
Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Full House begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 18500 person arena.
JOEY STYLES: What day is it?
P. LICKIN: I have no clue man...
JOEY STYLES: Uh... why does my head hurt so much?
P. LICKIN: Company parties rule...
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"One More Time" plays through the arena as Bryant Tyler Calhoun makes his way to the ring.
JOEY STYLES: We'd like to welcome all the newcomers to the VWF, starting with this man Bryant Tyler Calhoun.
P. LICKIN: My friend had a dog named Calhoun.
JOEY STYLES: ...
P. LICKIN: What?
"Return Of The Mack" kicks in through the speakers and bass through out it as red and black lights shine on the stage where Chicago comes out wearing an all red Adidas sweatsuit, stunner shades, iced out Adidas watch. Fireworks rain down when the beat drops as he just casually walks through them, flashing the pearly whites all the way. Walking down like his swag is on infinity as he stops mid-ramp to mess with a poor white kid in the stands where opens his palm, reaches back and feigns like he was going to smack him, only to pull back laughing hysterically. He then switches to a Black kid next to him and then gives him the stunner shades and pats him on the head. After that, he runs to the ring where he then takes off the sweatsuit only to show his ring attire. After that, he licks his lips as he stands in the middle of the ring, looking at Calhoun.
JOEY STYLES: Chicago Creed looking to impress as well in his debut here.
P. LICKIN: Yes, but in the end only one of these three rookies is gonna get their first win here.
The sound of waves crashing can be heard before the main chorus of Baba O Riley kicks in. Sean Layne Slate comes out from behind the curtain with his surfboard in hand. He throws the Hang ten sign up to the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He places his board up against the announce table before sliding into the ring ready to fight.
JOEY STYLES: And here we have the biggest man of this match, Sean Layne.
P. LICKIN: Hey, here's a question: what's with all three of these guys being loved by the crowd, despite this being their first match here?
JOEY STYLES: I don't know, maybe the fans are just excited to see these guys wrestle.
P. LICKIN: Man, I hope one of these guys turns on the fans mid-way through the match. Gotta keep up with the rest of the business, right?
JOEY STYLES: ...
A lovely opening bout pits three rookies with technical mastery. Layne's size and strength gives him the advantage early on as he works on Calhoun, Creed standing by to pick his battles so to speak. Layne delivers a powerslam on Calhoun and goes for the cover: 1...Creed breaks up the count. Layne sets his focus on Creed now, whipping him against the ropes and delivering a clothesline...but Creed ducks under, countering into a neckbreaker! The fans are quite enjoying this as Creed gets to his feet, focusing on Calhoun. Calhoun and Creed lock up, and Creed lifts Calhoun up into a vertical suplex. Creed follows this with some lefts and rights before going for the cover. 1...2...Layne is now the one to break the count, picking Creed up and throwing him out of the ring. Layne picks up Calhoun, who delivers a right hand to Layne's gut with little effect. Layne delivers a snap suplex on Calhoun, and goes to work on Calhoun's arm.
JOEY STYLES: And if he can weaken that arm enough, Layne can keep Calhoun from using his armbar to full effect.
P. LICKIN: How so, Joey?
JOEY STYLES: If Calhoun can't use both arms to lock in the armbar, Layne can escape easier.
P. LICKIN: Ah, that makes sense.
Layne's efforts to weaken the arm distract him from the approaching Creed, who locks in a sleeper hold on the surfer! Layne is starting to fade away, and lets go of Calhoun. With Creed's sleeper hold locked in tight, the ref raises Layne's arm. It drops, and the ref makes a count of 1. He raises the arm again, and it drops leading to the count of 2. The ref raises the arm once more, but Layne keeps it up. He starts shaking in an attempt to power out of the hold...but before we can find out if he'd get out, Calhoun lands a beautiful dropkick right into Creed's face!
JOEY STYLES: Wow, that came out of nowhere!
Layne gets to his feet, and Calhoun turns to face him. Layne goes for a right hand, but Calhoun counters grabbing Layne's arm. He gets Layne to the canvas and locks in the armbar!
JOEY STYLES: But the damage has been done! Calhoun can't get in the Bryant Lock all the way, he's in just as much pain right now!
Calhoun is straining now, as Creed manages to come to. With the ref checking to see if Layne will submit, Creed stomps his boot on Calhoun's face in revenge forcing Calhoun to break the hold. Creed grabs Calhoun, but Layne grabs Creed first and whips him against the ropes. On the rebound Layne connects with a big boot that brings Creed down hard! He turns to Calhoun, and lifts him for a suplex...but Calhoun counters into a DDT! Calhoun rolls outside to the apron, catching his breath as Layne sits up. Creed staggers to his feet as Layne also is up, and turns around, allowing Layne to hit the Wipeout! Bryant hops over the ropes and charges Layne, but Layne hits the Wax Off! Layne, fully in control, picks up Chicago Creed as the crowd cheers. He lifts him up, and hits the Wax On! Sean Layne covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
The scene cuts to backstage as a pink limo pulls up. As the cameras rush over to see who is going to be getting out of it, the driver gets out. He is a small middle aged bald man, he looks at the camera and speaks.
Driver: Please step back and give the mistress some room.
He then makes his way to the passenger side of the limo. He opens the door.
Driver: Madam.
Woman: (in a country accent) Oh Jesus Christ, what have I told you about that callin me madam. Shoot!!!
The woman gets out of the limo, she stands up and ajusts herself. She turns to the camera.
Woman: Well well well, so this is the VWF. Well looks like I need to be makin my waves here huh. Just so ya know, I am Brandy Rose, and I am going to be the hottest thang here since... well I know no one here, but I am sure there are some people here who just gonna like me, but that is just dandy with me because I am not here to make friends, maybe a few playmates with some of the guys in the back.... if ya know what I am talkin about.
She pauses a moment to laugh.
Brandy: Oh and I thank you do. And ladies if you better lockin up ya purty boys, that is if you don't want them getting a taste of this smell little southern flower. But lets be serious ok. I can't to get started here in the VWF and see what the world of wrestling has fer me. But once I get in that ring I ain'g gonna be here to play, just because I look like a nice little playmate don't mean that I am, ya know. So lookin forward to meetin ya'll now ya hear. Bye now.
She is ushered into the arena as a mob of fan boys arrive.
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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“Right Above It” blasts out throughout the arena and after a brief pause, 'Epic' Eric Rosewood comes out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp in the middle of a blue and gold spotlight. Rosewood seems to be talking softly to himself as the crowd treat the newcomer to a smattering of boos and jeers. Rosewood stops at ringside to flaunt himself in front of the crowd, who boo a little more before he eventually steps into the ring and waits for his opponent with a focused look on his face.)
JOEY STYLES: Eric Rosewood has only been here five minutes and he's already managed to upset some sections of the crowd with his attitude, but can he back up it up with a result against Phoenix here tonight?
P. LICKIN: Yes. Obviously.
JOEY STYLES: Uh, what?
P.LICKIN: Rosewood didn't no-show, so he's going to kick the crap out of Phoenix. Come on man, you know this by now.
JOEY STYLES: *dude, shut uuuuup...*
P. LICKIN: What? You know how it works by now... newcomer arrives in the VWF, looks pretty impressive, Phoenix gets his ass kicked and the new guy goes on to fight some actual opponents. You've seen it hundreds of times, surely you know the drill by now?
JOEY STYLES: Your mom knows MY drill by now, that's for damn sure.
P. LICKIN: Wh... but.. I... you... HUH?
JOEY STYLES: You heard me. Now let's call the damn match.
(“I Know It's Gonna Hurt” hits and Phoenix makes his way to the ring, repeatedly pausing and looking for escape routes on his way. He gets to the edge of the ring, takes one look at his sixty-pound lighter opponent and turns to run straight back up the ramp. Before he can get anywhere however, Rosewood hits a baseball slide to the back of Phoenix that sends him crashing into the crowd control barrier. Rosewood quickly slides out of the ring and hits Phoenix with a Russian Leg Sweep into the barrier, then rolls him back into the ring.)
JOEY STYLES: “Epic” Eric Rosewood isn't going to let Phoenix get away from this fight that easily! Here he comes with some more offence...
(Rosewood slides back into the ring and immediately starts stomping on his opponent, Phoenix covers up his face and struggles to his feet, then catches Rosewood's foot to try and stop the beating, but Rosewood immediately hits the SOUTHERN TWANG enziguri, knocking him straight back to the mat.)
JOEY STYLES: Phoenix is done, Rosewood makes the cover... NO, he's dragging Phoenix back to his feet... come on Eric, get the pin, he's had enough!
P. LICKIN: I like this guy's style already Joey, he's out to make an impression, here he goes off the ropes, hits a handspring... OH, WHAT A MOVE! That's what he calls Rosewood Style, a devastating reverse hurricanrana!
JOEY STYLES: Alright, now “Epic” has made his point, he's got to make the cover and get Phoenix out of here... just make the damn cover already!
P. LICKIN: Styles, this fight will be over when Eric Rosewood DECIDES its over, not before!
JOEY STYLES: Rosewood is walking over to Phoenix, who looks to be out cold. FINALLY he makes the cover, ref counts 1...2... OH COME ON! Rosewood just lifted the unconscious Phoenix's shoulder up off the canvas and now he's mocking his opponent!
(The ref goes over to check on Phoenix and, seeing that he's unconscious, goes to ringside to tell the timekeeper to end the fight, but Rosewood gets in his face and screams at him, demanding that he let the match continue. Rosewood then drags Phoenix to the middle of the ring and climbs to the top rope, stopping at the top to taunt the crowd, who boo more vigorously now they have seen him in action, however, he wobbles and falls, missing Phoenix and landing head first next to him! Rosewood is out cold as Phoenix lifts his hands up, praying for Jesus to save him. He drops his hands, one of which is on top of Rosewood's chest. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!"
JOEY STYLES: Well Lickin', it's clear from some of the moves we just saw that “Epic” Eric Rosewood has talent, but apparently isn't ready for the big time.
P. LICKIN: In this three ring circus, it appears he isn't even ready for the side show... We'll be back after these words from our sponsors.
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(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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"Tiny Rubberband" by Butthole Surfers plays and Ingee and Shengee come out, reciting the Lord's Prayer as they makes their way to the ring.
JOEY STYLES: The Shmelky's looking especially scared tonight, P.
P. LICKIN: They must have been watching the show...
"Anxiety" by Black Eye Peas begins to and plays for a moment before Alexander Cage steps out from behind the curtain wearing dark glasses and walks out to the edge of the stage. He stares around the arena at the fans as John Steele, his assistant, walks out behind him. They then begin to make their way to the ring. Climbing onto the ring, Cage walks the apron and stops at the corner, he looks back at the crowd for a moment then steps through the ropes. Steele climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes. Cage stands in the middle of the ring and spins for a moment then suddenly without warning he grabs his glasses and throws them into the crowd and throws his fists up. Steele grabs one of his arms and holds it up as he yells to the crowd pointing at Cage. The music fades away as Steele steps out of the ring. Cage walks over to his corner and hops around pumping himself up for the match.
JOEY STYLES: Alexander Cage has been looking VERY good so far in his win last week, and with the buzz backstage.
P. LICKIN: There's buzz?
"Hit a Motha Fucker" by Three Six Mafia hits, and out comes Keith LaRue. Keith comes out with an entourage of trainers and managers, who line the ramp around him as he comes out. He walks down the ramp, and up the stairs, ducking into the ring and does a little shadow boxing as he awaits the bell to be rung...
JOEY STYLES: Here we go!
The bell rings as Alexander Cage and Ingee start out. They circle each other as the crowd cheers. Ingee stumbles over his own two feet, falling forward. Cage hits a huge haymaker, sending Ingree flying back to the ropes. He's out on his feet, but staggers forward. Cage catches Ingee and rolls him down, locking in the Omoplata! The ref checks, and Ingee is already out. He calls for the bell as Cage stands up, raising his hands in victory as LaRue looks on, impressed.
JOEY STYLES: I told you there was big buzz about this kid.
P. LICKIN: Doesn't everyone you say who has "buzz" end up jobbing out to Tazz? )-)-)
Vs.
"The Shmelky's"
Ingee and Shengee Shmelky
We see the Viking King seemingly giving a guest a tour of the arena backstage.
Viking: And here is where you will find the special equipment that makes His show possible, and also makes His show the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Guest: Who’s “he?”
Viking: Moving along down this way is a hallway that has your vending machines, your refrigerators and even your Hardcore Soda Machines.
Guest: Why is it called a “Hardcore” Soda Machine?
Viking: Watch….
We then see Thomas Liger putting some money into the Hardcore Soda Machine, but it does not give him his product.
Thomas: What the hell, man! This is not Awesome! Give me what I paid for or I’m telling your mother!
The Hardcore Soda Machine then begins spitting out soda cans at Liger at an alarming rate, knocking him out cold.
Guest: Wow….
Viking: Haha, yeah that was our Hardcore Champion once too. And if you’ll turn around as you will see this a three way crossing hallway, on this end is the restroom for your convenience. Here is your men’s room, here is your women’s room.
Guest: What’s the third door…the one with the picture of a man with glitter on his face?
Viking: THAT…is a safety precaution. The Viking King truly does care about His fed that much.
Guest: I thought you were Viking though.
Viking: That’s just how He talks.
Guest: Who?
Viking: The Viking King. Now turn this way and you’ll….
We then see Tazz choking the hell out of Phoenix.
Tazz FUCKING!
Phoenix: SCARED!
Viking: The Viking King has told them countless times to get a room. But anyways, down this way, at the very end of this long hallway here you will find the Viking King’s office.
Viking opens the door to his office, only to see his office turned into a Hawaiian kingdom with Rico laying on his desk smiling. Viking immediately closes the door before the guest can see it.
Viking: And if you stand right here you will hear the greatest beat down in the history of fedding excuse Him….
Viking reenters his office and closes the door…and we hear Viking delivering a beating to Rico, and suddenly Rico comes flying out of a wall right next to the guest, out cold. Viking exits through his door as if nothing happened.
Viking: On with the tour…..
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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“Just Close Your Eyes” hits as Zack walks out onto the stage wearing his trademark yellow trunks with black lightning bolts. Zack takes in the boos from the crowd as he spins slowly on the stage before walking down to the ring with a smug smirk on his face.
JOEY STYLES: Connors still quite angry over losing the U.S. Title to Tyler Graves at Crucifiction, and is looking to take out his frustration on Johnny Aggression.
P. LICKIN: I can't say I blame him, either...if I lost a belt backstage, without a real match to show for it, I'd be pretty pissed too.
"War" by 30 Seconds to Mars plays, as Johnny Aggression walks out from behind the curtain. The fans start to cheer as Johnny walks down to ringside. Johnny goes up the stairs and through the ropes. Johnny Aggression stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arm in the air as sparks come down from the ceiling.
JOEY STYLES: Now is the chance for the Icon to get his revenge on Connors for weeks of punishment. These two have been waiting a while for a rematch, and though the title is no longer on the line...it's easy to see they'll be fighting as though it was.
P. LICKIN: Man, I never thought I'd see such anger in Johnny's eyes. I've got a feeling it's gonna get ugly quick, Joey.
The bell rings, and just as P predicted the match quickly turns into a brawl. Connors and Aggression trade lefts and rights before Connor whips Aggression into the corner. He starts raining down closed fists on Aggression as the ref starts his count. 1...2...3...4...Connors backs out of the corner to break the count before whipping Aggression to the opposite corner and punching him some more. 1...2...3...Connors backs away again, waiting for Aggression with a smirk. An angry Aggression charges at Connors, who responds with a clothesline. With Aggression down, Connors goes for the cover: 1...kickout by Aggression. Not happy with this, Connors goes for another cover: 1...kickout again by Aggression, which frustrates Connors. Connors picks up Aggression and whips him against the ropes, but Aggression wisely slides out of the ring just in time. Connors gets out of the ring, but Aggression responds by whipping Connors into the steel steps with a heavy crash!
P. LICKIN: Aggression is showing a lot of, well...
JOEY STYLES: Aggression?
P. LICKIN: I was gonna say violence, but that'll do.
Connors is slowly getting to his feet as Aggression slides back into the ring, the ref beginning his count. He only needs to get to 4 when Connors gets back in the ring. He comes to his feet inside the ring, only for Aggression to hit a spinning heel kick to the face of Connors!
JOEY STYLES: Snap Shot! He hit the Snap Shot early on, could this be it?
Aggression goes for the cover: 1...2...thr--no! Connors just manages to kick out, much to the chagrin of the fans. They begin chanting Aggression's name as he picks Connors up, looking for a suplex...but Connors counters into the Bounced Check!
JOEY STYLES: Oh my, this match is really something brutal P.!
P. LICKIN: One of these men is gonna get the win...but it's gonna take all their strength!
Connors and Aggression are both down now, as the ref begins the count. 1, 2...Connors slowly comes to...3, 4, 5...Aggression is starting to stir now...6...Connors is almost to one knee...7...Aggression is clawing his way up the ropes, as Connors gets to his feet. The two rise at the count of 8, turning towards each other. Connors kicks Aggression to the midsection, then goes to the ropes, but Aggression hits The Snap Shot out of NOWHERE and covers! The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" As soon as the last count goes, "You Were The King Now You're Unconscious" by Atreyu hits and out comes Tyler Graves with the United States Championship in his hand. He comes running down the ramp and slides in the ring, facing off with Aggression as the crowd cheers.
JOEY STYLES: Doesn't Graves look a little... off?
P. LICKIN: He looks like the back of your mom's head. Hairy and silent.
JOEY STYLES: I hate you.
Graves smiles real wide, and tries to hug Aggression. Aggression shoves him off. Graves reaches up to his neck, and... pulls his face off? It was a mask! He was Rico all along!
JOEY SYTLES: He was Rico all along!
P. LICKIN: This is like a bad episode of Scooby Doo. Just without the hot nerds and pot.
Rico jumps around, and blows a kiss at Aggression. Aggression hits him with The Snap Shot! Aggression covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!")-)-)
(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
(The VikingTron flickers to life, as "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder hits, and out comes Crimson Lightening. Chris Monsoon, Alex Thunder and Red Tornado are behind him, as he comes out to the top of the ramp, with a mic in hand. They stalk down the ramp and all roll in the ring, hitting the four corners as the crowd boos. They hop down and stand as Crimson begins to talk....)
CRIMSON: You fans... you are misguided!
WHAT?
CRIMSON: Misinformed!
WHAT?
CRIMSON: Ill advised!
WHAT?
CRIMSON: You have no clue!
WHAT?
CRIMSON: No idea!
WHAT?
CRIMSON: Look at you! Constantly asking questions, but never finding answers! You live in America. You pay American taxes. You drive American rodes and go to American schools and breath American air and eat your Freedom Fries and shoot your Fireworks and say that you Pledge Allegiance to the Flag... but you have no idea what it MEANS To be American. You have no idea who or what you are. You have no concept of the gifts that you have been given, by being born in the greatest country on Earth! And why is it the greatest country? Because it's AMERICA. The country that brought you Democracy, Bourbon, Katy Perry, Rock and Roll, Capitalism, Breast implants, Porn... and The American Storm. This country is great because it has US! The greatest wrestlers in the world today. Not a single person in the back stands a CHANCE against us as a unit! Which is why we're going to show why we're American. We're going to SHOW Why we're better than you! Because tonight, I'm going to take on Dan Ryan and beat him at his own game and capture the Intercontinental Championship for AMERICA....n Storm. So... Chris... Alex... Red... go on to the back and make sure the champaign is on ice, because when I come back, we're going to do some celebrating. Now... let's see what the big, bad Ryan has.
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"Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins is then heard playing through the PA system and the cameras zoom in tight on the VikingTron as 'Ego Buster' flashes across the screen in rapid contrasting black and white. The video shows Dan Ryan gorilla pressing Kevin Powers from inside the ring to the floor below before cutting to the word "YOU" flashing on the screen. The footage cuts to Dan Ryan throwing 'Living Legend' Mark Windham from the second level of Key Arena down to the first level and cuts to the word "ARE". The footage then shows Dan Ryan clotheslining 'Cocky' Craig Miles, nearly taking his head off finally cutting the word "BUSTED" and showing rapid shots of Dan Ryan pulverizing opponents with his trademarked finisher, The Humility Bomb. The cameras then slowly pan out as Ryan walks down to ringside as pyro erupts along the ramp beside him. He rolls under the bottom rope and climbs a corner turnbuckle and simply glares through the sunglasses into the crowd. He glances over his shoulder at Crimson before stepping down from the turnbuckle and handing his glasses to a ringside VWF staff member and the Intercontinental title to the referee in charge of the match. The referee holds the belt up, showing the crowd what’s on the line.
Styles: Our Intercontinental Champion, Dan Ryan, looks fired up here tonight.
P. Lickin: Fired up? Joey, are you smoking weed again?
Styles: What? I don’t smoke weed!
P. Lickin: Just pole?
Styles: Yeah…I mean, no…
P. Lickin: I knew it!
Styles: Shut up and just call the match.
P. Lickin: Isn’t that your job?
The referee hands the belt off to the timekeeper at ringside and signals for the bell. Ryan and Crimson move towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring, jawing with one another as they move closer. They get within a few feet of each other before Crimson paintbrushes Ryan with a slap to the face, drawing a chorus of “oohs” from the crowd.
Styles: Wow! Crimson sure is ballsy tonight.
P. Lickin: I knew you were checking out Crimson’s package!
Styles: I…um…uh…call the match, dammit!
Ryan reaches up and rubs the spot where Crimson slapped him as Crimson extends his arms out and showboats to the crowd for a moment. He turns around and is greeted by a hard right hand from Ryan, staggering Crimson in place. It is followed up by a second and third right, backing Crimson into the ropes. Ryan shoots Crimson across the ring and greets him with a running shoulder block, sending Crimson to the mat. Crimson quickly gets back to his feet, but is greeted by a violent clothesline that spins and flips Crimson in midair before crashing to the mat. Ryan, staying on the offensive, repeatedly stomps Crimson in the center of the ring before the referee moves in and cautiously steps between Ryan and Crimson, allowing Crimson a moment allowing him to regain his whit’s before Ryan moves towards him. He reaches down to pull Crimson up, but is cut off as Crimson pulls Ryan over him and sending him tumbling over the second rope to the outside of the ring near Styles and P. Lickin.
Styles: The action has spilt out to the floor right in front of our broadcast table.
P. Lickin: Yanno, Joey, these guys are much larger when they’re right in front of you.
Styles: That’s what she said.
P. Lickin: Who?
Styles: Your mom! HA!
P. Lickin: Joey, my mom died in a freak accident.
Styles: Oh, I’m sorry, P.
P. Lickin: Just kidding, she’s over in the third row.
Styles: I hate you.
Crimson slowly makes his way to the ringside area and delivers a swift kick to the ribs of Ryan, forcing Ryan to groan in pain. Crimson follows up with a second kick, again, forcing Ryan to groan. Crimson then grabs Ryan by the back of his head and the waistband of his trunks and pulls him to a doubled over base. He then rams Ryan into the announce table and turns him around and drives him into the side of the ring, attacking the ribs of the Intercontinental Champion. Crimson rams Ryan into the side of the ring once more before turning and aiming Ryan at the ring post. Crimson begins to push Ryan towards the ring post, but Ryan counters, grabbing Crimson by the back of the head and his tights and drives him shoulder first into the ring, causing Crimson to scream out in pain and grab his shoulder. Ryan falls to one knee as he clutches his ribs and catches his breath. He moves to his feet and pulls Crimson away from the ring post and slings him into the ring. Ryan methodically follows after and covers Crimson. 1…2…Crimson shoots his left shoulder up off of the mat, breaking the count. Ryan gets to his feet and grabs a handful of Crimson’s hair and pulls him up, guiding him to the center of the ring. Ryan picks up Crimson and drives him down onto his knee connecting with a backbreaker. Again, Ryan covers Crimson, but only manages a 2 count as Crimson again fights out of the pinning predicament. Ryan gets to his feet and again grabs a handful of Crimson’s hair and pulls him up. Ryan then angrily whips Crimson into the corner and follows in behind him with a running back elbow to Crimson’s jaw. Ryan then lowers himself to Crimson’s midsection and repeatedly rams his shoulder into Crimson’s midsection, driving the oxygen from Crimson’s lungs.
Styles: Ryan is relentless tonight!
Ryan grabs Crimson’s wrist, looking for an Irish Whip, but stops before shooting Crimson across the ring. A devious smile comes over his face as he grabs Crimson’s face, squeezing his cheeks together. He looks out at the crowd and releases Crimson’s face before slapping Crimson, drawing a small cheer from the crowd. Ryan then whips Crimson across the ring and follows in, splashing Crimson in the corner. Ryan backs away as Crimson comes staggering out, he delivers a swift kick to Crimson’s midsection, doubling him over. Ryan shoves Crimson down and lifts him up, hitting The Humility Bomb, planting him in the center of the ring. Ryan drops down and covers Crimson ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" The referee calls for the bell and retrieves the Intercontinental Championship and hands it over to Ryan who glares down at Crimson as “Zero” begins to play through the arena. Ryan continues to stare down Crimson as he exits the ring. He walks up the ramp and looks back over his shoulder before “Zero” is quickly replaced by “Shame” by Drowning Pool, sending some fans into a frenzy as Typhoon Vance emerges from backstage. Ryan snaps his head around and glares at Vance as Vance stops and glares at Ryan. Ryan shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk to the back as Vance moves towards the ring. Inside the ring, Crimson is seen holding the back of his head and slowly beginning to sit up.
Styles: This can’t be good for Crimson. First Dan Ryan defeats him and now he’s staring into the eyes of a beast in Typhoon Vance.
P. Lickin: Run Crimson!!
Vance begins to pick up a little speed and dives into the ring under the bottom rope before getting to his feet. He angrily stalks towards Crimson and grabs him by the back of his head and pulls him to his feet. He then wraps his massive hand around Crimson’s neck and angrily yells at him.
Styles: Something tells me Vance hasn’t reconsidered Crimson’s offer.
P. Lickin: Fifty to one says you’re right about that.
Vance shoves Crimson away, forcing him into the ropes. As Crimson wobbles back towards the center of the ring Vance lifts him up and plants him with a bone rattling spinebuster.
P. Lickin: Where’s the American Storm when you need them?
Vance glares down at Crimson and begins to walk away as a small portion of the fans in attendance start to chant “VANCE”. He stops at the ropes and looks back to see Crimson’s arms moving slightly. Vance then turns and walks back towards Crimson and angrily grabs him by the throat again. This time, he lifts Crimson up and drives him down to the mat face-first, connecting with Black Rain. Vance looks down at Crimson, who now remains motionless as Vance climbs a nearby turnbuckle as “Shame” fills the arena again.
Styles: Vance is obviously furious with what happened on Crucifiction last week. What will he have in store for Crimson next week when these two go head to head.
P. Lickin: I may not want to know.
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(The VWF goes to commercial...)
(The VWF returns from commercial...)
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Joey Styles: Here we go folks, the main event match of tonight is a four-way dance between the visiting Alexander Starrzoë and three of the VWF's main roster talents in Mr. Enigma, Maximillian Vandiel III, and the returning former World Heavyweight Champion, Jace Gryphon!
P. Lickin: I don't get it. Why does The Viking King continuously invite other wrestlers to come onto OUR show and get into OUR ring to face off against OUR wrestlers? I mean, it's not as if WE benefit from it.
Joey Styles: Since when do you have a vested interest in the VWF? Last time I checked, you were paid on a nightly basis with prostitutes and alcohol.
P. Lickin: ... Harsh, Styles. Very harsh.
Joey Styles: Well, let me fill you in on why The Viking King has booked this match. It's because the Viking Wrestling Federation is THE place for the best in professional wrestling today. It's why we get challengers like Danny Dorling and Alexander Starrzoë. They want to meet the cream of the crop and the only place they can find that is here in the VWF.
P. Lickin: ... Did you just grow a pair when I wasn't looking?
Joey Styles: No, damn it. This is the real me! I've decided that for this match and this match only, for one night, you are all going to see the real Joey Styles. After this, I'll go back to whining about your horrible mom jokes and lack of cleanliness during every match. But, for tonight, you're going to get the Unscripted, Uncensored, Loose Cannon of Commentary and just like Starrzoë, Enigma, Vandiel, and Gryphon, I'm going to prove why I am THE best announcer in this damn business today! Forget Cole Jackson and Rocky Dalton, screw Scoop Cuthbertson and Snoop Jones, Sexy Jack and Big Stonehenge can bite me! There is one and only one Joey Styles and he is here, in the Viking Wrestling Federation!
~Back off, I'll take you on! Headstrong, I'll take on anyone!~
An apropos beginning to the entrance music of the guest of the Viking Wrestling Federation, the following guitar rifts and drum beats begin to fill the arena while the Vikingtron comes alive with the entrance video of Alexander "Starr" Starrzoë. Images of Starrzoë facing off against his competitors in PrYde Wrestling begin to flash across the screen. The words StarrZoë Entertainment appear on the Vikingtron just as the man himself makes his appearance from the backstage area, with his tag-team partner Ronnie Rampage in tow. Wearing what looks to be one title around his waist, and holding another one over his shoulder, Starrzoë flashes a smirk at the fans before he turns around for the camera to get a close up look at the black t-shirt he was wearing. On the back of his shirt, in white and red lettering, was: PrYde, THE Pride of Professional Wrestling. Turning around once again, the smirk that had been on the man's face was now a full fledged smile as he began to walk down the ramp as pyro aptly placed along the sides of the ramp began to shoot off in the air. Flashing a "money" sign with his free hand, Starrzoë continues his walk towards the ring, making his way up the metal steps and stepping through the ropes. Climbing up the nearest turnbuckle, with his free hand, he unstraps the championship belt around his waist and proceeds to raise both belts high above his head while even more pyro goes off in the rafters of the VWF Colosseum. Meanwhile, Rampage takes position on the outside of the ring, content to watch, though waiting for any chance to help his partner.
Joey Styles: And here is Alexander Starrzoë of PrYde Wrestling. The two belts that we see him showing off to the crowd are the Evolution Championship as well as one-half of the Unity Tag Team Championship, which he holds with his tag team partner, Ronnie Rampage. A high-riser in his own organization, Starrzoë made an appearance at the Big Birthday Bash and more recently at the last Full House, where this upcoming match was booked.
P. Lickin: ... Um...
Joey Styles: A former wrestler signed with the One World Coalition, he signed with PrYde after the shuttering of OWC and finds himself on a hot streak as of late, and could be set to take on PrYde's Heavyweight Champion Samuel Hessingstock at any moment. But before he does that, he's decided to take his talents to several other federations to prove to the rest of the wrestling community, as well as himself, that he's got what it takes to stand at the top of the ladder.
P. Lickin: ...
~Whatchu know 'bout dat?~
The lights in the arena start to flicker and then suddenly cease as the theme music and entrance video of the one and only Mr. Enigma begin to play in the arena. Enigma's recent brutalization takes forefront in the entrance video while the man himself appears from the backstage area, taking pause at the top of the ramp, his eyes down on the floor. As his loyal Enigmatics cheer for him, the majority of the crowd slight him with a chorus of boos and hisses. Ignoring both, Enigma simply remained still as a wall of pyro suddenly begins from both above and below, covering the man's body in smoke and fireworks. Just as suddenly, the pyro ceases and Enigma remains still, having not moved an inch. Slowly, he raises his head, staring into the ring before releasing a large amount of inhaled smoke from within his lungs. Walking in slow stride to the ring, he makes his way down the ramp as Starrzoë takes the opportunity to slide out of the ring on the far side and converse with his tag-partner on some upcoming strategy. As Enigma walks up the metal stairs and climbs into the ring, the hooded wrestler walks over to the hard camera side and leans forward on the ring ropes with his head low before removing the hood from his head, revealing the painted face of Mr. Enigma. Staring eerily at the camera and fans, Enigma made no other visible sign of emotion before making his way to a corner of the ring and taking a seat.
Joey Styles: And here is Mr. Enigma who, in his debut match here in the VWF, made "The Awesome One" Thomas Liger submit to his King of Kings manuever and later that very night, appeared in the ring with Jace Gryphon and Maximillian Vandiel III to challenge Starrzoë to a match here on Full House tonight.
P. Lickin: ...
Joey Styles: And though Mr. Enigma is only a recent introduction to the roster of the Viking Wrestling Federation, he has been a talent in professional wrestling for nearly seven years now, more recently being seen in the independent scene as of late. However, The Viking King has seen proof enough of his abilities to sign him to a contract here in the VWF and now we'll see him take on not only two other VWF wrestlers, and that's wrestlers dammit, not superstars, but also a top-tier PrYde wrestler as well in this four way dance.
P. Lickin: ... Okay, I give. You want to call this match, straight? Fine, I'm game. Say what you want about this kid, but in my eyes, he's getting a golden opportunity to make an impact in only his second match in the VWF.
~A tragic yet magical fall... from... grace.~
As the beginning lyrics to Tearing the veil from grace begins to play over the loudspeakers of the arena, a single green light appears and begins to trail from the ring up the ramp towards the entrance stage, resting there, to await the arrival of its recipient. From the backstage area, we hear a low grumbling before a loud roar as Maximillian Vandiel III makes his appearance upon his pet bear, Jeff. As they meander their way down the entrance ramp, Vandiel shakes his oak staf at nearby fans in the crowd speaking some unintelligible words. At the base of the ring, Vandiel pushes himself off of Jeff before sliding into the ring and into a free corner to kneel and pray to the diety Umbalorwrryal.
Joey Styles: Arriving into the ring now is Maximillian Vandiel III, the least experienced participant in this four way dance. However, what the man lacks in experience, he makes up for in pure...
P. Lickin: I know, I know, EVIL!
Joey Styles: No, in pure fortitude. He has not had the easiest times in the company since his arrival, but perhaps that is why Vandiel and tag-team partner Donny Blacklist have done so well for themselves since teaming together since their co-victory in the Money in the Bank match. On the next Crucifiction, they find themselves with a title shot against the Wrasslin Rangers, so what better way to increase Vandiel's and by proxy Blacklist's morale than to get a victory in this match against three primed competitors.
P. Lickin: Prime competitors or not, Vandiel's a fanatic, which makes him extra dangerous in my eyes. Never can tell what's really going on in those heads of theirs. And I don't care about the other wrestlers personally. Just keep that bear away from me.
~I! Stand Alone! Inside! I! Stand Alone!~
As the theme music for Jace Gryphon plays over the loudspeakers, the camera focuses in on the entrance ramp once again as green strobe lights begin to hit the entrance ramp while mist begins to pour out from the sides of the structure and covering the floor. Slowly, we see a figure beginning to rise from the mist, though with the angle restrictions of the camera, it's almost as if a shadow was rising up from the darkness. Finally, the figure is fully revealed and as the theme music hits its crescendo, we see an explosion of pyro from the entrance ramp as everything is cut off, revealing the returning Jace Gryphon to the Viking Wrestling Federation. Walking down the ramp through the smoky haze of the remnants of the pyro, Jace makes his way down the entrance ramp and rolls into the ring from the bottom rope, eying each of his competitors with a glare, before focusing his attention on Alexander Starrzoë.
Joey Styles: And here he is folks, back from the dead in all his glory, former VWF World Heavyweight Champion Jace Gryphon has returned once again to the hallowed halls of the Viking Wrestling Federation. The outcast Gryphon, once a mainstay on the main event scene, was thought to have tragically died at the 2009 King of the Ring in a heated contest where a severely injured Jace went up against recent Hall of Fame Inductee The Rick. The match ended in a double count-out, but Jace Gryphon was whisked away to a local hospital and had even been declared dead by The Rick. We even had a tribute show for him the next week on Crucifiction! And yet at the recent Big Birthday Bash, we found out that not only was jace Gryphon alive and well, this was something that had been orchestrated for some time already!
P. Lickin: But what was the purpose of it, Joey? I mean, sure Jace said that his plan was to destroy the Elite, but the Elite have long since broken up. Why the delay between then and the sudden appearance now?
Joey Styles: I couldn't tell you P. But what I can tell you is what Jace Gryphon has already made clear to the rest of the Viking Wrestling Federation. He wants the VWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist again. Maybe he took this match to deter comments like those made by Scott Dibiase, that he wasn't a main eventer any longer and that he was just attempting to take a spot away from wrestlers like him and others who have spent the last year working their way up the card to main event status.
P. Lickin: I'd be pissed to if out of nowhere James Vickers or The Cat showed up and demanded this chair from me. I've gotten so comfortable in it these past couple of years. And hell, we started Full House!
Joey Styles: That we did, P. So even two announcers like us can understand what Scott Dibiase is saying. However, while there is little doubt of a return of James Vickers or The Cat, and we've successfully exiled Kyle Bacon to the backstage area, Scott will have to put up with a fight as though Jace Gryphon may be misunderstood or a loner, he will certainly try to get what he wants with his fists.
The four competitors are now in the ring while Starrzoë's partner Ronnie Rampage remains on the outside. The bell rings and the main event is officially underway. Each of the four men stare at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move and thus, the first mistake. Finally, Gryphon takes charge and spears Starrzoë, battering the PrYde wrestler with lefts and rights. Meanwhile, Vandiel takes the opportunity of the suddenness of Gryphon's attack and locks up on a distracted Enigma and takes him into the air and down hard onto the canvas with a powerful suplex. Gryphon grabs Starrzoë by the hair and shoots him into the ropes and bends over, looking for a back toss. With him telegraphing the maneuver, however, it was little surprise that Starrzoë would manage to put a quick halt to his run to deliver a stunning kick against the bent chest of Gryphon who immediately staggered upwards and into the running clothesline that the Evolution Champion was waiting to deliver. On the other side of the ring, Enigma had managed to counter another suplex by Vandiel and instead peppered the one half of Blaximillion with a few right hands before pushing him into one of the corner turnbuckles. Climbing up in front of Vandiel, Enigma raises his fist into the air before pummeling Vandiel over the head as the crowd counts along, at least, until Vandiel recovers enough in the middle of it to grab hold of Enigma's legs and pulling him down onto the canvas with a hard powerbomb. Vandiel goes for a quick cover as the referee drops to the mat to make the count.
"1...2..."
A quick boot to the head of Vandiel by Starrzoë breaks up the pinfall attempt while the PrYde wrestler continues stomping away at the dazed Vandiel while unknowingly to him, Gryphon has recovered enough from the earlier clothesline and delivers a lightning fast reverse suplex on Starrzoë, only to be taken by surprise himself by Mr. Enigma who comes through with a sharp scissor kick to the face. With all three of his competitors down. Enigma looks quickly at the camera before heading to the nearest turnbuckle and beginning the climb, intent on hitting the Sonic Boom on any of his fallen opponents for the victory. But as Enigma balanced himself on the top turnbuckle, Vandiel suddenly jumped up from his prone position and ran against the nearside ring ropes, staggering Enigma enough to cause him to fall onto the turnbuckle himself. While the man recovered from what must have been a serious blow to the groin, Vandiel continued his lightning fast moves and jumped onto the top turnbuckle with Enigma, raising the 250 lbs above his head and down on the mat in a spectacular superplex that shook the ring and the impact of which could be heard in the rafters.
Joey Styles: A huge move by Vandiel sends Enigma to the canvas and all four competitors now are attempting to recover from their respective fatigue.
P. Lickin: Well, we know that Jace Gryphon still has something in his tank. We also knew coming into this match that this Alexander Starrzoë was also a big deal back where he is from. But I gotta say, I'm liking what I'm seeing from Enigma and Vandiel.
Joey Styles: I agree, P. These two wrestlers aren't afriad of Grypon and Starrzoë and are just as intent on making their names on the top of the marquee board themselves.
P. Lickin: You know, I've got a funny story that I heard from a wrestler back in the day about marquee boards and it goes a little something lik... wait, what's that guy doing on the outside?!
As the camera was catching everything for the television sets at home, Alexander Starrzoë had been the first to get up to his feet. While Jace Gryphon was beginning to stir, Starrzoë was literally screaming at his tag team partner on the outside. Furious at what seemed to be a lack of action on his partner's part, Starrzoë jumped over the top rope and then dropped to the canvas, where he proceeded to get into the face of his partner. VWF camera crews managed to get close enough to catch a few of the words.
"I'm sick and tired of this bullcrap about no weapons, damn it! When I tell you to give me my belt because I'm going to end this, I mean it!"
Ronnie Rampage could only look down on at the floor in front of his partner's arguments, which means neither man was prepared for Jace Gryphon who had meanwhile climbed up to the nearest turnbuckle to the two partners and dove off the ropes, crashing down upon both their bodies while the VWF faithful could only cheer in amazement at the spectacular maneuver.
Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!
P. Lickin: Wait a second! That's a real part of the Uncensored, Unscripted, Loose Cannon? Bull!
Meanwhile, as the three men lay prone on the outside, back inside the ring, Vandiel and Enigma were going at it back and forth until Mr. Enigma manages to get the lead off of Vandiel, and threw him into the ropes only for Vandiel to receive a gut busting spear from a launched Mr. Enigma. Raising the stunned Vandiel by his hair, Enigma took him into a grapple and raised him high above the air before dropping him hard into the Flordia Flat-Liner and covering him for the count. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" The bell rings as the camera pans the destruction both inside of the ring and outside. Jace Gryphon holds his stomach while Starrzoë grimaces hard and feebly cradles one of his arms. Vandiel looks out cold inside of the ring while an exhausted Enigma doesn't even have the energy to get himself to his feet.
Joey Styles: And Mr. Enigma comes away with the victory here on Full House! What does this mean for Blaximillion for the upcoming Crucifiction? Is this the last we'll see of Alexander Starrzoë in the VWF? And when did Jace Gryphon learn to dive off the top rope?
P. Lickin: I've got one more question for you! Are you done with this serious commentary? I want my little buddy back!
Joey Styles: That, P, is up to the ratings. For P. Lickin, I'm Joey Styles, join us on December 6th when we return with VWF action at Crucifiction!
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