Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as the Big Birthday Bash begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 42000 person arena.



Joey Styles: Welll folks let's turn this over to Kyle Bacon who is in the ring....

[[[Bacon begins to speak into the microphone....

Kyle Bacon: Ladies and Gentlemen the man standing behind the curtains needs no real introduction, he is a three time VWF World Heavywieght Champion, a VWF Legend, and frankly put he is the "Toughest Little SOB" to ever grace the squared circle, he is the cisco KID....

[[[Full Nelson by Limp Bizkit plays over the VWF Arena speaker system as the cisco KID walks out through the curtains. He slowly comes to the top of the ramp wearing street clothes; a long sleeved, black cisco KID t-shirt from TapouT and a pair of blue jeans that you can get at a Buckle store. cisco looks out at the crowd with a somewhat serious look, gone is the jovial smirk that usually accompanies him to the ring. He takes in a deep breath, shakes his head as if knowing that he must do what he is about to do. He begins to make his way down the aisle looking almost apprehensive and somewhat desheveled he finally gets into the ring. He stands there looking out at the crowd one more time than grabs the microphone that is being handed to him...

cisco KID: Bacon, I'll make it easy on you... LEAVE. Don't worry the cisco KID can go ahead and do this for himself. What I have to do doesn't need you and frankly you are making my stomach churn at the very sight of you so get out of here...

[[[cisco sits on the middle rope opening it up for Bacon to get out. Bacon looks out to the crowd as if asking them if they thought it was safe enough for him to go through the ropes. He shrugs as if he has no other choice. As he goes through he look at cK who just sits there looking at Bacon. Bacon goes through the ropes and cK proceeds to speak to the crowd...

cisco KID: Okay, so now for the business at hand. Now the cisco KID has requested this little bit of time to speak to everyone here at the VWF Arena and there in TV land because I believe what I have to say requires everyone of you to hear. Now recently I lucked out and won the VWF World Heavywieght Championship much to my surprise. I lost it even quicker.

There was a time whne that was impossible to happen, there was a time when the name cisco KID meant something more than comdey relief on the card, and that, that my friends has been the catalyst of why I have come to the conclusion that the cisco KID needs to step away from the world of wrestling, well at least for a little while. You see I need to sort some things out in my life both personal and professionally. For those of you out there who read the rap sheets and go to the websites you might know that the cisco KID is on his way to Iraq, and well frankly that combined with the fact that I feel that I am not giving the 150% effort that each and everyone of you fans deserve only lends credence to the fact that the cisco KID needs to step aside so that someone else who deserves it can take the spot.

This also means in the back, I need a clean break. So there may come a day that I'll be back but until than I am and always will be your humble servant, Juan Pacheco, The cisco KID.

[[[[With that said the cisco KID drops the mic, rolls out of the ring and heads back up the aisle.





JOEY STYLES: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, to the 10th Birthday of The VWF! We've already kicked off to a HUGE start, as cisco KID has announced his departure from The VWF for the time being!

P. LICKIN: And... wait... we have a live satallite feed that we're being told to bring in... it seems to be in the middle of... of a match? Wait. This is the TFWF! Why are we showing this?!?!

JOEY STYLES: I don't know P, but it has orders from The Viking King to show it... so...

(THE VIDEO CUTS TO A MATCH ALREADY IN PROGRESS....)

{{{He starts his count……1……2……3……4……5……6……7……Exile starts to move and crawls from the broken table towards the ropes as Ramon doesn’t move……8……Exile reaches the ropes as Ramon starts to stir……9……Exile pulls himself to his feet just in time but Ramon hasn’t moved……10!!!! The bell sounds and the crowd go insane as Exile picks up the huge win over his mortal enemy and retains the Light Heavyweight Title!!!!

SC: He did it!! He has slain the biggest demon he’s ever faced in his career!! Exile has beaten Jose Ramon for the final time!!

SJ: No, no, no this isn’t right, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be!!

Winner and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Exile

(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)

(THE ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO A LIMO PULLING UP IN A CAR PARK. A T.F.W.F. SECURITY MAN OPENS THE DOOR AND OUT STEPS....THE VIKING KING ALONGSIDE SCOTT CARR AND JACE GRYPHON OF THE VWF!!!!!! MAHONEY MCMILLIAN IS FIRST ON THE SCENE IN ONE OF THE MOST SHOCKING MOMENTS IN THE HISTORY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.)

MM: Viking King...what the hell are you doing here?

VK: The Viking King is thinking of making an investment...ummmm....

MM: Mahoney...

VK: Right, well the T.F.W.F. has been a direct promotional rival of the VWF for sometime and with the owner Ian Monks missing in action...The Viking King and a couple of the guys thought it might be interesting to stop by and make our intentions known.

(SCOTT CARR GRABS THE MICROPHONE.)

SC: Thats fucking right...Da Big Rig wants to see what all the fuss is about with the T.F.W.F., cause he might be forced to shove this boot up a few fucking asses that don't fall into line!

(JACE GRYPHON GRABS A MICROPHONE.)

JG: And I am here to find out exactly...how one Kirsta Lewis got on tonight.

MM: Your high profile relationship with Miss Lewis and this shocking announcement could cause a few problems since she is of course a member of T.C.K. a group your effectively going to try and over throw Viking King...

(VIKING KING PAUSES FOR A MOMENT. HE ADJUSTS THE LAPELS ON MAHONEY'S JACKET AS THE REPORTER SEARCHES FOR ANSWERS.)

VK: You know...when He owns this place...the first thing He is going to do is send you shopping with Joey Stylez and P. Lickin...

(VIKING SLAPS HIM AROUND THE CHOPS AS CARR AND GRYPHON PUSH PAST MAHONEY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT WELL HAVE URINATED IN HIS TROUSERS.)

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN HERE TONIGHT!!!! THE VIKING KING AND TWO OF THE BIGGEST NAMES IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING SCOTT CARR AND JACE GRYPHON THE REIGNING VWF WORLD CHAMPION ARE HERE IN ENGLAND...AT OUR PPV!

SJ: God how embarrassing of Mahoney to look like a total goober in front of Mr. King.

SC: DO YOU EVEN REALIZE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF THIS?

SJ: Yes...we all need to go to the Gap!

SC: (sigh) Well if the Viking King wants to see what the T.F.W.F. is all about he will get no sweeter test than next...the X Cage Match between Wong, Mitchell and Onlee...

(THE SATALLITE FEED COMES BACK TO JOEY STYLES AND P. LICKIN)


P. LICKIN: Holy shit.

JOEY STYLES: The Viking King is trying to take over TFWF! Doesn't he wield enough power here? Now he wants to conquer argueably the only fed as large as The VWF?

P. LICKIN: He smells blood in the water, and he's going to strike!

Game On’ by Disciple rings out over the speaker system in the arena and Rage begins to walk toward the ring to a chorus of boos from the fans. Rage makes his way toward the ring. The ring is decorated with a steel cage on the far side of the ring from the camera view. In the ring are two armchairs with a coffee table set in the center of the ring upon a Persian rug that covers the canvas of the ring. On the table sits multiple microphones. Rage signals for his music to be cut off and then he begins to speak.

Rage: “Welcome to the third successful episode of…The cAge of Rage!! I have quite an interesting show for you tonight; of course I always put on one hell of a show. I am going to change my format a little bit tonight and I’ll start the show off by introducing the theme song for this evening’s Big Birthday Bash ’08. All of the way from Memphis, TN and currently headlining on tour; to perform their new hit single ‘Family Reunion,’ Saliva!!

The crowd, jacked by the amazing performance by Saliva chants for an encore in which Saliva comes back out on stage to do. The crowd goes wild as Saliva begins to pick up their instruments once again.

Josey Scott: “You all want another mother fuckin’ song?!?!”

The crowd cheers loudly for about a minute as Saliva begins to play ‘Click, Click, Boom,’ but the song is quickly interrupted by Rage.

Rage: “Hold on, hold on. Everyone stop playing right now! That was a great performance guys, and I would also love an encore like all of these Ragers out here. But, unfortunately we have a show to do here. This isn’t a rock concert, this isn’t even a wrestling event right now, this is the ‘cAge of Rage’ and I have an agenda to tend to tonight. You boys will have to leave the stage immediately.”

A large chorus of boos rings throughout the building and even a few pieces of trash are thrown at Rage, but nothing connects. Saliva begins to leave the stage, but Josey returns to his mic for his own encore.

Josey Scott: “You’re a dick man. No one wants to see your whack ass show. You wanna give these people a show, then why don’t you and I have a match tonight so that I can whip your ass all over Chicago, mother fuckin’, Illinois!”

The crowd cheers.

Rage: “Please Josey, you don’t want to do that. I major in wrestling and I would destroy you. Now would you please quit wasting all of our time?”

Josey Scott leaves the stage while flipping Rage off.

Rage: “Well that kind of disrespect brings me to my next segment. I look around here and I see this downhill slope of rudeness that occurs on MY show. So far, I’ve been interrupted, disrespected, mocked, and unappreciated. With my guest this week; I don’t see that lack of respect turning around anytime soon. But hey, I’m a realist so I could be wrong. Of course, seeing how I am not optimistic, I have acquired for myself a little…oh let’s call it, I don’t know, security? I introduce to you at this time, my new personal security guard, Mr. Larson.”

Rage points toward the ramp area as the lights in the arena dim. A single spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as ‘No Deliverance’ by the Toadies hits over the loudspeakers. A muscle bound man about 6’5” tall and 265 pounds begins a slow walk toward the ring. He enters and greets Rage with a hearty handshake. The music cuts out and Rage welcomes his new personal security guard with a high five and a small hug between friends.

Rage: “Welcome Mr. Larson, it will be good to have you by my side. It will be so refreshing to have someone standing next to me whom I can trust not to let me down; unlike that washed up has been, Sting. Sting, I hear, has actually been lurking around the locker rooms and rafters as only that Crow wannabe can do. Well, let me make this crystal clear to you Stinger, I am not now, nor will I ever hide from or back down from any challenge that you throw at me. So, with that in mind Sting, I am standing right here and I invite you to bring it! C’mon, if you’re here show yourself Sting! I’ll instruct Mr. Larson to back down so the two of us can settle this like men. C’mon Sting, this is MY show, I can wait out here for you all night long if I have to.”

The crowd begins to boo as Rage and Mr. Larson scan the arena and the roof for any signs of Sting. Rage even instructs Mr. Larson to look underneath the ring for their aggressor, but to no avail. Sting is nowhere to be found.

Rage: “Just as I thought, you are chickening out Sting. But, if you ever decide to show your face around here again I’ll be happy to smack the hell out of it and proceed to lay the smack down on your old ass!”

The crowd begins to chant for Sting, but Rage ignores the chants and moves on to his next segment.

Rage: “Well, enough of that. It’s time for me to introduce my next guest, but before I do that… it is important to remember that when I host this show that I am not a wrestler, but I am a host. I like to maintain a certain level of professionalism and keep up a good behavior. You know; no violence, no foul language, and a polite demeanor. Also, I would never, ever engage in any physical contact with a guest of mine, no matter how much I loathe them. With that said, let me introduce to you at this time, my guest from The Elite’s rival and may I say much less successful stable, Trinity…please welcome ‘All That’ Lee Ryan.”

The lights dim down and the crowd falls silent; guitar rifts play as “The Way You Like It” by Adema sounds out from the speakers. “All That” Lee Ryan makes his way onto the stage to be greeted by a tidal wave of screaming fans; wearing his usual baggy jeans, Timberland boots and long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled half way up his forearms. Slowly he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he goes; Lee climbs the steel steps up to the ring apron and cautiously steps through the ropes. “All That” moves towards the table and picks one of the microphones. The music dies down and Rage goes to ask a question but is immediately cut off by Lee.

Lee Ryan: “This maybe your show and everything and the Great Bald Wonder himself, The Viking King may have tried to stop me from being here tonight; but I have a question of my own that needs answering…Ladies…what do you think of the merchandise?!”

The ladies in the crowd respond with a backlash of screams and cheers. A huge smirk stretches across the features of “All That” much to the hosts dismay. Finally settling down, Lee takes a seat the free armchair. Trying to keep up his “professionalism” as host, Rage once again begins to talk.

Rage: “Well that is one of the reasons why I brought you out here tonight, because what is a hit show without a little bit of controversy? You were told to stay out of the arena tonight, so what more of a surprise guest could I have had than the guest who was banned from the building? The answer is no one, that’s who.

With that said, I would first like to congratulate you and your brother on your win over The Elite’s Aggression and I at VWF Underground. I can be the bigger man here and extend my hand to the winner of a hard fought match. I can even ignore all of the many, many comments and dirt sheets that say that your win at VWF Underground over us was a fluke by all rights. You guys won fair and square, all be it a huge upset of a win, I can still have the decency to congratulate you. I do however feel the need to tell you to enjoy that feeling because once I hash some things out with MY new tag team partner Johnny Aggression; I can assure you that you won’t get any more wins over us. So go ahead and enjoy the feeling of beating a real tag team for once.”

Lee Ryan: “You quite finished blowing your own…”

Rage: “Before you finish that thought, allow me to introduce to you my new personal security detail, Mr. Larson. So, while this is an open forum talk show here and I enjoy the right to free speech as much as the next guy does, just be aware of what you say and do on MY set. This show is not a prelude to a fight, and this is not a place to come and disrespect the host…me. You can come out here, we can have a nice interview, and you can state your peace about any matters you see fit…anything else may result in your rapid departure from this set courtesy of Mr. Larson Airlines. Sorry, I am required to say all of that as a disclaimer…please, continue your statement Mr. Ryan.”

Lee Ryan: “…Well Mr. Larson had better stop looking at me like I’m a t-bone steak and we won’t have any trouble! Seriously by the look of him he’s either gonna break my leg, eat my leg, or HUMP my leg! But in regards to what I’m assuming was an attempted notice of congratulations about me and my brother kicking yours and “Ikea’s” assess at VWF Underground, I say thank you. But for a group that’s…what did you say…”Second Best”, we do have an overwhelming, if not unsurprising, number of victories over the Elite! But you go ahead and hash things out with YOUR partner.”

Once again showing his discontent, Rage keeps up the “good behavior” and moves on.

Rage: “That may be, but we had a lot of dead weight floating around The Elite, but I can assure you that now that the dead weight has been trimmed that The Elite will be running on all cylinders here shortly once we kick the rust off.

Now, it seems as if the two of us are going to be seeing a lot of each other around here. It looks as if we are going to not only be working against one another, but we are also going to go over to Beach Championship Wrestling and show them what the VWF is all about. Now, you and I both know that if we step into the ring against each other that we can work just fine and tear the house down, but what I would like to know from you is, how do you think that Trinity and The Elite will work together as a team over at BCW?”

Lee Ryan: “Wow an actual thought provoking question! I didn’t know you knew how to ask those. As far as Trinity is concerned, we have a job to do. BCW wants to come over here spouting out challenge after challenge about how they are greater. Well The Elite Playaz showed your boys The Black Republicans what happens when you can’t back up a challenge! This will be no different; the guys we’re competing against, I don’t actually have a problem with, but it’s by association that this has all come around. All because the BCW head, Timothy Kahrs decided to run his mouth. Now he has to put his money where his mouth is and unfortunately these guys have just been put in the wrong place at the wrong time!”

Rage: “Let me ask you about the number one contender’s match that you and your brother just won at Halloween Massacre, it was quite an interesting match to say the least. You guys fought all over the arena and did I even see ketchup and mustard involved as what could only be described as an ‘All That’ Lee Ryan-dog. What was going through your mind in the closing minutes of that match knowing that it was possible for you to get placed inside a real live casket? That has to bring a little extra motivation to a person?”

Lee Ryan: “Well it wasn’t comfortable in there, that’s for damn sure! It’s those situations where you have to dig down deep; The Viking King put me and my brother in that situation to try and get back at us, so that in itself was motivation enough!”

Rage: “Well, you and your brother sure handled the pressure well…of course you were facing a mediocre tag team at best. You have to be relieved that you didn’t face any real competition at HM?

Lee Ryan: “What, you mean someone like you?”

Choosing to ignore Lee’s last comment, Rage continues.

Rage: “Of course you are relieved and now you and your brother, Franken-Steve, have practically a free ride to the top of the VWF Tag Team Division as you will be facing The Elite at The End 8. Do you think that going into this match that you and your brother will need to do some extra preparation? I mean, it is the match of a lifetime for the two of you.”

Lee Ryan: “It’ll just be another day at the office! Besides, you’re getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren’t you…”

Cutting Lee off mid sentence, Rage starts to speak up.

Rage: “Actually, speaking of championship matches at The End 8, I have a huge United States Title shot at the event. Man, it is sure going to be a match for the ages. It will be worth the price of the Pay-Per-View to watch me win my second VWF title belt in less than a year.”

Suddenly, a voice is heard over the loud speakers. The camera view switches to the entrance aisle to find Lee Ryan’s brother, Steve, walking to the ring with a purpose.

Steve Ryan: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I gotta say something. I was back stage watching the show and I couldn’t stand to hear anymore! Rage do I really need to list out the contents of Trinity’s trophy cabinet? Do you need me to remind you that within the group we’ve collectively held the VWF Hardcore title four times! That we’ve held the VWF Britannia Championship, the VWF Women’s title, the Intercontinental title, the Eurocontinental title and held the VWF World Heavyweight Championship a combined total of three times! Not to mention accolades like the Eddie Guerrero Memorial Trophy and the Brazilian Death Match Sceptar; which by the end of tonight, I will also hold!”

Lee Ryan: “Ladies and Gentlemen, my brother, “The Crippler” Steve Ryan!”

Steve Ryan motions up the steps and into the ring. Mr. Larson steps forward so he is now next to Rage.

Rage: “What the hell are you doing here? This is my show damn it! I’m the host and as such I demand respect! You were not invited to be on the show so you have no right to be out here! Mr. Larson, get him out of here!”

Mr. Larson forcefully grabs hold of Steve Ryan’s arm to remove him for the ring. Reacting out of pure instinct, “The Crippler” delivers a monstrous clothesline that sends Rage’s own personal security guard over the top rope and down to the floor. Rage attacks out of anger, catching Steve Ryan on the forehead with his microphone; the big man staggers back as Rage gets another quick shot in to knock him off of his feet before “All That” charges in and knocks Rage down. Steve Ryan gets back up, a little bit woozy, but has the wits about himself to pick Rage up and send him toward a super kick from Lee Ryan and Rage goes down. Steve and Lee begin to stomp away at Rage, who has minimal fight left. Outside of the ring, the pissed off Mr. Larson reaches underneath the ring for a chair and then slides back into the ring. Lee notices the security guard approaching and warns Steve. The Ryan brothers make a retreat to the outside of the ring where they are met by VWF security who promptly escort Lee Ryan outside of the building while the crowd loudly chants ‘T.E.P.!’




Ian Credible (c) Vs. Teh Savage Youth
Submission Only Match,
( Eddie Guerrero Memorial Trophy )

(-(-(<“The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” hits the loud speakers and the fans start to boo right away, Savage Youth comes walking out with his arms spread in the air. He spins around at the top of the ramp before coming to a stop. He looks at the fans and smirks, he whips off his shoulders and keeps walking down the ramp. He gets to the ring and slides underneath the ropes and quickly jumps over to the ropes where he stands on the middle rope with his arms spread out. The fans are booing like crazy but the camera flashes are almost blinding! Savage Youth steps down from the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring looking at the entrance waiting for his opponent to come down.

JOEY STYLES: Savage Youth is looking very confident in that ring tonight! I hope Ian Credible is as ready as he is!

P. LICKIN: I was ready for your mom last night!

JOEY STYLES: I can see where this is going

P. LICKIN: Your mom was going down south… LAST NIGHT!

JOEY STYLES: sigh… I’m in for a long night…

P. LICKIN: That’s what she said

JOEY STYLES: Who?

P. LICKIN: Your mom

Stacy Fox: And his opponent he hails from Manchester, England he is the current Britannia Heavyweight Champion, and he weighs in at 6’3 265 pounds Ladies and Gentleman IIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN CCCCRRREEEEDDDDDIIIIIIIIBBBBLLLLLEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I am the One and Only “Hits the loud speakers and the fans cheer, very loud. Ian comes walking down his Britannia title draped over his shoulder. Credible is smirking from ear to ear as he walks down to the ring, he stops at one fan and looks at her and leans like he going to hug her, but instead he takes her Hot Dog! He takes a bite of it and gives it back! Credible then gets to the bottom of the ramp and looks at Savage who flexing his muscles at Ian. Ian just laughs and slides under the bottom rope, both men get face to face Credible then looks at Savage Youth then to his title, Savage Youth then looks like he is about to walk away but then turns and spits right in the face of Ian Credible!!!

JOEY STYLES: What a complete lack of respect showed by Savage Youth here folks!

P. LICKIN: I know, that’s why he is my pick for this match

Ian Credible takes the title of his shoulder and tosses it aside he then whips his face and looks right and Savage Youth and pushes him back Savage Youth stumbles back but comes running back at Ian Credible …. Ian Credible ducks BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!! Ian Credible stands on top of Savage Youth and SPITS on him to return the favor! Savage Youth jumps to his feet quickly! They lunge at each other they lock up! Savage Youth looking like he is getting the advantage, he does! He tosses Ian Credible to the mat! Ian Credible gets up and they start to circle each other, they lock up again! This time before Savage Youth can’t do anything Ian Credible knees him in the midsection, Savage Youth hunches over Ian Credible bounces off the rope and delivers a Knee lift to the face!!! Savage Youth tumbles holding his face! Ian Credible looks down at Savage Youth who is looking up at him holding his mouth… Ian Credible points to his head as to say “Not so smart now are ya” Savage Youth gets to his feet and him and Ian Credible get face to face one more time!! Savage Youth with a Left! Ian Credible with a right! Savage Youth with a Left!! Ian Credible with a Left, and a right, and another left!!! He grabs Savage Youth whips him into the ropes, Ian Credible bounces off the other side BOOM THEY BOTH COLLIDE IN MID AIR!!!!

JOEY STYLES: Both men were thinking the same thing there Kyle!

P. LICKIN: Seriously? You almost had me fooled there for a second

JOEY STYLES: That was some big impact, seems they’ve both studied each other pretty well!

P. LICKIN: I gave your Mom some big impact last night; she studied me pretty well…

Both Ian Credible and Savage Youth rise to there knees. Savage Youth is the first to his feet; he walks over and grabs Ian Credible by the back of the neck. Ian Credible stops any motion that Savage Youth had planned by punching Savage Youth in the mid section, Savage Youth bends over in pain and Ian Credible grabs him and nails him with massive DDT!!! Savage Youth head bounces off the ring!!! Ian Credible goes for the cover!

Savage Youth kicks out! Ian Credible jumps to his feet! Ian Credible turns around and Savage Youth is standing up YO-YO DRIVER!!!!!!!!! HE NAILS IT!!!!!! IAN CREDIBLE IS DOWN!! CREDIBLE IS DOWN!!!

JOEY STYLES: IT’S OVER!!!!! SAVAGE YOUTH WINS, SAVAGE YOUTH WINS!!!!!

He jumps to his feet he grabs Ian Credible and goes to whip him into the ropes, Ian Credible bounces off the side of the ropes, Savage Youth goes for a closeline Ian Credible ducks turns around IAN SANE!!! HE NAILS IT!!!!!

JOEY STYLES: What a Match!!!!

Ian Credible slaps the mat. Savage Youth is slowly getting up! As is Ian Credible, he turns around and starts to toss left and rights at Savage Youth sending him into the corner!! Savage Youth then delivers an uppercut!! This sends Ian Credible to the mat fast! Savage Youth looks down at Ian Credible and then at the fans, he starts to climb to the top rope!!! Savage Youth is on the top rope!!!

JOEY STYLES: That is no man’s land for him!!!

P. LICKIN: I could say it, but you already know…

Savage Youth is taunting the fans!!! Ian Credible jumps to his feet!!! HE RUNS AT SAVAGE YOUTH WHO DOES NOT SEE HIM…..IAN JUMPS TO THE TOP ROPE SUPER PLEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!!!!!!

P. LICKIN: Did you just look at my Johnson?

JOEY STYLES: …

P. LICKIN: Oh, because that was the same reaction your mom had when she saw it!

Savage Youth is not moving Ian Credible get s to his feet, and walks over to the corner. Savage Youth gets up and is standing in the middle of the ring look over at Ian Credible. Ian Credible slowly walks to the middle of the ring both men are face to face. They begin Jawing at one another. Ian Credible then slaps Savage Youth upside the head. Savage Youth retaliates with a massive closeline!!! Ian Credible hits the mat hard!!! Savage Youth then picks up Ian Credible and whips him into the Corner… Savage Youth follows him in there and nails him with a drop kick… Savage Youth then gets back to his feet, and continues to punch and kick Ian Credible in the midsection! Ian Credible is trying to block it but no such luck….. Savage Youth begins to out power Ian Credible with left and right and boots to the face!! Savage Youth places Ian Credible on the top rope!!! Savage Youth climbs up there as well!!! Savage Youth is standing with his back facing the ring!!! He somehow gets Ian Credible standing up there, with his back facing the fans!!! Savage Youth raps his arm around the back of Ian Credible neck!!! HE LIFTS CREDIBLE UP!!!

JOEY STYLES: What Balance!!! Ian seems to be 10 feet in the air!!!!

SAVAGE YOUTH LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!! BRAINBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOEY STYLES: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! THAT WAS INSANE!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!!!! CREDIBLE IS DEAD…HE HAS TO BE!!!!

Ian Credible is now bleeding from the back of his head not is not moving!!! Savage Youth shakes his head and gets to his feet!

JOEY STYLES: Dammit!! Savage Youth you have this thing won!!!

Savage Youth is crouching in the corner… Ian Credible is still not moving! After a few moments Ian Credible starts to move…… Ian Credible is getting to his feet….SAVAGE YOUTH RUNS OUT YO-YO DRIVER!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! IAN CREDIBLE PUSHES HIM OFF…. And locks him into a Step over Toehold Sleeper!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE NAILS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOEY STYLES: Where did that come from!!!

The ref checks the hold; both men are in the ring. Savage Youth is reaching for the ropes but he can’t move. Credible locks the hold on tighter!!! Savage Youth’s face begins to turn purple. He reaches out again and tries to get out only having Ian Credible lock the hold on as tight as he can! Savage Youth slams his hand on the mat tapping repeatedly like he has OCD, as the bell rings and Ian Credible rolls over and sits up as his music begins to play.

Stacy Fox: The Winner of the Annual Eddie Guerrero Memorial Trophy Match… IAN CREDIBLE!!!!

JOEY STYLES: CREDIBLE DID IT! HE BEAT SAVAGE YOUTH! WHAT A MATCH!!!
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Winner: Ian Credible wins the 4th Annual Eddie Guerrero Memorial Trophy








Cheyenne Vs. HisaMe Vs. Lorie McWiggletits Vs. Ariana London (c) Vs. Alexia (c) Vs. Lacey Rain Vs. Ruthless Vs. Jessica Alba Vs. Hayden Panettiere Vs. Candice Michelle Vs. Gail Kim Vs. Trish Stratus Vs. Tila Tequilla Vs. Cassidy Vs. Alannah Halliwell
Lingerie Contest - Special Host: Crimson Lightening,
( None )

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Winner: Everyone wins








Alexia (c) Vs. Phoenix Vs. Chuck Norris Vs. Mr. Fantastic Vs. Tazz Vs. Lacey Rain Vs. Vengeance Vs. Schuyler Chronic Vs. Jose Chavez Vs. Malik Logan
Middleweight Battle Royal ,
( Middleweight Medal of Valor )

(-(-( Alexia's music blares over the PA system. Alexia walks out and down the ramp and aisle. Alexia walks up the stairs and walks over the rope entering the ring as the fans give Alexia a mixed reaction. "Californication" by Red Hot Chili Peppers blares over the PA system as Schuyler Chronic runs out, ready to start. Schuyler Chronic slides into the ring. Schuyler Chronic gets up and Alexia knocks him down with a clothesline. DING DING DING! Schuyler Chronic gets up and goes for a cross body attack but Alexia captures him and hits a huge fall-away slam. Schuyler Chronic goes rolling under the ropes to the outside. Alexia gets up and goes through the second rope, then gets on the top turnbuckle waiting for for Schuyler Chronic to get up. Schuyler Chronic gets up and Alexia flies off hitting a huge flying clothesling nearly ripping Schuyler Chronic's head off to a big pop from the crowd!)

JOEY STYLES: Alexia nearly ripped Schuyler Chronic' head off!

P. LICKIN: Damn that must of sucked.

(Alexia picks up Schuyler Chronic and whips him hard into the guardrail. Alexia charges towards Schuyler Chronic and Schuyler Chronic goes to back body toss Alexia over the guardrail but Alexia lands on the other side of the guardrail right on his feet. Schuyler Chronic jumps on the guardrail and goes for a front flip attack but Alexia counters hitting Schuyler Chronic with the SICKEST POWERBOMB ON THE CEMENT!!! The fans let out a big "Ouch!" as Schuyler Chronic lands.)

JOEY STYLES: Oh my god! That was about the sickest bump in VWF history.

P. LICKIN: That was the cruelest thing I have ever seen.

(Alexia picks up Schuyler Chronic and hits a snake eyes on the guardrail. Schuyler Chronic bounces back and Alexia kicks Schuyler Chronic in the midsection and hits a suplex over the guardrail onto the protective floor. Alexia steps back waiting for Schuyler Chronic. Schuyler Chronic gets up and Alexia charges jumping over the guardrail hitting Schuyler Chronic with a flying elbow smash. Alexia picks up Schuyler Chronic and rolls him into the ring. Alexia slides in and waits for Schuyler Chronic to get up. Schuyler Chronic gets up and Alexia goes for the big boot but Schuyler Chronic ducks and kicks Alexia in the midsection and hits a huge DDT!)

JOEY STYLES: Schuyler Chronic hit the Alexia with a HUGE DDT!

P. LICKIN: We can read.

(Both men are down when "I Know It's Gonna Hurt" by Prick hits the PA system. Phoenix appears from backstage, and slowly meanders his way down the ramp...

Joey Styles: Phoenix...

P. LICKIN: He's such a big pussy, I mistook him backstage for your mom's snatch.

Phoenix stands in the ring, looking over his two opponents as the bell rings for the start of the match. Immediately Schuyler Chronic and Alexia lock up, going back and forth, neither able to overpower the other. Finally Schuyler Chronic gets some momentum and swerves Alexia into the corner. He lays into him with a few rights, before laying a kick to the mid section on the VWF newcomer. Phoenix takes advantage of the situation, hitting Schuyler Chronic from behind with an axe handle to the back. He pulls Schuyler Chronic out from the corner, and hip tosses him across the ring. Schuyler Chronic runs back, and receives another hip toss for his trouble. Schuyler Chronic runs again, but stops...Phoenix looks slightly surprised, but then turns just in time to receive a clothesline from Alexia. Alexia and Schuyler Chronic beat down Phoenix, stomping on him in the middle of the ring. Fusin turns and raises his arms to the fans, as does Schuyler Chronic, but the two turn and make eye contact, and start exchanging rights and lefts. Schuyler Chronic is backed into a corner this time, and Alexia locks his shoulders down against the ropes. He climbs the ropes, and starts laying in right fists...the fans counting to every punch he connects with...1...2...3...4...5...6..Phoenix interupts it with a right fist to Alexia's back. Alexia slumps over Schuyler Chronic on the turnbuckle, and Schuyler Chronic manages to grip his arms under Alexia's legs, coming off with a powerbomb into the ring. Schuyler Chronic goes for the cover..1...2...Phoenix breaks it up. Schuyler Chronic gets up and into Phoenix's face. The two exchange words, before exchanging pushes. They are about to lay into each other, when they both look down and continue to beat down Alexia. Schuyler Chronic picks up Alexia and hits a suplex across the ring, while Phoenix comes off with an elbow drop to the mid section. Schuyler Chronic grabs Phoenix from behind though, and connects with a reverse DDT. He goes for the cover...1...2...kickout. He covers Alexia...1...2..kickout. Schuyler Chronic looks distressed, as he walks over to Alexia and stomps on him. He then goes over to Phoenix and drops an elbow. Schuyler Chronic climbs the turnbuckle and gloats to the fans. Phoenix rolls out of the ring, and Alexia tries to prop himself up on the ropes. Alexia is up, and runs at Schuyler Chronic, who ducks and connects with a neckbreaker. Phoenix starts to get up,and Schuyler Chronic goes over and starts to bully him. Phoenix cowers in teh corner. Alexia scrambles to his feet and lays out Schuyler Chronic with a clothesline. Phoenix stands back up, and Alexia goes after him. He locks the head, and applies pressure using the ropes. The referee kicks Alexia's leg off the ropes, but Alexia puts it back on again. The referee breaks the hold, and Alexia argues with him, allowing Phoenix to capitalize. Phoenix hits a dropkick to Alexia's back, followed by a leg drop to Alexia's throat. He bends over, stalking Alexia, as he slowly raises to his feet. Phoenix hits a kick to the mid section, followed by the LEAVE ME ALONE ON Alexia in the center of the ring. Phoenix gloats to the fans, but is given little respite, as Schuyler Chronic attacks him from behind, sending Phoenix to his knees. Schuyler Chronic comes off the ropes with a vicious knee to Phoenix's face, sending him to the mat. He rolls Phoenix to the center of the ring and goes up top. Schuyler Chronic jumps off, and hits a frog splash. "Romper Culo" by Polaco hits, and out comes Chuck Norris with a good pop from the crowd...

JOEY STYLES: Chuck Norris has had a bit of a stumble in his career lately, but a good outing tonight good turn that around quick...

Chuck Norris slides in the ring as Schuyler Chronic gets to his feet. Chuck Norris charges, and Schuyler Chronic eats a clothesline. Chuck Norris back up. Schuyler Chronic also gets to his feet. Chuck Norris clotheslines him down again. Chuck Norris celebrates as the crowd cheers. Chuck Norris goes to climb the turnbuckle, but Alexia is back up, and charges Chuck Norris, shoving him off the top to the outside Chuck Norris is eliminated "I'm so Hood!" by DJ Khaled ft Trick Daddy hits, and out runs Jose Chavez. However, before he can get to the bottom of the ramp, Tazz pops out of the crowd and waffles Jackson with a steel chair right in the face. Jackson is down as Tazz laughs, and rolls in the ring. Phoenix is up and takes one look at Tazz, then passes out. Tazz begins to laugh as Schuyler Chronic hits Tazz from behind with a double ax-handle. Tazz staggers. Schuyler Chronic hits him again in the back, and Tazz staggers into the corner. Schuyler Chronic starts to lay into Tazz with rights and lefts. "Structural Defect" By Static-X hits, and Mr. Fantastic comes stomping down the ramp. VWF Officials are helping Jose Chavez up as he shakes off the hits from Tazz. Mr. Fantastic walks up the stairs, climbs the turnbuckle as Alexia gets to his feet, and jumps off hitting the MISSLE COMMAND ON Alexia! Mr. Fantastic takes the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Champion off his feet as the crowd erupts. Mr. Fantastic picks Alexia up and shoots him to the corner, as he lays into him with punches. Phoenix starts to wake up. Tazz is being hit with punches by Schuyler Chronic, but grabs him by the waist and pulls Schuyler Chronic into the corner head first. Tazz starts to hit some stomps to the back, sending Schuyler Chronic to his knees. Jose Chavez is up as VWF Officials want him to return to the back, but he shoves them off, whipes the blood off of his cheek, and goes down the ramp as the crowd starts to cheer. Tazz hits a backdrop suplex on Schuyler Chronic as Jose Chavez rolls in the ring. Mr. Fantastic hits a monkey flip on Alexia, sending him into the middle of the ring. Tazz stands up, gloating when Jackson charges, hitting a clothesline on Tazz. Tazz gets right back up, and Jackson clotheslines him down again. Tazz is up again, and Jackson shoots him to the ropes. Jackson hits a tornado DDT on Tazz, then picks him up and shoots him to the corner. Jackson runs at Tazz, and hits a climb up kick to the face. Tazz staggers down the side of the ring, and Jackson immediately gets back up and hits a drop kick, sending Tazz over the top rope to the apron. Schuyler Chronic runs at Tazz, hitting a spinning heel kick on him, sending him to the floor. TAZZ IS ELIMINATED. Jackson is running on adreneline as Schuyler Chronic is up. Jackson hits a drop kick on Schuyler Chronic. Then hits a drop kick on Mr. Fantastic. Then hits a drop kick on Alexia. Lacey Rain comes walking down the ramp. Malik Logan right behind her.

JOEY STYLES: Man... somebody in the back really wants to liven up this match. It looks like the remaining competitors are coming out!

P. LICKIN: I thought Rico already came out...

"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne hits, and Jose Chavez comes out, standing at the top of the ramp. He waits for a moment as everyone gets in the ring. Lacey Rain and Malik Logan attack Mr. Fantastic with punches, and have him on the ropes, trying to push him over. Alexia and Schuyler Chronic have started to exchange blows again. Jackson is up, and helps out Schuyler Chronic with Alexia. Vengeance starts to come down the ramp, taking his time. Jackson and Schuyler Chronic have Alexia up in the corner, trying to dump him over the top rope. Phoenix is up, looks around timidly, and grabs Jackson's leg, dumping him over the top rope to the outside. Jose Chavez is eliminated. Vengeance is on the apron and gets in the ring. Phoenix is jumping up and down celebrating. Doozer and Malik Logan are able to get Mr. Fantastic over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. Mr. Fantastic hits an elbow on Doozer, then an elbow on Malik Logan. Mr. Fantastic hits a shoulderblock on Malik Logan, then hits a springboard sunset flip. Mr. Fantastic is back up. Lacey Rain stares at Mr. Fantastic and puts out his hand, then yells out "You cannot stop the force!" Mr. Fantastic smiles and hits the GAMER OVER ON Lacey Rain! Lacey Rain falls backwards right over the top rope to the outside. Lacey Rain is eliminated

P. LICKIN: Mr. Fantastic must be a Star Trek fan...

Phoenix is still jumping up and down celebrating his eliminating Jackson. He jumps on Jose Chavez, giving him a big hug. Jose Chavez stands for a moment, then hits a belly-to-belly suplex on Phoenix right over the top rope to the outside. Phoenix is eliminated Schuyler Chronic has Alexia down in the corner, choking him out with a knee. Malik Logan is up. Schuyler Chronic motions for him to hit a splash on Alexia. Malik Logan charges in, but Schuyler Chronic doesn't move, instead putting the shoulder down and dumping Malik Logan over the top corner, sailing to the floor below. Malik Logan is eliminated Malik Logan stands up, grabs a cat a fan is holding in the front row and bites it's head off, then returns to the back.

P. LICKIN: Who brings a cat to a wrestling event?

JOEY STYLES: Who cares. We are down to our final four!

The crowd cheers as Alexia grabs Schuyler Chronic from behind. Alexia hits a facebuster. Mr. Fantastic tries to get Alexia as he gets up, but Alexia his a back elbow, and Jose Chavez grabs Mr. Fantastic, hitting a German suplex. Alexia and Jose Chavez pick Schuyler Chronic up and hit a double team suplex. Alexia and Jose Chavez pick Mr. Fantastic up and hit a double team toss over the top rope, but Mr. Fantastic skins the cat. Both men turn their backs and Jose Chavez hits a leg drop. Alexia hits a standing senton on Schuyler Chronic. Mr. Fantastic goes to the ropes, and hits a springboard Missle Command on Vengeance! Alexia goes for a superkick, but Mr. Fantastic catches the foot, spins Alexia around, kicks him to the midsection, and hits a facebuster. Mr. Fantastic back up, but this time Jose Chavez is right there. He kicks Mr. Fantastic to the midsection and shoots him to the ropes. Vengeance leapfrogs over, and goes for the hip toss as Mr. Fantastic comes back, but Mr. Fantastic lands on his feet. Mr. Fantastic goes for a spinning heal kick, but Vengeance ducks, knees Mr. Fantastic to the midsection and hits THE END OF DAYS ON Mr. Fantastic! Vengeance take a second, and stands up as Mr. Fantastic lays in the ring. Alexia comes over and grabs Mr. Fantastic, but Jose Chavez shoves him away. Alexia shoves Jose Chavez, and Jose Chavez and Alexia exchange blows. Jose Chavez gets a kick to the midsection, and goes for the End of Days, but Alexia counters with a back body drop. Alexia turns around, but Schuyler Chronic is back up, and attacks Alexia with a huge lariat. Jose Chavez is back up. Schuyler Chronic and Jose Chavez shoot Alexia to the corner, then Jose Chavez runs and hits a big splash. Schuyler Chronic runs in and hits an avalanche. Jose Chavez and Schuyler Chronic take turns stomping on the Cabo Wabo champ, then pick him up. Mr. Fantastic is back up, and his a reverse DDT on Schuyler Chronic from behind. Jose Chavez tosses Alexia over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. Vengeance goes over to grab Alexia, but Alexia hits an elbow, then hits a hangman on the ropes. Jose Chavez staggers back, and Mr. Fantastic hits the GAME OVER ON Vengeance! Jose Chavez staggers back, and Alexia pulls down the rope rope so Vengeance falls over to the outside, however, he lands on one foot and skins the cat, pulling himself back in. Alexia rolls back in the ring. Vengeance grabs her from behind and backdrop suplexes her over the top rope to the outside! Alexia is eliminated. Schuyler Chronic grabs Mr. Fantastic from behind and shoots him to the corner. Schuyler Chronic hits a wheelbarrel kick on Mr. Fantastic, then sets him up top. Schuyler Chronic climbs up and looks to go for a superplex, but Mr. Fantastic blocks it. Mr. Fantastic shoves Schuyler Chronic off, who falls out into the middle of the ring with a thud. Vengeance capitolizes, and runs up, hitting a climb up kick to Mr. Fantastic's head. Vengeance climbs up top, and goes for a hurcanarana, but Mr. Fantastic counters and hits a powerbomb on Vengeance ! The arena is on their feet as all three men are down...

JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!

P. LICKIN: Alright... that was a sweet move. I'll admit it.

Schuyler Chronic is the first to stir, as he gets up. Schuyler Chronic goes over to Vengeance , picking him up by the hair. Schuyler Chronic picks Vengeance up, but Vengeance breaks the hold, hits a couple of elbows, and shoots Schuyler Chronic to the ropes. Vengeance runs after Schuyler Chronic, but Schuyler Chronic floats over the top rope to the apron and pulls down the top rope. Vengeance falls over and to the outside Vengeance is eliminated. Schuyler Chronic stands up on the apron, but Mr. Fantastic comes out of NOWHERE and hits the GAME OVER ON Schuyler Chronic! Schuyler Chronic falls to the outside. The ref calls for the bell! )-)-)

Winner: Mr. Fantastic wins the Middleweight Medal of Valor








The Masked Marvel (c) Vs. "The Neglected One" Steven Jones
House Rules Match ,
( United States Championship )

(-(-( The Masked Marvel opens the wooden door to the two story house. He peers through the house to see “The Neglected One” Steve Jones enter through the back door. Noticing the challenger, The Masked Marvel then charges Steve Jones. “The Neglected One” responds by also charging at the Champion. Marvel tackles Jones as they both flip over a rocking chair. Marvel ends up on top. He starts to pound away at Jones’s head. Steve Jones rolls his hips and mounts The Masked Marvel as he connects with right and left hands. He stands up and allows Marvel to do the same. He charges his opponent. Steve Jones picks him by the hips and drives the Masked man into the kitchen. Both men crash into counter. They continue to beat the hell out each with their fists while rolling around on the floor. Steve Jones grabs The Masked Marvel and slams his head into a cabinet. He then leaves the area. The Masked Marvel shakes off the blow and goes searching for Steve Jones. He walks upstairs to find Steve Jones at the top. Steve Jones tosses a plastic trash can at The Masked Marvel’s head. The Masked Marvel moves out of the way and charges the top. Steve Jones delivers a front kick and sends The Masked Marvel tumbling down the steps to the bottom. Steve Jones disappears again. The Masked Marvel regains his composure and goes upstairs. He turns a corner only to get hit with a laundry bin lid. Steve Jones delivers several shots to the body and head. He drops the lid and tosses The Masked Marvel through a wooden door. The Masked Marvel crashes through, knocking the door of its hinges. Steve Jones makes a pin. 1..2.. The Masked Marvel kicks out. Steve Jones rummages through the closest and finds a keyboard. He attempts a swing at The Masked Marvel, but he ducks and clobbers Steve Jones in the head with a forearm. He picks up the keyboard and shatters it over the head of Steve Jones. He makes a quick cover. 1..2.. Steve Jones is able to kick out. The Masked Marvel picks Steve Jones up by the hair and throws him back into the hallway. The Masked Marvel grabs a painting off the wall and slams it over Steve Jones’s head. Steve Jones staggers. The Masked Marvel kicks the border of the painting and Steve Jones tumbles to the ground. The Masked Marvel opens the hall closest and starts throwing rolls of toilet paper at Steve Jones. Steve Jones is able to get the painting off as The Masked Marvel throws him into another room. The Masked Marvel looks around on the desk and finds a stapler. He staples Steve Jones’s hand a few times as he screams out in pain. To shut him up, he smacks him in the back of the head with a package of copy paper. The Masked Marvel drags Steve Jones by the hair and takes him back downstairs, but Steve Jones fights back and the two starting to hammer away at each other with right hands and that sends both men down the stairs and crashing hard. Steve Jones is the first to get up and walks into the kitchen. The Masked Marvel staggers up and follows Steve Jones. Steve Jones whacks The Masked Marvel in the head with a cutting board. Steve Jones opens the fridge and takes a banana. He sees The Masked Marvel getting up and throws a frozen turkey at him that connects to the midsection. The Masked Marvel drops to his knees. Steve Jones walks over with an ice cube tray and slams it over his head, sending ice everywhere. Steve Jones makes a pin. 1..2.. The Masked Marvel kicks out. Steve Jones picks up The Masked Marvel and attempts to whip him into the fridge, but The Masked Marvel reverses it and Steve Jones crashes into the fridge, making ice cubes come out of the ice maker. The Masked Marvel uses the counter as leverage to stomp away at Steve Jones. He reaches down and starts to choke Steve Jones. The referee cannot stop it. Steve Jones begins to fade, but delivers a snap kick to the groin to release the hold. Steve Jones holds his neck in pain. He kicks The Masked Marvel in the gut and throws him into the bathroom. He picks up The Masked Marvel and rams his head through the glass shower wall, shattering everywhere but lucky with his mask protecting him, The Masked Marvel is cut. Steve Jones looks at the toilet and smirks. He opens the lid and stuffs The Masked Marvel’s head in it, giving him a swirly. Steve Jones drags him through the house and into the basement. He rams The Masked Marvel’s head into the steel pole supporting the ceiling. The Masked Marvel falls to the ground helplessly. He makes a cover. 1..2.. Steve Jones picks up The Masked Marvel, not being done with him yet. He slams him into the washer and then slams him on top of the dryer. He tosses a basket of dirty clothes on The Masked Marvel and walks back upstairs. A few minutes later, The Masked Marvel staggers back upstairs. He picks up a frying pan from the kitchen and searches for Steve Jones. He wanders down the hallway and finds Steve Jones, who was hiding. Steve Jones pops out, and gets nailed with frying pan to the face. The Masked Marvel falls on top of Steve Jones. 1..2.. Steve Jones kicks out, but he is also bleeding from the forehead. The two men catch their breath and then proceed to beat the hell out of each other. Steve Jones throws hard left haymakers that stagger The Masked Marvel. He returns with right crosses that drops Steve Jones to one knee. The Masked Marvel attempts a soccer kick to the face and lands it perfectly on the chin, cutting that open as well. Blood is everywhere as The Masked Marvel regains his vertical base and stomps all over Steve Jones. The Masked Marvel picks him up and they battle each other until they are back in the kitchen. The Masked Marvel grabs a rolling pin, but Steve Jones is ready and connects with a second low blow. Steve Jones picks up the rolling pin and cracks it over The Masked Marvel’s skull. He covers. 1..2.. The Masked Marvel gets the shoulder up. Steve Jones is frustrated. He looks to the fridge. Dragging Marvel over, Steve Jones opens the fridge door, places Marvel’s head inside and slams the door closed. Opening the door, Marvel slides out completely out of it; Steve Jones pushes the fridge away from the wall and slams it lands over The Masked Marvel. Steve Jones hops on top of the fridge and tells the referee to count. Unable to see The Masked Marvel, the referee shrugs his shoulders and starts to count 1..2..3.. )-)-)

Winner: Steven Jones wins the United States Championship






"Team Charisma" - Crimson Lightening (c) and Jonny Cedrone Vs. "The Elite" - Jace Gryphon (c) and Kirsta Lewis
Tag-Team Match ,
( World Tag-Team Championships )

(-(-( 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. Crimson struts down the ramp, giving a few ladies the number to his lockerroom as he gets in the ring and does a little dance on the turnbuckle. Jonny Cedrone walks silently behind Crimson.

As the opening riffs of "Cochise" begin to play over the arena's speakers, Jace Gryphon's logo flashes on the Viking Tron a few times as the intro builds. Once the intro comes full force and leads into the opening verse of the song, green and white pyros explode from the stage as Jace Gryphon walks out onto the stage. In his right hand he holds a lead pipe, and in his left hand, he holds the hand of the VWF's own Hellcat, Kirsta Lewis.

P. LICKIN: Let's get this match started!

The ref checks Cedrone's boots as Jace flexes a few muscle's as we wait for the match to get underway. (ring, ring, ring) They lockup. Jace sends Jonny to the corner of the ring. Jace drives a forearm into Cedrone's head, taking him down. Jonny drives a forearm into Jace's head, taking him down. Jace shoves Jonny back and chops him across the chest, The crowd 'WOO'. Jonny brings in Crimson Lightening for Team Charisma. Crimson Lightening stands up. Crimson Lightening hits Gryphon with a headbutt to the mid-section, knocking all the wind out of Jace Gryphon. Crimson Lightening jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Jace Gryphon. Crimson Lightening sizes up Gryphon up, then stomps him down on the mat. Jace brings in Kirsta Lewis for The Elite. Crimson Lightening catches a kick from Kirsta Lewis, but Kirsta Lewis counters with an enzuigiri to Crimson Lightening's head. Crimson is floored by a diving elbow smash from Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta Lewis is up again. Crimson moves back to her feet. Kirsta Lewis tags in Jace. Crimson Lightening drops an elbow on Gryphon, Gryphon rolls over holding his throat. Crimson gets up. Now Gryphon standing. Jonny tagged in by Crimson. Cedrone introduces Jace Gryphon's back to the mat with a devastating power bomb. Cedrone gets Jace Gryphon in the air and sends him crashing to the mat with a back suplex. Jonny Cedrone throws Gryphon off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. Cedrone begins to choke out Gryphon illegally. Gryphon is up again. Jonny Cedrone nails Jace Gryphon with a jab that would have made Tyson proud. Jace Gryphon makes the tag to Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta Lewis's groin takes a hard hit from Jonny's boot in a kick to the groin. Lewis climbs to her feet. Lewis manages to get in a back fist to Cedrone's face. Jace Gryphon tagged in by Kirsta Lewis. Jace hits Jonny Cedrone with the crotch slam, Jonny rolls around on the mat in pain. Jonny Cedrone finds caught in an abdominal stretch. Jace Gryphon looks to be trying to rip Cedrone in half. The referee is checking the situation. ... ... ... (AHHHH!) Cedrone escapes. Gryphon goes for a Moonsault but Jonny Cedrone dodges the attack. Gryphon climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off, executing an asai moonsault on Cedrone. Jace gets back to his feet. Jace tags Kirsta Lewis. Jonny Cedrone clotheslines Lewis. Lewis tags Jace. Cedrone grabs Jace's leg and takes him down. Cedrone grabs Jace and nails them with a shooting star press. The Ref counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Jace kicks out. Jace stands up. Jace tags Lewis. Before Jonny can make a move, Kirsta Lewis pulls off a back suplex, smashing Jonny Cedrone into the mat. Cedrone is left reeling after an earringer from Kirsta Lewis. Lewis measure's Jonny up on the ground, winds back, and drops a closed fist. Kirsta Lewis lays Jonny Cedrone out with a superkick. Kirsta Lewis grabs Jonny Cedrone's leg and pulls off a corkscrew legdrop. Lewis is up again. Lewis tags Jace. Jonny clotheslines Jace. Jonny Cedrone is grabbed around the waste and thrown by a belly-to-belly suplex from Jace. Jace gets Jonny Cedrone in a bearhug, Jonny struggles to breath as Jace Gryphon squeezes harder. Referee The Ref is checking for a tap out. ... Cedrone is fighting the hold. ... Cedrone is fighting the hold. Cedrone escapes. Gryphon drags Jonny to the floor. The Ref starts the count (.1) Jace Gryphon goes off the turnbuckle with a flying sommersault splash, nailing Jonny. Gryphon moves back to his feet. (..2) (...3) Jace Gryphon locks Jonny into an arm grapevine submission hold, Jonny Cedrone screams as Jace tightens the hold. (....4) Gryphon nails Jonny Cedrone with a diving elbow smash. (.....5) Cedrone and Jace move back into the ring. Jonny Cedrone delivers a low blow to Jace, Jace Gryphon goes down. Jace Gryphon is up again. Jonny tags in Crimson. Jace Gryphon hits Crimson with a right to the head. Crimson brings in Jonny for Team Charisma. Jace is left reeling after an earringer from Cedrone. Jace Gryphon locks in a full nelson on Jonny Cedrone. Gryphon brings in Lewis for The Elite. Cedrone begins to boot choke Kirsta Lewis in the corner. Kirsta Lewis takes Jonny down with a corkscrew armdrag, slamming Jonny into the mat. Cedrone is thumped in the chest by an elbow drop from Lewis. Lewis gets back to her feet. Cedrone brings in Crimson for Team Charisma. Crimson Lightening uses a closed fist on Kirsta Lewis. Crimson double underhook faceslams Kirsta Lewis hard to the mat. Kirsta Lewis makes the tag to Gryphon. Jace is flattened with a huge superkick from Crimson Lightening. Jace is back on his feet. Cedrone tagged in by Crimson Lightening. Cedrone uppercuts Jace Gryphon. Crimson Lightening tagged in by Jonny Cedrone. Jace Gryphon is taken out by a knee to the gut from Jonny Cedrone, putting Jace Gryphon on the mat. Cedrone hits the Samoan drop on Gryphon. Cedrone catches Jace Gryphon by surprise with a headbutt to the midsection Jace Gryphon plants a jab square on Cedrone's jaw. Crimson Lightening brings in Cedrone for Team Charisma. Jace is put on the turnbuckle and Cedrone executes a belly-to-back superplex from the top! Jace Gryphon is sent to the ropes, on the return Crimson executes a backdrop on Jace. Jonny Cedrone bounces Gryphon off the ropes and hits him with a jumping clothesline. Jace double underhook faceslams Cedrone hard to the mat. Jonny Cedrone makes the tag to Crimson Lightening. Jace is caught under the chin by an uppercut from Crimson. Jace Gryphon gains a respite after getting Crimson with a back rake. Gryphon hoists Crimson into the air and lets them fall to the mat with a firemans's carry. Both men are winded. Crimson Lightening crawls over and tags Jonny Cedrone. Jonny Cedrone gets back to his feet. Jace Gryphon is put on the mat by a kick to the head from Cedrone Jace Gryphon gets up. Jace Gryphon goes for a backspin DDT and pulls it off, driving Jonny's head into the mat. Jace Gryphon is back on his feet. Jace Gryphon locks the figure-four leglock on Cedrone, Cedrone struggles to break out of the hold. The Ref is checking for a tap out. ... Gryphon tightens the hold. ... Cedrone trys to escape. ... (AHHHH!) Gryphon breaks the hold. Kirsta Lewis tagged in by Gryphon. Lewis piledrives Jonny Cedrone. Jonny Cedrone's head is driven into the mat by a reverse DDT from Gryphon. Kirsta Lewis clotheslines Jonny Cedrone. Lewis is brought to the mat by Jonny Cedrone with a corkscrew legdrop. Kirsta Lewis gets back to her feet. Kirsta Lewis hits Cedrone with a headbutt to the mid-section, knocking all the wind out of Cedrone. Cedrone gets up. Cedrone shoulder tackles Kirsta to the mat. Cedrone gets back to his feet. Jonny sizes Kirsta Lewis up, then stomps her down on the mat. Jonny brings in Crimson Lightening for Team Charisma. Cedrone manages to get back to their feet. Kirsta is nailed with a flying bodypress from Jonny off the turnbuckle. Lewis gets nailed with a diving elbow smash from Cedrone. Cedrone gets up. Lewis gets back to her feet. Crimson Lightening tags Cedrone. Cedrone takes advantage with an eye gouge to Kirsta Lewis's face. Cedrone scoops up Lewis, takes a step forward and sidewalk slams them into the mat. As Lewis lies on the mat, Jonny Cedrone goes up top and nails Kirsta with a flying headbutt. Jonny Cedrone is back on his feet. Jonny puts a knee to Lewis's back and pulls her arms back. The Ref is checking for a tap out. ... ... Jonny Cedrone breaks the hold. Jonny slams into the fallen Lewis with an impressive frog splash. Jonny Cedrone gets back to his feet. Kirsta Lewis gets pummelled to the mat with a flying clothesline from Cedrone as she starts to get up. The ref starts the count. ...1 ...2 Kirsta escapes. Kirsta stands up. Cedrone takes Lewis down to the mat with him by executing an armbar takedown. The Ref asks Kirsta if she quits. ... (AHHHH!) ... ... Jonny tightens the hold. ... Jonny tightens the hold. Jonny breaks the hold. Cedrone sends Kirsta Lewis to ringside. The Ref starts the count (.1) Jonny throws a chair at Kirsta Lewis. Cedrone pulls off a double underhook suplex on Lewis, leaving both of them on the floor. (..2) (...3) Cedrone stands over Kirsta and lands an elbow drop straight into his throat. (....4) Cedrone succesfully locks in an arm grapvine submission hold on Kirsta. (.....5) Jonny Cedrone and Kirsta Lewis move back into the ring.

P. LICKIN: You can't win outside...

Cedrone succesfully locks in an arm grapvine submission hold on Lewis. Lewis gets back to her feet. Lewis tags in Gryphon. Kirsta kicks Cedrone in the back of the leg. Jonny Cedrone is nailed with a fist to the midsection from Lewis. Gryphon tags in Lewis. Kirsta recoils as Jonny Cedrone connects with a hard right to the head. Jonny gets sent crashing to the mat with a dragon suplex from Lewis. Kirsta Lewis is up again. Kirsta Lewis makes the tag to Gryphon. Jace Gryphon climbs the post, leaps off and nails Cedrone with a flying legdrop across the neck. They lockup. Jonny sends Jace to the corner of the ring. Jace Gryphon puts Cedrone on the top rope and executes a massive superplex. Gryphon is up again. Jonny legsweeps Jace Gryphon taking them down. Cedrone makes the tag to Crimson Lightening. Crimson trys for a Asai Moonsault but Jace avoids it. Jace is up again. Jace is taken down with snap mare takeover from Crimson, who quickly locks in a sleeperhold. The Ref asks Gryphon if he quits. ... (AHHHH!) ... (AHHHH!) Gryphon escapes. Crimson Lightening executes a single arm DDT on Jace, smashing Jace into the mat. Gryphon gets pummelled to the mat with HIGH FEAVER from Crimson. The Ref counts. ...1 ...2 Gryphon kicks out. Crimson is slammed back first into the mat with a snap suplex from Gryphon. Now Jace standing. Crimson Lightening gets back to his feet. Jace Gryphon ducks around Crimson, gets his arms in position and locks in an abdominal stretch. Referee The Ref is checking for a tap out. ... Crimson trys to escape. ... ... Crimson escapes. Crimson makes the tag to Cedrone. Cedrone hooks Jace Gryphon's arms and slams his head into the mat with a double arm DDT. Jace manages to surprise Cedrone with a back elbow to the face. Jonny short-arm clotheslines Jace to the mat hard, Jace Gryphon rolls around on the mat in pain. Jonny Cedrone brings in Crimson for Team Charisma. Crimson Lightening is put on the mat by a kick to the head from Gryphon Crimson Lightening is thumped in the chest by an elbow drop from Jace Gryphon. Jace Gryphon gets up. Jace Gryphon brings in Kirsta Lewis for The Elite. Lewis hits Crimson with the crotch slam, Crimson Lightening rolls around on the mat in pain. Kirsta nails Crimson with an inverted DDT, slamming Crimson's head into the mat. Now Kirsta standing. Kirsta sends Crimson Lightening to ringside. The Ref starts the count (.1) Crimson Lightening climbs to his feet. (..2) Crimson grabs Kirsta Lewis's head and bites her in the face. (...3) Kirsta Lewis takes advantage with an eye gouge to Crimson's face. (....4) Crimson Lightening takes Kirsta Lewis out with a forearm smash. (.....5) They fight into the aisle. Crimson Lightening and Lewis move back to ringside. They head back into the ring. Kirsta gets taken down with a corkscrew armdrag from Crimson. Jace Gryphon tagged in by Kirsta Lewis. Jace comes off the ropes and is clotheslined to the mat on the return by Crimson Lightening. Crimson succesfully locks in an arm grapvine submission hold on Jace Gryphon. Kirsta Lewis tagged in by Jace Gryphon. Now Kirsta Lewis standing. Crimson Lightening is brought to the mat with a snap mare takeover from Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta Lewis tags in Jace Gryphon. Gryphon grabs Crimson's leg and pulls off a corkscrew legdrop. Now Gryphon standing. Crimson Lightening is nailed with a flying bodypress from Jace Gryphon off the turnbuckle. Jace Gryphon climbs to his feet. Crimson Lightening is sent somesaulting to the mat after a hiptoss from Jace. Crimson Lightening tags in Jonny Cedrone. Gryphon is shoved to the top turnbuckle where Cedrone nais a huge superplex. Cedrone manages to get in a back fist to Gryphon's face. Crimson Lightening piledrives Gryphon. Gryphon finds themself on the wrong end of a power slam from Crimson. Crimson gets up. Crimson drags Jace Gryphon to the floor. The Ref starts the count (.1) Crimson Lightening chokes Jace Gryphon with a microphone cable. (..2) Jace Gryphon is brought to the floor by Crimson with a corkscrew legdrop. Now Crimson standing. (...3) Crimson Lightening manages to get back to their feet. (....4) Crimson gets hit with a flying forearm to the face from Gryphon. (.....5) Jace and Crimson Lightening move back into the ring. Jace Gryphon sizes up Crimson Lightening up, then stomps him down on the mat. Jace executes a perfect leg drop on Crimson, Crimson seems in a lot of pain. The Ref counts. ...1 ...2 Crimson kicks out. Jace Gryphon shoots Crimson into the ropes, Crimson comes off the ropes and is clotheslined by Gryphon. Crimson Lightening moves back to his feet. Gryphon makes the tag to Kirsta Lewis. Jonny seizes the oportunity to get in an elbow to the midsection, breaking Kirsta Lewis's momentum. Cedrone tags Crimson Lightening. Crimson boots Kirsta Lewis in the midsection and executes a DDT, putting Kirsta Lewis down. Crimson Lightening fights back with fist to the midsection of Kirsta. Crimson grabs Lewis's arm and yanks it into an arm wrench, Kirsta Lewis looks in pain. Crimson Lightening catches Kirsta Lewis with a back elbow out of nowhere. Lewis hits the Samoan drop on Crimson. Kirsta tags Gryphon. Jace Gryphon connects with a kick to Crimson's gut. Crimson is brought to the mat with a snap mare takeover from Jace. Jace Gryphon is left reeling after an earringer from Crimson. Jace Gryphon takes Crimson Lightening down with a corkscrew armdrag, slamming Crimson into the mat. Jace slowly pulls themself upright. Jace brings in Kirsta for The Elite. Kirsta Lewis trys for a Flying Elbowdrop but Crimson Lightening avoids it. Kirsta Lewis apllies the camel clutch on Crimson, Crimson is clearly in pain as Kirsta tightens the hold.

JOEY STYLES: Crimson is in trouble!

The Ref asks Crimson Lightening if he quits. ... ... Crimson Lightening trys to escape. ... ... Crimson Lightening trys to escape. Crimson Lightening escapes. Crimson Lightening tags in Cedrone. Kirsta Lewis sends Jonny Cedrone into the ropes, on the return Kirsta Lewis slams into Jonny Cedrone with a clothesline. Kirsta Lewis tags Jace. Cedrone clotheslines Gryphon. Jonny Cedrone comes from behind and rams Jace's face into the mat with a bulldog. Jace stands up. Jace makes the tag to Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta Lewis knocks Cedrone to the mat with a legsweep. Jonny is back on his feet. Cedrone gets thrown into the corner and gets boot choked by Kirsta Lewis. Kirsta Lewis brings in Jace for The Elite. Jonny Cedrone is on the wrong end of a snap suplex from Kirsta Lewis. Cedrone strains as Jace exectutes an arm wrench. Jonny Cedrone kicks Gryphon in the stomach. Now Gryphon standing. Jonny flies though the air and nails Jace with a jumping DDT. Jonny gets up. Jace gets back to his feet. Gryphon pokes Cedrone in the eye with his thumb. Jace tags Kirsta Lewis. Lewis nails Cedrone with a single arm DDT slamming Jonny Cedrone's head into the mat. Kirsta Lewis shoots Cedrone into the ropes, on the return Lewis nails Jonny Cedrone with a diving shoulder block. Kirsta Lewis jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Cedrone. Cedrone moves back to his feet. Jonny takes Kirsta down with a snap mare takeover. Jonny Cedrone brings in Crimson Lightening for Team Charisma. Crimson nails Kirsta Lewis with a diving elbow smash. Crimson is up again. Kirsta Lewis is up again. Crimson Lightening rakes her fingers across Lewis's back, Kirsta holds her back in pain. Crimson tags Jonny Cedrone. Kirsta gets slammed hard face first with a double underhook faceslam from Cedrone. Kirsta tags Jace. Jace Gryphon tries to elbow out but fails as Jonny hits a belly-to-back suplex on him. Jonny gets up. Gryphon climbs to his feet. Jonny Cedrone tries to elbow out but fails as Jace Gryphon hits a belly-to-back suplex on him. Cedrone gets up. Gryphon takes Cedrone off his feet with a short-arm clothesline he never saw coming. Jace climbs the turnbucle and leaps off, nailing Cedrone with a flying bodypress. Jace Gryphon is up again. Cedrone tags in Crimson. Cedrone piledrives Jace Gryphon. Jace's groin takes a hard hit from Crimson's boot in a kick to the groin. They lockup. Cedrone sends Jace to the corner of the ring. Gryphon slowly pulls themself upright. Crimson brings in Jonny for Team Charisma. Jace tries to elbow Cedrone in the head but is unsuccessful as Jonny hits a german suplex. Jonny Cedrone sucks chants start in the crowd. Jonny Cedrone is back on his feet. Jace Gryphon climbs to his feet. Jonny sends Jace Gryphon to ringside. The Ref starts the count (.1) (..2) Jace Gryphon gets laid out with a reverse neckbreaker from Jonny Cedrone, laying Jace out. Now Cedrone standing. (...3) Jonny jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Gryphon. Now Gryphon standing. (....4) Jace Gryphon knocks Jonny Cedrone to the floor with a legsweep. (.....5) Gryphon takes Cedrone into the ring. Jace kicks Cedrone in the head on the mat. Jonny climbs to his feet. Jace is nailed with a fist to the midsection from Cedrone. Cedrone tags Crimson. Gryphon hits the mat hard with an atomic drop from Cedrone. Jace Gryphon strains as Cedrone exectutes an arm wrench. Cedrone executes the sleeperhold on Jace, Gryphon tries to get a hand in to stop the hold. Referee The Ref is checking for a tap out. ... ... Cedrone tightens the hold. ... Cedrone tightens the hold. ... Cedrone breaks the hold. Gryphon tags in Kirsta. Crimson manages to get back to their feet. Kirsta Lewis tags Gryphon. Crimson Lightening kicks Jace Gryphon in the head on the mat. Crimson Lightening makes the tag to Cedrone. Cedrone executes a corkscrew legdrop on Jace, leaving Jace on the mat. Crimson Lightening falls head first into Jace, Gryphon recoils holding his face. Gryphon is thumped in the chest by an elbow drop from Crimson. Crimson is up again. Jace Gryphon climbs to his feet. Jace Gryphon tags in Kirsta Lewis. Jace shoots Jonny Cedrone into the ropes and then takes them out with a superkick. Jonny Cedrone catches Jace Gryphon with a back elbow out of nowhere. Gryphon gets taken down with a corkscrew armdrag from Cedrone. Cedrone makes the tag to Crimson. Kirsta Lewis uses dirty tricks to get back into the match, and digs a thumb into Crimson Lightening's eye. Crimson chops Kirsta across the chest as the crowd 'WOO' in time with each slap. Kirsta makes the tag to Jace Gryphon. Crimson climbs the turnbucle and leaps off, nailing Jace with a flying bodypress. Crimson gets up. Crimson goes for the High Feaver, but Kirsta shoves him off the turnbuckle, sending him headfirst to the mat. Cedrone charges the ring, but Kirsta Lewis also charges, clotheslining him over the top rope to the outside, where the two fall to the floor. Jace is up. Crimson staggers to his feet. He turns around, and Jace kicks him in the midsection and his the Phoenix Rising! Jace covers! The ref counts! 1...2...3... )-)-)

Winner: Jace Gryphon and Kirsta Lewis win the World Tag-Team Championships



We see Joey Styles standing in the ring – microphone in hand as the lights in the arena dim and leave him the centre of attention.

Joey Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen it is my great pleasure to introduce tonight the man who will represent VWF in The Experts’ Rival Factions – World Class Rumble Match! He is a former VWF World Champion and he will tonight compete for the Brazilian Death Match Sceptar! Is a former United States Champion, his severity is well known in this business – he’s Injured Mark Cage, Injured The Rick, and most recently he Injured Johnny Aggression dare we speak the name of Caretaker who Died while Fighting DBR – this behemoth is also a former World Tag-Team Champion furthermore he is the Only man to win Tag Titles alone! He’s been in a Brazilian Death Match before… but he hasn’t won yet – He is a Frighteningly Determined Man when he’s got a goal in his sights! He is the incomparable, The Indomitable, The Inexplicably Violent – Da’ Big Rig! Scott Carr!

The crowd erupts for their favorite savage as the scene shows us backstage we see the corridor of the VWF Superstar's Dressing rooms. DBR's door opens and he advance from his locker room towards the entranceway, his hood is pulled up over his head. He stops at the entrance curtain and we can hear the insanity unfolding as fans begin to grow restless. The cameras change and we see the wild, excited VWF fans looking expectant as Joey Styles takes moves to the corner allowing Carr room for his entrance once he reaches the ring – The arena falls under darkness as smoke billows up from the ramp way and only two lights appear near the entrance way, two red lights aimed straight down the ramp at the ring. And with raw power and unstoppable determination his music begins as across the screen a single word flickers "Deviate" the guttural guitar riffs of Sulfur by Slipknot echoes throughout the arena, and the two lights at the entrance ramp appear to move, followed by a massive three dimensional laser light big rig that tears down the ramp leaving two trails of fire on the ramp in it's wake and four posts erupting into balls of fire that reach high towards the arena's ceiling as the transparent truck makes it to the ring and evaporates into the same blackness that now once again engulfs the arena. The ring as the announcer begins to speak, unseen for the same blackness that blinds us all.

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS TIME TO FOCUS ON THE DANGER! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a Measure of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and Weighting in tonight at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Fatal Phenomenon... he is ALL HATE! He is the one... the only... The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging SICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER! D-B-R! SCOTT CARR!

All the while - the most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer his name chanting "D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R!" their girder rattling cries echo incessantly through the pitch darkness. A solitary red spotlight on the entranceway appears just before DBR bursts through the curtain; his head is rocking to the beats of his own intro the lights begin to strobe red and black in time with the music as he runs his hand across his heart and points out to the audience. The darkness beneath his hood is covering his blood red eyes, and casting his face in shadow for a moment as he stops dead in his tracks and glares out from under it across the audience. We see a sadistic smile creep across his face as he lifts his head looking skyward towards the upper levels of the arena as his cult-like following of loyal career-long fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR action figures, toilet paper and other paraphernalia as high into the air as they can reach, most also letting fly their own Devil Horns high signs. With most of the audience behind him it's harder now to hear those who oppose DBR's style, although they are still out there and between them all they do still have a powerful, audible voice - DBR's grin widens and growing ever more frightening and disturbing as he picks up on hearing these critics, his grin becomes a sadistic smile. The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood while he roars back at his wild fans that are cheering so ravenously for him. DBR runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, holding his Devil Horn high sign up for one and all - pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage to the far side, Carr throws both arms up with his Devil horns high sign, his fans reply in kind with their pop and reciprocated hand gestures. Carr unzips his hoody before he rips off his toque and tosses it to the crowd. DBR makes his way back to the center of the ramp way, flipping open his undone hoody. DBR pulls his hoody off and throws it into the other side of the crowd as he descends the ramp advancing towards the ring while a rain of DBR Toilet Paper flies out of fans hands landing across the ramp way, the red and black trails end up crossing all around DBR, who catches a few during his stride and tosses them back out to the crowd. As braggadocios and opinionated as he is, DBR's nearly constantly moving lips give us a good hint that he's doing some verbal chest pounding for anyone near enough to hear him. DBR reaches out into the audience. He shakes, smacks and touches the out stretched hands of the unsettlingly loud fans brandishing his merchandise. DBR makes his way across the ramp like this the whole way down seeming to enjoy the contact with his sadistic fans on both sides of the ramp way although he does also seem to take great revelry in throwing the occasional middle finger in the faces of those who jeer him. DBR finishes his saunter down the last of ramp way, he then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, he jumps to his feet and holds his right hand palm outstretched - towards the agitated and excited members of the crowd, as if feeling the air and electricity that pulses from their chants. DBR thrusts both arms into the air and the two ring posts and the apron behind him all erupt into a huge wall of flame that makes a silhouette out of him but lights the rest of the entire arena. Carr tightens the “FTW” belt buckle clasping his black leather belt and he cracks his neck. He walks towards Joey Styles and snatches the microphone away from him.

Carr: WELL! I suppose I should be a lot more concerned tonight… I mean this is my second chance at the BDM Scepter – and last time I didn’t fare out so well… Barney Green, Rage, Ariana London, Steve Ryan are all first timers at this… Rick – I’m honestly not too sure, I sincerely don’t care either – BECAUSE THIS YEAR IS MY YEAR! I will end this year like I began it – ON TOP OF VWF! I don’t care if I have to end the careers of Barney Green, Rage, Ariana London, The Rick AND Steve Ryan to do it! I will have my hand raised at the end of tonight!

In behind Carr we see Joey Styles getting handed another microphone.

Joey Styles: Scott, with the loss at Halloween Massacre and the impending Rival Factions match – aren’t you feeling the strains of such highly ranked competition?

Carr: To put it my favorite way – bluntly… No, Motherfucker I don’t.

Joey Styles: But Barney Green, Rage, Ariana London, The Rick and Steve Ryan are all extremely gifted competitors.

Carr: They’re all a bunch of fucking victims waiting for me to sign off on their toe tags! DON’T TRIVIALIZE WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF!

Joey Styles: I wasn’t.

Carr: YOU WERE! This Rival Factions match… This BDM Scepter match… everyone wants to talk so much shit about what everyone else is doing – everyone wants to prattle the fuck on painfully endlessly because of how talented this person is, or how much heart that person possesses… WELL WHAT ABOUT THE HATE?

Joey Styles: No one is counting you out…

Carr: I don’t care if they are or they aren’t… all I’ve ever cared about is producing results… being the single best I can be! And if that means that Barney Green, Rage, Ariana London, The Rick, Steve Ryan or any other motherfucker needs to be left beaten, battered, bloody and humiliated in the middle of a wrestling ring – SO FUCKING BE IT!

Joey Styles: Your fervor is that of legends… you’re impassioned as you are severe but you are up for a busy month Scott, you have to see that.

Carr: I see it… I just don’t care. I know unlike each and every petulant little FUCK I’m going to face down this month… I will Never Give Up! I will Never Lay Down! I know they are all driven by their success… they are all goal oriented and shit, eh? Me? I do this because I like to hurt people – I like to be the very best at it.

Joey Styles: Well when it comes to flat out brutality you have that hands down.

Carr: Other than Ariana London, there isn’t one fucker in this match that hasn’t at one point or another crossed me…. There isn’t one fucker in this bitch that hasn’t in some way caused me Great Reason to Cripple them! There isn’t one of them who are safe…

Joey Styles: Barney Green will be someone you’ll have had to face twice after Rival Factions – what if anything do you have to say to him?

Carr: Simple… Jenny Motherfucking Craig.

Joey Styles: What?

Carr: I mean to say that Tons of Fun there needs to try a sit up or two – he has the balls to go calling himself a professional wrestler and that tubby bitch probably hasn’t seen his dick since the last time I went twenty four hours without swearing. Barney is an amazing talent… but he isn’t me… I’ve looked into his eyes – I’ve seen the fear in him. He knows what I’m about, he’s one of the three men involved in this match who actually has an idea of how far I’m willing to drag him down into depravity and despair just to have my hand held high at the end of the match.

Joey Styles: Who are the other two?

Carr: The Rick and Rage.

Joey Styles: You’d say The Rick knows you well?

Carr: I’d say, unlike the rest of Trinity – The Rick is a smart enough man to see through facades he’s a smart enough man to see that people like Lee Ryan and Steve Ryan are temporary backing while he needs it. The Rick is smart enough to know that I am every inch as vicious and merciless as I say I am… he was one of the first men who I put on the shelf here in VWF – it took but one chair shot to show VWF that The Rick was a rank fucking pussy! Something he’s promoted to no end for quite some time. I mean really – who knew he’d end up running with Two Cunts AFTER Stacy H’s departure? I know I didn’t… I thought he’d just crawl into obscurity and disappear. Unfortunately for him though he didn’t… he signed a contract along with that shaved fucking monosyllabic baboon, Steve Ryan.

Joey Styles: Steve Ryan is an opponent that people favor seeing you face. He is one of the few men in VWF who can actually stand power for power with you. Does that concern you at all?

Carr: Nope.

Joey Styles: Not at all?

Carr: Why should it?

Joey Styles: Well he’s…

Carr: HE’S FUCKING WHAT!? SIX FOOT NINE!? THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS!? WHAT!? What about this Bitch who is MUCH FUCKING SMALLER THAN MYSELF – SHOULD I BE SO WOEFUL AND WARY OF?

Joey Styles: Well he was brought into VWF to -

Carr: He was brought in to be a thorn in my side, a bane to my existence – sure, he had a great opener – he came in to blind side me. But what’s he been up to except kissing Lee’s ass since then? If he’s such a domineering powerhouse – why is it VWF didn’t choose him to rep VWF in the Rival Factions main event? Why? BECAUSE HE’S A FUCKING PUNK BITCH! THAT’S WHY! I’d say he could suck my cock, but that fucking juice popping fuck wouldn’t recognize a dick that wasn’t left shriveled and useless from Steroid Abuse! I mean really, if he ever realizes exactly how much he sucks and bails on his failing in-ring career then maybe he could get a job as a referee… provided he’s allowed to count by stamping on the fucking floor! Every time someone says to me “I know you’re type” – it’s HIM they should be saying that too… I am what Steve Ryan wishes he could be. I am all-natural… I am pure and sincere… I AM A SOMEBODY! And he – he will forever be underachieving brother of the Once Great, All That Lee Ryan. Not much of a claim to fame in my opinion… but hey… if it works for him – it’s the best he can hope for anyways, eh?

Joey Styles: Fair enough I suppose. Rage, what is your take on his appearance tonight?

Carr: My take on his appearance is about as lack luster as his appearance is going to be. Fuck Rage, Fuck The Elite – and FUCK the idea that I fear a single motherfucking one of them! Rage wasn’t fucking anyone before I conscripted him to The Elite! I MADE RAGE! And I can take him out just as fucking easily! I am so far beyond pissed off with The Elite… given one second’s chance – I’ll see him left crippled and EVER MORE USELESS THAN HE ALREADY FUCKING IS!

Joey Styles: Your relentlessly in search of victory, yet you insist upon sheer provocation to incite your opponents… don’t you ever worry that all these curses and blasphemes against these competitors may come back to bite you in the ass?

Carr: The only things that can Bite My Ass are The Elite!

Joey Styles: What are your views on Ariana London? You two haven’t collided as of yet – and she is one impressive young woman thus far. Does her presence mean much to you?

Carr: Yeah… it means I’m not the only Real Man a match for once! Ariana London is a threat – to everyone except me! Ariana London is one impressive talent to say the very least… but the problem she’ll face is, she’s already signed the contract… she’s already agreed to step into that ring and face me… she’s already forsaken her own safety for a chance at the BDM Scepter… she’s going places in VWF.

Joey Styles: She’s already the intercontinental champ.

Carr: I’m certain she is. The fact of the matter is this – I’m a former World Champion with two title shots coming his way! I’m the single most dominant force to ever grace VWF’s ring and I AM NOT ABOVE DECAPITATING THAT CUNT! She put her name on the contract so she’s willingly put her own ass on the line! She isn’t THAT NEW that she had no clue who I am or what I’m willing to do to opponents… she knows what type of danger she’s gotten herself into – she’s probably one of the only people in this who actually concerns me to any extent. She’s wily and capable and I will not relent until I have shown her that all her talents aren’t worth Jack Shit when compared to All Hate!

Joey Styles: But these people are some of VWF’s top talent… don’t you have anything nice to say about any of them?

Carr: Ummm…. Sure… Barney Green is the scourge of All You Can Eat Buffets. Is that nice enough?

Joey Styles: Well not really.

Carr: Well too fucking bad – that’s as good at it’s going to motherfucking get, bitch!

Joey Styles: Well with the match’s starting time closing in rapidly… is the any message you’d like to send to the other competitors tonight?

Carr: Sure is, buddy!

Carr grabs Joey by the throat and rips him free from gravity, folding him out like a rag doll he implants Styles’ lower back across his knee with The Carr Bomb and then stands back up, running to the corner, ascending the turnbuckles and roaring out with all the passion and ferocity that exsists within this company…

Carr: I KEEP MY WORD! I told him I'd leave him flat out and fucked up! AND I'LL DO THE SAME THE MOTHERFUCKING REST OF YOU JOBBER CUNTS! So... FOCUS... ON THE.... FUCKING DANGER, BITCHES!

Carr tosses the microphone aside and leaps down as Sulfur by Slipknot begins to blast through the arena again. Carr throws his signature devil horns up into the air as he exits the ring. Heading up the rampway he pays little to no mind to the cheering fans – his eyes are focused and cold… we already know – tonight… he will be severely savage and beyond brutal.




Barney Green (c) Vs. Scott Carr Vs. Rage Vs. Ariana London (c) Vs. The Rick Vs. Steve Ryan
Brazilian Death Match ,
( Brazilian Death Match Sceptar )

(-(-( The scene opens on the VWF Birthday Bash Stage, off to one side a full band set up is splayed out, of all the acts in the world – Slipknot begin to pour out onto the stage. Some of the fans begin to cheer, some don’t really know who they’re looking at. In full costume, Cory Taylor takes to the microphone stand in the middle of the stage to reveal for whom and exactly why they’re here as the band begins a grand, frighteningly ferocious powerful roll.

Cory Taylor: “This big sick fuck, Scott Carr gave us a call! He said that some Maggots in VWF needed something to make them Jump the Fuck Up! He said it was a Birthday Bash and SLIPKNOT WAS INVITED! Well a Birthday is a celebration of life! A milestone of experience… love each and every day you live – And… FOCUS ON THE DAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEERRRRR! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a Measure of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and Weighting in tonight at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Fatal Phenomenon... he is ALL HATE! He is the one... the only... The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging SICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER! D-B-R! SCOTT CARR! PASS THE MATCHES - LIGHT THOSE CANDLES AND BREATH IN SOME SULFUR!

My guilt and my shame! Always sell me short always feel the same - And my face and my soul! Always wear me thin always under control - But the longest hours you'll have in your life! Are the ones you sit through to know if you're right So I'll wait but I'll pray that I'm wrong Because I think I know what's going on!”

The most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer a name - chanting "D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R!" their girder rattling cries echo incessantly through the pitch darkness. A solitary red spotlight on the entranceway appears just before DBR bursts through the curtain; his head is rocking to the beats of the band. The lights begin to strobe red and black in time with the music as he runs his hand across his heart and points out to the audience and then over to Slipknot. The darkness beneath his hood is covering his blood red eyes, and casting his face in shadow for a moment as he stops dead in his tracks and glares out from under it across the audience.

”So let me get this straight the only will is my own! I do whatever I want and stay alone! All my decisions make it! Untouchable and tainted! I'm gonna suffer for the rest of my life - But I will always find a way to survive - I'm not a failure but I know what It's like! I can take it Or leave it Or die!”

We see a sadistic smile creep across his face as he lifts his head looking skyward towards the upper levels of the arena as his cult-like following of loyal career-long fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR action figures, toilet paper and other paraphernalia as high into the air as they can reach, most also letting fly their own Devil Horns high signs. DBR's grin widens growing ever more frightening and disturbing as his grin becomes a sadistic smile we see him mouthing the words to the chorus as Cory Taylor begins to belt it out at the top of his lungs.

”STAY...You don't always know where you stand! 'Till you know that you won't run away! There’s something inside me that feels - LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR...”

The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood while he roars back at his wild fans that are cheering so ravenously for him. DBR runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, holding his Devil Horn high sign up for one and all - pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage to the far side, Carr throws both arms up with his Devil horns high sign, his fans reply in kind with their pop and reciprocated hand gestures. Carr runs into the middle of the maddeningly powerful group banging his head to the sounds of the drastic beats.

”STAY...You don't always know where you stand! 'Till you know that you won't run away! There’s something inside me that feels - LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR...”

”My life is undone I'm a sinner to most but a sage to some And my Gods are untrue I'm probably wrong but I'm better than you! And the longest hours I had in my life - Were the ones I went through to know I was right! So I'm safe but I'm a little outside - I'm gonna laugh when I'm buried alive!”

Carr unzips his Slipknot hoody before he rips off his toque and tosses it to the crowd. DBR makes his way back to the center of the ramp way, flipping open his undone hoody. DBR pulls his hoody off and throws it into the other side of the crowd as he descends the ramp advancing towards the ring while a rain of DBR Toilet Paper flies out of fans hands landing across the ramp way, the red and black trails end up crossing all around DBR, who catches a few during his stride and tosses them back out to the crowd. As braggadocios and opinionated as he is, DBR's nearly constantly moving lips give us a good hint that he's doing some verbal chest pounding for anyone near enough to hear him. DBR reaches out into the audience. He shakes, smacks and touches the out stretched hands of the unsettlingly loud fans brandishing his merchandise.

”STAY...You don't always know where you stand 'Till you know that you won't run away There’s something inside me that feels LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR...”

DBR makes his way across the ramp like this the whole way down seeming to enjoy the contact with his sadistic fans on both sides of the ramp way although he does also seem to take great revelry in throwing the occasional middle finger in the faces of those who jeer him. DBR finishes his saunter down the last of ramp way, he then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, he jumps to his feet and holds his right hand palm outstretched - towards the agitated and excited members of the crowd, as if feeling the air and electricity that pulses from their chants. DBR thrusts both arms into the air and the two ring posts and the apron behind him all erupt into a huge wall of flame that makes a silhouette out of him but lights the rest of the entire arena.

“LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR... LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR...”

Carr tightens the “FTW” belt buckle clasping his black leather belt and he cracks his neck.

“STAY...You don't always know where you stand 'Till you know that you won't run away There’s something inside me that feels LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR...”

Carr charges into the corner and runs up the turnbuckles – he roars out at the fans, his head still rocking away to the live band blasting a cacophony of pure power metal out through the audience.

“STAY...You don't always know where you stand 'Till you know that you won't run away There’s something inside me that feels LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR... LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR... LIKE BREATHING IN SULFUR!”

Carr turns and nods to the band as they exit the stage and he makes his way to a neutral corner to prepare for the match, the ref comes up to him and does a quick pre-match check.

)-)-)

Winner: Scott Carr wins the Brazilian Death Match Sceptar



(As soon as the carnage has been removed, "Think About The End" by Anthrax hits, and out comes VWF Owner, President, and Master, The Viking King, alone. The Viking King comes down to the ring with a mic and a chorus of boos. The Viking King has a black arm band on his left arm, and stands in the rings, not taunting the crowd. He begins to speak...)



THE VIKING KING: Two years ago we lost someone that was very special. Eddie Guerrero. This year, I continue his memory with this show. Our anniversary spectacular. The Big Birthday Bash is a show that would make Eddie proud I think, and that is one of the many reasons I will return, year after year, to do it. The VWF will be around long after I am gone completely, but this show... Will go on. It has been my utmost pleasure to bring tonight's show to you all, and I hope that you find it satisfactory. And now. Timekeeper... if you please... the ten bells...

(Triple B bows his head, and invites you to press play below. It is roughly 6 minutes long, and has been compressed down to under 5MB, so it can be viewed more easily. Thank you for your dedication to The VWF. Whether you have been with us for 8 days, 8 months, or 8 years. You are family, and always welcome in these doors, which God willing, will NEVER close...)





CREDITS
Eddie Guerrero Memorial Match
By Steven Ryan

Lingerie Contest
By Triple B

Middlweight Battle Royal
By Triple B

United States Title Match
By Lee

World Tag-Team Title Match
By Triple B

Main Event - Brazilian Death Match
By Scott

Thanks to everyone!