Pre-PPV Dark Matches
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As the crowd took their seats as the coming approaching time for the beginning of the PPV was nearing, the crowd watched as the ring announcer of the VWF made his way up the steel stairs leading to the ring and passed through the first and second ropes of the squared circle. Wearing his best suit for the occasion, the ring announcer smiled as he calmly walked over to the corner and took hold of one of the microphones, before returning to the center of the ring and beginning to speak.
"Welcome everybody to Viking Wrestling Federation's Pay-Per-View event, The End!"
The capacity crowd gives out a humongous cheer and after a few seconds a section of the arena begins a chant of ~V-W-F~... ~V-W-F~. This chant catches on and soon the entire arena was bellowing out the three letters of the company with a thunderous roar. The ring announcer, all smiles, raised the microphone to his lips again to continue.
"The following contest is a dark match, and is scheduled for one fall!"
The crowd cheers again at the news of getting more matches for their dollar while meanwhile at the announcer's table, Joey Styles and P. Lickin are at their customary stations, even though the show was not yet being broadcast.
P. Lickin: Tell me again why we are out here doing this?
Joey Styles: I've told you twice already, P. While we may not be live yet, these matches are going to go on the DVD and Blu-Ray and The Viking King wants our commentary available for these matches as well.
P: Lickin: Damn it, this is not a part of my contract... is it?
Joey Styles: Didn't you read the contract when you signed it?
P. Lickin: Psh, read. Reading is for pussies like you, not men like me. Next thing you're going to tell me is that all the alcohol that I drink is bad for me. I'm onto you, Styles.
~Born from the light!~
Their interests piqued with news of a dark match before the beginning of the PPV, the crowd's eyes shifted towards the entrance ramp, as the music of Symphony X's Evolution began to play through the loudspeakers. Not recognizing the music from any of the current established VWF wrestlers, the crowd looked on as a tall, lanky but well-built individual emerged from the backstage area. Wearing black tights along with black and silver boots, the wrestler eyed the crowds for a moment before continuing his walk down towards the ring.
"Introducing first, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 242 pounds... he is Maximus!"
Joey Styles: And making his Viking Wrestling Federation debut is Maximus, who is a former retired performer who wanted a second chance at the squared circle and has gotten it here in the VWF.
P. Lickin: ...
Joey Styles: P... what's wrong?
P. Lickin: ... I want to say it...
Joey Styles: ... No! No, you are not going to say it!
P. Lickin: Oh, come on, Styles. You never let me have any fun.
Joey Styles: You are NOT going to say it.
~Go away, go away, go away!~
The drums beat through the loudspeakers of the O2 Arnea as Nirvana's Scentless Apprentice begins to flow throughout the building, and the arena falls dark except for the spotlights which shine, brightly into the crowd before making their way to the entrance ramp. As the guitar rings out and the lights grow brighter, Shaun Vermette and his brother and manager Bryan Vermette make their way from the backstage out into onto the entrance ramp. Bryan claps for his brother Shaun who raises his fist into the air, extending his finger as Kurt Cobain's voice rings into the arena. Lowering his arm, Shaun gives his brother a fist pound before the pair make their way towards the ring.
"Introducing, along with his manager Bryan Vermette, hailing from Lockport, Illinois... he is Shaun Vermette!"
Joey Styles: And here we have another debut in the VWF, coming at the hands of the brotherly duo of Shaun and Bryan Vermette. Former members of a punk rock band, they've given up their guitars for a pair of boots and tights, looking to make a different kind of name for themselves in the world of professional wrestling.
P. Lickin: I can't get you outta my heart!
Joey Styles: NO!
P. Lickin: Damn it, you gotta give me at least one sly reference. It's a dark match for crying out loud!
Joey Styles: ... Fine.
P. Lickin: OH MY GOD!
Joey Styles: ...
Checking with both of the competitors to make sure they were both prepared for the match the referee signals for the bell and this match is underway. Both wrestlers immediately begin to encircle each other for a few moments before Shaun raises his hands high above his head and begins to clap, signaling for the crowd to follow along. Going along with the gesture, the fans in attendance begin to clap in rhythm while Shaun lowers his arms and extends a handshake to Maximus. The native New Yorker looks at the extended hand for a few moments before raising his arm into the air, instead challenging the Illinois boy to a feat of strength instead of a handshake to get the match underway. The fiery Vermette almost immediately raises the extended arm into the air to match wits with Maximus, only to receive a boot to his stomach for his troubles. As Shaun doubles-over, looking to regain breath within his chest, Maximus scurries behind Vermette and latches onto the man's midsection before sending him hard through the air and onto the back of his head with a snap reverse German suplex. Managing to keep his hold onto Vermette, Maximus goes for a quick pin and the referee drops down to the mat to make the count. 1..2..Kickout!
Joey Styles: A early pin attempt by Maximus leads to a close count against Shaun Vermette.
P. Lickin: The Spaniard almost comes away with the victory!
Joey Styles: ... Maximus isn't Spanish.
P. Lickin: Don't lie! The Emperor even calls him that!
Joey Styles: What the hell are you talking about?
P. Lickin: You need to watch more movies, Styles.
Maximus doesn't dally after the kickout by Vermette and immediately takes hold of his opponent's head and puts it into a hard headlock, intending on slowly wearing down the defenses of Vermette before performing one of his submission maneuvers. As Vermette begins to fade, the referee drops down to his knees to check on the young grunge wrestler's condition. Raising his arm in the air once, the crowd begins to urge Shaun to life as it falls to the canvas. 1! Lifting up and dropping the arm a second time with no response gives the crowd another jolt and some begin to clap together again, in an effort to revitalize Vermette. 2! Going for the third consecutive check, the referee raises the arm in the air and releases it, watching it as it falls to the canvas... only half-way!
Joey Styles: There's still life in the rocker yet!
P. Lickin: Do you think this guy has any groupies that he has... ya know... laying around somewhere?
Joey Styles: P!
P. Lickin: I'm just saying Styles... I get tired of your mom too, ya know, just like every other man.
Vermette manages to get onto his knees to deliver a couple well placed elbows into the midsection of Maximus, forcing him to break the headlock and sends him staggering a couple of paces backward. Using the newly available space, Vermette quickly dashes into the ring ropes, springing offward and nailing Maximus with a flying clothesline that sends the New Yorker to the canvas, though he almost immediately begins to come back up. All the more reason for Vermette to continue nonstop as he bounds off the ropes again and this time nails a running dropkick that again sends Maximus to the mat. Not checking to see if Maximus will stay down, Vermette runs towards the nearest turnbuckle and jumps up, back towards his opponent, and dives off the ropes, performing a reverse moonsault that catches the now standing Maximus at full force. Hanging onto his opponent with his leg, Vermette goes for a pinfall and the referee drops to the canvas. 1... 2... Kickout!
Joey Styles: Near fall by the former band leader and this match looks to be out in the open with both men nearly defeating the other.
P. Lickin: Good! You know what that means, Styles?
Joey Styles: What's that?
P. Lickin: It means bonuses... for us! Because this baby is definitely going to be on the Blu-Ray.
Shaun looks up at the referee, thinking that he got the three count but the referee's shaking of his head told him that he had been denied a victory. Rising up to his feet, he claps his hands a couple of times in the air and signals at the turnbuckle, flashing a smile at the crowd, who cheer in response, enjoying the high flying antics of Shaun Vermette. Jumping up to the turnbuckle one more time, Vermette turns himself this time, facing the slowly rising Maximus, before standing straight and launching himself in the air in an attempt at a diving crossbody.
Joey Styles: Diving Crossbody, if Shaun Vermette hits this here, it could be over for Maximus.
P. Lickin: Groupies, my dressing room is the one that smells like cheap liquor and dirty tissues. I'll see you there soon.
Vermette manages to get massive air time, as the cameras flash their customary lights. Those who managed to take quicker pictures, however, managed to catch the move as Vermette collides with Maximus, hitting the Diving Crossbody. Maximus falls backwards as Vermette falls on top of him. Vermette hooks the leg. The ref counts... 1...2...3!
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We cut backstage to Jade Wallace sitting on a heavy case watching a monitor broadcasting the PPV. She in a Lotus position, her hands on her knees and she is just relaxing looking at the screen. When Johnny Saint comes walking through , he stops right next to her. He looks at what she is looking at and starts to speaking to her.
Johnny Saint: Jade … I thought you would be upset that you’re not on the card tonight? You know you could have easily got yourself a match if you wanted to. All you had to do was make little noise.
Jade looks over to him and smiles.
Jade: Actually Uncle I am not mad at all, I had a chance to check out what going on and I have decided on who I want to feud with next
Johnny Saint: Don’t leave us in suspense girl. Tell me who it is.
She shakes her head from side to side.
Jade: Not yet uncle, it going to be a surprise … A girl got to have some secrets.
Johnny Saint: you women and your secrets … well that fine and dandy to me as long as you’re happy. Than it all good
Jade: Uncle, have you not sign up for this place yet?
Johnny Saint : You know Jade I keep forgetting , I was going to sign last week but I was in the office and I ran into this woman … Asian girl name Red Tornado … hot damn… be honest jade that woman was hot . That is one Tornado that I would not mine getting caught in and twisted around, if you know what I mean… You know her?
Jade: Yes … I kick her in the head once.
Johnny Saint: Oh… well I forgot about putting in the app. After I saw her. I am going to do it this week. If that the sign of the women that are here… I think I am going to like it here ... you know what I going to go look for her right now. May be she would like for me to show her my relaxing palms, It little something that I learned in the hospital … I will see you later Jade.
Johnny walks off and Jade shakes her head looking back toward the monitor
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JOEY STYLES: This. This right here is why the fans NEED to be here for our shows!
P. LICKIN: I know, just look at those two lovely ladies in the ring. Devan Nox is to die for, and Jewel Hawkins is SMOKING!
JOEY STYLES: I was meaning that this match won't be seen on the Pay Per View, and the only way to see it is live, here in the arena.
P. LICKIN: You're a virgin aren't you?
JOEY STYLES: No, I'm not.
P. LICKIN: Oh, so... you're more interested in Dorling and Jinx?
JOEY STYLES: Well, Dorling is a huge signing for the VWF and the matchup betwe.... HEY WAIT!
P. LICKING **Snort**
In the ring, Chris Dorling and Jinx are squaring off. Jinx pulls a quarter out of Dorlings ear. Dorling acts shocked.
DORLING: Only a quarter? That's pathetic.
Dorling and Jinx square off once more. Dorling won't have any of Jinx' Hocus Pocus.
P. LICKIN: I hear there is no “I” in Team Dorling.
JOEY STYLES: So says the shirt.
P. LICKIN: There's no “I” In Devan Nox either.
JOEY STYLES: …...
P. LICKIN: I'd like to fix that.
JOEY STYLES: ….......
Jinx and Dorling are now in the swing of things. They are putting on a mat classic. Lots of back and forth action. They crowd know they are seeing something special, and are responding in kind. Jewel Hawkins is really into the match too. This is evident by her fixing her makeup.
As he is beating on Jinx, Dorling feels a slap on his buttocks. Devan Nox has just tagged herself in.
JOEY STYLES: That was an odd tag.
P. LICKIN: Oh God... Poppa like.
JOEY STYLES: P!
P. LICKIN: Hey, this is a dark match, nobody will know.
Dorling is incredulous. He tells Devan that he's “got this”. Devan just blows him a kiss and begins fighting with Jinx. Jinx pulls some roses out of his sleeves. Devan Nox just looks at the flowers and scoffs. She kicks Jinx in the balls.
P. LICKIN: EEEP!
JOEY STYLES: Just think, that could be you!
P. LICKIN: Shut up man.
Jinx crawls over to the corner and tags in Jewel. Jewel climbs in the ring. She walks over to shake hands with Devan. Devan scoffs once more and just goes to town on Jewel. She beats her from piller to posts.
P. LICKIN: Oh God, this is hot.
JOEY STYLES: You need to get laid.
Devan Nox is treating Jewel like a beating bag. She's just going to town on her and being ruthless. The fans are responding in kind and are NOT getting on the good side of Devan Nox. However the Rock Star is soaking in the boos of the fans as if they are heaping huge praise on her. Jewel manages to tag Jinx back in. Jinx begins fighting with Devan Nox. Devan slaps Jinx hard in the face, then tags in Dorling, making it clear that she wants nothing to do with Jinx. Dorling and Jinx fight it out for a bit more as Jewel Hawkins poses for some fans on the ring apron.
Dorling throws Jinx into the ropes. Jewel gets a blind tag. Dorling arm drags Jinx to the ground, but Jewel jumps on Dorlings back and gets him in a choke hold. Dorling stumbles back and Devan Nox tags herself in. Devan hits her Goodnight, Seattle! Superkick to Jewel, who is still on Dorlings back. Jewel hits the ground. Jinx is about to break up the pinfall attempt. Dorling hits him with his The One Man Show superkick. The ref makes the pin count. 1...2...3... Dorling goes to raise Devans hands in the air. Devan rips her hand out his grasp and celebrates on her own. Dorling looks perplexed.
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Vs.
Jinx and Jewel Hawkins
Intergender Tag-Team Match
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as The End begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 18,000 person arena.
A full arena rises to their feet cheering at the return of Rico’s Runway. The Stadium begins shooting pink and purple glowy fireworks from random areas. The entrance ramp beings to turn into a holographic escalator as Rico stands on it moving down towards the ring. He has a big smile on his face as he listens to the cheers. We see one fan holding up a sign that says “Rico to replace Joey Styles.”
Styles: Hey!
P. Lickin: Yeah really…keep BOTH of you weirdoes away from me!
Rico enters the ring blows kisses to the audience. We can see some tears starting to ruin his glittered face. Rico grabs a mic and awaits for some silence.
Rico: Oh….all my Raindrops….it’s so gRRRRRRReat to be back! Hehehe.
*Crowd cheers*
Rico: Seeing as how it’s been almost half a year…oh my gawsh has it been that long? Has it been 5 months my Raindrops, oh my oh my oh my! Well I shall see to it this makes up for ALLL that! I mean lets be honest, VWF PPV’s have been pretty lackluster lately without me right?
*some cheers*
Rico: When Thomas Halloway….
*boos*
Rico: Buried me alive. I thought that was it…I was leaving too soon. I left my work unfinished. But then….I was rescued. I was dug up by good ol’ Viking. And to start this Runway off, I’d like to give Viking something to say…thank you. It sits outside his office as we speak. It’s pretty big. Now last time around I gave him something big…
P. Likin: I’m not even going to touch that one…
Styles: THANK YOU!
Rico: I left it INSIDE his office, but it blocked Viking’s access to enter his office…so I came prepared and left OUTSIDE his office. Lets take a look at his reaction…..
The VikingTron shows a big cow with a bell (cowbell joke) and pink dyed spots standing outside Viking’s door. Viking opens his door and struggles to get out of his office…whereas last time (Big Birthday Bash 2009) Viking struggles to get IN his office due to Rico placing a giant Birthday cake in front of his door.
Viking: RICO!!!!!!!!
Rico: Oops…..hehehehe. Oh well. At least we got cowbell, if you’re catching my drift. Now….
A Dalmatian chair rises from under the ring and Rico sits in it.
Rico: And now ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my very very special guest. He is a wonderful humanitarian, a great human being, and my personal aerobics instructor. Ladies and Gentlemen….Richard Simmons!
Styles: Oh god no!
P. Lickin: You have GOT to be kidding me!
Richard Simmons jumps from the curtains to a loud cheery audience, wearing his signature thigh high shorts and tank top. Walking oddly as he takes in the environment and blows kisses to everyone. Rico opens the ring ropes for Richard as he enters.
Richard: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I am SOOO happy to be here tonight, especially with a crowd like this! Eh!
Simmons and the audience claps their hands.
Rico: Well were ALL glad to have you here as well, now how about you take this microphone so everyone can hear what you just said…?
Simmons: *Takes mic* Oh my dear Rico, I know everyone can hear the sky when they are THIS pumped up, yeah!?
*Crowd cheers*
Styles: I can’t believe I have to sit through this with you P.
P. Lickin: *watching porn on his monitor* I like the up the skirt views.
Styles: WHAT?
Rico: I see even after all these years you still know how to get an arena excited, and I am sure you are still keeping the less fortunate in shape?
Simmons: Oh Rico….you know I can’t ever stop. It’s my life, it’s my duty to ensure a healthy habit of life for people. I remember when you first came to me…
Rico: Oh…lets not go there, hehehe.
Simmons: 16 years ago I swear to you if the only thing your life depended on was your fashion sense you’d be in a coma if you didn’t boogey out of that state you were in.
Rico: Oh, please it wasn’t that bad…
Simmons: Don’t be ashamed Rico…. I’m not, every pound, every muscle you gain and lose is a lesson, a memory and one more joy for you to inherit in your precious life.
Rico: *crying* You…were such a blessing. You STILL are a blessing. The things you do for me and even those who have no hope in life of succeeding at losing it or keeping it off…you inspire them.
Simmons: EVERYBODY has a chance Rico, everybody has hope. Just believe in YOU. YOU can do it, I am only here to give you the support your friends and family refuse to offer. Rico….
*grabs Rico’s hand*
Simmons: You were one of my best protégés. And I…am…proud…of…you.
Rico: *crying* Oh thank you, Richard, you’ve done so much for me.
*They hug.*
P. Lickin: *still watching porn on his monitor* YES! Bear hug that motha! Them shorts gots ass in them fucka!*
Suddenly the arena goes silent, with everyone staring at P. Lickin, who is confused.
P. Lickin: ……WHAT!?
Styles: I want The Cat back.
Rico: I’m sorry….I don’t know if I can continue the Runway like this. You’re such a hero to me.
We then see Viking walking down the ramp with a chainsaw in his hands, with an angry look on his face.
Rico: Oh..hello Viking!
Viking: ………..
Rico: Whatcha doin’?
*Viking tugs the string on the chainsaw a couple times until ti starts.*
Viking: Giving YOUR office a makeover this time!
Viking saws Rico’s chair in half, along with the coffee table and Richard’s chair. Viking then lights the carpet on fire and lets it burn…
Viking: *sarcastic* He…he…he…fucking….he!
Viking walks away satisfied, a big smile on his face.
P. LICKIN: Fuck yeah! Show that cunt whose boss!
JOEY STYLES: Quit watching your porn!
P. LICKIN: I wasn’t watching porn that time….
JOEY STYLES: Good grief.
Backstage we see Cardboard Tyler Graves standing near a coffee table. Then Maverick comes running around the corner.
Maverick: Tyler! Buddy help me hide!
Maverick dives behind the cardboard cutout. Seconds later, a robot rounds the corner and runs down the hall not seeing Maverick hiding.
Maverick: Thanks man. I'm not entirely sure why I was being chased by a robot.
Maverick looks at Cardboard Tyler and gives him a high five.
Maverick: So did you hear? I'm in the Money in the Bank match tonight! It's gonna be soooo cool! I can run up that later, grab the briefcase and BAM! VWF Title shot. There's rumors that a shot at The VWF World Title could be in there. Wouldn't that be awesome? ME getting a shot at the VWF World Title?
The camera swings around just then to show Alexia approaching with Trippy. The two seem to be in a deep discussion, when they both stop and stare at the cut out.
Alexia: The fuck? Why the hell do you have a card board cut of....well....of anyone really? Don't you have any real friends?
Maverick: Don't you recognize him! It's Tyler! Say hi Tyler!
Maverick indicates to Cardboard Tyler. Alexia raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth to speak but Trippy interrupts her to prevents hurt feelings.
Trippy: It's a very nice cut-out Maverick. And yes I did see that it is Tyler, you did a good job with it.
Alexia rolls her eyes.
Alexia: Right Trippy, this is just more of his delusions!
She steps forward and gets nose to nose with Maverick.
Alexia: Time to meet reality honey.
Then she turns and stomps down the cardboard cut out.
Maverick: Yeah I'm sure he did something to deserve that. So, are you guys excited for the big match tonight? I am!
She chuckles.
Alexia: I wouldn't say excited so much as I'd say, ready for war. I hope you're prepared.
Maverick: You know there are rumors of there being a World Title shot in the briefcase. As I was telling Tyler before, winning it would be awesome! I've always admired Jonny and competing with him would be cool.
Alexia stared at him with wide eyes for a moment and then started to Snicker. It didn't take long before she was throwing her head back and laughing. Trippy stared at her confused but could do nothing but watch her freind lose her mind. Soon she calmed down and then grinned at Maverick.
Alexia: You really think that you're good enough to win that? That you're good enough to not only beat nine others for that possible oppertunity, but also good enough to face Jonny in the ring? I'd say don't make me laugh but it's too late for that. I was right, you are fucked up in the head! Take one too many slams to the head out in the ring or something? A useless peice of crap like you? You have the hopes of winning that chance, and yet you look at it as "cool"? That's it? That right there is proof that you're not anywhere near being ready for something like that. Honey, you'll be damn lucky to get a shot like that, and that luck would have to include every other person in out match getting so ill they can't compete.
Maverick seems very taken aback by Alexia's belittlement.
Maverick: Oohh...well....you see...
Alexia: What's wrong little boy, cat got your tongue?
Maverick: Well...No. You know what? I've wrestled all over the world, Japan, Australia, here in Europe, and back home in the U.S. And my coach, that is confidence coach told me to be more assertive. You know what? I can win this match, I could be Jonny. Yeah, I could beat you!
Maverick raises his finger to poke Alexia on the chest but rethinks that notion and backs off, throwing his hand behind his head to avoid suspicion. Alexia purses her lips and glowers at him, looking at him coldly. She knew what he'd been thinking.
Alexia: Smart call little boy. Its good that you're trying to be more confident, it really is, but it won't help you tongiht you...
Just then Trippy interrupts her.
Trippy: You know, Alexia is right! Being self confident is really good! Maverick, if you ever want to talk to someone aside form your coach for a confidence boost, feel free to come see me! I'm all about the silver lining.
Alexia: Damn it Trippy! How can you possibly think someone like this little fuck is worth that? You're worthless Maverick, jsut another member of the heard of sheep! No confidence in yourself, or your abilities to lead the flock! So you just tail along behind the rest of the sheep.
Maverick: Yeah...well at least I'm not just another platinum blonde who had too much attitude for modeling so she decided she could be a wrestler.
Maverick covers his mouth real fast surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. Alexia just stares bullets into him. But, despite a bit of rocking back and forth, Maverick continues to speak.
Maverick: This business isn't just for anyone. It's for those of us who love this game, this sport. Not someone like you who could care less about the rest of the world. This business is about the wrestling, and more importantly the fans! I am talented, and I know it. I can beat you. I can beat Sean, I can beat Tyler-
Maverick feels the presense of someone menancing behind him.
Jakob: Yes I agree. You can beat Tyler. In fact, I remember you've beaten him in the Experts Tag Tournament last year. Too bad he's not in this match though. Too bad that you have to face me instead of him.
Maverick leans his head back so he could see Jakob Havok.
Maverick: Hi Tyler.
Jakob Havok: Do NOT ever call me that. Tyler Graves is long gone. I AM Jakob Havok.
Alexia smirked coolly.
Alexia: Jakob, welcome to the party. Little Mav here was just telling us how he knows he can beat us because apparently wrestling is about more than just us and our own reasons for this sport. Apparently the fans matter or something.
Trippy: Thats because they do, he's right. You don't win with just their support, but it really helps. Jakob, what do you think?
Jakob shook his head as he lets out a sinister smile.
Jakob: Still the same arent we, Trippy?
He chuckled.
Jakob: Well I believe that we dont need in any shape and form. In fact, they are nothing but a bunch of mere distraction to us. We all do what they want to see. We are like their puppet on a string instead of the other way around. See, I advice that you and Maverick both open your eyes and see the truth. Those fans doesnt care about any of us. They are just here to see us beat each other down! And when we're all beat down and broken, just like a toy, they will throw us aside and move on to another one.
Maverick: Well maybe that's why you two are so angry inside with that line of thinking. You two can think about it plenty, when you are watching me get my title shot after I win Money in the Bank! I can do it, I'm smarter than you seem to like to think I am, I think...
Jakob: You amuse me, Maverick. You really believe in yourself that much that it amuses me. Do you think with three former World Champions in this match, that you really have a chance in getting out as the winner? You're delusional. You know nothing, Maverick. You dont have what it takes to make it to the top of the ladder. While I, Alexia and Jace Gryphon had all been there. And we all know what it takes to be back there again.
Maverick: That's the worse argument of arguements ever! We've all been there before! Just not here! Besides I am going to win! You and your ummm bald eagle hairdo can fly on over to your nest now.
Jakob: Enough. I grow tired of these games. I'll see you in the ring.
Jakob makes no attempt to mask his shove of Maverick, practically throwing him into the wall. Jakob walks off, just as Sean Layne Slate rounds the corner. Jakob practically kicks Slate's shin out. Sean flails forward, stumbles, and knocks right into Alexia and Trippy who then both knock into Maverick who is once again tossed back into the wall. Sean ends up on top of Trippy, his face buried into her chest.
Alexia sits up and shakes her head as Trippy attempts to get up herself before realizing that Sean is not only on top of her, but also buried in her cleavage, and making mo attempt to remove himself.
Alexia: What the fuck!?
Trippy clear her throat and taps the top of his head.
Trippy: EXCUSE YOU! But I believe that your face is on my chest!
Maverick: Dude...
The muffled voice of Sean can be heard saying what we hope is an apology as he tries to push himself up only to for his face to be suctioned right back down into her chest again.
Maverick: If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that Tyler intended to hurt me. Nah, must have been an honest accident.
Maverick says as he stands up. He offers a hand to Alexia to help her stand up. She rises on her own, ignoring his hand, and brushes her jeans off.
Alexia: You thought? I didn't know you could think.
Trippy tries to shove Sean off of her before growling.
Tirppy: HELLO! A little help here!
Maverick: Oh right.
He heaves up Sean who by all accounts didn't try to help the situation. Alexia reached a hand down and helped up Trippy. Sean stands there grinning like an idiot before shyly looking away from Trippy.
Sean: Sorry.
Trippy: I'm sure, but can you look me in the eye and say that?
Sean looks up slowly, his face turning beet red as he looks at Trippy.
Sean: I'm sorry Trippy.
Sean begins digging his toe into the ground like a school girl as he lets out probably one of the dumbest things he can say, which for him is really bad.
Sean: You have warm pillows.
Alexia balled a fist and took a step towards him.
Alexia: Why you sick little fuck...
Trippy held up a hand and stopped her as she smiles faintly at Sean.
Trippy: Thank you.... I think. And you're forgiven, just don't let it happen agian. I don't appreciate it, and I'm sure my fiancee doesn't either.
Sean looks down again quickly as the truth sinks in to him.
Sean: You, you, you have a boyfriend?
Trippy: A fiancee, yes.
Alexia starts listing things off on her fingers.
Alexia: And a daughter, and a dog, shared bills with her fiancee, and several houses. Get the picture?
Sean: I can have a picture?
Alexia brings her palm to her face while Sean stands their with a little anticipation.
Maverick: Oh I get it! You and Trippy, then Alexia and Tyler. A nice double date! You guys can...do whatever people who go on dates do. I honestly don't know what that is. Bet it's fun. Gosh I'm rambling again I should shut up now.
Trippy: Wait, what? No, thatss not it at all. I have a fiancee, his name is Ace Andrews! We have a daughter names Alessa Andrews! Sean, I am relaly sorry if you got the impression that I am interestined in you, but I'm not. I'm madly in love with Ace and thats not going to change. So no picture, and certianly no date.
Sean suddenly gets a wild look in his eyes as he reaches into his pocket quickly. Maverick cringes and dives behind a trash can while Alexia raises an eyebrow watching him, just waiting for a reason to hit him. The look never leaves Sean's eyes as he ever so slowly pulls a small metal slinky out of his pocket and starts playing with it.
Sean: SLINKY SLINKY EVERYONE LOVES A SLINKY.
Trippy's eyes get wide and she starts laughing her ass off as Alexia just shakes her head. She looks between Sean and Maverick and sighs.
Alexia: And if the rest of my sad, sad opponents are anything like you two, the only people I have to worry about tonight are Jakob and Jace. Trippy, lets go.
She grabbed Trippy by the wrist and dragged her freind off.
Sean and Maverick look at each other, and then watch them strut off.
Maverick: Why does everyone randomly put over Jace for our match? Oh the match... Oh! Right. Sean, meet me in your locker room in a bit, we need to talk.
Maverick too runs off, leaving Sean alone with his slinky.
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Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, there are many a thing that I've seen in my career in professional wrestling. Many times have I uttered the words “Oh My God” during a wrestling match. But perhaps the phrase is more apropos here more than anywhere else. Ten VWF wrestlers, ranging from the very experienced to rookie, set to do battle against one another for the chance to obtain a title opportunity from within the briefcase that is currently hanging high above the ring.
P. Lickin: Wait, what? Ten wrestlers? How the hell are we supposed to keep track of all the action here at ringside, Styles? Bodies are going to be flying left and right on a near constant basis. Hell, we may even need to have the EMT unit on standby.
Joey Styles: You have a good point, P. But in the world of professional wrestling, where a single match can make or break a wrestler's career, you've got to think that the only thing on each one of these individuals minds is how they are going to get to the top of that ladder and get their shot at the prize within.
~Now is the time for me to rise to my feet!~
The arena is plunged in darkness as the opening words to Hatebreed's I Will Be Heard begins to fill the O2 Arena. As red and blue pyro begin to spray the entrance ramp, Alexander Cage emerges from the backstage area to the roar of the crowd. Holding a metal folding chair in his hand, Cage raises the chair high above his head for a few moments before making his way down the ramp. First sliding in the chair and then sliding into the ring himself, Cage grabs the chair once again before heading towards the corner turnbuckle and raises the chair above his head once again to the crowd's approval. Jumping to the canvas, Cage unfolds the chair and takes a seat, awaiting his opponents for the match.
Announcer: From Orlando, Florida, and weighing in at 214lbs, Alexander Cage!
Joey Styles: Alexander Cage has had an impressive run since his recent debut as of late and has been rewarded by being placed in this Money in the Bank match.
P. Lickin: What the hell is he bringing a chair out here for? This is a ladder match. L-A-D-D-E-R match!
Joey Styles: I'm quite sure he knows what kind of match he's in for tonight, P.
~One, Two, is this on?~
As the sounds of Higher brain Pattern begin to fill the arena, the lights surrounding the entrance ramp begin to strobe several dark hues before settling down as “The Midnight Assassin” Simon Stone emerges from the backstage area. Eyes focused on the ring, Stone ignores the catcalls coming from the British crowd as he makes his way down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Walking up the metal staircase and going between the first and second ropes, Stone eyes cage for a moment before beginning to pace in a corner, going through the particulars of the match in his head.
Announcer: From Calgary... Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 245lbs, “The Midnight Assassin” Simon Stone!
Joey Styles: The VWF's own private mercenary looks to put his own goals ahead of those of any clients tonight as he seeks to wear championship gold around his waist.
P. Lickin: Wait, a private mercenary? So is he the answer?!
Joey Styles: The answer to what, P?
P. Lickin: The answer to anytime some freaky stuff happens in this company or in professional wrestling as a whole, it's because of mercenaries?! Hell, that's almost as bad as ninjas kidnapping people!
~I get my back into my living!~
The sounds of waves crashing begin to fill the O2 Arena before the chorus of The Who's Baba O'Riley begins to play from the loudspeakers. As the fans begin to cheer, Sean Layne Slate emerges from behind the curtain, a trademark surfboard in hand. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, Slate throws up a Hang Ten sign that the fans acknowledge before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Putting the surfboard up against the announcing table, Slate flashes a smile to the crowd before sliding into the ring and points at both Cage and Stone, then at the briefcase high above the ring.
Announcer: From Huntington Beach, California, weighing 325 lbs, Sean Layne Slate!
Joey Styles: Sean Layne Slate may be slightly out of his element here in the cold wastelands of London in January, rather than at the beaches where he may be more comfortable. However you can damn sure bet that won't take him out of the game tonight.
P. Lickin: Yeah, yeah, yeah. What I want to know is why the hell he left his surfboard by us? Do we look like we surf? Do we look like we are the kind of guys who enjoy surfing? Do we look like we are the kind of guys that enjoy things like the beach, the sand, the sun, the waves, or outside in general?! NO!
Joey Styles: I like outside, P.
P. Lickin: Shut up, Styles.
~Grab the bull by the horns!~
As Becoming the Bull by Atreyu hits the loudpeakers, the crowd delivers a mixed reaction towards the oncoming participant, growing louder in volume as Maverick Jones emerges from the backstage area with a huge smile on his face. As if uncaring about the upcoming onslaught of a match he was about to participate in, Jones stands at the entrance ramp for a few moments before giving a wave and walking down the entrance ramp towards the ring.
Announcer: From Nouvéa, New Caledonia by way of Baltimore Maryland, standing 5 foot 11 and weighing in at 187 pounds, "The Prince of Precision" Maverick Jones!
Joey Styles: Another recent newcomer to the rank and file of the VWF roster, Maverick Jones is... well, Maverick Jones. What more can you say about the guy?
P. Lickin: Styles! I know we've been over this before... but Nouvéa, New Caledonia by way of Baltimore Maryland... what the hell does that mean?
Joey Styles: I'll explain it to you later, P.
P. Lickin: What the hell is a New Caledonia?!
~You Spin Me Right Round, Baby, Right Round!~
The introduction music to "You Spin Me Around" by Dope hits the arena as Alexia’s blue, purple, and silver spot lights run over random parts of the crowd. They start going insane. Alexia’s blue, silver, and purple colored pyrotechnics shot off at the top of the ramp, leaving the usual colored smoke behind. As soon as the smoke cleared, Alexia was hit by three spot lights, one of each color. The rest continued to rush over the dark arena. Once the lights hit her, the crowd went ballistic with their usual mixed reaction, jeering Alexia to an insane degree. Reaching the ring Alexia stopped at it, turned and hopped up backwards, to perch on the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. Then she spun and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring. From there she climbed each turnbuckle, displayed her usual “rock on” sign with both hands. When she finished with the fourth corner, she back flipped off, landing in the center of the ring, the music cutting out suddenly at the exact same time as her landing. Alexia paced her side of the ring, just waiting for the bell to ring.
Announcer: From St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing 130lbs, “The Goddess” Alexia Frost!
Joey Styles: The veteran Alexia is certainly no stranger to ladder matches or Money in the Bank title opportunities and you've got to imagine that if you're a Las Vegas bookkeeper, there are some pretty good odds on “The Goddess.”
P. Lickin: Oh, no. I'm not falling for that again. Last time I went with one of your bets, I ended up with no shirt on in a back alley with a bottle of beer in my hand.
Joey Styles: Isn't that how you always end up?
P. Lickin: Give me some credit, Styles. I don't drink just lame ass beer. Give me the hard Jack anyday and we are good to go.
~I'm barely breathing... I'm barely alive!~
The lights in the arena dies down followed by pulsation of lights that starts to go on and off throughout the whole arena as the intro to "Hero" by Pop Evil plays through out the arena. The pulsation continues as the song kicks in while we suddenly we see the stage being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the opening riffs of the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Jakob Havok. As the red lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and smirks to the crowd who boos the hell out of him. He then continues walking making his way around the ring walking cockily arriving in front of the steel steps. He then ascends the steel steps and upon reaching the ring apron, he then proceeds to jump in to the ring. He then walks to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks around the whole arena with that sick smirk on his face as the song continues to rip through their ear drums. He then drops down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm to the disdain of the fans. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponent.
Announcer: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 220lbs... Jakob Havoc!
Joey Styles: And here we have Jakob Havoc present in the ring who many claim could be a dark horse for this match tonight.
P. Lickin: Tyler Graves.
Joey Styles: And while Jakob Havoc certainly has had a measure of success here in the VWF, he'll be looking to take it to the next level in Money in the Bank.
P. Lickin: Tyler Graves.
Joey Styes: What do you want from me, P?! It's called a gimmick change. GIMMICK change.
P. Lickin: .... Tyler Graves.
~VIVE La... Roque!~
Thunderous bass drums ricochet throughout the arena as Rammstein’s “Du Hast” cues up over the PA system. The fans give a mixed reaction as they hear the LaRoque's entrance music over the loudspeakers and the lights in the arena flash the Canadian red and white for a few moments. And then for a minute. The song dies down from the speakers and still no LaRoque. As the opponents in the ring shrug and just think of one less competitor to deal with, Joey Styles raises a hand to his headset as if receiving information.
Joey Styles: Looks like we'll be down one wrestler tonight as it seems that Jean-Paul LaRoque forgot to renew his Visa for overseas travel.
P. Lickin: Isn't he Canadian? Aren't they British too?
Joey Styles: I don't know how that works. I'm from Connecticut, remember?
~Enter Guitar Rock Riff~
The generic pump-up rock of "I Am the Album Cover" hits the airwaves and soon after "The Supersonic Kid" Terry Hamrick explodes past the curtains full of energy. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, he yells at the crowd, pumps his fist, and slaps hands with the fans on his brisk way down the ramp with the roar of approval from the crowd at ringside. The Supersonic Kid makes a running leap and slides feet-first into the ring, spinning and coming up on a knee. He charges at the buckles and scales up to the top, thrusting a fist into the air in a final pose before jumping down and preparing for the match ahead.
Announcer: From Seattle, Washington, weighing 191lbs, he is The Supersonic Kid Terry Hamrick.
Joey Styles: And with what seems to be energy to spare, Terry Hamrick looks to make an impact on his PPV debut here tonight.
P. Lickin: I'm a Supersonic Man too Styles.
Joey Styles: No... not going to go for it, P.
~I See The Red Door And I Want It Painted Black~
The lights in the arena go dim as the opening chords to Paint It, Black begins to play throughout the arena. With a respectful crowd in attendance who remembers the Reverend from his prior appearances in the Viking Wrestling Federation, a chant of ~V-W-F~ begins to resonate throughout the arena. Crazy makes his 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, eyes focused on the briefcase hanging in the air, then climbs to the second turnbuckle and closes his eyes and raises his fists into the air, finally acknowledging the crowd in attendance as the chant of ~V-W-F~ continues.
Announcer: From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing 245lbs, the Reverend John Crazy!
Joey Styles: If you want to talk about the edge of a veteran, about the edge of experience, look no further than the Reverend John Crazy. A staple of the VWF, he comes here tonight as a grizzled veteran looking for another shot at the gold.
P. Lickin: As long as he stays away from me, we're good, Styles. You can't get near Crazy when he's in a zone like this, or you're libel to have you head removed from your shoulders from one of his clotheslines.
Joey Styles: Something that his opponents in this match have surely taken into consideration.
~I Stand Alone!~
As Godsmack's I Stand Alone begins to play throughout the speakers of the O2 Arena, the lights begin to flash a green haze as the camera cuts to the entrance ramp where a shadowed figure begins to rise out of the floor of the O2 Arena. As the song reaches a crescendo, an explosion of pyro flies from the top and bottom of the staging area and the lights return to normal, revealing Jace Gryphon to the audience, who respond with a chorus of boos and jeers. Ignoring the crowd, Jace smirks as he steps through the smoke of the pyro explosion and begins to make his way down to the ring. Walking up the metal staircase, Jace finally responded to the crowd, flashing a profane sign back at them and turning to enter the ring, when Alexander Cage comes bolting out of the far corner with the steel chair he brought with him in hand. Jumping through the air to gain leverage, Cage hits Gryphon with full impact and a sickening crash of metal meeting bone. Gryphon immediately crashes to the floor, legitimately knocked out, as Alexander Cage flashes a single finger, indicating one more opponent down.
Joey Styles: What an impact by Alexander Cage and Jace Gryphon is down and out here on the floor of the O2 Arena!
P. Lickin: Does that even count?!
Joey Styles: It's a Money in the Bank ladder match, P. We've seen that and we could see a whole lot more here tonight.
Down to eight wrestlers in the ring at the same time, Alexander Cage throws the metal chair outside of the ring and motions to his fellow wrestlers to “Come and Get Me” as the referee signals for the bell and this match is underway. Almost immediately, the Reverend charges Cage and hits him hard with a clothesline that sends him over the ropes and to the outside. Alexia's no slouch either as she quickly hits Sean Layne Slate with a standing dropkick, while the rest of the wrestlers begin a brawl near center of the ring.
Joey Styles: And it looks like a car crash here at the O2 Arena here tonight folks.
P. Lickin: How the hell are we supposed to call all this going on right now?
Joey Styles: As fast as we can, P. As fast as we can.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Simon Stone makes a speed run right into the body of the Goddess Alexia, performing a Lou Thesz press and not exactly giving Alexia the benefit of the doubt regarding her sex. Going on at the same time, both Maverick Jones and Terry Hamrick dive to the outside of the ring and start running for the ladders that had been positioned for the match tonight. Terry Hamrick, showing that the moniker of Supersonic Kid is not just for show gets there first. As Maverick turns the corner and heads towards Hamrick, the Kid ducks low and lifts up, causing Jones to fly on the outside and get back dropped right onto one of the ladders as it collapses to the floor. As Jones writhes in agony on the outside, Hamrick takes the fallen ladder and slides it inside the ring, following in shortly thereafter, only to be on the receiving end of a devastating DDT from the veteran Crazy.
Joey Styles: The Reverend is picking his targets wisely here tonight, P.
P. Lickin: Is Jace Gryphon dead?
Joey Styles: No... not going to go that route either.
Back in the ring, Alexia has turned the tables on Stone and is now perched on the top rope turnbuckle. Looking to show the rookie his place, Alexia performs a backflip landing with her feet first onto the sternum of the fallen Stone before jumping once again and crushing the chest of the mercenary with an elbow drop.
Joey Styles: And Alexia hits Sacrifice on Simon Stone!
P. Lickin: Man, usually I have to pay to have a woman step on me.
Joey Styles: ….
P. Lickin: Er... what's Tyler Graves doing?!
Joey Styles: It's JAKOB HAVOC!
Back in the ring, it looks as though Alexia and Jakob Havoc have a thought out plan as they take the ladder that had been slid into the ring by the now fallen Hamrick and set it up in the center. Each of them climbing one side, they go nearer and nearer to the briefcase.
Joey Styles: We could have a winner here right now! We could have two winners here!
P. Lickin: How do you share a title shot?
Joey Styles: I don't know. But maybe we're about to find out! OH MY GOD!
That phrase was in reference to what just occurred in the ring. As Alexia and Jakob neared the top of the ladder, once again the Reverend John Crazy makes his presence known as he charges towards the ladder and delivers a DEVASTATING shoulder block that teeters the metal frame. As Alexia and Jakob try and hold on for dear life, the ladder tilts to the side, sending Alexia and Jakob crashing to the outside floor, where the Reverend, pleased with the carnage he just delivered, moved to the outside towards the pair of fallen wrestlers.
Joey Styles: Alexia and Jakob look out of it and this scene of carnage is still ongoing here.
P. Lickin: Do you think the Reverend is going to hell?
Joey Styles: Shut up, P.
Meanwhile, Maverick Jones has recovered enough to slide into the ring once again with another ladder, though the large welt on his back still shows the after effects of the back body drop onto the ladder. As he sets up the ladder, the crowd begins to tense in anticipation, only to hesitate at the lack of movement from Maverick Jones, as he simply stares at the briefcase without making a move to go up the now set up ladder.
Joey Styles: And Maverick Jones's fear of heights has him paralyzed here!
P. Lickin: Wait... The Viking King put a guy who's afraid of heights, in a Money in the Bank LADDER match? How sick is he?
Joey Styles: Do you have to ask?
Simon Stone slowly rises to his feet and seeing an already set up ladder, begins to immediately climb up it. Almost giving a sort of whine and distressed look, Mavrick watches as Stone begins to climb, then up at the briefcase, then finally at the slowly rising Supersonic Kid Terry Hamrick, before finally facing his fears and beginning to climb up the ladder himself. Perched near the top, both men begin to pound each other with lefts and rights while the free hand tries to grab the swinging briefcase. Now standing, Hamrick looks for a repeat of the Reverend's prior performance and charges into the ladder with a shoulder block. Teetering once again, Stone and Maverick nearly fall as well but both latch onto the chain holding the Money in the Bank Briefcase.
Joey Styles: Maverick Jones and Simon Stone are ten.. almost fifteen feet in the air here, dangling literally by a thread here!
P. Lickin: Yeah... time for those EMT's to start prepping.
Jones and Stone try and do anything to get the other to let go of the chain, from headbutting to kicking, all the while swinging from the metal chain. Eventually, the sound of the metal beginning to bend reaches both of the men's ears and they try even more desperately to claw their way to a victory. Both men having a hand of the suitcase and the other on the chain, they begin to yank the suitcase from each other, swinging perilously while several of the wrestlers begin to prepare another ladder to head to the top when suddenly, the chain breaks! Both men fall fifteen feet to the canvas and the impact is enough to send a shudder through the spines of the first row. However, when the referee rushes in to check on the two men, he finds both of them still having a hand on the Money in the Bank briefcase. Quickly, the referee signals for the bell and for EMT's to check out the wreckage in the ring because this match is over!
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KB: Ladies and gentlemen what a great night it has been so far. Please allow me to welcome my guest at this time, the woman who will be facing Mysterious here in just a few moments, Brandy Rose. Thank you Brandy for taking a few moments to speak with us. Tonight you are facing Mysterious for his Pan Pacific title. What are your thoughts?
BR: Well I heard him flappin' that jaw of his a few days ago, and he was puttin' words in my mouth. Talkin bout how I say this here match was gonna be easy.... you see those where never the words I said. I said he thought he was gonna have it easy, but no matter. Here tonight at “The End” I am going do wut I said I was gonna do and that is beat Mysterious and Imma gonna take his title. It ain't gonna matter how hard or easy it is gonna be.
KB: Don't you think it is going to be a little harder considering the size difference....
BR: Aw shit.... do I look like I am scared of that oversized skeleton? All he is... is a La Parka wanna be, and he is doin an awful sorry job at it. My daddy had a mutt back home that could do better. But anyways back to the match.... Mysterious, after our match at “The End” you are gonna be bout 10 pounds lighter... because once I take ya gold ya ain't gonna be gittin' it back any time soon.
KB: Thank you Brandy, thank you very much...
As Bacon is thanking Brandy for her time Maverick Jones walks by and Brandy smiles. But he walks on past as if he had not seen her. She gets a bit disappointed and slightly shoves Bacon into a garbage can knocking it over. Maverick turns.
BR: Hey there cutie. Didn't see ya there.
Mav: Oh uhh hi! I was just going to see the trainer. I finished my match not too long ago and man am I sore.
BR: Trainer.... who needs those, why don't you come to my locker room I could give ya a massage.
She smiles and winks.
Mav: ...Oh? Oh well no, I think it's best I go see the trainer. I always do after a match, otherwise I might sustain a serious injury.
The sound of Brandy's entrance theme is heard in the background.
Mav: Sounds like your match is about to start. Ummm good luck! I'll try to watch it while the trainer looks at me.
Maverick starts hopping away down the hall.
Brandy turns to head to the ring.
BR: [under breath] It's your lost... but you will come around Maverick Jones.
Scene fades to the arena.
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RedNeck Side of me by Jamey Johnson plays on the system, as the arena goes black only to be filled by a pink hue. Finally Brandy Rose steps out from behind the curtain. She walks down the ramp as the men cheer and the women boo. She climbs into the ring shaking her ass to the camera as she seductive steps through the ropes.
JOEY STYLES: And yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have our first title match of the evening, as Mysterious defends against Brandy Rose.
P. LICKIN: Brandy has looked real impressive thus far...
JOEY STYLES: That she has.
P. LICKIN: Especially in the last issue of VWF: Divas Magazine!
The arena goes completely dark whispering and creaking noises can be heard over the speakers. Smoke pours off the stage as lights begin to flicker and the Funeral march begins to play. Mysterious walks out wrapped in ghostly robes. Smoke pours out from under them as he walks. Fire explodes from the ring and stage as he walks slowly to the ring. If his opponent is in the ring he staks them walking around the ring 2 times before getting in if not he just stpes in. He lays motionell on the ring floor before slithering out of his robes standing up pointing and cackling at Brandy.
P. LICKIN: What's so funny?
The bell rings and Mysterious goes after Brandy, elbowing her in the face before taking her down with a scoop slam. He immediately puts the boots to her, but she quickly rolls out of the way to the safety of the floor. Mysterious follows and grabs her legs as she attempts to get up, but Brandy turns and hits an enziguri that sends the champion to his knees. Before he can rise to his feet, Brandy lays into him with a wicked right cross and rolls him into the ring.
JOEY STYLES:
The referee is halfway through his ten count as Brandy climbs back in the ring. The champion is waiting for her and drops an elbow on her back. He pulls her to her feet and ties her up with a hammerlock before dropping her once again with a bulldog. He tries to pick up the win with a sudden pin, but Brandy kicks out after only a one count. Mysterious grabs her by the ankle and starts to apply a standing figure four, but Brandy scrambles for the ropes.
P. LICKIN: Mysterious in full control here...
Mysterious is ordered to break the hold and as he attempts to, Brandy kicks him violently in the face which sends him reeling back. He loses his balance and falls to the canvas. Brandy is back on her feet fast and she rushes Mysterious, attacking him with a Lou Thesz press. After laying into him four or five times, she stands and kicks Mysterious in the head before yanking him up by the neck. She attempts to whip Mysterious into the ropes, but he reverses it and Brandy is whipped into the turnbuckle. She looks up into time to see Mysterious charging at her as he hits a clothesline. He ties her up to the turnbuckle in a tree-of-woe. He begins to put the boots to her and she falls to the mat. He picks her up once again and picks lifts her up for a vertical suplex. He stalls, and this gives her time to wiggle loose and drop him with a flash DDT.
P. LICKIN: OH MY GOD!
JOEY STYLES: P.!
P. LICKIN: Sorry, was that your line?
Brandy pulls herself together and grabs Mysterious' ankle and slams his knee into the canvas. She picks him up, and she starts throwing punches but he blocks the first one and the two brawl all over the ring for a bit before Brandy drops him with an STO. She sprints to the turnbuckle and leaps, attempting a Redneck Dive but Mysterious rolls out of the way just in time. Brandy doubles over in pain as Mysterious staggers to his feet. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulls the challenger to her feet and locks her in the Grim Hold, violently shaking her back and forth. All the color is gone from her face as she slumps. Mysterious still has his trademark move locked in tight as the referee grabs her arm and drops it. Her arm falls quickly and the referee grabs her arm again. He drops it but this time Brandy is able to hold her arm steady before she kicks him the balls, forcing him to break the move and grab his crotch in agony. She kicks him in the head to lay him out before ascending to the top rope. She blows a kiss and then dives, hitting Mysterious with a Bluegrass Flip! She rolls him up with a small package and the referee makes the pin. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
The camera cuts to the locker room area where we find the Cabo-Wabo Middleweight Champion, Kamikaze, double-checking his ring gear in the mirror, with the title belt itself set precariously above the mirror's frame, giving Kamikaze the constant reminder of what's on the line tonight.
As Kamikaze gives himself a nod of approval, a knock is heard from the direction of the door frame. Glancing in the mirror, Kamikaze sees that it's VWF Backstage Interviewer Lorie McWiggletits, a microphone in hand. Deciding it would be fruitless to try and deny her entrance to the locker room, Kamikaze gave a slight sigh before grabbing the Cabo-Wabo title belt, propping it up on his shoulder, and turning around to find Lorie having indeed moved into the room and already begun a line of questioning.
Lorie McWiggletits: Kamikaze, we're mere moments away from the Iron Man match between you and Leon "Purple" Hayze. If your opponent emerges victorious, he regains the Cabo-Wabo Middleweight Championship he lost to you back in December. However if you win, you personally end the career of whom many are calling your fated rival since arriving in the Viking Wrestling Federation. Do you have anything to say to that?
The fans immediately boo as the camera focuses in on the Japanese Devil of the VWF as he stares down Lorie before giving her a smirk and speaking.
Kamikaze: Do I have anything to say to that? Oh, I have plenty to say to that. But it's all stuff that I've said before. Leon Hayze is a nobody without Kamikaze. Leon Hayze would have been a footnote in the history of the VWF if he had never been booked to face me in the VWF arena. But, you know what, perhaps it would have been better for Leon that way.
Lorie McWiggletits: What do you mean by that?
Kamikaze: It would have been better for him, because he would never have known the joys of success and the treacherous daggers of failure. He would have been an aimless worker on the VWF's roster, perhaps in the same vein as Phoenix or Tazz. But he had the ill-fortune of crossing into the path of the Divine Wind. And now what's going to happen? He'll go from being at least being something on this roster... to nothing, all based on the outcome of a single match. Tonight, we will see the end of a career in the VWF, barely begun, and we will see the continued rise of a man who after tonight will have his eyes set on one prize and one prize alone.
Lorie McWiggletits: And what's that prize?
Kamikaze: Think about it... use your head for once, hmm? There is one thing that a lightweight wrestler cannot obtain, cannot seek, cannot earn, without first having garnered two specific championship belts: the Pan-Pacific Championship belt... and the Cabo-Wabo Middleweight Championship. And guess who is the only wrestler to earn both in recent months... me.
Lorie McWiggletits: Are you saying...?
Kamikaze: Of course I am. Jonny Cedrone, Scott Dibiase. These two are the supposed "chosen representatives" of the VWF. They are going to go toe to toe tonight for the World Championship and then next week compete again in the first round of the CWC Invitational 2011 to attempt to become the CWC Heavyweight Champion. I'm doing the same, but it seems that the Japanese Devil was overlooked because these two so-called elites were granted the grace of management simply because of their current feud. Well, it doesn't matter who they are. And I'm saying it doesn't matter who the champion is once tonight is over. Once I win tonight, and I WILL win tonight, the World Champion of the Viking Wrestling Federation can consider themselves put on notice.
Lorie stands aghast at claims being made while Kamikaze continues.
Kamikaze: And it doesn't matter whether I'll have to win the Royal Rumble, if I get a shot at Bloodlust, or even if I have to wait a whole year until The End 2012... they can expect the Divine Wind to come blowing their way eventually. And the road to my Golden Reign as World Champion all starts here, tonight, with the expulsion of one Leon... "Purple"... Hayze.
With that, Kamikaze gives off a deep laughter as he steps away from Lorie and heads out of the locker room, leaving Lorie alone attempting to process all that she just heard...
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Suddenly, the lights in the arena go dark while the crowd begins to hear a synthesized vocal chorus through the loudspeakers. Eventually, a beat is included with the chorus, until eventually it turns into a full synth song. A single spotlight appears and is planted at the entrance ramp in the meanwhile and begins to flash, corresponding to the beat. As the music reached a fever pitch, the Japanese Devil of the VWF, Kamikaze, emerged from the backstage area. As the music fades away, we see Kamikaze still standing under the spotlight, as the crowd begins to boo and jeer. Showing no emotion towards the crowd, the Japanese wrestler stands immobile for a few minutes, letting the boos wash over him like a wave.
After allowing this for a few minutes, Kamikaze slowly raises a single hand in the air, before giving a snap of his fingers, immediately bringing light to the formerly darkened arena. At this, he began to show a small sneer in reaction to the crowd, whose boos had intensified with the reemergence of light. Beginning to walk down the ring, Kamikaze ignored the crowd as he went down the aisle. Stepping up the metal staircase and jumping over the ring, Kamikaze eyed the hard camera with a stare, giving it a small wink before turning his attention on the match at hand.
( As Purple Haze starts up, a tremendous roar of approval, starts up, and when Jimmi Hendrix first utters ‘Purple Haze, all through my brain…’, Leon “Purple” Hayze comes into view, as purple and green pyros go off to the left or right of him, spinning slowly on the ramp, the crowd eating it up. He doesn’t stagger to the ring this time though, pretending at being high like he normally would, but jogs down the aisle, slapping hands with fans to the left and right, giving Kamikaze a hard stare when he’s not smiling and looking at the fans. )
Hayze is sliding under the ropes, with his Jimmi Hendrix still riffing on the guitar blasting through the arena, when Kamikaze bounds off the opposite ropes and delivers a massive baseball slide, sending Leon right back out of the ring, and the crowd thunders down it’s hate for not letting the former champion get into the ring first. The ref is right outside, and really in Kamikaze’s face, though he just pulls Leon up by the hair, which infuriates the ref even further, and whips Hayze into the barricade. Frustrated, the ref gets into the ring and signals for the bell to be rung, and even before the third chime of the bell is struck, the ref is on his first count for a would be count out. Kamikaze goes for a roundhouse kick, but Leon catches it and just punches the Cabo Wabo champion in his calf, before spinning him around and delivers a standing lariat, putting down Kamikaze as Leon runs and slides through the ropes, at the four count from the ref. The ref is at seven before Kamikaze gets in the ring but for a moment, as Leon takes a page out of Kamikaze’s play book and hits a baseball slide of his own, sending the champ to the outside. Leon only hops up to an opposite turnbuckle and gestures to the crowd, as if to ask them how they like it, to their obvious approval.
Joey Styles: And you just knew these two men, who have been warring for months, were going to step it up even further tonight, at The End.
P. Lickin: Of course Joey, and you just know that Leon’s gonna have trouble getting an unemployment check, when he loses tonight, thanks to this shitty economy.
Joey Styles: No, I don’t think so P. Leon’s got fire in his eyes. I just have this feeling that it’s time for Leon Hayze to become a two time Cabo Wabo champion.
P. Lickin: Whatever Styles. Maybe you can just hire him as your new man servant though, or maybe he can be in the ring crew or something. Because I see Kamikaze and I feel like he’s ending Leon’s career tonight!
The ref is only to a five this time before Kamikaze gets back into the ring, as champion and challenger circle each other warily. After a short lockup, Kamikaze gets the upper hand, spinning Leon around quickly and hitting a neckbreaker. The Divine Wind is up quickly, and goes over to the closest corner. He looks to start climbing, but only puts his left foot up on the first rope. He thinks better of it and gets down, and starts taking off the padding on the turnbuckle, trying to hide it, though the ref notices and trys to pull Kamikaze away. He’s unsuccessful in doing so, and just as Kamikaze is about to whip Leon into that exposed turnbuckle, the ref covers the corner. Looking pissed, Leon gets nailed with a few lefts and rights to the face, and as the ref goes to put the padding back on, Hayze gets slammed hard to his lower extremities, from a swift kick by Kamikaze. The crowd boos the low blow loudly, which gets the ref’s attention just in time for Hayze to get rolled up into a la’mistra cradle, for is just barely a three count. We go to the VikingTron then, as a three count tolls on the bell:
Kamikaze wins via pinfall in 0:11:58 by pinfall – Kamikaze 1-0
Joey Styles: And of course, Kamikaze being the liar and cheat he is, gets a dirty pinfall.
P. Lickin: I like it dirty, and rough…just ask…
Joey Styles: Not now, not tonight; not for this match. Let’s get back to the ring ladies and gentlemen!
Leon almost kicked out in time, and he’s got plenty of life in him, as he gets up quickly. After a lockup when they both get up, Hayze drops Kamikaze back to the mat again with a ddt. Leon angrily gets Kamikaze up again, and whips him into the corner opposite of the corner with the once exposed top turnbuckle. Following up with a body splash sees Kamikaze slumping to the mat, and Leon railes him with rights and left kicks, stomping hard and fast, and after a few moments of this, the ref gets concerned and starts to yell at Hayze to let up. Leon ignores it though, continuing to stomp the midsection and face with his boot heels, and doesn’t relent after getting to our. After a few more stomps, and the ref trying to get Leon to quit, the official moves to the center of the ring and signals to the time keeper for a disqualification.
Leon Hayze earns a disqualification at 0:14:02 – Kamikaze 2-0
Joey Styles: We are not in the confines of a steel cage anymore Hayze, you’ve got to be careful!
P. Lickin: God damn, the ref better check to see if Kamikaze doesn’t have a hole in his midsection. Nice ferocity by Leon Hayze; who knew the goody good had it in him Styles?
Joey Styles: Hayze wants that Cabo Wabo title back, but he’s not going to earn it that way.
Hayze is pissed, yelling in the ref’s face, who looks like he doesn’t want any of it, warning Leon to behave himself. It’s not long though before Leon accepts the loss and gets back on Kamikaze, who’s up to one knee, before Hayze gets the champ to both feet. The lockup is elementary, as Kamikaze still looks a bit dazed, before Hayze has the Japanese daredevil up into what looks to be a stalling suplex, but changing it to a brainbuster instead, floating over into a quick pin.
1
2
3… but Kamikaze has a foot under the rope, forcing the ref to not acknowledge the pin. Pulling Kamikaze into the center of the ring by his feet, Hayze goes down for another pinning attempt, which only gets to a two before Kamikaze weakly kicks out. Slamming the mat in frustration, Hayze goes for the immediate retry, still only getting a two count, with a little more fervor from Kamikaze this time. Running over to the ropes, Hayze bounds back and looks to nail Kamikaze with a senton splash, who gets his knees up to block the move. Though Hayze is down on the mat, grabbing at his stomach in pain, Kamikaze is still looking to be in a bad way from Leon’s furious assault. The former champion isn’t phased by this for long though, and gets up before Kamikaze can. Aiming a martial arts kick to Kamikaze’s midsection, the champ is able to catch it and throw it off. Trying for one of his own, Leon blocks it as well. After another attempt and block by each competitor, Leon is able to fake out Kamikaze by looking to go for a left, and then snapping his right low, into Kamikaze’s right leg.
Joey Styles: Wow, what an exchange by both of these great high flyers. I think, looking back on Kamikaze’s comments last week, that neither of these men can be considered to be anything other than Main Eventers, after tonight.
P. Lickin: Actually, it’s Kamikaze who is going to move into that position, while Leon Hayze moves into a card board box on the street, ha ha ha….
Joey Styles: Say that now, but Leon’s got the upper hand at the moment, and looks to have regained his composure.
Kamikaze is on one knee, before Leon hits a dropkick to the chest, putting him down completely. Hayze capitalizes quickly, as they are near the ropes, and Hayze hops off the second turnbuckle with a springboard moonsault. Leon sits on Kamikaze’ s chest and starts nailing him with right and left fists, which the ref doesn’t like one bit and is quick to start a count on Leon. Getting to a three, Leon sits up before the ref gets to a four and gives Hayze another disqualification. Pulling Kamikaze a little bit, towards the closest corner, Hayze is quick to get the top and signal to the crowd he’s ready for Hayzed and Confused. A second later, he flies through the air for his version of the Shooting Star Press, and hits it. Taking nothing for granted, Leon gets down and hooks both Kamikaze’s legs for a pinning attempt. 1...2...3...
Leon Hayze wins via pinfall at 0:24:47 – Kamikaze 2-1
P. Lickin: Wait a minute Styles, just a damn minute. Before you get your juices flowing down in your vagina region for Leon, he’s still losing.
Joey Styles: You know what, let’s just get back to the match. We’ll just see who wins after this hour or hell, for both of these men, is over and done with. You or Kamikaze don’t want to count all their eggs before they are hatched, after all.
Lickin shakes his head at the cliché, before we cut back to the ring, as Hayze soaks up the cheers for a few more seconds, before getting back on Kamikaze. Getting Kamikaze up, which is tough as he’s just been hit with such a devastating move, Leon throws his prone opponent outside, and Hayze is quick to follow. The ref doesn’t like this one bit, and even before Hayze grabs Kamikaze up, he’s admonishing Hayze to get back into the ring. Leon doesn’t listen though, and so the ref climbs back into the ring, at a one count even as he gets back to his feet in the ring. Moving to the side of Kamikaze, Leon snaps him down onto the thinly covered arena floor with a side Russian legsweep, as the ref gets to a three count, putting Kamikaze perilously close to the rings steps. Hayze is right up, and moves to pick up the ring steps. He actually does this, and holds them overhead, much to the crowds delight, but instead sets them down two or three feet near the barricade, about a foot away from where the it makes a corner. Grabbing up Kamikaze, Hayze atomic drops him onto the barricade, at the six count and nearly getting another disqualification from the way the ref’s face is screwed up in anger. Kamikaze, in a punch drunk daze, has a precarious seat as Leon backs up nine or ten feet. Hayze runs over, bounds up the portion of the steps and looks to go for a mid-air spear, but Kamikaze just has the presence of mind to move himself to the right a bit. Hayze sails into the crowd instead, and though Kamikaze is crawling to the ring, the ref is already at a nine count. The Cabo Wabo champion actually gets a hand on the mat cover, as Hayze pulls himself out of the crowd and has one foot in the crowd and the other over the barricade, the ref gets to ten and signals for the bell to ring again.
Double count out at 0:30:32 – Kamikaze 3-2
Joey Styles: We’re only at half-time, folks, and this thing doesn’t have any kind of side show while either side takes a rest.
P. Lickin: I sure wish we did have some hot cheerleaders though, I’d…
Joey Styles: You know what Lickin. You would get embarrassed that they wouldn’t want your…your…your fat ass! And you know it, so let’s just get back to the match!
Kamikaze has almost gotten to both feet, with the assistance of the mat cover, though Leon puts him through the ropes and then rolls in himself, even as the ref was starting to count again, having gotten to another two count. Both men are to their feet, in the ring, and though Hayze goes for a right hand, Kamikaze weakly blocks the move, to the oohs and ahhs of the crowd, and to the surprise of Hayze. Locking up near the ropes, he suplexs Kamikaze onto the ropes, twists and sends the champ hurtling to the ring with the assistance of the ropes. Hayze up quickly, and throws an elbow onto Kamikaze’s right leg, gets up and drops two more, and Kamikaze is clutching it in major pain after this. Brining him into the middle of the ring, Leon locks in a half Boston crab, wrenching on Kamikaze’s right leg, putting the champ into excruciating pain. Still, even as the ref slides down to ask if Kamikaze wants to give up, Hayze relents the move, getting up and slamming the Divine Wind’s right knee into the mat as he gets up. Leon is unrelenting, as he gets right up and goes to work on that right leg some more, with an ankle lock. It looks like Kamikaze is about to slap his hand to the mat, but Hayze doesn’t let it get that far, giving up on the move before the ref is able to make the call.
Joey Styles: My god, Hayze showing a different side of his skills, here, by putting on a submission clinic for us.
P. Lickin: Oh that reminds me Styles. You better get your mom to the clinic, because I just might have givin her cra…
Joey Styles: I only wish I had saved my money, when I was a kid. Maybe I’d have enough to bribe you to quit this job.
P. Lickin: Yeah, but it wouldn’t be worth it, whatever you gave me. I love torturing you.
Hayze has both of Kamikaze’s feet in his hands, half his body in the air, and slams the champ’s knees into the mat. After doing this two more times, Hayze moves to the center of the ring and motions to the crowd, and they cheer loudly at Kamikaze’s pain. Slowly crawling to the ropes, Kamikaze is allowed to shakily get to his feet as best he can, as Hayze just watches. Just as Kamikaze is up to his feet, with the assistance of the ropes, Leon comes in and chop blocks Kamikaze’s left leg, forcing the Cabo Wabo champ to put his weight on his bad right leg, instantly crumpling him down to the mat. Pulling Kamikaze towards the center a bit, Leon moves down and slaps on an stf, and it’s not long before Kamikaze pounds his hand on the mat, and the ref has to get to a three count for Leon to finally stop, as the ref signals for the bell.
Leon Hayze makes Kamikaze submit at 0:39:35 – 3-3
The ref is checking Kamikaze, who looks really hurt, seeming like he’s asking Kamikaze if he wants to end the match, though we get a slight nodding of his head. Before long, Leon’s on top of Kamikaze, hitting a standing moonsault. Leon looks pumped, and drags Kamikaze just a bit, towards the nearest corner, and is quick to bound up to the top turnbuckle. Asking the crowd if they want the Hayzed and Confused again, which they unanimously definitely want from their loud pop they respond with, it’s not long before Leon flips through the air in another Shooting Star Press. At the last second though, Kamikaze somehow moves out of the way, and the crowd groans loudly at Leon missing. Leon clutches his stomach in pain, as Kamikaze lays on his back, panting for long moments, before Hayze is able to get to his feet again. Kamikaze is up to one leg, using his much better left leg, with assistance to the ring ropes in the corner, as Hayze is near to the center of the ring. Seeing Kamikaze prone in the corner, Leon moves to the opposite corner, and charges toward Kamikaze for a shoulder butt. Somehow, Kamikaze makes himself slip to just to the left though, making Hayze’s shoulder slam into the turnbuckle instead, with Kamikaze falling to the mat beside him for some rest. Hayze looks to be in great pain, clutching at his shoulder for a long time, as Kamikaze is able to get to both feet for the first time. Limping around in obvious pain, Kamikaze tests it a bit, before he’s back over to Leon. Kamikaze, checking Hayze, sees he’s still hurt and not looking his way, when the Cabo Wabo champion sets to removing the padding from this corner’s top turnbuckle. He’s checking on Hayze, but notices this soon enough, and gets in Kamikaze’s face, obviously warning him that he’ll get a disqualification if he does it again. Kamikaze waves his arms as if to say he’s sorry and won’t do it again, and as the ref goes to tie the padding back on, Kamikaze reaches into his left boot and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. Getting down discreetly, as Leon is just up to his feet and moving to hit Kamikaze, though Kamikaze strikes first with his knucked-hand, downing Hayze instantly. Kamikaze snakes his knucks into his shorts as the ref turns around to the thunderous boos that this causes, though Kamikaze is quick to capitalize by getting down and pinning Leon. 1...2...3....
Kamikaze wins via pinfall at 0:47:51 – Kamikaze 4-3
Joey Styles: No, no; it can’t go down like this!
P. Lickin: But your m…
Joey Styles: Shut up, just shut up right now. Your mom, o.k., your mom. Your mom is a whore and I bang her all day and night, when I’m not here calling matches. HA, how do you like that?!?
P. Lickin: Whoa, Styles, when did your balls drop? Was that base in your voice as well? I’ll be damned.
Hayze has a noticeable gash on his head now, which is bleeding freely, and the ref is in Kamikaze’s face, asking how this happened, though Kamikaze only shrugs and barks back at the ref. Kamikaze lays in a few left boots to the head, and after this Hayze’s face is just about crimson rather than tan, though it looks to have strained his right leg by putting his weight on it. Kamikaze lets Hayze bleed on the mat, mocking him to the crowd with wiping at his face for a bit, to the hatred of the crowd, the Japanese daredevil slips under the ring and kneels near the ring mat. Lifting it up, he fishes around for a moment, and finally comes up with a chair. Bringing it into the ring first, Kamikaze slides back into the ring. The ref grabs the chair first though, just as Kamikaze is about to take it into hand. When the ref throws it out of the ring, Kamikaze takes this distraction as a chance to pull out his brass knuckles, and just he’s about to land another punch to Leon’s already very bloody face, the ref catches his arm. Screaming and yelling at Kamikaze, with the knucks on his hand, the ref takes them and throws them lightly to the timekeeper, and signals for the bell right after.
Kamikaze has been disqualified at 0:53:06 – 4-4
Joey Styles: Serves him right, by god, can’t he win on just his talent alone? Poor Hayze, what a bloody mess he is, and with less than seven minutes left, you have to wonder if he can recover from that brass knuckle hit and come back.
P. Lickin: Considering his face is starting to take on the appearance of ground hamburger, I’m gonna go ahead and call it now. Leon Hayze’s career is finished!
Kamikaze waits until Leon’s almost to his feet, taking long moments to wipe away blood again and again, to little effect. Hayze is up to his feet, and staggers towards Kamikaze, though he goes right back down as the Cabo Wabo champ puts him back down with a dropkick to the right knee. Grabbing it in hand, Kamikaze gets onto the ring apron, and then drops to the floor, wrenching Leon’s right leg hard between the ropes, as Hayze screams out. The ref, having had enough of them going to the outside, is at a two count even as Kamikaze is getting back up to the ring apron. Still, he stays on the outside, as he brings Leon’s leg out again. Moving back to the opposite side, Kamikaze hits a running elbow drop onto Hayze’s prone leg, as the ref counts to five, warning Kamikaze all the while to get back into the ring. Just as the ref puts his hand up to a seven count, Kamikaze rolls into the ring and then rolls right back out after seeing the official break his count. Grabbing up the bottom half of the ring ropes, Kamikaze holds it over head, looking to the left and right as if asking the crowd whether he should do it or not, to riotous boos from them. He swings down, and at though it looks like he’s going to go through it, he drops the steps and rolls back into the ring. Kamikaze hits a flurry of lefts and rights to Leon’s right leg, though you can see some pain in Kamikaze’s face for using his own hurting right leg, before hitting an elbow drop to it. Getting up quickly, Kamikaze throws one to Leon’s face, before hitting his feet again and climbing to the top rope. It looks to be painful for him, moving a bit slower than he might normally, before finally get a good position on the top ropes. Making a cutting motion over his neck to the left and right of him, Kamikaze goes for Divinity. Snapping that elbow out at the last second, of a near picture perfect Shooting Star Elbow Drop, it connects nearly right on that gash in Hayze’s face. Wrenching up his right leg, Kamikaze goes for the pin. 1...2...3...
Kamikaze wins via pinfall at 0:58:33 – Kamikaze 5-4
Joey Styles: Divinity, oh dear god he hit it, and there’s just about a minute left in this one. It looks like, by hook and by crook, Kamikaze has done it.
P. Lickin: I hope Kamikaze asks me to come to the after party, cause I really wanna celebrate The End of Leon “Purple” Hayze. Yes!
Kamikaze looks thrilled, as he bounds up to the top turnbuckle again and just stands there, soaking in the boos as the timer ticks down. Before long, as we cut to the Vikingtron, it ticks town from the ten second mark. The crowd sadly chants it down, and when it hits 0, the ref signals the bell again.
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**--After the ending of a match, the scene opens up in the backstage area where we see the VWF World Heavyweight Champion, “The King of Sexy” Jonny Cedrone doing some stretching. The fans out in attendance almost tear the roof off the place when they see their hero. After finishing up his squats, he reaches over and picks up his Championship off the table nearby and drapes it over his right shoulder. With a determined look on his face, Jonny Cedrone begins his trek down the hallway. After a few steps, he’s stopped by Kyle Bacon--**
Bacon: “Jonny, I know you have more important things to do at this moment, but do you mind if I get just a few words before your match?”
Cedrone: “Uh. Yeah, sure. Go ahead bud, just remember that time’s not on our side.”
**--Cedrone readjusts the Championship up on his shoulder--**
Bacon: “In a matter of moments Jonny, it’ll be you and Scott DiBiase fighting it out over the VWF World Heavyweight Championship. Are you feeling nervous at all?”
Cedrone: “Kyle, if it’s been said once, it’s been said a thousand times, ‘the moment you quit feelin’ the butterflies in your stomach before you step through that curtain, that’s when you need to pack up your gear and go home.’ I’ll be lyin’ to ya if I stood here and told you that I’m not nervous. That the butterflies in my stomach has now turned into Boeing 757s. That I’m now tastin’ that sandwich I had two hours ago tryin’ to make it’s comeback up in my throat. There’s a lot ridin’ on this one match Kyle, and we’re performing, damn near, in front of the entire city of London in one building.”
“Two years worth of ups and downs, ins and outs and downright mind games have all culminated to this moment here tonight. Two of the biggest names in the Viking Wrestling Federation will clash like two Titans. It’s going to be like World War 3, and no I’m not talkin’ about the old WCW pay-per-view. Two of the biggest names, two of the biggest entities, two of the most skilled, athletic competitors within the walls of the VWF will fight to the finish to see who the true better man is Kyle. Will it be the World Champion who keeps the Title and sends the challenger home with his head hung low? Or will it be the triumphant Challenger who will reign supreme, and after fighting through so many adversities, would it be the Challenger who is crowned the new World Champion? God only knows the answer to that question at the moment, but here in a matter of minutes, the whole World will find out just who the better man is.”
“The eyes of the World are upon us tonight, and if there’s ever a guarantee, it’s the fact that Scott and I will not disappoint. It’ll be a hard fought battle like none other, but I wanna go on record and wish him the best of luck and may the best man win.”
**--And with a grin, he continues--**
“And don’t worry, I will.”
Bacon: “Cocky much?”
Cedrone: “Scott himself and I couldn’t agree more, that everyone has to have confidence in themselves, and that statement couldn’t be any more truer than at this moment right now Bacon. In a match at this caliber, if you don’t have confidence, you’re nothin’ but dead meat. We pick on those who lack in self-confidence like a pack of wild wolves, and we eat them alive. Well Scott’s not goin’ to have the pleasure of bein’ able to eat on THIS hungry wolf. I’m more than confident that I’m goin’ to come out on the other side as the winner and still hold on to this Championship. But what I ALSO have confidence in is the fact that Scott feels the same way about himself, and rightfully so.”
Bacon: “It’ll definitely be a match for the ages.”
Cedrone: “Absolutely, Bacon.”
Bacon: “Okay. Thank you so much for your time Jonny. I’m going to let you get back to your preparation. Good luck.”
Cedrone: “Thank you Kyle.”
**--Cedrone shakes his hand as he walks off. The scene cuts to a promo for the epic battle.--**
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Aggression hands his title to the referee on the outside of the cage. He steps in. Enigma is standing in the opposite corner. The cage door closes behind Aggression. The bell rings and the two men circle each other. They lockup, but Aggression comes out with arm wrench. He wrenches down really hard, but Enigma forces Aggression the other way and applies an arm wrench of his own. Enigma releases the hold and the two men stare each other down. Enigma attempts another lockup, but Aggression kicks him in the midsection and then drills him with a right hand. He follows up with a few more. He attempts to slam Enigma’s face in the cage, but Enigma blocks it with his leg on the cage, and back elbows Aggression.
JOEY STYLES: Enigma showing some good ring presence.
He charges him and takes Aggression down with a single leg takedown. He mounts Aggression and punches him in the head multiple times, until the referee pulls him off of Aggression and warns about using closed fists. Enigma picks up Aggression, but he rakes the eyes of Enigma. Enigma staggers around. Aggression hoists him onto his shoulder and drops him with a hard front slam. Aggression lands a quick leg drop and makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out. Aggression picks Enigma up and tosses him into the steel head first. He picks Enigma up and throws him into the cage again. Blood begins to trickle down Enigma’s face. Aggression makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out. Aggression walks towards the cage door, but Enigma grabs his ankle. Aggression attempts a back kick, but Enigma catches his leg and Aggression crashes to the mat. Both men reach their feet at the same time and exchange punches. Enigma wins the exchange with a hard knee to the midsection and throws Aggression face first into the cage. Aggression comes staggering back and Enigma delivers a big dropkick. 1..2.. Aggression kicks out easily. Enigma gets to his feet and attempts to walk out of the cage, but Aggression has other plans, landing a clothesline to the back of the head. Enigma tumbles to the mat Aggression picks up Enigma and throws him into the corner. He hoists him up to the top rope. He runs up the turnbuckle and lands a beautiful hurricanrana from the top rope. Aggression scurries over and makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out. Aggression picks Enigma up by the head and delivers a forceful knee to the stomach and then a quick DDT. He makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out again. Aggression puts a couple boots to Enigma, then climbs the cage. Aggression makes it halfway before Enigma grabs him by the leg. Aggression tries to shake him off, but Enigma pulls down, and Aggression falls to the ropes, straddling them as the crowd feels his pain.
JOEY STYLES: That's GOTTA hurt!
P. LICKIN: I teared up a little just now.
His leg gets caught in the ropes and Enigma uses this for kicks and punches to the face and midsection. Aggression untangles himself as Enigma walks to the cage door. He stops, then turns back to Aggression. He picks up Aggression and kicks him in the gut. Chris then takes a step back and delivers a big swinging neck breaker. Enigma covers. 1..2.. Aggression kicks out. Enigma stands up and looks down at Aggression. He starts to climb the cage as Aggression stands up. Aggression runs up the ropes, grabs Enigma from behind and lands a huge reverse DDT from the middle of the cage! Both men crash to the mat with that spectacular move. Aggression moves over to Enigma and makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma gets the shoulder up. Aggression can’t believe it. He picks up Enigma and whips him into the corner. Aggression follows him in with a big splash. Enigma staggers out and Aggression hits him with a bulldog. He makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma gets the shoulder up. Aggression signals to the crowd for the end. He picks up Enigma and prepares for THE SNAPSHOT, but Enigma drops to one knee and sweeps Aggression’s legs out from under him. This bys Enigma some seconds to catch his breath, but not for long as Aggression connects with a big soccer kick to the face of Enigma. Aggression decides to end the match and climbs up the cage wall. He makes it to the top of the cage. Enigma makes it to his feet and gets to the top of the cage just in time to grab Johnny’s hair as he climbing down the other side. Enigma straddles the top of the cage as he brings Aggression back over the top. The two men exchange blows as they sit on top of the cage. Aggression strikes with a big left hook that almost takes Enigma off the cage, but he regains his balance and strikes back with a hard right straight. Aggression staggers back. Enigma grabs him and both men go sailing off the top of the cage, crashing at the same time onto the canvas 20 feet in the air. Somehow Aggression’s hand lands on top of Enigma’s thigh and the referee counts. 1..2..3.. NO! Enigma gets his shoulder off the ground!
JOEY STYLES: SO CLOSE!
Both men are down. Aggression manages to get to his feet, but it still really staggering. He looks down at Enigma, who is still down. He walks over to him and slaps him in the face. Enigma makes no move. Aggression turns his back to him and taunts the crowd. Enigma was apparently playing possum as he stands up. Aggression turns and falls back in shock. He charges Enigma, but Enigma moves and Aggression goes sternum first into the turnbuckles. He staggers back. Enigma runs up the turnbuckles and comes back with a back flip splash, shades of HBK at WrestleMania. He lands on Aggression and hooks his legs. 1..2.. Aggression kicks out. Enigma uses the ropes to get to his feet and Aggression does the same. The two men stare each other down again in exhaustion and give each other a slight nod, but attack again. Aggression takes Enigma down to the canvas and smashes him with right and left hands. The blood is really pouring out of Enigma’s head. Aggression gets off and allows Enigma to stagger up, then runs over him with a clothesline. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out. Aggression looks at the referee in frustration. He picks Enigma up and whips him into the cage again. Enigma crashes in and staggers back. Aggression tries another clothesline, but Enigma ducks and hits Aggression with a hard roundhouse kick. Enigma’s kick connects to the right side of the temple. Aggression crashes to the canvas. Enigma drops to a knee in exhaustion. Aggression looks up at Enigma, blood trickling down Aggression’s cheek from the kick. Both men stand up together again. Both have blood all over their faces. They lockup for a strength test. Aggression wins the test, and brings Enigma to his knees with an arm hold, then knees him right in the face. Enigma goes to the mat. Aggression makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma gets the shoulder up.
JOEY STYLES: Enigma is a man on a mission tonight, and he is NOT giving up.
Aggression looks down at Enigma and shakes his head. He picks him up and places his head between his thighs. He hoists him up and attempts a powerbomb, but Enigma punches him in the head and delivers a hurricanrana. He grabs Aggression’s legs and attempts a pin. 1..2.. Aggression kicks out. Enigma is slow to get up as Aggression pops right back up. Aggression delivers a sharp elbow drop to the back of the neck. Enigma tries to slowly get up again, but Aggression delivers another elbow to the neck. Aggression wipes the blood from his brow and smiles. He looks down to see the resilient Enigma getting back to his feet. He helps Enigma up, drops to a knee, and delivers a vicious uppercut that knocks Enigma right down to the mat. He makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out. Aggression stands. He gives Enigma space to get up. Enigma staggers to his feet, but Aggression runs over him with a spear. Both men crash into the steel cage. Both men fall to the canvas. Enigma gets up as blood pours from his forehead. Aggression gets up as blood trickles down his nose and cheek. They both smile at each other, and then run over each other with a double clothesline. Enigma lands on top of Aggression. 1..2.. Aggression proves why he is the “Icon” by kicking out before three. Enigma stands up and uses the ropes to choke Aggression with his foot. The referee counts to five, but Enigma breaks the choke before he is disqualified. He picks up Aggression and throws him into the corner. He charges and connects with a clothesline. Aggression staggers out. Enigma hoists him onto his shoulders and attempts the Florida Flat-Liner, but Aggression falls behind him and hits a forearm to the back. He turns Enigma around and connects with THE SNAPSHOT!
P. LICKIN: That's why THAT man is champion!
Aggression collapses in exhaustion. He crawls over to Enigma and makes a cover. 1..2.. Enigma gets the shoulder up. Aggression slams the mat in frustration. He walks over to the cage door. He takes a step out and looks back at Enigma. He points at the ring announcer and demands the chair. The announcer brings the chair to Aggression. He slides the chair in the ring. Aggression then reaches underneath the ring apron and pulls out a chain with a lock. He closes the cage door and locks it shut before the referee can stop him. The fans cheer loudly. Aggression sets Enigma up on his knees and smacks him right across the face. Aggression turns around and picks up the chair. He turns around, but Enigma is up and dropkicks the chair into Aggression’s face. The fans erupt in cheers. Enigma rolls over and makes a cover. 1..2.. Aggression kicks out. Enigma stands up and looks down at the chair. Enigma, who has never used a weapon, picks up the chair and prepares to blast Aggression. He stops midway. He looks around to the crowd and drops the chair. Aggression takes advantage of Enigma’s dazed state and picks up the chair. Enigma snaps out of it, turn around, and Aggression blasts Enigma in the head with the chair. Enigma crashes to the mat. Aggression looks at the bent steel chair, smeared with Enigma’s blood. He puts a foot on Enigma and tells the referee to count. 1..2.. Enigma unbelievably kicks out after the chair shot. Aggression picks up the chair and slams Enigma in the back with the chair a few more times, then slings it to the side. He parades around the ring, taunting the fans by pointing at the lifeless Enigma. He turns Enigma over and makes a cover. 1..2..3..NO!! Enigma kicks out once again. Aggression stares down in horror. He makes another cover. 1..2.. Enigma kicks out again. Aggression slaps on a front headlock. The ref checks to see if it is a choke. The ref asks Enigma if he quits, but he says no. Chris is able to get to a vertical base. He punches Aggression in the gut. Aggression tries an overhand right, but Enigma traps his arm and delivers his trademark half nelson suplex. Aggression crashes down on the back of his neck. Enigma makes a quick cover. 1..2..
JOEY STYLES: Every time Johnny gets the upper hand, Enigma is able to turn it back around... WHAT A MATCH!
Johnny kicks out before the three count. Enigma grabs Aggression and tries a clothesline, but Aggression ducks and connects with a back suplex. Aggression picks up Enigma hoists him on his shoulder. He runs and connects with a running powerslam that rocks the cage walls. He makes another cover. 1..2.. Enigma gets the shoulder up again. Johnny Aggression is dominating the match. He picks up Enigma and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Aggression then begins to climb the cage. He gets on top of the cage and signals to the crowd he is on top of the world apparently. All of a sudden, a hand grabs the ankle of Aggression. Enigma climbs up and meets Aggression face to face. Aggression attempts a right hand, but Enigma blocks it and throws Aggression off the top of the cage. Aggression crashes down to the mat with a sickening thud. Enigma drapes to the other side and starts to climb down. He pauses as the fans erupt in a roar. He climbs back up to the top of the cage. He stands up and points down at Aggression and leaps. He crashes down on Aggression with The Sonic Boom from the top of the cage. The crowd goes wild. The referee can’t believe it, the fans can’t believe it. Enigma rolls off holding his chest, coughing up blood. Aggression is unconscious. The fans cheer as Enigma drapes an arm over Aggression. 1...2....3... Enigma rolls over and off Aggression as VWF EMTs come rushing down to attend to both wrestlers. The crowd chants V-W-F! V-W-F! as the cameras go backstage... )-)-)
Dorling is seen in an office, wearing a black suit and a power tie. He is casually talking to a colleague when his face turns to a frown.
‘Er, thanks Tom. I’ll get those figures to you by Tuesday.’
He walks over to the photocopier, and hunches over, showing discomfort on his face and clenching his fists. Voice over man cuts in with his cheesy tones.
‘Do you ever feel so full of shit that it’s hard to go on?’
Dorling walks to his desk and tries to type on his computer, but he can’t make his hands move. He looks at the camera in despair.
‘Have you ever thought that life would be easier if you could just let it out.’
Dorling’s ‘boss’ walks over to his desk.
‘Hello Timothy, have you finished that report yet?’
Dorling starts to sweat, and in a very breathy manner he tries to say something, but nothing happens. His boss looks confused, and Dorling gets up to run. He bursts into the bathroom and kicks a stall open.
‘Do you need ultimate relief?’
The cubicle door closes and Dorling lets out a yelp of pain from within. It immediately cuts to a more cheerful looking office worker, washing his hands and smiling as he leaves the bathroom.
‘Sureflow; because the world doesn’t stop when you can’t go.'
(-(-(
The lights dim in the Arena as rolling thunder can be heard throughout the arena. "Don't Hate Me" by Ner 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. Chris Monsoon, Alex Thunder and Red Tornado all come out behind him, and the foursome stalk down the ramp and roll into the ring as a chorus of boos ring out loudly. They hit the four corners, posing, then hop down as the music subsides...
JOEY STYLES: American Storm is NOT very popular in England, P.
P. LICKIN: That's because they have perfect teeth.
The lights in the arena suddenly go dark as a soft red glow comes over the stage. Suddenly, a loud, blaring siren can be heard coming through the PA system before a huge pyro explosion goes off in the form of a mushroom cloud as the opening chords of "Shame" by Drowning Pool blasts through the speakers. After a few moments a second pyro blast goes off in the shape of a "V" and ushers Typhoon Vance into the arena. He is seen wearing a black hoodie with a red spade adorning the chest and the hood over his head. He takes a few steps down the ramp and pumps his fist down, setting off one last pyro pop and flipping the hood back over his back. He methodically walks to the ring (eyes on his opponent if out second; jawing with fans at ringside if out first). He rolls underneath the bottom rope and gets to his feet before removing the hoodie at angrily throwing it at the referee.
JOEY STYLES: Vance is looking ready, but will his pervious attacks at the hand of The American Storm factor in?
P. LICKIN: I don't know. I'll scroll down ahead of the match and find out.
Crimson and Typhoon lock up. Typhoon shoves Crimson back, throwing him into his corner and flexing. Crimson wipes his chin and stands up. They lock up again. Again, Typhoon overpowers Crimson, shoving him back. Again, Crimson stands up. The go to lock up a third time, but this time Crimson knees him to the midsection and shoots Typhoon to the ropes. Tornado hops on the apron, distracting the ref as Chris Monsoon grabs Typhoon's boot. Typhoon trips, but turns around and yells at Monsoon. Alex Thunder reaches up and throws powder in Typhoon's face! He is blinded as Monsoon now reaches over, and has in his hand a taser gun! He shocks Typhoon, who flops back to the mat. Crimson immediately grabs him by the legs, and rolls him over, locking in The Most Painfull Submission Move Ever! Tornado hops down as the ref comes over, and sees that Typhoon is out like a light. He raises the arm once..... twice..... three times. The ref calls for the bell. Crimson releases the hold as the rest of American Storm roll in the ring, handing Crimson the Eurocontinental Belt. They celebrate as if Crimson has won the Super Bowl, lifting him up on their shoulders as the crowd boos, throwing paper into the ring. They let Crimson get down, as he is tossed a mic...
CRIMSON: First off, before anything, I would like to thank the great country of America for giving me the opportunity to come here, across the oceans, and show you Brits how real wrestling works.
BOO!
CRIMSON: ... Second... you sorry people in this arena can go piss in the river, because even after all the boos, the jeers, the quips and the vulgar signs, I am your NEW Eurocontinental Champion! And even better, I now have taken not only Typhoon's belt, but his name as well (looking down and Vance) you see there? You should have taken our offer. You should have turned tail and joined our cause. You should have done what all these crooked mouthed gits here have done, and that's do what America TELLS you to do.
BOO!
CRIMSON: And last, I would like to DEDICATE this win to the memory of the late Princess Diana. Because, without her sacrifice, seatbelt laws would never have been implemented here in the UK. Thanks Diana. I'm sure you're looking down on me now, and smiling that big, beautiful smile because you now see a WORTHY leader of the European continent. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for seeing once again, that I am an AMERICAN... and I am just plain better than you!
(The crowd boos even louder, as the front row ringside is incensed, attempting to come over to get at Crimson. Crimson and the rest of American Storm roll out of the ring, laughing as VWF Security handle the fans as they retreat to the back...
)-)-)
The tron fades into view of Alexia and Trippy, standing in the back chatting away. Alexia looks displeased about something and then their conversation is heard.
Alexia: “....I wish you would have let me hit him. He didn’t even try to get off of you.”
Trippy: “It was an honest mistake, Lexi, and he really couldn't...he was kinda of ..well...stuck.”
Alexia: “Right, I’m sure Ace wouldn't have looked at it that way. He’s going to be pissed.”
Just then a voice cleared behind the camera.
Voice: “Um...ladies...we’re filming.”
They both looked at the camera and smiled.
Trippy: “Right! Okay, Hi VWFers! I hope you're all having as much fun tonight as we are!”
From backstage the crowd can be heard cheering.
Trippy: “I know I was on the edge of my seat watching the first match of the night!”
Alexia: “Trippy, we aren’t here to talk about what happened in my match! We have an announcement to make!”
The fan reaction quickly changes to some jeers for Alexia.
Trippy: “Oh, alright. I am sure many of you already know that I was forced to leave and miss our match on the last Crucifiction. First I want to apologize to you all for that. You were ready to see a great Twizted Fayte tag match and I let you down. I am sorry to you all, and as I’ve said a bout a hundred times already, I am sorry to Alexia too. I left her hanging at the last moment. I feel you are all owed an explanation. So here it is. My father has had a heart attack. This is his second one in as many years. I got word that night and rushed home. Currently his condition is stable, but grim. We do not know what to expect from it. That is why I had to leave you all two weeks ago. I’m sorry.”
The fans erupted in a volcano of cheers for her and Alexia raised an eyebrow.
Alexia: “I think they forgive you, Tripp.”
The fans cheered louder at this and Trippy smiled.
Trippy: “Thank you everyone, it means a lot to me that you understand. Now for our announcement. Since I have to be able to get home to my father at the drop of a hat should something happen, I can’t be a dependable wrestler. Of course I still want to fulfill my contractual obligation of appearing at the shows. So after sitting down to a lengthy meeting with the Viking King, he has agreed to transfer my contract to a managerial position. I will now be attending shows as Alexia’s manager. This way I can leave at the last moment without worry of forfeiting a match, or letting my tag partner down. My only regret in this, is that I will not be wrestling for the time being.”
This gets series of jeers from the fans. After all, They love Trippy as much as she loves them and they want to see her in the ring.
Alexia: “This means, of course, that Trippy and I, as Twizted Fayte, are no more. And I am without a tag partner.”
Quickly the reaction changes one more at Alexia’s situation.
Alexia: “You know I can hear you all back here right? You’re night is just chalk full of ups and downs isn’t it, you feeble minded fucks? Why don’t you people let us finish before you decide to sheer for something. Because right now you’re making yourselves looks like fools. Yes I am once more without an official tag partner, and you all love that because you hate me about as much as I loath you. But you’re cheering for nothing because I have, in fact, found a suitable replacement. And the next time you see Crucifiction, you’ll see us in action! Don’t count me out of the Tag Team running just yet, I have more than one trick up my sleeve, and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want!”
With her final words the fans start to jeer as the camera fades to black.
Joey Styles: “So Twizted Fayte is no more? That’s disappointing, they were great in the ring together!”
P. Licking: “From what I heard from that lucky bastard Ace Andrews, they’re great in bed together too!”
Joey Styles: “Why would he be with both girls if he and Trippy are engaged?”
P. Lickin: “Because he wanted a threesome and your mom had a three month waiting list.”
Joey Styles: “I hate you so much!”
(-(-(
“Theme of the Exodus” plays over the loudspeaker and the fans immediately begin to boo. Once the opening fanfare stops playing, the King of Awesomeness appears at the top of the entrance way, dressed in his royal attire which consists of his jewel embedded crown, golden scepter, emerald rings on his fingers, and his robe of crimson almost dragging on the floor. He reaches the closest set of stairs and ascends them to enter the ring. Before entering the ring, he wipes his feet and ceremoniously begins to strip off his attire starting with the robe and ending with the crown. TD hands everything to the stagehand at ringside and begins to stretch, waiting for the match to begin.
(Cue up: "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins.)
The crowd cheers loudly
(CUT TO: 'Ego Buster' flashes across the screen in rapid contrasting black and white. CUT TO: Dan Ryan gorrilla presses Kevin Powers from inside the ring to the floor below. CUT TO: The word "YOU" flashes on the screen. CUT TO: Dan Ryan throws 'Living Legend' Mark Windham from the second level of Key Arena down to the first level. CUT TO: the word "ARE". CUT TO: Dan Ryan clotheslines 'Cocky' Craig Miles, nearly taking his head off. CUT TO: the word "BUSTED" CUT TO: rapid shots of Dan Ryan pulverizing opponents with the Humility Bomb, a last ride power bomb landing high angle on the neck.)
(Ryan walks down to ringside as pyro erupts along the ramp beside him. He rolls under the bottom rope and climbs a corner turnbuckle and simply glares through the sunglasses into the crowd.)
Joey Styles: “This is a match between champions, but only Dan Ryan’s Intercontinental championship is on the line here tonight.”
Ryan hands his title over to the ref who displays it for all to see then hands it out of the ring. He calls for the bell, and the two men square off and tie up. Ryan uses his size to gain the advantage and sets up TD for a full nelson suplex. The move connected and Ryan is up right away and delivering a standing somersault leg drop, but this only partly connects with TD’s rib’s as he attempted to roll away. TD reached the ropes, and rise while trying to catch his breath. He was almost up again when Ryan grabbed him from behind and put him another suplex. TD works for a counter and winds up throwing all his weigh to the side, forcing Ryan to go down with him. They both hit the mat, and TD is up first, stomping on Ryan’s head. Ryan works to protect himself, but only barely manages it when he finally decides just to reach out and grab the foot TD is standing on and yank it out from under him. TD goes down, and Ryan quickly maneuvers for a figure four leg-lock. TD screams and tries to fight the hold while desperately looking for a way out.
Joey Styles: “TD Alexander, might be put away before the match even gets started!”
Desperate TD uses his weight to turn over, tossing from side to side, and counter Ryan’s hold, but Ryan’s size compared to TD prevents the counter. Eventually TD gives up and notes how close they are to the ropes. He throws his weight, and reaches for the ropes. The move shifts Ryan enough to give TD the extra inch he needs for a rope break. The Ref calls Ryan off and he’s forced to released the hold. TD rolls away and scrambles to his feet, hitting the partially rising Ryan with an elbow drop. Ryan hits the mat and TD immediately picks him up for a collection of northern light suplexes. Ryan takes a leaf out of TD’s book after the third one and threw himself to the side, bringing TD down with him. In the process of flailing boots and smashing fists, someone’s foot connects with the ref’s head. The ref goes down, both men hit the mat and instantly rolled apart to opposite sides of the ring. Catching their breath Ryan and TD both pull themselves to a standing position with aide of the ropes and look across the ring at each other. And then they saw the ref laying on the mat between them, seemingly not moving. Ryan decides to take advantage of this and turns to get out of the ring, but TD takes off across the ring in seconds, grabbing Ryan by the ankles and dragging him back in. He sits on him and delivers several punches to his head and face. Ryan rolls and tosses TD off of him. He didn’t go very far, and as Ryan once again tries to get out of the ring. TD speared him from behind, and through the ropes to the hard ground below the ring. They proceed to duke it out for a bit turning it into an all out fist on fist, blow by blow, brawl.
Joey Styles: “THese two are really going at it! Look at that hate they have for one another! You can see it in your eyes!”
P. Lickin: “Just like you can see my hate for you in the way I do your mom!”
Joey Styles: “Or my hate for you in the way I plan on running you over tonight after the show!”
They roll around and TD ends up gaining dominance over Ryan, but Ryan succeeds in throwing TD off of him further than before. He scrambles up and looks under the ring. Just as Ryan is pulling out a steel chair, TD gets up and charges, moving to hit Ryan with a double axe handle to the back. Ryan is way ahead of him though and spins around to nail TD square in the side with the edge of the chair. TD drops to the floor holding TD was holding his side in agony and trying to get the air back into his lungs. By this point the ref is slowly getting to his feet with the aide of the ropes and yells down at the fighters to get back into the ring. Ryan picks TD up before he’s ready, and throws him into the steel post before rolling him into the ring. He slides in and hooks the leg for a cover..
1..2..KICKOUT!
Joey Styles: “Thought Ryan had it this time, but he just can’t see to put TD away.”
P. Lickin: “Like when I put away my...”
Joey Styles: “I swear to god, if you finish that sentence you will not live to see the end of this match!”
TD kicks out and Ryan, rolling his eyes, grabs him by the head and drags him up to is feet. Reeling back he slams his fist into TD’s head several times. TD staggers back looking completely out of it.
Joey Styles: “TD Alexander doesn’t know where he is right now!”
Ryan gabs a hold of TD and goes for a DDT, but TD counters by kicking Ryan in the gut and hitting a double under hook DDT. He gets up and quickly pulls Ryan to his feet, throwing him into the ropes, and hitting him with a hip toss on the return. TD roars and drops a fist to Ryan’s face.
Joey Styles: “TD was faking Ryan out all along! He’d hadn’t been dazed out all along!”
TD manages to stand as did Ryan. They exchanged blows until Ryan Ryan throws TD tot he ropes and hits a snap powerbomb. The move connects Ryan isn’t finished though and moves to pick TD up again, but TD elbows him in the gut a few times and forces him to back off. He charges with a spear and takes Ryan down, and then drags him back to his feet. Kneeing him in the gut he bends over and picks Ryan up for a fisherman’s suplex.
Joey Styles: “And TD is going for for the Awesome-plex! One, there’s number two, and the third suplex is right there and TD is going for the cover.”
1..2..KICKOUT!
Joey Styles: “No luck for the King of Awesomeness!”
Ryan launched TD off of him, across the mat and onto his stomach. Before he could try to get up Ryan stood over him and then dropped, directing his knees inward, and slamming them right between TD’s shoulder blades. He gets off TD and backs up, waiting for TD. Using the ropes, he pulls himself up in time to see Ryan charge with a clothesline. Thinking on his feet, TD pulls the top rope down; Ryan sees it a split second too late, unable to stop as he falls over the ropes head first. The momentum of his running sent him further out, and his head it the barricade with a sickening crunch before he crumpled to the floor. TD was back up now, and leaping out of the ring to hit an axe handle to Ryan’s back. He picked up Ryan to spin him around, as he did Ryan dropped for a leg sweep and brought TD down hard, but he had grabbed Ryan and brought him down too. He landed on top of TD and before he could react, TD rolled and sat on Ryan, hitting him with both fists. Ryan’s lip split open but it went unnoticed by both men. Ryan’s leg shot up, and though hindered from being partly sat on, he managed to hit TD in the spine with his knee. In the short time it took him to shake it off, Ryan was working to get hit arms free enough to throw TD off him. It worked and he fell sideways and rolled a few feet, giving Ryan enough time to get up, but TD was getting up too. They ran at each other for a double clothesline, but TD chickened out and ducked, catching Ryan in the stomach. He stopped dead and collapsed with the force of the hit and the fact it had taken all the air out of him TD pulled Ryan up and rolled him into the ring. Sliding in after him he covered her for the pin, placing his feet on the ropes
1...
Joey Styles: “TD busted in his blatent attempt at cheating and the ref is giving him a warning.”
The ref sees the use of ropes and stops the count. TD tries to argue with the ref as Ryan gets up behind him and slams TD to the mat. He was picking TD up agian and over his head, going to throw him down with a nasty German suplex. Ryan once again hovered over him for a cover, as TD struggles to free himself.
Joey Styles: “Ryan taking advantage of TD’s distraction.”
1...2Kickout!
TD’s struggling and kicking forces Ryan’s arm and shoulder up, breaking the count. The arm up TD is able to free himself and he stood quickly as Ryan roars in frustration. He stood to spear TD, but missed TD dodged and Ryan hit the ref instead. The now rising Ryan, and TD all froze in place, taking in what had happened. Neither for more than a few seconds, then there was a scramble and they both were trying to get a weapon first. In the short time it took TD to get out of the ring, get his scepter and get back in, Ryan had already grabbed the chair he’d left on the floor and gotten back in himself. TD charged and smashed the scepter into the side of Ryan’s head before spinning on his heel and delivering a mule kick Ryan’s face. Ryan reels back and kind of hangs on the ropes in attempt to gather his wits about him. TD again swings the scepter at Ryan’s head, but Ryan grabbed his arm and forced the weapon from him, and throwing it aside. Ryan puts TD into a wrist lock and wrenches on him a few times, before pushing him away by kicking him in the lower back. TD stumbles forward, straightens up and turns to face Ryan. The two men got into a shoving match when Ryan manages to hit TD with a DDT. Ryan picks him up and throws him into the ring. TD rolled to the edge of the ring and lay under the bottom rope to catch his breath as Ryan tried rousing the ref. After a few tries he finally succeeded, but when he turned around TD was trying to stand. Ryan kicked him in the head and he dropped so hard that it shook the ring. He picked him up hitting The Humility Bomb! Ryan dropped for a cover and the Ref dragged himself over for a count. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" The bell rings and Ryan’s music hits as the Ref hands his Intercontinental championship back to him. He raises it high in the air before turning to stare across the ring at TD who’s rolled to the ropes and was attempting to stand. Ryan charges across the ring and smashes the belt into TD’s head, sending over the top rope to the floor below.
Joey Styles: “Dan Ryan, still the Intercontinental Champion, beating on his fallen opponent like he’s a tough piece of meat! Leave him alone isn’t his loss enough?”
P. Lickin: “No, it’s really not.”
Ryan raises his title high in the air before leaving the ring and going backstage.
)-)-)
Backstage in the Devan Nox Dressing Room. Devan enters the room, freshly showered, wrapped in a white fluffy bath robe. Her manager Travis is waiting for her. As she enters the dressing room, he stands up and starts clapping.
Devan: Seriously...sit down!
Travis: What, can't I be proud of you! You killed it out there!
Devan: I may have "killed it" but this bullshit is going to end up killing me if I'm not careful!
Travis: It's not that bad Dev's. It could have been a lot worse, right?
Devan: A lot worse? Are you kidding me? Look at this?
Devan pulls open her robe to reveal a grapefruit size bruise forming on her shoulder.
Devan: I have a god damn Vivian Westwood photo shoot next week. I can't show up looking like this? This is bullshit!
Travis: You could say you got beat up by a clown?
Devan: Well, that would be kind of true!
Travis: You could tell the paparazzi you are dating Chris Brown!
Devan: I'm pretty sure that everyone will know how I got it, that's not the point!
Travis: Then what is the point?
Devan: I deserve a little sympathy here?
Travis: For what exactly?
Devan: For being in this ridiculous predicament to begin with? I should be recording my solo album, not wasting my time with Clown Magicians and Wanna Be Wrestling Beauty Queens!
Travis: Well, then you really only have one person to blame for this predicament, don't you?
Devan: You? Or maybe your brother?
Travis: Don't you dare drag Kevin into this?
Devan: Pretty sure if he had kept the needle out of his arm, I wouldn't have a bruise on mine?
Travis: And I'm pretty sure that had you kept your mouth shut, his death would have been a footnote in your Behind the Music, not the main event! Would you care for a stroll down memory lane, sweetheart?
Devan: What I'd care for...is for you to leave!
Travis: And how do you think you're getting back to your hotel?
Devan: I'm pretty sure that my limo, that I paid for with my money, is sitting outside, with a driver in it?
Devan pauses and waits for him to leave the room. He doesn't move.
Devan: Bye-Bye!... Start walking...the door's right there!
Travis walks across the room, grabs his laptop bag and a few other personal items and then heads towards the dressing room door.
Devan: Travis!
Travis stops in the doorway and turns in Devan's direction.
Travis: What?
Devan: You might be my manager, but don't forget who pays you!
Travis turns and searches through one of is bags for an something
Travis: Hey Dev's? Here, catch!
Travis throws her a Snickers bar. She catches it and looks at it with confusion.
Devan: Really! A Snickers bar?
Travis: I figured you needed to eat something...you're acting like a Diva!
Travis exits the room. Devan tosses the candy on a nearby table, runs her hands through her hair, and slumps into a nearby chair.
Devan: Unbelievable!
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"Hero" by Skillet hits, and The Ryan's come out and roll into the ring.
JOEY STYLES: Yet again, Lee and Steve come out for a shot at the World Tag-Team Titles. Will tonight finally be their night, after all these years of attempts?
The lights go dim and the first chords of "Black Thumbnail" play throughout the arena. After a few seconds, Donny Blacklist appears at the top of the ramp and a bright white spotlight follows his as he runs over towards the fans on both sides of the stage. When the crowd is pumped up to his satisfaction, Blacklist walks slowly down to the ring, high-fiving fans as he goes. As Blacklist walks to the ring, Savannah Rayne arrives at the top of the ramp and follows a few paces behind him, posing for the fans every few steps and getting annoyed when they fail to cheer her.
As "Tearing the veil from grace" thumps over the arena speaker system a green light plays across the entrance way. Slightly over a minute of the music has passed without the slightest twitch of the entrance curtain when Vandiel finally appears. He makes his way through the curtain riding on the back of his brainwashed "evil" bear who looks even more disgruntled than usual as Vandiel perches upon his back with the light glittering off his burnished steel face mask. As the bear trudges down the aisle Vandiel shakes his snake-headed oak staff at the nearest members of the crowd, hissing "The power of Umbalorwrryal compels thee!" repeatedly at them like a mantra until they reach the ringside area. Once at the ring Vandiel slips off the back of Jeff (that's the bear.) and secures him to the nearest ring post with a length of chain before sliding under the bottom rope and kneeling in the corner to await the start of the match.
Blacklist and Lee Ryan lock up and vie for dominance briefly before Ryan switches it into a side headlock. He cranks on the head of Blacklist for a few seconds before Blacklist pops him off onto the ropes, as Ryan comes back Blacklist leapfrogs over him and attempts a hiptoss on the return. Ryan blocks the move and answers back with a stiff forearm that floors the Nevada wild child and causes him to back into his corner and offer the tag to Vandiel.
Styles: Lee Ryan setting out something of a statement of intent with that forearm. Looks like he intends to make good on his promise from last Crufiction.
After a brief hesitation and some discussion Vandiel accepts the tag, something he clearly regrets when Lee Ryan mirrors the action in his corner to bring in Steve Ryan.
Steve Ryan stalks straight to the middle of the ring while Vandiel prowls up and down on the apron, clearly in no hurry to enter the fray. He has another brief conference with Blacklist and then tentatively enters the ring.
Styles: And it looks like Vandiel is no hurry to get into it with Steve Ryan despite his strong words in the build up to this match.
P.Lickin: Honestly I don't blame him. Last time I saw something as worrying as Steve Ryan it was falling off the Cloverfield monster and laying waste to New York.
Styles: I--what?
P.Lickin: It's a film. Look it up.
Styles: I know what it is, it just doesn't make any sense.
P.Lickin: Well maybe if you'd paid attention to the viral marketing campaign you'd know more of the backstory.
Styles: Not the film. I meant--you know what? Forget it.
The two men circle on another until Steve Ryan moves forward to try and lock up, at which point Vandiel drops to the canvas and rolls to the outside of the ring.
He paces a little until Steve Ryan exits the ring to go after him, causing Vandiel to flee back into the ring.
As Steve Ryan chases Vandiel back under the bottom rope he is met with a series of boots to the back of the skull from Vandiel.
P.Lickin: It's the old "Chase me, chase me, now let me kick in you head!" trick. A time honoured tradition in wrestling.
Styles: Steve Ryan obviously let his eagerness to get his hands on the tag titles override his caution there.
P.Lickin: That or he's just stupid.
Styles: Would you like to tell him that?
P.Lickin: Tell him what? I never said a word.
Styles: I thought so.
Fairly assured of having the larger man downed Vandiel takes time to play to the crowd about how smart he is. As Ryan tries to get back to his feet Vandiel scores with a series of sharp kicks to the ribs, punctuating the series with a kick to the side of the face that drops Ryan back to his stomach.
Playing once more to the crowd Vandiel grinds his heel into the back of Steve Ryan's skull.
Styles: We're seeing a new side of Vandiel today, and I don't think I'm going to be the only one who doesn't appreciate.
P.Lickin: New side of him? No, I'm pretty sure he's always been a dick.
Brimming with confidence Vandiel draws Ryan to his feet and whips the larger man into the ropes and leap frogs him on the return. While Vandiel taunts the crowd and Lee Ryan he is unaware that Steve Ryan has stopped in his tracks after the leapfrog instead of carrying on towards the ropes once more.
When Vandiel turns around he is met with a vicious right hand that sends him crashing to the mat. Steve Ryan wastes no time in hauling him back to his feet, before sending him crashing down with a big bodyslam.
Lickin: Well, that went well.
Styles: I think Vandiel is going to regret his attitude so far now that Steve Ryan is in control.
Lickin: I think he's going to regret his career decisions now that Steve Ryan is in control.
Steve tags out to his brother Lee and the two of them whip Vandiel into the ropes, catching him with a double hip toss as he comes back towards them.
Lee Ryan follows it up with a running leg drop to the downed Vandiel before going for the cover.
1..kick out by Vandiel.
Ryan goes to haul Vandiel up to inflict more punishment but he is met with a thumb to the eyes for his trouble. Vandiel takes the respite to recover his wits and then chops Ryan hard in the throat before dragging him into his corner to tag in Blacklist.
With both of them in the ring for the first time Blaximilian take full advantage of the referees count by delivering a series of dropkicks to Lee Ryan, driving him back into the turnbuckle with each impact.
P.Lickin: You have to wonder why they do Japanese women's style dropkicks instead of more traditional ones.
Styles: What?
P.Lickin: Speaking of Japanese women, do you still have that crush on Manami Toyota?
Styles: I--have no idea what you're talking about?
P.Lickin: Sure you don't.
As Ryan staggers out of the corner Blacklist hits the ropes and delivers a low dropkick to the knee, sending Ryan tumbling to the canvas and receiving a good reaction from the crowd.
Blacklist takes a second to show his appreciation to the fans, however it costs him as he turns around into big lariat from Lee Ryan.
With both men down Ryan crawls towards his corner, making it just before Blacklist regains his bearings.
Steve Ryan comes storming into the ring and hits Blacklist with a series of hard shoulder blocks, the last of which actually knocks Blacklist through the middle rope and out to the floor.
Styles: And once again playing to the crowd ends up costing the tag champs.
Lickin: At least this time the crowd where happy, and not getting ready to throw stuff at snake boy.
Styles: I doubt that will be much of a comfort to Donny Blacklist.
Lickin: Point.
Steve Ryan follows Blacklist out onto the floor and whips him into the guard rail before stepping back to the ring apron and preparing to charge in.
Before Ryan can complete the intended action Vandiel enters the ring and charges toward him with a baseball dropkick, however Ryan turns in time to catch Vandiel in a wheelbarrow clutch. From that position he hauls Vandiel under the bottom rope and flings him boddily into Blacklist and the guardrail.
Lickin: That seems excessive.
Styles: That could easily be the end of Blaximilian.
Lickin: Can't win the titles by count out though, the Playaz need to get one of the champions back into the ring if they want to win this.
Styles: That's--actually both true and kind of insightful. Who are you and what did you do with the real P?
Steve and Lee both roll Blacklist back into the ring and follow him in. Blacklist fights back valiantly, scoring multiple forearm strikes to the abdomen of his opponents however the numbers game tells on him and he gets planted with a hard double DDT.
Lee Ryan slips into a cover from the the DDT, however the referee declines to count and instead chastises Ryan for being in the ring illegally.
While he is being reprimanded by the referee Lee Ryan's attention is distracted and a some what recovered Vandiel comes hurtling at him from outside the ring and whipes him out with a springboard knee strike.
Lickin: Sweet Jesus, he came at Lee Ryan like an Albanian out of a freight container. Pretty sure Lee's dentist is going to be getting a call this week.
Styles: Albanian out of a freight container?
Lickin: I've been reading the Daily Mail, sorry.
With Lee Ryan out of the equation Blacklist takes advantage of the surprise and hits Steve Ryan with a low dropkick and then drops to all fours, allowing Vandiel to sprint up and execute the Serpent Strike double knee attack from his back. Unfortunately for Vandiel the dropkick wasn't enough to stun Steve fully and instead of hitting a flush pair of knees he is plucked from the air and then powerbombed down onto the back of the still kneeling Blacklist.
With both members of Blaximilian demolished Steve Ryan goes for the cover on Vandiel. 1...2...Kick out!
Steve Ryan looks beside himself as Vandiel rolls his shoulder out at the last possible moment. He stands stock still for a moment before turning his attention to the referee and remonstrating about the count.
With his back turned he fails to see the dropkick coming from Blacklist which staggers him forward and causes him to collide with the referee. He spins back around quickly and swings for Blacklist who ducks, this sends Ryan into the path of Vandiel and a stream of black mist that spits into the challengers face.
With Steve Ryan blinded Vandiel locks him into a tight backslide just in time for the recovery of the referee who gets down to make the pin. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
The scene cuts backstage where Kyle Bacon was waiting with the number one contender for the World Heavyweight championship. Gone was the once-trademark smirk from DiBiase's face, replaced with a warm Duchenne smile.
KYLE BACON: I'm here with Scott DiBiase, who is only moments away from stepping into the ring with Jonny Cedrone in his quest to become the World Heavyweight champion. Scott, this is the moment that the nearly two years of history between you and Jonny Cedrone comes to a head, the most anticipated match since Jonny Cedrone won the World Heavyweight championship from Hall of Famer: Mr. Fantastic. I can tell just by looking at you that you have gone through some dramatic changes over the past few months, but it's obvious to everyone that Jonny Cedrone still harbours suspicions about your sincerity.
SCOTT DiBIASE: I don't blame him for that, Kyle and; if our positions were reverse, I'm sure I would feel the same way. You see, even though I have been questioning my tactics and philosophy these past few months, there's no forgetting that not only did I deceive Jonny by interjecting myself in his matches while wearing a mask, but I also deceived him by feigning sympathy and putting on a show of helping him unmask the Masked Man. There's an old saying which goes along the lines of "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me" and despite his nature to believe everybody is deserving of a second chance, Jonny's not going to let his guard down. He's not going to take the chance that all of the self-doubt and self-reflection I've undertaken has been an act to lure him into a false sense of security to be exploited in order to claim the World Heavyweight championship.
KYLE BACON: And it's not?
Scott's smile widened.
SCOTT DiBIASE: No, Kyle; it's not. Maybe if you had asked me that even six months ago, it might have been a different story, but after all of my visits to Father Charles and; oddly enough, even Jonny's surprise visit to my home in Vancouver earlier this week, I have had a lot of time to think things through and digest all the myriad of emotions I've experienced. It was then that the most unexpected thing happened, Kyle... I let go.
Bacon's brow furrowed in confusion.
KYLE BACON: Let go? Let go of what?
SCOTT DiBIASE: Everything, Kyle. I let go of everything that I had been holding on to, all of the experiences and grudges and I can see everything so clearly now...
KYLE BACON: The rain is gone?
SCOTT DiBIASE: No offense, Kyle; but don't quit your day job, you're not suited for the life of a comedian. Before, I was absolutely convinced that victory by any means possible was the only way to succeed and; yes, that approach has brought me some success in the VWF but it has also cost me respect and marked me as a coward. That's not something I want to live with, Kyle; not when this is the biggest match of my career with the greatest rival I have ever had the privilege of stepping into the ring with. Earlier, Jonny told Joey Styles that he has never had the full satisfaction of gaining retribution against me for injuring Gloria with the Million Dollar Dream; and in light of those comments I would like to impart a little advice on Jonny Cedrone...
The camera focused on a tight shot of Scott.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Don't let those old grudges poison you like they did me. I went for years holding in the hatred of people who had either disrespected me or tried to do everything they could to end my career, and look where it got me. I went into business with Jonas Allen and I thought of nobody but myself when I did all of his dirty work and saw only the World Heavyweight championship as the ultimate prize at the end of that tunnel. But then you brought up that point about karma and how I have had almost a complete lack of success ever since I won the King of the Ring tournament. If I hadn't held in all of that negativity and all of that hatred for all those years, who knows how different the events of the past two years may have unfolded. I understand your desire to right the wrongs inflicted upon those you love, but don't let that desire consume you otherwise you will just be throwing away everything you believe in and stand for and; then, you will cease to be the Jonny Cedrone that each and every one of the fans in attendance pay to see perform in that ring. You would be more than justified to take everything you're feeling over the past two years out on me, in front of the entire world with the World Heavyweight championship hanging in the balance; but I know that, just like me, you want to give everybody who has purchased a ticket or ordered the pay-per-view the battle of skills they paid their hard earned money to see. There will be no duplicity, no biased officiating; just you and me battling one-on-one to see who the better man is and who is most deserving of calling himself the World Heavyweight champion.
KYLE BACON: There's no doubt about it that, after everything he's gone through, Jonny Cedrone is more than deserving of being the World Heavyweight champion.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Indeed he does, he's proven himself to be a great champion and risen to the challenges placed in front of him; but as much as I respect his abilities and accomplishments, this is the moment I have been working towards and there is much more at stake in this match for me than just winning the World Heavyweight championship, it's about self-respect and proving myself to all of the doubters. I will prove them wrong, Kyle.
Bacon watched Scott walk off camera and turned back to face the camera.
KYLE BACON: It's almost time for our Main Event! Back to you, Joey!
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The lights go out and are replaced red and white spotlights as "I Am Perfection" by Cage9 hits the sound system. The fans erupt into a frenzy of boos and jeers while Dash St. John steps onto the stage and gestures for everyone in attendance to welcome his client, Scott DiBiase, who walks out onto the stage illuminated by a red maple leaf-shaped spotlight. With a cocky smile and disdain in his eyes, Scott is flanked by Dash St. John as he slowly walks down the aisle, letting the fans at ringside know exactly how he feels about them.
Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by Dash St. John... hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... He is the 2010 King of the Ring, Scott DiBiase!
Scott climbs up the ring steps and steps through the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera and looked out into the crowd with a smirk on his face. Dash gestures up at Scott while the fans shower him with a chorus of boos and "ASS-HOLE!" chants but Scott simply laughs and shakes his head as he jumps down from the turnbuckle and leans back in his corner. As the chants dim, a smattering of cheering can be heard in the crowd.
JOEY STYLES: Did hear a few cheers mixed in with those boos, P?
P. LICKIN: Yeah... I heard it too...
JOEY STYLES: It appears that DiBiase might have a few fans here in England.
P. LICKIN: I just assumed they had seen my highlight reel, hence the cheering.
"Broken, Beaten and Scarred" by Metallica hits, and the crowd comes to their feet as Jonny Cedrone comes to the top of the ramp...
Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... he is your VWF WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION... Jonny Cedrone!
Cedrone hands over the World Belt to the ref as the crowd is on their feet. DiBiase and Cedrone face off in the middle of the ring. The bell rings as they begin to circle each other, and finally lock up. They push back and forth, with neither getting the upper hand. They break it off, looking each other up and down, then come back in and lock up again. This time, DiBiase knees Cedrone to the midsection and shoots him into the corner. DiBiase comes running to splash him from behind, but Cedrone moves out of the way in time. DiBiase hits the corner, stumbles out and is greeted by several punches - the 4th sends him to the mat. DiBiase recovers, gets up, and is greeted with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope. Cedrone climbs out to follow him. He picks DiBiase up and throws him onto a few empty chairs. He asks the fans to get up and then whips DiBiase across the seats. Cedrone grabs DiBiase by the hair and bringing him back to the ring. DiBiase gives him a punch to the gut, Cedrone responds with a forearm to his back and then sends him surfing through another section of seats. He picks DiBiase up and whips him into the plastic barricade. Cedrone whips DiBiase into the metal rail and then takes a drink from a near by fan and throws it at DiBiase, drenching him, he then pulls him to his feet and they head back towards the ring. DiBiase manages a few punches at his chest, but Cedrone hammers him around the back of the head before throwing him into the metal steps.
JOEY STYLES: Come on, get back in the ring!!
P. LICKIN: But you can hurt your opponent better on the outside Styles!!
Grabbing DiBiase by the hair, Cedrone throws him back in the ring and quickly locks in a rear chin lock.
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone trying to take the air out of the challenger here...
The referee checks on DiBiase, but he refuses to quit, instead he reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope. The official forces Cedrone to break the hold. Cedrone picks DiBiase up and shoots him into the ropes, following with a running knee to the midsection. Cedrone tries to shoot DiBiase again, but DiBiase counters and shoots Cedrone into the ropes instead. DiBiase follows with a big clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the outside. DiBiase and Cedrone both get to their feet, and exchange blows. DiBiase kicks Cedrone to the midsection and hits a DDT, then grabs a chair. DiBiase tosses the chair in the ring, then rolls Cedrone in the ring right after it. DiBiase picks Cedrone up and hits a scoop slam on Cedrone onto the chair, then goes to the ropes. DiBiase hits a running elbow drop to the back of Cedrone’s neck. DiBiase picks Cedrone up. DiBiase chops Cedrone to the chest and shoots him into the turnbuckle. DiBiase chops Cedrone in the chest again, and the crowd gives a "Woo!" DiBiase chops Cedrone a third time, getting another "Woo!" from the crowd. Cedrone hits a big forearm to DiBiase's head and tosses him in the turnbuckle. Cedrone hits an overhand chop to DiBiase's chest, getting a "Woo!" of his own.
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone taking it right back to the challenger...
Cedrone grabs DiBiase and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to DiBiase's back. Cedrone takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. DiBiase gets to his feet, holding his back. Cedrone jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a missile drop kick to DiBiase's back, knocking him face-first into the mat. Cedrone goes to work stomping on DiBiase's back. Cedrone rolls DiBiase over and drops his elbow down on the small of DiBiase’s back. Picking his opponent up Cedrone shoots DiBiase into the turnbuckle and hits a running splash. Cedrone grabs DiBiase and locks in a headlock. Cedrone goes for a bulldog, but DiBiase hooks the leg and counters with a backdrop suplex. DiBiase and Cedrone both get up a little slow, and Cedrone comes at DiBiase. DiBiase hits an arm-drag takedown, then wrenches the arm, cinching in a Fujiwara arm bar. DiBiase leans back wrenching Cedrone’s further. The official checks on Cedrone, but he refuses to surrender.
JOEY STYLES: It’s clear that neither man wants to lose this match.
P. LICKIN: That may be the dumbest thing that I’ve ever heard you say. Does ANYONE ever WANT to lose? Did your retarded kid sister write your lines tonight or what?
Realising that his opponent isn’t ready to quit, DiBiase yanks Cedrone to his feet by his arm, and hits a roundhouse kick to Cedrone's head. DiBiase hits an elbow drop to Cedrone’s shoulder. DiBiase picks Cedrone up and shoots him into the ropes. DiBiase hits a back-body drop, and then goes to the turnbuckle. DiBiase ascends the turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild. Cedrone gets to his feet. DiBiase goes for a moonsault, but Cedrone is able to jump up, hitting a dropkick to DiBiase’s back. Both men are down, one holding his shoulder, the other his back.
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone might have broken DiBiase’s back with that dropkick!!
Cedrone stirs first, and picks up DiBiase. DiBiase breaks the hold, kicks Cedrone to the midsection, and hits DiBiaseFEST on Cedrone! The crowd goes crazy as DiBiase signals for the end. Locking his opponents arm between his legs, DiBiase wrenches back on Cedrone’s head in an STF,
JOEY STYLES: This could be the end for Cedrone!!
P. LICKIN: Almost two years in the making, and this is how it might end?
Crying out in defiance Cedrone stretches out and manages to grab hold of the bottom rope.
P. LICKIN: I spoke too soon.
Releasing the hold, DiBiase picks Cedrone up and shoots him into the turnbuckle, DiBiase hits a back elbow smash to Cedrone, but Cedrone is able to low blow DiBiase. There are a couple audible boos in the crowd. Both men go down to their knees. DiBiase and Cedrone both slowly get to their feet, and exchange blows. DiBiase blocks a punch, and kicks Cedrone to the midsection. DiBiase grabs Cedrone and hits a vicious DDT. Again DiBiase goes to the top rope and leaps of going for a senton bomb. Cedrone rolls out of the way as DiBiase lands hard on his back. Cedrone laughs and begins to stop on DiBiases injured back before picking him up and shooting DiBiase into the ropes, hitting a clothesline on the rebound. Slowly, DiBiase gets to his feet, but Cedrone takes a running leap and drives a forearm into the lower back of his opponent.
JOEY STYLES: DiBiase’s back has got to be killing him.
P. LICKIN: I haven't seen a back take a beating like this since the 1957 Euro Pacific Adult Gymnastic Dancing Bowl.
JOEY STYLES: What?
P. LICKIN: Uh... look a headlock!
Cedrone picks DiBiase up and after a few more shot to his back, he throws him towards the ropes. Cedrone goes for a back body drop but DiBiase flips over the top, picks Cedrone up and goes for a running power slam. At the last moment, Cedrone slides off DiBiase’s back, grabs hold of his head and hits a falling neckbreaker.
JOEY STYLES: Wow what a reversal!
DiBiase stretches out and hooks a foot over the bottom rope but before the official can break the hold, Cedrone drags DiBiase into the center of the ring. Stepping over his opponent, Cedrone sits down turning the hold into a Dragon Clutch. DiBiase howls out in agony.
JOEY STYLES: This could be the end.
P. LICKIN: It is. Don't you read the name of the shows?
The referee checks on DiBiase, he refuses to quit. Smelling blood, Cedrone wrenches back contorting his opponents back even more out of shape.
JOEY STYLES: Come on ref, that’s now more of a choke hold then a submission attempt.
DiBiase is fading fast, but he struggles, and is able to get a book on the bottom rope. The ref makes Cedrone break the hold. DiBiase chokes and holds his neck, gasping for air as Cedrone and the ref argue. Cedrone comes back over and starts to lay in the boots on DiBiase. Cedrone picks DiBiase up and hits some punches as he puts him in the corner. Cedrone hits a chop to the chest, drawing a "Woo!" from the crowd. Cedrone shoots DiBiase to the opposite turnbuckle, then charges in. DiBiase gets a boot up, catching Cedrone in the head. Cedrone staggers back, and DiBiase comes out and hits a bulldog. DiBiase picks Cedrone up, but Cedrone sweeps out DiBiase's legs and hits a legdrop. Cedrone covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout.
JOEY STYLES: So close!
Cedrone drops an elbow to his throat and than a leg drop. Cedrone picks DiBiase up and he hits a snap suplex. Cedrone goes for the cover. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. DiBiase kicks out before the count of three. Cedrone looks at the ref as he picks him back up from the mat. He locks in a headlock. DiBiase shoves Cedrone off into the ropes. Cedrone comes off, and DiBiase ducks a clothesline and hits a fallaway neckbreaker. DiBiase covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. DiBiase picks himself up as Cedrone rolls over. DiBiase is up, and picks Cedrone up by the head. DiBiase hits a snapmare, then goes to the ropes and hits a running knee to the face. DiBiase covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. DiBiase covers again. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. DiBiase, frustrated, picks up Cedrone and shoots him to the ropes. DiBiase hits a back body drop, but Cedrone hits the ref on the way down and knocks him out of the ring. DiBiase sees this, and grabs the chair that the ref kicked to the corner from earlier. He picks it up, and stalks Cedrone as he rolls over, holding his head on the mat. The front few rows begin to chant as DiBiase lifts the chair "YOU'RE A CHEATER! *clap clap, clap clap clap* YOU'RE A CHEATER! *clap clap, clap clap clap*" DiBiase slowly lowers the chair, cursing. He tosses it away as he grabs Cedrone by the head. Cedrone grabs DiBiase and hits a jawbreaker. Both men are down now as the ref pulls himself back in the ring. He sees the two men down and begins to count 1.....2.....3.....4.....5.....6.....7.....8... Cedrone pulls himself up. DiBiase puts a hand on the ropes as Cedrone grabs him from behind. Cedrone puts a few rights into DiBiase, then shoots him to the ropes. Cedrone hits a back elbow, staggering him back. Cedrone shoots DiBiase into the corner, but DiBiase counters and shoots Cedrone instead. DiBiase runs up and hits a running knee to the face. DiBiase lifts Cedrone up and sets him up top, then catches his breath and climbs up as well. DiBiase hits a few forearms, then sets up Cedrone on top.
JOEY STYLES: Looks like we might get a superplex attempt here, P.
DiBiase pushes Cedrone down, then hits the Pepsi Plunge! The crowd screams "V-W-F! V-W-F!" as the two lay in the ring. DiBiase drapes an arm over Cedrone as the ref counts 1....2..... KICKOUT!
P. LICKIN: NO!
Nobody can believe it, especially DiBiase. DiBiase sits there for a moment, shock on his face. Finally, he rolls to a knee and stands up. Cedrone stirs, and DiBiase picks Cedrone up. DiBiase goes for a big right, but Cedrone blocks it, kicks DiBiase to the midsection and hits the Cash Out! Cedrone covers. The ref counts 1...2... KICKOUT! DiBiase kicks out of the Cash Out! This time, Cedrone is shocked, but he is able to get to his feet. DiBiase slowly rolls over, dazed, and pulls himself to his feet. This time, Cedrone kicks him to the midsection again, and hits the Cash Out! Both men are down again, and Cedrone puts an arm over DiBiase. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!"
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone retains! Cedrone retains!
The ref brings the belt over, but DiBiase and Cedrone are both sitting on the mat with their backs to each other. DiBiase yanks the belt away from the ref. Cedrone and DiBiase are up, both dripping in sweat. DiBiase has a busted eyebrow as he and Cedrone stare at each other. Suddenly, DiBiase holds the belt out to Cedrone. Cedrone takes the belt, and DiBiase reaches out a hand. Cedrone takes it, and they shake hands as the crowd cheers loudly. The roof is coming off, until suddenly loud boos replace the cheers. Cedrone and DiBiase look up the ramp, and see Dan Ryan there with the Intercontinental Belt on his shoulder. He has a big grin on his face as he slowly claps the two standing in the ring as the show ends... )-)-)
