, then whips him to the ropes and prepares for a back body drop out of the ring onto his own partner. But the Midnighter is on his feet. He reaches in and pulls Malk's feet out from under him. Malik takes advantage by hitting a baseball slide into Malk's shoulders that forces the big man under the ropes to the outside with a little extra help from the Midnighter. The ref warns the Midnighter, who casually climbs to his corner and holds out his hand for a tag while looking right at the ref and shrugging. Malik makes the tag and the Midnighter leaps off the ring apron to hit a high cross body on Malk on the outside. He puts a few well aimed boots to the big man, then hauls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring.)))
Styles: That's one way to make a tag.
Lickin': Cheaters.
Styles: Really? Cheaters? Did you just say that?
Lickin': Stick to the facts, Styles. Stick to the facts.
(((The Midnighter has his way with Malk, hitting body slams and leg drops and even a suplex to his enormous opponent. He hits a DDT on Malk and goes for the pin. 1... 2.. Kickout! Malk won't stay down, but he is obviously dazed. Bobbie Ann gets up onto the apron again to argue, and the ref turns his attention to her, telling her she must leave ringside immediately or he will award the first fall to the Midnighter. Bobbie Ann continues to argue as the Midnighter sets Malk up for The TRADEMARK and Do or Die grabs the Cabo Wabo championship belt and slides into the ring. He waffles the Midnighter from behind and slides back out of the ring as Bobbie Ann hops down and heads up the ramp triumphantly. Malk shakes off the cobwebs and picks the Midnighter up, hitting The BLACKOUT on the Midnighter! He covers and the ref makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Malik tries to make the save but is too late and the bell rings.)))
Announcer- And the winner of the first fall is Malk and Do or Die! Do or Die retains the Cabo Wabo championship! The next fall will begin in two minutes!
Styles: What a miscarriage of justice! The New Bludz show some great continuity in using underhanded tactics to gain a pinfall victory.
Lickin': Now why can't you call it like you see it? The Midnighter got what he deserved!
Styles: We'll see if they can do it again without the presence of Bobbie Ann at ringside!
(((The Midnighter rolls out of the ring holding his head as Malik Logan checks on him. They return to the corner and Malik takes over in the ring against Malk again as the bell rings for the second fall. The two circle in the ring with Malk making several lunges at the Hitman in an attempt to get his hands on his smaller, faster opponent. But each time, Malik manages to slip away. Finally, Malk lunges, but finds himself lunging into the opposing corner, and the Midnighter levels him with a massive right hand that rocks him to the core. The ref steps in to warn the Midnighter as Malik hits a chop block on the big man to drop him to one knee. He grabs Malk in a reverse headlock and leans back as far as he can with it, making sure to keep one foot on the back of one of Malk's knees to keep him grounded. He finally releases the hold and dropkicks him in the back of the head, sending him face first into the corner. Malik runs across the ring and decks Do or Die in his corner as Malk rolls onto his back in the corner. Malik returns and hits a running knee to the face on Malk.)))
Styles: I think they have Malk right where they want him, P.
Lickin': Where's the cheater comment now? You suck, Styles.
Styles: You blow.
Lickin: No, but your mom sure does.
(((Malik drags Malk out of the corner with some effort and goes to the top rope to hit a frog splash on the big man. He goes for the cover. 1... 2.. Malk raises a shoulder! Malik goes to the top rope again and leaps off for another frog splash. But this time, Malk gets his knees up! Malik lands with a sickening thud and rolls off. Fortunately, he rolls off toward his own corner and easily tags in the Midnighter. Midnighter steps into the ring and pulls Malk to his feet. He hits a ringing chop and the crowd responds with a loud 'WOO!' He hits another one, then kicks him in the stomach. He quickly seizes Malk and lifts him up into a power bomb position and walks toward the ropes. outside the ring, Malik has conveniently pulled the Pigme Announcer's table closer to the ring. Midnighter tosses Malk out of the ring and through the table, killing the Pigme announcers who die making shrill chirping and clicking noises. Do or Die hops down and grabs a chair as Malk amazingly gets to his feet. The ref sees Do or Die coming and hops out of the ring to stand between Do or Die and the action. Do or Die drops the chair and allows the ref to escort him back to his corner. Midnighter reaches over the top rope to grab Malk and doesn't realize that the big man grabbed Do or Die's discarded chair. Malk swings the chair up and over his head, catching the Midnighter square in the head. It's the third major blow to the head for the Midnighter, and he goes down, out cold. Malk rolls into the ring as Malik tries desperately to get the ref's attention. The ref climbs back into the ring in time to see malk drop a half hearted elbow onto the Midnighter and make a cover. 1... 2... 3! The crowd boos wildly as Malik Logan gets in the ref's face and explains what happened, pointing to the chair at ringside. The ref points to his eyes and shrugs as Malk and Do or Die collect their titles and meet Bobbie Ann Dallas on the ramp.)))
Lickin': Was that a miscarriage of justice too, Styles?
Styles: Miscarriage? Hell, that was an all out abortion of justice! How can you sit there and say the better men won tonight?
Lickin': Because they're walking out of The End with the titles, and I'm walking out of here with your mom's titties! Woo! )-)-)
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Matt Arcara and Dandelion Segment
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(The camera goes backstage. Dandelion has left her locker room and headed down the hallway. After a few twists and turns backstage, she comes to a door with a star on it and the star read Alexia. The doll just stared at the star for a moment. She slowly raised her right hand closed into a fist and was about to knock on her door. She stopped just before her hand was about to hit the door. What was she thinking why would Alexia want to talk to her, she has probably let her down how she still respects her confused her. She could only think that she must feel pity for her, being this weak minded to be controlled by a pompous asshole named Matt Arcara. She continued to try to decide if she should try to have a one on one with Alexia or leave it be and try to solve her own problems.
As Dandelion is contemplating knocking on the door of the number one contender towards the Intercontinental Championship, her "puppet master" Matt Arcara; dressed in his usual fine style of a grey Armani suit with his precious IC title belt wrapped around his waist and the black back pack that we now know contains the wooden heart of Dandelion in his hand storming down an open space outside of the production truck area. Matt notices a technician just loitering around sipping a plastic cup of coffee so Matt approaches him.
Matt Arcara - Hey, imbecile.
Which causes the technician to turn around swiftly.
Matt Arcara - I am looking for that disgraceful Pinocchio wannabe Dandelion, have you seen her or have you been sitting here like some inattentive myopic simpleton sipping on coffee instead of working?
Technician - I'll have you know this is the first break I've had all day.
Matt is less than impressed with the surly tone in the voice of the lowly technician however so he swats the coffee cup from out of his hand which flies through the air and hits the hard concrete floor a few feet away, coffee splashing out of the cup across the floor.
Technician - What did you do that for?
Matt Arcara - Break is over peon, now answer my question!
Technician - I haven't seen Dandelion.
A snarly look at the technician makes the worker nervous before Matt storms off in his pursuit of the doll he has been controlling. He opens doors he comes across but still cannot find Dandelion so now he is beginning to get irritated by her disappearing act, now of all times, when he has an important title defence he needs to be preparing for, Matt is wrestling for men's rights.
Matt Arcara - I've had enough of that pile of woodchippings.
Matt decides to reach into the back pack and pull out Dandelion's wooden heart which by past experiences usually isn't a good sign for the doll.
Matt Arcara - I warned her to behave tonightor else she would suffer the dire consequences.
Matt without any hesitation presses the button he has become entwined with recently which controls Dandelion's feelings. After a few moments of waiting Matt becomes impatient because nothing has occurred. Usually something happens, Dandelion either comes hobbling along or a noise is heard or something but this time...nothing!
Matt Arcara - What is going on? Is this thing broken?
Matt begins shaking the wooden heart trying to get it to "work" when he notices another button on the back of the heart, a button he hasn't seen before.
Matt Arcara - HELLLOOOOOO. What is this precocious little button we have? A small label below it reads "Pain"; could it be?
Circling his finger around and around the little button Matt shrugs his shoulders before pressing the button, not caring what it does and what pain it does deliver.
The camera quickly focues back to Dandelion still standing outside of Alexia's locker room door.
She finally decides she is going to talk to Alexia and just as her hand is once more about to hit the door her eyes widened and suddenly she quickly grasps her head and falls back into the wall swinging her head back and forth. Obviously, in a lot of pain, she stumbles away from the door and stumbles into an open area with tables and a bunch of other furniture. She drops to her knees and then finally on her side and curls into a ball riving in utter pain. A staff member entered the room noticing Dandelion curled up in pain, he went to help her and she accepted his help. Only to get to her feet she got a look at the staff member, and almost as if she utterly snapped, she assaulted the staff member in a very brutal fashion leaving him on the ground himself holding his shoulder. He was screaming in pain it looked like she had literally ripped his shoulder out of his socket it seemed as his right arm laid limp and lifeless.
She turned around and now it seemed her emotions had changed she seemed more crazed then hurt. More people rushed into the room to see what was going on, and again the doll exploded and started hitting anything that moved. Staff member after staff member, would enter and fall until she finally reached a female staff member. Suddenly her crazed look changed again, the woman was scared for her life but instead of Dandy unleashing her rage on her she walked past the woman while she covered her face afraid of being attacked. After a few minutes she lowered her arms covering her face and looked around wondering where the puppet went confused herself that she was actually spared. The floor was covered in male staff members some brutally injured and some knocked out cold. Whatever tripped this emotion it was a vile and brutal one coming from such a harmless doll.
Matt continues to press button after button on the heart, his attention is finally taken away from the heart when his door flies open and standing in the doorway is Dandelion, it was almost like she was seething like a rabid dog or something. Yet another mood swing perhaps who knows.
Matt: Finally there you are I got the match of my life and your off lollygagging around. I should…
Before Matt can finish his sentence, Dandelion walks up to him…..and kisses him! Matt’s eyes widen in utter shock. She releases the kiss and winks at Matt before leaving the locker room once more leaving Matt in a mezmorized look. His eyes slowly look down at the heart and he notices the button for lust was pressed; he then looks back at the doorway still a bit stunned at the kiss.
Matt Arcara - all my Christmas's have arrived at once with this golden piece of equipment, and I, I, the master of the mind games, Matt Arcara controls it, VWF will be under my control and power before long mark my words.
The camera fading back to ringside as a maniacal laugh echoes throughout Matt's locker room, obviously pleased with himself.
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(-(-( The VWF crowd pops as we are shown the MITB briefcases hanging high over the ring. The cheers however turn to a chorus of boos as, “Going Out West” by Tom Waits begins to play. “Insane” Dave Payne steps out of the back. He walks down to ringside, stopping to stare at a ladder sat up just outside the ring. Payne rolls into the ring.)
JOEY STYLES: Dave Payne looks ready for this match.
P. LICKIN: Well, it is a big match. I guess it really wouldn't do to be prepared for last week’s match huh?
JOEY STYLES: Huh?
P. LICKIN: You just lost the game.
(“Selfish Man” by Flogging Molly begins to blast out of the arena. The lights dim and a green spotlight floods down onto the stage area. Mighty Mick steps into the light. He stares down towards the ring and “Insane” Dave Payne, then runs down to the ring. Mick slides in and begins to go straight at Payne.)
JOEY STYLES: MIGHTY MICK ISN'T WAITING FOR THIS MATCH TO OFFICIALLY START!
P. LICKIN: If they are fighting, isn't the match started?
JOEY STYLES: Not till Ian Credible gets out here.
P. LICKING: Well Helloooo, speak of the devil here he comes.
(At that moment, the camera pans to the stage area, where, Ian Credible [and Danny Orchard] are slowly making their way down to ringside. Mr. Credible takes off his pair of Thousand Dollar sunglasses and hands them to Orchard. Credible begins to climb into the ring, then stops, looks at Mick and Payne going at it in the ring and stands back on the floor. He waits till both his opponents are hard at work with each other, then whispers in Danny Orchards ear. Orchard disappears. The Ref just looks at Ian, then looks at the fight going on. He calls for the bell and the match is officially on.)
JOEY STYLES: So, is Ian Credible going to actually do something in this match?
P. LICKIN: He is Joey, He is. He's winning right now. Look at that strategy. Let the two other guys kill each other, then swoop in like a hero and win it all! Brilliant.
JOEY STYLES: Seems like cheating to me.
P. LICKIN: That's why you're still a Virgin Joey.
JOEY STYLES: …..
(Mighty Mick and David Payne are throwing all caution to the wind inside the ring. They are attacking each other like the world is on the line. They are throwing punches and kicking each other. Payne has gained the upper hand with a vile low blow to Mighty Mick’s testicular region. Payne then uppercuts Mick violently. Mick stumbles back into the corner and Payne rushes in with a vicious knee to the skull. David Payne stands back, beats his chest and shows off the damage to the crowd. The crowd surprisingly doesn't cheer for this.
This negative reaction by the crowd however only serves to irritate David Payne who begins to slam his fists into Mighty Mick’s face. Over and over and over.)
JOEY STYLES: This match is getting bloody!
P. LICKIN: Yes. OH GOD YES! It's as bloody as my first girlfriend’s sheets after our first night making sweet sweet love!
JOEY STYLES: …..
P. LICKIN: Say “Hi” to your sister for me.
JOEY STYLES: ….....
(Outside the ring, Danny Orchard has returned with a chair, and a Fresca. Ian Credible sits down as Danny Orchard opens the Fresca. Once a straw is inserted into the Fresca, Ian Credible accepts it from Danny Orchard and dismisses Orchard while taking a sip.)
P. LICKIN: Look at that technique from Ian Credible. He's truly a master at what he does.
JOEY STYLES: He's sucking on a straw.
P.LICKIN: Yes.
JOEY STYLES: So he's a master at sucking?
P. LICKIN: Hey, I'm the funny one here!
(The “action” outside the ring is rivaled by the intense violence inside the ring. Mighty Mick has woken up and countered the brutal assault by Payne. He's now getting his own attack going. Both Mick and Payne are putting on a great show for the fans, and the fans are responding in kind. This isn't any “Five Star Classic”, this is simple a bloody fight. Both men are tearing each other apart. It's devolved into eye gouging and biting. Mick and Payne have both brawled their way towards the ropes. Mick punches Payne, Payne punches Mick. Both men reel back. They both then come back and begin throwing wild punches towards each other. Mighty Mick decks Payne with a HUGE right hand, sending him over the rope and to the outside. David Payne lands at Ian Credible's feet. Ian jumps out of his seat and quickly runs out of the way. Payne climbs to his feet, using Credible’s chair as a crutch. Inside the ring Mighty Mick is getting the crowd fired up as he runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and rushes back. Performing a death defying Suicide Dive!)
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!
(David Payne has just swung for the fences with Ian Credible’s chair and connected with Mighty Mick’s head as Mick flies through the air. Mick hits the ground with a sickening thud. “Insane” David Payne holds the chair above his head with a mighty roar. He turns to show the chair off to the crowd some more and is met by an unopened can of Fresca to his own head by Ian. Fresca goes flying everywhere. Ian Credible grabs the ladder and throws it into the ring. He kicks Mick a few times, he kicks Payne a few times, then slides into the ring. He grabs the ladder and pulls it to the center of the ring. Ian then looks at the ladder for a few moments.)
JOEY STYLES: Ian seems to be confused.
P. LICKIN: It shouldn't be too hard, you climb UP the ladder.
JOEY STYLES: Ian's motioning towards Danny Orchard.
(Orchard throws in a booklet of some kind to Ian. Ian picks it up and begins reading. When the camera zooms in...)
P. LICKIN: “How to operate a ladder”?
JOEY STYLES: …...
P. LICKIN: He's reading a booklet on how to operate a ladder?
JOEY STYLES: …...
P. LICKIN: Ian Credible is GOD! Who else would be so awesome as to make sure he's setting a ladder up “by the book”?
JOEY STYLES: Either that, or he's a moron.
P. LICKIN: Nah, that can't be.
(Ian's flipping through the pages, but obviously what he is reading makes little sense to him. Meanwhile outside the ring, Mick and Payne are slowly getting up. Mighty Mick rolls into the ring and heads towards Ian. He taps him on the shoulder, ready to deck him in the face, but Ian waves him off and continues to read. Mick taps him once more, but again, Ian waves him off. Payne climbs to his feet and slides into the ring. He grabs Mick and throws him into the corner. This is followed by Payne NOW tapping Ian on the shoulder. Once again, Ian waves him off.)
P. LICKIN: Christ! Let a guy read in peace!
JOEY STYLES: It's a damn ladder!
P. LICKIN: Have YOU ever sat up a ladder?
JOEY STYLES: No.
P. LICKIN: Well it's tougher than it looks. It's almost as hard as getting a girl to do anal.
JOEY STYLES: …..
P. LICKIN: Yeah. It's that hard. Unless she's easy.
JOEY STYLES: …...
P. LICKIN: Like your sister.
(Inside the ring, Mick and Payne have stopped fighting and are staring at Ian. They both grab him and turn him around. Ian takes one look at them and lets out a shrill “Ezek!” The throws the book at Mick as he low blows Payne.
Unfortunately.... For Ian... His attack has had little effect on Payne and Mick. They both begin to double team Ian. Ian's taking punishment from two men. The beating lasts a few moments, until both men hit him with a huge double clothesline. Ian goes falling over the top rope and down to the ground. Danny Orchard goes to help Ian up, but he pushes him away. Ian storms over to a fan at ringside and yells at her.)
IAN CREDIBLE: Shut up! Shut up you old hag!
(Ian stomps over to the ring, hits the apron a few times, begins to climb in, and then looks at Payne and Mick. He then shakes his head and walks away. Mick motions to Ian, telling him to get back in the ring. Ian shakes his head “no”. Mick's getting pissed. He begins to climb out of the ring, but Payne grabs him and DDT's him to the mat.
Ian Credible heads back to the ring, but a look from “Insane” Dave Payne sends him reeling back. Payne has got a crazy look in his eyes as he picks Mick up from the ground and hits a second DDT on him.)
P. LICKIN: This is insane!
JOEY STYLES: Dave Payne....
P. LICKIN: Yeah.
(Payne and Credible stare off. Credible once again acts as if he is going to get in the ring. However, once more he doesn't. He waves off the Ref and heads over to the announce table.
Inside the ring, Dave Payne turns towards Mighty Mick, only to be greeted with a huge uppercut.)
P. LICKIN: Well, Joey, look what we have here. Looks like we've a guest here at our little announce table. Mr. Credible, if I would have known you'd be sharing our booth, I would have had Joey clean up his mess. He's such a slob.
JOEY STYLES: Don't you have a match to wrestle?
IAN CREDIBLE: No. There is a match going on right now that is beneath me. Ian Credible doesn't like threesomes, unless there are two hot chicks involved.
(Mighty Mick is in control of Payne. He picks him up, throws him into the corner. This is followed up by a huge Body Splash. Mighty Mick then kicks Payne in the gut. He doubles him over and hits a Powerbomb on him.)
JOEY STYLES: Powerbomb!
IAN CREDIBLE: Sorry mate. I feel I must correct you. See, I know for a fact that Mighty Mick doesn't call that a 'Powerbomb'. He calls it a 'Irish Car Bomb'.
JOEY STYLES: That's insensitive.
P. LICKING: I love it!
(With Payne down on the ground, and Ian being a wimp outside the ring, Mighty Mick uses this opportunity to set up the ladder. He begins to climb.)
JOEY STYLES: Aren't you going to do something?
IAN CREDIBLE: Damn right!
JOEY STYLES: Well?
IAN CREDIBLE: I'm going to take some notes. Did you know that idiot, Danny Orchard gave me a ladder manual in French?
(Mighty Mick is halfway up the ladder as David Payne bolts to his feet. He lunges towards the ladder and barely hits it. The ladder wobbles. The ladder wobbles. The ladder does fall down. Mighty Mick goes sailing through the air and lands HARD on the top rope.)
IAN CREDIBLE: I believe an Irishman can fly!
JOEY STYLES: The.....
IAN CREDIBLE: It's the landing those drunken louts aren't good at.
(Payne grabs Mick and hits him with some hard lefts and rights. He then pushes him into the ropes and begins to kick him down. This is followed by running off the opposite ropes and hitting a dropkick to a seated Mick. Payne then slaps Mick a few times before picking him up and Body Slamming him onto the ladder.)
JOEY STYLES: OUCH!
IAN CREDIBLE: David Payne is fighting like he's voices in his head.
JOEY STYLES: …..
P. LICKIN: They talk to him?
IAN CRDIBLE: They understand.
(Now it's Payne’s turn to set the ladder up. He kicks Mick a few hard times before making his attempt at climbing. He gets all the way up. Payne's reaching for a briefcase. He's reaching. He's reaching...
Mighty Mick has stumbled his way to his feet. Mick shakes the cobwebs out of his head and begins climbing up the other side of the ladder. He manages to get up before Payne can grab either of the briefcases. Mick and Payne begin trading punches at the top of the ladder.)
IAN CREDIBLE: Excuse me Gentlemen. It's time for the hero of this story to make his dramatic entrance.
(Ian Credible gets up out of his seat. He rushes to the ring, rolls in and goes to knock the ladder over. The ladder slooooowly tips over. Mick and Payne crash to the mat. Ian Credible poses for the fans. Making muscle poses and cupping his ear to hear the thunderous applause of the fans.
Ian Credible is sadly disappointed as the fans boo him. It's the sad disappointment one gets after eating the last scoop of ice cream when you think you still have some left. Ian Credible turns to find Mick slowly climbing to his feet. Credible rushes in to clothesline Mick, however Mick ducks down. Credible rushes past Mick only to eat a huge boot from Payne. Credible hits the mat like a big fat guy falling down. Payne goes to hit Mick with yet another big boot, but Mick beats him to the punch and... well... punches him squarely in the face. Credible rolls to his feet and kicks Mick in the gut. He then hip tosses him and goes to Clothesline Payne. However, Payne ducks it. He goes to DDT Credible, but Credible reverses it into a Suplex.)
JOEY STYLES: NOW this match is on.
(The fans are cheering this little explosion of action. All three men have once more returned to their feet. They face off with each other. Mighty Mick is the first to spring into action. He decks Ian Credible then Payne. Both men fall back, then bounce off the ropes and crash into Mick, double teaming him. Credible talks it out with Payne and then both men shake hands. Credible picks Mick up as Payne punches him a few times. Credible points to the corner. Payne heads over and climbs up. Credible sets Mick up on his shoulder and turns his back. Payne soars off the top rope and delivers a HUGE BULLDOG! Payne jumps to his feet and celebrates. Ian Credible sneaks up behind him, ready to sneak attack him, however, Payne quickly turns around and stops Credible in his track. Credible lets out a little “Eeek” then tries to talk Payne out of hurting him. He's pointing to Mighty Mick lying on the ground. Credible seems to be talking Payne into concentrating solely on Mick. Credible lets out a huge smile as they both advance on Mick. However, Payne grabs Credible and begins just beating the living crud out of him. Payne has snapped and seems tired of doing all the work in the match as Credible stands back and watches.)
JOEY STYLES: Payne has snapped!
P. LICKIN: Where the hell are the guys in white suits?
JOEY STYLES: …..
P. LICKIN: …. dude... Where's your sister?
JOEY STYLES: …. Stop, just stop.
(Payne is beating Credible like a red headed stepchild. Meanwhile, Mighty Mick has rolled out of the ring. He searches around under the ring.)
JOEY STYLES: What's Mick doing?
P. LICKIN: He's probably looking for you...
JOEY STYLES: If you say something about my sister P, I swear to god I'll take this tie off and choke you to death with it.
(Mighty Mick pulls a table out from under the ring. He slides it into the ring, but before climbing in himself, he grabs a steel chair and throws it into the ring. Mick slowly climbs into the ring and picks up the chair.
**WHACK**
**WHACK**
Two quick hits from the chair and both Payne and Credible are down. Mick holds the chair high above his head as the crowd goes wild. Payne and Credible get to their knees.
**Whack**
**Whack**
**Whack**
**Whack**
Four more shots and Credible and Payne are bloody and out. Mighty Mick sets the table up. He then grabs Payne and positions him for another Powerbomb, this time aiming to do so through the table.)
JOEY STYLES: He isn't going to Powerbomb him through the table is he?
P. LICKIN: I wonder if that would be called an Irish Potato Masher.
JOEY STYLES: ….. dude....
(As Mick picks Payne up to Powerbomb him, Ian Credible gets in at the last second to take Mick out at the knees. Mick crumples down to the ground with Payne landing on top of him. Credible picks Mick up and suplex' him onto the ladder. He then picks Payne up and suplex' him onto Mick, on the ladder. Ian Credible has an obsessed look in his eyes. A look not seen on him in the rest of this match. Credible picks the chair up and wraps it around Mick’s head. Credible climbs to the middle rope and dives down.
**CRASH**
Mick has happened to roll out of the way at the last possible second, leaving Credible to roll around on the ground clutching his knee in agony. Mick too is heavily favoring his own knee. Mick takes the chair, and..
**SLAM**
Mick slams the chair into Ian's knee. He does this over and over a few times. Ian Credible begins yelling out for him to stop, but Mick just ignores him. Payne climbs to his feet and goes on the attack, but Mick swings for the fences on him with the chair...
Unfortunately, this time Mick comes up short and Payne is able to get in close. Payne connects on Mick with a huge STO. With Mick down... Payne advances on Ian. Ian makes the 'Time Out' signal and pleads with Payne to go easy on him. Payne spits towards Credible and goes to attack him, but Credible hits a Low Blow on Payne. Ian Credible grabs Payne and leads him over to the table. He rolls Payne onto the table and climbs up onto the turnbuckle. Credible is prepared to launch himself towards Payne.)
JOEY STYLES: Oh My God! If Credible can pull this off.
P. LICKIN: It will be awesome.
JOEY STYLES: It will prove that pigs CAN fly.
P. LICKIN: Hey! I'm telling Mr. Credible that you said that.
(Before Credible can get done hamming it up for the crowd and actually fly through the air, Mighty Mick stumbles into the ropes causing Ian to lose his balance and rack himself on the turnbuckle. Mighty Mick then rushes in and pushes Ian off the ropes and outside the ring. Ian lands on the ground, HARD. Danny Orchard rushes in to check on his boss.)
P. LICKIN: Oh god, Ian's hurt. Somebody get some medics out here. We need a doctor! We NEED A DOCTOR!
JOEY STYLES: It looks like Danny Orchard is about to try mouth to mouth on Ian Credible.
P. LICKIN: Just like I did on your sis... **ghhrkk** Joey... you're **graaackkk** choking me.... **urghhh** I can't breathe.....
(As Danny Orchard attends to Ian Credible, Mighty Mick sets up the ladder in the ring. He looks around at all the chaos in and around the ring and decides that THIS is his moment. THIS is the time to go for the gusto. Mighty Mick begins to climb up the ladder. Mighty Mick is halfway up.
He's almost to the top.
“Insane” Dave Payne is to his knees.
Mick’s just about to the top.
Payne’s made his way to the ladder.
Mick’s reaching... He's just able to reach the bottom of one of the briefcases, but it swings away from him.
Payne has made his way on level with Mick. Both men begin to trade punches on top the ladder. Payne almost loses his balance, but then comes back with a huge right to Mick, Mick almost loses his balance but comes back with a right of his own on Payne.
Outside the ring, Danny Orchard is about to give mouth to mouth in order bring Ian Credible back into the match. Credible wakes up and upon seeing Danny Orchards mouth coming closer to his, Credible promptly pushes Orchard off him and begins to dry heave. He then looks in the ring and sees Mick and Payne fighting atop the Ladder. Ian Credible wipes his mouth off then storms into the ring. He begins climbing up the ladder underneath Payne. Mick punches Payne, Credible gets Payne in a Powerbomb position and powerbombs Payne off the ladder, Payne sails through the air and lands on the table, crashing through it and to the ground below. Credible turns and once more begins climbing up the ladder. He reaches Mick before Mick can pull off either of the cases. He decks Mick with a huge left, then grabs Mick.)
JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD! NO!
(Ian punches Mick a few more times, then.... He sets him up and hits an Ian Fatuation DDT from the top of the ladder. Both Mick and Credible crash to the ground. However, Credible has luckily landed on David Payne... Credible slowly climbs to his feet and looks around him. He sees that Mick is down. He sees that Payne is down. He sees that the ladder is up. Ian Credible begins climbing the ladder.
Ian's halfway up.
Payne’s getting to his knees.
Ian's reaching for a case.
Mick’s to his knees.
Ions reaching.... The case is aaaaalmost there....
Payne begins climbing up.
Mick is heading towards the ladder.
Ian Reaches... He Reaches... annnnnnnd......)
JOEY STYLES: IAN HAS DONE IT! Ian Credible has grabbed one of the briefcases!
P. LICKIN: That is truly IANCREDIBLE!
(Ian Credible holds his case above his head in celebration. It takes him just a moment to realize, he can grab the other case as well. Ian reaches for the second case, however Mick has had enough time to reach him. Mick punches Credible. Credible bashes Mick in the head with the case. He goes to reach for the second case once more, but....
**Whack**
Payne has managed to jump up and whack Credible in the back with the forgotten chair. Credible hits the ground hard. Payne rushes up the ladder and smashes the chair into Mick’s face a few times. He then throws Mick off the ladder. Payne is at the top of the ladder by himself.... He's reaching for the last remaining case. Ian Credible shakes the cobwebs out of his head, then Hands his case to Danny Orchard outside the ring. I-Cred makes his way to the ladder.)
JOEY STYLES: Credible already has one briefcase, but he just can't let the other one out of his sight.
P. LICKIN: Ian Credible is truly a man amongst men.
Credible and Payne are fighting it out at the top of the ladder. Mighty Mick gets back to his feet. He heads towards the ladder. Payne reaches up. Credible reaches up. Mick pushes the ladder over. Credible falls off the ladder. Payne.... HOLDS ON!)
JOEY STYLES: Payne’s got a hold of the briefcase! He's hanging from it.
(Mighty Mick grabs the chair and tries to swing at Payne.)
P. LICKIN: Mick's Irish! Not Mexican!
JOEY STYLES: ?
P. LICKIN: So why is he treating Payne like a piñata?
(Ian Credible bashes Mighty Mick with the ladder. Throwing all caution to the wind, he sets up the ladder. Ian Credible prepares to begin climbing, however Mighty Mick grabs him and throws him out of the ring... Mick turns to begin climbing the ladder, but Payne has managed to get his foot on the ladder and pull the last case down. Mick sinks to his knees... Ian Credible rolls out of the ring and snatches HIS case from Danny Orchard. This leaves Payne climbing down the ladder holding his Case in his hands. Ian Credible rolls into the ring with his case. Payne and Credible are face to face, each man holding his own case.)
JOEY STYLES: The Match is over, but it looks like the fight could JUST be starting.
P. LICKIN: Ian Credible has grabbed a microphone. He's got something to say.
(Inside the ring, Ian Credible is tapping on the microphone, briefcase under his armpit.)
IAN CREDIBLE: Fair enough Mr. Payne. Fair enough. You've kept me from winning both of my Money In the Bank briefcases. But I just can't wait. I demand we find out what we've won right now.
(Ian Credible turns to Mighty Mick, who is resting in the corner, disappointment painted on his face.)
IAN CREDIBLE: You can get your scummy Irish ass out of the ring now Mate. We all already know that you've “won” the shot at the Loser belt.
(Mick lunges at Ian Credible, however staff gets in between them. Ian Credible turns to Payne.)
IAN CREDIBLE: Well? You ready sunshine?
(Ian Credible slowly opens his briefcase... However he doesn't look. Dave Payne does the same, however he looks. A huge smile spreads across his face.)
IAN CREDIBLE: What? Damn you. It's not fair. I deserve the World Title Shot! It's NOT FAIR!
(Dave Payne rips the microphone out of Ian Credibles hand.)
DAVE PAYNE: Listen you ignorant ass. I'm smiling, because what I hold in this case is a shot at the U.S. Title shot. I hold exactly what I wanted. Get THAT through your thick skull.
(Dave Payne throws the microphone back to Ian, then leaves the ring. Ian Credible smiles, then looks inside his own briefcase... Then begins to dance around the ring as “The One and Only” begins playing over the P.A. System.)-)-)
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(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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Aggression and Sergeyevich are in the ring, and Aggression charges right at the champion! The effort is for naught, as Sergeyevich merely sidesteps the challenger, watching as he flies through the ropes. Sergeyevich leaves the ring, grabbing Aggression by the hair before delivering a big European uppercut. The champion follows with a boot to Aggression’s chest for the count. 1…kickout by the challenger!
JOEY STYLES: The champ with an early pin attempt, but the Aggression isn’t going down that easy!
Sergeyevich reaches for Aggression, only for Aggression to punch the champ right in the face! Sergeyevich is taken aback by what just happened, and charges at Aggression before sending a flurry of punches on the challenger. The ref begins to count, and Sergeyevich lets up after the count of 3. Sergeyevich argues in Russian with the ref, while Aggression slowly rises from the mat. Sergeyevich turns around, only to take an elbow to the face by the challenger! Sergeyevich staggers a bit, but is clearly angry about being hit. Sergeyevich shoots Aggression into the ropes, and hits a clothesline, knocking Aggression over the ropes to the outside. Sergeyevich grabs Aggression and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to Aggression's back. Sergeyevich takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. Aggression gets to his feet, holding his back. Sergeyevich jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a missile drop kick to Aggression's back, knocking him face-first into the mat!
JOEY STYLES: Sergeyevich’s really looking to pull out the win tonight, P!
P LICKIN: Everyone knows you’re not supposed to pull out, Joey!
JOEY STYLES: …
P LICKIN: …Vodka!
Aggression slowly gets back up, only for Sergeyevich to put him in a headlock that seems to last for ages, despite only lasting about a minute. Sergeyevich lets go of the headlock, only to deliver a short clothesline! Sergeyevich goes for the cover, and the count. 1…2…kickout! Aggression gets up, quickly sliding out of the ring. Sergeyevich leaves the ring and chases after Aggression, who runs around the ring out of fear.
JOEY STYLES: Enough of this, people want to watch a match!
P LICKIN: You mean a wrestling match, with headlocks and stuff?
JOEY STYLES: …
P LICKIN: …Armbar!
Outside, Aggression turns around to duck a clothesline from Sergeyevich and hits a falling neckbreaker onto the floor! Aggression rolls back into the ring, and ref begins the count: 1…2…3…Sergeyevich slowly rises to his feet…4…5…Sergeyevich slides into the ring, only to receive a dropkick to the head by Aggression. Aggression picks Sergeyevich up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Aggression takes a running start, but Sergeyevich gets the boot up, catching Aggression in the chin. Sergeyevich climbs to the second rope, waiting for Aggression to turn around. When he does, Sergeyevich hits a double axe handle to bring the challenger down. Sergeyevich turns to taunt the crowd, which gives Aggression time to get back up. Sergeyevich turns around to get taken down by Aggression with a elbow smash, followed by a cover. 1…kickout by the champion!
JOEY STYLES: And the challenger with his first pinfall attempt of the night! He’s really showing some tenacious offense!
P LICKIN: You know, if he was on the defensive, he’d be showing Tenacious D!
JOEY STYLES: …Is that supposed to be funny?
P LICKIN: Not really, but I’m sure AlexK will find that HILARIOUS!
JOEY STYLES: Who’s AlexK?
P LICKIN: …I wish I knew.
Aggression goes back on the offense, hitting several punches to the champion’s head. He picks Sergeyevich up and delivers a chop, to the delight of the crowd. He goes for another chop, but Sergeyevich blocks with a hard slap to Aggression’s face. The champion follows with a clothesline attempt, which Aggression ducks. Aggression goes for a neckbreaker, but Sergeyevich picks him up and delivers a surprise back suplex! Both men are down now as the ref begins the count: 1…2…3…Sergeyevich is the first to stir, turning to his belly…4…5…Aggression is stirring now, as well…6…Sergeyevich lifts himself to his knees…7…Aggression is on one knee now…8…Sergeyevich is now completely up…9…Aggression is up, as well! Aggression staggers over to grab Dimitri. Dimitri shoves the Aggression off with a kick, sending him into the ref. The ref falls down, dazed for a moment. Aggression is back up as Dimitri is crawling to his corner. Dimitri grabs a bottle of vodka on the apron as he stands up, and drinks long from it. Aggression tries to grab Dimitri, but Dimitri swings the bottle, hitting Aggression in the head. Aggression goes down as Dimitri drinks from the bottle, finishing it off. Dimitri takes a step and collapses on Aggression. The ref recovers and makes the count. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" The ref picks up the vodka bottle looking confused as VWF Officals are out to try and sober Dimitri up enough to leave the ring.
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(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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The Viking King / Jonas Allen / Masked Man Segment
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The scene opens up on a shot of Kyle Bacon strolling the corridors between interviews. He goes to turn a corner, when there can be clearly heard coming from a locker room nearby some loud groans followed by a single voice seeping through to the hallway.
Ace - "Oh please Trippy. Be Nice. Be Gentle."
Trippy could be heard giggling mischievously followed by a loud shout from Ace and Trippy laughing even harder.
Trippy - "Never in a million years will I be gentle with you babe!"
Kyle slowly strolls over to the door and after lifting a hand up to knock on the door he shakes his head and instead slowly turns the handle and pushes the door open to see Ace and Trippy sitting on the couch together, facing a TV Screen which shows Modern Warfare 2 is being played! As we watch one player can be seen being murdered from a sniper shot and Trippy laughs while Ace groans.
Ace - "That may have been the best i could ask for.”
Trippy - "Next time I'll do slowly so you suffer more."
Ace shakes his head and goes to stand up, and spots Bacon at the door. crossing his arms Ace shakes his head.
Ace - "Trippy, we have a visitor."
She turns around from her spot on the couch and sees him.
Trippy - "Is knocking not allowed in Paradise?"
Kyle stands there smiling until Ace walks forward and yanks him forward by his shirt into the room. Ace shuts the door behind Kyle and then tilts his head slightly as he glares at him.
Ace - "What's Sizzling, Bacon?"
Trippy giggled.
Trippy - "Be nice Ace. It's only hot when you act like a badass to guy who can actually defend themselves."
Ace looks over at Trippy then back at Bacon.
Ace - "Alright. What did you want Kyle? Come in here to see me get my ass kicked at Modern Warfare 2?"
Kyle stammers a little then sighs and looks over at Trippy
Kyle - "You're kicking his ass?"
Ace - "Its made worse by the fact it’s her first game. She's a quick learner."
Trippy beamed at Ace and Kyle.
Trippy - "I enjoy destroying his faith in his gaming ability. He was all prepared to crush the newb, he showed me how to fire, and then he regretted it."
Ace - "The worst part was reminding her you CAN shoot through some walls. Now I can't go anywhere. She really is a quick learner."
Trippy - "Hey! I didn't hear you complaining a few nights ago!"
Ace smirks and when Kyle looks at Ace he just raises an eyebrow.
Ace - "Yes Kyle?"
Kyle looks from Ace to Trippy then shakes his head.
Kyle - "I got nothing to say."
Ace - "Smart Choice."
She smiled proud of herself.
Trippy - "Yeah, Ace hates it when people find out he needs his newbie girlfriend to help bail him and his team out on Halo."
Ace - "We were doing fine sweetie. As I remember though Sheldon's face lost all complexion when you lobbed the plasma grenade at him."
Trippy - "First off, why did you insist that I "help you out?" And second, Team Kills are way too fun."
Ace shakes his head and then looks up at Kyle.
Ace - "Did you come in here for any real reason Kyle?"
Kyle - "Well, I was walking past and heard some weird noises. It almost sounded like you were getting laid Ace."
Ace - "So you thought you might just walk in and see what we were doing?"
Trippy stood up and walked over to Bacon.
Trippy - "Kyle, do you have some weird fetishes we don't know about?"
Kyle gulps a little and then Ace chuckles.
Ace - "You’re a sick sick little piggy."
Kyle shrugs and then smiles.
Kyle - "Well, since I'm here anyway, you guys mind me asking you a couple of questions?"
Trippy - "As long as it's not if you can watch us in the bedroom, I don't see why not. I'm sure Ace would appreciate a break from his virtual ass kicking...literally."
Kyle - OK great. Well first off, how are you enjoying Paradise?"
Ace – “Its just what its advertised as Kyle. Paradise. It’s fantastic to get away for a few days of Us time, and recharge our batteries before we make a move towards the Tag Titles."
Kyle - "There are rumors that more people than just tag teams have an interest in the tag title match tonight. Do you two know anything about this?"
Trippy - "Well, I've heard someone mention that it was surely going to be a match to keep an eye on tonight."
Kyle -- "Really? Who??"
Ace - "None of your concern Kyle. Lets just Move on."
Kyle -"Fair Enough. So, how hard was it leaving Alessa behind to enjoy this week off?"
Trippy - "I miss her, but it's nice knowing we can get away without worrying. My mother doesn't believe in nannies, thank god, so she and my dad are with her all the time. She's a grandpa's girls so I know she's in great hands."
Ace - "Kyle, we're parents first and foremost now, we both recognize that. We both miss Alessa terribly, but this has been a good week to just relax with before I get back into wrestling."
Kyle - "Speaking of Ace, after your win last week, where do you see yourself going now?"
Trippy - "Aside from up the VWF ladder you mean?"
Ace - "Thats a given sweetie. Kyle, we talked about it and both me and Trippy believe we can win the tag Titles, so we're going to focus on that for now. Other than that, I'd really like a shot at getting my US title back and at some point down the line I'm going to go fir the big one. But I need to earn my shots first Kyle, I know that."
Kyle - "Wow Ace. This is a different outlook. Last time you were here you seemed to think you deserved your shots solely because of who you were."
Ace - "A lots changed since I was last here Kyle. I wouldn't say I've matured, as much as recognized my own weaknesses."
Trippy just folded her arms and glared at Ace. She hadn't been happy with how he'd acted, and she still got angry thinking about it.
Trippy - "Yeah, things are much different now, Aren't they? As it is, Kyle, the tag titles are our main focus at the moment. After we win those, if Ace wants to go for another one, he's more than welcome to, but right now, that's our aim."
Ace - "I never can apologize enough for that can I Sweetie?"
Trippy - "Nope. You can't."
She went back to the couch, picked up a controller and started killing everything in sight. Venting her anger virtually instead of physically.
Kyle - "Sounds like a good story."
Ace - "Not. Now. Kyle."
Ace glanced back at Trippy and then sighed before turning back to Kyle and pointing to the door.
Ace - "We're done Kyle."
Kyle starts walking towards the door, and as he's walking he turns back to face Ace who crosses his arms and doesn't let Kyle past.
Kyle - "Any final words Ace?"
Ace grabs the door in one hand and smirks at Kyle.
Ace - "Sure. Tell the roster that I'm back, which means they need to be prepared to get ACED!!!"
Kyle - "From where I stand, Trippy's Acing you."
Trippy – “Oh Snap!"
Ace smirks again and then slams the door in Kyle's face and the scene fades to black.
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The referee checks The Perfect Alliance for any concealed weapons before taking the World Tag Team championship belts, displaying them to the crowd and handing them over to the timekeeper. He signals for the bell and, the instant the bell rings, all four competitors tear into each other, Lee Ryan unloading a flurry of blows upon Scott DiBiase while Jason Lee has Steve Ryan pinned in the corner, delivering stiff jabs to the midsection. Scott DiBiase ducks out of the ring to avoid Lee Ryan's onslaught and the ref directs Lee to his corner. In the center of the ring, Jason Lee and Steve Ryan lock up and Steve Ryan quickly assumes control and sends Jason Lee into the ropes with an Irish whip. Rebounding off the ropes, Jason Lee takes Steve Ryan down with a hard clothesline then hits the rope again, looking to drop an elbow but Steve Ryan rolls out the way. Steve Ryan is up first and gets a side headlock on Jason Lee, pulling back to increase the pressure on the neck, but Jason Lee breaks the hold with a belly to back suplex. Jason Lee rolls over to one knee and extends his arm to tag in Scott DiBiase. DiBiase blindsides Steve Ryan with a forearm to the back of the head and quickly makes the cover, 1.. Steve Ryan easily kicks out.
JOEY STYLES: Not even close!
Lee Ryan calls out to his brother for a tag, but DiBiase applies a side headlock and takes Steve Ryan down to one knee. The fans begin a "CRIPPLER! CRIPPLER! CRIPPLER!" chant, while Steve Ryan slowly fights his way back to his feet and drives his elbow into DiBiase's midsection, and again... and a third one which finally breaks the hold. Steve Ryan tags in his brother and DiBiase quickly tags in Jason Lee, while Lee Ryan points into DiBiase's face and dares him to get back into the ring. DiBiase casually leans against the ropes and shakes his head, then Lee Ryan rushes forward and DiBiase barely has enough time to grab Lee Ryan's head and drop from the apron, snapping Lee's head back right into Jason Lee, who locks on a sleeper before falling face first, driving the back of Lee Ryan's head to the mat. Lee Ryan holds the back of his head while Jason Lee pulls him back to his feet by his hair, then Lee Ryan hits the One Night Stand out of nowhere and makes the cover. 1... 2... Scott DiBiase slides into the ring just in time to break up the count. The crowd boos while DiBiase drives numerous double axe handles across Lee Ryan's back before the ref forces DiBiase to leave the ring before the count of five.
JOEY STYLES: Scott DiBiase certainly doesn't want anything to do with Lee Ryan, unless he's already down.
P. LICKIN: I don't want anything to with your Mom unless she's already down.
JOEY STYLES: Will you stop!
Grabbing the back of Lee Ryan's head, Jason Lee shoved him into The Elite Playaz corner and Steve Ryan makes the tag. Jason gestures Steve Ryan to "bring it" and Steve Ryan charges, ducking a clothesline and rebounded off the ropes with a bulldog, driving Jason to the mat face first. Steve Ryan hits the ropes again and hits a dropkick as Jason Lee pulls himself off the mat. The crowd is on fire while Steve Ryan lifts Jason Lee onto his shoulders. Jason Lee shifts his weight and lands behind Steve Ryan. Steve Ryan turns around and Jason Lee connects with a stiff jab square to the jaw, dropping Steve Ryan to the mat. Jason Lee drags Steve Ryan to The Perfect Alliance's corner and tags in DiBiase. DiBiase ties Steve Ryan's legs into a figure four and turns him over into The Maple Leaf. DiBiase leans back, increasing the pressure on the back, but Steve Ryan powers out, sending DiBiase chest first into the turnbuckle. Steve Ryan begins to slowly crawl towards his corner, but DiBiase cuts him short with an elbow drop, and then taunts Lee Ryan in his corner, slapping him across the face. Lee Ryan steps through the ropes but is intercepted by the referee, while DiBiase and Jason Lee double team Steve Ryan, using the tag ropes to choke him out. DiBiase tags Jason Lee as the ref turns around and Jason Lee positions Steve Ryan's head between his legs, grabbing his midsection and delivering a Jackknife Powerbomb.
JOEY STYLES: The Elite Playaz's dreams of Tag Team championship gold could be vanishing before their eyes!
Jason Lee makes a lazy cover, neglecting to hook the legs. 1.. 2.. Steve Ryan gets his shoulder up. Jason Lee wrenches Steve Ryan's wrist, applies a hammerlock and tags in Scott DiBiase. DiBiase climbs the turnbuckle and drives a double axe handle onto Steve Ryan's head, knocking the Crippler to one knee. In the Elite Playaz corner, Lee Ryan is desperate for a tag, pounding his fist on the top turnbuckle while the crowd chants "ALL THAT! ALL THAT! ALL THAT!" Meanwhile, DiBiase pulls Steve Ryan back to his feet and delivers a hard backhand chop to the chest, followed by a European uppercut. Steve Ryan makes a desperate dive towards his corner, but DiBiase catches him and uses Steve Ryan's momentum to deliver a powerslam. DiBiase grabs one of Steve Ryan's legs and turns him over into a half Boston Crab, pinning his free leg down with his foot. Steve Ryan grimaces in pain and holds a hand above the mat, clearly trying to decide whether or not to tap. DiBiase pulls back to increase the pressure, but Lee Ryan had had enough and hits a bulldog to break the hold.
JOEY STYLES: Lee Ryan keeps The Elite Playaz in the game, but Steve Ryan NEEDS to make a tag!
P. LICKIN: The Tag champs have doing a good job keeping "The Crippler" isolated.
Steve Ryan drags himself, agonizingly slow, towards his corner while the fans are on their feet cheering him on. DiBiase grabs his foot and tries to pull him back, but Steve Ryan turns over onto his back and kicks himself free, sending DiBiase to the mat. DiBiase gets back to his feet and grabs a handful of Steve Ryan's hair, pulling him off the mat. DiBiase shoots Steve Ryan into the ropes and The Crippler takes DiBiase down with a shoulder block, landing mere feet away from his corner. Lee Ryan stretches out his arm and, just as DiBiase gets back to his feet, Steve Ryan summons enough energy to close the gap and tag in Lee Ryan. The crowd erupts as Lee Ryan delivers haymaker after haymaker on DiBiase, reeling him back against the ropes. Lee Ryan runs off the ropes and hits a clothesline, the momentum taking both men over the top rope and spilling onto the arena floor. With the crowd chanting "ALL THAT! ALL THAT! ALL THAT!" Lee Ryan picks up DiBiase and drives him face first into the ring post, while Jason Lee delivers a stiff jab to the back of Lee Ryan's head.
JOEY STYLES: The referee has started the count, P! If either Scott DiBiase or Lee Ryan gets counted out, The Perfect Alliance will retain their titles!
P. LICKIN: Thanks for pointing out the obvious! It seems like a "perfect" strategy, if you ask me.
JOEY STYLES: I didn't!
Jason Lee throws Lee Ryan back into the ring and then helps DiBiase back to his feet. Holding the back of his head, DiBiase waves at the ring in disgust and starts to walk up the aisle to a chorus of boos. Lee Ryan rolls out the ring to break the referee's count and gives chase after DiBiase, grabbing his neck and throwing him back into the ring. DiBiase begs off, crawling backwards to put as much distance between himself and Lee Ryan, but he goes too far and finds himself trapped in the Elite Playaz corner, where Steve Ryan is waiting to get in a few shots of his own. DiBiase turns around and walks right into the One Night Stand. Lee Ryan goes to make the cover but, suddenly, the arena goes dark as blue, purple, and silver lighting rushes the crowd. "You Spin Me Around" hit the speakers and it's matching pyro goes off on stage. The Elite Playaz turn their attention to the stage, while Jason Lee pulls DiBiase back to their corner. Alexia walks out, Cerb by her side, and a cool yet determined look on her face. The crowd flips as Alexia appears, attempting to jeer her right out of the arena.
JOEY STYLES: What on Earth is Alexia doing out here? She doesn't have any pull for this match!
P. LICKIN: Its me! She's coming out here for me!
JOEY STYLES: Keep dreaming. Maybe she still has some bad feelings towards the Ryans?
P. LICKIN: I'm telling you! She is out here to make love to me right on this table!
JOEY STYLES: What's in your cup? I think you've been drinking.
Alexia and Cerb reach the bottom of the ramp and move around the side of the ring. Her music fades out as she smiles sweetly at Lee Ryan and gives him a half wave before indicating that the guys should continue their match. Lee Ryan turns around and DiBiase kicks him in the gut, places his head between his knees and hooks the arms, then jumps backwards and hits Going For Broke. DiBiase turns Lee Ryan over and makes the cover, hooking the leg. 1... 2... Lee Ryan kicks out at the last possible moment and DiBiase pounds the mat in frustration, before straddling Lee Ryan and delivering a series of punches to his forehead. The referee pulls DiBiase off of Lee Ryan and DiBiase waits for Lee Ryan to pull himself back to his feet, keeping himself behind his opponent. Once Lee Ryan has reached his feet, DiBiase locks in the Million Dollar Dream. Steve Ryan enters the ring to break the hold, but Jason Lee makes the save for his team with a spear, which takes both him and Steve Ryan to the outside. Lee Ryan reaches for the ropes, grabbing them. The ref tells DiBiase to release the hold, but DiBiase ignores it, continuing to add pressure to Lee Ryan's neck. Lee Ryan reaches up to grab DiBiase's head, but he falls to one knee and then to a sitting position, while DiBiase puts all his weight onto Lee Ryan's neck and upper back. The referee checks on Lee Ryan, who doesn't respond and calls for the bell. Alexia walks over to the time keeper and takes the belts from him before sliding into the ring. With Cerb right next to her, she hands Scott and Jason the belts before raising their hands in "victory."
JOEY STYLES: DiBiase just got himself DQed! And what is Alexia doing out here?
P. LICKIN: She's not out here for me!
JOEY STYLES: Quit crying, you don't stand a chance with her anyway.
As the Perfect Alliance wrap up their celebration, Alexia calls for a mic.
ALEXIA: Oh shut up, you lazy fools! These two did nothing wrong. They simply took advantage of an opportunity where their opponents were distracted. I suggest you give them props for a well fought match!
While the crowd express their dissatisfaction with Alexia's comments, Dash St. John enters the ring with a mic in hand.
DASH ST. JOHN: I know you're all wondering what Alexia is doing out here, but it's really quite simple. You see, you have the best tag team in professional wrestling in The Perfect Alliance and the perfect woman in "The Goddess" Alexia, so it's only natural we would come to the conclusion that we're meant to be working together. With the untimely passing of Jace Gryphon and the retirement of The Rick, the time of The Elite and Trinity is over! The Perfect Alliance is the future of the Viking Wrestling Federation, we are the future of the main event and if there is anything Alexia knows better than each and every one of you, it's that she knows a winner when she sees one! )-)-)
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Wild Tripps Segment
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(As the camera shows the celebration in the ring, it fades to The Viking King's office. A janitor is throwing out and removing the last of Jonas Allen's stuff...)
VIKING: Get that stuff out of here. Now, to delve into the new business enterprize The Viking King has acquired. Purchasing a new territory right out from under someone, and a new interfed all in one day... heh... What should He buy... next?
(The camera pans to Jonas Allen, walking down the hallway to the elevator...)
JONAS ALLEN: Fine... he wants to fire me? I'll make sure everyone knows that the Masked Man is really...
(As he speaks the doors open, but there is no elevator car. Someone unseen off camera shoves Jonas, who falls, screaming down the shaft 4 floors below with a thud. VWF officials can be heard attending to Jonas at the bottom as people rush down the hallway. A door slamming is heard close, and the camera spins around to show Scott DiBiase's lockerroom door...)
(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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The referee goes to take the title belt from around Matt Arcara’s waist only to have his hand slapped away by the champ. Wagging his finger at the official, Arcara slowly begins unclipping the Intercontinental belt, kisses the title then hands it to the referee.
P. LICKIN: Well if he’s quite finished, maybe we can get started already.
As the referee hands the title belt over to the time keeper, an impatient Alexia decides to take matters into his own hands and rushes his opponent; caught off guard, Arcara quickly finds himself on the wrong foot. Nailing the champion with a series of thunderous blows, Alexia whips him to the ropes and levels him with an almighty clothesline. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially under way.
P. LICKING: About time, some of us don’t get paid by the hour ya know!!
Picking the downed champion up, Alexia hammers him around the head a few more times before, Arcara manages to block a shot and pokes her in the eye. Grabbing hold of the shapely blonde, Arcara lifts her up and drops her straight down with a vicious standing clothesline. Stomping on his prone opponent, Arcara points down to Jason Lee, watching helplessly at ringside. Once again picking Alexia up, Arcara sends her into one of the turnbuckles; charging in after her. At the last moment, Alexia lifts up a protective boot catching her opponent in the face. Reeling backwards from the surprise blow, Arcara again charges in only to be met with another boot sending him off kilter. Not allowing the champion to regain his balance, “The Goddess” climbs up to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and sends Arcara crashing face first into the mat with a flying bulldog. His partner back in charge, Jason Lee begins to slam the ring apron to encourage the challenger not to let her advantage slip. Taking the lead, Alexia goes to work on the champion’s leg, stomping on it a couple of times before jumping up and driving her whole body weight down onto his knee. Dragging Arcara over to the ropes, Alexia lays her opponents leg on the bottom rope, then using the ropes as a makeshift springboard, leaps up and again drops her weight down on the leg. Arcara cries out in agony. Realising she can wrap things up quickly, Alexia heads to the top turnbuckle.
JOEY STYLES: If she hits the Sacrifice, this one will be all over.
As “The Goddess” climbs the corner post, the referee checks on the downed champion. Arcara grabs the official and shoves him into the ropes, causing the challenger to lose her balance and crotch herself on the turnbuckle. A mixture of cheers and boos echoes throughout the arena as the referee chastises Arcara. A wicked grin on his face, the champion climbs back to his feet and renews his attack on “The Goddess”. Still prone on the corner post Arcara climbs up and hammers Alexia around the head a few times before hauling her up and driving her back down to the mat hard with a superplex. With the challenger down, Arcara takes the time to return to his feet and begins to berate Jason Lee as he continues to shout encouragement to Alexia. Lifting Alexia up, Arcara drills her with a concussion educing DDT eliciting a groan of worry from her ringside partner. Turning his attention to Lee, Arcara slides out of the ring and begins to approach the bigger superstar. Not one to back down, Lee stands his ground and fights the urge to flatten the champion. As Arcara starts to seriously get in Lee’s face, the larger fighter, uncharacteristically, slowly starts to back away around the ring. Not letting up easily, Arcara begins to follow, hunting him until he finally has Lee cornered by the time keepers table. Coming to a stop, a wolfish grin creeps across Lee’s face. The crowd springs to life as an ignored Alexia flies from the top turnbuckle using her own body as a projectile and comes down hard on the unsuspecting Champion. A “THIS IS AWESOME!!” chant echoes around the arena as both competitors lay on the arena floor. Arcara is first to his feet and moves to press his advantage but as he attempts to pick the challenger up is met with several blows to the gut. Sending the champion staggering back with an uppercut, Alexia climbs to her feet and rushes Arcara, almost decapitating him with a clothesline. “The Goddess” stops for a moment to high five Jason Lee before sending Arcara back inside the squared circle. Sliding in after her opponent, Alexia continues her offence landing a standing moonsault. As her opponent fights for breath, Alexia once again climbs the turnbuckle, leaping of and landing a flying legdrop. The challenger goes for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That was almost all she wrote.
A little surprised that Arcara kicked out, Alexia stomps on him a couple of times before picking him up and whipping him to the corner post. Arcara crashes into the turnbuckle chest first and staggers backwards only to be hammered by “The Goddess” springing off the opposing rope with a flying forearm. Her opponent down, Alexia can’t help put laugh to herself as yet another man is brought to his knees.
P. LICKING: If the restraining order would let me get close enough, I’d ask her to marry me.
Focusing back on the champion, Alexia once again clambers to the top ropes and leaps off at her opponent; now slowly returning to his feet. At the last second, Arcara catches the challenger and drills her with the CRYPTIC MESSAGE!!
JOEY STYLES: CRYPTIC MESSAGE!! CRYPTIC MESSAGE!! That’s it, it’s all over!!
Arcara drapes an arm over Alexia to make the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
P. LICKIN: Oh come on! That was a three count!
JOEY STYLES: He took too long to make the cover; anyway I thought you wanted Alexia to win.
P. LICKIN: So what if I do, doesn’t mean that I can’t comment on the lousy officiating.
Crying out in frustration Arcara pulls the challenger back to her feet, lifts her up high and throws him down hard with a brutal powerbomb. Again he makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
P. LICKING: Someone needs to teach the VWF referees how to count to three!!
Not believing what happened, Arcara grabs hold of the referee and starts to vent his anger and frustrations at the official. The champion’s attention diverted by his anger, Alexia is given valuable breathing time. Clawing her way slowly over to her opponent, “The Goddess” grabs hold of Arcara and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin attempt. The referee drops to count but Arcara uses the challengers momentum against her and rolls through the pin attempt coming back up on his feet. Grabbing Alexia’s legs, he drags her into the centre of the ring and quickly applies sharpshooter. Alexia hollers out in pain as Arcara leans back, clamping the hold even tighter.
P. LICKIN: Now this is what I’m talking about!!
Jason Lee begins to once again slam his hands down on the ring apron; trying to lend his encouragement to the challenger. Arcara turns around to face the shouting Lee; staring down at him with a smile of wicked satisfaction. The referee leans in to check on Alexia.
JOEY STYLES: I hate to say it but “The Goddess” looks out of it to me.
The official lifts Alexia’s arm, it falls. He lifts it for a second time and it falls. He lifts it for a third time and it falls…but not all the way.
P. LICKIN: Come on baby!
JOEY STYLES: I wouldn’t let Alexia hear you call her baby.
Jason Lee really begins to spur Alexia on as she attempts to lever her way out of the excruciating hold. Fighting to regain control, Arcara is unable to stop the determined challenger from inching her way towards the ropes. As Alexia comes within a breath of clutching the rope, the champion drags her back to the centre of the ring and locks the hold in tight once more. Lee pleads with Alexia not to give up, to carry on fighting but even he knows she can’t last forever. The referee again leans in to check on the challenger. He goes to lift up Alexia’s hand but is battered away by “The Goddess” who once again tries to claw her way to the ropes. Lee is going crazy, furiously shouting his support for Alexia as she edges closer. Stretching for all she can, Alexia reaches out and manages to clutch the bottom rope. The official forces Arcara to break the hold. His eyes coloured by pure rage, the champion pulls Alexia to her feet and begins to hammer her about the head with vicious lefts and rights. Hurling her at the ropes, Arcara hits a rebounding Alexia with a nasty back elbow, knocking her clean off her feet. Clambering back to his, Arcara climbs the nearest corner post and jumps off, nailing the challenger with a flying elbow drop.
JOEY STYLES: Now that had to hurt.
The champion picks “The Goddess” up and whips her to the ropes, but Alexia counters and instead sends Arcara charging. As he rebounds back at the challenger, Alexia drills him hard with a brutal superkick before falling back to the mat herself. The referee begins to count both competitors down, 1…2…3…4…5…6…Arcara begins to stir…7…8…the champion uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. The count stopped, Arcara stalks over to his opponent and stamps on her twice for good measure before picking her up. Lifting Alexia up he drapes her arm over his shoulder; Arcara points down at Jason Lee before drawing his thumb over his throat signalling the coming end. Arcara Alexia down with the BIG BUSINESS!! But at the last second, Alexia hooks her arm over the top rope and Arcara ends up driving the back of his head into the mat
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!!
P. LICKIN: That seriously had to hurt!!
Alexia drags herself over to the corner post and begins to drag herself to the top turnbuckle as Jason Lee urges the challenger to finish her opponent off. “The Goddess” sizes up the champion, takes to the sky and comes down hard delivering the SACRIFICE!! Lee can barely contain himself as Alexia slowly drapes an arm over Arcara and makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: Unbelievable! Nobody in the VWF has been able to kick out of the Sacrifice before!
Clearly Exhausted, Alexia pulls both herself and Arcara up. Out of nowhere, Arcara grabs hold of Alexia’s head and falls backwards, attempting to roll Alexia up with a small package. However, Alexia is able to reverse it into her OWN small package! Alexia grabs a hold of Jason Lee's hand, who gives her some leverage as she covers. The ref doesn't see it! 1...2...3... Alexia rolls off, as Arcara comes up, argueing with the ref. Alexia celebrates with the belt as the cameras leave the ring... )-)-)
(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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The New Bludz Segment
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The D-Generation X theme song blares loudly over the pa systems. the fireworks go off in DX style. the fans arwe going crazy. then from the back the New Bludz step out onto the stage acting like DX. they have on the DX colors and attire but instead of having DX on it, it has T-X on it. they make there way to the ring Do or Die acting like Trip H, Malk acting like Shaun and BAD acting like Chyna. they climb into the ring and do the trade mark DX chops. the lights come on in the arena and Malk calls for a mic.
Malk: ARE YOU READY????
Die gets the mic from him.
Die: He said... ARE YOU READY????
the fans boo loudly. the three in the ring just smile.
Die: Then for the thousands in attendance.... And the millions watching around the world.... And the GAP people that are a little tired right now.... DX.... YOU NEED TO SUCK IIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
The fans goes crazy with boos and some even throw stuff in the ring.
Die: I know what you are asking yourselves... What in the fuck are we doing coming out to DX music, and have on the DX attire?
Die looks at Malk and BAD and then the camera.
Die: Wrong! We have on the new "T-X" attire.
Malk: "T-X"! Why what is that Die?!?
BAD: Yeah! What is "T-X" attire. I have never heard of it!
Die: "T-X" my friends is a new brand of clothing line. It is from "THE-Generation X line.
The fans boo loudly.
Malk: THE-Generation X? Isn't that copying...
BAD: D-Generation X?
Die: Oh no. it is no where near the suckiness of that decrepit has been old group. We are young and vibrant and THE future of the VWF.
Malk: Oh I get it... "THE" future is "THE-Generation X...
Die: Exactly!
BAD: Well where can I get this stylish and functional brand of clothing?
Die: I am glad you asked my dear. All you have to do is call 1-800-THE-VWF1.
Malk: Isn't that the VWF merchandise phone line?
BAD: Yeah. I think it is.
Die: That's right. It IS the VWF merchandise line. We have talked it out with them and have gotten them to sign on our brand of clothes and merchandise. So you can call up and order our T-X merchandise or our other New Bludz merchandise. Either way, we taking over this bitch!
The fans boo even louder.
Die: Now for the rest of why we are out here. Yes we have our fun with the T-X things, and you can really buy it on the line I gave you, but we are doing this to show you. We are the best faction going!
The fans boo.
Die: You can bo us all you want. The truth of the matter is, if it weren't for us, you people would have nothing to even cheer about. DX....
The fans erupt with cheers as the mention of there name.
Die: DX.... they are nothing but a couple of old over the hill has beens. As a matter of fact, we lay out an open challenge to them right now. DX, if you think you can take on the New bludz, aka THE-Generation X, bring it.
The fans cheer loudly and erupt in chants of DX
Die: Cheer all you want, for you know as well as we do, they will never accept the challenge. We are the best faction going. And we are here for the long haul. And if you ain't down with that we got two words for ya!
All Three: YOU SUCK!!!!
The fans boos again and Die holds the mic out for one of the others to talk. Malk gets the mic and looks around out at the fans.
Malk: Now Die may be the cut up in the group and this is all fun and games. but as you can see by how we are, there is no such things as games when we step into the ring with an opponent. You see, we know there will be no DX match, and we are fine with that. In fact we prefer it, we believe they are just dragging down there legacy by doing what alot of the old timers here are, and that is keep wrestling while the wrestling world passes them by. Like we showed you with the GAP band or what ever the hell they are called earlier tonight, we are the future of the VWF. like Die has said. Like it or not, we are taking over this bitch.
The fans boo as Malk pauses to let them.
Malk: That’s why I decided to join with Do or Die and Bobbie Ann Dallas, you are looking at the most dominant group not just in the VWF but in this business, period. We’re here to put not just the GAP but the Dr’s, the Elite Playerz and even The Perfect Alliance that we’re taking over whether they like it or not. So you are now on our hit list. No matter which of you want to go down first, we will take you out!
The fans boos as Malk hands the mic over to BAD and she walks over and stands between Die and Malk.
BAD: people have asked me, Bobbie, why? Why did you decide to join the New Bludz? What made them so attractive to you?
BAD looks at Die.
BAD: Well beside the back up reasons, for the most obvious reasons.
She stops for a second and raises both Die's and Malks hands in victory as the crowd blows the roof off with boo's.
BAD: Because look at these two. With the short amount of time they have been here they both hold gold. Because they are champions, and with me, it is just a matter of time before I got gold around my waist. And ta is all I have to say about it right now.
She hands the mic back to Die and the fans chant you suck.
Die: Now this was all fun, and we know you are all going to buy our merchandise because let's face it, we are the best thing going. But enough with the fun and games! Hit our music!
Warrior by Swollen Members plays as the three climb from the ring and make there way back to the back as the fans boo and throw things at them. They get to the top of the ramp and turn around. Malk and Die hold up there title as BAD poses beside them and then turn to walk off stage.
(The VWF goes to Commercial....)
(The VWF returns from commercial....)
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Jonny Cedrone stands in the ring, as Feelgood checks with the ring announcer and puts on his referre's shirt. The crowd is loud and fully charged like only a VWF event can generate, fan signs flapping amongst the flashing cameras. The lights dim down and the crowd falls silent in anticipation; guitar rifts resound around the arena as “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva erupts out from the speakers; the crowd almost immediately begin to boo and jeer. Ladies and Gentlemen please, would you bring your attention to me. For a feast for your eyes to see, an explosion of Catastrophe; like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door. Your jaws will be on the floor, after this you’ll be begging for more. A silver shower of fireworks ignites and falls over the stage entrance, bathing the metal in a cacophony of sparks. Through the display Mr Fantastic emerges; his trademark arrogant smirk all too present behind his dark glasses. As the silver shower subsides, the “Golden Haired Gladiator” pauses on top of the stage and with an air of absolute confidence stares out at the gathered masses; soaking in the animosity his presence has generated. Draped arrogantly over his shoulder, the cacophony of lights shine off the VWF World Heavyweight Championship belt. Clutching the gold belt in one hand and the Middleweight Medal of Valor in the other, Mr Fantastic lifts them both up for the world to see before beginning a slow and deliberate gait down the ramp towards the ring.
JOEY STYLES: Man, he sure thinks he's fantastic, doesn't he?
P. LICKIN: Well, he better be, or he's stealing paychecks...
Feelgood checks in the belt, holding it over his head and hands it to the ring crew. Feelgood says a few words to both men, then motions for the bell as it rings. Fantstic and Cedrone stand face to face as the crowd cheers on. Cedrone reaches out a hand to say good luck, and Fantastic... slaps him! Cedrone shoves Fantastic back. Fantastic and Cedrone lock up, and Cedrone gets the upper hand. Cedrone locks in a headlock, but Fantastic shoves Cedrone into the ropes. Fantastic goes for a clothesline, but Cedrone ducks and goes to the ropes. Fantastic turns around to duck a clothesline from Cedrone and hits a falling neckbreaker. Fantastic covers. Feelgood counts 1.. kickout! Fantastic picks Cedrone up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Fantastic takes a running start, but Cedrone gets the boot up, catching Fantastic in the chin. Fantastic staggers back, and Cedrone hops to the top rope. Cedrone jumps off, hitting a flying shoulder block on Fantastic, taking him off his feet. Cedrone covers. Feelgood counts 1.. kickout! Cedrone picks Fantastic up and shoots him into the ropes, following with a running knee to the midsection. Cedrone tries to shoot Fantastic again, but Fantastic counters and shoots Cedrone into the ropes instead. Fantastic follows with a big clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the outside. Fantastic and Cedrone both get to their feet, and exchange blows. Fantastic kicks Cedrone to the midsection and hits a DDT, then grabs a chair. Fantastic tosses the chair in the ring, then rolls Cedrone in the ring right after it. Fantastic picks Cedrone up and hits a scoop slam on Cedrone onto the chair, then goes to the ropes. Fantastic hits a running elbow drop and covers. Feelgood counts 1..2. kickout! Fantastic gives Feelgood a look and picks Cedrone up.
JOEY STYLES: Fantastic NOT looking happy with that count...
Fantastic chops Cedrone to the chest and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Fantastic chops Cedrone in the chest again, and the crowd gives a "Woo!" Fantastic chops Cedrone a third time, getting another "Woo!" from the crowd. Cedrone hits a big forearm to Fantastic's head and tosses him in the turnbuckle. Cedrone hits an overhand chop to Fantastic's chest, getting a "Woo!" of his own. Cedrone grabs Fantastic and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to Fantastic's back. Cedrone takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. Fantastic gets to his feet, holding his back. Cedrone jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a flying lariat to Fantastic's back, knocking him face-first into the mat. Cedrone goes to work stomping on Fantastic's back. Cedrone rolls Fantastic over and covers. Feelgood counts 1..2.. kickout! Cedrone glares at Feelgood and picks Fantastic up. Cedrone shoots Fantastic into the turnbuckle and hits a running splash. Cedrone grabs Fantastic and locks in a headlock. Cedrone goes for a bulldog, but Fantastic hooks the leg and counters with a backdrop suplex. Fantastic and Cedrone both get up a little slow, and Cedrone comes at Fantastic. Fantastic hits an arm-drag takedown, then wrenches the arm. Fantastic yanks Cedrone to his feet by his arm, and hits a roundhouse kick to Cedrone 's head. Fantastic hits an elbow drop and covers. Feelgood counts 1..2.. kickout! Fantastic picks Cedrone up and shoots him into the ropes. Fantastic hits a back-body drop, then goes to the turnbuckle. Fantastic ascends the turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild. Cedrone gets to his feet. Fantastic goes for an ax-handle drop, but Cedrone is able to jump up, and grabs Fantastic around the waist. Cedrone charges forward, slamming Fantastic into the turnbuckle! Cedrone shakes his head and rolls outside to the apron. Fantastic pulls himself up on the ropes, and Cedrone pulls him through also to the apron. Fantastic kicks Cedrone to the midsection, and attempts a suplex, but Cedrone holds onto the ropes. Cedrone punches Fantastic to the midsection and hits a falcon's arrow off the apron through the Swahilli Announcer's Table! Both men are down. The crowd starts chanting HOLY SH_T! HOLY SH_T!
JOEY STYLES: THEY COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF!
P. LICKIN: Wao haiwezi pata juu katika hapo! (yes, that's actual Swahili!)
Cedrone stirs first, and picks up Fantastic. Fantastic breaks the hold, kicks Cedrone to the midsection, and hits a DDT on Cedrone . Fantastic picks Cedrone up and shoots him into the steel steps. Fantastic hits a back elbow smash to Cedrone , but Cedrone is able to low blow Fantastic. Both men go down to their knees. Fantastic and Cedrone both slowly get to their feet, and exchange blows. Fantastic blocks a punch, and kicks Cedrone to the midsection. Fantastic grabs Cedrone and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Fantastic picks Cedrone back up, and hits a face smash on the crowd barrier. Fantastic walks away as Cedrone pulls himself up on the crowd barrier. Fantastic sizes Cedrone up, and charges, but Cedrone ducks and dumps Fantastic into the front row of the crowd with a back body drop. Security starts to try and push back the crowd as Fantastic crawls away, holding his back. Cedrone shakes his head and climbs over the crowd barrier, following. Fantastic pulls himself to his feet as Cedrone grabs his head. Cedrone tosses him into some chairs as the crowd swarms around, cheering and mugging for the camera. Fantastic pulls himself up, and Cedrone grabs his head again. This time, Fantastic elbows him to the midsection and hits an uppercut. Cedrone staggers back, and Fantastic hits a capture bulldog. Fantastic stands up, and puts the boots to Cedrone, then covers. Feelgood counts 1...2.. kickout. Fantastic again shows his disdaine with Feelgood's count, yelling at him to hurry up. Fantastic picks Cedrone up and takes him out the arena doors to the front grand hall. The crowd spills out as Fantastic tosses Cedrone into a T-Shirt booth. Fantastic picks up a cash register as Cedrone gets up, and waffles him with it.
P. LICKIN: Exact change only!
JOEY STYLES: I don't think he bought anything.
P. LICKIN: That was what I told your mom last night.
Fantastic picks up a Jonny Cedrone T-Shirt and wraps it around Cedrone's neck, choking him out. Cedrone gasps for air as Fantastic wreches it in, then releases it. Fantastic grabs a box of Cedrone T-SHirts and dumps them on the floor, and grabs someone's lighter from the crowd. He sets it on fire, laughing as he picks Cedrone up, Fantastic tries to show Cedrone's face in the fire, but Cedrone knees him to the stomach and hits a jawbreaker, sending the champion falling backward.
P. LICKIN: Those shirts are alarmingly flamable...
Fantastic, holding his back, gets up and staggers out of the booth. Cedrone starts to get up, but the Masked Man appears, and hits him in the back with a steel chair! Cedrone falls to a knee, and the Masked Man hits him again in the head with the steel chair! Cedrone collapses as Feelgood attacks the Masked Man, and the two brawl out into the concourse. Fantastic shakes his head and covers, motioning to another ref. The ref counts 1...2...3... The crowd boos loudly as Mr. Fantastic is handed the World Heavyweight Title. The Masked Man's mask is partially ripped by Feelgood, and he shoves Feelgood off and runs away. Feelgood turns around, but it's too late. Feelgood attacks Fantastic, and the two brawl out to the front door and outside. Cedrone, bleeding from the head, shakes his head to try and clear the cobwebs. Feelgood and Fantastic slam through the door, and it shuts behind them. Cedrone, realizing what happened, looks pissed and follows. When he comes through the door, he sees Fantastic standing there, with a lead pipe in one hand and the World Title in another. Feelgood is down, holding the back of is head. Cedrone and Fantastic face off, when the front door for the arena opens up. Out comes Crimson Lightening and Jonny Aggression. A limo pulls up at the same time, and out comes Cisco Kid and Dr. Jekyl! Feelgood stands up, and the fivesome stand behind Cedrone as Fantastic looks at the odds, smirks and says "See you around, chump." and retreats back into the building, throwing the pipe at them as he goes. Cedrone turns around as the six men look at each other.
FEELGOOD: So... here we are again, huh guys?
CISCO: I've been face down in Cabo long enough...
CRIMSON: As long as I get laid, right?
Feelgood looks over and reaches his hand out to Jonny Cedrone. Cedrone looks at the hand, and looks at the group before them. He reaches out and takes Feelgood's hand...
CEDRONE: I suppose they can't beat... a Horde of us, right?
The six men celebrate together as the show goes off the air...
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God! The Horde reforms! What will happen next? )-)-)