Sunday, October 10, 2010
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as King of the Ring begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 15,000 person arena.
The arena is pitch black dark, with Thomas Halloway standing right in the center of the ring in a very thin spotlight.
P. Lickin: If there’s a spotlight, then it the arena is not pitch black.
Styles: Don’t you remember, it came on after it was pitch black.
P. Lickin: Yeah well, still it would be better with it all pitch black.
Styles: Then just close your eyes, it will all then be pitch black.
P. Lickin: Pitch black is pitch black.
Styles: I’m ending this…because I’m sick of every sentence ending with the words “pitch black.”
The boos are very loud towards Halloway as he pulls the mic towards his face.
Halloway: Ladies and gentlemen, boys ands girls of every age, contrary to what your precious Viking King announced on Full House a few days ago…Rico’s Runway WILL be continuing on as tradition promises…
*Fans cheers*
Halloway: However…there’s a slight change in design…something Rico is very fond of…changes. For starters…yours truly…Thomas Halloway the Caretaker…is hereby taking over as host until our beloved Rico can manage to tolerate wearing that hospital gown of his.
*Crowd boos*
Halloway: And to ensure that this change in effect is not disturbed…I have wrapped the barricades all the way around the entrance ramp and the ring…with pressure sensitive heat induced barbwire. Once even ounce of pressure is pressed against them they heat up to a devastating 984 degrees…I can smell the smoke from here…
*sniffs deep, lets out a big relieving sigh*
Halloway: Allow me to introduce my parents….
Halloway lifts up his mother and father’s skeletal corpses and performs another ventriloquist show.
Styles: Oh no not this again….
P. Lickin: *eating popcorn* I actually think he’s pretty good.
Halloway: Mother…
Halloway: (as mother) Son.
Halloway: Father.
Halloway: (As father) Shut up.
We start to here some mumbling, like someone has their mouth taped up or something.
Halloway: You just couldn’t wait till you were introduced, could you?
Halloway: (as mother) And my cookies aren’t even in the oven yet.
Halloway: (as father) How rude, blah blah blah.
Halloway walks towards the mumbling…which reveals to be Thomas Liger strapped in an electric chair with his mouth taped up.
Styles: Why the hell does he have Liger out here?
P. Lickin: Well I’ll be…they really ARE 2 different people.
Halloway: Well Liger, I am sure everyone is disappointed now considering this little predicament we have. That whatever he called himself...Impeccable...don’t flater yourself over him too much. Even Tazzy could have taken him down that easily. He’s just a kid wanting to pretend rather than be something real.
Halloway drops his parents on Liger’s lap.
Halloway: (as father) AHHH! It stinks down here.
Halloway: (as mother) Somehow I now seem to feel loved.
Halloway: That electric chair doesn’t work, Liger. So why are you strapped like it’s your D.O.E.? (Date of Execution) Because…it’s AWESOME.
Liger nods his head no.
Halloway: No you say? Now I find that unfair.
Halloway rips the tape off of Liger’s mouth, shoves his parents skeletons off him and tips the electric chair over. Camera switches to Liger’s POV where we see a gigantic pitchfork begin to lower, with some wiring connected to the barbwire so that its impact would induce a hot impaling.
Liger: What the…what the hell.
Halloway: Think of it as…an AWESOME way to go. HA!
Styles: That pitchfork is aimed directly at Liger’s face!
P. Lickin: Just like my penis is always aimed at your mom’s fac…
Styles: This isn’t the time!
*Down*
Halloway: I must admit…if I were you I’d be nervous…scared even…and I’d enjoy the sensation.
*Down*
Halloway: Oh…looks like it’s starting to swing Liger…oh my this can be interesting.
Liger: Let me go!
*Down*
Halloway: I am sensing some hostility in you, Awesome One. Don’t you WANT this to be fun?
*Down*
Liger: Hac…get off…let me out now!
*Down*
Halloway digs out a mace and electrocutes Liger with it.
*Down*
Halloway: Come on now Liger…just a few more inches and you’ll be BEGGING that thing to eat you alive, and thankful.
*Down*
The pitchfork continues to descend inches at a time…until it kisses Liger’s nose as it bleedsa little. Liger begins to sweat, squints as hard as he can, until suddenly we hear a loud gun shot, shooting the pitchfork off into the barbwire, as SWAT and local police begin to slide down the rope the pitchfork was on and surround Halloway.
Cop from ceiling with Megaphone: We have you surrounded, surrender or we will open fire!
Halloway, without putting up a fight… drops to his knees with hands on his head. The police cuff his hands, some SWAT cut the barbwire with a chainsaw and walk Halloway into a car and drive off towards the police station.
( Cutting backstage, we see Leon “Purple” Hayze standing by with Lorie McWiggletits. They are standing on opposite sides of a large, flat screen t.v., and Leon’s smile is beaming, nearly from ear to ear. )
Leon “Purple” Hayze: Oh yeah, finally Lorie, the time has come.
Lorie McWiggletits: What, for you to finally stop smoking weed?
( Leon cracks up at this, enough so that there’s a few tears streaming down his face, before he finally recovers and after wiping them away, he continues on. )
L”P”H: Oh holy shit, that was a good one. No, no no honey, the time is here to debut, right here, in front of the VWF world, my exclusive clip from “The ‘Wood”, with me playing Bud Sensa. It’s gonna be great.
LM: Uhm, sure it is.
L”P”H: Wow, and with that, ladies and gentlemen, here it is.
( Though the clip starts as we look at the t.v., it zooms in, until the black background and huge, silver letters with “The ‘Wood” is all we see. A moment later, the logo fades out, and we see Leon, in his Bud Sensa gear, as he’s leaving from a match, with Woody Harrelson and a few of his friends, waiting back stage. Leon really looks like he’s got a buzz cut, and he’s got the cheesy orange and blue t-shirt with “You Can’t Phase Me”, jean shorts, and everything. )
Bud Sensa: Hey, good to see you man. So we on, for that thing?
Woody Harrelson: Yeah, we’ve been waiting all night. You were great in that match, against Sham O’Cheesily.
Bud Sensa: You know it, cause I’m all about Honor, Courage and Commitment!
Woody Harrelson: Ha ha ha, let’s get you back to my place, so we can get you out of char…
Bud Sensa: Yeah, yeah, I hear you, but we gotta be…us, while we’re at the arena. Anyway, I gotta sign some autographs, and then we’ll get there.
( The scene fades out here, to fade back in with Leon as Bud Sensa, but not in his wrestling gear, at Woody’s mansion. He and his entourage are sitting around, smoking joints. )
Bud Sensa: Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin about. This is nice man, where did you get it?
Woody Harrelson: I do have my Hollywood connections, you kno…
( One of Woody’s friends takes a picture on his iPhone of Bud with the joint in his mouth, when Bud smacks it out of his hand. )
Bud Sensa: Are you crazy, you could get me fired. The PGWE has a zero tolerance program about drugs, of any kind. If this ever gets out…
( The scene ends, and we pull back to see Leon smiling with pride at his work, while Lorie looks aghast. )
LM: Are you serious with that? I mean, not just you, but Woody Harrelson actually got himself invol…
L”P”H: Hey, shut up Lorie, damn, what you want this whole deal to go belly up? I mean, the Viking King is making money off this, and I’m making money off both fronts, so just chill with the criticism, damn. Anyway my VWF’ers, your gonna have to tune into Stars, on November 8th, when “The ‘Wood” debuts. My episodes won’t com…
LM: …Hopefully ever.
L”P”H: Ya know what, I’m done with this interview. I showed the clip, like I was contracte…err…as I promised all my fans that I would. So uhh, anyway, back to you Joey Styles and P. Lickin, and on with this great King of the Ring!
( We cut back to the announce table, where Joey looks confused and P. Lickin just looks flat out disgusted. )
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The Rangers and the Shmelky's are in the ring ready to get things on. P. Lickin and Joey Styles are at ringside, confused.
P. LICKIN: So... The Green Ranger is now Red and the Black Rangers is now Green?
JOEY STYLES: I..... Guess so.
P. LICKIN: Why?
JOEY STYLES: I don't know.
P. LICKIN: But why?... I mean we can't see under their masks... so they could be the same guys......
JOEY STYLES: I don't know......
P. LICKIN: So Green is Red and Black is Green?
JOEY STYLES: I guess so...
P. LICKIN: And what are the Shmelky Dorks doing?
JOEY STYLES: It looks like they are picking their noses.
P. LICKIN: Why?
JOEY STYLES: I. Don't. Know.
P. LICKIN: Joey... Is this how it feels to talk to me sometimes?
JOEY STYLES: Does your head hurt? Do you feel the urge to just start slapping babies and kicking puppies?
P. LICKIN: ….... yes.
JOEY STYLES: Then, yep.
P. LICKIN: This sucks.
P. LICKIN: NOW WHAT ARE THEY DOING?
In the ring, Ingee and Shengee are playing “Thumb War” to decide who gets the “honor” of being in the ring first. Ingee wins the War, so Shengee must start the match. Shengee gulps, and slowly walks to the center of the ring. He faces off with the the Former, Herbal Green Ranger, current Red Ranger. Shengee looks back at his Brother, who tells him to kick some major ass, yo!
Shengee goes chest to chest with the Red Ranger and begins poking him in the chest with his finger. He's telling Red how he's going to kick some major ass, yo!
Red flexes his muscles.
Shengee shrieks and goes running off towards his corner and tags in Ingee. Red watches in confusion. Ingee climbs into the ring. He looks at the Red Ranger and goes running at him, yelling and arms flailing.
Red Ranger.....
…...
…...
Steps to the side as Ingee Shmelky goes running past. Red Ranger slowly walks after Ingee Shmelky. Ingee runs into the corner and starts wailing away on the ring post. He's punching the ringpost, eyes closed tight. Red Ranger looks over at Black Black Ra.... I mean Green Ranger. He shrugs his shoulders and makes the tag.
Black Green Ranger walks over to Ingee Shmelky. He taps him on the shoulder. Ingee looks over at him. He then looks over at the Ringpost. He then laughs nervously.
P. LICKIN: How do you call a match like this?
JOEY STYLES: I guess the only way I can think of, is drunk.
P. LICKIN: You have anything to drunk?
JOEY STYLES: Sure, I stole some Vodka from AlexK's Mom.
Black Green Ranger raises his fist to punch Ingee.
Ingee shrieks and covers his head.
Black Green Ranger drops his fist.
Ingee peeks, and uncovers his head. He raises his fist to fight.
Black Green Ranger raises his fist.
Ingee shrieks and covers.
Repeat.
This goes on for a few moments. Then finally Black Green Ranger yells at Ingee.
BLACK GREEN RANGER: Dude.
INGEE SHMELKY: Dude, it's ok.
Ingee Shmelky braves things out. Black Green Ranger raises his fist. Ingee shrieks and runs to his corner and tags in Shengee. Shengee scolds Ingee for being “a big pussy.” Shengee turns around and is decked by Black Green Ranger. Shengee hits the ground hard. He begins to cry.
P. LICKIN: Is he crying?
JOEY STYLES: Yes.
P. LICKIN: THERE'S NO CRYING IN WRESTLING!
JOEY STYLES: …. Dude.
Black Green Ranger turns to Red Ranger and shrugs his shoulders. He can't figure out how to fight something that won't fight back. Meanwhile Shengee tags in Ingee. Shengee kneels down behind Black Green Ranger. Ingee dances around in front of Black Green. He then puts his hand out to shake hands. Black Green Ranger, in confusion decides to shake hands, but Ingee with a wicked grin pushes Black Green. However he doesn't use enough force to actually really PUSH Black Green. Black Green looks at Ingee, then looks down on Shengee. He punches Ingee, punts Shengee, then just goes to town on the both of them. Black Green throws Ingee into the Ranger corner and tags in Red Ranger. Red continues the beating on Ingee. Ingee keeps trying to crawl to his corner.
P. LICKIN: Is this really a match?
JOEY STYLES: It is.
P. LICKIN: I could wrestle better!
JOEY STYLES: You could?
P. LICKIN: With your MOM!
Red Ranger has had enough of this. He hits a huge kick to Ingee's face and drops down for a pin. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!"
The Rangers have won the match. However all of the sudden. Lord Zoid, Jagi-Replusive, The Joker and The Penguin enter the ring, and menace all four men. The Shemelky's hide behind the rangers. Until out of nowhere, Adam West enters the ring.
POW
Adam West and the Rangers start beating up on the villains.
BAM Red Ranger BAMS Lord Zoid.
BASH Black Green BASH's Jagi-Repulsive.
The Joker and Penguin are taken out by the combined forces of the Rangers and Adam West. After the villains are vanquished, all five shakes hands, and the Shmelkys raise the Rangers hands.
P. LICKIN: What the fuck just happened?)-)-)
LEON
"PURPLE" HAYZE SEGMENT
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After the short sponsor break, the cameras go backstage, showing Leon Hayze's lockerroom door. There's laughter coming from inside it, and smoke is coming out of it. Suddenly, a referee comes to the door and knocks. A voice inside says "Come on in man!" and he opens it. Thick smoke billows out, and the ref and cameraman both walk in. The camera cuts back to show that Buzz Krueger is standing in the ring, waiting. The camera cuts back, and shows Leon Hayze sitting in his lockerroom. A large multi-person bong sits in the middle of the room, and Nobody lays on the floor, completely passed out. )
LEON: Hey man... good timing!
(Leon puts a hand over on Nobody's chest. The ref shrugs and counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Leon coughs and starts to laugh some more as the camera returns to the ring...
Leon Hayze wins and retains the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship
Buzz Krueger stands in the ring ,shocked and pissed. He kicks the bottom rope, when all of the sudden, "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder hits, and out comes The American Storm. Crimson Lightening stalks down the ramp, followed by Chris Monsoon, Alex Thunder and Red Tornado. They all come down and flank the ring, then all roll in together. They surround Buzz Krueger as Crimson has a mic and begins to talk...
CRIMSON: Look at you... you're drunk! You reek! You smell! You.. you are a disgrace!
(The fans boo)
CRIMSON: Oh... how can I forget.... I'm sorry... that's right. You're almost as much of a disgrace.... as the fans here... in Boston!
(More booing)
CRIMSON: Look at you. This is what The VWF fans want? They come to see some fall down drunk embarrass himself, his profession, and the company that I helped BUILD? How dare you!
(Buzz shrugs, and with that, the foursome attack. They beat him down with punches. Buzz staggers into Crimson, who kicks him to the midsection and hits The Flash. They put the boots to him. Krueger is knocked out cold, and Alex Thunder hits a leg drop. All four wrestlers put a foot on Krueger as he lays prone, calling for the ref. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Alex Thunder kicks Krueger out of the ring as the fans continue to boo...
CRIMSON: You see? You see this piece of trash in here? Get him out of here! Get him out of this ring, this arena, this CITY... on second thought... he'll fit right in with the rest of the LOSERS here in Boston, so leave him outside with the rest of the trash. And that's exactly what you people are going to see tonight. Me... taking out the trash. Tonight is the night, ladies and germs, that Crimson Lightening becomes your NEW King of the Ring winner, and goes on to re-capture the World Heavyweight Championship. And not because I'm the most decorated wrestler IN The VWF! Not because I'm the 60 minute man! Not because I am the single greatest wrestler you have EVER had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. But because I'm AMERICAN... and I'm just plain better than you. Go ahead... HIT MY MUSIC!
(Don't Hate Me hits, and the foursome roll out of the ring, retreating back up the ramp to the back as the fans boo loudly...
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(The camera cuts to a close up of Britannia Heavyweight Champion, TD Alexander...)
TD Garden… Boston, Massachusetts… day of the pay-per-view… ironically enough, there is no traffic around the arena. Hmmm, I wonder why? Off in the distance, we hear the clatter of a horse’s hooves slapping the pavement. A few seconds go by and we see the valiant white knight in all of glory. The fans lined in front of the arena look at this in amazement as the white knight comes closer. The knight pulls up to the front of the arena and looks up at the logo towards the tippy top of the structure. The knight lowers his head and removes his helmet, reveling himself to be none other than the King of Awesomeness, TD Alexander. The few fans that are staged out in front of the arena begin to boo and a smile appears on his face.
Why are you booing at me? Your city named a fabulous structure, an immense, wonderful arena after the true King, TD Alexander. If you want to boo at someone, go to City Hall.
Upon hearing this, the crowd in front of the TD Garden rushes out, almost spontaneous like. The smile has yet disappeared from Alexander’s face as he steps down from his trusty steed and begins to take off the armor, revealing the Britannia Championship around his waist. TD unties a saddlebag from the horse and flings it over his shoulder before he makes his way into the arena. The King makes his way through the corridors of the TD Garden where he runs into VWF’s trusty interviewer, Kyle Bacon.
TD… TD! Do you have a minute?
I have many minutes Kyle, I just don’t have much time for you.
Why not?!
Because I have better things to do.
Like what? I have been ordered by the Viking King to interview you!
By the Viking King? I’ll give Him credit where credit is due. The Viking King may be the king in Chicago, but at the TD Garden, an arena obviously named after yours truly, I reign supreme! So Kyle, if you will excuse me please, I have some very important business to attend to.
Like what?!
Direct me to the ring my lad, my people await.
The ring is off that way, BUT I HAVE TO INTERVIEW YOU!
If it’ll make you look more important, you can be my mic stand.
Kyle stands there and thinks for a moment.
You drive a hard bargain TD, but you got a deal!
The previously recorded segment fades to black as the scene opens up inside the TD Garden arena. The camera is focused in the ring where we see Kyle Bacon standing in the middle of it with a microphone in his hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you the Britannia Champion, he is the “King of Awesomeness,” TD ALEX… ANNNNND… ER!
The fans immedatly boo as the “Theme of the Exodus plays over the loudspeaker. Several moments pass as TD comes out in all of his glory. He is wearing a suit under his floor length red robe with white tassels and his crown placed atop his head. He is clinching the robe shut letting go long enough to give a half-assed wave to “his people.” TD Alexander, taking his sweet time, finally makes it to the ring where he ascends up the steps and wipes his feet before entering through the middle rope. He lets go of the robe and opens his arms out wide showing off his Britannia Championship that he has around his waist. A big smile appears on his face as the fans’ boos increase. He shows off his title to all four sides of the ring before taking his place, standing next to Kyle Bacon. TD places his hands on his hips as the music fades and the fans begin to settle down a bit. Once they do, he leans over and speaks into the mic.
Allow me to welcome you to MY KINGDOM!
The once settled down fans erupt in boos again as Kyle attempts to calm them back down. They finally do as TD grabs Kyle’s elbow and raises the microphone up to his speaking level.
Tonight, I vow that I will put this silly little “war” to an end. JP McManus, a man that we haven’t seen too much of over the past few weeks; hmmm… I wonder why? Could it have something to do with his silly little wrist injury? I don’t know, but it serves him right, the wanker has no business being on the same rung as I am. As a matter of fact, the simple peon as no business being in the same ring as I! I am awesomeness personified; I outperform the best on any given night. And what is JP McManus? He definitely isn’t the best.
I am by far the greatest thing going in the Viking Wrestling Federation. Just look at me, the aura around me just SCREAMS awesomeness! It’s just that certain people cannot or will not accept the fact that I truly am what I say I am, and that is the King of Awesomeness. Many times, people have asked me what is awesomeness, and that is when I correct them. Awesomeness isn’t a thing; it’s a place, a destination. It is a place where I am the divine ruler, the one and true KING! Awesomeness is a kingdom of roughly two hundred devout followers of greatness!
So it’s a cult?
No Kyle, Catholicism is a cult, Awesomeness is the real deal. We don’t have any crazy rituals in the Land of Awesomeness, we don’t worship saints, nuns, or biblical whores, and we also don’t drown infants or have horned up child molesting priests preach His word. We are a happy and isolated territory uninfluenced by our surrounding villages. We have proved that the old days of yore is the best way to live, but we DO have indoor plumbing, you can’t live without that.
No you can’t.
But Kyle, back to the topic at hand. Tonight, the war for Britannia ends and Braveheart is going to get shot down. Tonight’s event is called the King of the Ring and rightfully so as tonight, the VWF’s one true King will retain the crown and his gold to dauntlessly defend her once more. Kyle, there is no doubt in my mind that tonight, I am leaving Boston, Massachusetts with the Britannia Championship still in my possession. JP, if you think that you have a chance against me tonight, you have got another thing coming, because I will do to you tonight the same as I did a few weeks ago, BREAK YOUR DAMN WRIST! That’ll guarantee that the wanker will never wank again. JP, tonight, you have absolutely no chance against me tonight; I have too much awesomeness for one person to handle. But McManus, when you’re lying in the middle of this very ring, looking up at the bright lights, remember one thing… that you have been totally annihilated by King Awesome… you may bask in my awesomeness.
The “Theme of the Exodus” begins to play over the loudspeaker once again as the fans begin to boo once more. TD takes off his Britannia Championship and raises it high in the air for the fans to get a good look at it. He then places it on his shoulder as he exits the ring and heads towards the backstage area. The scene then fades to black.
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"Black Thumbnail" by Kings of Leon begins to play and out from the entrance area walks Donny Blacklist and the lovely Savannah Rayne, whether Donny wants her there or not. The two walk down to the ring together but before getting in the ring Donny demands she go backstage so he could concentrate on the match without her.
P. Lickin: That bastard.
The arena goes dark…lights flicker here and there. Steam begin to rise from the stage and the ring. The mysterious appears walking slowly to the ring staring down Blacklist. Smoke rises from beneath his ghostly robe. He gets to the ring and begins cackling. He slithers into the ring where he lays in the center. He slithers out of the robes revealing his wrestling attire. Fire rises from the stage. He laughs while pointing at the Donny.
As "Tearing the veil from grace" thumps over the arena speaker system a green light plays across the entrance way. Slightly over a minute of the music has passed without the slightest twitch of the entrance curtain when Vandiel finally appears. He makes his way through the curtain riding on the back of his brainwashed "evil" bear who looks even more disgruntled than usual as Vandiel perches upon his back with the light glittering off his burnished steel face mask. As the bear trudges down the aisle Vandiel shakes his snake-headed oak staff at the nearest members of the crowd, hissing "The power of Umbalorwrryal compels thee!" repeatedly at them like a mantra until they reach the ringside area. Once at the ring Vandiel slips off the back of Jeff (that's the bear.) and allows him to be lead backstage, sliding under the bottom rope and kneeling in the corner to await the start of the match.
P. Lickin: According to Colbert those are godless killing machines hellbent on our destruction.
Joey: Then I suppose it makes a fitting mount for Max here.
"Still D.R.E." by Dr. Dre plays over the loud speaker. Stephan Saint walks out from behind the curtain both hands in the air jumping to each side of the entrance ramp trying to pump up the crowd. He walks down the ramp with a hop in his step. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to a turnbuckle and jumps up on it and raises his hand in the air.
Joey: Well then lets get this ma-
One more entrance music begins to play, "Bringing Back the Balls to Rock" by Lordi to be exact, as everyone in the arena begins to look at one another confusedly.
Joey: No idea whats going on here. Waitaminute...
P. Lickin: Is that who I think it is?
Out from the entrance area comes Championship Wrestling Council commentator Big Stonehenge, a joint in mouth as he waves to the crowd before lighting the sucker. He makes his way to the commentary table and puts on a headset.
P. Lickin: Why?
Big Stonehenge: I think the better question is why not.
P. Lickin: Touche?
The four men each keep to their corner long enough for the bell to ring but hardly longer. Donny immediately hops to the top rope in one jump and launches himself at the other three competitors who had begun to brawl in the center of the ring.
Joey: Okay...?
Donny gets to his feet and begins stomping on Maximillian with extreme prejudice. With Donny now concentrating on Max, Mysterious and Saint both roll out of the ring in order to get a better grasp, neither realizing right away that they both went the same way. Mysterious is the first to notice and begins to attack Saint, taking him to the ground and trying to punch him out.
Joey: Well looks like we went straight into the brawling here in this match.
Big Stonehenge: Sometimes you put four guys in a ring together and they just start beating the tar out of one another. What can you do?
P. Lickin: I try to imagine they're women. Its easier with the long haired ones like yourself and whatnot. Others like Max in there not so much. Like you said though what can you do?
Donny runs to across the ring and builds up speed for something big. Max is able to get his wits about himself and moves to the center of the ring, forcing Donny to make the run again. On Donny's return Max is on his feet and jumps over the now-leaping Donny Blacklist. Donny uses his speed to jump to the middle rope and attempts a back-elbow to the face of Maximillian who, unfortunately, uses the momentum against Donny and hits him with a booming German Suplex in one fluid movement.
Outside of the ring Saint has managed to get the upper hand against Mysterious, having grabbed on to one of his wrists and wrenched it until he couldn't wrench anymore. Saint pulls Mysterious up and rolls him into the ring and turns his attention to the ladder nearby. The gears turning in his head, Mysterious grabs a hold of one and begins to dismantle it to get it in the ring.
Joey: Where the action is simply palpable!
Big Stonehenge: People can start getting this stuff with Pay Pal? Technology sure is somethin folks.
As the ladder slides in, Maximillian lights up a little and shifts his focus off of Blacklist. He grabs the ladder and leans it in the corner before turning around and getting a view of Donny Blacklist who is on his feet and coming at him with a clothesline. Max ducks it, grabs Blacklist's arm and throws him to the corner opposite the one with the ladder. Max runs to shoulder-charge Blacklist who moves out of the way causing Max to charge right into the metal corner post. The crowd cringes a little just as Saint gets in on the action- sliding into the ring and taking advantage of the still-in-pain Maximillian. Starting with a school-boy, once Max is on his back Saint grabs his foot and twists at the ankle until Max rolls over to his stomach willingly. Max uses the momentum to keep rolling right on over to his back again but Saint holds tight to the ankle and steps forward, putting all the weight on Maximillian's shoulders and obstructing his breathing while leaving Saint with a free hand. Which he uses to wave to the crowd, but to Maximillian's dismay.
Joey: Oh my God.
P. Lickin: While that does look particularly painful, what is said is that its ultimately pointless. In a normal match he'd be getting a pin right now.
Joey: In a normal match he wouldn't have Mysterious on the turnbuckle behind him!
Indeed it turns out Mysterious had a plan um.. Planned as he leaps from the top rope and hits Saint with a flipping ace crusher, relieving Max at the same time. Mysterious is on his feet in a flash and drops a leg(legdrop) on Saint driving him face-first into the mat. With a quickness he is on his feet again and hits him with a falling elbow doing the same. On his feet again Mysterious makes eye contact with the convenient table in the corner and lays eyes on Max, on the ground. Then Saint, on the ground. Then Blacklist who is outside of the ring watching Mysterious do all the hard stuff. Max and Saint each roll seperate ways out of the ring and Blacklist slides opposite Mysterious-
Big Stonehenge: And the ladder!
Mysterious and Blacklist lock-up, but not for very long as Donny begins a flurry of blows at Mysterious' chest and stomach. Mysterious pushes Donny away and as he comes back takes him down with a dropkick. Both are back on their feet and Donny is taken down with an impressive armdrag from Mysterious. At that same moment Saint and Max begin to brawl on the outside of the ring near the ramp and the ladder that Max had pushed over during his entrance. As Donny gets to his feet after the arm drag he whips Mysterious into the corner with the ladder, following him over there and connecting with a clothesline to Mysterious shortly after contact with the ladder. Donny begins punching Mysterious again, just kind of beating on him in general. Blacklist pulls Mysterious to the middle of the ropes and whips him over to Saint and Max who are still brawling out there. Mysterious holds on to and pulls down on the top rope just as Donny gets there causing him to go flying suicide-dive style into Saint, taking him out nice and convenient like for Mysterious who jumps and hurricanrana's Max taking him down as well.
Joey: Oh M-
Big Stonehenge: I vote you are limited to one of those per match bro.
P. Lickin: I second that!
Joey: You would!
P. Lickin: Your mom would!
Joey: Bullsh- Hold on my phone is ringing...
Joey checks and answers his phone, taking special care to stay away from his mic for the whole six and one fourth seconds it takes him to answer the phone.
Joey: Um.. She seconded it.
P. Lickin: Booyaka!
Joey: Booyaka?
Big Stonehenge: Six! One!-
Joey: NEIN!!! We can't use that here Stonehenge. We have standards.
Donny and Mysterious are on their feet first and start to brawl with one another. Saint is out of it and Max has rolled over to the ladder having remembered where it was. He takes out Donny and Mysterious in one charge and turns his attention to Saint. SLAM!!! The ladder is driven into Stephan's ribs several times before Max is satisfied with the damage. He slides the ladder into the ring and follows it closely. Max gets the ladder set up fairly quickly and begins the climb up.
Big Stonehenge: Who woulda thought he'd have been the one going up first?
P. Lickin: I had him in it to win it.
Joey: Well then you might want to tell him there are three other people in the match that aren't too tired out yet.
Big Stonehenge: They wont hear you unless you yell with a megaphone or something. Especially over this crowd!
At about the third rung, all three of the other guys are in the ring and trying to push the ladder over. Max jumps in time and with what little momentum he has clobbers Mysterious to the ground. One big knee-to-the-stomach later and Saint goes across the ring as well. Donny hits Max from behind with a dropkick to the knee and brings him half down. Donny is up again and makes a run for it away from Max who begins to smile cockily. On the return Donny dropkicks the ladder, closing it and sending it flying at Max fast enough to catch him off guard and do some damage. Donny goes for an encore of the last move but is tripped up by Stephan Saint on the outside and goes crashing to the mat with the unstable ladder falling on him soon after.
Joey: Oh the carnage!
Big Stonehenge: Look out Spider Man!!!
Mysterious and Saint slide into the ring and lock up with one another in a hurry. Saint gets a standing arm wrench and hits a few fast elbow shots in before Mysterious flips forward and relieves the pressure off of his arm. He hops up and drives his feet into Saint's stomach, holding on to his hands to monkey flip him with the momentum. As Saint lands on his back Donny comes out of nowhere and hits him with a leg drop. Laughing as he gets up, he doesn't notice Max until he bumps into him from behind. Max locks Donny in a full nelson and begins to wear him out as much as he can.
With Mysterious as the only one not half unconcious or making someone that way currently he sets a ladder up in the center of the ring. Max lets go of his nelson just as the ladder is aligned roughly where it needs to be and tries to get in a position to put Mysterious in a full nelson as well. As he goes for the lock Mysterious drops out of reflex and snapmares Max over his shoulder and dropkicks him away before making his way up the ladder.
Max rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Mysterious makes it to the top but sees Donny and Stephan are both catching their breaths and instead opts to stop one of them from being able to do so and delivers a flying elbow to Saint but hurts himself in the process.
Joey: They call it high risk fo-
Big Stonehenge: Joey for commentary everywhere don't finish that statement please and thank you.
Donny gathers his senses well enough that he is using the ladder to get to his feet, and notices he is the only one on his feet. Not questioning good fortune he begins his own trek upwards for the briefcase. He reaches for the case but is still too low so has to climb a little higher. A couple rungs up he reaches up again and his fingertips brush against the leather and he curses himself for not being just a little bit taller. He gets a few rungs from the top and starts to grab the hinge but before he can get his chance is thwarted as the ladder, his sole source of stability mind you, is toppled over. So close to the top Donny falls out of the ring and on top of the just-standing Maximillian.
Stephan Saint, the one who pushed over the ladder, grabs the ladder still leaning in the corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring, making his way to the top. Mysterious, in a hurry, makes his way up the opposite side of the ladder trying to make it to the top before Saint but only seconds slower. Before Stephan can fiddle with the latch on the briefcase Mysterious delivers a punch to the open chest of his opponent. It takes Stephan everything he has to grab hold of the ladder to keep from falling, but he manages and even gets a punch of his own in on Mysterious.
Unfortunately the punch was not enough and Mysterious, with a desperate burst of energy headbutts Saint square between the eyes and dazes him. Saint fades a bit, but Blacklist charges back in, pushing the ladder. Both men fall off, hitting the ropes. Blacklist clotheslines Saint over as Mysterious landed, crotched on the ropes and falls to the outside. Vandiel sets the ladder back up quickly and climbs. Blacklist sees this when he turns around and climbs up on the other side of the ladder. Both men reach the top, exchanging blows as the crowd cheers on. They both reach up for the briefcase, holding onto an end. They struggle against each other, when Stephan Saint is back up, and climbs the turnbuckle post. He comes off, hitting a huge dropkick to the ladder. The ladder falls, but both Blacklist and Vandiel hold on to the briefcase, dangling. Suddenly, the rope breaks under the weight, and they both come crashing down to the mat, never letting go of the case. They hit the mat, each with their hands on the case. The bell rings as the ref confirs. The crowd errupts as Blacklist and Vandiel are both named winners!
JOEY STYLES: What does this mean?
P. LICKIN: I guess when we find out what title they get a shot at on Full House... they... share it? Kind of like I sometimes share your mother. )-)-)
TD ALEXANDER SEGMENT
At the nearby police station where Halloway sits in an interrogation, his feet on the table, his cuffed, looking very relaxed. The Viking King is seen standing by a couple detectives on the opposite side of a one-way window.
Viking King: He puts The Viking King and His entire fed, His audience through misery and hell for weeks and weeks and just surrenders…without a fight. The Viking King doesn’t like it.
Detective: Yeah well be happy he’s where he needs to be.
Viking King: The Viking King will decide where he needs to be from here.
*Pulls out some money to bribe detective with.*
Viking King: 10 minutes alone…
Detective: Well…it is my Krispy Kreme time anyways.
*Accepts bribe.*
The Viking King enters the interrogation room after the Detective buzzes him in.
Halloway: Oh, Viking. What a surprise. I was beginning to fear the goats I was counting were infinte.
Viking takes a seat.
Viking: What are you after?
Halloway: Why whatever do you mean? Why would I be after an….
Viking: DON’T FUCK WITH THE VIKING KING!
Viking kicks the chair out from beneath him.
Viking: You obviously wanted to be arrested and put in here, you obviously surrendered without a fight for a reason…after weeks of fucking up His fed…
Halloway: Viking please…it’s just us…if you want anything out of me you’re going to have take this seriously. Only then can you truly understand…when you and I are speaking on the same terms…if you’re catching my drift.
Viking: …..
Halloway: Are you depressed Viking? I’m sure that…deep down inside…you were expecting this…all of it. The ultimate taboo of sanity and what is real. My eyes Viking…. *exposes spinning eyes* they tell a story of what was…and writes what is. Why didn’t you come to rescue little Alexia so many weeks back Viking? Hmm? Did you even flinch from your rotating office chair? Hmm? Oh sure you’d come out and dig up the person you hate most in the world after I bury him alive….and not come to terms to saving who was at the time the ONLY woman you had in your precious federation. Does this bother you, Viking? Does it cause you any concern? Hmm?
Viking: What the fuck is it you want?
Halloway: Oh…I’m not sure you’re ready to know that just yet…
Viking grabs Halloway and pulls him towards him.
Viking: Tell Him NOW!
Halloway: Lets get one thing straight Viking, the fact that I am purely enjoying this experience means that I wanted this. You and me alone…no roster…no audience…just you and me…and playing the cheese I did for it was well worth it…
Viking: SPEAK!
Halloway: But unfortunately for you you’re lost in a big maze to find that cheese, despite the fact that you have it right in your grip, it’s as if you fear it’s poisoned. Could it be though?
Viking grunts with impatience and throws Halloway against a window…scaring the Krispy Kreme eating Detective…causing him to choke…a lawsuit may be coming for Krispy Kreme soon.
Halloway: (Sarcastically)Oh Viking…I think you hurts me real bad…hahahaha!
Viking: SPEAK DAMMIT!
Halloway: What strength you have Viking. What better to fight with though don’t you think?
Viking: Oh…this isn’t fighting…
Halloway: It will be though…..soon….you…and me.
Viking: Why! For what?
Halloway: Why…VWF of course.
Viking: …..what are you talking about?
Halloway: You know…remember the old days Viking…when I had this sort of scheme it was my way declaring Devastation….think of this as the new beginning of Devastation.
Viking: Army of Dev…
Halloway: Headquarters was just the beginning…your precious federation, your roster your audience, everything you earned will fall into my hands. Did you know that each individual in my Army of Devastation back then were of my own creation….you know what that means don’t you….
Viking: …….
Halloway: Ha ha….I control everything. Soon they all shall reunite and invade your premises and dictate the very foundations. And all that stands in the way is you and your roster…but obviously…the last couple months…that hasn’t been much of a problem…has it?
Viking throws Halloway back into his chair.
Viking: There’s just one problem, right? You don’t know where they are, where it went after you were extinguished.
Halloway: Have you not been listening….I control EVERYTHING involving them…I made them….ALL of them….who’s to say that they aren’t here…now?
Viking: …………
Suddenly the light begin to brighten intensivly and explode. The windows crack, the sprinklers spray on and off repeatedly, the alarms buzz out of sync repeatedly.
Viking looks at Halloway….whose eyes begin electrify. Viking immediately runs out of the room as the windows shatter. Halloway stands up and watches the ceiling rip apart…as we a ton hooded figures with animal masks fly in a funnel shape cloud.
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( The fiddles of the familiar Flogging Molly song echo the arena and the fans immediately drown out the sound of the song with a chorus of boo's. As the fast paced vocals begin, the lights dim and JP McManus walks out onto the stage, holding high a Scottish flag, waving it proudly as he walks. He completely ignores the crowd reaction as he begins his walk down the ramp toward the ring. Finally, upon reaching the ring he places the flag in a holder in the turnbuckle and enters the ring. As he climbs to his feet he removes his leather waistcoat and flings it at one of the staff members sat at ringside.
A moment later, the theme from Exodus plays, as TD Alexander regally struts out on stage, waiving his Britannia title over his head, before slowly making his way down to ringside, where the ref holds it up high for the crowd sees, as Alexander approaches McManus. )
McManus gets face to face with Alexander, his arm still in an arm brace with a cast on it from when Alexander broke it last month. Alexander smirks, and mocks McManus a bit, rubbing his own arm like it's sore. McManus takes a step back as Alexander smiles ear to ear. McManus looks down, looks left and right, he then takes off his sling, and tosses it to the side. Alexander's smile fades into a frown as McManus smiles himself, and flips Alexander off. McManus and Alexander circle each other warily for a few moments, as the bell sounds, before the quicker TD gets behind McManus and delivers a Russian leg sweep, following it up with a quick elbow drop. He tries to lay in a bunch of kicks to the gut, but McManus takes two as he gets to his feet, and grabs TD’s leg and spins him around awkwardly on it, slamming Alexandar’s head into the mat with a swift neckbreaker that belies his big size. McManus goes for a standing body splash, but TD brings his leg up, catching McManus in the mouth, rolling away and getting to his feet a moment later. Alexander goes to try and drag near a corner, but McManus has none of it, getting to his feet, Irish whipping Alexandar into the opposite corner, and coming in with a charging lariat that quickly drops the Britannia champion.
Joey Styles: Wow, the power of McManus is just unbelievable, but take nothing away from TD Alexander. One hell of a match for the Britannia Heavyweight title, with these two phenomenal athletes!
P. Lickin: Your mom has been phenomenal, these last few nights…
Joey Styles: Really P, that’s all you could come up with? That was just too easy.
P. Lickin: Funny you say that, the VWF took a poll last night--of a hundred guys who fucked your mom-- and 71% percent of them said that about her.
TD Alexander is up on shakey legs, as McManus sits him up on the top turnbuckle, and goes to wrap his massive arms around the champion, only for the King of Awesomeness to deliver a series of quick, successive headbutts, with the fifth actually knocking McManus back to the mat, crashing hard on his back. Alexandar capitalizes on the downed McManus by executing a frog splash, and McManus feels it as he writhes in pain. TD Alexander has a little of his own, as he gets up, clutching his stomach and doubling over slightly for a few moments, but rights himself soon enough. McManus, with his back turned, gets to his feet with the help of the ring ropes, but he’s down again already, when Alexandar shoulder blocks him on his right calf, buckling the big man’s legs from under him. TD right on top of McManus now, sitting on his chest and pummeling away with closed fists. The ref is right into the two, trying to break it up, and counting away on TD. He gets to what is almost five, before Alexandar relents, and starts laying boots into his midsection for a few moments, before whirling around and walking to the center of the ring with his arms raised, to the ire of the audience.
Joey Styles: Nothing is going to come from this Alexandar, get on your man, before he gets away!
P. Lickin: Uhhhm, what?
Joey Styles: TD better get back on his man, or else he’ll regret it at the end of the night.
P. Lickin: Damn Styles, I always had a feeling about you.
Joey Styles: And just what is that su…oh god, your sick P. Lickin. Let’s just get back to the match, please.
McManus is up, while Alexandar is show boating, and charges TD, who happens to turn around in time to notice this, and acts very quickly, taking McManus’s momentum and is able to bull dog him down to the mat. Alexander snaps right up to his feet, as McManus lies prone near the ropes, hops to the outside, and goes for a springboard plancha, but McManus is able to roll out of the way in time, as Alexander splashes onto the mat hard. McManus uses the opportunity wisely, by sitting on the champion’s back, and grabbing him up into a cobra clutch, pulling up hard, and Alexander laments the move with loud screams of agony. He’s only able to apply it for a few moments though, as TD manages to get his hands on the rope, and after a three count, McManus gives up the move. Pulling him by the legs, McManus drags him to the center of the ring for a pin attempt.
One
T…kickout
Alexander doesn’t exactly kick out with authority, but he’s up to his feet soon enough, and after getting into a grapple that is at a stalemate for long moments, McManus comes out on top by tiger suplexing the Britannia champion. McManus is over to Alexander quickly, and applies a half Boston crab, wrenching on TD’s right leg, and keeps it going for long moments. Alexander is able to inch over to the ropes, just barely, and almost taps before reaching out and getting a few fingertips on the bottom rope. The ref almost gets to a five count before McManus reluctantly gives up on the hold. McManus gets to his feet quickly, and snaps down an elbow drop into Alexander’s right calf, adding more pain to the already prone leg, as TD’s loud scream punctuates the statement. McManus gets up again, with Alexander clutching his leg in pain, as McManus tries to drag him towards the middle of the ring, but out of nowhere, TD delivers a hard right, doubling McManus over, and Alexander is able to cradle the challenger over for a pinning attempt.
One
Two…kickout
Joey Styles: Wow, where did that come from? McManus almost got a surprise loss there P.
P. Lickin: And that surprises you? There’s a reason why Alexander’s called the King of Awesomeness, you know?
Joey Styles: Well he certainly uses his mouth a little more often than his mus…
P. Lickin: Yeah, your mom uses her mouth a lot, just like I like.
Styles doesn’t even respond, as the perspective changes back to the action. Though Alexander’s leg looks a little tweaked, it doesn’t seem to be bothering him nearly as much as he seemed to be letting on, as the two competitors circle each other again. They seem to go in for a grapple, but Alexander is able to catch McManus off guard with a hard European uppercut, followed up by two more, before he grab’s McManus’s arm and attempts to Irish whip him to the opposite ropes, but McManus grabs his arms up and delivers a double arm ddt, actually seeing Alexander flip over, with McManus going down for the pin again.
O…no…
TD Alexander’s right arm gets to the bottom ropes, breaking the pin, and McManus looks pissed, stomping on the mat angrily. Alexander gets to his feet slowly, and just as he does, McManus delivers a running lariat, sending both men to the outside in a heap. McManus is up to his feet first, and doesn’t waste time in bringing the pain, Irish whipping TD Alexander into the ring steps, though the ref admonishes them from the outside, not giving a count yet. McManus looks down on the screaming Alexander with a slight smile, before moving over to the guard barrier and starting to remove the padding from it. It’s not long before he accomplishes this, grabs up TD Alexander in a bear hug, and slams him into the exposed steel. By now the ref has come out and is getting right in McManus’s face, though he shrugs it off, and signals to the ref that they’re going to get in the ring. McManus grabs the injured champion, bear hugs him again, turns him around, and slams Alexander’s right arm into the closest ring post. The ref really gets in McManus’s face, threatening a disqualification, and the contender just shrugs it off again, before rolling into the ring. The ref rolls back in, but McManus rolls right back up, grabs up Alexander, and plants his legs onto the outside padding with a big atomic drop. The ref looks frustrated, looks like he’s going to go outside, but decides to start counting instead. He only gets to a four count before McManus rolls the prone TD into the ring, and quickly follows. Pulling the champion to the center of the ring, McManus goes for the pinning attempt, hooking Alexander’s right leg.
One
Two
Thre…
Somehow, Alexander just barely kicks out weakly, and frustrated, McManus goes for a second attempt.
One
Two
T…
Again, Alexander isn’t ready to give up, as he kicks out again, and McManus is incensed, stomping on the mat loudly, and getting in the ref’s face, slamming his right fist into his left palm, screaming one, two, three. Deciding he’s not going to win the argument, McManus gets right over, picks up Alexander, and Irish whips him to the far ropes. McManus starts to run towards Alexander, but somehow, Alexander gets the energy to grab the ropes, and haul himself to the outside, giving him a breather.
Joey Styles: What a fantastic match this is; even you have to appreciate this contest, P. Lickin.
P. Lickin: Don’t you understand Styles. About the only kind of contest I really enjoy is a wet t-shirt contest. Or maybe a dick sucking contest, at an underground club; I been to a club like that once. Those chicks were way skankier than your mom, but your mom is gentler, and more attentive to my cock.
Joey Styles: Of course, I should have known. Why do you even come to the announce table anymore?
P. Lickin: For the payday Styles, for the payday. And besides, someone’s got to have some style at this table. And it sure as hell isn’t you.
McManus is quick to follow to the outside, and charges Alexander, who is resting on the barricade. At the last second, Alexander side steps, trips up McManus and gets down and puts McManus into an armbar, wrenching it hard. The ref is soon to slip through the bottom rope and gets down, getting right in TD Alexander’s face, giving a count. When he gets to four, Alexander reluctantly lets go, but applies it again after a moment, which gets the ref physically involved, pulling Alexander off of McManus. Alexander shoves the ref lightly, and though it looks like he might wave the match off, he just gets in Alexander’s face, warning him that he’s about a centimeter away from getting a disqualification. TD slides into the ring at this point, as he’s still a little worse for wear, and goes to a far corner, leaning up against it as the ref starts his count.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
McManus is just barely into the ring at this point, clutching his arm, but as Alexander closes in on the contender and tries to drop an elbow, McManus manages to roll out of the way. Still holding his arm, McManus locks in a leg scissor head lock, and applies pressure with his thick legs. Alexander’s only in the hold a moment though, as TD gets his leg under the bottom rope, and after a three count, McManus relinquishes the submission. Pulling Alexander to the middle of the ring, McManus hooks both the legs as he goes for a pinning attempt.
One
Two
Three…NO…
McManus’s music hits for a moment, and the crowd is to their feet, thinking we have a new Britannia champion, but the ref wildly waves his hands and signals for the timekeeper not to ring the bell. McManus is seriously pissed as he gets in the ref’s face, calling for the pinfall, but the ref violently shakes his head no. Alexander stirs as McManus turns around, signalling that he's going to hit Alexander with his cast. Alexander pulls himself up on the ropes and turns around. McManus charges, swinging the cast arm, but Alexander sees it and ducks out of the ring quickly, going outside. McManus mocks Alexander as he circles the ring, catching his breath. Alexander grabs the Britannia Heavyweight Championship and slides back in the ring. McManus comes over, not seeing it, and Alexander waffles him with it in the face. The ref immediately calls for the bell as Alexander rolls out of the ring, grabbing his crown. He starts to back up the ramp as McManus sits up, busted open. The crowd boos loudly as the announcer calls out that the match has ended in a DQ. McManus mouths "Fuck that" and runs after Alexander, hitting him in the back of the head with the cast as he walks up the ramp. Alexander goes staggering up the ramp, falling down. McManus picks him up and tosses him off the ramp and through some tables at rampside. Alexander lays there in the broken debris, the Britannia Belt laying on top of him as McManus looks on... )-)-)
THE VIKING KING / THOMAS HALLOWAY SEGMENT
The camera cuts backstage to Kyle Bacon, who has caught up with Scott DiBiase and Mr. Sandoval. DiBiase sports his ever present smirk while Sandoval's expression is unreadable, as usual.
KYLE BACON: I'm here with former Eurocontinental champion and King of the Ring hopeful: Scott DiBiase. Conspicuous by his absence, however, is your manager Dash St. John...
SANDOVAL: The fact, Mr. Bacon is Mr. King has gone on record to state that due to the actions of Mr. Halloway he can no longer guarantee the safety of the VWF roster nor the audience in attendance. This is unacceptable and in order to ensure Mr. DiBiase receives the same unbiased opportunity as the remaining participants in the tournament, I will be personally accompanying him to ringside.
KYLE BACON: Mr. DiBiase, you've become something of a target for the Intercontinental champion Dan Ryan as of late, bringing forth claims that you are nothing more than a rip-off of the "Million Dollar Man" Ted DiBiase.
SCOTT DiBIASE: The truth, Bacon, is I cannot go on living a lie any longer. As much as I hate to admit it, Dan Ryan is absolutely right. When I first got into professional wrestling, I modeled myself into a carbon copy of the Million Dollar Man, even going so far as to legally change my name to DiBiase. I just couldn't see how I would have a hope in hell of being taken seriously if everybody knew my name was really...
Scott paused, unable to bring himself to reveal his deep dark secret.
KYLE BACON: Your name is really... what?
SCOTT DiBIASE: My name... it's... it's Scott Adamle, you happy now?
Bacon opened his mouth but was too shocked to form any sort of coherent sentence.
KYLE BACON: Really?
SCOTT DiBIASE: Are you really that much of an idiot, Bacon? The fact is Dan Ryan doesn't know when to shut the hell up. Every time he opens his mouth it's the same old verbal diarrhea time and time again and I'm done talking about it. I have more important things to deal with than the blight of the Ryan family tree but if, and only if, Dan Ryan is able to leave tonight with the Intercontinental championship will I lower myself to stepping into the ring against Dan Ryan and only with the Intercontinental championship on the line.
KYLE BACON: So you are officially challenging Dan Ryan for his Intercontinental championship?
SCOTT DiBIASE: If Ryan is so intent on getting in my way, then that is the price he must pay and I would have absolutely no problem taking the Intercontinental championship and restoring the prestige it has lost in the hands of such an unworthy champion. Should he lose the title tonight to Jose Ramon, which is a distinct possibility, then the so-called "Ego Buster" will be out of luck. But as much as Dan Ryan would love to dominate my focus here tonight, I'm here tonight to win the King of the Ring tournament and it'd not Dan Ryan whom I must go through. You see, tonight I am going to have to crush the dreams of Crimson Lightening and either Kamikaze or Typhoon Vance because I will be crowned the King of the Ring and receive the shot which is rightfully mine.
KYLE BACON: Speaking of Typhoon Vance and Kamikaze, who would you prefer to face in the final match, provided you make it past Crimson Lightening?
SCOTT DiBIASE: Provided I make it past Crimson Lightening? Really, Bacon, my victory over Crimson Lightening is a foregone conclusion and each and every one of those fans in attendance is guaranteed the biggest King of the Ring final in the history of the VWF. But given the choice between Kamikaze or Typhoon Vance, I feel the best possible match would be one between myself and Kamikaze. Vance may have a four inch height advantage and outweigh me by more than eighty pounds, but brute strength will only get you so far in this tournament and, in the end, it will be the smarter competitor who will leave with his hand held high. Between Vance and Kamikaze, there's no question about it that Kamikaze has a more adaptable style which would give him a significant advantage over Typhoon Vance in the potential to beat me here tonight.
Scott shook his head.
SCOTT DiBIASE: But that's not going to happen. I have far too much invested in becoming the King of the Ring to even entertain the possibility of failure. I have defeated a Tag Team champion in the Lightening Yellow Ranger and the United States champion in Johnny Aggression to make it to the semi-finals and if I need to go through yet another champion to claim the crown, then that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Bacon watches in silence while Scott and Sandoval walk off.
KYLE BACON: Strong words from Scott DiBiase, but will he be able to back them up in the ring? Back to you, Joey.
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The bell rings and the two men circle around each other, both men looking to get the upper hand. They soon ditch that in favor of the tie up, and Connors whips Aggression against the ropes. On the rebound, Connors smashes his elbow into the face of Aggression, who falls down hard onto the canvas. Connors taunts the crowd as he goes to work on the champ, laying into him with lefts and rights. He follows with an armbar, putting Aggression in a world of hurt.
JOEY STYLES: Connors going for the early win here, P.
P. LICKIN: As quick as I went…
JOEY STYLES: Please don't, P.
P. LICKIN: What? I was going to say "as quick as I went broke in Vegas."
JOEY STYLES: Oh, okay.
P. LICKIN: Yeah, 'cause your mom was spending all my money.
JOEY STYLES: …
Aggression tries to fight out of it, slowly getting to his feet as the fans cheer on for him. Still trapped in the armbar, Aggression manages to get Connors onto his shoulders as the ref makes the count: 1, 2…Connors lets go of the armbar to kick out, and both men are back up. Connors charges at Aggression, who counters with an arm drag. Connors jumps back up and charges again, Aggression countering once more with an arm drag. Aggression tries to pick Connors up, but Connors slides out of the ring to catch a breather. Connors taunts a young boy in the crowd, grabbing a "JOHNNY AGGRESSION ROCKS" sign and ripping it up. He turns back around, only to get caught with a crazy plancha from Aggression! With both men down and outside, the ref begins to count: 1, 2…Aggression slowly stirs…3, 4, 5…by now Connors has come to, slowly inching towards the ring…6…Connors slides into the ring, and Aggression has gotten back to his feet…7…Aggression slides into the ring, but Connors kicks him in the head. He pulls Aggression away from the ropes and goes for the cover: 1, 2...NO! Aggression kicks out, to the delight of the crowd!
JOEY STYLES: The champ still fighting with every ounce of strength to retain!
P. LICKIN: He won't last much longer once that check bounces, though!
Aggression gets to his feet, when Connors lands the Bounced Check on the champ! He goes for another cover: 1, 2, thr…Aggression gets his foot on the bottom rope just in time! The fans start chanting Aggression's name as Connors argues with the ref, not noticing that Aggression's back on his feet again. Connors turns around, taking a big hit as Aggression nails the Snap Shot! Aggression climbs the nearest turnbuckle, jumping off to deliver the Camera Flash…but Connors rolls out of the way, causing Aggression to land hard on the canvas! With Aggression down, Connors climbs up the turnbuckle and lands the Flying High frog splash! He cannot capitalize because he is in so much pain though, as he grabs himself. Both men are down again, and the ref has no choice to begin a new count: 1, 2, 3…Connors slowly comes to…4, 5… Aggression rolls over. Connors comes over to pick up Aggression, but Aggression grabs his head and rolls him up with a small package! The ref counts 1....2... Connors rolls it over, covering Aggressiom himself! Connors holds onto the bottom rope, giving himself the leverage to keep Aggression down. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Connors rolls out of the ring, laughing as he grabs the United States Belt. He hugs it close, then raises it over his head as the crowd boos. Aggression stands up, argueing with the ref about the ropes as Connors stands on the bottom of the ramp, making a motion that Aggression is crying. He shouts back at Connors "This isn't over, you cheat!" as the camers go to show a sponsor...)-)-)
SCOTT DiBIASE SEGMENT
The Vikingtron cuts to the backstage area, where we find the Pan-Pacific Champion in one of the VWF locker rooms getting ready for his King of the Ring match up when Kyle Bacon rushes onto the screen, microphone in hand, and begins to pelt the Japanese Daredevil with questions.
“Kamikaze, minutes away from a match tonight. The crowd is tense; they want to see some action out here. Let me ask you, what do you think your chances are of running away with this thing?”
Silence from the Japanese wrestler as he slides on one of his armbands around his wrist, leaving Bacon slightly perturbed with a dead mic. Silently grumbling to himself as to why he has to interview the guy that doesn't speak English, Bacon continues to persist.
“Kamikaze, give me something here man. Give me a “Gonna fly” or “Banzai” something here, man!”
Kamikaze looks up at Kyle Bacon, slowly standing from his seated position, and staring down Bacon for a few seconds... before breaking out a small smile and clasping the frightened interview on the shoulder.
Letting the interviewer go, Kamikaze grabbed hold of the Pan-Pacific Championship belt and walks off camera, leaving Kyle Bacon alone in the locker room, wondering when The Viking King was ever going to leave him alone...
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The lights go out and are replaced red and white spotlights as "I Am Perfection" by Cage9 hits the sound system. The fans erupt into a frenzy of boos and jeers while Dash St. John steps onto the stage and gestures for everyone in attendance to welcome his client, Scott DiBiase, who walks out onto the stage illuminated by a red maple leaf-shaped spotlight. With a cocky smile and disdain in his eyes, Scott is flanked by Dash St. John as he slowly walks down the aisle, letting the fans at ringside know exactly how he feels about them.
Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by Dash St. John... hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... Scott DiBiase!
Scott climbs up the ring steps and steps through the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera and looked out into the crowd with a smirk on his face. Dash gestures up at Scott while the fans shower him with a chorus of boos and "ASS-HOLE!" chants but Scott simply laughs and shakes his head as he jumps down from the turnbuckle and leans back in his corner.
A few moments later the lights dim in the Arena as rolling thunder can be heard throughout the arena. "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder starts to play. The lights begin to flash dark red. A single red lightning bolt comes from the ceiling to the top of the ramp, there is Crimson Lightening standing there, looking out. Crimson struts down the ramp, giving a few ladies the number to his locker room as he gets in the ring and does a little dance on the turnbuckle.
Styles: Here we go P, this is one half of the King of the Ring semi-finals and it features two long time members of the VWF, Crimson Lightening and Scott DiBiase.
Lickin: Speaking of long times…
Styles: Shut it, P. This is about wrestling, not you and this fictional relationship with my mom.
Lickin: That hurt.
Styles: Now you know how it feels.
Lickin: That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, I know what it feels like with your mom…and DAMN do I need a board tied to my ass.
Styles: Note to self; kill P. Lickin!
The referee calls for the bell and we are underway. Crimson Lightening and Scott DiBiase lock up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position, but neither man gives as they both spend a lot of time battling back and forth before they break in the center of the ring. They glare at each other for a moment before locking up again. This time, DiBiase gets the better of Crimson and backs him into a corner. Immediately, the referee calls for a clean break. For a moment, it seems as though he will get his request before DiBiase paintbrushes Crimson before backing away.
Styles: DiBiase showing a total lack of respect for Crimson Lightening by slapping him across the face.
Lickin: Hey, Joey, do you know what a Dirty Sanchez is?
Styles: Is that a wrestling hold?
Lickin: Ask your mom, she got one last night.
Back in the ring, DiBiase backs away from Crimson, who is now infuriated at the actions and charges towards DiBiase, who ducks underneath the top rope on the opposite side of the ring. The referee steps in and keeps Crimson at bay while DiBiase smirks. He brings his head back inside the ropes and is greeted with a hard slap from Crimson followed by a pair of hard right hands to the jaw, staggering him. Crimson whips DiBiase across the ring, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. Crimson follows up with a body splash, sending DiBiase staggering towards the center of the ring. Crimson follows up with a beautiful dropkick, sending DiBiase to the mat. He then readies himself and waist for DiBiase to get to his feet. As Scott gets to his feet, he is greeted by a timely arm drag from Crimson followed by a second dropkick. DiBiase powders out of the ring near Dash St. John to regain his composure. Crimson, not waiting for DiBiase charges across the ring and hits the rope before leaping over the top rope taking out both DiBiase and St. John.
Styles: Crimson Lightening isn’t waiting for DiBiase, he wants to beat him in the center of the ring.
Lickin: I…got nothing, Joey.
Styles: No mom jokes?
Lickin: No, honestly I was enthralled in the match.
Styles: That’s a first.
Lickin: I know, I’m slacking.
Crimson gets to his feet and pulls DiBiase to his feet moments later. He glares over at the broadcast booth and slings DiBiase into it as the referee begins to count. Crimson nods at the referee acknowledging the count before grabbing DiBiase by the back of the head and pulling him to his feet. He delivers two swift right hands to the mid-section of DiBiase before rolling him back into the ring. Crimson follows him in under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. He glares at DiBiase as he gets to his feet. Crimson hits the ropes and delivers a low drop kick to the chest of the seated DiBiase. He quickly covers DiBiase.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
DiBiase shoots his right shoulder off the mat, sending it skyward. He sits up and slight holds his chest as Crimson gets to his feet. He pulls DiBiase up and backs him to a corner. Crimson then begins to clap, getting the crowd into the match before charging across the ring. DiBiase, at the last moment, moves out of the way, allowing Crimson to crash into the turnbuckle. DiBiase takes a brief moment and collects his thoughts before laying into Crimson with three vicious chops to the chest, whelping up an area on Crimson Lightning’s chest. He then applies a front facelock to Crimson and delivers a beautiful snap suplex, before floating over into a nonchalant cover.
1…
KICKOUT!!
Crimson shoots his left shoulder off of the mat before the referee can count three. DiBiase argues with the ref about the count before grabbing Crimson. He pulls him up and whips him across the ring into the ropes and greets him with a hard clothesline, driving him to the mat. He follows with a fist drop, driving his fist into the skull of Crimson Lightning. He then gets to his feet and drives a second fist drop to the skull of Crimson, before showboating a little. Crimson slowly gets to his feet and begins to land a fury of fists to the midsection and skull of DiBiase before he’s cut off with a thumb to the eye. DiBiase takes adavantage of the situation and drives a right hand into the skull of Crimson, knocking him to the mat. DiBiase reaches down, grabbing Crimson's legs and locks in... The Maple Leaf! Crimson screams in pain as DiBiase rolls it over and wretches back on the legs. Crimson tries for the ropes, but DiBiase takes a step forward, pulling him away. Crimson has no choice... he taps out! )-)-)
KAMIKAZE SEGMENT
The cameras cut backstage to reveal Typhoon Vance. He is seen adding the final touches to his wrists of tape. Kyle Bacon appears with microphone in hand and shoves it towards Vance’s face while speaking.
Bacon: Typhoon Vance, tonight the odds are against you as you face off against Kamikaze and then later in the evening you’re scheduled to face off against Tyler Graves and Lee Ryan for the Eurocontinental Championship.
Vance looks up at Bacon with a devious look before speaking.
Vance: Kyle, do you think I really care about the odds of winning tonight? No, I really could give a damn either way. You see, I came to VWF to prove that I am the absolute best in this business and after tonight, after I destroy Kamikaze, I will lay waist to Lee Ryan and Tyler Graves before going on to claim the title…of King of the Ring.
Bacon: And if you don’t win against Kamikaze?
Vance glares at Bacon before getting to his feet, towering over Bacon.
Vance: There is no “if”, Kyle. I WILL dominate tonight and prove my claim as royalty in VWF.
Vance walks away from Bacon, leaving a dumbfounded look on his face as the cameras cut back to the arena.
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The electric guitar chord begins to ring out through the loudspeakers as the lights begin to flash red and white, while the crowd begins to realize who is about to make their arrival. A sudden riff on the guitar and the song begins anew, with accompanying drums and the fans await his coming arrival. Finally, the red and white light centers in on the entrance ramp, where the Japanese Daredevil of the VWF, Kamikaze, emerges from the backstage area and into sight.
Carrying the Pan-Pacific Championship across his shoulder, the Japanese wrestler looks out at the crowd, flashing a smile across his face, before performing a bow at the center stage. Rising once again, he points over at the ring and flashes a thumbs-up sign before sprinting down the ramp. Not even pausing for a breath, Kamikaze launches himself onto the ring apron and then again up and over the top rope.
Climbing up the nearest turnbuckle, Kamikaze takes the championship belt from his shoulder and raises it high into the air, before performing a moonsault that has him land on his feet. The smile finally fading, the Japanese Daredevil began to get his mind set on the match that was to come...
“Introducing first! From Osaka, Japan! This is... KAMIKAZE!!!”
JOEY STYLES: “Here comes Kamikaze and he looks so ready here tonight. What do you think, P? Do you think he will be the next King of the Ring?”
P. LICKIN: “No, but he does look like the door man from the hotel I stayed in last night.”
JOEY STYLES: “What?”
P. LICKIN: “Doorman... You know? Those people who opens the door for you?”
JOEY STYLES: “Yeah I know what a doorman is... but why did you just referred to Kamikaze as a doorman.”
P. LICKIN: “I said he looks like the doorman of the hotel I stayed in... Not... Oh well, who knows. Maybe he does door opening as a sideline.”
The lights in the arena suddenly go dark as a soft red glow comes over the stage. Suddenly, a loud, blaring siren can be heard coming through the PA system before a huge pyro explosion goes off in the form of a mushroom cloud as the opening chords of "Shame" by Drowning Pool blasts through the speakers. After a few moments a second pyro blast goes off in the shape of a "V" and ushers Typhoon Vance into the arena. He is seen wearing a black hoodie with a red spade adorning the chest and the hood over his head. He takes a few steps down the ramp and pumps his fist down, setting off one last pyro pop and flipping the hood back over his back. He methodically walks to the ring with his eyes on his opponent. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and gets to his feet before removing the hoodie at angrily throwing it at the referee. He then goes through a few stretches awaiting the beginning of the match.
“And his opponent! From Mobile, Alabama! “The Beast from Southeast”! This is... TYPHOON VANCE!!”
JOEY STYLES: “The Beast from the Southeast is making his way to the ring. And there is a BIG possibility that he might walk out as the King of the Ring.”
P. LICKIN: “Possibly. Vance has a mean streak. Probably from all the roids he injected himself.”
JOEY STYLES: “You know you could get sued because of what you’ve just said right?”
P. LICKIN: “Why’s that?”
JOEY STYLES: “Because you’re saying things that you dont have a proof of!”
P. LICKIN: “Oh I have proofs.”
JOEY STYLES: “Oh yeah?”
P. LICKIN: “Yeah. Look at Vance’s crotch. There’s nothing bulging in there. It means he has a small pe...”
JOEY STYLES: “STOP!”
P. LICKIN: “What? You said you want proof...”
JOEY STYLES: “Alright I believe you! Just stop! Jesus Christ!”
P. LICKIN: “Arent you supposed to be Jewish?”
The referee calls for the bell and Vance wastes no time as he attacks Kamikaze who quickly eludes him. Kam then begins to chop down the big man kicking him in the shin several times. Kam then turns Vance and leans him to the turnbuckle as he kicks him several times in the midsection. Kam then jumped over to Vance attempting a tornado DDT but Vance fights out it by pushing Kam down to the mat. Kam quickly rises to his feet and charges towards Vance but Vance takes him down with a decapitating lariat that knocked Kam out cold. Vance quickly goes for the quick cover... 1... Kam raises his shoulder up in time.
JOEY STYLES: “Typhoon Vance almost took Kamikaze’s head off with that lariat but it only gained a two count!”
P. LICKIN: “Same way your mom almost took my head off last night!”
JOEY STYLES: “She tried to attack you and chop your head off?”
P. LICKIN: “NO! She bites damn it!”
Vance then rises to his feet and grabbed Kam from the mat. Vance picks Kam and charges him to the turnbuckle. Vance then hammers Kam repeatedly with shoulder thrusts in the corner before tossing him down to the mat like a rag doll. Vance quickly goes for the quick cover again... 1... 2... Kam kicks out. Vance rises to his feet and picks Kam by the throat. Vance hammers Kam with several right hands to the face before sending him to the ropes. Kam bounces off the ropes and upon returning, he slides in between the gap of Vance’s legs as Vance tries to grab him. Vance then turns around as Kam hits him with stiff kick to the face bringing him down on one knee. Kam then runs to the ropes and bounces off of it and upon returning, he knocks Vance down to the mat with a low dropkick. Kam quickly goes for the lateral press... 1... 2... Vance powers out of it tossing Kam across the ring from the pin attempt.
JOEY STYLES: “What a strong kick out from Vance and Kamikaze flew across the ring!”
P. LICKIN: “That was a bad pun, Joey.”
JOEY STYLES: “What is?”
P. LICKIN: “Kamikaze? Flew across? That was bad!”
JOEY STYLES: “But I wasnt really...”
P. LICKIN: “HUSH!”
Vance quickly rises to his feet and so does Kam. Vance charges and attempts to clothesline Kam but Kam ducks it. Kam then hits Vance with a spinning back kick to the midsection doubling him over. Kam then quickly runs to the ropes and bounces off of it. Kam then returns but Vance catches him with a HUGE spinning spinebuster planting him down to the mat. Vance then quickly follows it up with a cover... 1... 2... Kam gets the shoulder up just in time as Vance climbs to his feet and picks Kam up by the hair. Vance then hammers Kam with several right hand to the face before pulling his arm and sending him to the corner. Kam collides with the turnbuckle with a loud thud as Vance backs up. Vance then charges towards Kam in the corner but Kam moves out of the way causing Vance to collide shoulder first to the steel ring post to the delight of the fans!
JOEY STYLES: “Ouch.”
P. LICKIN: “That’s what your mom said.”
JOEY STYLES: “That was uncalled for!”
P. LICKIN: “She said that too...”
Vance clutches his shoulders as he staggers inside the ring. Kam dropkicks him in the back causing him to fall over between the top and middle ropes. Kam runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off of it. Kam returns and attempts a tiger feint kick to Vance but Vance catches him. Vance then positions him into a powerbomb but Kam reverses it and he sends Vance to the outside via a huracanrana. Kam surveys Vance who is slowly getting up to his feet. Kam then runs to the ropes and bounces off of it as he then launches himself into a tope con hielo landing right on top of Vance sending them both down on the arena floor as the fans are going wild!
JOEY STYLES: “O DIOS MIO!!!”
P. LICKIN: “I thought you only scream that to a lucha libre match. Last time I check, neither Vance or Kamikaze are luchadors.”
JOEY STYLES: “I have no choice. I want to scream something foreign but I dont know the Japanese for Oh my god.”
Kam rises to his feet first. Vance followed shortly. Kam hammers Vance with a flurry of forearm shots to the face staggering him. Kam attempts to Irish whip Vance to the barricade but Vance’s size advantage comes to play as he pulls Kam towards him and launches over with a back body drop as Kam crashes and burns on the arena floor. Kam clutches his back as Vance picks him up. Vance puts Kam in a bear hug as the referee continues his count. Vance smashes Kam back first into the barricades causing Kam to collapse on the arena floor. Vance picks him up again and places him into a bear hug before smashing him again back first this time to the ring apron as he rolls on the floor clutching his back.
JOEY STYLES: “Typhoon Vance is dissecting Kamikaze to pieces here! Kamikaze is in trouble!”
P. LICKIN: “Mmm... A scientist and her guinea pig... The scientist is dissecting her guinea pig exploring him all over... That is indeed a good roleplaying activity...”
JOEY STYLES: “I dont even want to know what you’re talking about.”
Vance picks Kam up from the floor and rolls him into the ring before Vance rolls into the ring himself. Vance quickly goes for the cover and hooks the leg for extra leverage... 1... 2... TH... Kam gets his shoulders up in the nick of time. Vance climbs to his feet and picks Kam up from the mat. Vance then hits a backbreaker on Kam as he is once again seen rolling on the mat clutching his back. Vance covers him... 1... 2... Kam gets the shoulder up.
JOEY STYLES: “Vance is clearly targeting Kam’s back! Could he be setting him up for the T-Bomb?”
P. LICKIN: “Another good idea, Mr. Styles! Tequila bombs works as a good aphrodisiac!”
JOEY STYLES: “Oh god...”
Vance rises to his feet. He crouches down to pick Kam up but Kam catches him into a cradle... 1... 2.. Vance barely got out of the predicament. He quickly rises to his feet and stomps on Kam before raising him back up to his feet. Vance puts Kam in a fireman’s carry and when he’s about to drop him with a fireman’s carry slam, Kam twists in mid-air and reverses it into a tornado DDT planting Vance head first on to the mat as the fans goes wild! Kam quickly covers Vance... 1... 2... Vance gets the shoulder up to the disappointment of the fans.
JOEY STYLES: “HUGE tornado DDT by Kamikaze but it only gained a two count!”
Kam rises to his feet and stalks Vance as he is slowly getting back up. Vance makes it to one knee and Kam hits him with a stiff buzzsaw kick to the face but that didnt budge Vance. Kam then hits him with another but still did not budge Vance. Kam then backs up and charges hitting Vance with a shining wizard finally taking him back down to the mat. Kam then quickly rises to his feet and lands a standing moonsault right on top of Vance and covers him... 1... 2... Vance still gets the shoulder up!!
JOEY STYLES: “Vicious kicks from Kamikaze followed by a standing moonsault! Yet Vance kicked out again!”
Kam pounds the mat in frustration as he slowly rises to his feet. He picks up Vance from the mat and hammers him with several forearm shots. He then turns his back from Vance and grabs Vance head setting him up for the Kamikaze Deathdrop but Vance pushes him off sending him to the ropes. Kam bounces off the ropes and upon returning, Vance catches him into a waistlock before hurling him over head with a released German suplex that threw him across the ring. Vance didn’t waste anytime as he quickly turns Kam over and covers him hooking the leg... 1... 2... TH... Kam kicks out to the delight of the fans and the surprise of Vance!!
JOEY STYLES: “German Suplex by Vance! But Kamikaze is showing such resiliency here tonight as he kicked out from it!”
Frustration is starting to sink in to Typhoon Vance too as we can see him complaining to the referee about the count but the referee stood his ground telling him that it was only two. Vance shook his head as he climbs to his feet. He then picks Kam up from the mat. Vance hammers him with several right hands to the face before he attempts a Russian Leg Sweep but Kam fights out of it by elbowing Vance in the midsection. Vance quickly reacts and hammers Kam with forearm to the back of the head stunning him. Vance then grab Kam and places him into a Full Nelson before planting him to the mat face first with a facebuster. Vance quickly turns Kam over and hooks the leg... 1... 2... But the referee noticed that Kam’s feet is clearly under the bottom ropes!
JOEY STYLES: Kam's feet are clearly under the bottom ropes!
P. LICKIN: Congrats... you can READ.
This enraged Vance as the referee forces to break the count. Vance gets in the face of the referee but the referee did not back down and threatens to disqualify Vance. This exchange clearly gave Kam enough time to recover as we can see him rising from the mat when Vance turns around. Vance picks him from the mat and hammers him with a knee to the midsection. Vance does it over and over several times before sending Kam to the corner. Kam is leaning to the turnbuckles when Vance walks over him and carries him up and puts him to the top turnbuckle. Vance climbs the turnbuckle and sets Kam for a superplex but Kam fights out of it punching Vance in the midsection repeatedly. Kam eventually escaped the superplex as he is now hammering Vance with a flurry of forearms to his face staggering Vance a bit. Kam then sets Vance up into a suplex as the fans watch in horror as both are high above the turnbuckle. Kam roars to fire up the fans before raising Vance a little bit before planting him down to the mat with a SUPER Kamikaze Driver to the amazement of the fans!
JOEY STYLES: “Kamikaze with a Super Kamikaze Driver!! How he pulled it off?? I’ll never know!”
Kam covers Vance... 1... 2... Vance pushes Kam off of him! Kam rolls back to his feet and charges to Vance hitting him with a running baseball slide dropkick dropping him down to the mat again. Kam then rises to his feet and runs to the ropes and springboards landing a lionsault right on top of Vance but instead of following it up with a cover, Kam rolls back to his feet and charges to Vance landing a running shooting star press before finally going for the cover... 1... 2... Vance still managed to kick out!!!
P. LICKIN: “KICK OUT!!!”
JOEY STYLES: “JESUS CHRIST!!”
P. LICKIN: “What? Why are you screaming?”
JOEY STYLES: “You startled me! What happened to you?”
P. LICKIN: “Sorry I zoned out. I was having an orgasm of the mind.”
JOEY STYLES: “Cant believe I’m asking you this but... what were you thinking?”
P. LICKIN: “I was thinking about Alexia going down on me... your mom too.”
JOEY STYLES: “Son of a...”
P. LICKIN: “Oh I know you are, Joey. She proved that to me last night. She is indeed a bitchy kind! And I love it!”
Kam pounds the mat in frustration as he then rises to his feet. He stalks Vance who is slowly climbing to his feet eventually making it to his knee. Kam roars again and charges towards Vance but Vance quickly rises to his feet and meets him with HUGE boot to the face knocking him out instantly. Vance stares at the unconscious body of Kam before going for the cover... 1... 2... Vance breaks his own pin!! Vance rises to his feet and he wakes Kam up by kicking him in the face lightly that garners him a loud smothering of booing from the fans. Kam slightly regains consciousness as Vance picks him back up to his feet. Kam staggers as we can see Vance toying with him by slapping him across the face while he staggers.
JOEY STYLES: “Vance is just toying with Kamikaze here slapping him around!”
P. LICKIN: “Oh she does! She love slapping and spanking too!”
JOEY STYLES: “CUT IT OUT!”
P. LICKIN: “What??”
JOEY STYLES: “That! Whatever it is you’re fantasizing! Cut it out! We have a job to do!”
P. LICKIN: “Alright! Alright!”
JOEY STYLES: “Good.”
P. LICKIN: “She does love to do jobs.”
Vance continues to toy with Kam going so far as kneeling down to the mat to be on the same level of Kam’s height when Kam then suddenly answers with a roundhouse kick to the face that stuns Vance. Kam then fires a rapid shots of roundhouse kicks to Vance head before running to the ropes and bounces off of it. Kam returns but Vance regains his composure in time to catch Kam and plants him to the mat with an Alabamaslam knocking Kam out in the process. Vance kneels down and covers him... 1... 2... Kam gets the shoulder up in time!! And that enraged Vance as he quickly rises to his feet and stomps the hell out of Kam. Vance then picks Kam up and hammers him with several right hands to the face but Kam suddenly began fighting back to Vance’s surprise!
JOEY STYLES: “Kamikaze’s fighting back and I dont think Vance is expecting this!”
P. LICKIN: “Oooh... She loves it when I bite back. She said it’s kinky.”
Vance hits him with a right hand. Kam answers back with a forearm. Vance hits him with another right hand. Kam answers back with another forearm. Kam then hits a kick to Vance shin. Vance answers back with a knee to the midsection. Vance then follows it up with an elbow to the face. Vance then picks Kam up into a military press but Kam quickly reverses it into a sunset flip trapping Vance in a pinning predicament... 1... 2... Vance powers out of it as they both rises to their feet. Vance attempts a clothesline but Kam ducks it. Kam chops down the big man kicking him several times to the shin bringing him down to one knee.
Kam then attempts a buzzsaw kick to Vance head but Vance ducks it and catches Kam into an Argentine backrack. Kam attempts to fight out of it as Vance rises to his feet. Vance wastes no time as he quickly spins Kam around and drops him to the mat with the T-Bomb!! Vance covers Kam with a smirk on his face as the referee drops down to the mat... ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" “Shame” by Drowning Pool began to blasts through the speakers of the arena as Vance looks down on the fallen body of Kamikaze as he then slowly raises his arms up in the air to the disdain of the fans.
JOEY STYLES: “T-Bomb! Vance hits the T-Bomb! And its all over!! Typhoon Vance advances to the next round of the King of the Ring tournament!”
P. LICKIN: “The match is over?”
JOEY STYLES: “Yes.”
P. LICKIN: “Goddamn it! What did I mis??”
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TYPHOON VANCE SEGMENT
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(The lights dim and “Hero” by Skillet blasts out over the arena's sound system. The crowd wait in eager anticipation until finally, Lee Ryan arrives onstage, accompanied by Cheyenne and with the VWF Eurocontinental title belt draped over his shoulder. The crowd go wild as Ryan stands at the top of the ramp, looking around the arena with a confident smile on his face. Ryan signals to the fans that he wants more noise and they respond with a huge pop that only gets louder as he holds the championship belt high in the air and walks first to one side of the stage and then the other, showing off both the belt and the stunning Cheyenne. Ryan then puts the belt back over his shoulder and strides down to the ring, high-fiving fans on both sides of the ramp as the ring announcer introduces him.)
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the Viking Wrestling Federation Eurocontinental Championship. Introducing first, from London, England and weighing in at TWO hundred and TWENTY FIVE pounds, he is a former Britannia Heavyweight Champion, a former VWF World Heavyweight Champion, a two-time Brazilian Deathmatch sceptre winner and the current, defending EUROCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, accompanied to the ring by Cheyenne, he is “ALL THAT”, LEE, RYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAANN!
(Ryan walks around the ring, soaking up the love from the fans, then hands his title belt to Cheyenne and leaps nimbly up on to the ring apron and vaults over the top rope in to the ring, getting another huge pop from the crowd as he goes to all four turnbuckles before going to the centre of the ring to wait for his opponents.
After a few seconds, Ryan's music cuts out and the arena goes silent and is bathed in a dark red light. Suddenly the familiar sound of a siren blares out and Typhoon Vance's trademark mushroom cloud explosion goes of at the top of the stage. The crowd boo as “Shame” by Drowning Pool plays and a second, V-shaped explosion goes off, bringing Vance to the top of the stage. Vance stares down Ryan in the ring as he pumps his fist, setting off a final pyro burst, then slowly makes his way to the ring, never breaking eye contact with the Eurocontinental Champion.)
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing second, from Mobile Alabama and weighing in at THREE hundred and THIRTY pounds, he is currently UNDEFEATED in the Viking Wrestling Federation, our first challenger, TYPHOON, VAAAAAAAANNNCE!
(Vance arrives at the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, then removes his black hoodie and throws it at the ref before immediately getting in Ryan's face, flexing his muscles to show off his superior strength as Ryan stands his ground and stares back. After a few seconds of this, Vance's music cuts out and the lights once again go dark as “You Were The King” by Atreyu plays and a thick smoke engulfs the stage. Eventually, Tyler Graves appears and walks slowly through the smoke, getting a massive amount of negative heat from the crowd. Graves looks focused as he slowly walks down the ramp and ascends the ring steps.)
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing last, from Long Beach California and weighing in at TWO hundred and TWENTY five pounds, he is a former CWC Heavyweight CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, TYLER, GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
(Graves jumps into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and slowly looks around the arena, apparently revelling in the negative response from the crowd as he raises his arm in the air. Finally, Graves jumps down off the turnbuckle and sizes up his opponents as his music fades out. With all three competitors in the ring, the referee signals for the bell to officially start the contest.
The match starts slowly as the three men circle each other, reluctant to make the first move with a second opponent ready to take advantage as soon as they are distracted. Eventually Typhoon Vance goes to tie up with Lee Ryan, but “All That” ducks out of his grasp and kicks him in the knee, then hits a lightning-fast dropkick to the back that sends him reeling into the ropes. Ryan goes after Vance in the corner but Tyler Graves grabs him from behind and rolls him up in a Small Package, ref counts 1...2... Ryan kicks out. Ryan gets to his feet and walks straight into an earth-shattering CLOTHESLINE from Typhoon Vance! Vance starts laying in to Ryan with boots to the chest and Tyler Graves joins in the assault, beating down the Champ with a brutal physical assault. Vance drags Ryan to his feet and signals for Graves to move to the other side of the ring. Typhoon Vance then whips the Eurocontinental Champion at Tyler Graves, who lays him out with a spinning back elbow.)
JOEY STYLES: Typhoon Vance and Tyler Graves seem to be cooperating to take out the champion! This could be bad news for “All That!”
(Tyler Graves grabs Ryan's leg and locks him in a single-leg Boston Crab. As Ryan struggles in the hold, Vance realizes he loses his title chance if Ryan taps out to Graves, but instead of breaking the hold he grabs Ryan's arm and drags him over to the ropes, placing his arm on the bottom rope so that he suffers for longer in the hold as the ref counts 1...2...3...4... before forcing Graves to release the hold. Graves looks annoyed with Vance but allows him to pick up “All That” and set him up for a thunderous T-BOMB... Ryan counters at the last second into a HURRICANRANA that sends Vance crashing over the top rope and out of the ring! Ryan turns around to face Tyler Graves, who looks to capitalize on the one-on-one situation the DOWNFALL TO LEE RYAN, but Ryan counters yet again, hitting Graves with a forearm followed by a knee to the gut, then throwing him out of the ring between the top and second ropes, sending him crashing in to Vance on the outside. Ryan raises a hand and screams COME ON! to the crowd, who give him a huge pop as he leaps up onto the middle of the top rope and hits an amazing SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING-STAR PRESS that takes out both of his opponents as they struggle to their feet!)
JOEY STYLES: WHAT AN INCREDIBLE MOVE BY LEE RYAN! An unbelievable way to get back into this fight!
(A fired-up Lee Ryan grabs Tyler Graves and throws him under the bottom rope, leaving his head hanging over the ring apron, then goes to the top rope and flies off, hitting a leg-drop that snaps Graves's head back with brutal force. Ryan gets back in the ring and covers Graves, the ref counts 1...2... TYPHOON VANCE GRABS RYAN'S FOOT AND DRAGS HIM OUTSIDE THE RING TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! Ryan gets up and hits Vance in the face with a forearm, but Vance just shrugs it off and hits him back, stunning the much smaller man. Vance then lifts Ryan up in a crushing bear-hug, which he holds for several seconds before charging at the ring post, driving Ryan's spine painfully into the steel. Vance then rolls Ryan under the bottom rope and follows him into the ring, where he whips him into the turnbuckle and follows him in with a running elbow to the head, before hitting a vicious overhand chop to the Eurocontinental Champ's chest, making a sickening noise that echoes throughout the arena. Vance then grabs Ryan, hooks his arms around the defenceless “All That”'s chest and hits a ROLLING BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, bringing his full weight down on top of his opponent to maximize the impact. Vance covers, ref counts 1...2... Tyler Graves hits an elbow to break up the count, but Vance sees it coming and gets out of the way so Ryan takes the impact. As Graves gets up, Vance hits him with a couple of hard right hands to the head, then lifts him up and hits a huge POWERSLAM to Tyler Graves, slamming him violently on top of the downed Lee Ryan. Vance roars and flexes his muscles as he stands over his opponent, getting a massive boo from the crowd.)
JOEY STYLES: And now the unbelievable strength and raw power of Typhoon Vance is coming in to play! If he can continue to dominate his opponents through sheer brute force, I can't see this one going on much longer!
P. LICKEN: That's what your Mom said last night, Styles.
JOEY STYLES: What, about not going on much longer, or the stuff about Typhoon Vance?
P.LICKEN: Both!
(Vance drags both hiss opponents to their feet and first whips Graves into the turnbuckle, then sends Ryan crashing in to him. Vance charges in and clotheslines Ryan as he staggers out of the corner, then sets up Graves on the top rope for a SUPERPLEX ON TOP OF LEE RYAN, but Graves somehow manages to block the hold and counter into an ARMDRAG OFF THE TOP ROPE that sends Vance crashing to the outside from a great height, his massive bulk working against him as he slams to the ground with a thud that seems to shake the arena. Graves looks for a top-rope elbow drop to Lee Ryan but Ryan throws himself on the top rope, sending Graves to the mat. Graves gets slowly to his feet and Ryan goes after him with a hard right hand to the head, Graves rocks back on his heels but replies with a right hand of his own and the two trade shots in the middle of the ring. The deadlock is broken when Graves counters a punch by grabbing Ryan's arm and twisting it behind Ryan's head, then hits and STO-like leg sweep whilst keeping the armlock applied, wrapping the Champion up in the GRAVE TRUTH! Ryan struggles in the hold but Graves locks the hold in as tight as he can, while Typhoon Vance still looks out of the fight on the outside of the ring!)
P.LICKEN: OH MY GOD, RYAN HAS NOWHERE TO GO! WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! GRAVES IS GOING TO WIN THE TITLE!
JOEY STYLES: What the hell did you just say?
P.LICKEN: What, I'm not allowed to talk about wrestling too?
(Ryan looks to be fading in the hold, worn down by the effects of the beating he has taken over the course of the match, while Graves has a demonic look in his face as he forces Ryan's arm back at an unnatural angle. As Ryan weakens, the crowd get behind him and start chanting “ALL THAT! ALL THAT!”, which seems to give him a second wind. Using every ounce of strength in his body, Ryan pushes back against the hold, trying to relieve the pressure on his arm, whilst furiously throwing his body towards the ropes, inching agonizingly towards freedom until finally his free hand reaches out and touches the bottom rope! Graves keep the hold locked in as the ref counts 1...2...3...4...5... Graves is forced to release the hold! On the outside of the ring, Typhoon Vance is finally getting to his feet as Graves drags Ryan back to the middle of the ring and once again goes for the GRAVE TRUTH, but Ryan hits a drop toe-hold and quickly locks him in the ALL THAT EXPERIENCE, right in the middle of the ring!)
JOEY STYLES: Lee Ryan is showing amazing heart and guts to stay in this fight after the assault his opponents have dished out, is he about to retain the title against all the odds?
P.LICKEN: MAN Cheyenne looks hot tonight, you think if Ryan's too tired to do her tonight she'll give me a chance?
JOEY STYLES: Good to have you back, man.
(Graves looks to be suffering on the hold as the ref crouches next to him, asking if he wants to quit, Graves's hand hovers over the mat, desperately trying not to tap out but there's nowhere to go.... TYPHOON VANCE GETS BACK IN THE RING AND BREAKS THE HOLD! Vance grabs Ryan by the throat and lift him up for the BLACK RAIN but Ryan breaks out of his opponent's grasp by punching him square in the nose, then kicks him in the gut and lays him out with the DOUBLE IMPACT! Ryan looks to cover but Tyler Graves is back on his feet, Graves goes for a kick to Ryan's gut but Ryan grabs his leg, spins him around and hits the ONE NIGHT STAND TO TYLER GRAVES! Lee Ryan looks at both his opponents laid out in the ring and with a huge roar to the crowd, climbs slowly and painfully to the top rope, preparing to hit the LEAP OF FAITH on Vance. He points, and as he jumps, Vance quickly rolls up and hits the Cat-V as Ryan comes down! Typhoon Vance hooks the leg and covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
(The VikingTron shows The Viking King sitting in his office. Viking looks up as the camera pans in, and begins to speak...)
VIKING: Ladies and gentlemen. For almost twelve years now, The VWF has been bringing to you quality wrestling in all corners of the world. We have come to you in venues small and large, foreign and domestic. And throughout it all, we have been privledged to acknowledge the achievements of a small group of individuals who have, through actions and accomplishments have put not only The VWF, but themselves on the map. Without further ado... I give to you... the Class of 2010... VWF Hall of Fame entrants...
VIKING: Mr. Fantastic holds many records in The VWF. Most noteably, he has been able to be the only person to ascend to the highest title available, the World Heavyweight Championship, not only as Mr. Fantastic, but under the Creed moniker before that. Additionally, his latest run as World Champion set records, as he held the belt, defending it successfully for over a full year. Ian Credible introduced new media to The VWF that few have tried and even fewer have succeeded. Also a former World Champion, his title reign was one of the most controversial in The VWF's history. And last but not least, Lee Ryan, a former 2 time World Heavyweight Champion, has also strung together long and successful title reigns from the Britannia Heavyweight to Eurocontinental to World Titles. Lee has been the most successful in Brazilian Death Matches, winning not only one in 2007's Big Birthday Bash, but again in 2009. These three men have proven that they are not only the elite of The VWF and E-fedding, but true warriors of the squared circle. Your... Class of 2010....
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The ring crew having finished prepping the ring after the triple threat match, the ring announcer for King of the Ring once again stepped through the ring ropes and stood center. Raising the microphone to his lips, he let out his best enthusiasm and spoke.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the VWF Intercontinental Championship!”
On cue the lights in the arena go dark, the crowd buzzing with anticipation for the next match in what had been a hectic event thus far to say the least. The beginning electric guitar rifts of The Hive's Hate to Say I Told You So let the crowd know who to expect coming down the ramp and indeed, the accompanying pyro launched into the air revealed behind them the former United States Champion, Jose Ramon. His back to the crowd, he extends his arms outward in the symbol of the cross before making a swift turn and gesturing at himself with a thumbs up. Walking towards the ring with a purpose, Jose Ramon makes a belt gesture, as if he was already destined to win the next match. Climbing through the ropes, Jose turned to face the entrance ramp and bounced a few times in the ring, eager to get under way.
The ring announcer had moved to the far corner of the ring as Jose made his entrance, but returned center stage to continue his duties.
“First, from Los Angeles, California, Jose Ramon!"
Joey Styles: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. Intercontinental title up for grabs tonight! Jose Ramon vs. The Ego Buster Dan Ryan, and I've gotta say, after all the talk between these two the past couple of weeks, I've got to imagine they both have only one thing in mind.
P. Lickin: Getting laid, obviously.
Joey Styles: … Besides that, P?
P. Lickin: Besides that?! What kind of queer, pedo, necrophiliac hermaphrodite are you, Styles?!
As the smoke from the pyro slowly dissipates the lights in the arena go dark once again. Flashes of white pulsating light could now be seen as the crowd started to get amped up as look towards the entrance ramp, hoping to get the first glance at the incoming wrestler. The electric guitar strums of Smashing Pumpkins' Zero suddenly could be heard blasting through the arenas' sound system. The words “Ego Buster” fill the Vikingtron before a montage of opponents that have been given the Humility Bomb flash across the screen. Underneath, strolling down the ramp, appeared the VWF's Intercontinental Champion, ignoring all crowd reaction and even the pyro being set off around him. Walking up the steel steps, he steps over the top rope and gazing through his shaded sunglasses in the distance, a stone cold look upon his face as he glanced at the packed arena, before putting his eyes on his opponent for the night.
The ring announcer, eager to take a break once again and sit down outside of the ring, raised his microphone one final time and finished up his call for this match.
“And from Houston, Texas... he is the VWF Intercontinental Champion... “The Ego Buster” Dan Ryan!”
Joey Styles: And here he is, The Ego Buster himself, looking jacked and ready to take out his next opponent.
P. Lickin: I don't know about this one, Styles. We might have to get some security out here for this match. I don't like the way these guys are looking at each other.
Joey Styles: I don't think The Viking King would like security guards obstructing the camera views of the ring during one of His pay-per-views, P.
P. Lickin: Not for them! For me! If these guys go out of control, I want to have protection! Like, you know, like how I want to have protection when I'm banging your mom!
With the ring announcer now out of the ring, the bell sounds and the match is underway! The two opponents eye each other from across the ring, weeks of acrimony bellowing in between them. Finally, the Ego Buster makes the first move and charges Jose Ramon with a huge takedown to start the match. With Ramon dazed on the mat, Ryan proceeds to mount Ramon and pummel him with a few closed fisted shots to the face, before the referee interjects and gives a warning to Ryan not to abuse the rules of the match up or he'll be disqualified. The wind knocked out of him, Ramon lay on the canvas for a few seconds longer while Ryan argued with the referee. By the time Ryan realized he was giving Ramon too much of a break, Ramon had already recovered enough to trip Ryan into an inside cradle. Quickly the referee drops to the canvas. 1...2... and a kickout! More surprised by Ramon's actions rather that hurt by them, Ryan grimaces as Ramon quickly gets back to his feet. Ryan charges at Ramon again, looking to put the Hispanic away early. Ramon, however, had gotten back his bearings back completely at this point and when he saw Ryan charging at him, immediately moved himself into a corner and dropped to the canvas, causing Ryan to jump over the prone body of Ramon and take a full impact into the corner turnbuckle without the possibility of bracing himself. Staggering backward, Ryan was unable to prevent Ramon from attempting to take advantage of the situation with a quick roll up once again. 1.... 2... kickout! This time, the kickout was not as powerful as the last, as Ryan gasped for breath in his crushed sternum while Ramon began to climb the turnbuckle in an attempt to hit Posterized on his opponent.
Joey Styles: Wow, incredible move from Jose Ramon here and he seems to have completely recovered from the spear he suffered early on in the match.
P. Lickin: Don't know about that, Styles. Looks to me like Ramon's just running away, hoping for Ryan to mess up on something for him to steal a victory. What kind of a way to win a championship is that?
Joey Styles: You wouldn't try to steal a win if someone outweighed you by nearly two hundred pounds and had a foot on you?
P. Lickin: …
Joey Styles: Thought so.
Standing at the top of the turnbuckle, Ramon flashed a signal to the crowd before leaping off of the ropes and twisting in the air into a spectacular Shooting Star Press. Unfortunately for him, Ryan had recovered enough of his senses to move enough out of the way to miss coming into contact with the airborne Ramon. Hitting the canvas with a sickening impact, Ramon immediately grabbed his stomach and attempted to draw breath while Ryan began to stagger to his feet, shaking his head to clear some of the cobwebs. Turning around back to the fallen Ramon and raising him up off of the canvas, into a completely vertical position before almost throwing him off of him in a Gorilla Press slam leaving Ramon face first into the canvas.
Joey Styles: And now the Intercontinental Champ on the attack with a very impressive slam there on the fallen Jose Ramon.
P. Lickin: I told you, Styles. These two guys hate each other enough that they simply don't care how much they get hurt, so long as they inflict more hurt on their opponent. Speaking of which, WHERE IS MY SECURITY, DAMN IT?!
Having taken his moment in the spotlight and relished in it, Dan Ryan returns his gaze upon his fallen opponent. Grabbing hold of Ramon's hair and lifting him up slowly, Dan Ryan began to slap the still dazed Ramon in the face a couple of times in a simple heel gesture designed to humiliate his opponent. Pushing his opponent into the ring ropes, Ryan whipped Ramon to the opposite side and lowered his body, looking to flip Graves over and onto his back. Ramon managed to grab hold of the ring ropes at the last second, however, and evaded the back press. Trying to take advantage of the momentary lapse of judgement by Ryan, Ramon now charged in and gave the Intercontinental champion a daze of his own with a dropkick right to the wrestler's skull, causing Ryan to simply collapse while Ramon tried to breathe in and expand his lungs once again after the recent torment he had been through.
Joey Styles: Jose Ramon with a desperation manuever and you've got to wonder what will it take to put the big man away?
P. Lickin: Two buckets of chicken, ice cold beer, and a bitch on my dick. Oh, wait, you weren't talking about me?
Joey Styles: … I hate you.
In the meantime, Ramon had managed to move close enough to Ryan to turn the behemoth over and drape an arm over the champion's chest. Immediately, the ref went to his knees and started to slap his hand to the mat.
“One! Two!...”
As if on cue, or in unconsciousness, Ryan jerked his shoulder off of the mat long enough to break the referee's count. Both men staggered to their feet and started to trade blows with each other in the center of the ring. And then a right by Ryan gets through uncontested, and then another, and another. Looking at the dazed Ramon in the center of the ring, Ryan clenched his teeth and raised up both of his hands and flipped off the former United States Champion before delivering a devastating clothesline! With Ramon at his feet, Ryan raised his arm up to the crowd, signaling the end of the match, before grabbing hold of the man's head and picking up Ramon long enough to place him in the prime position for what was to come. Raising Jose Ramon high above his head, everyone knew what was coming, though no one knew better than Dan Ryan, who had been putting away so many of his opponents with this very maneuver. Bringing Ramon down on a high speed angle, it almost seemed as though the former champ's neck was near broken in that engagement while Joey Styles on commentary made the obvious call.
Joey Styles: OH MY GOD! HUMILITY BOMB ON RAMON!
Ryan, dusting off his imaginary clothes, lays down on top of the fallen Jose Ramon, while the referee does his job for this match.
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
CLASS OF 2010 HALL OF FAME SEGMENT
**--After a promo for The VWF Fan Page and the Mystery B Theater, the scene opens up with the camera scanning the audience and their various signs. They guys holding up “Alexia, you ARE my Goddess!” signs and women holding up “Cedrone, I want your Jonny!” When all of a sudden the lights in the arena goes out, James Hetfield is heard singing, “What don’t kill ya make ya more strong!” then to the riffs of the guitars, and the beats of the drums, white lights dance across the arena and at the top of the stage. The fans in attendance go completely nuts as they know exactly who’s about to grace them with his presence. After a moment to hype it up a little, the VWF World Heavyweight Champion himself, Jonny Cedrone comes walking through the curtain. Dressed in slacks and a tucked in white silk shirt and proudly sitting on his right shoulder is the most beautiful hunk of Gold a person has ever laid their eyes on, the VWF World Heavyweight Championship, Jonny Cedrone stands at the top of the stage, looks out at the crowd with a huge grin on his face. He follows it up with a “I’m not worthy” bow to everyone before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. During his travel to the ring, he slaps the outstretched hands of his adoring fans, the females can’t help themselves from grabbing onto his arm and pulling him in closer to them so they can get a closer look, feel, kiss, rub, whatever it is they can achieve in that brief moment in time. After finally being able to make it into the ring, he climbs each turnbuckle and plays to the fans, proudly holding up the World Championship for the World to see. After climbing each turnbuckle, Jonny asks for the mic. The ring announcer rushes over and hands him the mic as his music fades out. The house lights come up, brightening up the room, causing Jonny to squint for a second, and laughs about it. The music might’ve died out but the fans certainly haven’t as they continue to chant… “JON-NY CE-DRONE!” *clap* *clap* *clap, clap, clap* “JON-NY CE-DRONE!” *clap* *clap* *clap, clap, clap--**
Cedrone: “I love each and every one of you. I really do.”
**--As Cedrone and the fans soak each other in for a moment, the banter begins between Lickin’ and Styles--**
P. Lickin’: “And let the lovefest begin.”
Styles: “Jealous?”
P. Lickin’: “I have a love-hate relationship with Cedrone.”
Styles: “Oh yeah? How so?”
P. Lickin’: “I love to hate him. Duh.”
Styles: “I know that much. I was inquiring as to why.”
P. Lickin’: “Oh. Because somehow, I still haven’t figured it out yet, but he got to your Mom before I did.”
Styles: “See? You snooze you…I hate you.”
Cedrone: “Ya know, I’ve watched wrestlin’ essentially my entire life. I have heard heel, after heel, after heel come out and totally berate you guys through the years. Of course it goes from generation through generation, but as the old sayin’ goes, ‘the more things change the more they stay the same.’ As long as there are heels, they’re gonna come out here and berate you, tell you that you suck, tell you that you’re beneath them. Basically, they come out here and lie to you and lie to themselves and say that they could be here without any of you.”
**--The fans boo--**
Cedrone: “I know, that’s what I said. But I want you to know somethin’. As much as they come out here and talk down to all of you, as much as they wanna THINK that they can do all this without any of you…they couldn’t be more wrong.”
**--The fans cheer--**
Cedrone: “If I’ve said it ONCE…I’ve said it a thousand times…if it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for each and every one of you spendin’ your hard earned money to come to the arenas or buyin’ the pay per views…then there wouldn’t be a Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation. There wouldn’t be a CWC. There wouldn’t be a TFWF. An EFK. There’d be no Experts. Heck, there wouldn’t even be that little Company here on the East Coast if it weren’t for fans like you. Albeit, I think the fans that follow THIS company over the last one I mentioned could be a little smarter than THOSE fans.”
**--The fans surprisingly cheer. I mean we ARE in Boston, basically “the other company’s” backyard.--**
Cedrone: “Yeah, these people may THINK that they’re above you the fans, but without you, how could they even be here? As far as I’m concerned, I think everyone owes each and every one of you a bit of gratitude.”
**--The fans cheer once again as Cedrone give them an applause himself--**
Cedrone: “So on behalf of everyone in the back, I wanna take this opportunity to let you know how important you are to each of us. I wanna take this time and say thank you! Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!”
"BULL SHIT!"
**--A woman's voice resounds over the sound system as Jonny frowns looking around confused. A moment later "You Spin Me Around" by Dope hits the sound system and everyone figures out that it's Alexia who is making her way out to the arena. She's standing up on the stage, mic in her hand. She's wearing black Tripp pants with silver straps and chains and accents around the pockets. Her torso is clothed in a black corset with silver laces in the front and back, each panel of between the corset's bones is decorated with an Asian dragon in whose colors fade from silver to blue. She stands at the top of the stage, alone. Cerb is not with her for one, as she looks around the jeering arena and runs a hand through her hair. Then her eyes fall upon Jonny, and her lush lips curl into a cruel smile as her eyes narrow dangerously. Her music starts to fade out but the crowd continues to jeer. She simply stands there and smiles down the ramp at Jonny in the ring, slightly shaking her head now and then and looking like she's about to laugh maniacally. Soon enough the crowd dies down and she chuckles lightly before raising her mic.--**
Alexia: "Jonny, Jonny, Jonny. Are you ever going to learn?"
**--She waved her free hand out, indicating the crowd in the sold out arena.--**
Styles: “Breathe P! Brea…no wait. Die bastard, die!”
P. Lickin’: “I think I have Joey…and I’ve gone to Heaven!”
Alexia: "These hicks? You're thanking these uneducated, lazy ass morons? People who are told who and what to like and actually follow it! Jonny, I hope you realize you're thanking a flock of fucking sheep! What is wrong with you? These people are nothing but mindless cash cows that pay into our merchandise! Viking King tells them who to like and what to buy. Sure they make up a minimal amount of our money, but most of it comes in from other places and you know it. How can you stand down there and thank them? How can you stand in the middle of that fucking ring, and say you fight for them? You fight for the followers? For people who can't be leaders? For people who can only sit and watch those of us who are better than they are and wish it were them in the ring with or in place of us? How can you fight for that? For commercialism? For people who don't know how to grab a hold of the bull by the horns and take control of their own destiny? Jonny I've been telling you for I don't know how long, but to fight for the weak minded and the weak willed like that makes you weak too!"
**--The fans jeer and Alexia rolls her eyes.--**
Alexia: "Oh fuck you too! Take your money away, take our checks away and we'd still be here. Most of us don't wrestle for the cash. I don't. I don't need to. We wrestle for the joy of the fight. For the adrenalin rush of flying through the air. Feeling a bone crush under our fist, and the sickening cracking sound when you land someone on their head. Take the fans away and WE. WILL. STILL. BE. HERE. Fame, money, all of it is easily obtained in other ways, and is just a lucky byproduct of loving the fight. Do you know how many underground promotions there are where there isn't one single fan at the shows or events. They wrestle and fight for the love of it. So you're very wrong in thinking that we wouldn't be here without these guys. Without the cock bites that watch us we simply wouldn't be on as big of a stage as we are, that’s all."
**--She paused and smirked.--**
Alexia: "And you Jonny. Are probably even worse than these guys. They follow as commerce sheep. You lead those sheep because you need them to acknowledge you. You need them, to know you're loved. You need that validation to know you exist. You need to feel the love and admiration of others, you don't know how to rely on yourself and your own senses. If you need THEM in order to be HERE, then I've been right all along. You have NO fucking right to be the VWF World Champion!"
**--Jonny chuckles a little bit in a frustrating manner then points in Alexia’s direction--**
Cedrone: “No. YOU have no business in even LOOKIN’ at this Championship, let alone FIGHTIN’ for it Lexi! You have NO idea how long I have been fightin’, tooth and nail to get to where I am today and I know DAMN well that without these fans’ support through the past couple years, I DEFINITELY wouldn’t be where I am today! Now, whether you want to admit it, or whether you want to accept it or not, THESE people are the ONLY reason why we’re here Alexia! THESE people are the ones that sign your paychecks. Sure it’s The Vikin’ King’s name on the dotted line, but it’s THESE fans who funnel the money to The Vikin’ King in order to MAKE our paychecks but you’re too stubborn to look at it that way!”
“You stand there and say that the money comes from other places? What other places are there Alexia? See? You lie so much, you believe yourself and think that that actually makes sense sweetheart. THESE people buy the merchandise. THESE people buy the tickets. THESE people buy the pay per views. Sure the sponsors have somethin’ to do with it but if you stop and think about it, if it weren’t for THESE people watchin’ the TV and the commercials, they wouldn’t buy the products therefore the commercials would be pointless as well! So your concept and your thought process around THAT point is blown completely outta the water.”
“But in regards to you and others wrestlin’ solely for the passion of the sport, or for the adrenaline of the sport, or for the physicality of the sport, that’s fine. Whatever tickles your pickle sweetheart, more power to ya. There aren’t too many people in this sport that loves this sport more than I do. I’ve grown up watchin’ this sport, idolizin’ the Icons and Legends of this sport and even some of the unsung heroes. I wake up every mornin’ countin’ my lucky stars and thankin’ the Big Guy Above for the opportunity to live out my dream of BEIN’ a professional wrestler. And I also know that it’s an added bonus that I get PAID to do what I love to do, and I know WHO I have to thank for that. So if you feel that you should wrestle in some underground wrestling ‘company’ for nobody to showcase your skills to, then who am I to keep you from leavin’? But then again, you wouldn’t leave.”
**--Jonny says with a grin on his face--**
**--Alexia begins to raise her mic up to speak but Cedrone cuts her off--**
Cedrone: “Now wait a minute, wait a minute. You wanna interrupt me, I let ya. Now it’s my turn to speak.”
**--The fans go bananas. Alexia smirks at the crowd, rolls her eyes and flips them all off--**
Cedrone: “You ALSO had the audacity to come out here and tell ME, the VWF World Heavyweight Champion that I don’t deserve to hold this Championship. Me. ‘The King of Sexy’ Jonny Cedrone doesn’t deserve to hold this Championship?”
**--Alexia shakes her head--**
Alexia: “You don’t.”
Cedrone: “Who died and made YOU the Judge of who deserves to hold Gold around here?”
**--The fans cheer again as Alexia chuckles a little--**
Cedrone: “Because the last time I checked, if memory serves me right, throughout all the times you and I have faced each other in this ring, it has been ME who has the upper hand there darlin’. Not you. You may wanna think in that warped, sadistic, egotistical mind of yours that you’re this dominant force to be reckoned with, but in this Best of Three Series we’re involved in…what’s the score? You weren’t able to finish me off like you thought you were gonna be able to do. And as much as I would LIKE to think that I would be able to come out to this ring and beat a girl 100% of the time, with YOU, I know that the chances are a little more even than not. You’re not a ‘typical’ woman. You’re a first class athlete and you’re a warrior, no doubt about it. So I KNEW that I wasn’t gonna come in and beat you in both matches. I knew that. In fact, I kinda saw this comin’. I saw us goin’ 1-1 then havin’ a rubber match to crown the winner, but what I didn’t know, but not surprised about is how the rubber match went. Fast forward to 10-10-10 and tonight, in the ‘Winner Takes All’ match we find out who the better wrestler is. We’re fightin’ inside a structure that the two of us are no strangers to, are we honey? The last time you and I were in a Steel Cage match, I came out the winner. Not you. Me. Don’t be surprised if tonight’s no different. Tonight, I prove to you that no matter if I ‘pander to the crowd’ or not...I prove to you that I deserve to be the VWF World Heavyweight Champion, no ifs, ands or buts about it sweetheart!”
**--Alexia threw her head back and laughed.--**
Alexia: "Oh wow Jonny, you get funnier and funnier with the retarded things you say. I've got a friend who pretends to be an idiot, but unlike you, he actually TRIES at it. It must come natural to you. Honey, if our past matches had any say in how things turned out...then the first three or four times we faced off...do you remember? Back when The Rick was in charge? I beat you every time sweetie. If the past had anything to say about it, I would have beaten you back at Bloodlust. But as it is, history doesn't always repeat itself, does it? You can't go on the past Jonny. You can't live in it. You need to move on from it Jonny. Look back and learn from your experiences, and utilize them. But always move on. I've learned, and grown from my previous experience with you in the ring Jonny. But it seems to me you haven't. Learn and develop honey. Move on, and move past and look forward to the future."
**--Alexia was cool, calm, and collected.--**
Alexia: "I know I do."
**--She calmly points up as her voice, though still calm, gets icy and dark.--**
Alexia: "Steel, Jonny. Just think about it. Nothing but cold, hard steel closed in around us. Nothing else in the world matter except for you and I. Steel and blood mixed in one beautiful enclosure!"
**--Her eyes are alight with dreamy awe as she looks up at the steel cage.--**
Alexia: "Just us Jonny. Once that cage comes down around us, there will be no one else in the world. Because nothing else matters except for what’s inside the steel. Me. And You. And all the precious pain we can deal to one another! Pain is something I really enjoy Jonny. As you well know, I love putting my victims through as much pain as I can. I relish and live off of it, and I thrive on any that is dealt to me as well. That cage means nothing but pain for you and I. Now that we don't have that cock bite DiBiase to deal with, are you sure you can handle a cage match with me? A cage match with a woman who is known for the severe amount of pain she deals? A cage match where all her focus and attention is one hundred percent, on you? Are you sure you can win this particular cage match, given those circumstances?"
**--Cedrone looks above his head at the steel cage for a moment then brings his head and attention to Alexia up on the stage. From there he looks down at his Championship that’s still proudly perching on top of his shoulder, then takes his attention back at Alexia, puts a smile on his face and winks in her direction. The camera cuts back up towards Alexia whose face is adorned with an evil grin. She returns Jonny’s wink with one of her own as she raises the mic up to speak once more and in that dark, sexy evil voice that only Alexia owns…--**
Alexia: “See you in the cage Jonny-boy.”
**--Cedrone gives her a smile--**
Cedrone: “You bet!”
**-- "You Spin Me Around" by Dope blares over the PA system once more as Alexia turns on her heel as soon as her music hits and with that evil look still painted on her face, she walks with a purpose through the curtain. Once she disappears behind the curtain, the camera cuts back down to Cedrone who’s still in the ring, looking up towards the entranceway. He turns and looks into the camera and states--**
Cedrone: “This…is gonna be fun.”
**--He says with a smile as the scene fades to black and the King of the Ring pay per view cuts to a promo for Flu Shots--**
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The lights go out and are replaced red and white spotlights as "I Am Perfection" by Cage9 hits the sound system. The fans erupt into a frenzy of boos and jeers while Dash St. John steps onto the stage and gestures for everyone in attendance to welcome his client, Scott DiBiase, who walks out onto the stage illuminated by a red maple leaf-shaped spotlight. With a cocky smile and disdain in his eyes, Scott is flanked by Dash St. John as he slowly walks down the aisle, letting the fans at ringside know exactly how he feels about them.
Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by Dash St. John... hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... Scott DiBiase!
Scott climbs up the ring steps and steps through the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera and looked out into the crowd with a smirk on his face. Dash gestures up at Scott while the fans shower him with a chorus of boos and "ASS-HOLE!" chants but Scott simply laughs and shakes his head as he jumps down from the turnbuckle and leans back in his corner.
JOEY STYLES: Scott looking all kinds of confident here tonight.
P. LICKIN: Just like when I walk in your mom's bedroom....
The lights in the arena suddenly go dark as a soft red glow comes over the stage. Suddenly, a loud, blaring siren can be heard coming through the PA system before a huge pyro explosion goes off in the form of a mushroom cloud as the opening chords of "Shame" by Drowning Pool blasts through the speakers. After a few moments a second pyro blast goes off in the shape of a "V" and ushers Typhoon Vance into the arena. He is seen wearing a black hoodie with a red spade adorning the chest and the hood over his head. He takes a few steps down the ramp and pumps his fist down, setting off one last pyro pop and flipping the hood back over his back. He methodically walks to the ring eyeing DiBiase. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and gets to his feet before removing the hoodie at angrily throwing it at the referee. He then goes through a few stretches awaiting the beginning of the match.
Ring Announcer: Approaching the ring at this time... hailing from Mobile, Alabama! Weighing in at three hundred and thirty pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall... the Eurocontinental Champion... TYPHOON... VANCE!
The bell rings, and Vance comes running to splash him from behind, but DiBiase moves out of the way in time. Vance hits the corner, stumbles out and is greeted by several punches - the 4th sends him to the mat. Vance recovers, gets up, and is greeted with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope. DiBiase climbs out to follow him. He picks Vance up and throws him onto a few empty chairs. He asks the fans to get up and then whips Vance across the seats. DiBiase grabs Vance by the hair and bringing him back to the ring. Vance gives him a punch to the gut, DiBiase responds with a forearm to his back and then sends him surfing through another section of seats. He picks Vance up and whips him into the plastic barricade. DiBiase whips Vance into the metal rail and then takes a drink from a near by fan and throws it at Vance, drenching him, he then pulls him to his feet and they head back towards the ring. Vance manages a few punches at his chest, but DiBiase hammers him around the back of the head before throwing him into the metal steps.
JOEY STYLES: Come on, get back in the ring!!
P. LICKIN: But you can hurt your opponent better on the outside Styles!!
Grabbing Vance by the hair, DiBiase throws him back in the ring and quickly locks in a BOSTON CRAB.
The referee checks on Vance, but he refuses to quit, instead he reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope. The official forces DiBiase to break the hold. DiBiase picks Vance up and shoots him into the ropes, following with a running knee to the midsection. DiBiase tries to shoot Vance again, but Vance counters and shoots DiBiase into the ropes instead. Vance follows with a big clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the outside.
JOEY STYLES: Oh so in the ring will you!!
P. LICKIN: You like saying that word don’t you…ring!!
JOEY STYLES: You’re sick, you know that.
P. LICKIN: But you haven’t denied it.
Vance and DiBiase both get to their feet, and exchange blows. Vance kicks DiBiase to the midsection and hits a DDT, then grabs a chair. Vance tosses the chair in the ring, then rolls DiBiase in the ring right after it. Vance picks DiBiase up and hits a scoop slam on DiBiase onto the chair, then goes to the ropes. Vance hits a running elbow drop to the back of DiBiase’s neck. Vance picks DiBiase up. Vance chops DiBiase to the chest and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Vance chops DiBiase in the chest again, and the crowd gives a "Woo!" Vance chops DiBiase a third time, getting another "Woo!" from the crowd. DiBiase hits a big forearm to Vance's head and tosses him in the turnbuckle. DiBiase hits an overhand chop to Vance's chest, getting a "Woo!" of his own.
JOEY STYLES: DiBiase taking it right back to the Eurocontinental Champion...
DiBiase grabs Vance and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to Vance's back. DiBiase takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. Vance gets to his feet, holding his back. DiBiase jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a missile drop kick to Vance's back, knocking him face-first into the mat. DiBiase goes to work stomping on Vance's back. DiBiase rolls Vance over and drops his elbow down on the small of Vance’s back. Picking his opponent up DiBiase shoots Vance into the turnbuckle and hits a running splash. DiBiase grabs Vance and locks in a headlock. DiBiase goes for a bulldog, but Vance hooks the leg and counters with a backdrop suplex. Vance and DiBiase both get up a little slow, and DiBiase comes at Vance. Vance hits an arm-drag takedown, then wrenches the arm, cinching in a Fujiwara Arm Bar. Vance leans back wrenching DiBiase’s further. The official checks on DiBiase, but he refuses to surrender.
JOEY STYLES: It’s clear that neither man wants to lose this match.
P. LICKIN: What inciteful commentary. I just assumed they were here for tea and crumpets!
Realising that his opponent isn’t ready to quit, Vance yanks DiBiase to his feet by his arm, and hits a roundhouse kick to DiBiase's head. Vance hits an elbow drop to DiBiase’s shoulder. Vance picks DiBiase up and shoots him into the ropes. Vance hits a back-body drop, and then goes to the turnbuckle. Vance ascends the turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild. DiBiase gets to his feet. Vance goes for an elbow drop, but DiBiase is able to put the knee up, catching Vance in the face!
JOEY STYLES: DiBiase might have broken Vance’s nose with that dropkick!!
DiBiase stirs first, and picks up Vance. Vance breaks the hold, kicks DiBiase to the midsection, and hits Cat-V on DiBiase! The crowd goes crazy as Vance signals for the end. Locking his opponents arm between his legs, Vance wrenches back on DiBiase’s head in a camel clutch.
JOEY STYLES: This could be the end for DiBiase!!
P. LICKIN: Great, that means we can move on to the boobies!!!
JOEY STYLES: I think you're the reason that Alexia uses all that double sided tape, P.
Crying out in defiance DiBiase stretches out and manages to grab hold of the bottom rope.
P. LICKIN: Oh come on!! I wanna see boobies!!
Releasing the hold, Vance picks DiBiase up and shoots him into the turnbuckle, Vance hits a back elbow smash to DiBiase, but DiBiase is able to low blow Vance. Both men go down to their knees. Vance and DiBiase both slowly get to their feet, and exchange blows. Vance blocks a punch, and kicks DiBiase to the midsection. Vance grabs DiBiase and hits a vicious DDT. Again Vance goes to the top rope and leaps of going for another elbow drop. DiBiase rolls out of the way as Vance lands hard on his back. DiBiase laughs and begins to stop on Vances injured back before picking him up and shooting Vance into the ropes, hitting a clothesline on the rebound. Slowly, Vance gets to his feet, but DiBiase takes a running leap and drives a forearm into the lower back of his opponent.
JOEY STYLES: Vance’s back has got to be killing him.
DiBiase picks Vance up and after a few more shot to his back, he throws him towards the ropes. DiBiase goes for a back body drop but Vance flips over the top, picks DiBiase up and goes for a running power slam. At the last moment, DiBiase slides off Vance’s back, grabs hold of his head and locks in a sleeper hold on the way down.
JOEY STYLES: Wow what a reversal.
Vance stretches out and hooks a foot over the bottom rope but before the official can break the hold, DiBiase drags Vance into the centre of the ring. Stepping over his opponent, DiBiase sits down turning the hold into a Dragon Clutch. Vance howls out in agony.
JOEY STYLES: This could be the end.
P. LICKIN: No you moron, that’s at the end of the year! READ YOUR CALENDER!
The referee checks on Vance, he refuses to quit. Smelling blood, DiBiase wrenches back contorting his opponents back even more out of shape.
JOEY STYLES: Come on ref, that’s now more of a choke hold then a submission attempt.
Vance is fading fast, but he struggles, and is able to get a book on the bottom rope. The ref makes DiBiase break the hold. Vance chokes and holds his neck, gasping for air as DiBiase and the ref argue. DiBiase comes back over and starts to lay in the boots on Vance. DiBiase picks Vance up and hits some punches as he puts him in the corner. DiBiase hits a chop to the chest, drawing a "Woo!" from the crowd. DiBiase shoots Vance to the opposite turnbuckle, then charges in. Vance gets a boot up, catching DiBiase in the head. DiBiase staggers back, and Vance comes out and hits a bulldog. Vance picks DiBiase up, and shoots him to the corner. Vance runs in, but DiBiase grabs the ref, pulling him in the way. Vance hits the ref, who goes down. DiBiase collapses and rolls outside, collapsing on the floor. Vance checks on the ref, can be heard saying "Fuck it" and goes outside after DiBiase. DiBiase reaches for something under the ring. Vance grabs him and shoves him back against the steel stairs. Vance goes for a big right, but DiBiase holds up his hand and throws white powder in Vance's eyes, blinding him! DiBiase kicks him to the midsection and hits a DDT onto the steel stairs! DiBiase, panting heavily, staggers away, grabbing a steel chair. He turns back around as a dazed and blind Typhoon Vance, and waffles him in the head with the steel chair once, then a second time against the steel stairs. Vance is out and bleeding from the head. DiBiase throws the chair down and picks up Vance, who's mostly dead weight now, and rolls him back in the ring as the crowd boos loudly. DiBiase wipes the sweat off his forehead and the powder off his hands and rolls back in the ring. DiBiase stirs the ref, then hops on Vance's back, locking in the Million Dollar Dream. The ref comes to, shaking his head. he looks over and grabs Vance's arm, lifting it once...... drops. Twice..... drops. Three times..... drops. The ref calls for the bell as the fans boo even louder.
ANNOUNCER: Your winner.... and King of the Ring.... Scott.... DiBiase!
DiBiase raises his hands over his head in victory as the crowd begins to pelt the ring with paper and other trash. DiBiase smiles the whole time until someone throws a bottle, which hits him in the shoulder. He immediately rolls outside and grabs a fan in the front row, yelling at him as VWF Officials break it up. DIBiase is pulled back as he again raises his arms in victory as the fan is dragged out of the arena.... )-)-)
JONNY CEDRONE / ALEXIA SEGMENT
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JOEY STYLES: Well here we are folks, it’s main event time.
P. LICKIN: Great, that means the show’s almost over!
JOEY STYLES: This is a feud that has been raging for close to three months now, going from Crucifiction to Full House and event through Bloodlust. It has weathered the revelation that Scott DiBiase was the elusive Masked Man, it has been the talk of the VWF, the CWC and in fact the entire world of professional wrestling. But tonight ladies and gentleman, all bets are off as we prepare to settle things once and for all inside the confines of a steel cage.
The crowd are beginning to get restless with anticipation; eagerly awaiting the start of the main event match.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentleman; it is time for our MAIN EVENT!!!
"You Spin Me Around" by Dope blares from the arena PA system as blue, purple, and silver spot lights begin to run over random parts of the crowd sending the fans into a tidal wave of boos and jeers. In unison with the light show, blue, silver, and purple coloured pyrotechnics erupt from the top of the ramp, leaving multi coloured smoke in their wake.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota, she is the Goddess of the VWF; Alexia!!!
As the fans continue to bathe the entrance area in animosity Alexia suddenly appears through the smoke. With a satisfied smirk fixed to her features, Alexia begins a determined gait down towards the squared circle. Sliding under the ropes, the femme fatale heads immediately over to the nearest corner post and begins to quickly scale it; reaching the top, the number one contender flashes her trade mark “Rock On” signs with both hands; much to the fans chagrin. Laughing at the response, Alexia jumps off the ropes with an almighty back flip and lands in perfect unison with her music ending. Flipping off a few over-zealous fans in the front row, “The Goddess” begins to pace around the ring waiting for her opponent.
P. LICKIN: She is stunning!
JOEY STYLES: She certainly is P, she certainly is.
The entrance ramp explodes into a war zone of fire works as “Broken, Beaten and Scarred” by Metallica sounds through the arena’s PA systems causing the crowd to erupt in a frenzy of cheers. From out of the smoke the “King of Sexy” appears, full of life and energy; the VWF World Heavyweight Championship gleaming around his waist. Cedrone rushes from one side of the stage to the other, basking in the screams and shouts from the crowd; their cries seemingly psyching the hopeful number one contender up even more. Returning to the centre of the stage, Cedrone takes two steps down the ramp before stopping dead in his tracks teasing the crowd. The fans our going crazy as the clear fan favourite once again begins to head towards the ring
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada; he is the VWF Heavyweight Champion of the World, the “King of Sexy”, Jonny Cedrone!
Once more the crowd erupts into cheers for their favourite.
JOEY STYLES: The fans clearly love Jonny Cedrone P.
P. LICKIN: Yeah, morons, the lot of them.
Sat at ringside, Cedrone spots a screaming female fan, brandishing a camera while waving a sign reading – MARRY ME JONNY!!! Not one to disappoint a fan, Cedrone heads in her direction. Taking the camera from the now hysterical admirer and handing it to another member of the audience the “King of Sexy” poses for a picture then gives the girl a peck on the cheek, leaving the fan crying with happiness before sliding into the ring.
JOEY STYLES: The ladies really do love the “King of Sexy”.
P. LICKIN: I know your mom does.
JOEY STYLES: That’s true.
P. LICKIN: But then again, slip her a couple of bucks and she’ll love anyone, if ya know what I mean.
JOEY STYLES: I’m not listening to you; I’m not listening to you!
P. LICKIN: You’re pathetic Styles, you know that.
Unclipping the World Championship belt, Cedrone kisses the gold then hands it over to the referee.
JOEY STYLES: And here we go.
As the cage is lowered and fixed into place, Cedrone steps into the ring and attempts to shake hands with Alexia. Alexia smiles, then smacks Cedrone with a huge right hand. Alexia delivers a few more, then whips Cedrone into the ropes. Cedrone comes back and gets nailed with a back elbow that sends him sprawling to the ground. Alexia picks him up and walks him into the corner. She delivers a few fists until Cedrone’ legs give out on him and he falls to the bottom turnbuckle. Alexia, much to the dismay of the crowd uses the heel of her boot in an attempt to choke the life out of her opponent. The referee begins his five count and forces Alexia to release before the count is over. Alexia listens to the referee’s instructions, ignores them, and goes back to chocking Cedrone once more. The referee gets to four, then Alexia releases again but not before stomping on her opponent a few times for good measure. Sensing the hostility between the two, the official gets between the two combatants, warning Alexia about the choke. Alexia laughs in the refs face before shoving him out of the way and charging at Cedrone. At the last second, Cedrone springs out of the corner and nails her Alexia with a right hand to the midsection. Alexia wobbles backwards as Cedrone pulls himself back to a vertical base. Grabbing hold of his opponent’s neck, Cedrone charges and throws Alexia face first into the cage.
JOEY STYLES: Dear God, that’s gonna hurt.
P. LICKING: Well it sure ain’t gonna tickle Styles.
Alexia rolls around on the canvas holding her face as Cedrone takes a minute to catch his breath. Cedrone returns his attention to his opponent, picking her up and dropping her back down with a powerslam. With Alexia down, Cedrone looks to the heavens. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and lands a front elbow to the back of Alexia’s head. Cedrone goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!! Slamming the mat with frustration, Cedrone picks Alexia back up and begins to rain down blow after blow; each blow staggering the Challenger more and more.
JOEY STYLES: Alexia looks like she’s almost out on her feet.
Winding up, Cedrone lands a huge haymaker that sends Alexia crashing to the floor. Picking his opponent back up, Cedrone once more launches Alexia face first into the unforgiving steel of the cage mesh.
P. LICKING: Now he’s gone and done it. Alexia’s beautiful face has been busted wide open.
Alexia rolls onto her back as the blood begins to gush down her face, turning her blonde hair red. The sight of crimson brings a sick smile to the challengers face. Seizing the opportunity, Cedrone signals for the official to open the cage door.
JOEY STYLES: This could be it; Jonny Cedrone could be on the verge of retaining his World Championship..
With one foot out on the apron, Cedrone is suddenly stopped in his tracks by Alexia grabbing hold of his other boot. Caught one footed, Cedrone is helpless as the “The Goddess” begins to pull him back inside the steel cage. Both fighters stumble back inside as the official closes the door. Alexia is first back to her feet and goes straight on the offensive, nailing Cedrone with a dropkick to the head. Picking Cedrone up, Alexia drives him down hard with a DDT. The challenger goes for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That won't be enough to do it.
P. LICKIN: That’s a shame, I was hoping we would be able to go home early.
Alexia slaps on a side chinlock, grinding down on the Champion and using all of her weight to try and keep him down on the mat. The fans cheer on Cedrone as he forces his way back to one knee. Alexia tries to clamp down on the hold, but Cedrone is able to power out and reverses the hold into a huge back suplex. Cedrone rolls over for a cover, 1…2...KICK OUT!!! Once again Alexia manages to get to her feet first and delivers a hard kick to Cedrone’s ribs. Alexia picks up her opponent again before charging to the ropes. Rebounding back off, the challenger connects with a flying forearm shot that sends Cedrone sprawling into the ropes. With her opponent caught between the ropes and the cage wall, Alexia pushes her advantage. Grabbing hold of Cedrone, the Challenger proceeds to continuously bash his head against the steel cage wall. With a sickening thud, Cedrone collapses to the mat. Alexia pulls Cedrone back into the centre of the ring and goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!! Alexia climbs back to her feet and in frustration heads to the corner post and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Staggering, Cedrone gets to his feet and turns around to see Alexia flying off the top rope. Cedrone reacts and catches “The Goddess” in mid-air, driving her down to the canvas hard with an almighty spinebuster. The fans are going crazy, cheering on Cedrone as he climbs back to his feet. Cedrone puts a couple of boots to Alexia’s spine before climbing to the top rope. Cedrone waits patiently for Alexia to stand up, leaps off his perch and lands a huge flying back elbow. Cedrone is quick to make the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! The Challenger is able to get her shoulder up at the last second; much to the crowd’s chagrin. Cedrone slams the mat in frustration. He walks to the other corner and signals for Alexia to stand up. The Challenger staggers back to her feet as Cedrone charges and attempts to clothesline his opponents head from her shoulders. At the last moment Alexia moves aside and Cedrone crashes into the steel post. He staggers back into the Challenger who hits a reverse spike DDT before going for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! The Champion holds the back of his head in pain. Alexia picks up Cedrone and brings him back down hard with a double knee drop to the face. Face slick with blood, Alexia picks up Cedrone once again and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, charging at him as he rebounds out of the corner. At the last moment, the Champion catches “The Goddess” and drives her down with an STO. The crowd break into a “THIS IS AWESOME!!” chant while Cedrone goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Alexia is able to get her shoulder up!
P. LICKIN: Even I gotta say I’m surprised.
JOEY STYLES: I’ve never seen Jonny Cedrone so focused before; since he regained the VWF Championship, it’s been like watching a completely different fighter.
Cedrone picks Alexia up and throws her into the corner. He delivers a few forearm shots and then hoists her to the top turnbuckle. Cedrone attempts a superplex, but the Challenger blocks the move; punches the Champion a few times to stagger his balance, springs up, wraps her legs around his head and then, with a feat of pure athleticism, Alexia swings back into the ring with a spectacular hurricanrana. The crowd roars as both fighters crash back down to the mat. Both competitors are down as the referee begins his mandatory count. He gets to four before Alexia manages to throw an arm over the unmoving form of Cedrone, 1...2…KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: How on earth did he kick out of that?
Slamming the canvas in frustration, Alexia attempts another cover, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Alexia picks up Cedrone by the hair and delivers a skull scrambling DDT. Frustrated, the Challenger slides over and makes yet another cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone just will not stay down.
P. LICKING: He really wants to keep that World Championship Styles. He spent an entire year chasing it, so he’ll be damned if he’s going to give it up so easily.
JOEY STYLES: Well nobody can ever accuse Cedrone of not being a fighting Champion.
“The Goddess” is beyond frustrated as she lifts up Cedrone. Cedrone grabs Alexia and rolls into a cradle, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Both fighters are down in exhaustion and pain. The referee starts another ten count, 1…2…3…4…5…6… First to her feet, Alexia notices Cedrone is still down and takes advantage with yet another a quick cover, 1...2…KICK OUT!!!
P. LICKIN: Ok even I’ve got to admit that this is an amazing match and I’m not easily pleased, just ask your mom Styles.
JOEY STYLES: I hate you.
Alexia stands up and drags Cedrone to the middle of the ring. She bounces off the ropes and delivers a hand spring leg drop. She makes another cover attempt, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Alexia picks the Champion up and throws him towards the corner. Cedrone reverses the momentum and instead scoops up Alexia and drops her down with a side slam. Cedrone makes a cover, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Cedrone slowly gets back up grabbing Alexia as he does. Winding up, Cedrone slams Alexia in the face with a huge left hand. Alexia drops to a knee briefly, but regains her composure and nails Cedrone with a right hand of her own. The two fighters exchange blows, but Alexia wins the stand up war with a well placed boot to the groin.
JOEY STYLES: How on earth did the ref miss that low blow?
P. LICKIN: He was probably looking at Alexia’s chest, not her feet.
Alexia picks up Cedrone hits a few times then charges at the ropes, she leaps at him on the rebound going for a flying head scissors, but the “King of Sexy” grabs hold of her and drives her down into a sit-out powerbomb, 1…2…KICKOUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: What a match, both are giving it everything that they’ve got.
P. LICKIN: I just wish they’d give it sooner, I’ve got an appointment with a table dancer called Sunflower to get to.
Both fighters slowly get back to their feet. Alexia staggers over to Cedrone and swings viciously, though still off balance the blow misses its mark. Cedrone retaliates catching Alexia with a boot to the head putting the Challenger flat on her back. Cedrone picks Alexia up and hits an impressive swinging slam. The Champion makes the cover, 1...2…KICK OUT!!! Cedrone picks Alexia up by the hair and is stunned with yet another low blow. Alexia rolls Cedrone up 1...2...KICK OUT!! With Cedrone still in pain, the official reprimands the Challenger for her dirty shot. Laughing in the refs face, Alexia starts stomping away at the lower section of Cedrone before scooping him up and planting him face first with a standing bulldog. Alexia with the cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Alexia again picks up Cedrone, whips him towards the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a spinning heel kick, Alexia once again goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! Alexia can’t believe it. She grabs Cedrone by the head and delivers a stiff right, not once, not twice but three times before throwing him face first into the steel cage wall. The steel on flesh collision busts Cedrone open, much to the delight of “The Goddess”. Alexia climbs back to her feet, grabbing Cedrone as she does so. Throwing the Champion at the ropes, Alexia catches him on the rebound with a hurricanrana and sends him face first into the steel cage wall. Cedrone thrashes about the canvas in agony. Seizing the moment, Alexia begins to climb the steel cage wall.
JOEY STYLES: If Alexia can make it over the top of the cage to the outside first, she’ll finally win the VWF Championship.
Reaching the top of the cage wall Alexia swings her leg over as Cedrone begins to pull himself back to his feet. With an incredible burst of athleticism, Cedrone springs up to the top turnbuckle and begins to climb up the cage wall after Alexia. Seeing the impending threat of Cedrone, Alexia swings back into the ring and starts to kick out at the approaching Cedrone. The Champion manages to catch hold of a flailing boot from Alexia and pulls with all his might. Alexia loses her balance and falls from the top of the cage, colliding with the referee. With his opponent down, Cedrone pulls himself up to the top of the cage; the fans in the arena are going crazy as they urge the “King of Sexy” on to victory. Cedrone look down at the matting surrounding the caged ring, then back down at Alexia. Shaking his head, the Champion climbs to a standing base on the cage wall.
JOEY STYLES: What in God’s name is he about to do?
Raking his thumb across his throat, Cedrone sizes up the Challenger and leaps off the cage wall. At the last possible second Alexia brings her knees up and Cedrone comes crashing down hard. The Champion rolls around the ring in agony, clutching his gut while Alexia slowly climbs back to her feet. Not allowing the Champion to rest, Alexia climbs up to the second turnbuckle, waits what seems like an eternity for the Champion to get back to his feet then jumps off and sends Cedrone crashing face first into the mat with a flying bulldog. The Challenger back in charge, the fans continue to scream out their frustration. Taking the lead, Alexia goes to work on the Champion, stomping on him until the referee is forced to pull her away. Realising she could be on the verge of victory, Alexia heads to the top turnbuckle.
JOEY STYLES: If she hits the Sacrifice, this one will be all over.
As the Challenger climbs the corner post, the recovering referee checks on the downed Champion. A groggy Cedrone pushes the official out of the way and throws himself up the ropes, grabs hold of a stunned Alexia and drives her down with a CASH OUT from the top ropes. The crowd is in a frenzy as Cedrone claws his way over to “The Goddess” and throws an arm over her, 1...2...KICK OUT!! Slowly, the Champion uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Lifting the “The Goddess” up by her hair, Cedrone drills her with a concussion educing DDT eliciting a murmur of worry from the few Alexia supporters in the arena. Picking up the Challenger, Cedrone throws her at the ropes charging after her and clotheslining her into the steel cage wall. Landing with a thud, Alexia crumples to the canvas. Another “THIS IS AWESOME!!” chant echoes around the arena as the Champion begins to pump himself up. Cedrone tries to press his advantage but as he attempts to pick the Challenger up is met with several blows to the gut. Sending the Champion staggering back with an uppercut, Alexia climbs to her feet and rushes Cedrone, almost decapitating him with a clothesline. The Challenger stops for a moment to check her handy work on the Champion before picking Cedrone up and throwing him face first into the cage wall.
JOEY STYLES: Both fighters a covered in blood, this is proving to be a brutal match.
Not letting her opponent breath, “The Goddess” continues her offence landing a standing moonsault. As the fans continue to jeer at her, Alexia once again climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off and landing a flying legdrop. The Challenger goes for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That was almost all she wrote.
A little surprised that Cedrone kicked out, Alexia stomps on him a couple of times before picking him up and whipping him to the corner post. Cedrone crashes into the turnbuckle chest first and staggers backwards only to be hammered by “The Goddess” springing off the opposing rope with a spinning clothesline. Her face now a macabre mask of crimson, Alexia flashes the audience a sickening grin as she climbs to her feet eliciting a chorus of boos from the fans. Focusing back on the Champion, Alexia once again clambers to the top ropes and leaps off at her opponent; now slowly returning to his feet. At the last second, Cedrone catches the challenger with a well placed fist to the gut, doubling her over. Cedrone seizes his opportunity, grabs hold of Alexia and nails her with the MAMBO ITALIANO!!
JOEY STYLES: Mambo Italiano out of absolutely nowhere!
He goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: Unbelievable!
Crying out in frustration Cedrone pulls the challenger back to her feet, lifts her up high and throws her down hard with a brutal powerbomb. Again he makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: So, close. These fans are literally willing Cedrone to win this match.
Not believing what happened, Cedrone begins to vent his anger and frustrations at the official. The Champions attention diverted by his anger, Alexia is given valuable breathing time. Clawing her way slowly over to her opponent, “The Goddess” grabs hold of Cedrone and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin attempt. The referee drops to count but Cedrone uses the challenger’s momentum against her and rolls through the pin attempt coming back up on his feet. Grabbing Alexia’s legs he tries to apply a Boston crab. Still rolling with the momentum, Alexia rolls through the submission attempt and instead is able to tangle Cedrone up in gogoplata choke. Cedrone hollers out in pain as Alexia leans back, clamping the hold even tighter.
P. LICKIN: That moves not banned in the VWF is it?
JOEY STYLES: We don’t ban moves in the VWF! Our superstars aren’t pussy’s!
The fans begin a “CEDRONE! CEDRONE! CEDRONE!” chant trying to lend their encouragement to the Champion. Alexia turns looks out to face the crowd; staring up at them with a smile of sickening satisfaction. The referee leans in to check on Jonny Cedrone.
JOEY STYLES: I hate to say it but the “King of Sexy” looks out of it to me.
The official lifts Cedrone’s arm, it falls. He lifts it for a second time and it falls. He lifts it for a third time and it falls…but not all the way.
P. LICKIN: AARGH!! I was so close to seeing Sunflower!
The fans explode into to cheers as they continue to rally behind Cedrone while he attempts to lever his way out of the excruciating hold. Fighting to regain control, Alexia is unable to stop the determined Champion from inching his way towards the ropes. As Cedrone comes within a breath of clutching the rope, the Challenger is able to roll him back to the centre of the ring and locks the hold in tight once more. The fans plead with their hero not to give up, to carry on fighting but even they know he can’t last forever. The referee again leans in to check on the Champion. He goes to lift up Cedrone’s hand but is battered away by the “King of Sexy”. The fans are going crazy, furiously shouting their support for the Champion as he fights the hold. With a roar of desperation, Cedrone uses his weight advantage to lift Alexia clean of the canvas and drive her back down with a modified powerbomb. Still Alexia refuses to release the hold. Again Cedrone pulls “The Goddess” from the mat and drives her back down, but still she refuses to release the Champion from his torment. With the crowd screaming their support at the tops of their lungs, Cedrone pulls Alexia off the mat one last time and with a last ditch effort carries her to the ropes. Collapsing back to the mat, Cedrone is able to wrap his hand around the ropes forcing the Challenger to finally break the hold. Her eyes coloured by pure rage, the Challenger pulls Cedrone to his feet and begins to hammer him about the head with vicious lefts and rights. Hurling him at the ropes, Alexia hits a rebounding Cedrone with a nasty back elbow, knocking him clean off his feet. Clambering back to her feet, Alexia climbs the nearest corner post and leaps off, nailing her opponent with a moonsault. She goes for the cover, 1...2...KICK OUT!! The Challenger picks Cedrone up and whips him to the ropes, but Cedrone counters and instead sends Alexia charging. As she rebounds back at the Champion, Cedrone drills her with a vicious spinebuster. The referee begins to count both fighters down, 1…2…3…4…5…6…Alexia begins to stir…7…8…the Challenger uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. The count stopped, Alexia stalks over to her opponent and stamps on him twice for good measure before picking him up. Lifting Cedrone up, she drapes her opponents arm over her shoulder, points out at Cedrone’s salivating fans then drops down hard with her own version of the CASH OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!!
The Challenger goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone just will not stay down.
Alexia goes to pick up Cedrone only to have the Champion catch her off guard with a kick to the gut, grabs hold of Alexia and nails her with another MAMBO ITALIANO!!
P. LICKIN: Where the hell did that come from?
Both fighters are down as the referee once again starts to count them out, 1…2…3…4…5…neither fighter moves…6…7…8…9…Cedrone climbs back to his feet sending the crowd crazy. The Champion begins to slowly strut around the ring feeding off his many supporters, psyching himself up. Picking Alexia up, Cedrone lifts her up and drops her down with a reverse spinning suplex. The fans are at fever pitch as they urge the Champion to finish his opponent off. With the fans behind him, Cedrone pulls Alexia back to her feet, sets her up and drops her down with the MAMBO ITALIANO!! Cedrone makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES/P. LICKIN: OH MY GOD!!
Not letting the kickout slow him down, Cedrone continues to press his advantage. Lifting the Challenger up, Cedrone goes for a suplex but Alexia flips over Cedrone’s head and bounces off the ropes and nails the “King of Sexy” with a bulldog on the rebound. Alexia kick flips her way back onto her feet causing the audience to bathe the ring in even more animosity. Alexia picks up Cedrone and body slams him down to the canvas. The crowd begins an “ALEXIA SUCKS!!” chant as “The Goddess” begins to climb to the top rope. Sizing up her opponent, Alexia flies up and come crashing down with the SACRIFICE!! Alexia goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! The Challenger can't hide her shock as she climbs back to his feet, grabbing Cedrone as he does so. Grabbing the Champion by his hair, Alexia once again drives him face first into the cage wall, grating his face into the steel mesh. Finally pulling his back from the wall, Alexia drops him with a DDT. Seizing the moment, Alexia begins to climb the steel cage wall.
JOEY STYLES: This could be it P, this could be the end of Jonny Cedrone’s Championship reign!
Reaching the top of the cage wall Alexia swings her leg over as Cedrone begins to pull himself back to his feet. With a speed his battered body should not be able to produce, Cedrone begins to climb up the cage wall after Alexia. Seeing the impending threat of Cedrone, Alexia swings back into the ring and kicks out at the approaching Cedrone. A well placed boot catches the Champion clean in the face and sends him toppling back down to the canvas. Alexia reaches the summit of the cage but falters at the top.
P. LICKING: What is she waiting for?
JOEY STYLES: Something tells me we’re about to find out.
As the Champion lies unmoving on the canvas, Alexia flies of the top of the cage crashing down on the prone form of Cedrone with the SACRIFICE!!!
JOEY STYLES: Oh…My…God!!!
A “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant begins to resound throughout the arena as both contestants lay unmoving in the ring. The referee begins his ten count, 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…Alexia is the first to move, slowly clawing herself over to the unmoving Champion, “The Goddess” throws an arm over Cedrone, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!
P. LICKING: I can’t believe that I’m actually interested in whose gonna win this match.
Alexia slowly climbs back to her feet, stomping on Cedrone for good measure as she does. The Challenger signals for the outside official to open the cage door. As Alexia slowly starts to stagger over to the cage exit, Cedrone uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Cedrone charges Alexia who at the last second sidesteps the Champion. Cedrone rebounds off the ropes and the two combatants collide with a thud. Cedrone drops down to one knee while Alexia continues her stagger towards the open cage door. As the Challenger reaches the cage exit, Cedrone once again charges. Alexia whips around, swinging viciously as she comes around. Cedrone ducks the blow, MAMBO ITALIANO!!
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone hits his move, again!
P. LICKING: Yeah, but it was done in desperation Styles!
Alexia rolls around the canvas holding her head while Cedrone lies on his back, breathing hard. The referee begins to count both fighters out, 1...2...3...4...5...both fighters begin to stir, 6...7...8...9...”The Goddess” is first to her feet. Clearly exhausted, Alexia staggers over to Cedrone and begins to reign down a shower of rights and lefts; each blow rocking the Champion more than the last. Pulling the “King of Sexy” back to his feet, Alexia swings a vicious right hand at him, but Cedrone ducks, catches her arm and reverses the momentum into a reverse DDT down onto his knee. With the Challenger down, Cedrone seizes the moment and begins to climb the steel cage wall. Slowly reaching the top of the cage wall Cedrone begins to swing his leg over as Alexia tries to pull herself back to her feet. With both fighters bruised and battered, Alexia begins to climb the cage wall after Cedrone. Before the Champion can react, “The Goddess” catches up to him and the two begin to slog it out at the top of the cage. Slowly but surely, Alexia is able to battle her way up until both she and Cedrone are perched on the very top of the cage wall.
JOEY STYLES: One wrong move and it could cost either of them their careers, if not their lives.
Cedrone lands a right hand that causes Alexia to sway backwards. Swinging his leg back over, the Champion attempts to press his advantage, but the Challenger won’t go quietly and Alexia begins to fight back. “The Goddess” grabs hold of Cedrone’s head and jams a thumb into his eye sending him reeling backwards. The fans gasp in unison as Cedrone almost loses his balance and falls; at the last moment he grabs hold of Alexia and the two topple back into the ring; landing with a sickening thud. The official begins yet another ten count, 1...2...3...4...5...neither fighter stirs, 6...7...8...9...just as the referee is about to bring his hand down for the final time, Alexia is able to get back to her feet. As the Challenger begins to stagger towards him, Cedrone uses the ropes to return to a vertical base. Rage colouring her eyes, Alexia screams out her frustration and charges at the Champion. At the last moment, Cedrone catches the Challenger and falls backwards driving her down throat first into the ropes. Alexia rolls around clutching at her throat, while the Champion slowly climbs back to his feet. Picking Alexia up, Cedrone drapes his opponents arm over his shoulder, points out at the fans then drops down hard with the CASH OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: This has to be it!
Cedrone goes for the cover, 1...2...KICK OUT!! The Champion looks up to the heavens, shakes his head and then picks Alexia up. Booting her in the midsection, Cedrone grabs hold of Alexia’s head and drills her down with the MAMBO ITALIANO. He goes for the cover, ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" DING!! DING!!
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone has done it! Jonny Cedrone has finally put Alexia to rest.
RING ANNOUNCER: And your winner tonight ladies and gentleman and STILL VWF World Heavyweight Champion, JONNY CEDRONE!!!
The crowd explode into frenzied cheers as the announcer calls out his name and the official hands him his Championship belt. With a look of complete and total satisfaction, Jonny Cedrone climbs the nearest corner post and holds the VWF belt aloft for all to see as the PPV goes off the air....
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