Monday, July 19, 2010
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Crucifiction begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 27500 person arena.
[CAPTION: "Earlier Today"]
VWF World Heavyweight champion Jonny Cedrone and Scooby Dum sit in the top row of an auditorium in the VWF Arena, while a white wall with faint height measurement lines has been set up on the dais at the front of the room. Cedrone looks over at Scooby, who pulls a walkie-talkie to his mouth.
SCOOBY DUM: Come on down.
The door to Stage Left opens and, accompanied by security guards, enters Scott DiBiase, Malk, Joey Styles and, inexplicably, Santino Marella. While Santino smiles and waves at random (albeit non-existent) spectators in the auditorium, Joey Styles glares up at Scooby and Cedrone.
JOEY STYLES: Seriously?!
One of the security guards takes a position directly in front of the dais and clears his throat.
GUARD: Suspect Number One! Step forward, please.
Appearing bored, Scott DiBiase steps forward.
SCOTT DiBIASE: This is really all a waste of my time, I've got a match to prepare for.
The guard pulls a generic black mask from his bag and Cedrone leans forward with interest.
GUARD: Put on the mask, sir.
The guard hands DiBiase the mask and, exhaling a deep breath, Scott pulls the mask over his head and turns his head so his left and right profiles can be seen.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Happy?
Scott tears the mask off his head and tosses it back into the guard's hand and steps back in line.
GUARD: Suspect Number Two! Step forward.
Dressed in a t-shirt, blue jeans and wearing a baseball hat, Malk steps forward.
MALK: I think you've got the wrong guy.
GUARD: Please put on the mask, sir.
Malk takes off his baseball hat and puts on the mask, mirroring DiBiase's exaggerated movements to highlight his profiles before returning the mask to the guard. Meanwhile, Cedrone scrutinizes both Malk and DiBiase.
GUARD: Suspect Number Three! Please step forward. v JOEY STYLES: Are you insane?!
GUARD: Step forward, sir! Now!
Throwing his arms up in exasperation, Joey Styles steps forward and takes the mask from the guard. Without even removing his glasses, he puts the mask over his head and rapidly turns his head from side to side before ripping it off.
JOEY STYLES: This is absolutely ridiculous! How the hell could you even think I am the masked man when I've been at ringside every single time he's shown up?
GUARD: That's enough, sir!
JOEY STYLE: Seriously? Are you really as dumb as you look?
GUARD: Step back, sir, or I will tase you!
The guard pulled a taser from his belt and displayed the crackling energy to emphasize his point. Without any further comment, Joey stepped back into line.
GUARD: Suspect Number Four! Step forward.
Santino Marella, the only one of the four in full wrestling gear, continued to wave randomly as he stepped forward, at which point he brought attention to his unibrow.
SANTINO MARELLA: What do you think of my Manscaping?
With a shake of his head, the guard handed Santino the mask, who shrugged and put it on.
SANTINO MARELLA: Oh, look at me! I'm Rey Maskrio! I wear a mask because I am either incredibly ugly... incredibly stupid, or... I'm The Batman!
Santino paraded around the dais performing Batman mannerisms while the guard tried to persuade him to return the mask. Cedrone, however, looked over at Scooby Dum and shook his head.
JONNY CEDRONE: I don't know. I don't feel any closer to gettin' any answers as the Masked Man could really be any of those guys.
Joey Styles had had enough and had stormed to the front of the dais and started to rant while Santino, having had enough of Joey's complaining, made exaggerated chops to the inside of his right elbow before twisting his wrist forward.
SANTINO MARELLA: COBRA!
Styles stopped ranting just long enough to turn and look in Santino's direction, only for Santino to thrust his right hand into Styles' throat. As Styles lay on the dais in a crumpled heap, Santino assumed his smile and once again began waving at all of the random, non-existent spectators. The cameras return to backstage, where JP McManus is standing...
JP McManus is pacing against the VWF backdrop. As per usual for a guy with his bitter personality, he has an unimpressed scowl spread across his face. Whilst seemingly collecting his throughts, he steps backwards and forwards for merely a few moments before turning his attention to the viewer.
JP McManus: Listen, I've been told to come out and tell everyone why I'm going to walk away from Full House the number one contender to the Intercontinental title but why the fuck should I bother?
He chuckles slightly and shakes his dismissively before continuing.
JP McManus: At the end of the day I'm going to leave the statement I want to make to when I step between the ropes. Josh Finlay is going to get his head rammed into the mat so hard he won't even be able to watch me become the number one contender later in the night. If anybody's got a problem with what I say I'm going to do to Finlay then I suggest you look away during our match because he will be the victim of a serious assault. And if I get a title shot after a few matches on Full House then so be it, but let me make one thing perfectly clear.
With a grasp of the camera, his hatred filled eyes become the focal point of the screen.
JP McManus: The luck of the Irish has run out. It's now the era for the fight of the Scottish.
He shoves the cameraman away and walks off set, leaving the audience to simply gaze up at the VWF Crucifiction logo.
JOEY STYLES: Welcome to VWF Crucifiction Ladies and Gentlemen. I am Joey Styles, and I am joined with P. Lickin. P, last week I thought you said that Finlay and McManus were BOTH Scottish?
P. LICKIN: They all look the same to me. Friggin leprechaun humpers.
JOEY STYLES: Wait... what?
P. LICKIN: If they mess with me, I'll throw potatoes at all of em, with their slanted eyes....
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Darkness overtakes the Arena as a Dark Red light begins to slowly sweep the arena. Dream Theatre – In the Presence of Enemies begins to play in the background as the fans grow quite as they earn to know who this wrestler is. A red mist begins to creep through the arena as a big boom comes from the entrance ramp. The Viking Screen lights up with the words Sono Kurai Shukuu written upon them. Sono Kurai Shukuu beings to fade as it changed to The Dark Master. Another big boom and the Viking Screen show a Forrest as it begins to move through it. Torches light the path as a Grave stone appears. The Viking Screen looks closer at the grave stone. R.I.P Here lays Lost Soul a man who became The Dark Master. A cloaked figure appears on the stage as another big boom and fire lights up the ramp. The Figure makes its way down the ramp as an evil laughter erupts from the figure and stops in its tracks. The figure looks around and removes the hood of his cloak as the light shines down on him reviling his face as “The Dark Master” Lost Soul. Soul looks at the ring the ring and smirks as he begins to walk towards it. He climb up the turnbuckle and peers over the crowd as he gets into the ring. Soul walks to the center of the ring and begins to laugh evilly as Fire engulfs the ring. The lights fade back on as Soul is seen standing in the ring staring at Phoenix across the ring...
JOEY STYLES: And this is our opening contest.
P. LICKIN: Really? Geez Joey I never would of guessed. I'm soooo glad you're here to tell us all this pertinent information. However could we live without you telling us this?
JOEY STYLES: What is the matter with you?
P. LICKIN: Nothing. I don't want to talk about it.
JOEY STYLES: P......
P. LICKIN: Listen, it happens to every man right? I mean I'm not the only one right? Everybody has off nights!
JOEY STYLES: ….. I..... Let's get back to the match.
P. LICKIN: Just what the hell is Phoenix doing?
JOEY STYLES: It looks like he's reading the bible.
Phoenix flips through a few pages from his trusty Bible, then sneaks a few looks at Lost Soul standing across the ring. Sweat forms little beads on Phoenix' brow as he seems to be unable to find the passage he is looking for. Finally Phoenix finds what he is looking for. He reaches into a bag that has magically appeared at ringside and pulls out a vial. He walks over to Lost Soul and holds up a vial of water. Holding the water in one hand and the Bible in the other, Phoenix begins to read as he sprinkles water in Lost Souls direction.
P. LICKING: WHAT IS HE DOING?
JOEY STYLES: I think he's performing an Exorcism.
P. LICKIN: ….. Does Lost Soul look like Linda Blair?
JOEY STYLES: No.
P. LICKIN: Thank god, I don't need glasses.
Lost Soul just stares at Phoenix in disbelief. Finally after a few seconds he has enough and goes to town on Phoenix. Lost Soul shows the VWF and the world what he is capable of as he unleashes lefts and rights, staggering Phoenix all over. Lost Soul finally picks up the limp Phoenix and hits the Dragon Stunner. Lost Soul covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
Backstage Kyle Bacon is seen with Johnny Aggression. Johnny is holding that rulebook in his hands.
Kyle Bacon: Johnny you played by the rules for a change. You looked up the United States Championship qualifications and it is determined that Jose Ramon should not be the United States champion. Has The Viking King or Jose Ramon said anything to you.
Johnny Aggression: It doesn't matter Kyle. I will get my demands Kyle. All I asked for was Jose to be stripped of that title until Bloodlust to determine who the real champion is in that triple threat match. I already got a team of lawyers ready for this if Viking doesn't agree to my demands. Jose does not understand that you don't mess with "The Icon" and not expect something like this to happen......
Jose Ramon then shows up with the United States title on his shoulder and pissed off after listening to Johnny.
Jose Ramon: Your still bitter about me smashing your face in with your former championship belt, and I don't care about Viking's decision, but either way. I will be walking out of Bloodlust with this title still in my hands. There is nothing that you or Dave Payne can do about it.
Dave Payne then shows up looking pissed off at both Johnny and Jose.
Dave Payne: Last week I threw you off the stage into the Electrical boxes and I will do the same this week. This will not compare to what will happen at bloodlust.
Jose Ramon: Don't worry about Bloodlust... worry about... tonight.
(Ramon walks off as Payne and Aggression look on, then both glare at each other as the camera returns to the ring...)
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All four rangers stand in the ring, facing each other off as the bell rings. The all come into the center of the ring, not really wanting to fight each other. Suddenly... the arena shakes...
P. LICKIN: What the hell?
JOEY STYLES: Oh my GOD!
A small hole bursts through the ceiling, as Lord Zedd comes down, landing ringside. He hops into the ring, laughing evily...
LORD ZEDD: Teenagers with attitude? I think not. I think you're going to look good stuffed on my wall!
With that Powerful Purple does a cartwheel and stops in front of Zedd, then does some hand motions and gives him the finger. Lord Zedd takes his staff and hits Purple in the head, decapitating him. Rather than a large mess, Purple combusts on the spot, disappearing into the air. The other Rangers yell out, then do hand motions of their own. Zedd points his staff, shooting at them, but they continue to do cartwheels, flips and backflips. Red and Blue hold hands, and Pretty Pink runs, and they launch him high into the air. Pink comes down shooting from his Power Bow at Zedd. Zedd is hit a few times, staggering back. He shakes his head, growling at the Rangers. He jumps up sailing through the hole in the ceiling. Zedd flies into the parking lot, and immediately grows big. The three remaining rangers Rangers call on their Zords, who come out of the sky and land, surrounding Zedd. Lord Zedd sees he is outnumbered, picks up a car and tosses it at the nearest Zord, then disappears in a puff of smoke. The Rangers with the most surviving Rangers win. )-)-)
Vs.
"Rassling Rangers" - Powerful Purple Ranger and Bitchy Blue Ranger
P. LICKIN: .... what the... what the fuck just happened?
JOEY STYLES: Was... was that my car?
P. LICKIN: It wasn't going to get you laid anyway.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
Joey Styles: I’m getting word that Kyle Bacon has one of the participants in the upcoming Tournament to be held at Full House, so let’s hand things over to him.
The Vikingtron flares to life to show Kyle Bacon standing next to the former Pan-pacific Champion Malk.
Kyle: Hello everyone, as you can see I have standing beside me The Face of Madness Malk. So Malk at this upcoming Full house you have been entered in the intercontinental title tournament and your first opponent is newcomer Herbal Green Ranger of the Wresslin Rangers so any thoughts?
Malk: The Wresslin Rangers? OK Kyle seriously, what is up with The Viking King lately?
Kyle: What do you mean?
Malk: Well first he pits me against Malik to enter the tournament and now he has me facing not one but two Rangers? I mean he might as well just go ahead and hand me the belt right here and now.
Kyle: You do realize that even if you get past Herbal Green you might not face Lightning Yellow or Black Black?
Malk: If Kyle? I want you to step back and take a look at me…
Kyle does as he is told, clearly not wanting to upset the volatile person standing before him.
Malk: …I stand at 6’8 and weigh in at 279lbs, now what do you think some 100lbs blowhard is going to do to me?
Kyle: But as I was saying getting past Herbal Green isn’t going to guarantee that you’ll end up the winner, I mean there’s still JP McManus and “The Luck” Josh Finlay to contend with, as well as the fact that the other rangers might not get past Tyler Graves or Typhoon Vance.
Malk: Look Kyle let me make one thing perfectly clear, it doesn’t matter who I have to take out, when it all comes down to it the only one going to be named Intercontinental Champion is me, plain and simple.
He gives Kyle one last look over before walking away, leaving him to breath a sigh of relief as the Vikingtron goes dead.
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JOEY STYLES: This looks to be a great match
P. LICKIN: What? It is? What makes you think that?
JOEY STYLES: Two guys that could very well be the future of the company in the coming months fighting it out to prove their worth. What's not to love about these kinds of matches?
P. LICKIN: That neither of them have real nice big knockers?
JOEY STYLES:....
P. LICKIN: Like your Moms.
JOEY STYLES: …... I hate you.
P. LICKIN: I know.
Before the match can begin the Referee checks both participants for any illegal weapons. He finds a pair of Brass Knuckles in Ellingsworths boot.
MARK ELLINGSWORTH: How did that get there?
P. LICKIN: GOOD FUCKING QUESTION! CALL ELLIOT NESS!
The Ref warns Ellingsworth before turning his attention to Leon Hayze. The Ref doesn't find any weapons upon the person of Leon “Purple” Hayze, however he does find... 1. Bong, 2. Joints, 3. Roach Clips and various other items of drug paraphernalia.
Leon Hayze just shrugs his shoulders.
P. LICKIN: Hey, the Ref should drop that stuff off over here. That way I can test to make sure it's the legit shit.
JOEY STYLES: …....
Leon Hayze and Mark Ellinsworth both meet in the center of the ring. The fight it out for a good little match. Ellingsworth pulling out all the technical moves in his repertoire. Leon Hayze pulls out enough moves to hang with Ellingsworth. This match is getting the crowd on their feet and fired up. Ellingsworth gains the upper hand after a bit of fortuitous cheating. As he pushes Leon away from him he pulls the Ref in close.
JOEY STYLES: What's he doing?
P. LICKIN: He's claiming that he's getting a contact high from Leons hair!?!?
JOEY STYLES: What's this?
The Ref whispers to a ringside attendant at ringside. The Attendant returns a few moments latter with a hair net. The Ref forces Hayze to put on the hairnet.
P. LICKIN: …...
JOEY STYLES: …..
As Hayze and the fans are awestruck at this bit of jackassery from Ellingsworth, Mark sneaks up behind Hayze and rolls him up with a HUGE handfull of tights.
ONE! TWO! THRe.......
JOEY STYLES: KICKOUT!
Leon Hayze grabs Ellingsworth and goes on a wild offensive.
P. LICKIN: CONTROLLED FRENZY FROM LEON HAYZE!
JOEY STYLES: …. I hate you....
P. LICKIN: Vintage Joey Styels.
JOEY STYLES: Die.
Leon Hayze is doing a bunch of high impact high flying moves. Mark Ellinsworth is down. Hayze goes to the top and hits his Hayze and Confused Shooting Star.
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
The camera cuts backstage with Kyle Bacon and the Masked Man, who continually shifts his gaze to keep an eye on his surroundings.
KYLE BACON: Thank you Joey, as you can see I'm here with the masked man who has been running rampant on the VWF for the better part of a year, as the Viking King made crystal clear he has put out numerous superstars and even our former President, Jonas Allen. Sir.... what has "The King of Sexy" Jonny Cedrone ever done to you to become the victim of these attacks?
THE MASKED MAN: Jonny Cedrone has in his possession something I want.
KYLE BACON: The World Heavyweight championship.
THE MASKED MAN: How astute.
KYLE BACON: But Jonny Cedrone wasn't the World champion when you started attacking him, Mr. Fantastic was. In fact, you seemed perfectly content to work with Mr. Fantastic to help him keep his hold upon the title.
THE MASKED MAN: Me help Fantastic? What a joke! Fantastic was nothing more than a wannabe movie star, who was only able to keep his hold on the World championship for a year because he had his woman exploiting all of the technicalities she could in order to keep that belt on him. It was obvious to anybody watching the VWF programming that Jonny Cedrone would be the one relieve him of the belt, so what better way to make an impact than to focus on the REAL superstar?
KYLE BACON: But that still doesn't explain the attacks against Dr. Feelgood and Dr. Jekyl...
THE MASKED MAN: They got in my way, little man, that's all you need to know.
KYLE BACON: There was also the incident with Jonas Allen at The End...
THE MASKED MAN: Jonas Allen? Jonas Allen is a weak fool who didn't have the stomach to follow his plan through to the bitter end. He started this whole plan and when things started getting just a little too intense for his liking, he thought he could just disavow himself of all involvement and expose me to the world.
The Masked Man shook his head.
THE MASKED MAN: He learned you don't double cross me and now The Viking King's bluster has forced his hand into placing me in the World title match at Bloodlust where I will not only take MY World Heavyweight championship belt from the waist of Jonny Cedrone, but I just might collect on the bounty The Viking King has put on my mask. What sweet, delicious irony that would be for The Viking King to have to pay out the one million dollars to the man he has placed the bounty on.
KYLE BACON: Right. Well, before you can even get to Bloodlust, you've got a tag team match tonight against the World Heavyweight champion and his partner Kamikaze, with "The Goddess" Alexia assigned as your partner.
THE MASKED MAN: I couldn't ask for a better partner than Sexy Lexi, could I?
KYLE BACON: She's not all that thrilled with having you for a partner, though.
THE MASKED MAN: I kind of gathered that, little man. She thinks I'm a coward for wearing a mask and an idiot on top of that? Let me ask you this: she thinks I am in league with The Viking King, who isn't exactly happy with the results of my actions, so WHO is the real idiot? An idiot couldn't manipulate The Viking King so easily and secure a spot in the main event at Bloodlust, an idiot wouldn't have accomplished all that I have without being exposed and an idiot wouldn't go into such a high profile match without covering all of his bases. So if there is one message I would suggest Sexy Lexi heed above all else, that would be to NEVER turn her back on a snake. Trust me.
The Masked Man seemed to literally slither off camera, leaving behind a speechless and severely creeped out Kyle Bacon.
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P. LICKIN: Nobody does it better.
JOEY STYLES: What does he do better?
P. LICKIN: No. Not the wrestler.
JOEY STYLES: Why does this feel familiar?
P. LICKIN: Because it's too cliché.
Rellim, Connors and Nobody are in the ring. They are all three facing each other. Nobody wants to make the fir... er... None of the three wants to make the first move. Finally Connors jumps Nobody and takes Nobody down to the ground. Connors is laying into Nobody. Rellim rushes in and pulls Connors off Nobody. Rellim and Connors get in each others face. Nobody is laying on the ground catching his breath. Rellim and Connors start throwing punches at each other. Rellim goes to hit Zach with a huge right hand, but Connors ducks and Rellim hits nobody. Rellim stumbles from the miss and Nobody grabs him and hits a huge German Suplex. The ref begins to count, but Zach Connors kicks Nobody in the head then throws Nobody out of the ring. With Nobody out of the way, Connors turns his attention to Rellim. He low blows him hits a Case Closed and goes for a pin. Nobody is laying outside the ring, nobody breaks up the pin
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
Somewhere in the arena we see Rico standing around with some sort of crew. The crew is dressed in overalls. Rico enters with a disgusted look at all of them for it.
Rico: I didn’t bold the word “casual” in casual attire you know. How is this acceptable in society? Anyways, it’s time for a roll call. Prepare to kiss ass. Now when I say your dull name, please stand up briefly, but then quickly, drop to your knees and ask for stylized forgiveness from me.
“Here’s a dull name, Adan Jagslang.”
Adan: “Right here.”
Rico: …..
Adan: …..
Rico: Well did someone leave the windows open because I think I heard the wind. Drop to your knees and do it right!
Adan: Umm…ok so why exactly am I doing that again?
Rico: Sigh…hang on….
Rico walks off, wipes a few tears from his eyes and walks back.”
Rico: Alright fine…fudge it. Fudge it all.
Adan: You mean fuck it all…
Rico: No I mean fudge, these are fudge brownies, the very reason your torso tries to jump out of them damn overalls whenever you walk.
“Ok everyone new plan. Whenever I call your name just say the word ‘Here.’ And well consider the word ‘here’ to be short for ‘Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.’
“Justin Bier.”
Justin Bier: Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.
Rico: Fred Savage.
Fred Savage: Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.
Rico: What the hell is thi…Herb Hash?
Fred Savage: Herb Hash? Hahahahaha! What the hell man? What kind of name is that? Hahahaha! I never heard a name such lame as…fucking Herb Hash. Hahahaha. Fuck!
Rico: Oh you just gonna take that Mr. Hash Never Been? Hehehe.
“Curtis “Your Grim Reaper” Payne.”
Curtis: This time the world will fucking pay at the expense of it’s fucking aroma of fucking with fucks like me. This axe is all that stands in between the action and the fucking ending of an unforgiving experience. The world is mine, VWF is fucking done with once I’m through with it. Murder is so shitty when not fucked with at times you morons….
Rico: “Here”….will do just fine…thank you.
Curtis: ……Here…..
Rico: And if I were you I’d start chewing gum….you know…for blood pressure.
Curtis: *groaning*
Rico: Tazz.
Tazz: Fucking here I fucking am! Rock you like a fucking hurricane you fucking gay capien fucko!
Rico: Hehehe.
“The REAL Power Rangers.”
All 457 kinds of Power Rangers ever aired on TV: Here I am. Rock you like a hurricane, it’s Morphin Time!
Rico: Ay ye ye.
Alpha 5 (from the original Power Rangers): Hey, that’s my line!
A semi pulls in.
Rico: Finally. Ok! Everyone! Allow me to tell you why you’re here. In that truck is the set for the next Runway and…well...put 2 and 2 together. I need people to unload it. Ya!
Fred Savage: That’s why were here?
Curtis Payne: I’m gonna fucking kill you…after I behead all the Rangers in all the world!
Alpha 5: Ay ye ye.
Herb Hash: I couldn’t even get signed on for this?
Rico: Hey, where are you going? This stuff needs unloaded!
Rangers: Mighty Morphin!
Janitor: Did somebody say Morphine?
Tazz: FUCK!
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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Blacklist begins the match with a fair amount of offense, but something seems off about the wild child of Vegas when an attempted 29 Black goes awry, leading to an amazing counter from Vandiel who follows quickly with the Serpent Strike for the cover. 1…2…3! After the match, Vandiel hisses at Blacklist, who slowly comes to as we cut to the back.
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
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Dave Payne is in the ring as "Fly from the inside" by Shinedown plays throughout the arena as Johnny Aggression comes from behind the curtains. The fans boo as Johnny gets into ring.
JOEY STYLES: Both men looking ready to go tonight...
The spotlights move all around the crowd as “Hate to Say I Told You So” hits. Pyros go off on the stage as a figure stands with his back turned to the crowd, arms outstretched. As he turns around, he pumps a fist and gestures to himself with the double thumb before making his way down the ring. Ramon slides in the ring and hands over the United States Belt as he turns towards his opponents.
P. LICKIN: Ramon is awesome.
The three men stand off in the ring as the bell is rung. Aggression immediately charges Ramon, going for a shin kick. Ramon slaps it off, and Payne hits a running knee to Aggression's back. Aggression holds his back and Ramon kicks him to the midsection and hits a DDT. Payne comes out and hits a clothesline on Ramon and covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. Payne picks up Ramon and shoves him into the corner. Payne yells "How's this champ?" as he hits a big right, repeating this over a few times. Payne grabs Ramon by the hair and tosses him outside. Ramon falls to the floor and pulls himself up. Payne hops through the ropes and stands on the apron, ready to jump off, but Aggression comes up behind him, hitting a drop kick. Payne sails off and hits the crowd barrier in the chest. He turns around as Ramon gets up, and Aggression hits a springboard moonsault, hitting both men and sending all three to the floor as the crowd chants "V-W-F! V-W-F!"
JOEY STYLES: Johnny Aggression has no respect for his opponent's bodies, and no regard for his own!
P. LICKIN: Why, you want to look after his body?
JOEY STYLES: No, I mean...
P. LICKIN: You're still mad about your car, aren't you?
The match has continued with the three men fighting on the outside as the ref desperately tries to get the action back in the ring. Ramon is in control, with Payne down in the corner. Ramon has an STF locked in on Aggression, pulling back on the hold as Aggression inches towards the ropes. Aggression makes a last reach, getting the ropes. The ref counts 1...2...3.. Ramon lets go. The ref yells at Ramon, who grabs Aggression's foot and drags him back into the middle of the ring. Ramon immediately locks in the STF again, but this time Dave Payne is up, and hits a running elbow drop, breaking the count. Payne picks Ramon up as Aggression rolls outside. Payne grabs Ramon's head and shoots him to the ropes. Payne goes for a clothesline but Ramon ducks. Ramon goes to the ropes himself and comes up. Payne picks him up for a tiltawhirl side slam, but Ramon counters with an armdrag. Payne sails across the ring and Ramon charges in, hitting a knee lift into the corner. Ramon hits a monkey flip on Payne. Payne is staggered, but is able to get back up and retreat to the corner to catch his balance. Ramon charges in again, but Payne charges out. Ramon jumps OVER Payne to the second rope as Payne tries to spear him. Payne turns around and Ramon sticks him with Take Five! The crowd comes to their feet as Ramon climbs the turnbuckle. Aggression comes in the ring now and runs up, hitting a couple lefts before Ramon can come off. Aggression grabs Ramon by the head, but Ramon pushes himself forward, rolling up Aggression with a small package off the turnbuckle. The ref counts 1...2.. Aggression wiggles and rolls it over, covering Ramon. Aggression puts a boot out to the corner for leverage as the ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Aggression pops out of the ring, with his arms raised in victory as Ramon is in the ring, arguing with the ref about the boot.)-)-)
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
**--After a commercial break, the scene picks up in the training room backstage where we see the trainer taping up Jonny Cedrone’s knee who’s still grumbling in pain.--**
TRAINER: “Jonny, I still don’t think you should go out there tonight.”
**--Cedrone reaches around himself and grabs the World Championship and holds it in one hand then grabs the trainer by the collar of his shirt and draws him in closer to his face--**
CEDRONE: "You see this? This is the VWF World Heavyweight Championship. Have you any idea what that means? It means that I will never give up and I will look at and stand toe to toe with every adversity and spit in it’s face! If you think for one minute that I’m gonna let some punk ass bitch make a statement at MY expense and keep me from competing tonight, you’re sadly mistaken! Now finish tapin’ it up and get out of here!”
**--The trainer puts his finishing touches on the wrapping. When he’s done, he leaves the room leaving Cedrone sitting on the table by himself. He looks up into the camera with hatred and contempt in his eyes--**
CEDRONE: “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know who you think you are and quite frankly, I just don’t give a damn! With all you’ve done to me in the past year, you could be my brother, my father or even my mother for that matter. You’ve done more than enough to me in the past year to warrant an ass kickin’ of a lifetime and tonight is the first chapter OF that beating. The next chapter…if you’re lucky…I’ll let you lick your wounds until August 8th. But to be honest…I’m not feelin’ that the planets and the stars are aligned in your favor bastard.”
“Ever since the beginnin’ of times, hatred has been a feelin’ that has been looked upon from the Good as a feelin’ that should not be. One should always turn the other cheek. One should do unto others as they want done unto them. For a year, that’s 12 months, that’s 52 weeks, 365 days you have been tormentin’ me and the rest of the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation. How many more times am I able to turn my cheek before I start the beat downs? And it seems that no matter how many times I try to be nice to someone, it always ends up kickin’ me in the butt! Well, your time of terror is about to come to an end.”
**--Cedrone points as his knee--**
CEDRONE: “This…this isn’t a statement…it’s a wake up call. A much needed wake up call. I’ve gotten way too comfortable in my surroundings, way too comfortable knowin’ that I’ve finally gotten to where I wanted to be and that’s the World Champion. Now, more than ever, I know that everything that I hold dear isn’t a guarantee and that I have to continue to earn my spot around no matter where I am in the pecking order. But this attack wasn’t just a wake up call for me. No, no, no. Whoever it is under that mask, this was also a wake up call for you! You better cherish what time you have left as a normal human being because by the time I get done with you, you’ll be nothin’ more than a mere shell of a shell of whatever it is you are now.”
“You might be able to temporarily take away one of my wheels, you might be able to break any bone in my body you want, but the two things you WON’T be able to do is take away my fightin’ spirit and my World Heavyweight Championship! You’re sick in the head if you think that I’m gonna let this keep me from headin’ down to the ring tonight and handin’ you the biggest beating of your life!”
**--The scene fades out--**
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The new Cabo Wabo champion starts out on fire, hitting the Intercontinental champ with a flurry of high-flying moves culminating in the Crimson Cutter. Lightening goes for a cover: 1…kickout by Dan Ryan. Lightening begins to pick Dan up, but is met with a thumb to the eye followed by a massive powerbomb! Dan then picks Crimson up, throwing him to the outside. He follows closely, whipping Crimson into the guardrail and hitting a hard lariat, bringing Crimson to the ground. He smirks at the crowd booing loudly as he tosses a nearly lifeless Crimson back into the ring, sliding in himself. Ryan calls for the end, lifting Crimson up for the Headliner…but Crimson counters with Hitting The Music!
JOEY STYLES: Wow, what an AMAZING counter! This could be it right here!
Crimson covers. The ref counts 1...2... KICKOUT. Crimson can't believe it. He thought he'd have a quick win here. Crimson bends over Ryan, yelling "You're supposed to stay down!" when Ryan reaches up and grabs him by the throat. Crimson grabs the arm as Ryan sits up. Crimson can't break the hold, so he kicks Ryan in the back of the head once, twice, three times. Ryan glares at Crimson. Crimson puts his feet up and locks in an armbar. Ryan rolls over, pushing down on Crimson. Crimson's shoulders go down. 1...2... Crimson rolls up a bit. Ryan powers his way to his feet with Crimson still holding on. Ryan grabs Crimson with his other hand and lifts him up. Crimson tries to hit a few punches and go for a hurcanarana, but Ryan holds on and hits a hangman's DDT. Ryan stands up straight and motions that it's over as Crimson rolls over, trying to crawl away. Crimson picks himself up on the ropes and turns around. Ryan kicks Crimson to the midsection, and picks him up, hitting the Humility Bomb hard. Crimson is out as Dan Ryan covers with a boot on his chest. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
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Cedrone and Kamikaze stand in the ring as Alexia stands at the bottom of the ramp. She stalks over to her corner as 'Who Are You' By The Who hits, and out comes The Masked Man. He comes down to the bottom of the ramp, his smile radiating through his mask as Cedrone gets on the mic...
CEDRONE: Alexia... I know you got booked in this match... but... mark my words... that Masked Man has done NOTHING but attack and harass The VWF roster backstage and in this ring for over a YEAR. 12 MONTHS of his tyranny we've been subjected to. And mark my words Alexia... mark em... that if you turn your back on him... he'll take you out too. Keep that in mind as we wrestle here.
The Masked Man and Alexia look at each other. Alexia frowns and hops off the apron as The Masked Man gets in the ring. Alexia steps back and walks back up the ramp, leaving him! The crowd cheers as Cedrone and Kamikaze both high five each other. Cedrone and The Masked Man enter the ring together as the bell rings and lock up. Cedrone puts him in a headlock, then hits a headlock takedown. Cedrone goes to the ropes and hits a clothesline on The Masked Man as he gets up. Cedrone tags in Kamikaze. Kamikaze hits a foreward flip toe kick to the head of The Masked Man, taking him back down to the mat. Cedrone and Kamikaze continue to tag each other in, hit a couple moves and dominate The Masked Man the entire match...
JOEY STYLES: The Masked Man not looking like he is having gun...
P. LICKIN: I had fun watching your car blow up. Here, here's your license plate. It says IBRK4BYS.
The match continues as Jonny Cedrone has a cobra clutch locked in on The Masked Man, who's reaching for the ropes. However, the ref had been taken out a few minutes prior. Suddenly, Alexia returns. She grabs Kamikaze and pulls him off the apron, slamming his head into the apron. Kamikaze staggers back, and Alexia hits him with the World Belt sitting at ringside, waffling him down. Alexia slides in the ring and kicks Cedrone, breaking the hold. She puts the boots to him a bit. Cedrone rolls over and pulls himself up, and as he turns around, Alexia charges and waffles him with the World Belt too. The ref recovers as Alexia slides the belt to the apron and covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Alexia stands up as The Masked Man rolls out of the ring and disappears through the crowd. Alexia motions that the World Title is coming around her waist in a few weeks as the camera fades...)-)-)
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
The camera catched up with Scott DiBiase and Jason Lee in The Perfect Alliance's locker room.
SCOTT DiBIASE: All we need to do is take just one of the belts away from the Ryans and they will be back at the bottom of the ladder where they belong.
JASON LEE: Why can't I just go out there and beat the shit out of Ryan?
SCOTT DiBIASE: If we don't take at least ONE of their titles, they'll get their shot at OUR Tag Team championships and we don't have time for that kind of distraction right now. I've got Lee right where I want him and I know you're not going to let what Steve did last week go unchallenged.
JASON LEE: The fucker got lucky.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Just keep a handle on things, Jason, I know how easy it is for something to set you off and I wouldn't put it past Ryan to try to exploit that.
JASON LEE: Are you saying you don't trust me?
SCOTT DiBIASE: No, of course not, I just know you can get caught up in the fight and things happen. Okay, think of it this way, it's not about winning a title it's about being finished with The Elite Playaz once and for all. You'll just also have the bonus of take a championship belt away from Ryan AND taking his place in the battle royal at Bloodlust where you can beat the crap out of ten other guys.
Jason stared at Scott for a long moment before nodding.
JASON LEE: Since you put it that way.
A quick knock on the door signalled the arrival of Dash St. John, who held an envelope in his hand.
DASH ST. JOHN: Here you are, Scott. I found this stuck to your locker earlier and I've been looking everywhere for you.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Who's it from?
Dash flipped the envelope over and back again before handing it to Scott.
DASH ST. JOHN: It just has your name on it. You ready, Jason?
JASON LEE: Yeah, let's get this over with.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Thanks, Dash. Good luck, Jason.
While Dash accompanied Jason on his way to the ring, Scott looked over the envelope in his hand and sat down in one of the plush leather chairs adorning the locker room.
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The match starts with Jason Lee showing the Pan Pacific champion how serious he is with hold after hold, clearly a reflection of his tag partner Scott DiBiase. He goes for the pinfall early, but Steve fights back with his power. Steve goes for the Vindicator, but Jason reverses into a rollup! 1…2…kickout by the champ! Jason argues with the ref, turning around to be caught with a hard clothesline by Steve. Steve picks Jason up and whips him against the ropes, but on the return Jason lifts an arm up bringing both of them down! The ref begins the count: 1...2...3...the defending champion begins to stir… 4...5... the challenger starts to come to ...6…..Both men pull themselves up...
JOEY STYLES: Wait... what's Jason Lee doing?
Lee digs in his tights looking for something...
P. LICKIN: Usually you have to pay $20 in a Vietnamese bar for this kind of a show...
Lee slips out a pair of brass knuckles and turns around. The ref has his back to him, so Lee kicks him, sending him out of the ring to the outside through the ropes. Steve Ryan turns as Lee swings, but Steve blocks it and hits Lee back. Lee drops the knucks and falls backwards. Steve picks them up as Lee rolls back to his feet. Lee charges Steve, but Steve hits Jason Lee with the knucks! Lee goes down, hard. Steve tosses the knucks on top of Lee as the ref comes in the ring and Steve covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Jason Lee, dazed, rolls out of the ring as an official grabs him and helps him to the back.)-)-)
Pan Pacific Championship
Steve Ryan passed through the curtain to the Gorilla Position and came up short when he saw Jason Lee laying facing down on the floor in an awkward position. Steve glanced around in confusion but was blindsided by the Masked Man and dropped the Pan Pacific championship belt as he reeled back and the Masked Man picked it up before drilling it into Steve's face. As Steve crumpled to the ground, the Masked Man knelt over him and delivered a series of blows to his face while various officials rushed in to pull him off.
OFFICIAL: Get him off! Get him the hell off!
Dash St. John arrived on the scene to check on Jason Lee while Lee Ryan joined in the effort to pry the Masked Man off of his brother. Grabbing at the mask, "All That" pulled in an attempt to unmask the intruder but the Masked Man thumbed Lee in the eye and escaped with his mask intact. While the officials, along with Lee Ryan and Dash St. John, attend to Steve Ryan and Jason Lee the cameras return to the ringside area.
JOEY STYLES: Om my God, P. The Masked Man has just expanded his targets to include members of The Perfect Alliance and The Elite Playaz. This isn't good for the Pan Pacific champion heading into the big battle royal at Bloodlust with his championship on the line.
P. LICKIN: That reminds me, I beat down your mom last night.
JOEY STYLES: Shouldn't it be the other way around?
P. LICKIN: Have you ever SEEN your mom?
JOEY STYLES: Yes I have and I think that neck brace is cutting off the circulation of blood to your brain!
P. LICKIN: What's your excuse?
The camera returns to the backstage area to find Scott sitting in his chair in The Perfect Alliance's locker room, in his hand is the letter Dash gave him earlier. Unfolding the slip of paper, he begins to read with mild interest.
Scott,
I know that you are booked to face me at Bloodlust, and I am sure everyone thinks I am truly hospitalized after the Rumble. Rest assured, I am well, healthy and changing with the times at a constant rate. The last few months of what I can remember bluntly has become an egg of new life to experience, the world is truly intriguing, especially when one walks around in the black chamber of his forsaken memory. But a chamber is not much without a lock is it? Why would Viking assume I was hospitalized? And why would everyone assume the comfort of it as fact without any leverage of evidence? That is something that’ll never be answered. Why? Because this is the true world that which I almost lost that I almost forgot about, one that can never put me in any harm, one that can reveal everything if I listen. And Scott…I am listening. If you’re going to assume that our next meeting will be over a silly belt, please don’t make me waste my laughter on you. In fact Scott…you can just leave that belt at home come Bloodlust. Yes…I can promise you….and I can warn you….that I WILL be there. The roster I know was and still is couth with my disadvantages in memory, strength and…power. And yet my name still makes it around, widening eyes of newcomers and old rivals. Anarchy spelt my name always and now starting at Bloodlust…starting with you….my name will spell Anarchy.
Take Care.
Thomas Halloway
LEE RYAN: Scott, we need to talk!
Startled, Scott looks up to see “All That” Lee Ryan moving towards him, only realizing at that moment that his locker room door was open the entire time. Crumpling up the letter in his hand, he absently tossed it aside.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Can’t you see I’m busy?
LEE RYAN: Well writing your shopping list can wait. This is important.
Flashing Lee an unimpressed glare for his comment, Scott puts anyway what appears to be a letter. Returning his focus to the Eurocontinental Champion, Scott speaks up.
SCOTT DiBIASE: So what do you want to talk about?
LEE RYAN: It’s safe to assume that you saw what happened after Steve and Jason's match right?
SCOTT DiBIASE: What of it?
LEE RYAN: Well it’s also safe to say that this Masked Man is getting bolder in his movements. If he’s made a move against our partners then it’s logical to suggest that he’ll come after us next.
SCOTT DiBIASE: What’s your point Ryan?
LEE RYAN: My point is that regardless of how mush we dislike each other; we both keep an eye out for the Mask Moron. Watch each others backs just in case he does decide to make a move against us.
SCOTT DiBIASE: Just because you’re nervous about some crazy guy in a ski mask, why should I care?
LEE RYAN: Because forgetting about the attack on my brother, he first took out the one guy in this federation who could look past the fact that your head is so far up your own ass to consider you a friend. Is that enough of reason for to get off your high horse and give a damn?
For a moment Scott did nothing expect fiercely stare directly at Lee. Briefly however Scott let out a huge sigh and nodded his head in agreement.
LEE RYAN: Good. At least we can agree on something. I’ll see you in the ring.
Lee takes his leave as the scene once again returns to the ring.
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The two men lock up, and Scott whips Lee against the ropes. On the return Scott goes for a clothesline, but the Eurocontinental Champion ducks with a hard kick to Scott’s face. Lee follows this with an amazing standing moonsault and the cover. 1…2…kickout by Scott! Scott quickly slides out of the ring to get a rest, to the jeers of the crowd. Lee calls for him from inside the ring, but Scott simply shakes his head with a smirk. Suddenly, Steve Ryan comes out from the back, followed closely by Jason Lee. Seeing the other Elite Playa, Scott turns a corner before sliding into the ring. He goes for another clothesline, connecting this time before making the cover. 1…kickout by the champion! The match continues with near fall after near fall...
JOEY STYLES: So close!
P. LICKIN: We're not watching you try to score at your Prom, Joey...
After what seems like the one hundredth close fall, DiBiase grabs hold of the referee and starts to vent his anger and frustrations at the official. The challengers attention diverted by his anger, Ryan is given valuable breathing time. Clawing his way slowly over to his opponent, “All That” grabs hold of DiBiase and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin attempt. The referee drops to count but DiBiase uses the Champion’s momentum against him and rolls through the pin attempt coming back u p on his feet. Grabbing Ryan’s arms, he drags the Champion into the centre of the ring and quickly drops to the mat, applying the MILLION DOLLAR DREAM as he does. Ryan tries to fight the hold as the air begins to get cut off from his desperately wanting lungs, but DiBiase leans back, clamping the hold even tighter.
P. LICKIN: Now this is what I’m talking about!!
Cheyenne begins to once again slam her hands down on the ring apron; trying to lend her encouragement to the Champion. DiBiase turns around to face the fiery brunette; staring down at her with a smile of wicked satisfaction. The referee leans in to check on Lee Ryan.
JOEY STYLES: I hate to say it but the champ looks out of it to me.
The official lifts Ryan’s arm, it falls. He lifts it for a second time and it falls. He lifts it for a third time and it falls…but not all the way.
P. LICKIN: I don’t believe this.
The fans begin to rally behind “All That” as he attempts to lever his way out of the hold. Fighting to regain control, DiBiase is unable to stop the determined Champion from inching his way towards the ropes. As Ryan comes within a breath of clutching the rope, DiBiase rolls backwards forcing “All That” back to the centre of the ring and locks the hold in tight once more. Cheyenne pleads with her man not to give up, to carry on fighting but even she knows he can’t last forever. The referee again leans in to check on the Champion. He goes to lift up Ryan’s hand but is battered away by “All That” who once again tries to claw his way to the ropes. The fans are going crazy, furiously shouting their support for the champ as he edges closer. Stretching for all he can, Ryan reaches out and manages to clutch the bottom rope. The official forces DiBiase to break the hold. His eyes coloured by pure rage, the challenger pulls Ryan to his feet and begins to hammer him about the head with vicious lefts and rights. Hurling him at the ropes, DiBiase hits a rebounding Ryan with a nasty back elbow, knocking him clean off his feet. Clambering back to his feet, DiBiase climbs the nearest corner post and jumps off, nailing the Champion with a flying elbow drop.
JOEY STYLES: Now that had to hurt.
The challenger picks “All That” up and whips him to the ropes, but Ryan counters and instead sends DiBiase charging. As he rebounds back at the Champion, Ryan drills him hard with a brutal superkick before falling back to the mat himself. The referee begins to count both men down, 1…2…3…4…5…6…DiBiase begins to stir…7…8…the challenger uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. The count stopped, DiBiase stalks over to his opponent and stamps on him twice for good measure before picking him up. Lifting Ryan up he once again applies the cobra clutch; DiBiase nods down at Cheyenne all the while smiling in satisfaction. DiBiase lifts Ryan up and twists his body looking to hit a cobra clutch slam. At the last second, Ryan spins his momentum, grabs DiBiase’s arms and reverses the move using his opponents added momentum to drive him down with a DOUBLE IMPACT!!
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!!
P. LICKIN: Oh shut up!!
Both men are down as the referee once again starts to count them out, 1…2…3…4…5…neither man moves…6…7…8…9…Lee Ryan springs up to his feet sending the crowd crazy. The Champion begins to strut around the ring feeding off his many supporters, psyching himself up. Picking DiBiase up, Ryan boots him in the midsection and charges at the opposing ropes. Rebounding back, “All That” leaps up and grabs hold of the challenger driving him down face first with a jumping spinning bulldog. The fans are at fever pitch as Cheyenne urges the Champion to finish his opponent off. Springing back to his feet, Ryan rushes to the corner post and drags himself to the top turnbuckle. The Champion sizes up the challenger and...just as he goes to leap off, the Masked Man jumps the security barrier and with chair in hand, slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop him, but the interloper simply shoves the official to the mat. Ryan leaps off the top rope aiming a missile drop kick at the Masked Man, but at the last minute the chair wielding intruder sidesteps the move and the Champion comes crashing down to the mat.
JOEY STYLES: Somebody needs to put a stop to this jerk; it’s as if he aims to ruin almost every Championship match that the VWF is ever going to hold.
P. LICKIN: Well, be my guest to step into the ring and handle him yourself Styles:
With the both Ryan and DiBiase down, the Masked Man looks around the ring with obvious amusement shining in his eyes. “All That” begins to claw his way back to his feet drawing the attention of the Masked Man. The interloper slowly begins to stalk the Champion; raising the chair above his head as he prepares to strike.
P. LICKIN: Well at least it looks like the Masked Man is finally about to put Lee Ryan out his misery.
Ever defiant, Ryan staggers back to his feet and faces the Masked Man head on. As the interloper goes to bring his weapon down, DiBiase catches him off guard and snatches the chair from his hands. Shoving him from behind, DiBiase sends the Masked Man sprawling towards Ryan. “All That” boots him in the midsection, grabs his arms and drives him down hard with the DOUBLE IMPACT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Now this is more like it! I had my doubts, but it looks like Ryan and DiBiase’s temporary truce is working out after all.
Ryan spins back to his feet only to get his skull obliterated by Scott DiBiase and his newly acquired steel chair. “All That” drops to the mat like a bag of bricks.
P. LICKIN: Spoke too soon Styles.
JOEY STYLES: What a low down dirty....
The crowd bathe the ring in jeers and abuse, all focused at the smirking DiBiase. DiBiase grabs hold of the slowly recovering official and drags him over to the unmoving form of “All That”. Slowly and arrogantly, DiBiase makes a cover as the referee gradually begins to count.
JOEY STYLES: No, not like this!
".1 ..2 ...3!!!"
JOEY STYLES: DiBiase has just stolen the Eurocontinental Championship!
P. LICKIN: He didn’t steal anything Styles, he was just smarter than Ryan.
The crowd erupts into frenzied jeers as the referee slowly hands Scott DiBiase the Eurocontinental title belt. DiBiase climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds the belt up as the fans begins to pelt the ring with rubbish.
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THE CARETAKER
Eurocontinental Championship
(Backstage, VWF Interviewer Lorie McWiggletits is standing with Johnny Aggression...)
LORIE McWIGGLETITS: Johnny, with your win tonight do you feel that you are now the favorite to win at Bloodlust when you challenge for the United States Championship, that you have been claiming is wrongfully around the waist of Jose Ramon?
AGGRESSION: Well Lorie... the fact is...
(With that, Jose Ramon comes from off camera, waffling Aggression with the United States Belt. Aggression falls down as Ramon starts to put the boots to him. Suddenly, Dave Payne joins the group, hitting Ramon from behind. Payne grabs him and whips him around, shoving him into a pile of boxes that scatter everywhere. Payne turns towards Aggression who is starting to get up...)
AGGRESSION: *cough* uh... thanks man...
PAYNE: You're welcome...
(And with that, Payne punches Aggression square in the face. Aggression collapses down to the floor as Payne smirks and turns around, walking right into Ramon who hits the Take Five! Payne goes down in a heap as Ramon picks up the US Belt, yelling at them both as the camera cuts to a commercial...
JOSE RAMON: This is mine... and it's going to STAY mine...
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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The lights in the arena dim as the opening bars of Genesis fill the arena. The Sintron is filled with images of classic B movies - giant lizards, King Kong, monsters from the sea - insterspersed with clips of Dorling performing vasrious exciting manouvres. As the songs kicks into life, red fireworks shoot up from the side of the entrance way and Dorling steps out, wearing his wrestling black and red wrestling trunks with his black boots, and his red 'No I in Team Dorling' T-Shirt. He exchanges high fives with some fans along the entrance way, and climbs on to the ring apron. He peels off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before ducking under the top rope and sprinting across to the far corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle and holding both fists aloft.
JOEY STYLES: Dorling looking confident here as he gets ready to kick off his world tour...
P. LICKIN: Which is good, I remember reading there was concern over him losing a step after he lost Gaz Matsell.
The introduction music to “Head Like A Hole” 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. It was from that smoke that Alexia and Cerb suddenly appeared. As soon as the smoke cleared, Alexia and Cerb were 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. They reached the ring and Alexia stopped at it, turned and hopped up backwards, to perch on the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. She patted the space next to her and Cerb jumped up. Then she spun and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, Cerb crawling under it right next to her. 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. She handed Cerb out of the ring. Alexia paced her side of the ring, just waiting for the bell to ring.
The two look squarely at each other as if ready to go to war. Alexia and Dorling eagerly circle each other to start the match off. The bell rings and unexpectedly, Alexia charges at her opponent, but Dorling catches her just in time and power slams her to the mat. Dorling steps back to boast as Alexia slowly gets to her feet with a stunned expression. Alexia gets up and walks towards him, Dorling gets in her face and both wrestlers begin to argue, Alexia steps back away from the regal man and comes back with a punch, which Dorling blocks – but she doesn’t miss the quick thumb in the eye that Alexia followed up with, Dorling is taken aback but has no time to adjust as Alexia begins an assault that sends Dorling reeling back until he has no more room to step back and the ropes are right behind him. Dorling pushes Alexia away and seems to think about getting out of the ring but is able to shake it off. Dorling comes at his overconfident foe with some European uppercuts that sends her back across the ring. However, Alexia blocks one and starts to hit some forearms of her own. Alexia shoots Dorling to the ropes and goes for a Samoan Kick. Dorling uses his athletisism and is just able to duck away from the foot and land some more European uppercuts to Alexia’s ribs. Alexia bats away one of Dorling’s strikes and then forces the Dorling to suffer by putting him into a hard bear hug. Dorling, however, is too close to the ropes and is able to grab the ropes.
P. LICKIN: Alexia! Hug me like tha!
JOEY STYLES: I don't think she wants you.
P. LICKIN: ..... Your mom said that about you to me last night... in bed...
Alexia is forced to break the hold as Dorling steps out of the ring in awe of himself. Alexia shakes her head, finally giving up on waiting for Dorling mugging for the crowd - Alexia goes over the tope rope and out of the ring stalking Dorling, Alexia sneaks up behind Dorling and takes a handful of Dorling’s hair bringing him back into a rough reverse head butt! However, Dorling’s eyes nearly come out of his sockets when he quickly gets ushered back into the ring. Slowly, a frustrated Alexia climbs into the ring with Dorling on his knees waiting for her, Dorling hits some uppercuts followed by some right and left hooks, Dorling pulls Alexia into a sharp DDT and then gets on the top rope hitting Alexia with a quick flying head butt as Alexia is getting back to herfeet! Alexia falls to the ground on her back and rolls out of the ring just barely making it through the bottom rope, she holds her forehead for a moment. Dorling runs at the ropes, jumping through and hitting a suicide dive, taking both off their feet. The crowd chants "VWF! VWF! VWF!" as Dorling and Alexia both pull themselves up. Doring comes at Alexia, hitting a few kicks, then locks in a standing chin lock, but Alexia fights back, bit by bit, she gains ground for her feet, Dorling whips her head first into the ring pole. Dorling slides in for a rest, breaking the count and waits for his more opponent to get in behind him. The ref brings his count as high as seven before Alexia gathers herself and climbs into the ring exposing a bloody head and face to the crowd. Dorling is mugging to the crowd again, again giving Alexia an upper hand as she runs up behind him, hitting a drop kick and sending him face first into the turnbuckle post, busting him open. Both are now bleeding as Dorling looks confused in the ring. Alexia runs at him, hitting a climb up wheel kick from behind. Alexia hits a few shoulder thrusts to Dorling's back, then climbs the turnbuckle post. Alexia comes off, hitting a tornado DDT on Dorling. Alexia covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout!
P. LICKIN: Alexia sure knows what to do with Dorling's head.
JOEY STYLES: You disgust me.
Alexia gets off of the dazed Dorling and argues with the ref at a slow count. Alexia picks up Dorling by the head and hits a snapmare. Alexia runs at the ropes and hits a falldown dropkick and covers again. The ref counts 1...2... kickout. Alexia puts the boots to Dorling, then goes to the turnbuckle. Alexia climbs up, but Dorling recovers and runs up quickly, hitting the a HUGE Belly to Belly suplex off the turbuckle! The crowd goes crazy as Dorling puts an arm over Alexia. The ref counts 1...2... kickout! Dorling can't believe it. He mounts Alexia's chest and starts hitting some rights, yelling "There's no I in Dorling!" He picks Alexia up, who breaks the hold, yells "There's an I in Alexia!" and hits a DDT. Both are down. The ref counts 1...2...3...4...5...6...7.. both stir 8... Both Dorling and Alexia reach the ropes to pull themselves up. Alexia charges in at Dorling, but Dorling hits the DORbreaker out of nowhere! Alexia goes down. Dorling falls on top of her, hooking the leg. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
DORLING WORLD TOUR