Monday, December 21, 2009
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Crucifiction begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 17500 person arena.
When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
Rule Britania!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
While fans reach out as he walks down the aisle, Scott smirks as he keeps well out of their range, patting the belt on his shoulder, while Anthony shoots indignant glares at any fan who would dare reach out for him.
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
The two men ascend the ring steps and enter the ring, basking in the now overwhelming jeers from the sold out crowd. Anthony takes a mic from the ring announcer and walks back over to Scott's side.
Anthony: Please, do be quiet you insignificant peons!
If it were at all possible, the boos got even louder.
Anthony: Show some respect! You are in the presence of the prestigious Britannia Heavyweight champion, a far more worthy title than that one which is supposed to represent the colonies.
Even more boos, with a barely audible chant of "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!" building within. With a smile, Scott took the mic from Anthony.
Scott: Thank-you, you're too kind. Really! After a week in the United Kingdom, where I was treated to a heroes welcome, it's always reassuring that I can come back to such a warm welcome in Chicago! But you can boo all you want, you can throw all the trash you want, but that won't take the smile off of my face and do you know why? It's because of this...
Scott points to the Britannia Heavyweight championship belt in Anthony's hands. Then, he pats the World Tag Team championship belt on his shoulder.
Scott: And this... and the fact that I am teaming up with the World Heavyweight champion tonight to face the team of Dr. Feelgood and Jonny Cedrone, two of the best competitors I have faced in Viking Wrestling Federation. But as good as 2009 has been to me, I am set to have an even better 2010. Whether all of you like it or not, 2010 is going to be Scott DiBiase's year to shine and what better way to get an early start with that than winning the Britannia Heavyweight championship last week? You see, while in America you have womanizers, liars and even redneck idiots declaring themselves the Leader of the Free World, the United Kingdom is home to royalty. As the representative of that royalty here in the VWF, I am going to solidify my standing by not only competing in, but winning the aptly named Royal Rumble and earning my first opportunity to compete for the World Heavyweight championship.
These comments receive a mixed reaction from the crowd, which is unable to decide who they hate more: the current World Heavyweight champion or the man standing in the middle of the ring.
Scott: But before we even get to the Royal Rumble, I've got some business to take care of in regards to Matt Arcara and his Intercontinental championship. I wasn't involved in the decision which saw Mattrick crowned Intercontinental champion and while I have one title on one shoulder and, if Anthony ever gives the belt back to me, I would have one strapped securely around my waist, I have room for another championship on my other shoulder. Few people have been able to achieve such an honour and it has been years since the last such champion, but in 2010 you will see history made once again. You can take that to the bank!
JOEY STYLES: My God, Scott DiBiase has set his sights high, P. Threatening to win ANOTHER championship belt? Almost unheard of!
P. LICKIN: The last Triple Threat Champion was your mom.
JOEY STYLES: P.!
P. LICKIN: Pay attention Joey. While you were yapping, people showed up in the ring!
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LDK, Phoenix and Trippy are all in the ring. The ref is checking them out for foreign objects, when "Mud Shovel" by Staind hits. Zombie Shovelman comes down the ramp, with a large casket covered in dirt. He rolls it up to the side of the ring. Zombie Shovelman then pulls out a small voodoo doll that looks oddly like Tiger Woods, and puts it on top. He starts to dance around it as the bell rings. Phoenix, who's too scared to move, stays hugging the turnbuckle. The lights flicker as LDK turns towards Trippy, who hits a clothesline. LDK goes down as Trippy hits a few kicks to the side. LDK rolls over, and Trippy hits a running baseball slide to the head. LDK falls to his back. Trippy goes up top as Zombie Shovelman is now taking dirt from the top and throwing it around. Trippy comes off, hitting the Chain of Memories! Trippy covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Trippy stands up to celebrate as Zombie Shovelman throws dirt into the ring, hitting Trippy in the face! The coffin rattles and the lid opens, and out comes... Zombie Bob Hope! Bob and Shovelman look at each other as Trippy yells at them that she'll get them for desecrating her face next week....)-)-)
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Joey Styles: What a quick match. Trippy sure has come out to a good start, P.
P. Lickin': I think your mom and I had a better match last night, personally.
Joey Styles: P. Lickin', you're...
P. Lickin': Joey, I think what you're lookin' for is "awesome." No? Maybe it's "drop dead sexy!" That's what your mom says to me all the time. Okay, then what you're really lookin' for is that I'm "the best damn commentator that we have here!" And to that...I cannot argue. I am pretty damn good.
Joey Styles: Will you shut up? I'm listening to the words in my ears.
P. Lickin': It's probably The Viking King or Jonas Allen telling you that you need to step down from the announce booth and let me drive this ship all by myself. Because even THEY can see that I'm the one that keeps this thing going so smoothly.
Joey Styles: No, it has nothing to do with you.
P. Lickin': Then what could possibly be so important that you had to have had someone whisper in your ears? Because I know it's not a girl on the other end, whisperin' sweet nothin's.
Joey Styles: And why not?
P. Lickin': I've seen the girls you go out with. The only time any of your girls whisper any kind of anything in your ear is when you're at the McDonald's drive-thru and they're telling you what they want to eat. Which is kinda ridiculous because they end up ordering the whole menu anyway by the time it's all said and done.
Joey Styles: I hate you.
P. Lickin': Don't be jealous.
Joey Styles: Are you done now? Can I make my announcement?
P. Lickin': I guess, if you have to.
((Styles looks into the camera))
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, I just received word that...Jonny Cedrone's plane just arrived at the Chicago OHare International Airport. I repeat, Jonny Cedrone's plane just landed at the Chicago OHare International Airport.
((P. Lickin' just stares blankly at Styles))
Joey Styles: What?
P. Lickin': That's the big announcement? You had your finger in your ear like some kind of Secret Agent and that's the best you can come up with as a news bulletin?
Joey Styles: That's big news.
P. Lickin': How's that big news?
Joey Styles: He's the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship at the VWF's January pay-per-view, The End.
P. Lickin': Big freakin' whoop-dee-doo! You wanna know what news story would've been worth breaking like that? The arrival of the World Champion, Mr. Fantastic! Now THAT's newsworthy!
If you wanna break in at any time and announce, "'The Golden Haired Gladiator' has now arrived into the building." That's fine! THAT'S newsworthy!
When a match is going on and you get the news, feel free to announce, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have received word that 'The Real MVP' is now taking a crap and has laid a golden turd!" THAT'S newsworthy!
What you just said about a lowly Jonny Cedrone's plane arrival at OHara is nowhere near being newsworthy! He's not even worth being the gum on the bottom of Mr. Fantastic's shoes! He's just lucky that he got the funds to pay off the ref like he did last week.
Joey Styles: Pay off the ref?
P. Lickin': Yeah, he paid off the ref. That was a quick 10 count. And what's the story about all the women he gets? Cedrone just sucks.
Joey Styles: Don't be jealous.
P. Lickin': I hate you.
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll have all the updates on the whereabouts of Jonny Cedrone as they break.
P. Lickin': Bah Humbug.
Joey Styles: We'll be right back.
(The VWF goes to Commerical for Stacker 28)
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Malk and Shovelman are in the ring, and face off for a bit. The two go back and forth very early, but Malk's superior strength, and the fact he has a working circulatory system kicks in, and he begins to dominate. Towards the end, Malk is able to hit a powerslam as the ref looks on. Malk goes for a cover, 1...2... kickout. Malk picks Shovelman up by the head, and hits an uppercut. Shovelman staggers back into the ropes. Malk comes in, but Shovelman uses the ropes to bounce back, hitting Malk with a clothesline that staggers the bigger man. Shovelman goes to the ropes again, hitting another clothesline. This time, Malk falls over. Shovelman goes back to the ropes, and hits a running leg drop. Shovelman covers. The ref counts 1.. kickout. Malk kicks out with authority. Shovelman stands up, argueing with the ref.
JOEY STYLES: If Zombie Shovelman wants to win this, he better focus on Malk.
P. LICKIN: I'm focused on Bob Hope. Why is he talking to that boy scout troop?
Shovelman turns back to Malk and starts to pick him up, but Malk elbows him to the stomach. Shovelman doubles over, and Malk hits a neckbreaker. Malk shakes his head and stands up. Malk picks up Shovelman and throws him to the corner. Malk goes for an avalanche in the corner, but Shovelman sidesteps it, allowing Malk to hit the corner. Malk staggers back as Shovelman goes to the ropes. Shovelman jumps up to the turnbuckle and leaps off, going for a head scissors, but Malk holds on to Shovelman's legs, spins him back around, leaps in the air and htis The Blackout! The crowd gasps as Malk covers. The ref counts
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
NORMAL MATCH
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Malik Logan is in the ring, waiting for Crimson Lightening. "Don't Hate Me" By Nerf Herder hits, then out comes... Santa Crimson? Crimson Lightening, dressed as Santa Claus, comes walking out with a sack over his back and a twinkle in his eye. He's here and ready to wrestle someone not named Do or Die. Crimson jumps in the ring quick as a flash, ready for Malik's hopes to be dashed. As he sits in a chair, right in the ring, Malik wonders "What is in that thing?" Crimson starts to talk:
CRIMSON: Come here, don't gauk. I'm Santa Claus here for you, and presents galore wrapped in red, white and blue!
Malik Logan looks on to say...
MALIK LOGAN: You're the real Santa? That'll be the day.
So Santa Crimson reaches into his pack, and he pulls out a tightly wrapped sack. He hands it to Malik, as the ref rings the bell. Malik says out loud:
MALIK LOGAN: What the hell?
Malik unwraps it as he looks in and sees what is within. The bell rings and the match now begins. It's a box that Malik winds on an arm, he does it with a slight alarm. The top opens up, and a jack in the box pops out, but it has some powder that spills all about. It blinds Malik Logan as he staggers back, and Crimson wacks him with his jolly Santa Sack. The ref waves his hands, wanting to stop, but Crimson pulls out of his bag a big mop. He swings it around, trying to land a blow, but it falls out of his hands, to the crowd and below. Malik Logan rubs his eyes to see, and tackles Crimson much to his glee. Malik unleashes a few lefts and a right, when out of the crowd Malk comes out for this fight. Malik logan picks Crimson up, who's hat is in his face, and hits a few suplexes all over the place. Malik picks Crimson up and rolls him up tight, the small package he hopes will win this tonight. The ref calls out ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" and Malik springs up, happy as can be. He won the match, and even a belt, but before he can celebrate, a tug can be felt. He turns around to see Malk face to face, and Malk hits him as hard as a mace. Malik staggers back into the rope, and Malk grabs him by his yoke. Malk picks him up and hits The Blackout, then shoves a piece of paper to the ref in this route. He covers Malik right there in the ring, and the ref starts to call out and sing. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" is the sound that you hear, and Malk stands up, and takes the belt my dear. He is handed a mic, ready to speak:
MALK: Looks like I just beat this freak! I'm the new champ, sure as can be. Now you know that you can't beat me! I made a deal for a title shot, and here I won it in front of you lot! It's a new perk that I got with my new friend, and we're going to dominate at The End! A champion true, is what I will be, so now hit MY music, I have to go to a party!)-)-)
NORMAL MATCH - Pan Pacific Championship
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The two tag teams fight back and forth, with Lee and Steve showing obvious chemistry in the ring, as they've tagged together much longer than Die or Scotty. Do or Die is able to get the upper hand on Lee, hitting a few well place uppercuts, staggering the ex-VWF Champion. Die hits a knee lift, then goes to the ropes and hits a clothesline. Scotty clammors to get in the ring, tagging himself in. Die looks angry as he steps out and Die goes to grab Lee. Lee surprises him with a fireman's carry into an elbow to the head. Scotty rolls over, and Lee hauls back and hits him with a hard right, then jumps for the tag to Steve. Steve comes in and grabs the smaller Scotty by the back of the neck, and tosses him in the corner. Steve hits a few rights and lefts, then takes a few steps back and hits a running knee. Scotty doubles over, and Steve picks him up and hits a snap powerbomb. Steve covers. The ref counts 1...2.. Die makes the save! The ref drives Die back into his corner as he argues, and Steve picks up Scotty and tags in Lee...
JOEY STYLES: Lee and Steve are looking like a great unit in the ring there, P.
P. LIKCIN: Ha. You said unit.
Lee goes to the top and comes off with an ax-handle drop. Lee covers. The ref counts 1...2.. boot on the ropes. Lee picks up Scotty and hits a snapmare. Lee picks up Scotty and shoots him to the ropes. Lee goes for a clothesline, but Scotty ducks it and goes back to the ropes. Scotty goes for a clothesline of his own, but Lee counters into the All That Experience! Die charges the ring to make the save, but Scotty immediately taps out! Lee and Steve celebrate as Die and Scotty argue on the outside, Die yelling that he had the match in control until Scotty tagged himself in. The show goes to commerical with them argueing...)-)-)
TAG-TEAM MATCH - Shot at the World Tag-Team Championships
((The camera picks up in the parking garage after a commercial break. After a brief moment, a limo pulls up. The fans in attendance begin to cheer a little, thinking that it's their hero, Jonny Cedrone.))
Joey Styles: That can't be!
P. Lickin': That can't be what?
Joey Styles: It just can't be.
P. Lickin': Can't be what Styles?
Joey Styles: No way.
P. Lickin': WILL YOU GET THE DICK OUTTA YOUR MOUTH AND TELL ME WHO YOU THINK THAT IS?!
Joey Styles: You think that might be Ric Flair?
P. Lickin': So you ARE as stupid as you look.
Joey Styles: Why couldn't it be? There's a rumor going around that he's a fan of wrestling.
P. Lickin': Yeah I guess so. He only wrestled for 50 years.
Joey Styles: Ric Flair was one of, if not THE best wrestler to ever live P, you know it.
P. Lickin': Don't get so defensive Joey, I'm not arguing that point at all. Ric Flair set so many standards and has set the bar so high that I don't think anybody can come close to hurdling it. I just don't think he'd come here, to the VWF Arena to watch li'l ol' VWF.
Joey Styles: He could.
P. Lickin': Yeah and your mom COULD be good in bed but we all know THAT's a lie!
((The limo has come to a halt, the driver gets out of his door, walks to the back of the limo and opens the door. Out of it comes Gloria which brings some more cheers from the audience. She stands up with her hair a bit of a mess, and adjusts her dress. With a smile so wide and so painted on, it couldn't get surgically removed, she tries to fix her hair a little with her hand. She moves out of the way a bit and looks back into the car.))
Gloria: What's taking so long? Just cover it up and let's go, you got an arena full of people waiting on you.
((After a moment or two, she moves away some more and out of the car comes Jonny Cedrone much to the delight of the fans as they go completely nuts. He too has a huge grin on his face, his shirt in disarray, and his hair tousled. He talks to the driver as he straightens out his shirt and fastens up his pants.))
Cedrone: Alright Bill, next time I say I want privacy, I expect it.
Bill: Sorry sir.
Cedrone: Meh. You learn anything?
Bill: A little bit. I got it all on camera.
Cedrone: Take it home to Martha and show it to her and she'll want you more than she did at your honeymoon.
Bill: I'll be sure to do that.
Cedrone: That was nothin'. You shoulda seen what we did on the plane. It woulda made pornstars all over the world proud.
((Cedrone shuts the door behind him and walks away from the limo. He runs his hand through his hair to try to fix it a little as well as he and Gloria walk into the arena with huge smiles on their faces. The camera then cuts to the announcers at ringside.))
Styles: Awe, look at that P. They're living in ecstasy.
P. Lickin': After seeing and hearing all that, I wish I was ON ecstasy.
Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to go ahead and have this match, go to commercials and when we come back from commercials, we should be hearing from the number one contender, so stay tuned!
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In this match, Ian Credible, with help from Danny, has been able to dominate the bulk of the match. Using a smattering of wrestling moves and lots of foreign objects, all three wrestlers have been busted open and are bleeding as the match reaches a crescendo. Jonny Kae is down outside as TD Alexander is ascending the ladder to the top. TD Alexander sees Ian coming up to the ladder, so he jumps off attempting The Crown, but Ian counters into a jawbreaker. TD Alexander pops up, dazed. Danny Orchard tosses Ian a chair, which he smashes on TD Alexander's head. It wraps it around his head. Ian looks at the lable on th chair, and it says "Tin Foil Chair." Ian yells for Danny to stop giving him cheap Chinese products.
JOEY STYLES: I've never seen a Tin Foil Chair.
P. LICKIN: How did you know what Ian Credible read in the ring?
Ian tosses it aside as Jonny Kae is now up, and hits Ian in the back with a dropkick. Ian falls into the ropes. Jonny spins him around, kicks him to the midsection and goes for the Kae Bomb, but Danny throws a stun gun at Ian. Ian grabs for it, juggles it a bit, then zaps Jonny right in the head! The shock also hits Ian, as he flies off of Jonny's shoulders and onto the ladder. Danny yells for Ian to climb, when Ian yells back not to tell him what to do. Danny then yells up for Ian to get down, so Ian climbs up, still saying nobody tells him what to do! Ian reaches up for the 2 briefcases, grabbing BOTH of them. The ref calls for the bell.)-)-)
LADDER MATCH - 2 Spots in the MITB Match At The End
JOEY STYLES: Ian Credible won... BOTH spots? Does that mean he had to wrestle twice? Does he twice the chance?
P. LICKIN: It means he needs to use twice the moves.
JOEY STYLES: Really?
P. LICKIN: Yeah. On your mom!
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All three competitors go back and forth for most of the match, with Kirsta regularly thwarting Mick's attempts at climbing the ladder. The match degrades less into climbing the ladder for Mick or Kirsta, but into not allowing anyone ELSE to climb. Kirsta is able to hit a hurcanarana on Payne, throwing him out of the ring and into Mick, who was on the apron. Kirsta begins to climb the ladder now frantically, finally refocusing on the goal of the match. Kirsta climbs up, stopping a moment as she smiles a big toothless grin at the top, finally flipping off the fans as they boo Kirsta reaching the top. Mick slides in the ring quickly now, shoving the ladder out from under Kirsta, who's fingers graze one of the cases as she comes plummeting to the mat.
JOEY STYLES: Kirsta Lewis takes a HARD fall from grace there, P.
P. LICKIN: Don't I know it. And what the heck happened to her teeth?
Mick picks Kirsta up and tosses her out of the ring, yelling about how no good woman is going to beat him. He tosses Kirsta outside the ring, where Dave Payne picks her up and hits a Belly to Belly suplex. Mick rolls outside, and the two men pick Kirsta up and shoot her into the crowd barrier. Dave runs at her, hitting a clothesline that takes her over the top crowd barrier. Mick runs at her as she picks herself up, hitting a diving lariat, sending the two of them into the front rows. Dave sees his chance, and rolls back in the ring. Dave sets the broken ladder back up, which wobbles as he climbs. Mick picks Kirsta up and tosses her back over the crowd barrier. Kirsta crawls with a bleeding nose to the ring apron. Mick picks Kirsta up, setting her on his shoulders as Dave climbs the ladder, and is able to grab one of the brief cases before the ladder collapses under him! Dave falls to the mat holding his case to his chest. Mick picks Kirsta up and hits the Finnegan's Wake on Kirsta, sending her head first into the steel stairs! A sickening thud is heard as the crowd goes "ooo!" at the sound. Mick picks up another ladder, sliding it in the ring. Mick sets up the ladder and begins to climb as Dave rolls outside, content with his shot in hand. Mick reaches up easily and grabs the briefcase, having the ref call for the bell....
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
LADDER MATCH - 2 Spots in the MITB Match At The End
JOEY STYLES: Dave Payne and Mighty Mick are victorious, but... Kirsta Lewis isn't moving.
P. LICKIN: EMTs are placing her on a backboard as we speak, she's out cold. Joey... her career MAY be over tonight.
JOEY STYLES: Such a promising wrestler can't be done tonight P. Whatever she injured here tonight, she should be able to heal up.
P. LICKIN: I don't know. From what happened to Kirsta, it'll be hard to come back from. I don't see how ANY of the doctors that I know of in The VWF or elsewhere will clear her to wrestle again if she's suffered another concussion...
Backstage, Dimitri Sergeyevich is marching in a zig-zagged path towards the ring as his match is next. Behind him, Aleks Pushkin tags along.
Aleks: I not understands why nots team with one of Wolves, Dimitri!
Dimtri: I are nots know either, Aleks; it are travysty-- trevisy-- bah, it are fucking BADS Aleks!
Aleks: Disgrace is it.
Dimtri: Da, comrade...
On their way, they happen across Jason Lee who is apparently discussing match tactics with Dash St. John and are accompanied by Stan the Militant Chicken and his handler, Farmer Joe.
Dimitri: Fuck and Hells, Aleks! Look at size of chicken!
The other men and the giant chicken swing round to look at the Russians simultaneously.
Dimitri: I think it are seen us, comrade.
Aleks: No shits, Dimitri!
Dimtri: Hey Lee Jasons, what are big chickens? Mascot? Ha ha!
He begins to dance around flapping his arms like a chicken while the others glare at him furiously.
Dimitri: "Hey lookings at me, I ams Lee Jasons mascot! I ams chicken-shit bitch just likes Lee Jasons ares! Stay backs, or I are to gets pecker out!"
Dash, Jason and Farmer Joe are speechless as the stare at Sergeyevich. Stan, glaring at Dimitri with his bloodshot eyes, on the other hand...
Stan: Brawk! Buck buck buck, pi-kaw! ("Trix äëÿ ìàëûøåé! Ìîëîêî ìîþ ìîøîíêó!")
Dimitri: Hey, fucks you midget chicken bastard fuck!
Farmer Joe: Whut in tarnashun? Ah reckon thet Ruskie ain't th' sharpess knife in th' drawer.
Dimitri: ... fucks you too! Come, Aleks! Let us leave these American pigs to wallow in their filth... thems and their Zinger burger to-be!
Dimitri storms off with Aleks in tow. Dash and Jason Lee shake their heads and resume their conversation.
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None of these competitors are used to tagging with each other, but Jason Lee is able to command control of the match, being one half of the World Tag-Team Champions. Mid-way through the match however, Arcara is tagged in as Dimitri drunkenly staggers into the correct corner finally. Arcara is a man afire, hitting a clothesline on Lee. Aggression charges the ring, and eats a clothesline of his own. Lee is back up, but goes back down to another clothesline from Arcara. Arcara clotheslines Aggression back down too. Lee is back up, and Aracra shoots him to the ropes, hitting a backbreaker. Arcara goes for the cover, but Aggression makes the save at 1. Aggression hits an elbow drop to the back of Arcara's head, then picks him up and hits a snapmare. Aggression goes to the ropes and comes off, hitting a falldown dropkick. Aggression rolls backwards and hops to the turnbuckle. He comes off, hitting a leg drop on Arcara. Aggression rolls out of the ring as Lee rolls over, draping an arm over Arcara. The ref counts 1..2... kickout!
JOEY STYLES: Arcara won't go down without a fight.
P. LICKIN: That's what she said. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT ALEX!
JOEY STYLES: Who's Alex?
Arcara and Lee are each crawling to their corners to make the tag. They both inch closer as the crowd is on their feet, and Aggression has an outstretched arm, and Dimitri leans out, yelling at Arcara to pass the vodka. Both men make their tags, and Dimitri and Aggression both hit the ring. The two meet in the middle and begin exchanging blows back and forth as the crowd cheers. Dimitri gets the upper hand, and kicks Aggression to the midsection and goes for The Snapshot. Dimitri ducks and grabs the leg, and attempts a cradle suplex, but Aggression elbows out. Aggression goes to the ropes. Dimitri goes for a clothesline, but Aggression ducks. DImitri turns around and Aggression hits The Snapshot! Arcara attempts to charge the ring, but Lee is a step ahead, and hits a flying crossbody, taking Arcara and Lee tumbling outside. Aggression covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" Aggression gets his hand raised as he motions around his waist for the US Belt as The VWF goes to commercial...)-)-)
TAG-TEAM MATCH
The show returns from commercial and the camera pans The Perfect Alliance's locker room, finding not only Scott DiBiase and Jason Lee but Anthony as well, who was proudly carrying Alexia Frost-ho, his prized latex representation of the object of his affection.
Scott: "I can't believe you brought that thing with you."
Anthony: "It would be a crime to leave such perfection behind, sir."
Anthony ran his hand through the doll's long, blonde hair.
Anthony: "I fear she would never forgive me if I were to do so."
Anthony gazed lovingly into the eyes of the doll, absently pulling at the string attached to it's back.
Anthony: "How have you been today, my dear?"
Alexia Frost-ho: "SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RIP YOUR LOWER JAW OFF WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS!"
At the sound of DBR's voice, all three of them stared at the doll in shock.
Scott: "Wasn't that?"
Anthony: "That bloody virus!"
Jason: "You're one sick motherfucker, Anthony."
Anthony shot Jason an evil glare.
Anthony: "You could do with some female companionship, Mr. Lee. It might do well to release some of that tension you've been carrying around. In fact, now that that vile Mr. Carr is out of the picture..."
Scott: "You're not really suggesting?"
Anthony: "Why not, sir? You cannot do better than perfection."
Jason: "Now wait just a minute!"
Anthony decided it was high time to get out of dodge and backed out of the locker room, turning around he ran into Alexia, who promptly shoved him off her.
Alexia: "Hey! Get the fuck off of me buddy! Just because I dress for you assholes to look, doesn't mean you can touch!"
She was still in the purple corset, pleated mini skirt, and black, thigh high, fuck me boots that she'd worn out to the ring earlier. That's when she saw the blow up doll.
Alexia: "What the fuck is that!?"
Alexia pulled at the string and the doll cooed in a sultry tone.
Alexia Frost-ho: "Spank me again, big boy! Harder... harder! Oh... you know how to turn me on."
She raised an eyebrow and looked at him before swiping the doll from him, throwing it down to the ground and stomping on it with her high heel boots, while Anthony winced and gasped with every stomp, but was too transfixed at the sight of the real Alexia to say anything. The doll popped in several places and deflated. Hearing the commotion, Scott and Jason emerged from their locker room and took in the scene playing out in front of them.
Jason: "Bitch."
Alexia gave him a smile that would have frozen Hell over.
Alexia: "Flattery, Jason, gets you no where with me. You're also in my way, so if you boys don't actually have anything you want from me, get out of my way."
The trio watched Alexia walk down the hall, then Jason shook his head and allowed himself the faintest hint of a smile.
Jason: "Well, fuck me sideways..."
Alexia stopped and turned around to look at him.
Alexia: "That can be arranged."
Jason walked up until he was right in Alexia's face.
Jason: "What did you have in mind?"
Alexia: "I'm thinking you, hog tied on the floor with a poll up your ass."
She glanced sideways at Scott before grinning and met Jason's eyes again.
Alexia: "But from what I hear, and from what I see here, that's something you're used to already."
Jason: "Fucking whore!"
Alexia: "Sorry Jason wrong yet again. I'm a slut not a whore. I do it for fun, not for money."
Jason: "That's not what I hear around the locker room!"
Alexia: "Really? Because I could say the same about you."
Jason: "What can I say? I like the ladies."
Alexia: "Oh, so that's what your calling the nads of whoever is paying for you at the time? 'The Ladies'?"
Her eyes were lit up from the fun she was having now. She took a step back so she wasn't so close to Jason's face, and wound up stepping on the now deflated Alexia Frost-ho, catching her heel on the string.
Alexia Frost-ho: "FUCK ALL!"
Alexia's eyes widened at the sound of DRB's voice coming out of a blow up doll in her image.
Alexia: "Oh my fucking god you have got to be kidding me!"
The amused sparkle that was gleaming in her eyes before was replaced by instant anger and annoyance. Her relative good mood now ruined. She was done playing games. She turned to Scott and indicated Jason and Anthony with a nod of her head.
Alexia: "I suggest you cage this beast, and put a leash on your dog over there."
With that she tossed her hair as she turned around and walked away, swaying her hips as she left them behind. Scott and Jason went back into their locker room while Anthony lingered outside, watching Alexia with a smile on his face.
Anthony: "Stay frosty, my dear."
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"Anytime Anywhere" by Gotthard hits as the crowd boos as Matt Arcara steps from behind the curtain with a briefcase in his hand, changed from his match and dressed in a pinstripe suit and his Intercontinental Championship title wrapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring stops a couple of time and glares at the fans for a moment then resumes his walk. He enters the ring and snatches the mic from the ring announcer. His music slowly dies down and stops he drops the suitcase on the mat and looks to at the fans mic raised to his chin. He finally raises it to his mouth.
Matt: You know whats wrong with you people, you all wish you were like me. Successful, rich and dignified Instead of the disgusting lazy, welfare cheque cashing degenerate miscreants you all are.
The fans erupt in boos and Matt just soaks it all in, he picks up the brief case and grins at it for a moment. Before raising the mic to his mouth once more.
Matt: Now to the business at hand cause lets be frank here I don't want to be out here with all of you Chicago ex-jailbirds.
Another rise of boos from the fans on his remark brings out a momentary look of enjoyment to Matt knowing he is getting under the skin of the audience.
Matt: I have in this briefcase something very special, something that has turned the tables on a certain superstar. Before I get to who that is I want to have Do or Die come to the ring we, have a business deal to finish.
“Defy You” by Offspring hits and Do or Die steps froim behind the curtain to a huge ovation from the fans. Scotty Mac appears from behind the curtain as well and heads toward the ring with DoD. The two enter the ring and Matt stares at Dod and points at Mac. DoD’s music cuts and he is handed a mic.
DoD: Now now Matt before we finish this transaction the reason for Scotty out here with me is for one..
DoD gets in Matt’s face.
DoD: I don’t trust you!
Matt rolls his eyes as he looks toward the fans then back at DoD.
DoD: Now to business I am here so where is the merchandise to complete the transaction?
Matt snickers for a bit.
Matt: Ah yes well lets get on with it shall we.
Matt takes a knee and begins to open the briefcase, DoD and Scotty take a step back like they have no idea what to expect from the contents of the briefcase. As Matt opens it he reaches in and pulls out, that of which Dandelion had been searching for; her wooden heart! Matt stands from his kneeing position and raises the heart to show the fans with a ear to ear grin. DoD interrupts his showing off to the fans irated.
DoD: That was not what I paid for!
Matt Arcara: Patience Do or Die, Rome wasn't built within a day.
Matt brings the heart to his eyes, he seems mesmorized, and almost like, he has lost his mind from his expression.
Matt: Let me introduce you two to my new toy, DANDELION!
They both look around and suddenly Dollhouse hits and soon after the doll appears at the entranceway, in some sort of trance. With the Cabo Wabo Championship in her right hand she slowly walks down the ring, enters the ring, and stares at Matt. While he moves the heart in front of her eyes.
Matt: You have been searching for it my dear all week now you have finally found it. Now bow before your new Puppetmaster!
Dandelion is able to shake the trance away and now realizes where she is and WHO has her prized possession. Matt becomes angry at her disobedience and presses a button on the heart, cause extreme pain to her. Dandelion grabs her head and shakes it back and forth. Finally, she succumbs to the pain and takes a knee beside Matt. Matt is all smiles now, While DoD and Scotty look on astonished, but not liking how this is turning out.
Matt: Now you pile of sticks hand me your championship!
Dandelion slowly raised her head toward Matt, very reluctant at his orders. He noticed it, waved the heart once more, and was about to press the same button again on it and she slowly raised the belt from her kneeing position to Matt. He takes the title and glances at it for a minute then looks at DoD.
Matt: Like I promised here is what you paid for.
Scotty finally sees how this has unfolded and just what exactly DoD paid for. DoD takes the tile and smiles as though he actually earned it. Scotty quickly interrupts his celebration.....
Scotty: Now listen here all you.................
Die snatches the mic from him in mid sentence. Scotty looks at Die for a second and you can hear Die telling him, I am the leader of this group, I will be the first to speak. Scotty puts his hands up like, "my bad" and motions to Die to speak.
Die: Now as you seen I had a match this evening to determine the number one contender for the tag belt.
The fans boo and Die stands there looking at them.
Die: You really think I give a rats ass any more if you people accept me or not?
the fans get even louder with the boos.
Die: Now I have went back and talked to management all ready. And they said I can have my choice of partner to go on in the tag division.
Scotty reaches over and raises Die's hand with his as if they have just won gold.
Die: That's right. I believe I form one half of the greatest tag team here in VWF.
Scotty still having Die's hand raised keeps smiling and yelling "That's right" to the fans. All of a sudden Die turns Scotty around and hits the "Last Resort" on Scotty. While Scotty is laid out in obvious pain, Die reaches for the tmic.
Die: *in Scotty's face* Unfortunately for you, it ISN'T you!
Die drops the mic and locks in the "Death Trap" on Scotty as he writhes in pain and is tapping. The refs come out and try to pull Die off and the bell is ringing wildly. Die continues to apply pressure onto Scotty untill Scotty has passed out from the pain.
Joey: Oh my god!!!! Die is trying to break Scotty's back... He may just have done it!!!!
Die lets go of him as the fans are booing. Die gets out to walk back up the ramp as paramedics are loading Scotty onto a gurney. they are laying him on his stomache so not to try and injure his back anymore.
Joey: This is a sad day in VWF. Some one needs to teach Do or Die a lesson. He is really going to hurt some one.
While the paramedics are wheeling Scotty out, from the audience Die jumps off the guard rail and hits Scotty right in the small of the back that he so methodically tried to take apart. Scotty falls off the gurney in serious pain as body guards and security come out and push Die to the back. Matt turns back to Dandelion who still remained in a kneeling position shaking her head in disgust.
Matt: Now as for you Chopstick, stand up.
Dandelion reluctantly stands and now is enraged at Matt just by the sheer look in her eyes toward him.
Matt: The havoc you and me will cause will be unimaginable it should start tonight. Who should I unleash you against so many people on the roster that I hate who have no business being in the same area code as me.
Before Matt can finish his thoughts, a voice is heard over the speakers.
Alexia: "How about me?"
Dope's "You Spin Me Around" blasts the sound system as Alexia walks out from behind the curtain, mic in one hand, and looking ferocious. She is dragging a now unconscious Die by the writs behind her. Cerb is, as usual, by her side as she storms down the ramp towards the ring.], leaving the knocked out Die on the stage, but taking the title belt with her. She ignores the crowd as she jumps onto the apron and leaps over the top rope. Cerb finds his own way in. He goes over to sniff Dande, wondering if she is a toy, while Alexia gets right in Arcara's face.
Alexia: "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
He smiles politely at her.
Matt: "I'm afraid that I don't have the pleasure of knowing what exactly you're talking about, Alexia. Would you enlighten me?"
Alexia: "Listen to me, you tantrum throwing nimrod. I have a title match tonight. Against DANDELION! You have no right to deny that to me."
Matt: "But I am her puppetmaster. I can do whatever it is I want."
The time it took for Alexia's hand to shoot out, slap Matt on the cheek, and return to her side, was roughly half a millisecond.
Alexia: "That's another thing. You have no right to try to control Dandelion. She is her own person, she has her own rights. Playing Puppetmaster is like supporting Bush for office. It is going to backfire on you eventually. And when it does, Karma is going to be there, three fold. And it's going to kick you an ass beating worse than anything you've ever experienced in the ring. Tell me, Matty-boy, do you get off on controlling women?"
Matt: "You bitch! I can't believe you did that! Dande, I want you to rise."
Alexia: "Answer the question Matt."
Dandelion didn't want to rise; she didn't want to listen to Matt. She was fighting it hard, trying to resist him. Alexia simply raised an eyebrow at Matt.
Matt: "I don't have to answer to you!"
Alexia: "Well, that answers my question. You like controlling women, don't you? Well let me tell you something buddy, I play the control game too, and I am better at it than you are."
Matt sees Dandelion fighting the urge to get up and presses the button on her heart. She stands and Alexia fights her own urge to flat out slug him.
Alexia: "If you don't enjoy it so much, then give up the heart."
Matt: "Why the hell would I do that?"
Alexia: "Because people will think that this is the only way a loser like you can get a woman. You know, speaking of losers, I heard about you talking bad about me. Something about me, being passed around at parties? Didn't I tell you that only unoriginal people without a creative bone in their bodies make comments like those? But I guess that just proves my point."
He was getting angry now and he addressed Dandelion.
Matt: "Dandelion, attack her."
She turned to Dandelion.
Alexia: "Dande, don't do it. You need to forget about this heart he has. Your heart isn't something tangible that others can take. If it were, the hearts of all women would be a lot less secure, because they are easily taken. Your heart, your true heart is in your head. Do what YOU! want, don't listen to him!"
He didn't even give Dande a chance to think about it. He just hit the button and Dande dove at Alexia. She was ready for it though, and ducked, flipping the doll up and over her head to the mat behind her. Alexia then maneuvered so she could see them both.
Alexia: "Matt, you're too predictable."
She shoves the title belt she was holding into Dande's arms.
Alexia: "There is your belt back Dande. I want my match. And I want it tonight. I don't care if Dande goes in on her own or under your direction Matt. But I want that match! And, if for some reason, that doesn't happen. I am coming for you. So be ready."
She gets right up in his face again.
Alexia: "You want to put her up against someone on the roster you hate? Put her up against someone who hates you just as much. Against a WOMAN, you have yet to beat yourself. Against someone you just slapped you on national television and proved you were no better then the losers who live in their mother's basements and play World of Warcraft all day because they have no friends. You know the ones I'm talking about. The losers who pretend to date elves because they can't get a REAL woman. Just like YOU! Well, no offence to Dande of course."
She turns to Dande.
Alexia: "I like you. I have high expectations for you. You may not have been made like other women, but you are a woman, and that makes you stronger than ANYTHING. Including a wooden heart you've been brainwashed into believing controls you. You're heart is in your head. Only YOU can allow someone to control it. I expect to see you in the ring."
With that, she drops and rolls out under the bottom rope, Cerb following close behind her. She turns half way up the ramp, and walking backwards; she points to Matt, indicates that she WILL take that belt, and then flips him off. Up on the stage she steps unnecessarily hard on Die as she steps over him and vanishes backstage as The VWF goes to Commercial... )-)-)
NORMAL MATCH - Cabo Wabo Middleweight Championship
The VWF returns from commercial, showing backstage Kyle comes and knocks on the door of Do or Die. Die walks outside.
Die: Yeah.. What do you want?
Kyle: What the hell was that out there just a bit ago?
Die: What???? Did something happen and i miss it?
Kyle: Did something happen?!?!?! Scotty just got rushed to the hospital! By the work of your hands none the less... What was that about?!?!?!
Die: Listen....... It wasn't personal.... It was just business..... And Scotty.... You were not good business..... See i need someone that I can trust.... I need someone I know will watch my back. Someone who stands for the same reasons I do. And I have found it in my new partner and crew member.
Kyle: Well can you tell us who it is?
Die sure... But why not just show you instead?
Die opens up his door and you hear him talking to someone in the room.
Die: Come on out and show yourself as the newest member of the New Bludz...... No... Not you..... You!!!!!
The camera pans out a little bit and Malk walks out from the door. Die puts his arm around him and speaks to the camera.
Die: See, I'm a champion now, and champions only hang out with champions. Which is why Malk and I here are going to take The VWF apart, one wrestler at a time. But when we were talking about it earlier, we just happened to run into an old friend of ours... Bobbie Ann Dallas. And with Malk and Bobbie Ann, it looks like The VWF is now on notice. Cause we're taking over.
Kyle: I...
Bobbie Ann Dallas immediately kicks Bacon in the groin with her cowboy boot. Bacon doubles over, and Bobbie Ann kicks him out the door.
B.A.D.: No boys allowed, Bacon. Only MEN can be with ME.
Die smiles.
Die: This interview is over.
Die throws his water bottle at Bacon, and slams the door as Kyle just shaking his head and motions for the camera to cut through clenched teeth.
((Crucifiction returns from a commercial break. It opens up inside the VWF Arena with the fans all abuzz. Joey Styles is standing in mid-ring with microphone in hand, looking out over the excited crowd and waiting for his cue. He finally looks down at his cue guy, realizes he's on air and startledly begins to talk))
Styles: Oh! Ladies and gentlemen! As we settle in the middle of the Holiday Season, we're reminded of all the good times we have with each other. We're reminded of all the great things that happen during the Holiday Seasons. We're reminded that it is indeed the Season of giving. And it's also the Season of Miracles.
With that being said, I would like to bring out my guest for this evening. "How does that have to tie in to my guest this eving," you ask? Simple, on numerous occasions, this man have fought valiantly for not only the SHOT at being the World Champion, but he's also had beautiful matches FOR the World Championship that only ended up in disappointment.
But now he has the opportunity at the upcoming pay per view, The End to put any doubts that anybody might have in him.
((The fans begin to buzz a little more))
Styles: He's been called "The King of Sexy" by the best woman competitor that's ever lived.
((More cheers are added by the fans))
Styles: He is the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!
((The fans are going nuts))
Styles: He is JONNY CEDRONE!
((The fans finally reach a fever pitch when "Broken, Beaten and Scarred hits the pa system. After a few moments, Jonny Cedrone comes walking through the curtains. Now looking clean and tidy, he still has a big grin on his face as he looks out over the crowd. He shakes his head in disbelief of the fans' love and adulation, then bows down to them. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping some of the outstretched hands of the fans, ascends the steel steps, walks down the apron, and climbs through the ropes. Making his way over to Styles, he stretches out his hand and shakes Styles' hand. The music dies down but the fans begin the chant...JONNY! JONNY! JONNY! JONNY!))
Styles: They love you Jonny!
((The fans erupt again. After a few moments, they finally calm down a little as well.))
Styles: Did you ever think you'd have this much love from the fans?
Cedrone: All I can really say is that I'm not worthy. I'm really not.
((They erupt again))
Styles: Jonny, I don't think I've met anyone more modest than you. I think that's what draws the fans to your personality. You're not the kind of guy who runs around, gloating about the money he makes, or how good he is in the ring, or how many gir...wait a minute.
Cedrone: Ha! Ha! Yeah, I was gonna have to correct you on that one Joey. I'm proud of my women.
Styles: And you should be proud of your abilities in the ring.
Cedrone: I am, it's just that the belief that I have is that you don't have to talk about your skills ALL the time just to get the point across. Let your actions speak for themselves. Actions speak louder than words anyway.
Styles: But one of the great wrestlers that you've always looked up to growing up, Ric Flair, he was infamous for talking about how great he was.
Cedrone: The only difference between Mr. Flair and me is the fact that he was able to back it up all the time. If you've noticed, my reputation isn't all that great.
I'm not going to stand here and try to pretend that I'm the greatest wrestler to ever live because I'm not. I'm far from it. I get my high points in my career but I get knocked right off almost as soon as I reach the top.
Don't get me wrong, it's the nature of the business. Sometimes you got it, sometimes you don't. But Ric Flair had it at ALL times when he was at the top of his game. I'm not there yet. And even if I do get there, who's to say I'll be like Ric Flair anyway? Like I said, you don't have to talk about what you're gonna do. Just do it.
Styles: Jonny, with it being the Holiday Season, do you feel that this time will be THE time?
Cedrone: Joey, all I can say is that I can only hope.
It's been a lifelong dream of mine to some day be the World Heavyweight Champion.
I grew up watchin' wrestlin' religiously Joey. I used to watch some of the all time greats. Men like Bret "Hitman" Hart, Shawn Michaels, Ric Flair, Sting, Hulk Hogan, "Machoman" Randy Savage, The Undertaker, Mr. Perfect, then later The Rock, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, and even Kurt Angle. I didn't really like him a whole lot but nobody can deny his wrestling abilities.
And as I got older, I took an interest into the history of the sport. I got ahold of some old NWA tapes, learned about the best wrestling stable that's ever lived, The Four Horsemen along the way. I've witnessed the brutal feud that Tully Blanchard and Dusty Rhodes had, the long history between Dusty Rhodes and Ric Flair. I even got the opportunity to watch some AWA wrestling with Nick Bockwinkle, Verne Gagne, a young Hulk Hogan, young Midnight Rockers and Curt Hennig. And the more I watched, the more I realized that I was doin nothing more than studying the art that is professional wrestling.
I remember watchin' them tell a story in the ring, getting the fans emotionally behind them and I used to say to myself..."That's what I wanna do. That's what I'm GONNA do. I'm gonna get all the training I need, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get to where those guys are, no ifs ands or buts about it. And this is where I'm at.
((Some cheers from the fans))
Joey, as you know, I've been here for two years. Yeah I've had my share of chances at the Big Time but ultimately failed at those chances that I had. But ya know? This time...this time feels a little bit different. This time...it feels right. I believe that my time has come Joey and with me holding the World Heavyweight Championship, I'll defend it with pride, honor and dignity much like I did with any other Championship I've had so far. I'm gonna make the Wrestling Greats proud of me, and proud to say that I belong on the same list as they do as a great World Champion.
Styles: I know The End is after Christmas, but wouldn't this be a great Christmas gift?
Cedrone: I couldn't ask for a better one Joey. I've been waiting for this for two long, frustrating years and this time...this time, I will not fail.
I know I've been letting myself down with every failed attempt of capturing the World Title, but I feel like I've been letting the fans down as well. So with that, I'm gonna use that as extra motivation to finally grab hold of the Title...
((Cheers from the fans))
...because I deserve it and by God, the fans deserve it even more!
((The fans go nuts and Cedrone applauds them right back))
Styles: But Mr. Fantastic, as you know, is no easy task.
Cedrone: Believe me Joey, Fantastic isn't a pushover by any stretch of the imagination. He's the World Champion for a reason. He's been holdin' ON to the World Championship for so long for a reason. He's quite simply, that good. And for nobody to own a victory over him during his career here is something that can't be ignored.
Styles: Well I beg to differ Jonny, you own a victory over the World Champion now, you're the first one!
((The fans raise their voices once again as Cedrone grins))
Cedrone: Yeah, I might own a count out victory over Fantastic, but to me that's not really a win. It's more of a technicality.
Styles: But it's still a blemish on his win-loss record.
Cedrone: True, but I'm not gonna quit until I turn that blemish into a bruise and take the World Championship away from him.
Styles: Speaking of bruises, the World Championship match will be contested in a Hell in a Cell.
Cedrone: Absolutely Joey. The match was basically made so there would be no interruption on either side. The winner of this match will be the out-right, decisive winner. But just because there won't be any outside interference doesn't mean there won't be questionable outcomes.
Styles: What would make you say such a thing Jonny?
Cedrone: Elementary my dear Joey. The End.
Styles: The name of the pay per view?
Cedrone: It's much more than just a name of the pay per view Joey. No, it runs much deeper than that. Ya see, in that Hell in a Cell, you've got two men going after one goal, the World Heavyweight Championship. He's gonna try to defend his Championship and keeping his reign of tyranny FROM coming to an abrupt end. Whereas, I'm going to be there, trying to wrestle away his pride and joy and put his reign of tyranny TO an end. Either way ya look at it, the end is also another common goal.
But Joey, allow me to say this in closing. No matter how much we say we hate each other's guts from three weeks ago to the rest of our lives, there is no denying the respect we have for one another. At least, I'm able to speak on my own behalf, Fantastic. You are a fantastic wrestler.
Was the pun intended or was it not? Make your own judgement.
I have watched you wrestle match after match after match and I admit, you're one of the all time greatest wrestlers to ever grace a VWF ring. But in a few weeks, at The End, respect goes flying out the windows. We both want the same thing, and if either of us stand here and say that we WON'T do whatever it takes to get to that goal, then that person is lying through his teeth. I've played dirty before, I ain't afraid to do it again. By any means necessary my friend.
But win, lose or draw, I know that the two of us will put on a Match of the Year quality match and there won't be a single fan going home not entertained. Not one. But I'm dedicating this match to the fans!
((POP))
I dedicate the match to the fans because they've been so dedicated to me through the past couple years. I love each and every one of you and together, we can walk through Hellfire and Brimstone, fight in the deepest, hottest corners of Hell and together, we'll come out on top! So what'd ya say? Are you with me?!
((The fans go nuts))
There ya have it Joey! The fans and are on a mention and we're not gonna stop 'til that World Title is around my waist. Fantastic, get ta thinkin' about it now and get real used to it because at The End, it will be YOU end.
Style: Thank you very much Jonny. Folks! We'll be right back.
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All four men, seasoned veterans all, fight back and forth for most of the match, with only momentary lapses of advantage had by any one man, before a tag partner or opponent tips the scales the other way. With Fantastic and Feelgood in the ring we see Fantastic get a full nelson slam on Feelgood and go for a cover. The ref counts 1...2.. kickout. Fantastic picks Feelgood up by the hair and tags in DiBiase. Fantastic holds Feelgood as DiBiase hits a kick to the midsection and takes over. DiBiase hits a neckbreaker, then hits a knee drop. DiBiase stalks around Feelgood as the crowd boos, hitting another knee drop, and another. The Britannia Heavyweight Champion mugs for the crowd, smiling from ear to ear. DiBiase leans over to pick up Feelgood, who reaches up and rolls DiBiase up with a small package. The ref counts as the crowd cheers 1...2.., kickout!
JOEY STYLES: Scott was nearly taken by surprise there!
P. LICKIN: You read ahead, you jerk!
DiBiase nearly taken by surprise, kicks out and rolls to his feet. Feelgood pulls himself up, and DiBiase hits a knee lift, taking the legend back off his feet. DiBiase goes to the ropes and comes off, looking for a big leg drop but Feelgood rolls out of the way, and DiBiase hits the mat hard. DiBiase, holding his back, comes to his feet as Feelgood is up and hits The Defibulator! Both men are down as the ref starts his count. 1....2....3....4....5....6.... Feelgood stirs, crawling over to Cedrone's corner. 7...8.... DiBiase shakes his head, and reaches up, tagging in Fantastic. Fantastic comes in, and grabs Feelgood's boot. He tries to pull Feelgood back, but Feelgood is able to get the tag. Fantastic goes for a capture clothesline, but Feelgood ducks and hits a fallaway neckbreaker. Cedrone goes up top and comes off, hitting the Rolling Neck Snap on DiBiase as he gets up. The timekeeper say something to the ref, who nods. Cedrone gets up, and DiBiase rolls out of the ring. Cedrone turns around as Fantastic is up and also turns around, and the two men are face to face. They both stare at the other as the crowd cheers, as this is the first time both men have been in the ring together all night. They both reach back a big right, but the ref gets in between and yells for the bell. The ring announcer is on the mic "The winners, are nobody, as this match has ended via a Time Limit Draw!" The crowd boos as Cedrone and Fantastic look back at each other, and Fantastic hits a quick sucker punch, knocking Cedrone off his feet. Fantastic quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs the World Title, as Cedrone stands back up, rubbing his jaw. Feelgood and Cedrone stand in the ring, trash talking back to Fantastic at the bottom of the ramp with DiBiase as Crucifiction goes off the air! )-)-)
TAG-TEAM MATCH