Monday, January 4, 2010
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.
As the lights go dim, only a few blue spotlights shine down upon the entrance. After a few moments quietness, a loud explosion, followed by a pyro fireball explodes from the stage area. Pyro/fireworks then shoot skywards from the stage area as it covers the whole entrance area. "Anytime Anywhere" by Gotthard then hits the arena as the bright pyro's/firework's clears the entrance area somewhat to reveal an outline of a male silhouette. Suddenly, that male silhouette steps through the remaining pyro, revealing Matt Arcara wearing a custom made grey suit and his Intercontinental title belt around his waist with a look of sheer arrogance upon his face. In his hand is a back pack being kind of nonchalantly brought along for the ride so to speak.
The fans then let out loud boos upon the sight of Arcara which doesn't really phase "The Living Legend", and Matt makes his way down towards the ring as the fans still boo. Matt periodically stops and gives the fans a look of disdain. Once at ringside, Matt heads towards the ringsteps and clambers up them before walking along the ring apron before leaning back first against the ropes and looking at the fans.
Matt shakes his head before flipping off the audience before stepping through the ropes and into the ring and turning around. the fans continue their hatred towards the American as Matt extends his arms into a wing like state before the IC champ walks over to the ropes and demands a microphone which he is duly obliged with before he walks back to the center of the ring as his music slowly fades away.
P. Lickin - About time we have some class here.
Joey Styles - Yes and we know that Matt Arcara is (sarcastically) full of it.
The fans continue their booing as Matt just stares around the audience shaking his head.
Matt Arcara - Keep it up, do you honestly think I care if a bunch of illiterate cretins boo me?
Those remarks just make the Chicago fans boo more.
Matt Arcara - Now last week I was forced to team up with some Neanderthal drunken plebeian and it cost us the match against two nobodies, two people who on their best day are not talented enough to clean out my toilet. But whilst Dimitri was sipping his vodka or whatever he pours down his throat before our match, I was out making a business deal.
Joey Styles - A Business deal?
P. Lickin - Quiet plebeian, can’t you see greatness is talking.
Matt Arcara - You see, you may notice our next pay-per-view is fittingly entitled “The End”. That is exactly what will be happening to my opponent, my overrated opponent at The End. I am talking to that titbag on legs, Alexia. Maybe her daddy shouldn’t have let her chosen husband lengthen the chain from the stove to make her think she can wrestle without playing “whose on top” with the management.
A few faint chants of Alexia emerges from the crowd which obviously shows their hatred for Matt Arcara.
Matt Arcara - I know Alexia always talks about the higher ups and how they don’t like her and vice versa but that is all she does, is talk….and suck. Myself however have been given the hand of screw jobs numerous times, my lawyer found that out as a fact. So the business deal I made was a match with Alexia at The End. It wasn’t officially announced until after Crucifixion a few weeks ago but the deal was done because Alexia is an embarrassment to this business just like SHE is…..
Suddenly Matt reaches into his back pack and pulls out Dandelion’s wooden heart before tossing the back pack down onto the canvas. A press of the button and…
Dollhouse by Switchblade Symphony comes on after a few seconds of the song playing the stage opens up and a wooden shelf looking chair appears from under the stage.
Matt Arcara - STOP IT! STOP IT I SAY! CUT THE MUSIC!
The music stops as Matt looks irate.
Matt Arcara - There will be no music, you are a puppet Dandelion, a mere wooden child’s toy who need’s a puppet master, I am the puppet master. I have your controlling device, you do as I say, puppet’s have no entrance music you are just here for my purpose only, to serve me.
Dandelion wants to resist this control Matt has over here so much but what can she do? He has her heart, the very item that controls her. So Dandelion is quickly seen sitting on the shelf slouched over to the right. As the shelf stops rising a few seconds after the shelf has stopped Dandelion wakes up and slowly stands up from her seating position and looks at the ring for a second before slowly hobbling down the rampway. Her head tilted to the right on her way there. She reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope and continues to roll in the ring until she reaches the furthest corner and sits in the corner slouched over it, with her head resting on the bottom rope.
Matt Arcara - Come here.
Dandelion although not wanting to give in to Matt’s commands has no other choice and slowly hobbles over to Matt who raises the heart making Dandelion drop to her knees.
Matt Arcara - You see Alexia, just like Dandelion here, you are weak and don’t belong in this company. Last week I allowed you to walk out of the ring because I don’t want you making any excuses when I dismantle you at The End. I could have tore you apart there and then but what fun would that have been?
Pacing around the ring somewhat Matt continues.
Matt Arcara - Take a look at what you will become, you will become my servant just like Dandelion. You want to tell me I like to have a hold over women? You shouldn’t have any problem in that department since you stopped being one of those a long time ago. Now look at my puppet.
Matt points to Dandelion who is staring into the crowd for some reason.
Matt Arcara - What? DANDELION, WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? WHY ARE YOU NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO ME?
Joey Styles - OH MY GOD, do you see what I think I see? Is that…is that Jason Blade sitting at ringside?
P. Lickin - Where?
Joey Styles - Right over there where Dandy is staring.
P. Lickin - I can’t see him.
Joey Styles - He…he was right there.
P. Lickin - Have you had a psychological evaluation yet?
Back inside the ring Dandelion slowly raises an arm and points to the front row of the fans. Matt looks but only sees regular Chicago-ites.
Matt Arcara - What are you playing at? All I see is parasitic criminals yelling incessant nonsense.
Dandelion looks around the front row from her vantage point but cannot see what she was sure she saw.
Matt Arcara - I’ve had it with you tonight you bumbling piece of firewood. Come on, back to the closet for you.
Matt grabs the arm of Dandelion and practically drags her out of the ring and up the ramp backstage.
JOEY STYLES: Matt Arcara seems to be in control of everything! His title, his rival, and his destiny!
P. LICKIN: He still has to face off with Alexia at The End though. Lucky bastard.
JOEY STYLES: He won't feel too lucky when she's pinning him for a three count!
P. LICKIN: Hell, she can pin me for four, five, or sex counts! Wakka wakka!
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Jørg and Tazz are both hard headed individuals, and neither give up in this surprisingly long opening bout. Jørg is able to take over with the size advantage, reversing a German suplex into a bulldog. Jørg picks Tazz up by the head and hits a snapmare, then goes to the ropes and hits a running boot to the head. Jørg covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout.
Joey Styles: I don't know how Tazz is able to kick out of that.
P. Lickin: I've kicked worse broads out of my bed.
Joey Styles: That doesn't make a lick of sense.
Jørg picks up Tazz and throws him in the corner. Jørg unleashes a few rights, then climbs up, and hits some more mounted punches. Tazz finally shoves him off, hitting a powerbomb that takes both men down to the mat. Tazz is able to clear the cobwebs, and is first to his feet. Jørg rolls over to his knees, and Tazz runs up and locks in the Tazzmission! Jørg powers up to his feet, and falls backwards into the turnbuckle, smashing Tazz and causing him to break the hold. Jørg runs to the ropes and quickly hits the Gungnir! Jørg motions his thumb over his throat, and picks Tazz up. Jørg picks Tazz up way into the air, and comes down, hitting the Mjölnir! Jørg covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
Jørg "Blodtann" Trollhammer Vs. Tazz
The scene fades to the backstage as the cisco KID is walking towards the ring to make his first appearance in the VWF since his uncharacteristic silent Hall of Fame induction ceremony
P. LICKIN: My God, What in the hell is the cisco KID doing here?!
(The VWF returns from Commercial...)
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Alexia comes out, as the Hardcore Soda Machine is rolled into the ring. The bell rings, and Alexia goes over to push the Hardcore Soda Machine over. However, it doesn't move. Alexia tries again, and again it doesn't move. Alexia rolls out of the ring and grabs a bag. She slides the bag in the ring and follows. The ref and the crowd look confused. She reaches in it, and pulls out... a gernade! She pulls the pin and tosses it at the Hardcore Soda Machine. The gernade explodes, knocking it over on it's back. Alexia sits on it as the ref counts
".1 ..2 ...3!!!"
Joey Styles: That is the most unorthodox victory I've ever seen.
Alexia's hand is raised. She turns around to look back at the Hardcore Sodas Machine, but... it's gone? Only a trail of sticky sweet soda is seen on the floor...)-)-)
JOEY STYLES: Do you really not pay any attention to the schedule at all.
P. LICKIN: Nope!
JOEY STYLES: Pay no attention to him ladies and gentlemen he on Viagra again and all the blood has left his brains again, Later on tonight VWF Legend and 2009 Hall of Fame inductee the cisco KID will be giving you the fans an exclusive interview!
P. LICKIN: I believe the expression WHOOPI FUCKING DOO! are in order!
(The VWF goes to Commercial...)
(The VWF returns from Commercial...)
As Crusifiction comes back from commercial break, Kyle Bacon is seen sitting in the ring next to the newest VWF Superstar, Dreads.
Kyle: Well, Dreads, first of all let me be the first to welcome you to the VWF.
Dreads: Thank you, Kyle. I'm very happy to be here.
Kyle: So, tell us a little about yourself.
Dreads: Okay, Well, I first started wrestling when i was about 12 years old, in Middle School, and I never really stopped. Grades weren't good enough for college, So I went to Pro Wrestling School. 1 1/2 later i'm signed with VWF, and here I am.
Kyle: I think you might be something special.
Dreads: I think you're right.
Kyle: We'll just have to wait and see. Back to the ring and our next matchup...
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Zombie Shovelman and Zombie Bob Hope are in the ring, waiting as Trippy comes out to the top of the ramp...
TRIPPY: Ok Zombies. You two have got to be the wierdest and most disgusting tag team in The VWF today, and if you REALLY thought I was going to come alone, you're DEAD wrong. I honestly didn't quite know who I was going to find to help me take you two meatheads out, but then, my knight in shining armor arrived. I am proud to announce... my tag-team partner of "Wild Tripp," my lover... Ace Andrews!
From the back comes the injured Ace Andrews, who has been medically cleared to wrestle once more. The pair walk with big smiles on their faces as Shovelman goes to his corner, leaving Zombie Bob Hope alone. Ace Andrews comes out to start. Zombie Bob Hope attempts to calm Ace down with a joke, but it doesn't work, as Ace Andrews kicks the old man to the midsection and hits The Flop! Zombie Bob Hope is out cold as Ace Andrews puts a foot on his chest for the cover. Zombie Shovelman, shocked, just shakes his head as the ref counts
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
Joey Styles: Well fans the moment that P. here has been dreading the interview with the cisco KID!
P. Lickin': I think there is a beer in the back calling out for me.
Joey Styles: P. Lickin', you're...
P. Lickin' stands up and takes off his headphones as the cisco KID makes his way down the ramp to a rather respectable cheer from the crowd. As cisco makes his way down he sees P. pausing on the far side of the ring waiting for cisco to makes his. cisco stops and smiles, he looks around the crowd and nods, he starts to walk to the same side of P. who starts to work his way to the other side, which cisco starts to move that way too, the crowd cheers as P. sees is and makes his way back to the other side of the ring.
Joey Styles: Looks as if the cisco KID is playing a little cat and mouse with P.
cisco tires with P. and makes his way to the announcer’s booth and shakes Joey Styles hand and grabs a microphone before rolling into the ring. He raises his arms up in the air to the cheer of the crowd…
cisco KID: It's probably a surprise to a lot of you that the cisco KID is here, well to be honest to you the cisco KID is a little surprised to be out here right now himself. This ring here that the cisco KID stands on has been home and hell for the past ten years. Blood has been shed here, a few of it belonging to the cisco KID. A while back the cisco KID lost the desire to entertain, to wrestle, to be well me. I decided to be my birth name, Juan Pacheco… it was not right. I was not right, professionally or personally, now the cisco KID knows that every day that he is out in public he is supposed to be the cisco KID, but I wasn’t in it. You the fans saw it, you knew it, and the wrestlers in the back saw it both friends and foes. Somehow in that funk the cisco KID stepped up and beat Stan for another reign as the VWF World Heavyweight Champion. History tells us that Jace beat the cisco KID for the title and no disrespect to his memory but that was not the cisco KID. When I lost that title… well plain and simple that day the cisco KID crawled up into a cave and hid. Yeah, cisco was here but I was not, so I asked for my release from the powers that be and walked away, not that anyone noticed, which brings the cisco KID to you today. You see years ago the cisco KID decided to make a goal for himself years ago so that I could be inducted into the Hall of Fame as the man who won all the titles, but for some reason I still made it? So the cisco KID feels as if he did not hold up his end of the bargain and that he owes it to everyone out there to be a man of his words. That’s right boys and girls in the back the cisco KID is back! And not only is he back but the cisco KID has a bunch of targets in front of him… they are called the Intercontinental, the United States, and the Pan Pacific Champions. So enjoy your times with those titles boys and girls because one way or another they are going to be mine
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The match starts out with Crimson Lightening dominating between the two wrestlers, easily handling them both. It finishes out with TD Alexander breaking a sleeper hold from Crimson with a few elbows. Crimson staggers back, and Nobody tries to schoolboy him. Crimson rolls through it and hits a leg drop to the midsection of Nobody. TD Alexander charges, and Crimson hops up, hitting the Crimson Cutter! Nobody is still down, and Crimson grabs the legs, locking in the Most Painful Submission Move Ever! Nobody almost taps out, but is able to get a boot on the ropes.
Joey Styles: Nobody is able to get a boot on the ropes!
P. Lickin: What are you talking about? He did get a boot on the ropes.
Joey Styles: Yes, he did.
P. Lickin: So... we agree then.
Joey Styles: Yes. Nobody broke up the count.
P. Lickin: .... I hate you.
Crimson argues with the ref as TD Alexander comes back in. Crimson sees him out of the corner of his eye and hits a superkick, taking him back down. Crimson goes up top to the top turnbuckle, pointing at the still prone Nobody. Crimson comes off, hitting the High Feaver! Crimson covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
(The VWF goes to Commercial...)
(The VWF returns from Commercial...)
Backstage Kyle Bacon is standing ready to interview Ace Andrews and Trippy. Trippy is hanging onto Ace's arm with both hands, excited as she can possibly get. She can't stop smiling, and neither can Ace.
Kyle Bacon: "Kyle Bacon here with Ace and Trippy. Trippy, what went through your head when you heard Ace's music tonight?"
She giggled before answering him.
Trippy: "Well Kyle, I wasn't sure who I was supposed to tag with, so I am so excited to know that it's Ace. I haven't seen him in like two months. I've missed him so much. He came out here about two weeks sooner than he told me he'd be, just to surprise me."
Kyle Bacon: "That's really great. Ace, have you had this planned long, or was this spur of the moment?"
Ace: "Spur of the moment Kyle. I saw Trippy wrestle last week, and realized that I should be here by her side, not stuck in a board room in California. So I called up B and asked him to set this up."
Kyle Bacon: "Board room? Is this why you were gone for so long?"
Ace: "Pretty Much. Some of the more senior members of my board decided to try and usurp my company from under my nose. I had to go and do a lot of wrangling and business maneuvering to put them in their place. In the end, they lost, and I still remain CEO of Wildcardz Enterprises."
Trippy pouted.
Trippy: "I am still waiting for that head on a silver platter!"
Kyle looks a little bit unnerved but moves on.
Kyle Bacon: "Now you two have a daughter, right? Where is she tonight?"
Ace: "She's being looked after my a very close friend of mine. I thought that if I asked Lexi to look after Alessa for our match, it would get back to Trippy, so I left Alessa with Lemmy instead."
Trippy laughed.
Trippy: "No, she'd be too excited at seeing her. But um..honey. Where are Lemmy and Skye?"
Ace: "Waiting for us in my locker room. You didn't think I'd leave Alessa too far away did you?"
Trippy: "No, but I also knew you didn't have a key to the house yet either. Is willow here too? You know you can't leave her alone in Cali!"
Ace: ""Of course. I left her in the yard at the house."
Trippy: "You didn't! Ace why didn't you bring her with!?"
Kyle decided to step in before things turned nasty.
Kyle Bacon: "Mr. Andrews, now that you are back, and with your lovely lady, what are your plans. Do you plan on tagging with her, or going solo or what did you have in mind?"
Ace: "I'm not sure yet Kyle. I'd obviously like my United States title back, but in all honesty the thought of winning Tag Gold with Trippy does seem like a great idea. In the end, we'll have to talk about it and choose then."
Kyle Bacon: "Are you happier to be back here, or with the lovely Trippy?"
Trippy shoots Bacon an evil look as if to say how dare he ask such a question.
Ace: "Trippy of course. The VWF is good, and I missed it, but thats nothing compared to just how much I missed Trippy."
Kyle Bacon: "That's great to hear. So tell me, do you two plan on getting married any time soon? Will VWF be having a wedding within the next couple of months?"
Trippy went bright red at this question, she got annoyed hearing this question.
Trippy: "Kyle, Ace and I are happy just the way we are. Marriage is a large label. I'm happy with the way things are, and I'm pretty sure Ace is too. Right honey?"
Ace: "Yes sweetie. Marriage isn't something we're concerned with right now Kyle. We're both happy with the way our lives are. We've got Alessa, we've got Willow, we've got a new house, and now we're both just looking to focus on our careers, and we'll worry about marriage down the road."
Trippy: "Besides, we own enough thing together already, and we've lived together almost long enough. You might as well consider us to be in a common law marriage as it is."
Kyle: "Right. Well, I'm happy to see the two of you happy, and Ace back here and wrestling again. I hope you guys enjoy your night."
Trippy: "Thank you Kyle. You have a good night too!"
Ace: "Now, what say we go see Alessa sweetie?"
Trippy: "Yes, I want to see her very badly."
He kissed her on the head as they turned to go, walking off camera.
Kyle Bacon: "There you have it folks. Ace is back, and he and Trippy and looking like they're going to be celebrating a good deal, both in and out of the ring!"
The tron goes black as the camera switches over to P.Lickin and Joey styles.
Joey Styles: "It's good to see Ace back. And Trippy looks pretty happy."
P. Licking: "Yeah. Well I could make her pretty happy do. She's the hotted MILF I've ever seen! She should be celebrating with me instead!"
Joey Styles: "You'll have to get through Ace first, I would think."
P. Lickin: "I'll just use you as a human shield."
Joey Styles *ignoring P.Lickin* : "Stay turned for our next match, folks! It's bound to be a good one!"
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The match starts off with Feelgood and Jekyl argueing over which can of Spam to keep at ringside. DiBiase capitolizes, and is able to hit Jekyl from behind with a low blow, and manages to dominate the match after that, hitting various suplexes, but can only get a two count out of each move, much to his chagrin. DiBiase this time starts to argue with the ref, allowing Jekyl to roll over and crawl to the corner. Feelgood opens a can of Spam and gives a spoonful to Jekyl, who's eyes light up. He kips up as DiBiase turns around.
P. Lickin: What the hell just happened?
Jekyl hops around. DiBiase comes at him, and swings a right. Jekyl ducks. DiBiase swings a left. Jekyl ducks. DiBiase charges, but Jekyl does a backflip over DiBiase. DiBiase hesitates for a moment and Jekyl hits the Spam Opener! Jekyl covers. The ref counts 1...2... kickout! Jekyl gets up and does a cartwheel into the corner turnbuckle, then climbs up. Jason Lee now starts to yell at Feelgood, and the two get in an arguement. Jekyl jumps off, hitting the Fall From Sanity on Jason Lee! Jekyl gets up, holding his arm as it looks like he tweaked it when he fell. The ref gets on the apron, yelling at Feelgood to get back as Jekyl smiles as he rolls in the ring, right into a shot in the head with the Britannia Heavyweight Belt from DiBiase! Jekyl goes down as DiBiase slides it out of the ring and covers. The ref turns around and makes the count
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" DiBiase has his hand raised, when all of the sudden the music stops, and out comes VWF President Jonas Allen...
JONAS: I saw that Scott. And if you think you'll get away with that on MY watch anymore, you're done. Not after what I heard about you in the back. And at The End, I'm going to expose you once and for all! Ref, reverse that decision!
DiBiase stands, shocked at this turn of events, yelling "We had a deal!" to Jonas as the ref reverses the match, DQing DiBiase...)-)-)
Scott DiBiase (c)(c) w/ Jason Lee (c) Vs. Dr. Jekyl w/ Dr. Feelgood
((After yet another fantastic wrestling match in the VWF, the fans are all abuzz with excitement. But their excitement turns to unadulterated exhilaration as "Broken, Beaten and Scarred" pounds through the pa system sending the fans into a huge uproar. After a moment, they get even louder as Jonny Cedrone comes walking through the curtains dressed in his street clothes. He's all grins as he sucks in all the adulation from the fans before walking down the ramp. Along his way to the ring, Cedrone stops and slaps some of the outstretched hands of the fans and reaches into the audience and kisses a couple girls...the hot ones of course. He continues his way down to the ring, makes his way up the steel steps, stopping at the top to look out at the crowd once more then continues his way onto the apron. He stops mid-way, and wipes his feet before climbing through the ropes. Cedrone makes his way over to the other side of the ring and ask the time keeper for the mic. His music fades away but the fans are still going crazy. After a few moments of sharing his love with the fans with a few blown kisses and a bow here and there, Cedrone begins to speak.))
Cedrone: At the last Crucifiction that we saw each other, it was an old year under old scenarios. Now that it's 2010, it's a brand new year, with brand new horizons!
((The fans cheer))
Cedrone: But also at the last Crucifiction, it was Dr. Feelgood and I facin' off against Scott DiBiase and Mr. Fantastic in what many consider to quite possibly be the match of the year in not only the VWF last year but in the entire wrestling world!
((POP))
Cedrone: If that match gives any kind of inkling of what this year's gonna be about, then you the fans are in for a treat!
((POP))
Cedrone: Alright enough about all that, let's talk a little bit about what's been going down and what's GONNA go down in the career of Jonny Cedrone.
As you know, unless you've been living under a rock, there's this mysterious masked man who's runnin' around, trying to make my life miserable. The identity of this masked man has yet been revealed but I've got my own detective working on the case and I whole heartedly believe that he will not rest until he solves the riddle because he's determined, and he's a hard worker and because I gave him a lot of money.
But until the mystery's solved, I still gotta contend with this headache. And how does one contend with such a looming creature? He keeps his mind and his eyes on the prize and that prize...is the World Heavyweight Championship.
((POP))
Cedrone: The very same World Championship that has been worn by great men, great Legends as The Viking King, Dr. Feelgood, Dr. Jekyl, Curt Evans, Cisco Kid, The Vox, Caretaker, The Rick, "All That" Lee Ryan, Creed, King Stan, Jace Gryphon and like it or not Mr. Fantastic.
((Boos from the crowd towards the last name))
Cedrone: I know, I know. I didn't like to say it any more than you liked to hear it, but with him having the longest World Title reign in the history of the World Championship is something that can't be ignored. You cannot deny true talent when you see it and when I look at Fantastic, there is true talent.
But the fact of the matter is this...I've been here in the VWF for a little over two years now and there's only been one Championship that's been eluding me. I've been Intercontinental Champion, Britannia Champion, Eurocontinental Champion, United States Champion. I've won each and every Championship that's been put out in front of me...except the World Championship. I've failed on numerous occasions to get the job done. BUT...but this time it's gonna be different.
Now I don't know who sent me the bogus memo about this match at The End being a Hell in a Cell but evidently, I've been so wrong every time I've talked to anybody. It's not a Cell match it's a Falls Count Anywhere match, but the match stipulation means nothing to me. I'll eat green eggs 'n' ham in a box or I'll eat green eggs 'n' ham with a fox. I'll eat green eggs 'n' ham in a boat or I'll eat green eggs 'n' ham with a goat. It doesn't matter to me. This is one match; this is one opportunity that I will not slide by me. This time I WILL win the World Championship and I will forever etch my name in the stars of the VWF as a World Champion. Will I make that list of Legendary World Champions? I don't know. I would like to think so, but that's yet to be proven. I just know that...
“Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva erupts out from the speakers, cutting Cedrone off mid-sentence ; 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 with an air of absolute confidence stares out at the gathered masses; soaking in the animosity his presence has generated. Draped arrogantly over his shoulder, the cacophony of lights shine off the VWF World Heavyweight Championship belt. With a look of superiority he brings a microphone to his lips and begins to address his future opponent.
Mr Fantastic: I can answer that one for you Jonny; no. No you won’t have your name added to the list of Legendary World Champions. And do you know why?
Cedrone just stares up at the interloper; anger clouding his expression.
Mr Fantastic: I’ll take your silence to mean that you don’t; well, I guess I’ll just have to enlighten you then. You won’t have your name added to the list of World Champions, because you aren’t going to become World Champion; at least not while the belt is mine. And let’s be honest with each other Jonny; far better men then you have tried to take it away from me and as you can see; it’s still mine.
((Boos from the crowd echo around the arena))
Mr Fantastic: There’s a reason why I am the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in VWF history; it’s because I am the very best in the business. Not the best of the VWF, not even the best of the moment; I am the very best that this industry has ever seen. Period. So ask yourself Jonny, honestly, do you really have a chance of being the David to my Goliath? The answer is a painfully loud and resounding no! Nobody cares that you’ve held almost every title that the VWF has had to offer. Nobody cares that you’re the self proclaimed ‘King of Sexy’. And believe me when I tell you, nobody even cares that you’re in the main event at The End. They only care about being entertained and that’s what I’m all about. That’s why the people flock to the movies to see my films. That’s why the people shell out their hard earned dollars to buy my merchandise. And most importantly why the people will be congregating in Hawaii next week; to see me, yours truly, Mr Fantastic.
((The boos begin to get even louder))
Mr Fantastic: Oh I’m sure that the odd fan will be there to support you; after all, every village needs an idiot. But the real reason is because they want to see me do what I do best; entertain the masses while I single-handedly give somebody the greatest beating of their career. And this time you just happen to be the unlucky winner. You don’t have to worry about letting this opportunity slide past you Jonny; because this isn’t an opportunity; it’s a one man avalanche and it’s coming straight at you. And when the dust is settled, when the rubble has been shifted and when the masses fall into stunned silence; you’ll finally realise that your ‘opportunity’ hasn’t slid by you; it’s been driven through you. And that Jonny is simply, fantastic!
((The fans continue to bath the entrance stage in their hatred for the World Champion))
Mr Fantastic: One last thing before I go Jonny, call it a free piece of advise; never leave your back unguarded!
As if on cue, the Masked Man jumps the ringside barrier carrying a steel chair, slides into the ring behind Cedrone and waffles the number one contender around the head. Cedrone drops to the mat like a bag of bricks as the Masked Man continues to lay into him with the chair.
Mr Fantastic: I guess some lessons have to be learned the hard way, eh Jonny?
“Ladies and Gentlemen” begins to reverberate around the arena once more as Mr Fantastic continues to stare down at the brutal beating his future opponent is receiving, a smile creeping across his face.