Sunday, Jan 4, 2009
Sunday, Jan 4, 2009
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Bloodlust begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 20000 person arena.
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Announcer: The following contest is the Quadruple Threat LADDER MATCH! And it is for the Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship AND the Pan Pacific Championship!
There is a massive cheer from the crowd, who can’t wait to see this match.
The crowd is loud and fully charged like only a VWF event can generate, fan signs flapping amongst the flashing cameras. The lights dim down and the crowd falls silent; guitar rifts resound around the arena as “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva erupts out from the speakers; the crowd almost immediately begin to boo and jeer. A silver shower of fireworks ignites and falls over the stage entrance, bathing the metal in a cacophony of sparks. Through the display Mr Fantastic emerges; his trademark arrogant smirk all too present behind his dark glasses. As the silver shower subsides, the “Golden Haired Gladiator” pauses on top of the stage and stares out at the gathered masses; soaking in the animosity his presence has generated. With an air of absolute confidence, Mr Fantastic begins a slow and deliberate gait down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching the squared circle, “The Real MVP” motions slowly climbs up the metal steps and stops by the ladders, smirking up at them. Pacing around the ring, Mr Fantastic stares out at the jeering crowd; his air of pure arrogance driving their mood deeper into loathing. With a look of superiority he stands and waits for the bell to sound.
The introduction music to “Head Like A Hole” hits the arena as Alexia’s blue, purple, and silver spot lights run over random parts of the crowd. They start going insane. Alexia’s blue, silver, and purple colored pyrotechnics shot off at the top of the ramp, leaving the usual colored smoke behind. It was from that smoke that Alexia and Cerb suddenly appeared. As soon as the smoke cleared, Alexia and Cerb were hit by three spot lights. One of each color. The rest continued to rush over the dark arena. Once the lights hit her, the crowd went ballistic with their usual mixed reaction, jeering Alexia to an insane degree. They passed the ladders and reached the ring and Alexia stopped at it, turned and hopped up backwards, to perch on the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. She patted the space next to her and Cerb jumped up. Then she spun and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, Cerb crawling under it right next to her. From there she climbed each turnbuckle, displayed her usual “rock on” sign with both hands. When she finished with the fourth corner, she back flipped off, landing in the center of the ring, the music cutting out suddenly at the exact same time as her landing. She handed Cerb out of the ring. Alexia paced her side of the ring, just waiting for the bell to ring.
The lights dim in the Arena as rolling thunder can be heard throughout the arena. "Don't Hate Me" by Ner Herder starts to play. The lights begin to flash dark red. A single red lightning bolt comes from the ceiling to the top of the ramp, there is Crimson Lightening standing there, looking out. Crimson struts down the ramp, giving a few ladies the number to his lockerroom. He points at the ring, climbs one of the ladders and does his usual little dance up there.
Stevie Swing’s music hits, and the final contender in this matchup makes her way past the ladders on the entrance ramp and down to the ring.
All four competitors stand and stare at each other in the ring.
Joey Styles: I can’t believe a match of this caliber is only the second match of the night! This is going to be one for the history books!
P’ Lickin’: Just don’t forget, only one man in this match tonight is personally endorsed by the Viking King as the future of this company.
The bell rings, and two things happen at once. Stevie Swing charges into Alexia, knocking her into a corner and landing a flurry of punches. At the same time, both Mr. Fantastic and Crimson Lightning dive out of the ring and start running for the ladders on the outside. Mr. Fantastic gets there first, and as Crimson runs towards him, he turns around and lands a huge back body drop into one of the ladders!
Joey Styles: Oh my god! This match isn’t even five minutes old and already we might have a serious injury in our hands!
Mr. Fantastic nudges the not moving Crimson with his foot, and starts taking down a ladder. Inside the ring, Stevie goes for a monkey flip off the top rope, but Alexia comes out of it and lands on her feet. As Stevie turns around, she’s blasted with a superkick right to the head. Alexia scoops her up, and drops over the top tope onto Mr. Fantastic, who was carrying a ladder into the ring! The crowd goes nuts, and she climbs out of the ring to grab the ladder.
Joey Styles: Everybody’s down! We could see an early winner here!
Alexia slides the ladder back into the ring, and starts setting it up. When she’s sure it’s pointed at the belts, she starts to climb. As she’s about halfway up, Mr. Fantastic has gotten to his feet. He slides into the ring, grabs Alexia by her hair, and pulls her back down with authority!
P’ Lickin’: This is why we should never let girls into a wrestling ring! Except to dance for me, maybe.
Mr. Fantastic laughs, and steps on Alexia’s face, holding her down. He turns to look at the ladder behind him – and that’s when he sees Crimson Lightning perched on the top rope. Crimson dives off, and hits a huge clothesline on Mr. Fantastic! Both men are down!
All three people are down in the ring, and Stevie Swing starts to stir on the outside. She climbs into the ring, slowly, and looks at the carnage at her feet. She walks around to the other side of the ladder and starts to climb.
Joey Styles: That’s a smart move on Stevie Swing’s part to buy herself some more time.
As she gets up, Alexia wakes up and sees her, and starts climbing the other side of the ladder. At the same time, Mr. Fantastic starts to move and picks up Crimson Lightning. As both women reach the top and start reaching for the belts, Mr. Fantastic whips Crimson off the ropes into the ladder! Alexia and Stevie plummet from the top of the ladder, Alexia catches the ring ropes face first and Stevie falls right out of the ring! Mr. Fantastic sets the ladder back up and starts to climb.
Joey Styles: No one has wasted any time here, you can feel how badly they all want to be a double champion!
Mr. Fantastic looks around him, and realizes that he has a clear shot up the ladder. He laughs, and starts climbing the ladder in slow motion.
P’ Lickin’: That’s my boy. He knows nobody can stop him now.
As he gets three quarters of the way up the ladder, Crimson Lightning gets up, and starts to walk towards the ladder to push it down. Mr. Fantastic sees this, and hits him with a hard kick to the head without getting off the ladder. He falls out of the ring and to the floor.
P’ Lickin’: Like I said. Nobody can stop him.
Unfortunately for Mr. Fantastic, he was turned away from where Alexia crashed and burned, and didn’t see her getting up as well. As he stars to climb again, she comes up underneath him and nails him right in the Fantastics!
P’ Lickin’: No! Not The Real MVP’s Real MVP!
Mr. Fantastic’s eyes widen in pain, and Alexia takes advantage. She goes underneath and drops him to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb! Mr. Fantastic starts to roll towards the edge of the ring, and Alexia is all alone with the ladder. She starts to climb, and the crowd gets behind her now, as she gets closer and closer to the top of the ladder.
Joey Styles: This is it! Alexia is going to be the Cabo Wabo AND Pan Pacific Champion!
She reaches the top, and is reaching for both belts! She has her hand on them when – WHAM! A ladder comes flying into the ring and crashes into Alexia’s spine! She flips forward to the mat, and isn’t moving.
Joey Styles: OH MY GOD! What the hell was that? Where did it come from?
Standing on the apron is Mr. Fantastic. He climbs into the ring with a smirk on his face and looks to the crowd as if to say “Oops, did I do that?”
Joey Styles: My god…I know there aren’t any rules in this match, but that was over the line. Alexia’s spine could be broken! What is wrong with this man?
Mr. Fantastic shoves the second ladder out of the way, and starts to climb the main ladder. Stevie Swing is still down on the outside of the ring, as is Crimson Lightning. Alexia is having trouble breathing correctly on the other side of the ring. He easily climbs to the top of the ladder and pulls down both belts. The bell rings, and “Ladies and Gentlemen” starts playing once again.
Joey Styles: This is just sick! Mr. Fantastic is our new Cabo Wabo and Pan Pacific Champion, but at what cost? I have never seen an individual be this disgusting!
P’ Lickin’: Don’t forget, this “disgusting” individual is the future of our company!
Joey Styles: Wait, what’s Fantastic doing?
Now holding both belts, Fantastic has walked over to the prone body of Alexia. He smiles, and takes down the ladder behind him.
Joey Styles: No! Don’t do it!
Fantastic raises the ladder high above his head – and suddenly the crowd starts cheering! Fantastic looks around confused…and Vengeance slides into the ring behind him. Before Fantastic can react, Vengeance has drop kicked him, causing him to drop the ladder. As Fantastic recovers, Vengeance rolls Alexia out of the ring, and flees himself, carrying her limp form up the ramp. Mr. Fantastic just laughs, and holds up both of his new championships.
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The bell rings and Steven Jones immediately nails Ace Montana in the gut with a hard right hand. Nobody rushes and is met with a shot to the head. Steven Jones begins beating on Nobody until Ace Montana jumps him from behind. Steven Jones twirls around before he leans over and rushes for the ropes to clothesline Ace Montana. Ace Montana avoids it, grabs Steven Jones 's head and pulls Steven Jones's neck against the ropes. Ace Montana gets off Steven Jones and gives him a DDT. Nobody gets up; Ace Montana walks to him and whips him around. They stare at each other before Steven Jones begins getting up. They kick him, grab his head and connect with a double suplex, planting the big man on the ground.
JOEY STYLES: And Nobody and Ace Montana are double teaming Steven Jones.
P. LICKIN: Who’d have thought those two would have enough sense to do something as smart as that.
Ace Montana quickly begins to stomp on Steven Jones’s knee and Nobody follows suit. Nobody grab's Steven Jones’s legs and locks on a Boston crab. Steven Jones screams out in pain from the crab, but uses his leg strength to throw Nobody off. As Steven Jones tries to get to his feet, Ace Montana quickly stomps Steven Jones on the back and locks on a headlock, leaning back as far as he can to put more pressure on his back and neck. Steven Jones again screams out in pain, but this time is able to get to the ropes which forces Ace Montana to break the hold. As Steven Jones uses the ropes to get back to his feet, Nobody charges at Steven Jones, only to get dumped out of the ring. Steven Jones yells something out at Nobody before turning back into a shot at his knee from Ace Montana, causing Steven Jones to collapse onto one knee. Ace Montana grab's Steven Jones’s head, leaps up, and connects with double knee to the face. Ace Montana makes sure Steven Jones’s foot is on the bottom rope before he leaps up and sits on Steven Jones’s knee. Steven Jones quickly pulls his foot off the ropes and grabs his knee. Ace Montana looks out to the cheering crowd, who are chanting "JONES, JONES!" at him, before turning to see Nobody drop a leg onto Steven Jones then make a pin attempt, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
P. LICKIN: Hey Styles, if Nobody wins this match, does that mean that the title is then vacant?
JOEY STYLES: Why would it be vacated?
P. LICKIN: Well ‘cause NOBODY won it…get it? NOBODY won it…I hate you Styles!!
Ace Montana gets to his feet, and yells at Nobody, who just gives him a middle finger. Ace Montana shoves Nobody who answers with a hard right. Meanwhile Steven Jones rolls out of the ring so he can regain his composer. Nobody and Ace Montana get in a fist fight, with Nobody quickly gaining the upper hand. Nobody then goes and grabs Ace Montana 's head, drops down to his knees, hooks Ace Montana 's leg, then fireman carries Ace Montana down to the mat. Nobody gets back to his feet and outstretches his arms to the side before running and bouncing off the ropes. Nobody then leaps up for an elbow drop, but Ace Montana moves at the last second, causing Nobody to hit nothing but the mat instead. Nobody sits there briefly as Ace Montana gets back to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and kicks Nobody in the chest before attempting the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!! Ace Montana picks up Nobody and backs him up into the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring, but when Nobody hits the ropes on the other side, Steven Jones is there to trip him up, causing Nobody to hit the mat face first. Steven Jones pulls Nobody out of the ring, then slams his head on the ring apron. Steven Jones then goes to whip Nobody into the ring steps, but Nobody counters, and sends Steven Jones knee first into the ring steps instead. Nobody climbs back into the ring and as Ace Montana runs at him for a clothesline, Nobody ducks, and runs to the other side of the ring and connects with a vicious DDT in the middle of the ring. Nobody goes for the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That’s twice now Nobody has tried and failed to get the winning pin.
P. LICKIN: Oh way to go Styles, you’ve learnt to count!!
Nobody turns back to Ace Montana and begins to punch at Ace Montana’s head in a flurry. Nobody gets back to his feet before suddenly ducking a big boot from Steven Jones that hits the referee instead. Steven Jones quickly checks on the referee as Nobody kicks the back of Steven Jones’s leg.
P. LICKIN: Oh come on! Steven Jones should be disqualified right there, he attacked the referee!
JOEY STYLES: Are you blind, he was aiming for Nobody!!
Ace Montana finally gets to his feet, attacks Nobody from behind and quickly tosses him out of the ring before beginning to stomp on Steven Jones’s knee some more before rolling out of the ring, grabbing his foot, and wrapping the knee around the turnbuckle post. Ace Montana sees that the ref is still out cold and quickly digs under the ring and finally emerges with a chair. Ace Montana raises the chair above his head and then swings it down at Steven Jones’s knee, but luckily for Steven Jones, he was able to pull his leg away, causing Ace Montana to hit the steps with the chair instead. Ace Montana shakes off the effects of the chair shot before picking up the chair again and rolling back into the ring. Ace Montana charges at Steven Jones, only to be blasted in the face with the HEART STOPPER!! Before he can go for the cover attempt, Nobody attacks Steven Jones and the pair get in a fist fight, ending with Steven Jones lifting up Nobody and slamming him down onto the ring with a scoop slam. Steven Jones then stomps at Nobody before climbing up with turnbuckle and leaping off with a huge elbow drop, but realizes that the referee is still down when he tries to pin. Ace Montana gets to his feet and Steven Jones charges at him, only to get kicked in the gut and hit with an almighty Powerbomb. Ace Montana then rolls Steven Jones over and goes for the pin. The official is only just coming to, so slowly crawls over to make the count. 1…2…KICK OUT!! Ace Montana roars out his frustration. Pulling himself back to his feet he drops a standing elbow to tries again for the cover. 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: None of these three men will stay down.
P. LICKIN: Same can’t be said about your Mom, when she goes down, she stays down!!
Ace Montana, who is pissed now that he can't pin either man, picks up Steven Jones and grabs his leg. He lifts Steven Jones up into the air, then kneels down, causing Steven Jones 's shin to be in more pain. Steven Jones tries to hop around on one leg, but Ace Montana hits Steven Jones with a hard German suplex. Ace Montana laughs at Steven Jones before getting back his focused look. Ace Montana picks up Steven Jones and kicks him in the gut, looking to hit another Powerbomb, but Nobody hammers him around the head from behind. Ace Montana drops to the mat. Steven Jones falls back and leans on the ropes. Nobody charges at Steven Jones only to be back body dropped over the ropes to the outside. Pulling Ace Montana to his feet, Steven Jones kicks him in the gut, sets him up and drives him down hard with the SHATTERED BY BROKEN DREAMS!! He goes for the pin, 1…2…3!!
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As the cage is lowered and fixed into place, Masked Marvel steps into the ring and attempts to shake hands with Vengeance. Vengeance smiles, then pops Masked Marvel with a huge right hand. Vengeance delivers a few more, then whips Masked Marvel into the ropes. Masked Marvel comes back and gets nailed with a back elbow that sends him sprawling to the ground. Vengeance picks him up and walks him into the corner. He delivers a few fists until Masked Marvel’ legs give out on him and he falls to the bottom turnbuckle. Vengeance, much to the dismay of the crowd uses the heel of his boot in an attempt to choke the life out of his opponent. The referee begins his five count and forces Vengeance to release before the count is over. Vengeance listens to the referee’s instructions, ignores them, and goes back to chocking Masked Marvel once more. The referee gets to four, then Vengeance releases again but not before stomping on his opponent a few times for good measure. Sensing the hostility between the two, the official gets between the two combatants, warning Vengeance about the choke. Vengeance laughs is the refs face before shoving him out of the way and charging at Masked Marvel. At the last second, Masked Marvel springs out of the corner and nails him Vengeance with a right hand to the midsection. Vengeance wobbles backwards as Masked Marvel pulls himself back to a vertical base. Grabbing hold of his opponent’s neck, Masked Marvel charges and throws Vengeance face first into the cage.
JOEY STYLES: Dear God, that’s gonna hurt.
P. LICKING: Well it sure ain’t gonna tickle Styles.
Big Country nails Masked Marvel around the back of the head with a hard right hand. Vengeance rushes and is met with a shot to the head. Big Country begins beating on Vengeance until Masked Marvel jumps him from behind. Big Country twirls around before he leans over and rushes for the ropes to clothesline Masked Marvel. Masked Marvel avoids it, grabs Big Country 's head and pulls Big Country's neck against the ropes. Masked Marvel gets off Big Country and gives him a DDT. Vengeance gets up; Masked Marvel walks to him and whips him around. They stare at each other before Big Country begins getting up. They kick him, grab his head and connect with a double suplex, planting the big man on the ground
JOEY STYLES: And Vengeance and Masked Marvel are double teaming Big Country.
P. LICKIN: Who’d have thought those two would have enough sense to do something as smart as that.
Masked Marvel quickly begins to stomp on Big Country’s knee and Vengeance follows suit. Vengeance grab's Big Country’s legs and locks on a Boston crab. Big Country screams out in pain from the crab, but uses his leg strength to throw Vengeance off. As Big Country tries to get to his feet, Masked Marvel quickly stomps Big Country on the back and locks on a headlock, leaning back as far as he can to put more pressure on his back and neck. Big Country again screams out in pain, but this time is able to get to the ropes which forces Masked Marvel to break the hold. As Big Country uses the ropes to get back to his feet, Vengeance charges at Big Country, only to get taken down by a short arm clothesline. Big Country yells something down at Vengeance before turning back into a shot at his knee from Masked Marvel, causing Big Country to collapse onto one knee. Masked Marvel grab's Big Country’s head, leaps up, and connects with double knee to the face. Masked Marvel makes sure Big Country’s foot is on the bottom rope before he leaps up and sits on Big Country’s knee. Big Country quickly pulls his foot off the ropes and grabs his knee. Masked Marvel looks out to the cheering crowd, who are chanting "MARVEL!!!, MARVEL!!!" at him, before turning to see Vengeance drop a leg onto Big Country then pick him up and tries in vain to throw him over the ropes, knocking Masked Marvel over as he does so. Masked Marvel gets to his feet, and yells at Vengeance, who just gives him a middle finger. Masked Marvel shoves Vengeance who answers with a hard right. Meanwhile Big Country rolls over to the corner post so he can regain his composer. Vengeance and Masked Marvel get in a fist fight, with Vengeance quickly gaining the upper hand. Vengeance then goes and grabs Masked Marvel 's head, drops down to his knees, hooks Masked Marvel 's leg, then fireman carries Masked Marvel down to the mat. Vengeance gets back to his feet and outstretches his arms to the side before running and bouncing off the ropes. Vengeance then leaps up for an elbow drop, but Masked Marvel moves at the last second, causing Vengeance to hit nothing but the mat instead. Vengeance sits there briefly as Masked Marvel gets back to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and kicks Vengeance in the chest. Masked Marvel picks up Vengeance and backs him up into the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring, but when Vengeance hits the ropes on the other side, Big Country is there to trip him up, causing Vengeance to hit the mat face first. Big Country pulls Vengeance back to his feet, then slams his head into the steel cage wall. Big Country then goes to whip Vengeance into the corner post, but Vengeance counters, and sends Big Country face first into the cage wall instead. Vengeance turns around as Masked Marvel runs at him for a clothesline, Vengeance ducks, and runs to the other side of the ring and connects with a vicious DDT in the middle of the ring. Vengeance picks up Masked Marvel and tries to throw him into the ropes only to get an elbow to the head for his troubles. Both men go down. Vengeance clambers back to his feet and starts to go to work on Masked Marvel; stomping on his head. Picking the challenger up, Vengeance is caught off guard by a shot to the gut by Masked Marvel. Grabbing hold of his opponent’s neck, Masked Marvel charges and throws Vengeance face first into the cage.
JOEY STYLES: Dear God, did you hear that impact.
P. LICKING: I’m not deaf Styles.
JOEY STYLES: Masked Marvel really beginning to up his game.
P. LICKIN: What?
Vengeance rolls around on the canvas holding his face as Masked Marvel takes a minute to catch his breath. Masked Marvel returns his attention to his opponent, picking him up and dropping him back down with a powerslam. With Vengeance down, Masked Marvel looks to the heavens. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and lands a front elbow to the back of Vengeance head. Masked Marvel goes for the cover, 1…2…Big Country breaks up the count.
JOEY STYLES: Nearly a two count there.
Winding up, Big Country lands a huge haymaker that sends Masked Marvel crashing to the floor. Picking his opponent back up, Big Country once more launches Masked Marvel face first into the unforgiving steel of the cage mesh.
P. LICKING: Now he’s gone and done it. Masked Marvel’s been busted wide open.
Masked Marvel rolls onto his back as the blood begins to gush down his face. The sight of crimson brings a smile to the challengers face. Seizing the opportunity, Big Country signals for the official to open the cage door.
JOEY STYLES: This could be it; we could have a new Britannia Heavyweight Champion.
With one foot out on the apron, Big Country is suddenly stopped in his tracks by Vengeance grabbing hold of his other boot. Caught one footed, Big Country is helpless as the Champ begins to pull him back inside the steel cage. Both men stumble back inside as the official once more closes the door. Big Country is first back to his feet and goes straight on the offensive, nailing Vengeance with a dropkick to the head. Picking Vengeance up, Big Country drives him down hard with a DDT. The Champ goes for a cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
JOEY STYLES: That won't be enough to do it.
P. LICKIN: That’s usually what I say to the barman before I go round to your Mom’s.
Big Country slaps on a side headlock. The fans boo Vengeance as he makes it to one knee. Big Country tries to clamp down on the hold, but Vengeance is somehow able to power out and lands a huge back suplex with both men crashing to the canvas. Vengeance rolls over for a cover, 1…2...KICK OUT!!! Once again Big Country manages to get to his feet first and delivers a hard kick to Vengeance’s ribs. Big Country picks up his opponent again before charging to the ropes. Rebounding back off, the challenger connects with a cross body block that sends Vengeance sprawling into the ropes. With his opponent caught between the ropes and the cage wall, Big Country pushes his advantage. Grabbing hold of Vengeance, the challenger proceeds to continuously bash his head against the steel cage wall. With a sickening thud, Vengeance collapses to the mat. Big Country pulls Vengeance back into the centre of the ring and goes for the cover, 1…2…Masked Marvel come crashing down with an elbow drop from the top rope; breaking the count.
JOEY STYLES: The Masked Marvel out of nowhere breaks the pin.
Blood dripping down his face, Masked Marvel picks up Big Country and drops him down with a standing bulldog. He goes for the pin, 1…2…KICK OUT!!! Masked Marvel climbs back to his feet and in frustration heads to the corner post and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Staggering, Big Country gets to his feet and turns around to see Masked Marvel flying off the top rope. Big Country reacts and connects with dropkick as Masked Marvel crashes back down to the canvas hard. Big Country is first to reach his feet as Masked Marvel begins to rise. Big Country puts a couple of boots to Masked Marvel’s spine before climbing to the top rope. Big Country waits patiently for Masked Marvel to stand up, leaps off his perch and lands a huge flying lariat. Big Country is quick to make the cover, 1…2…KICK PUT!!! The Masked Marvel is able to get his shoulder up at the last second; much to the crowd’s delight. Big Country slams the mat in frustration. He walks to the other corner and signals for Masked Marvel to stand up. The bloodied challenger staggers back to his feet as Big Country charges and attempts to clothesline his opponents head from his shoulders. At the last moment Masked Marvel moves aside and Big Country crashes into the steel post. He staggers back into the Masked Marvel who rolls him up for a pin, 1…2…Vengeance breaks the pin!!! The Champion holds his chest in pain. Vengeance picks Masked Marvel up and slams him down hard with a vicious side slam. Vengeance picks up Masked Marvel once again and whips him hard into the turnbuckle charging at him as he rebounds out of the corner. At the last moment, the challenger executes a picture perfect drop toe hold taking his opponent off his feet and causing Vengeances’s throat to land on the middle rope. The Champion thrashes about clutching at his throat. Masked Marvel pulls him back to the mat and makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Vengeance is somehow able to get the shoulder up!
P. LICKIN: Even I gotta say I’m surprised.
Masked Marvel picks Vengeance up and throws him into the corner. He delivers a few forearm shots and then hoists him to the top turnbuckle. Masked Marvel attempts a superplex, but the Champion blocks the move; punches the challenger a few times to stagger his balance. Vengeance uses his weight advantage to overpower Masked Marvel and hoist him up onto his shoulders. With a feat of pure athleticism, Vengeance jumps off and drives Masked Marvel to the canvas with an amazing top rope powerbomb. The crowd roars at the rare manoeuvre. Both men are down as the referee begins his mandatory count. He gets to four before Vengeance manages to throw an arm over the unmoving form of Masked Marvel, 1...2…Big Country breaks the pin!!
JOEY STYLES: How on earth is this match going to end?
P. LICKING: Quickly I hope.
Big Country picks up Vengeance 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: Vengeance just will not say die.
P. LICKING: He really wants to keep that Britannia Championship Styles.
The challenger is beyond frustrated as he signals for the end and lifts up Vengeance for a pumphandle slam. Vengeance reverses it into a cradle, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! All three men are down in exhaustion and pain. The referee starts another ten count, 1…2…3…4…5…6… First to his feet, Masked Marvel notices Big Cournty 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 turning into a contender for match of the year.
Masked Marvel stands up and drags Big Country in the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and delivers a spinning elbow drop. He makes another cover attempt, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Masked Marvel picks the other challenger up and throws him into the corner charging in after him. Big Country moves at the last second and Masked Marvel slams into the corner sternum first. Masked Marvel staggers out as Big Country runs up the turnbuckles and lands a body splash that sends Masked Marvel to the mat. Big Country makes a cover, 1...2...Vengeance makes the save!!! Vengeance slowly gets back up grabbing Big Country as he does. Winding up, Vengeance slams Big Country in the face with a huge left hand. Big Country drops to a knee briefly, but regains his composure and nails Vengeance with a right hand of his own. The two men exchange blows, but Big Country wins the stand up war, connecting with consecutive strikes. Big Country hits Vengeance so hard that the Champion collapses in the ring. Big Country picks up Vengeance and once again goes for the pumphandle slam. At the last moment Vengeance is able to hook his arm around the top rope causing Big Country to fall backwards hard. Seizing the opportunity, Vengeance grabs hold of Big Country’s legs and flips over into a pinning combination, 1…2…KICKOUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: What a match, all three of these men are fighting their hardest, none of them will just lie down.
P. LICKIN: I sure don’t have that problem with your Mom Styles.
JOEY STYLES: You’re sick!!
Masked Marvel staggers over to Vengeance and swings viciously, though still off balance the blow misses its mark. Vengeance retaliates catching Masked Marvel with a boot to the head putting the challenger flat on his back. Vengeance picks Masked Marvel up and hits an impressive swinging slam. The Champion makes the cover, 1...2…KICK OUT!!! Changing his focus to the other challenger, Vengeance picks Big Country up by the hair and is stunned with a low blow. Big Counrty rolls Vengeance up 1...2...KICK OUT!! With Vengeance still in pain, the official reprimands the challenger for his dirty low blow. Laughing in the refs face, Big Country starts stomping away at the lower section of Vengeance before scooping him up and planting him face first with a standing bulldog. Big Country with the cover 1...2...Masked Marvel breaks the pin!!! Marvel picks up Big Country, whips him towards the ropes and catches him on the rebound with the AVENGER ASSEMBLE!! Masked Marvel gets up and goes for the cover. OUTCAST DDT!!! Out of nowhere Vengeance grabs hold of the masked challenger and drills him down hard. Backing into the corner, Vengeance beckons for Big Country to get back to his feet. Slowly the challenger regains his vertical base. Vengeance explodes out of the corner, leaps into the air and drives Big Country down hard with the BREAK FROM SOCIETY!!! Exhausted, Vengeance drapes an arm over Big Country, 1…2…3!!!
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Rage makes his way to the ring with his personal security guard Mr. Larson. Johnny Cedrone then makes his way to the ring. There is no sign of Sting as Mr. Larson took Sting out earlier in the evening with a lead pipe so a VWF official referee stands in to call the match. The bell rings and then Cedrone attempts to shake hands with Rage. Rage smiles, then pops Cedrone with a huge right hand. Rage delivers a few more, then whips into the ropes. Cedrone comes back and gets nailed with a back elbow that sends Cedrone to the ground. Rage picks him up and walks him into the corner. He delivers a few fists until Cedrone falls to the bottom turnbuckle. Rage uses his boot to choke the life out Cedrone. The referee makes his count and Rage releases before the count is over. Rage listens to the referee's instructions, ignores them, and chokes Cedrone again. The referee gets to four, then Rage releases it. The referee gets between the two, warning Rage about the choke. Rage walks over to Cedrone, but Cedrone nails him with a right hand to the midsection. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and lands a front elbow to the back of Rage’s head. Rage stumbles down. He stands back up. He turns around, only to be hit with a dropkick from Cedrone. Cedrone makes a quick cover. 1...2… Rage kicks out easily.
JOEY STYLES: That won't be enough to do it.
P. LICKIN: That’s usually what I say to the barman before I go round to your Mom’s.
Cedrone slaps on a side headlock. The fans boo Rage as he makes it to one knee. Cedrone tries to clamp down on the hold, but Rage powers out and lands a huge back suplex with both men crashing to the canvas. Rage rolls over for a cover. 1…2...KICK OUT!!! Rage manages to get to his feet first and delivers a hard kick to Cedrone’s ribs. Rage picks him up. He bounces off the ropes and connects with a cross body block. He makes a cover. 1…2...KICK OUT!!! Rage gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Cedrone gets to his feet. He turns around to see Rage flying off the top rope. Cedrone reacts and connects with another dropkick as Rage crashes down to the canvas, and rolls out of the ring. The referee begins the count for Rage on the outside and Cedrone still being down on the canvas. Rage rolls in at the count of five. Cedrone is able to reach his feet first as Rage rolls into the ring. He puts a couple of boots to Rage’s spine before climbing to the top rope. He waits for Rage to stand up and lands a huge missile dropkick. Cedrone makes a quick cover. 1…2…KICK PUT!!! Rage is able to get the shoulder up to the crowd’s chagrin. Cedrone slams the mat in frustration. He walks to the other corner and signals for Rage to stand up. Rage staggers to his feet. Cedrone charges and attempts to clothesline his opponents head from his shoulders, but Rage moves aside and Cedrone crashes into the steel post. He staggers back and Rage rolls him up for a pin. 1…2…KICK OUT!!! Cedrone holds his chest in pain. Rage picks him up and slams him down hard. Rage picks up Cedrone and whips him hard into the turnbuckle charging at him as he rebounds out of the corner. At the last moment, Cedrone executes a picture perfect drop toe hold taking his opponent off his feet and causing Rage’s neck to land on the middle rope. Cedrone climbs out onto the ring apron and lands a big leg drop over the back of Rage’s prone neck. Rolling back into the ring, Cedrone make the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Rage is able to get the shoulder up!
P. LICKIN: Who knows, maybe with enough whiskey I could do the same with your Mom.
Cedrone picks his opponent up and throws him into the corner. He delivers a few forearm shots and then hoists him to the top turnbuckle. Cedrone attempts a superplex, but Rage punches him a few times. Rage then uses his power and hoists Cedrone onto his shoulder and delivers an amazing top rope powerbomb. The crowd roars at the rare manoeuvre. Both men are down as the referee begins his mandatory count. He gets to four before Rage puts 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, Rage attempts another cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Rage picks up Cedrone by the hair and delivers a standing bulldog. Rage slides over and makes yet another cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: Cedrone just will not say die.
Rage is beyond frustrated as he signals for the end and lifts up Cedrone for the COMING OF AGE, but Cedrone reverses it into a cradle 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Both men are down in exhaustion and pain. The referee starts another ten count, 1…2…3…4…5…6… First to his feet, Rage notices Cedrone is still down and takes advantage with a quick cover, 1...2…KICK OUT!!!
P. LICKIN: Ok even I’ve got to admit that this is turning into a contender for match of the night.
Rage stands up and drags Cedrone in the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and delivers a spinning elbow drop. He makes another cover attempt 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Rage picks him up and throws him into the corner. Rage charges him with a clothesline, but Cedrone moves and Rage slams into the corner sternum first. He staggers out. Cedrone runs up the turnbuckles and lands a body splash that sends Rage to the mat. Cedrone makes a cover 1...2...KICK OUT!!! Cedrone slowly gets up. He grabs Rage and slams him in the face with a huge left hand. Rage drops to a knee briefly, but regains his composure and nails Cedrone with a right hand. The two men exchange blows, but Rage wins the stand up war, connecting with consecutive strikes. Rage hits him so hard; Cedrone simply collapses in the ring. Rage picks up Cedrone and once again goes for the COMING OF AGE. At the last moment Cedrone is able to hook his arm around the top rope causing Rage to fall backwards hard. Seizing the opportunity, Cedrone grabs hold of Rage’s legs and flips over into a pinning combination, 1…2…KICKOUT!!!
JOEY STYLES: So close, Cedrone almost had it.
A little surprised that Rage kicked out, Cedrone stomps on him a couple of times before picking him up and whipping him to the corner post. Rage crashes into the turnbuckle chest first and staggers backwards only to be hammered by Cedrone springing off the opposing rope with a flying forearm. Keeping his focus on the challenger, Cedrone clambers to the top ropes and leaps off at his opponent; now slowly returning to his feet. At the last second, Rage catches the champion in mid air and drills him with a SPEAR!!
JOEY STYLES: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! That’s it, it’s all over!!
Rage drapes an arm over Cedrone to make the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
P. LICKIN: Oh come on! That was a three count!
JOEY STYLES: He took too long to make the cover.
Crying out in frustration Rage pulls the champion back to his feet, lifts him up high and throws him down hard with a brutal powerbomb. Again he makes the cover, 1…2…KICK OUT!!
P. LICKING: Someone needs to teach the referee how to count to three!!
JOEY STYLES: He is counting and he’s calling it right down the middle. I'm also surprised that we have not seen Mr. Larson get more involved in the match, Rage is just putting forth a good match without the aid of his security.
P. LICKING: Rage doesn't really NEED any help to win, Mr. Larson is just there to back Rage up if something does go down.
Not believing what happened, Rage grabs hold of the referee and starts to vent his anger and frustrations at the official. The challengers attention diverted by his anger, Cedrone is given valuable breathing time. Clawing his way slowly over to his opponent, Cedrone grabs hold of Rage and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin attempt. The referee drops to count but Rage uses the champion’s momentum against him and rolls through the pin attempt coming back up on his feet. Grabbing Cedrone’s legs, he drags the champion into the centre of the ring and quickly applies a SCORPION DEATHLOCK!! Cedrone hollers out in pain as Rage leans back, clamping the hold even tighter.
P. LICKIN: Now this is what I’m talking about!!
JOEY STYLES: Rage is seemingly taunting now as he is using one of Sting's own signature moves. First he takes Sting out this evening and now this.
The referee leans in to check on Jonny Cedrone.
JOEY STYLES: I hate to say it but the champ looks out of it to me.
The special 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: I don’t believe this.
The fans begin to rally behind Cedrone as he attempts to lever his way out of the excruciating hold. Fighting to regain control, Rage 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 drags him back to the centre of the ring and locks the hold in tight once more. The referee again leans in to check on the champion. He goes to lift up Cedrone’s hand but is battered away by the champion who once again tries to claw his way to the ropes. The fans are going crazy, furiously shouting their support for the champ as he edges closer. Stretching for all he can, Cedrone reaches out and manages to clutch the bottom rope. The referee forces Rage to break the hold. His eyes coloured by pure anger, 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, Rage hits a rebounding Cedrone with a nasty back elbow, knocking him clean off his feet. Clambering back to his feet, Rage climbs the nearest corner post and jumps off, nailing the champion with a flying elbow drop.
JOEY STYLES: Now that had to hurt.
The challenger picks Cedrone up and whips him to the ropes, but Cedrone counters and instead sends Rage charging. As he rebounds back at the champion, Cedrone drills him hard with a brutal superkick before falling back to the mat himself. The referee begins to count both men down, 1…2…3…4…5…6…Rage begins to stir…7…8…the challenger uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. The count stopped, Rage stalks over to his opponent and stamps on him twice for good measure before picking him up. Lifting Cedrone up he drapes him over his shoulder; Rage draws his thumb over his throat signalling the coming end. Rage begins to run around the ring picking up force for the killing blow. Bouncing off the nearest rope, Rage drives Cedrone down with a soul destroying Spinebuster!! But at the last second, Cedrone hooks the challengers head and reverses the momentum; picking the challenger up, Cedrone drives him down with the MABO ITALIANO!!
JOEY STYLES: Oh my God!!
P. LICKIN: Oh shut up!!
Both men are down as the referee once again starts to count them out, 1…2…3…4…5…neither man moves…6…7…8…9…Cedrone climbs back up to his feet sending the crowd crazy. The champion begins to strut around the ring feeding off his many supporters, psyching himself up. Picking Rage up, Cedrone boots him in the midsection and charges at the opposing ropes. Rebounding back, Cedrone leaps up and grabs hold of the challenger driving him down face first with a jumping spinning DDT. The fans are at fever pitch as they urge the champion to finish his opponent off. Springing back to his feet, Cedrone rushes to the corner post and drags himself to the top turnbuckle. Before he can reach it Mr. Larson finally gets involved and pushes Cedrone off of the top rope while the referee isn't looking. Cedrone flies off of the ropes and crashes right into the referee, taking the referee out
JOEY STYLES: Now the referee is out! Damn it! So much for not needing Mr. Larson's help, huh?
Mr. Larson, seeing that the referee was knocked out reaches underneath the ring and grabs the infamous lead pipe that had taken Sting out earlier that night. Mr. Larson slides the pipe over near Rage. Rage picks up the lead pipe and waits for Cedrone to rise to his feet. Cedrone rises and checks on the fallen referee. The ref shows no signs of consciousness, so Cedrone turns to pursue Rage, but is met with a lead pipe to the midsection. Johnny Cedrone is buckled over at the waist and Rage cracks Cedrone over the back of the neck and head with the pipe which drives Cedrone into the canvas face first.
Just then, the crowd begins to react to something near the entrance. Rage looks up to see, to his amazement, Sting crawling toward the ring bloodied and battered. Rage instructs Mr. Larson to head the crawling Sting off at the pass. Mr. Larson obliges and heads toward the entrance. Mr. Larson picks Sting up to his feet to find nothing but a man wearing a trench coat and a Sting mask. Mr. Larson lets the man go and the man falls right back down to the ground.
P. LICKING: That isn't Sting! Mr. Larson must have snuck up on the wrong man.
JOEY STYLES: Well, if that isn't Sting, then where is Sting?
Mr. Larson removes the mask from the man and puts the mask on. Mr. Larson then picks the man up over his shoulder to dispose of him. While this is going on the REAL Sting begins to fall from the rafters of Madison Square Garden wearing a referee's t-shirt. The crowd goes nuts. Sting unhooks himself and then sneaks up behind Rage and grabs him. Rage's eyes get huge just as Sting sets him up and drops him with the Scorpion Death Drop and the lead pipe goes a flying out of the ring. Sting then drapes Johnny Cedrone over the lifeless Rage. Mr. Larson finally notices the commotion in the ring and rushes to the ring to stop the count, but before he does Sting counts the 1-2-3! Mr. Larson slides underneath the bottom rope and gets back to his feet only to find Sting waiting for him. Mr. Larson tries to retreat, but Sting grabs him and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Sting then runs and hits the Stinger Splash on Mr. Larson which causes Mr. Larson to stumble out toward the center of the ring. Sting then grabs him and delivers yet another Scorpion Death Drop. Sting then picks Mr. Larson back up and throws him through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Then Sting walks over to Rage and picks him up. Sting whispers something into Rage's ear and then throws Rage out of the ring, but over the top rope this time. The crowd cheers even louder. Sting then helps Cedrone back to his feet and then raises Cedrone's hand as the winner of the match. Sting lets go of Cedrone who stumbles back into the corner turnbuckle holding the back of his head. Sting walks over and grabs Cedrone's title and then hands it to him and raises his hand one more time.
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The arena lights dim in the arena, except for a single pink light shining at the entrance ramp. Ariana comes with the Intercontinental championship over her shoulder while “Another Void” by Android Lust plays, with a growing and very positive reaction from the crowd, with the exception of a few catcalls. She wears her long black dress, frayed near the bottom and has the look of a person that is prepared if not entirely secure in her certainty. Slowly, she makes her way down to the ring, ignoring everyone around her. After climbing in the ring, she hands the referee the Intercontinental championship and lowers her dress from her shoulders, revealing a black spandex top and a pair of white spandex shorts. She stands back in her corner as the referee is handed the strap as he gives the Intercontinental championship to the timekeeper.
Joey Styles: Ariana looks as ready as she can be for this. I wouldn’t call that look hesitation, but I wouldn’t call it confidence either. She knows she’s in for the fight of her VWF career tonight.
P.Lickin: And the single worst ass whipping she’s ever had! He’s going to beat on her like they’re a pair of drunken common laws in a trailer park.
Announcer: Introducing at a Height of Five feet Nine Inches and a Weight of One Hundred and Twenty Pounds! She may very well be the The Last Thing You See if she applies her Finishing Move the Frankensteiner! She has been astounding VWF audiences since her debut and her Trade Mark has been Cutting The Knight with the Guillotine Leg drop! She is a High-flyer from Carson City, Nevada – she currently holds and will tonight be defending the VWF Intercontinental championship - SHE IS! ARIANA LONDON!
Joey Styles: She looks to be in excellent condition. Her velocity and acrobatics are going to be her key to procuring a victory and sustaining her championship tonight.
P.Lickin: Yeah she is in excellent condition for sure, but then again the match hasn’t started yet.
Joey Styles: You know just because someone doesn’t act like a bigger jerk than you, that’s no reason to put them down.
P.Lickin: Sure it is.
The crowd erupts for their favorite savage as the scene shows us backstage we see the corridor of the VWF Superstar's Dressing rooms. They already know who's coming - but still they anticipate that moment when DBR's door opens and he advance from his locker room to wards the entranceway. Indeed the door swings wide and out steps the biggest man on the VWF roster Alexia steps out after him, Carr bows down and she gets up to her tip toes to give him a tender kiss – before slapping him across the face and pointing towards the entrance ramp as she bites her lip and wards off an excited smirk. With his hood is pulled up over his head hiding his face as she closes the door, Carr makes his way to wards the ring already furious as the reddening hand print raises up on his cheek. He stops behind the entrance curtain and we can hear the insanity unfolding as fans begin to grow restless. The cameras change and we see the wild, excited VWF fans looking expectant Carr once again readies himself for the ring – The arena falls under darkness as smoke billows up from the ramp way and only two lights appear near the entrance way, two red lights aimed straight down the ramp at the ring. And with raw power and unstoppable determination his music begins as across the screen a single word flickers "Deviate" the guttural guitar riffs of Sulfur by Slipknot echoes throughout the arena, and the two lights at the entrance ramp appear to move, followed by a massive three dimensional laser light big rig that tears down the ramp leaving two trails of fire on the ramp in it's wake and four posts erupting into balls of fire that reach high to wards the arena's ceiling as the transparent truck makes it to the ring and evaporates into the same blackness that now once again engulfs the arena. The announcer begins to speak, unseen for the same blackness that blinds us all.
Joey Styles: Carr and Alexia seem to be getting quite close, but that’s some weird tactics to slap him across the face before he fights.
P.Lickin: Yeah Styles, why on earth would she want her homicidal man to be pissed off before he comes to the ring to wrestle for the Intercontinental Championship? Makes NO sense at all when you actually think about it.
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS TIME TO FOCUS ON THE DANGER! Hailing from Arnprior County Ontario Canada, Standing a Measure of Seven Foot One Inch Tall, and Weighting in tonight at Three Hundred Seventy Pounds He is...The Fatal Phenomenon... he is ALL HATE! He is the one... the only... The Body Bagging - Toe Tagging SICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER! D-B-R! SCOTT CARR!
Joey Styles: Scott Carr doesn’t need to get more pissed off, he needs to be focused on this Intercontinental championship strap match.
P.Lickin: Oh, I don’t think Focus is his issue. The man is just this side of committable! He’s vicious, violent and has no regard for the well being of anyone in this company.
All the while - the most ravenous and blood thirsty VWF fans cheer his name chanting "D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R! D-B-R!" their girder rattling cries echo incessantly through the pitch darkness. A solitary red spotlight on the entranceway appears just before DBR bursts through the curtain; his head is rocking to the beats of his own intro the lights begin to strobe red and black in time with the music as he runs his hand across his heart and points out to the audience. The darkness beneath his hood is covering his blood red eyes, and casting his face in shadow for a moment as he stops dead in his tracks and glares out from under it across the audience. We see a sadistic smile creep across his face as he lifts his head looking skyward to wards the upper levels of the arena as his cult-like following of loyal career-long fans wave banners, swing t-shirts and thrust their DBR action figures, toilet paper and other paraphernalia as high into the air as they can reach, most also letting fly their own Devil Horns high signs. With most of the audience behind him it's harder now to hear those who oppose DBR's style, although they are still out there and between them all they do still have a powerful, audible voice - DBR's grin widens and growing ever more frightening and disturbing as he picks up on hearing these critics, his grin becomes a sadistic smile. The ramp way around DBR erupts in flames as he whips back his hood while he roars back at his wild fans that are cheering so ravenously for him. DBR runs across the stage, roaring out to his fans, and calling on their chants, holding his Devil Horn high sign up for one and all - pumping them up into frenzy before he runs back across the stage to the far side, Carr throws both arms up with his Devil horns high sign, his fans reply in kind with their pop and reciprocated hand gestures. Carr unzips his hoody before he rips off his toque and tosses it to the crowd. DBR makes his way back to the center of the ramp way, flipping open his undone hoody. DBR pulls his hoody off and throws it into the other side of the crowd as he descends the ramp advancing to wards the ring while a rain of DBR Toilet Paper flies out of fans hands landing across the ramp way, the red and black trails end up crossing all around DBR, who catches a few during his stride and tosses them back out to the crowd. As braggadocios and opinionated as he is, DBR's nearly constantly moving lips give us a good hint that he's doing some verbal chest pounding for anyone near enough to hear him. DBR shakes his head in disbelief at the unsettlingly loud fans brandishing his merchandise. DBR makes his way down seeming to enjoy the intense contact with his sadistic fans throughout the arena although he does also seem to take great revelry in throwing the occasional middle finger in the faces of those who jeer him. DBR finishes his saunter down the last of ramp way, he then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, he jumps to his feet and holds his right hand palm outstretched - to wards the agitated and excited members of the crowd, as if feeling the air and electricity that pulses from their chants. DBR thrusts both arms into the air and the two ring posts and the apron behind him all erupt into a huge wall of flame that makes a silhouette out of him but lights the rest of the entire arena. Carr tightens the “VWF-YOU!” belt buckle clasping his black leather belt and he cracks his neck as he settles back into his corner prepared for the match, his red eyes locked on Ariana - cold and void of compassion on the goals ahead of him as the referee calls them to the middle of the ring and places the strap around their left wrists.
Joey Styles: We’re about to get under way here.
P.Lickin: Don’t you mean that Ariana is drastically underweight here?
Joey Styles: No, I really don’t.
P.Lickin: Well you should, it would make more sense.
Joey Styles: You’re a douche bag.
P.Lickin: Maybe, but I still humped your mom.
Ariana steps back as far as the strap will let her go, Carr stays standing tall with his eyes locked onto her like prey. Ariana’s hesitations and uncertainty seem to fade away as she is hit with the reality of the situation, seeing herself finally lashed to this behemoth of a man. Ariana steps closer to Carr and stares him dead in his blood red eyes, she even goes so far as to step up and bump her chest into him an act that incites a laugh from the big man. The bell rings and Ariana immediately executes a back flip kick that plants itself underneath Carr’s jaw and stuns the big man!
Joey Styles: I don’t think he saw that coming! Ariana isn’t afraid of him!
P.Lickin: Not yet anyways, the match has only just started.
Ariana leaps up and nails a drop kick into Carr’s left shoulder, she lands on her feet and before he can even raise a hand to his ache – she leaps up and slams another in with surgical precision. She doesn’t land on her feet this time but she rolls through Carr’s legs as he reaches to tend to his shoulder and she snaps the strap taught up into his nuts, Carr doubles up and Ariana jumps up putting both her knees into his back while she loops the straps slack around his neck and tries to choke him out!
Joey Styles: Ariana is taking it to Scott Carr! She is choking the lift out of him!
Carr flails away batting at Ariana’s head, he contacts it a few times solidly though her positioning allows her to protect herself from all but grazing blows otherwise. Carr begins to wane in his attempts and soon drops to a knee. Ariana tightens her grasp on the strap and pull it with all the force she can. Carr drops to a full kneel and Ariana slides down off his back trying to hold the choke in tightly. Carr reaches between his legs and takes her by the ankle and in one swift motion he pulls her off her feet, releasing the strap so he can breath before he drags her back through his legs. Carr actually picks Ariana up by the ankle as he gets back to his feet and carelessly tosses her down onto the top of her head.
P.Lickin: OH!
Joey Styles: I don’t know if Ariana considered the sheer power of Carr as much more than a challenge. He is strong as an Ox, but he has about the same understanding of common human compassion as an Ox when that bell rings!
Carr gasps to regain his breath – she actually seems to have taken a lot out of him though the impact of the unexpected toss took its toll on her as well. Though Ariana knows she can’t quit, she tries to sweep kick the legs out from beneath Carr, but his reaction isn’t what she wants. It obviously hurts him when her leg whacks into the side of his though it isn’t enough to take him down. Ariana jumps up and begins snapping off kicks to the side of Carr’s leg as fast as she can, Carr steps back and Ariana steps in to continue the attack, directly into one of his vicious elbow shots. Ariana drops from the shot holding the side of her head.
Joey Styles: Carr is deadly with those knees and elbows. There we go with that Sambo background of his. Carr is a gifted man, but he’s worked hard to become the animal he is now.
P.Lickin: He just hit Ariana like she was a man twice her size!
Joey Styles: Indeed he did. Carr made it clear – she agreed to the match and he’s not going to back off because she’s a woman.
Carr grabs the golden locks of Ariana and pulls her up off the ground he rips her up off the ground and delivers a standing spine buster that lays the poor woman out flat on the mat.
P.Lickin: GOOD GOD!
Joey Styles: Ariana needs to avoid Carr’s power.
P.Lickin: Gee, ya think!?
Joey Styles: Shut up Lickin.
Ariana brings herself around as Carr looms over her – she fires both feet up and drills her heels into Carr’s nuts for all she’s worth! Carr doubles up snarling in pain. Ariana scrambles to her feet and runs to the end of the strap only to use the recoil of tension to launch her back at him with a scissor kick that flat out floors the big man. Ariana gets to her knees and uncharacteristically begins driving elbow shots of her own into the head of Carr, one after another without fail or hesitation she repeatedly hammers in the damage.
P.Lickin: HOLY SHIT!
Joey Styles: ARIANA IS ALIVE!
P.Lickin: HA HA! Scott Carr is getting beat up by a girl!
Carr rolls over and blocks himself from taking several shots before Ariana is thrown off her rhythm with a big knee that collides with the side of her head! She doesn’t stop attacking Carr but she does slow – Carr piles another knee into the side of her head but this time he shoves her back away from him. Ariana topples backwards and gets up to her feet as Carr makes it to a knee. Ariana runs towards Carr and rails a knee of her own into his chin with the shining wizard. Carr is rocked but he doesn’t go down, Ariana takes a few steps back again and tries for another this time Carr jumps up catching her beneath her arms. Before she knows what’s happening Ariana becomes the victim of a Farewell and a savage Clothesline that takes her down hard onto the back of her head - out of mid air. Ariana won’t let herself stop - she rolls over onto her stomach as Carr leaves her behind and heads for the turnbuckles.
Joey Styles: OH LORD! He calls that move the Hard Shift.
P.Lickin: He should call it the “I just knocked Ariana London the fuck out”
Joey Styles: I guess he doesn’t because that’s a lot less catchy.
P.Lickin: It’s still true.
Joey Styles: Carr is heading for the turnbuckles! He’s a walk around the ring away from a win!
Carr walks to the first turnbuckle and slaps it, he then looks towards the next and begins to walk for it dragging Ariana like she were an ill trained lazy dog. Ariana gets up and races for the corner Carr is heading toward – but she doesn’t try to take out his legs or dropkick him from behind – no, instead she runs up the turnbuckles and flips backwards off the top taking Carr’s head into a reverse DDT that sweeps the monster off his feet. Ariana then gets up and tags the corner, with how she left Carr lying she tries to go back to the first one he’d tagged. On her way Carr sits up – Ariana comes literally to the end of her slack but she valiantly tries to pull on Carr, who is now back to a knee smiling his sadistic smile at her. Ariana turns away from him and reaches for the second turnbuckle with every inch she can stretch herself out. Carr grabs the strap and tugs it, Ariana is forced to turn and face him, and a second pull drags her into a Carr Crash! Ariana folds over Carr’s shoulder just as easily and with as much impact as the leather strap between them. Ariana hits the ground like dead weight as Carr gets back to his feet. Ariana is obviously in severe pain from the move but she fights through it regardless and tries to roll away only Carr isn’t looking for the turnbuckles now he’s got a look on his face like he wants to hurt her and he does just that with a harsh punt to her already sore ribs. Ariana flattens out gasping for air before she contorts and curls up in suffering.
P.Lickin: Well there go her hopes of ever having children.
Joey Styles: Ariana London is a Valiant competitor!
P.Lickin: Oh yeah man, she just Valiantly got kicked in the guts so hard her eyes changed color. Look at her go she’s a hero.
Joey Styles: You obviously aren’t watching the same match I am then!
P.Lickin: No? I’m watching the one going on in the ring right now, do you have a little TV somewhere that I didn’t notice?
Joey Styles: Ariana isn’t staying down!
Ariana forces herself to her knees while Carr towers above her roaring insults at her, Ariana looks Carr dead in the eyes and calls him on.
P.Lickin: Smart move; encourage the relentless psychopath to attack you. What’s next? Is she planning on going jogging in Central Park in edible panties? Because I’d rather see that then whatever he’s about to do…
Carr laughs at her and moves in to grab her, but Ariana once again goes for the low blow shot. Carr isn’t happy but he guarded himself for it this time and he clenches his legs around her arm and drops down into an arm vice submission.
Joey Styles: Ariana is in trouble here!
P.Lickin: No she isn’t. She can’t tap out. As long as Scott is ripping her limbs off and not heading for the turnbuckles she’ll be fine.
Joey Styles: Do you even have feelings at all?
P.Lickin: Yes sir I do, and I keep them all safe and sound in the head of my penis.
Joey Styles: Figures.
Ariana fires off punches at Carr knowing that even being as close to the ropes as she is, grabbing them will not break the hold. Carr doesn’t let go, he simply blocks several of her punches before grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the ground – Ariana struggles for all she’s worth and finally reverse somersaults herself into a position where she can free her arm from the submission, but not Carr’s grasp which he uses to put her over his knee. Carr then grabs her shoulder and hooks her hip – he stands up and plows her down across his knee stomach first, not just once but four times!
P.Lickin: OW! OW! OW! OW! I wouldn’t want to be Ariana London right now, but feel free to ask me again if she were masturbating I’d ride that ride!
Joey Styles: You’re a sick fuck.
P.Lickin: So is Scott Carr and people praise him for it.
Carr dumps Ariana onto the floor and delivers a Head On stomp to her skull before stepping over her and heading towards the turnbuckles. Ariana’s dazed state is jolted as she feels herself being dragged along the canvas as the big man advances to the corner. Ariana shakes her head trying to clear the cob webs and before Carr can even tag the turnbuckle with his hand, Ariana gets up and runs at him – she handsprings up and vaults her body over not only him but the top rope as she bulldog’s Carr into the top turnbuckle and falls to the outside. Carr staggers back from the corner and pulls Ariana back up, seeing her precarious position Carr heaves on the strap pulling her up to the apron. Moving in on her he takes a handful of her hair and tosses her as far into the ring as the strap will let her go.
Joey Styles: Scott Carr is just manhandling her in there! This isn’t fair at all!
P.Lickin: She agreed to it so fair doesn’t matter anymore.
Joey Styles: Well it damned well should!
P.Lickin: Scott Carr has been in this company longer than she has – he was in highlight reels when she joined up. I’m sorry to sound as cold as him, but she knew what she was getting herself into.
Joey Styles: I disrespectfully disagree. You don’t understand what it is to face Scott Carr until you actually have.
P.Lickin: Well then I suppose this is a learning experience for her.
Carr smacks the turnbuckle and moves towards the next, Ariana is beginning to show signs of damage though she refuses to stay down – she gets up and spears the back of Carr’s right leg which drops the mammoth of a man to a single knee. Ariana gets up and delivers a spin kick to the back of his skull so hard it looks as if she’s trying to take his head off. As soon as she plants her foot again she tags the turnbuckle and heads for the next. Carr gets up and yanks her back away from the corner, but Ariana assumes he would and all his efforts garner him is a dropkick to the face. Carr reels back and falls against the ropes, Ariana charges him and tries to clothesline him over the top – but his sheer mass keeps him inside, Ariana backs up and tries again only this time, Carr explodes off the ropes and blasts through her and her attempt with a clothesline of his own.
Joey Styles: WOW! She has to have one of, if not THE best dropkick in this business!
Carr shakes it off and gets back to work; he tags a turnbuckle and heads for the next dragging Ariana behind him as he does.
P.Lickin: Fat lot of good those dropkicks do against a sociopath.
Joey Styles: Ariana won’t stay down though! Look at her!
Ariana picks herself up in the middle of the ring – she sways from the abuse her body has taken so far but she will not relent. Carr catches her assent in the corner of his eye and ceases to make the corner tag attempt; instead he turns his attention back to her and grabs her around the throat.
P.Lickin: AWWWW YA BAY-BEEE! TIME TO TAKE THE CARR BOMB, BITCH!
Joey Styles: At least it will end this drastically unfair match up!
Carr rips Ariana up off the ground and drops to a knee throwing one out for her to land on, though unexpectedly Ariana bridges and is able to avoid the impact by a mere inch and a half or so. Carr is furious and snaps his knee up into her lower back, which crumbles her bridge attempt. Carr takes a handful of Ariana’s hair and pulls her to her feet; he bends her over and tosses her head between his legs. Ariana is helpless to stop the savage power bomb that Carr uses to drive her into the canvas or so it would seem, until she attempts a modified Frankensteiner.
P.Lickin: SHE’S GOING FOR – THE LAST THING YOU SEE!
Joey Styles: GO ARIANA! GO!
Ariana sends her body backwards in an effort to best the big man but he shoves her legs off from around his head and Ariana’s skill allows her to land on her feet. Carr grabs her around the waist and smashes her into the ground with a spine buster. Carr doesn’t bother going for the turnbuckles his focus is directed at Ariana and the obvious mission he’s undertaken to make an example of her. Carr raises his big boot again going for another Head On, but Ariana rolls out of the way! Carr stomps the ground and before he can do anything else Ariana steps on his knee and propels herself up into a head scissor roll over that catches Carr off guard and sends him tumbling over himself into the canvas. Ariana is quick to her feet again and she twirls the strap around Carr’s ankles.
P.Lickin: She’s trying to tie him up! She’s kinky!
Joey Styles: It’s a reasonable tactic at this point. Carr is an excellent stand up and ground technician, but he can’t stand up to take her down if he’s lost the use of his legs!
Carr pushes Ariana away with both his feet and tries to unravel the strap but Ariana uses her lightening fast speed to run back into a diving shoulder block that lays Carr out once more. Ariana tags the nearest turnbuckle and heads for the next, but Carr grabs the bottom rope and draws his knees up to his chest with enough force to pull Ariana’s shoulder at an odd angle and take her off her feet.
P.Lickin: Down but not out!
Joey Styles: Ariana had the right idea but she’ll need to make sure Carr is done for before she tries to win this!
P.Lickin: Yeah! Good luck!
Joey Styles: Scott Carr has lost before…
P.Lickin: But not to a Hundred and Twenty Pound Blonde little girl!
Carr begins to unravel his feet though Ariana gets up holding her shoulder she runs in and delivers a low drop kick to the jaw of Carr that leaves his task incomplete. Ariana jumps and lands a leg drop across Carr’s chest before somersaulting backwards to her feet and doing it again. Ariana gets up and re-lashes Carr’s feet together. She heads for the turnbuckle and Carr sits up grabbing the strap, he rolls back and tucks his feet underneath himself – which pulls Ariana around to face him as he springs into a Carr Crash! But Carr’s lack of balance makes the move weaker than normally, as he can’t drive through her like he normally would.
Joey Styles: OH NO! She’s been broken clean in half!
P.Lickin: Carr didn’t get all of it though!
Joey Styles: No he didn’t, but he took the least of it too.
Carr rolls onto his back and unties his legs, Ariana holds her midsection and gets to all fours she spots Carr trying to unfurl the strap and she pushes herself to her feet and punt kicks him in the head! Carr falls back to the canvas and she leaps over him into a springboard off the top rope - which she uses to launch herself into a phoenix splash directly onto his chest! Ariana gets to her knees still tending to a tender midriff as she gets back to her feet she takes a second to catch her breath and walks to the corner where she tags the turnbuckle. The doubles back and heads towards the next but Carr grabs her ankle on the way and pulls her feet out from beneath her. Ariana goes to get up to all fours but Carr thrusts himself backwards and drives an elbow shot into the base of her skull. Carr sits up and this time he gets his feet freed. He gets up and grabs Ariana by the waist, he uses his raw power to dead lift her up and into a release German suplex that sends her to the end of the strap before she is planted into the mat. Carr advances on her again and grabs her by the wrist, he bends down and wraps her arm around the back of his neck as he takes control of her torso and pulls her up into what looks like a Northern Lights suplex, but Ariana puts her hands on his shoulders and does a handstand! Before Carr can do anything to stop it Ariana swings her knees down directly into his face taking her and the big man to the ground hard!
P.Lickin: DID YOU SEE THAT?
Joey Styles: I did indeed! Ariana London is not to be taken lightly!
P.Lickin: I guess not!
Ariana gets up and due to their positioning she’s able to run to and rebound off of the ropes, she then dives into a dropkick to the side of Carr’s head so hard his body spins ninety degrees on the canvas. Carr gets to all fours and Ariana steps on his back using it to send herself skyward and down into a leg drop across the back of his neck! Carr stirs as she gets to her feet – looking down at him she shakes her head in disbelief. The look of disbelief fades and is replaced by a look of determination as she realizes she can hurt him. Ariana doesn’t give him another chance to get up she punt kicks him in the ribs so hard she hobbles away for a few steps. She goes for another and Carr snatches her leg, Ariana tries to pull it free but before she can he comes up from beneath her and grabs her by the throat – Carr stands up and takes Ariana almost ten feet into the air before he spikes her into the canvas with a chokeslam. Ariana is hurt but still turns over in an attempt to get up but Carr wraps the strap around her neck and kneels on her back pushing her to the floor as he pries back on her neck, going so far as to take a handful of her hair and push her head forward into the suffocating hold.
Joey Styles: Oh this is just too much. How is she supposed to defend herself against this?
P.Lickin: I don’t think he cares.
Joey Styles: Obviously! He was trying to better himself! He said he wanted to be a good man! Now he’s acting worse than ever!
P.Lickin: Point of fact is you wouldn’t be this upset if he were doing that to any of our male competitors, quit being sexist.
Joey Styles: I’m not! He’s trying to rip her apart!
P.Lickin: Same as he has everyone he’s ever faced in VWF.
Carr holds the strap and lets go of her hair and proceeds to bash forearm shot after forearm shot into the side of her head, gasping desperately for breath Ariana begins to fade – the abuse and lack of oxygen seems an insurmountable obstacle for her as her eyes flutter and finally close. Carr feels her go limp and he lets go of her as he stands up. Carr walks to the first corner and tags it, then drags Ariana’s limp body to the next which he tags. As he rounds the ring and proceeds to the next turnbuckle Ariana’s head shakes as she begins to come around. Carr tags the third turnbuckle and heads for the fourth and final, Ariana grabs the ropes and does the only thing she can to stop him – she dives over the top rope and rolls back into the ring giving her a sort of mechanical advantage as Carr’s progress is stopped dead. At first he tries to pull her but with her feet planted firmly against the bottom rope she pulls on the strap for all she’s worth and the big man can no longer move forward.
Joey Styles: If he tags that last turnbuckle we’ll have a new champion! But Ariana will not go down without a fight!
P.Lickin: She’s giving it her all but he’s a big man – and he’s inches away from the win!
Ariana keeps pulling and Carr yanks against her attempting to reach the turnbuckle. Finally frustration takes the better of him and he turns on Ariana – a fact she sees coming as the tension gives way to slack. Carr kicks her in the back of the skull before he makes his way to the outside over the top rope. He rolls back in under the bottom rope and stands above Ariana who is holding her head and trying to get up. Carr begins calling her on as he raises his devil horns high sign.
Joey Styles: I think he’s going for The Carr Bomb!
P.Lickin: DO IT! DO IT!
Ariana looks as if she’s about to get up and Carr moves in on her but at the last second she drops and Carr’s swooping grip narrowly misses her! Ariana somersaults through Carr’s legs and kicks both of her feet into the back of his knees bringing the big man down once more! Ariana snaps the strap tight with all the force she can muster and the resulting impact crosses Carr’s eyes and brings him down to the canvas grasping at the pain. Ariana delivers a standing senton across Carr’s lower back, she leaps to her feet and drops back into a sharp elbow to the same spot. Again she gets up and relentlessly jumps up into a double knee drop to his lower spine again. Ariana gets to her feet once more with Carr not yet moving she tags the nearest turnbuckle and steps on him as she heads for the next. Carr pushes himself up off the ground – his face is beet red and he shaking with uncharacteristic uncontrolled fury.
Joey Styles: Oh no…
P.Lickin: YOU’RE DONE FOR NOT BLONDIE!
Joey Styles: Scott Carr is literally seething mad! I hope to god Ariana has enough left in her to deal with this!
P.Lickin: Wait for it…. Wait for it…
Carr gets to his feet and roars at Ariana who turns around with a start laying her pretty eyes on the raging unleashed animal standing before her. Ariana looks around at the audience and then fearlessly charges Carr!
Joey Styles: WHAT’S SHE DOING!
P.Lickin: Facing her fate head on!
Joey Styles: I can’t watch!
P.Lickin: I can’t look away!
Ariana leaps into the air with an arm extended for a hanging clothesline but Carr grabs her by the throat and drops extending a knee out beneath her, Ariana again bridges her body she avoids the Carr Bomb, but Carr grabs her by the waist and sends her flying up into the air and across his shoulders, Carr attempts the Carreerender but Ariana again flips herself in mid-flight so she lands on her feet, Carr swings at her wildly and she ducks it! She scales up him all the way to his shoulders which she back flips off of, having wrapped the strap around his neck before she does! Ariana yanks Carr off his feet but Carr holds onto the strap and pulls her full force and face first into a severe knee to the forehead! Carr grabs onto her and rolls over, he drags Ariana over to him – pins her arms across her chest with his left hand and begins hammering rights into her ribs for all he’s worth, we hear her screams of pain and Carr doesn’t care, each time she vocalizes her anguish he slams another anvil-like shot into her ribs throwing as much of his weight into it as he can.
Joey Styles: This is horrific… Scott Carr has no care for Ariana London, he could be thumping away on broken ribs right now and he just keeps going!
P.Lickin: Good! It’ll teach her a lesson about who not to fuck with.
Joey Styles: You’re going to hell when you die, even if you don’t believe in heaven or hell.
P.Lickin: Whatever. Hell is where all the sluts go.
Carr grabs either side of Ariana’s head and smashes her across the bridge of the nose with a head-butt that bloodies her nose. Carr then wraps the strap around Ariana’s midsection and grabs it with both hands.
Joey Styles: What’s he doing now?
P.Lickin: I’m going to bet – nothing good for Ariana.
Carr turns his back to Ariana and maintains his grasp then he rips her clean off the ground – swinging her high up over his head before he brings her down into the canvas like a hammer! Carr then steps on her lower back and the back of her neck and pulls on the strap contorting her body horribly. Ariana screams in pain as she tries to get free but the mass of the monster atop her is too much.
Joey Styles: Good god! STOP IT SCOTT!
P.Lickin: This is getting a little out of hand… even for him.
Joey Styles: A little out of hand? This match has been fucked up from the time it passed Go, Lickin!
P.Lickin: She knew what she was getting into.
Joey Styles: NO! She didn’t! And from how he’s been acting, neither did anyone else!
Carr steps off of Ariana and again swings her like a hammer above his head and into the canvas – he steps over her nearer to the ropes and again swings her up through the air this time sending her all the way to the ground outside!
P.Lickin: WOW!
Joey Styles: This has to stop… Viking King or somebody needs to end this Now!
P.Lickin: This is a strap match – anything goes.
Joey Styles: This isn’t “any” thing – this is the Worst Possible Thing!
Carr steps back and pulls Ariana back up hand over hand he tugs on the strap until she’s up on the apron, Carr tries to pull her into the ring but Ariana refuses to budge, be it fear or tactic she hangs onto the ropes for dear life and tries to avoid being pulled back into the ring with this ravenous animal. Carr keeps tension on the strap as he moves closer to her – but Ariana jumps to the top rope and lands a picture perfect seated splash that takes Carr off his feet, but she’s flung off of his chest further into the ring before he gets to his feet. The abuse she’s taken makes her slow to get up but Carr is standing above her roaring insults – belittling her and repeatedly landing humiliating slaps across the back of her head.
P.Lickin: Somebody really needs to get out here.
Joey Styles: I’d dare say “Carr is in rare form” but saying it’s rare – may imply it’s somehow sought after!
P.Lickin: I think he’s foaming at the mouth!
Ariana rolls away from Carr and tries to get to her feet but he is right on her with a savage uppercut that takes her off her feet and drops her onto her ass. Carr turns – obviously lining her up for a Head On, but Ariana flips herself over and mule kicks Carr in the nuts! Carr staggers backwards growling in pain. Ariana scurries back in a crabwalk to the corner – she reaches up to the top rope and pulls herself up. She steps on the bottom rope and jumps into a shining wizard! Carr again staggers away and this time ends up on a single knee in the middle of the ring. Ariana ascends the turnbuckles and measures Carr up.
Joey Styles: Something big is on its way!
P.Lickin: Come on Ariana!
Carr feels the tug on the strap and takes it with both hands, Ariana is dazed and despite her usual skill she’s having a problem finding her balance because her arm has been extended so she could get to the top rope. Carr turns and pulls for all he’s worth – Ariana comes flying off the top rope and face first into a running big boot from Carr!
Joey Styles: JESUS CHRIST!
P.Lickin: She’s dead… he just broke her skull. Call the morgue.
Joey Styles: She isn’t moving… we need some help out here, somebody – anybody help!
P.Lickin: SHE IS MOVING!
Joey Styles: Oh thank god!
Carr runs his hands though his hair in disbelief – Ariana spits up a mouthful of blood and glares up at him. Carr kicks her in the ribs and sends her rolling to the end of the strap, he drags her back and stomps on her sternum. From the sounds of her wheezing it seems as if he’s knocked the wind out of her.
P.Lickin: Oh no…
Joey Styles: He’s trying to end her career! Somebody stop this!
P.Lickin: Who in their right mind is going to come down and try to get in Scott Carr’s way right now? Look at him!
Joey Styles: I know. It’s sickening.
Carr takes a handful of Ariana’s hair and pulls her swaying to her feet – he grabs her beneath her arms and throws her up above his head, as she does he catches her in mid air ripping her out of the sky with a jack knife powerbomb and with all his might as he fires her to the ground onto her head and neck!
P.Lickin: OH GOD! He calls that the Carr Jack!
Joey Styles: I call that Too Much!
Carr bends down and grabs a handful of Ariana’s hair and heads for the turnbuckles – he tags the first one and drags her along behind him as he makes his way to the next and he tags it as well, on his way to the third Ariana grabs his hand and begins to kick her feet!
P.Lickin: She’s Alive and Kicking!
Joey Styles: But she’s in the worst place possible for it! Firmly in Carr’s grasp!
Ariana rolls herself up and drives a series of knee shots into the elbow of Carr until he lets her go! Ariana gets up to a vertical base and with pained tears having beaten streams down her face, her hair a mess and her back - mat burned from being dragged around the ring. She glares at her attacker with all the passionate determination she has in her. Carr turns to face her and motions for her to come at him and she does - full force Ariana runs at Carr, he braces himself but for nothing, she rolls between his legs and jumps up to the top rope behind him where she spring boards off and wraps the strap around the back of his neck as she leaps over him and drives his head into the canvas with all of her weight. Carr rebounds up to a knee and then falls face first onto the mat again. Ariana gets to her feet and runs for the turnbuckle, she tags the first and sprints over Carr to tag the next - she runs to the end of her slack and reaches hard, she pulls against Carr's dead weight and tags the third!
P.Lickin: Ariana London is one turnbuckle away from winning this!
Joey Styles: But she is a good four feet out from it! There's no way she can reach it!
Ariana tries and seems to realize she can't - then she turns to face Carr and grabs the strap with both hands. Her veins pop, her muscles strain and her face grows ever more red as she pulls on Carr with every iota of strength she has and he begins to slide across the canvas!
P.Lickin: HOLY SHIT!
Joey Styles: This is incredible! She is pulling Scott Carr!
P.Lickin: He's gotten restless though...
Indeed he has, and he realizes he is being pulled - so he gets up to a knee and grabs the strap, he pulls Ariana in hand over hand but she keeps her footing as the soles of her feet are dragged across the mat. Ariana belts out a guttural noise and Carr's one handed tactics cease to haul her towards him.
Joey Styles: Ariana using every ounce of strength she has here!
P.Lickin: Carr seems less than ammused, but Ariana is giving it her all!
Carr grabs the strap with both hands and heaves Ariana towards himself - Ariana gets caught and tossed into the air for another Hard Shift! Carr takes a handful of her hair and pulls her up to her feet, quickly he wraps the strap around her arms and torso then takes hold of her throat with his massive calloused hand. Carr lifts Ariana as high as he can into the air and raises his knee - he slams Ariana's spine onto it before he drives his heel into the ground - avoiding the possibility that she would or could counter it again, and Ariana takes the vicious move worse than any Man in the history of the Carr Bomb's implementation has. Helpless to defend herself to the extent of being utterly bound, Ariana's body absorbs the impact fully and brutally and though Carr normally tosses the opponents to the ground this time he takes no chances and puts Ariana up over his shoulder.
Joey Styles: Good lord! That was the single most vicious Carr Bomb I have ever seen!
P.Lickin: Ariana took all of that, but Carr is making his way to the corner...
Joey Styles: He tags the first corner...
P.Lickin: She still isn't moving as he heads for the next turnbuckle.
Joey Styles: Carr tags the second corner...
P.Lickin: Ariana couldn't stop him even if she wasn't dangling over his shoulder - he has her tied up still.
Joey Styles: Carr tags the third corner...
P.Lickin: Scott Carr is well on his way to his first Intercontinental title reign... he is mere feet away from his goal.
Carr makes his way to the final turnbuckle and tags it, the bell rings and he tosses Ariana over the top rope down the strap unravels and her body slams into the steel steps below. Carr removes the strap from his wrist as "Sulfur" by Slipknot begins to play through the arena. The referee enters the ring and hands Carr the Intercontinental Title. Carr hoists the title high with one hand and raises the devil horns high-sign with the other. Some fans react in kind, others are aghast at the assault they just witnessed and still others stand and applaud Ariana for her incredible, seemingly impossible efforts.
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As the opening riffs of "Cochise" begin to play over the arena's speakers, Jace Gryphon's logo flashes on the Viking Tron a few times as the intro builds. Once the intro comes full force and leads into the opening verse of the song, green and white pyros explode from the stage as Jace Gryphon walks out onto the stage. In his right hand he holds a lead pipe, and in his left hand, he holds the hand of the VWF's own Hellcat, Kirsta Lewis. Jace is wearing the World Heavyweight Belt around his waist, and both of them have the World Tag-Team Belts over their shoulders. They stand in the ring as Lee and Steven Ryan stand at the top of the ramp, looking ready to fight. They come down to the ring, never taking their eyes off of Jace. As they roll in the ring, then face off with Jace and Kirsta, and the crowd errupts. Suddenly, there is a rumbling backstage. All four wrestlers ignore it, until a loud crash is heard, and out comes a semi-truck, crashing through the VikingTron! It crashes into the side of the ring, collapsing it, as it comes to a stop. Jace and Kirsta are flown out of the ring, and Lee and Steve are down, dazed. The truck... says BCW all over it!
JOEY STYLES: BCW?!?! They can't drive their trucks in here!
P. LICKIN: They just did.
Out from the cab comes... Legion! BCW's Legion has crashed the main event! He climbs on top of cab, flipping the bird to the crowd as they boo loudly. Suddenly, from out of the back, comes Scott Carr! Jace and Kirsta have recovered, and are taking advantage by laying the boots to Lee and Steve. Scott runs down the ramp, and Legion escapes out into the crowd. Scott gets in the remains of the ring, and Jace and Kirsta back off. Scott helps up Lee as he stares down Jace. Scott smiles...
JOEY STYLES: Wait... Scott Carr never smiles...
And hits a capture clothesline on Lee Ryan! He then picks up Steve and hits a Carr Bomb! Jace walks up to Scott, and... they shake hands! Scott Carr has rejoined The Elite! Scott, Jace and Kirsta celebrate in the ring as the camera goes to the back, where Legion watched what happened on a camera... and smiles....
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