Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Full House begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 8500 person arena.
The camera fades in to show Trippy standing in the parking garage looking at the keyed car that was Ace's baby. Her hands are on her hips and she just shook her head in disappointment's. She sighs and turns to the camera.
Trippy: "Die, really? You're supposed to be a man, you're supposed to be an adult, and yet you resort to the immature antics of high school boy. You really are nothing but a child. What happened Die? Things not go just your way? Are you having a tantrum now because your attack on our family didn't affect our ring performance the way you wanted it to? Pissed because you lost? It sounds like a personal problem to me, little boy. See, here is how it works, VWF if a business. Wrestling is a business. The card, the events in the ring, and promos, are all BUSINESS. Call it work business. Call it professional business. Call it paperwork for all I care. The fact remains that it is business. WORK business, and as such needs to be separate from persona business. Our match last week on Crucificiton? That was nothing but business. It was a match, scheduled to happen because that's what the boss wanted. We had no problems with you, and until then, you had no problem with us. But all of the sudden, because we face off in the ring one time, you're going to wage war and bring in personal business? Because of one randomly scheduled match, you're going to try and drag my daughter's name into this? You're going to try and drag my family down in this? If I were a lesser woman, I'd say that you're just jealous because Ace and I are happy. You're jealous that you don't have a loving family. Hell you're jealous that you don't even have love in your life. But I am not such a low woman. I know better then to drag your personal misfortunes into this. I know better than to point out the fact that you sleep around and probably have several variants of STDs. I'm a better person than that, so you won't catch me saying that Bobby Ann is known to fuck around and every she does is better than you, or at least that's what her blog says."
She smirks and raises an eyebrow.
Trippy: "See, but I'm not like that. I don't bring personal life into business. Besides, we all know that's not the real reason. You're just a petty little boy. A playground bully who tries to take other children's balls, push them down, try and make them eat sand. You see, you're one of those children who shoves kids off of the jungle gym because they got there first and you don't want to wait your turn. That's all you are. And when you dragged my daughter's name into something she had nothing to do with? Well that was just the two-year-old in you that took the other toddler's toy because they had it and you didn't, and then smacked them on the head with it. Unfortunately for you though, Die? Ace and I are not toddlers. We do not respond with crying, or tantrums. Ace and I are parents, after all. When a child misbehaves, we spank them. We punish them. When a child tries to hurt someone for no reason, we teach them that it is not okay. So now? True to the immature nature of an epic failure of a man that you are, you have thrown another tantrum because your previous childish actions haven't gotten you the sort attention you wanted. They didn't affect us how you wanted and as such your got your ass whooped by Ace and myself for it. So you have a tantrum in retaliation for not getting your way and you key our car."
She rolls her eyes.
Trippy: "Yes, Die, because THAT is going to make a point? That is going to make a statement to us? That is going to make us fear you? To make us think we shouldn't mess with you? We've got it all on film, Die. We can take you to court for deliberate destruction of public property. You seem to think it was cool to do. You're such a big man aren't you? Oh everyone look at Die, he's so cool because he's can key a car instead of try using his words to face his opponents head on. You're pathetic, Die, I honestly hope that you know that. Because all you've done is show the whole world just how much of a bratty, annoying loser you really are. I think you need to be taught a lesson in humility, Die. I think that you need to learn that just because you act tough, doesn't mean that you are. You see this? You see what you've done to a very expensive car? It's nothing Die. Paint jobs can be fixed, and they can be fixed over and over again. But see. This is all business, and now you've made it personal. You weren't forced to. You did it on your own. So here you are now. you've dragged personal business into show business. So I only have one thing to say to you Die."
She pauses for a moment as the camera closes in on her face more.
Trippy: "There is no business like show business, so watch your back. you never know who's going to make it personal."
The camera fades to black on Trippy's pretty face.
P. LICKIN: I think I'd like to fade on Trippy's pretty face...
JOEY STYLES: WHAT?!??!?!
P. LICKIN: Did... I say that out loud? Wait.... did the show start? Oh fu...
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All three men circle the ring, none of them wanting to give up an early advantage to one of their opponents. When the advantage finally comes, it is Gaffney who seizes it. Gaffney ensures that Pride is kept at bay as he attempts to take out Earl Altoona to pick up the win but each time he goes for a pinfall Paul Pride is able to break up the pinfall count. Aquilla Combo takes Pride to the mat, as Altoona leaps off the top rope with an axehandle attempt which takes Gaffney to the mat. Altoona zlifts up Paul Pride and they trade punches as Pride sends Altoona into the ropes after gaining advantage in their fist fight. Rebough and Altoona kicks Pride in the face... Greetings from Altoona! Earl can't make the cover in time as Gaffney has recovered and takes him to the canvas with One More Time! Gaffney covers. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
The fans, with their nacho cheese covered fingers, stand up on their feet and cheer. They cheer with such a tone of excitement it is almost as if they are greeting the pope himself. Then again, the pope wouldn’t step in any type of arena such as this, especially tonight. In fact, if the pope was blindfolded and placed into such an arena, he would probably have a heart attack when he they took the blindfold off. Because tonight this arena is used for wrestling, and not just any wrestling, VWF. VWF had quite a reputation for being un-pope-like, and their fans seem to enjoy just that simple fact. However, instead of thinking of the pope, the fans watch intently as the lights dim in the arena and the Vikingtron lights up revealing somewhere backstage. There is barely any light in this one singular area. If you were to pinpoint the exact spot in the backstage area, you would have to say somewhere between the boiler room, and the locker rooms. Or in other words, no one has any idea where the scene is taking place, but the fans care very little for that, they begin to cheer. They cheer because something is taking place before their very eyes, a little bit of history, even if they don’t know it. The lights in the arena suddenly turn off, silencing the fans in the process and leaving an eery feeling. Just as the lights rudely turn off, a man steps out of the shadows, a very unique man. He has long black hair that hangs just below shoulder-length, with dark brown eyes that creep out of their crevices and look on at the camera with a foreboding hate. A truly unique character is this man. He wears interesting looking make-up on his young cleanly shaven face: dark black eye shadow under his eyes; a purple tear on each cheek. He stares at the camera, not blinking at all, with a sinister little grin on his face. His attire consists of a tight black shirt with the image of a skull with sharp fangs, a pair of tight blue jeans with holes in the knees, and lastly he holds a kendo stick just over his right shoulder like a hero readying to draw his sword to sleigh a beast. The fans give no reaction for this man–except for a few laughs here and there. Mostly, they just watch with amusement, waiting to see what this new character brings to the table at VWF. Yet, the man doesn’t speak. He just stares. For a moment it seems like he is just going to stare at the camera, and leave the people watching with an omniscient feeling, but finally he speaks
Damien Asher ; Allow me to introduce myself . . . my name is Damien Asher, and for those of you who have never heard my name, watched a match of mine, or just want me to leave, then allow me to introduce myself. I am a nobody living in a world of somebodies; I am nothing but an afterthought to anyone who has ever seen me, but I like it like that. I like being on the outside because, honestly, being on the outside is better than being in the current societies of today. As I walk down the street watching the overweight, heart-attack-weighting-to-happen people I wonder to myself why anyone would want to be like the average American citizen. Yet, I also see the others. Everyone with their fancy little haircuts, their moronic smiles, and cheaply structured lifestyles, again I wonder. I see all of you people out there in the arena; the majority of you all fall under one of those categories–the categories of the American lifestyle. But, there is another category. A category that stays on the outside of society, watching everyone else live their little structured lifestyles, and eat their hearts out, while living the way they want. I am of that lifestyle; I do whatever I want when I want. I dress how I want . I be who I want to be, and most importantly I don’t care about what the people of the norm think. So you may dislike me because that is what the groups of the norm do. They dislike anything that isn’t like the “regular society”. They are fakes, afraid of real people. A long time ago I was one of the norm, but I changed. I decided to live my own life, and become my own person. I learned to do what I want, and stop doing what other people wanted me to do. I became who I truly am. Unlike the norm, I am no longer hiding my true identity for the world around me. I want you all to see who I am, and over the next couple of weeks you will begin to understand just who Damien Asher is, and perhaps you norms out their will realize that hiding behind your black veils only leads to a path of mediocrity. I am an outcast to mediocrity, and if you people were smart, you would join me. Become who you are truly are, and don’t let society control you . . . .
Darkness...
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This one barely gets started, "The Crippler" charges at his opponent and spears him to the canvas, then hoists him up onto his shoulders before dropping him face first into the mat with The Vindicator. Cover by Steve Ryan.
".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
#1 Contender for the Pan Pacific Championship
"Bad Reputation" by Joan Jett started to play loudly over the speakers, the lights around the entrance glittered up in pink, and out she walked. Microphone in hand, there were no theatrics in her entrance tonight, not even in her costume she intended to wear. This was a last minute decision on her part. She did have on a pair of five inch heels, black with the spikes, the look of the shoes fit the song almost too perfectly. A pair of pink leather leggings that stopped just under her knee clung to her small frame, a black shirt that hung low off her right shoulder and an accented pink and rhinestone belt arund her hips. Her long blonde hair had streaks of pink and black, tugged into two tight braids that draped over her shoulders, then there was the mohawk at the top of her head, it all just completed the look she was going for.
Sliding herself between the bottom and middle rope she came to a stand and looked up at the audience with a bright smile upon her face, dimples and all. Listening to the reaction of the audience she leaned forward and put her hand to her ear, raising her other hand with the microphone in it to her lips to speak, the music cut to a close.
" I'm sure most of you were introduced to me at the last match, well, here I am again. This time, however, I am here in the ring alone. So I'm here to extend an invitation! Is anybody willing to R.S.V.P. or is this .. "
Her hand gestured slowly down her body as if she were the prize.
" A party that might be too much for you? "
She did a slow turn to face in the other direction with a glance over to the other half of the audiece. "
I'm extending an invitation to anybody who is willing to put me to the test. I'm thirsting for some competition and I'm tired of waiting!!"
Her voice rose with the last few words.
She waited, silent for a few moments before she was going to speak into the microphone again, " I don't mea... " Her words were cut off as Sandy C. Rotch, a local jobber, came out from the entrance and ran for the ring, stumbling inside of it and throwing her hands up into the air.
Sandy: " I'm here to show you how low you really are on the totem, newbie! "
Bailey smirked and gave a sideways grin to the audience before speaking into the microphone again.
Bailey: " It's cute, how little of your homework you do. I may be new to the world of wrestling, but I'm no newbie when it comes to kicking the ass of a dirty cockholster."
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Bailey tossed the microphone down to a stage hand and quickly moved up to Sandy, her feet had done a quick criss crossing over one another. When Sandy went to grab Bailey by the shoulder, Bailey did a low right swig up into the woman's jaw, her brass knuckles connecting, blood splayed quickly across the mat, and even over Bailey's arm as the woman went down onto her back.
As Sandy lay there a moment, ready to gather herself up and stand again, Bailey stood above her, grinning down.
Bailey: "You are the weakest link, goodbye"
And that's when Bailey finished the job smoothly. Coming down onto the room with an elbow to the gut, rolling over her and pinning her, the ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!", and the bell rang. With Sandy now bleeding from the mouth, knocked out from being winded, Bailey stood and rose her arms in the air, fist pump before she moved to the ropes, ripping the microphone out of the man's hand and speaking into it once again.
BAILEY: " If there's anybody out there who can give me a REAL challenge, I dare you to do it. Until then. "
She threw the microphone off again and jumped out of the ring, making her way backstage as her song hit the ears of those in the arena.
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[Dimitri Sergeyevich is shown arguing with Larry The Bartender for refusing to serve him any vodka at a pre-show party. Larry smashes a beer bottle over Dimitri's head as the December Wolves chase him out towards the ring. Larry looks to be in trouble as his opponent Seth Owens is in the ring but Owens helps Larry to fight off the December Wolves. The Wolves retreat as Larry extends the hand of friendship to Owens who tries to hit a clothesline on Larry, but Larry counters it with a hammerlock takedown. Larry locks in a double arm ring stretch, and Seth Ownes taps out. )-)-)
"Think About The End" hits, and out comes VWF Owner, The Viking King. He has a mic in his hand as he steps in the ring...
VIKING: Once again, it's always nice to step foot in a ring in which The Viking King entertained the millions of His fans across the world, and defeat the hundreds of peons that thought they could go toe-to-toe with Him, and lost. But enough of the past, this is about the future. So... Timothy Kahrs of BCW... come on out here.
Timothy Kahrs comes out to no music, and walks down the ramp. He stops at the bottom of the ring, with his head slightly down. The Viking King continues to talk...
VIKING: As most of you know, a few months ago The Viking King, while taking a step back from the limelight of The VWF, had many business dealings. The purchase of CWC, the next premier interfed in the world was only one of those many acquisitions. Additionally... He purchased Beach Championship Wrestling, however there has been some legal problems there. Seemingly, a select few of BCW had "guaranteed" contracts that were not able to be broken by anyone other than... Timothy Kahrs. Well... thankfully that's been dealt with. Effective immediately... Earl Altoona, Seth Owns, Nelly Ninja... all of you... are FIRED. You have no place within these hallowed halls that The Viking King has built with His own blood, sweat and tears for over a decade. But that's not all. Timothy... as a reward for finally signing on the dotted line... congrats. YOU still have a job. So... finally.... four years after they spray painted VWF Headquarters... BCW is now dead. Feel the slap boys... and move along.
Viking drops the mic, smiling from ear to ear as Timothy sighs heavily, and the twosome return to the back...
Joey Styles: Wait a minute, I’m getting word that Kyle is standing by with The New Bludz.
P. Lickin: Maybe Bobbie Ann is going to profess her undying love for me?
Joey Style: That’s doubtful P, very doubtful.
P. Licking: That’s what your Mom said.
The Vikingtron flares to life to show Kyle Bacon trying his best to remain professional, no easy task when you have Malk pacing back and forth like a caged animal behind him and Do or Die and BAD on either side of him.
Kyle: I’m here with Do or Die, Bobbie Ann Dallas, and Malk who a few minutes from now will meet Johnny aggression and the Cisco Kid for a shot at the Tag Team…
Bobbie Ann Dallas grabs the mic from Kyle.
B.A.D: Well, I am going to keep this short and sweet... because we have a match to get ready for. I have been back here in the VWF about a month now I believe... and I think it is about time I get some real regoniztion. I am just going to throw this out, and regradless if any of the so called women in the back like it, I am going to be gunning for the VWF gold... And the gold I am talking about is the Inactive VWF women's title. So ladies if you think yall are woman enough, step on up, and lets do this!!!!.... Oh yea one last thing..P Lickin quit calling me, I am not interested in anything you have to sale, give away or anything else... Just leave me the Fuck alone!!!
She steps over and She hands the mic to DoD.
Die: What we have here is a gathering of talent. To my right, you have the baddest woman in wrestling. She may not do things like the average woman does to get her way, but look at her. Does she look like an average woman to you?
Die pauses for a second.
Die: And then, you have one of the baddest men in pro wrestling today. Is he stable? Is he sane? Is he trustworthy? the answer to all of these questions is yes. He is as stable as any one of us. He has the aggression of a caged animal. He is someone i am proud to call my tag team partner.
Die looks at the camera with a look of intensity in his eyes that has yet to be seen from him.
Die: And then there is me. Am I the baddest man in wrestling? That has yet to be seen. But then again. At the rumble, it will be in the end, every man for him self. We will work together as a team in there. But we all know, when it comes down to it, the baddest man, may not win it. It will be the smartest man. And all i will say is. When it is all said and done. One of the New Bludz WILL have there hand raised in victory. I promise you that!
He hands the mic to Malk who stops pacing and stares directly in the camera with a look of sheer intensity.
Malk: That’s right, because one way or another it’s going to be a member of the New Bludz who walks out of the rumble with the title shot, and if anyone has a problem with that they can choke on it.
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VWF Hall of Famer The Rick is shown sat at ringside as The Horde makes their way to the ring for tonight's main event. cisco KID notices his former tag team partner and he and Aggression walk over to shake hands with The Rick. The New Bludz are in the ring and they waste no time attacking Aggression and cK as they enter the ring.]
Joey Styles: The New Bludz are wasting no time here tonight, attacking their opponents from the start!
[cK manages to get a bit of a lead for his team by reversing a backdrop attempt into a backslide and getting a two count. He tags in Aggression who begins to clean house and take both members of the New Bludz to school. Aggression slams Malk to the canvas and points to the turnbuckles as he begins to climb but Do or Die pushes Aggression off the top and he falls to the mat. Do or Die taunts cK as he tries to get into the ring but this only distracts the referee as he tries to get cK to return to his corner and this allows the New Bludz to work together to take Aggression to the limit. A tag to cK after Aggression forces Do or Die and Malk to collide into one-another and cK begins to build up some momentum. Up top for the Mexican Meltdown but Malk pulls his partner out of the ring as cK manages to land on his feet. Slingshot over the turnbuckles and Malk is down as Do or Die is kicked in the face by Aggression. Aggression back to the top and a Moonsault as cK now climbs up but Malk is right there with him and he grabs cK's foot allowing Do or Die to recover and pull cK to the mat. Malk grabs cK's foot as Aggression is distracted by a girl in the crowd flashing him and hits a octupus rollup. The ref counts ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)
"The Horde" - Cisco Kid and Johnny Aggression
Shot at the World Tag-Team Championships