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Post by Ro on May 4, 2008 23:37:09 GMT -5
The opening video package accompanied by the VCW Live theme song "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach plays, eventually fading into the VCW logo. The show is on!
VCW opens with brand new blood red and gold pyro as the masterfully mixed "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" and "Teardrop" greet the audience of Glendale, Arizona as Sam & Max, John /d/unn, Thomas Hookton, and Anon Ehmus - the Phases of Anonymity - make their way to the ring![/i] Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of Vendetta Championship Wrestling Live, I am your play-by-play announcer Cyrus the Shadow Master, and alongside me is my broadcast partner the New Breed, SoL! SoL: Glad to be here still makin' paper, Cyrus, and what have we here tonight? Cyrus: Well it seems that the newly-branded Phases of Anonymity are here tonight and definitely have got something on their minds they wanna share with us. SoL: And who, pray tell, wants to listen to a bunch of idiots like these guys? Cyrus: Just about everyone, SoL - their disdain for Craig Christ and his cronies aren't a big secret over here! SoL: If Craig wasn't so demanding on ratings, he'd have fired all of these guys in a heartbeat! Cyrus: Oh, I'm sure he would. All four members are already in the ring. John /d/unn takes a mic and begins to speak.Dunn: What happened at the end of 1.2 was an atrocity. The crowd pops.Dunn: It's as much of an atrocity as Scientology, it's as much of an atrocity as Tiananmen Square. Another pop.Dunn: Craig Christ gathered every wrestler on this federation that agreed with his ideals and sheltered them under his wing. With that, he just cemented his iron fist over VCW. The crowd boos at the mention of Craig.Anon: Luckily, for one Craig Christ, someone's stepped up to challenge his authority. Sam: Yes, indeed. That would be - Max: US! Dunn: That's right. Hookton: So for those who didn't hear us the first time, we are the Phases of Anonymity. Dunn: Hell yeah, and let me tell you that we don't just do it for the lulz! The crowd pops, but there is an awkward silence in the ring as the other three members look at Dunn, wtf-ing at the "lulz" part.Dunn: Hey, it's my gimmick. Hookton: Anyway, speaking of anonymity, we'd also like to mention one other de facto ally we have. Sam: We're sure you've all heard him; he's been turning things around last show. Max: He sounds cute, too. Sam: Man... not while we're out here. Max: Sorry, can't help it. Anon: ANYWAY... we're talking about the mysterious voice. That's a fine example of anonymity if I've ever seen one. Dunn: Yeah, and we'd like to invite him out here tonight so we can induct him as an honorary member of the Phases of Anonymity! Hell yeah! Speak up, Mister Misterioso! All four men turn to the titantron expectedly. But after a few moments of silence, "Craig" by Stephen Lynch hits the speakers and none other than Craig Christ comes out.Cyrus: That's not the voice! SoL: No shit, Sherlock! Hookton: What the hell, Christ?! Craig: Now, now, ladies, I know I'm not quite what you were expecting, but hear me out. Anon: Yeah? What could you possibly say to interest us? Craig: First off, I'd like to thank you for forming your little club. It gives me something to do, really. I don't have to sit on my ass all day when I can go beat you guys up! Dunn: Really? So why don't you come up here and try it? Craig: I'm not falling for that, Dumbsville. Four on one? I ain't stupid. Which leads me to number two. John Dunn, don't you ever forget that I still have your number. Dunn: O RLY? Craig: Yeah, and the only reason why I can't beat you down personally in the ring is because these idiots voted you as the Wildcard. Dunn: O RLY? Craig: Yeah, really. Dunn: NO WAI! Craig: Fuck you, I'm not playing this game! Dunn: Hah. Pwned. Craig: You watch your back, Dunn, and pray you make it to the finals, because if you don't... you'll be all mine come Crimson Dawn! Dunn: Sorry, Craig, but I don't swing that way! Although Max here might take you for a spin if you go talk to him... Craig: Shut up! Dunn: So how about we make the match right now? I don't care if I make it to the finals, I'll be better if I do two matches. Come on! You, me, Crimson Dawn! Craig: You want it, huh? Then you got it! Dunn smiles at Craig.Craig: However... there just seems to be a scheduling conflict. You see, I have plans at Crimson Dawn already. So... how about we just move the match back one week... to 1.4! "Craig" plays again and Craig Christ retreats to the back, as John Dunn and the rest of Phases of Anonymity look on.Cyrus: It's official! Craig Christ and John /d/unn will meet at 1.4! SoL: Dumbsville must really be stupid if he thinks he can beat Christ! Cyrus: Who knows, Dunn's got the Phases, Christ's got his Apostles, it could go either way! SoL: I doubt it! Cyrus: We'll be right back with all the VCW action we have for you tonight, folks, don't change the channel! SoL: Or else I'll come over personally and fuck you up! Cyrus: Yeah, like you really can.[/color]
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Post by Ro on May 5, 2008 0:02:24 GMT -5
Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to VCW, and before the commercial break, we just saw Craig Christ make a match for Crimson Dawn against bitter rival John Dunn!
SoL: Oh, Dumbsville doesn't know what he's in for now...
Cyrus: Anyway, let's get to our first match!
SoL: This weeks action picks right up where last weeks left off, with a Seraphim Falls Tournament match!!
Cyrus: Lets go down to Sarah as we get the action underway.
Sarah: The following match up is a Seraphim Falls Tournament match. Scheduled for one fall!
Survival of the Sickest by Saliva blast through the loud speakers as red strobe lights flash along with the music. Eric Ares then appears at the top of the stage and slowly walks towards the ring hearing nothing but a chorus of boos.
Sarah: Weighing in at 245 pounds, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada Eric AAAAAres!!!!!!
The crowd boos even louder
Cyrus: Clearly Eric Ares isn’t the most popular wrestler in VCW.
SoL: It doesn’t matter what these people think. The fact is that Eric Ares has done nothing more than win win win.
Cyrus: Why don’t you just go suck on his balls?
Crawling in the Dark by Hoobastank hits as Anon Emus comes down the isle to loud cheers from the audience. He is very serious as he makes his way down to the ring and stares at Ares as Ares now flirts with girls in the front row.
Cyrus: I can’t believe how ridiculous Eric Ares is acting. He has a very important match he’s about to take place in, and he is trying to pull a number!
SoL: Hey, homie’s gotta get some play. Right Cyrus?
Cyrus: Lets just get the match started. Ares finally enters the ring and the bell sounds. Anon Emus reaches to lock up with Eres and runs right in to a boot. Eres now with lefts and rights to the back of Anon Emus’ head.
SoL: Such perfect precise blows to the head by none other than Eric Ares.
Cyrus: Ares now with an irish whip on Anon. Rebound and Ares leaps in the air and hits an on coming Anon Emus right in the face with his elbow. SoL: Perfect execution by Ares on that last maneuver.
Cyrus: Indeed it was SoL. Now Ares pulling Anon to his feet Irish whip into the corner, reversed by Anon sending Ares into the corner. Anon Emus now with a head of steam right behind Ares, and Anon Emus hits Ares with a knee lift right as Ares turns into the corner. Anon now follows that up with a bulldog out of the corner.
SoL: Don’t think for a second that THAT is going to be enough to beat ERIC ARES.
Cyrus: Anon Emus now with the first cover of the match one, two, kick out by Eric Ares after a short two count. Ares now crawling on his hands and knees trying to get away from Anon Emus like a dog with his tail between his legs.
SoL: This dog is not cowardly, he has courage.
Cyrus: Anon Emus now catches up to Ares as he grabs Ares by the back of the head…OHHH ERIC ARES WITH A LOWBLOW ON ANON EMUS!!!
SoL: My god he kicked him right in the nut sack!
Cyrus: Ares now setting Anon up for something. Northern Lights Suplex by Ares on Anon Emus right in the center of the ring. Ares now begins to ascend the turnbuckle to the top. Eric now taunting the crown and dives off WITH A DIVING MOONSAULT RIGHT ON TO ANON EMUS!!!!! Cover one, two, th…NO!!! Anon Emus kicks out and Eric Ares can’t believe it!!!
SoL: I agree with Eric on this one that was clearly three.
Cyrus: The refs call stands but Ares won’t stop arguing and he is wasting a lot of time now as Anon Emus begins to stir. Anon Emus now crawling towards Ares and ANON EMUS WITH A ROLL UP!!! ONE, TWO, THR…KICKOUT BY ARES ANON EMUS ALMOST CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD THERE!!!!
SoL: Such a cheap victory that would have been.
Cyrus: Ares now back to his feet measuring Anon Emus up for something. Ares is tuning up the band getting ready to give the crowd one of Eric Ares Greatest Hits. Here he goes…Anon Emus saw it coming and grabs Ares’ foot just before it crashed into his skull. Ares now with and enzuigiri but Anon ducks. Ares lands back on his feet after the failed enzuigiri attempt, Anon Emus now spins Ares back around and hit’s a HUUUGE CLOTHESLINE!!!
SoL: I think he just broke Ares’ neck!!!
Cyrus: Anon now beginning to mount an offensive attack on Ares as he lifts him and and hit’s a Neckbreaker Sweep onto Eric Ares who looks like he is out cold!! One, two, three…NO!! Ares kicked out at the last possible second!!!
SoL: That’s about as close as it’s going to get in this one!!
Cyrus: Anon now with an irish whip which is reversed by Ares sending Anon Emus into the ropes. Anon Emus springboard off the ropes and hits Eric Ares with a cross body block!!!
SoL: He is soooo good at using his surroundings to his advantage I’ll give him credit for that.
Cyrus: One, two, another kick out by Eric Ares. There is still a lot of fight left in that young man!! Anon Emus now with Ares he’s lifting Ares up for a power bomb, but Ares reverses it and now….HE HAS ANON EMUS LOCKED IN A TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!! ANON EMUS NOW SLAMS ARES DOWN ON THE MAT BUT ARES HOLDS ONTO THE CHOKE!!!
SoL: Now they’re right in the middle of the ring!! It’s only a matter of time before Anon Emus taps out!!
Cyrus: He’s squirming and yelling in agony but he won’t give up!!! It looks like Anon is starting to fade!! It’s all over folks, this one is going to be finished!!!
SoL: If he doesn’t give up now he could risk some brain damage!!!
Cyrus: I think he’s out cold SoL. The ref is now beginning to check Anon’s arms.
One…
Cyrus: That’s one. Anon Emus needs to snap out of this if he wants to continue!!
SoL: Yeah, continue living. As long as the bell hasn’t rang, Ares will not let go of that hold.
Two…
SoL: Two down one to go…
Th…
Cyrus: He keeps his hand up!!! He’s starting to move and this crowd is now thoroughly behind him!! He is now partially to his feet as Ares still has the hold in place on the mat. Anon now lifting Ares off the mat and he slams Ares down with some kind of modified power bomb. Again Ares is slammed down and now the hold is loosening!!!
SoL: I can’t believe it, just a minute ago this man was out cold, now he’s repeatedly power bombing Eric Ares!!!
Cyrus: One more time and Ares is forced to break the hold. Anon now measuring up Ares in the corner. Anon Emus is waiting for Ares to get back to his feet. I think he’s going for a spear… Ares to his feet and Anon Emus charges. Ares catches Anon and kicks him in the head. Ares now for a clothesline, ducked by Anon Emus both men now rebound off the ropes on either side of the ring and catch each other in the face with a double clothesline now they are both on the mat!!!!
SoL: This match is going back and fourth more than a tennis match!!!
Cyrus: That was so gay.
SoL: Fuck yourself alright? It was a good analogy.
Cyrus: The ref now starts his count.
1... 2.. 3... 4...
Cyrus: Both men now starting to stir. Who will get to their feet first is what we’ll find out.
5... 6... 7... 8... 9...
Cyrus: Anon Emus and Eric Ares are now back to their feet. Anon Emus charges at Ares with a clothesline attempt. Ducked by Ares who turns right around AND NAILS ANON EMUS WITH ONE OF ERIC ARES GREATEST HITS!!!!
SoL: For those of you who don’t know that would be a super kick!!!
Cyrus: He got it but I don’t know if he got all of it!!! Cover one, two, three!!!
SoL: NO MY GOD NO!!!! ANON EMUS SOMEHOW KICKED OUT!!!
Cyrus: I can’t believe it and neither can Eric Ares!!! Anon Emus kicked out of Eric Ares Greatest Hits!!!! Now Ares rolls out of the ring to try and regain his composure.
Eric walks over to Sarah and nonchalantly grabs her chair.
Cyrus: He has a chair!! The ref doesn’t see it because he is tending to Anon Emus!!! What is he planning on doing with that?!
SoL: Well, he has a chair, and this is wrestling. So obviously he wants to sit on it. Dumbass
Cyrus: I mean why is he just sitting on the apron with it?
SoL: Well, stay tuned and maybe we’ll find out.
Cyrus: Anon Emus now beginning to stir. He is up now and he’s spotted Ares as he sits on the apron…come on now. WATCH OUT ANON!!! Anon Emus now reaching through the middle ropes and grabs Eric Ares by the hair!!! ARES NOW SWINGS THE CHAIR BEHIND HIS HEAD AND NAILS ANON EMUS RIGHT IN THE HEAD AND THE REF WAS POSITIONED BEHIND ANON EMUS SO HE SAW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!! This is a travesty!!!
SoL: That man is a genious and you know it!!! Anon Emus is really out cold this time!!!
Cyrus: You make the call I think I’m going to be sick!!!
SoL: Fine by me. Ares with the cover and one, two, three. ARES WINS!
Sarah: And here is your winner, advancing to the fourth round... ERIIIIIIC AREEEES!!!
Eric Ares (4.225 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.625 total) Anon Ehmus (4.075 aps + 0.35 avs = 4.425 total)[/i]
Cyrus: Anon fought with all his strength, but in the end Eric Ares's underhanded tactics won out.
SoL: You see Cy, that's the way to play! Ares knows his game! What a way to open VCW!
Cyrus: What a way, indeed. Anon Ehmus's journey ends here, and in controversial fashion, no less.
The camera cuts to a locker room, and voices can be heard talking. One voice is gruff and deep but has a childish sort of quality into it, while the other is fast-talking and slightly squeaky. The camera pans to reveal Colt Conrad and his manager Mitchell, alongside Colt's wife.
Colt: ...I'm gonna hit him, I'm gonna punch him, I'm gonna hurt him, I'm gonna kick him...
Mitchell: Colt, you're a boxer.
Colt: I'M GONNA HURT HIM!
Mitchell: Okay, okay, that's great, I know you'll do great. Just make sure you...
Mitchell's voice trails off as he sees Romeo McCoy walk into the room. Colt turns around to see what he's looking at, and instantly rushes, but his wife holds him back.
Romeo: Woah, easy there, Forrest.
Colt: YOU CALLED ME DUMB!
Romeo: I need you to listen to me, Colt.
Colt: YOU CALLED ME DUMB!
Romeo: Can you give us a moment, please?
Mitchell: What? Why? So you can punk out poor little Colt?
Romeo: So we can talk.
Mitchell: You think he's gonna let you talk to him? He's going to beat you down, McCoy.
Romeo: All right. Fair enough, Keebler.
Romeo looks Colt right in the eye.
Romeo: Then let me just say this. Colt, you need to watch your "friends" closely. You'll never know what they could really be up to.
Romeo walks away as Colt and his entourage looks on.
Colt: HE CALLED ME DUMB!
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Post by Craig Christ on May 6, 2008 9:14:17 GMT -5
The show cuts to the following video package is played for both the live audience and the audience watching at home.
Vendetta; A feud between two families or clans that arises out of a slaying and is perpetuated by retaliatory acts of revenge; a blood feud. [/u][/center] Narrator: Blood has been spilled for the greatest causes and the most heinous evils. A montage of the destruction of war appears.Narrator: Blood has been spilled as a symbol of unity. A clip of a blood pact rite is shown.Narrator: Blood has been spilled to save countless lives. A scene of soldiers fighting in a war is shown.Narrator: And on Crimson Dawn... even more blood shall be spilled. VCW introduces... the [/color] SoL: A new title! All about blood! I'm loving it! Cyrus: This is gonna be interesting. The Sanguine Championship! SoL: We need more details! I need more details! I'm curious! Cyrus: Hold in your cream, SoL, we're sure to get them. SoL: I can't wait! Cyrus: We all can't, but what are we gonna do about it? Let's just go down to Sarah as she announces our next bout. Sarah: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Triple Threat match. This Shit Will Fuck You Up by Combichrist hits as Bain comes to the top of the entrance ramp, he stares out for a second then runs to the ring.Sarah: Coming down the isle weighing in at 175 pounds, from The cloning vats under Disneyland, Alistair Baaaaain!!! Cyrus: That is an interesting hometown he is from. SoL: Kind of reminds me of Parts Unknown, or Truth or Consequences. You know, I was with your mom last night. Let me tell you, her parts are no longer unknown. Cyrus: You prick. SoL: Man, I could be trash talker of the week with jokes like that. The Artist in the Ambulance by Thrice hits as Adam Wylde makes his way to the ring.[/b] Cyrus: This guy is a pretty impressive individual. I don’t really like the fact that he sides with Christ but… SoL: Satanist, you’re going to hell I hope you know. Cyrus: That’s not the Christ I meant and you know… SoL: Yeah whatever man. Cyrus: Wait a minute what is this? I think it’s…IT’S ICE PIK!!! SoL: AND HE’S GOT A CHAIR!!! Cyrus: ICE PIK NAILS ADAM WYLDE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A CHAIR!!! SoL: He’s not done yet Cyrus. Ice Pik begins to repeatedly hit Adam Wylde with the steel chair. Cyrus: What is the point of all this?! SoL: Strategy Cyrus, he’s taking out his biggest competition and making the match one on one. It’s very simple. Cyrus: Someone stop him, Wylde isn’t even moving! Wait what is this!!! OH MY GOD!!! ALISTAIR BAIN WITH A SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE DOWN ONTO ICE PIK!!!! SoL: I’ve never seen anyone jump that high, or far in my life!!! Cyrus: And now Bain is taking it to Ice Pik on the floor with rights and lefts. Now he’s bringing Ice Pik to his feet… and he slams him head first into the guard rail. SoL: The crowd is eating this shit up Cyrus. Cyrus: Bain has the chair now!!! Ice Pik to his feet…AND BAIN NAILS HIM SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! Ice Pik is staggering now and Bain rolls him into the ring and we can finally get this match started. Bain now with the cover. One, two, thr…No! Ice Pik kicks out of the pin at two and a half. SoL: I don’t understand how he can kick out after taking that much punishment. Cyrus: He’s a fighter SoL. Bain now bringing Ice Pik to his feet. He wants to Irish Whip him but Ice Pik isn’t having any part of that as he reverses it and pulls Bain right in with a Short Armed Clothesline!!! SoL: Holy Shit!! I think he broke his neck!! Cyrus: Why are you happy about that. Ice Pik with the pin. One, two, kick out by Bain. He’s not going to give up that quickly. Ice Pik now raising Bain to his feet like a dead raccoon on the highway. SoL: Ew! That’s fucking sick man. What is wrong with you? Cyrus: Uhm… Ice Pik now setting Bain up for what looks to be a power bomb…he lifts him and…BAIN COUNTERS WITH A DDT OUT OF NOWHERE!!! He’s not going for the cover just yet though he’s going to the top ropes for something. SoL: Those high risk moves look damn good, but they don’t always work. Cyrus: Except for when you hit them LIKE BAIN JUST DID HERE WITH A HUGE MOONSAULT ON TO ICE PIK!!! COVER ONE, TWO, THR…NO NO NO!!! ICE PIK KICKED OUT ONCE MORE!!!! SoL: This man will not go down without a fight!! Cyrus: Bain doesn’t know what to do to keep this animal down. Ice Pik is now getting back to his feet after all the punishment he’s taken from Bain. Bain is now going to the outside apron, he’s looking to try something here. Ice Pik now to his knees as Bain waits growing impatient on the apron. Ice Pik finally up to his feet, Bain springboards going for a hurricanrana!!! ICE PIK COUNTERS INTO A SIT OUT POWERBOMB THAT SHAKES THE WHOLE BUILDING!!! SoL: Did you see Bain’s head bounce off the ring?! That was amazing! Cyrus: Ice Pik now with the cover. One, two, th…NO!! Bain kicks out after two!!! This one is not over, these men are going through hell just to win this match!! SoL: That’s what VCW is all about, competitors… com… pea…ting. Cyrus: …Brilliant. Ice Pik now with Bain…Overhead Belly to Belly suplex by Ice Pik perfectly executed. Ice Pik now signaling that the end is near. He raises Bain to his feet. Ice Pik now has Bain positioned in a full nelson. SoL: I think he’s going for the Grill Breaker here Cyrus. Ice Pik’s plan is about to come into fruition!! What a genious! Cyrus: WAIT!!! ADAM WYLDE IS STIRRING!!! He’s up on the apron and he has the same chair that Ice Pik attacked him with before this match even started!!! SoL: This doesn’t look good for Afro….I mean Ice Pik. Cyrus: Wylde’s about to hit Ice Pik with the chair!!! But wait…ICE PIK SHOVES BAIN IN FRONT OF HIM USING HIM AS A SHEILD AND ADAM WYLDE HITS ALISTAIR BAIN SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! SoL: OH MY GOD!!!! THAT is hilarious!!! Cyrus: Adam Wylde is enraged!!! Ice Pik better watch himself. Wylde now chasing after Ice Pik, and Ice Pik is on the run!!! Wylde grabs Ice Pik as he tries to exit the ring and he is now beating Ice Pik with rights and lefts to the face!!! And Ice Pik falls to the outside. SoL: Adam Wylde is like a man possessed!! Cyrus: He follows Ice Pik outside, chair in hand. Ice Pik to his feet…NOW WYLDE CONNECTS WITH A CHAIR TO THE HEAD OF ICE PIK!!! But he’s still now done!!! SoL: Cyrus get out of the way Wylde’s bringing Ice Pik over here! Cyrus: Wylde now shoving Ice Pik on top of our announcers table. I don’t know what he’s got in mind here. He’s setting him up for…no way…he’ll kill him. He has him up and… SoL/Cyrus: OH MY GOD!!! Cyrus: FRUITCAKE DRIVER ONTO THE ANNONCERS TABLE!!!! NOT ONLY DID WYLDE DRIVE ICE PIK’S HEAD THROUGH THE TABLE BUT IT ALSO BOUNCED OFF THE CONCRETE FLOOR AS WELL!!!! WE’RE GOING TO NEED SOME MEDICAL STAFF OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! Sarah: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has determined that Adam Wylde and Ice Pik are unable to continue the match... so your winner is... ALISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR BAIIIIIN!!!
Alistair Bain (3.66 aps + 0.45 avs = 4.11 total)Adam Wylde (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total) Ice Pik (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)[/i] "Revolution Deathsquad" by DragonForce plays on the PA system of the Jobing.com Arena as Andrew Carpenter emerges from the back, holding a lit torch.
Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to VCW and right now we've got Andrew Carpenter making his way to the ring for the debut of his very own interview segment.
SoL: This guy is boring. Fire is boring. It's out of date. We need more electricity!
Cyrus: Fire is safer than electricity.
SoL: Not when you're all oiled up!
Cyrus: ...Whatever.
Andrew reaches the ring and gets inside. He lights up something on the floor, which ignites a semi-ring of fire around the setup - two chairs and a big screen; there is a small space for guests to walk through. Andrew sets the torch on a stand, and grabs a mic.
Andrew: THIS... IS... THE RING OF FIRE!
Crowd pops.
Andrew: The first, the only, the HOTTEST talk show on primetime and on VCW!
SoL: Lame pun.
Cyrus: Let the man talk.
Andrew: Now as you all know, soccer is a very gay sport. Personally, it doesn't deserve to be called football. The name "football" is reserved for a real sport: where big dudes tackle each other and run past heavily fortified defenses. Sorta like wrestling, really.
SoL: Can't believe I actually agree with him.
Andrew: And here in VCW, we've got this one guy who personifies both wrestling AND soccer. Some British authorities know him well as "Hooligan #3135035," but we here at VCW know him better as Gregory Best!
At the mention of Best's name, Queen's "We Are the Champions" play and out comes Gregory Best from the back, making his way to the ring.
Cyrus: And here comes Gregory Best, who just last week fell victim to Adam Wylde's interference, costing him round 2 of the Seraphim Falls Tournament.
SoL: If only Gregory Best was able to keep his head in the game, he'd have won.
Cyrus: How could you do that when you've got a big man on your case?
SoL: I've done it.
Cyrus: Yeah right.
Gregory Best climbs inside the ring and walks through the unlit part of the ring, and Andrew Carpenter gives him a mic.
Andrew: Welcome, Mr. Best, to the Ring of Fire.
Gregory: Thank you, Mr. Carpenter, feels great to be here. Though I feel rather unsafe with all the fire going on.
Andrew: Yeah, well, it unsettles people. Anyway, let me talk to you about Adam Wylde.
Gregory: That's great. Really great.
Andrew: First off, let's remind people what happened on VCW Live 1.2.
Gregory: I thought you wanted to talk about it?
Andrew: ...Yeah, this video is a good icebreaker.
Gregory: Right.
Andrew: Right. Now if everybody would take a look at the CARPENTRON 5000!
And the camera switches back to Gregory Best, who has an expression of repressed anger on his face.
Cyrus: Look at the emotion on Gregory Best's face.
SoL: It's probably just gas.
Andrew: So how do you feel about tha-
Gregory: You wanna know how I feel? I was ROBBED of a chance to go through and pursue the VCW title, Andrew!
Andrew: Relax, man, relax.
Gregory: Don't tell me to relax, I've got nothing to do with my hands as it is already.
Andrew: Anyway, earlier this evening, Adam Wylde and Ice Pik damn near killed themselves after a spot on the announce table. What do you think of that?
Gregory: I'd say Adam Wylde's own stupidity did my job for me. But if I know him well, I'd say he'd be back sooner than I'd expect.
Andrew: Okay, well said. One last thing.
Gregory: What is it?
Andrew: Sanguine Championship. You gonna fight for it?
Gregory: I don't see why not.
Andrew: Well, you see, I plan to fight for it, too.
Gregory: Yeah, and so?
Andrew: Well, nothing. I'm just scouting the potential opposition, you know what I mean? So far I haven't really seen a big challenge.
Gregory: Are you telling me you're underestimating me?
Andrew: No, not at all, man! In fact, I'm gonna ask you to shake my hand right here as a sign of respect.
Andrew Carpenter extends his hand. Gregory Best looks reluctant... but eventually takes it.
Andrew: Now there's a class act right there.
Gregory nods and turns around to head to the back, and as soon as Gregory's back is turned, Andrew folds up his steel chair and gets ready to hit Gregory!
Cyrus: What the... turn around, Gregory!
SoL: This just got interesting!
Gregory turns around and Andrew gets rid of the steel chair, with a sheepish grin on his face. Gregory is staring him down, while Andrew just shrugs.
Cyrus: Andrew Carpenter is channeling Eddie Guerrero right now!
SoL: He wants to have the psychological advantage if ever Best becomes his opponent in contention for the Sanguine Championship, that's why he's playing mind games!
Cyrus: Well, I don't think Gregory Best is gonna want to have any of it!
The two men stare down in the ring for a while until Gregory Best finally turns around and leaves quickly, as "We Are the Champion" plays again. The camera lingers on Andrew Carpenter looking on as Gregory Best makes his way to the back.
Cyrus: Andrew Carpenter and Gregory Best both making their statements tonight, and already the Sanguine title picture is beginning to heat up!
SoL: A belt that's all about blood - I love it already!
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Post by Craig Christ on May 6, 2008 9:18:18 GMT -5
The image is black and slowly a mask fades in. A voice, sporting a moderate Mexican accent, begins to speak.
Voice: My name is Fuego Mistico. And I am an Aztec Warrior.
Fuego's face fills in the mask slowly.
Fuego Mistico: My people were destroyed by conquerors. I am a direct descendant of the scattered remnants of the Aztec Empire.
The shot changes to that of a ziggurat.
Fuego Mistico: Recently, by accident, I have discovered an ancient codex, the Yancuic Amatl, that contains a prophecy, foretelling a new Aztec hero that would breathe new life into the ancient Aztec race and found a new Aztec nation.
As he says this, the shot changes to a 3-D ancient scroll, full of Aztec drawings.
Fuego Mistico: But for that to happen, I must destroy everyone... for destroying the Aztec race.
The shot changes back to Fuego Mistico's face.
Fuego Mistico: And my path of destruction begins here, at VCW. The name is appropriate. Vendetta. This is a vendetta I will undertake, and now happens to be just the right time.
Remember my words.
The shot fades to black, then cuts back to the live action.
SoL: I'm a heel... but even I thought that was a little freaky.
Cyrus: Everybody's got their problems, SoL. How's the homies? Zuma?
SoL: Exactly what are you trying to imply?
Cyrus: Nothing.
The crash of the guitar and the succeeding violin melody of Elvenking’s “Neverending Nights” signifies the entrance of Sir Feyd Brisbane, accompanied by gold pyro and a shower of gold coins into the crowd. Brisbane walks down and upon reaching the bottom of the entrance ramp, rolls his infamous die for his routine dexterity check. The camera zooms in to reveal… a healthy 16.
Sarah: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is a Seraphim Falls Tournament match! Introducing first, from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is SIR FEYD… BRIIIISBANE!!!
Cyrus: I’d never thought that I would see Sir Feyd Brisbane this late in the tournament. What do you think, SoL?
SoL: It’s been fun, Cyrus, but he’s overstayed his welcome. His ride ends here, and what better man to do it than his opponent tonight.
Cyrus: I wouldn’t think so. Feyd’s the dark horse of this tournament, and for good reason. If he could best a solid Benedict Phoenix and ring veteran Sick Fixx, I don’t see why he couldn’t stand his ground against Cain Ravid.
SoL: Are you saying you want Feyd to win?
Cyrus: I’m saying he won’t easily lose.
SoL: Right.
Feyd is in the ring, dismantling his full-body armor when the vocals of “Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell begins, and after the drums and violin have entered, Cain Ravid emerges from the back of the curtain, slowly making his way to the ring and ignoring the boos of the crowd.
Sarah: And his opponent, making his way to the ring and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is CAAAAAAIN… RAVID!!!
SoL: This man should be in more contention for the championship. If Eric Ares doesn’t win the title, which I hope is not the case, this man should be champion.
Cyrus: A little sanctimonious horn-tooting from the New Breed, ladies and gentlemen – let me remind you that VCW may or may not share the same sentiments its broadcasters air.
SoL: Heh! Pussy.
Cyrus: Cain Ravid making his way to meet Feyd Brisbane. Two men, both currently undefeated and equal in skill and in mindset.
SoL: But Ravid’s not crazy and pretending to be some knight from Ivalicedurilthornton...ville.
Cyrus: Yeah, he claims to be some guy who works for the Devil and kills people for their sins. Pretty realistic.
SoL: Yeah!
Cyrus: Hmph.
The bell rings and Feyd and Ravid circle each other. Suddenly Feyd stops and digs in the item bag resting on his hip and pulls out the die again. He rolls the die but as he is looking at the result of the throw, Ravid comes in with quick, successive knife-edge chops!
SoL: That’s what you get for rolling your dice!
Cyrus: Feyd is blindsided by Cain Ravid as Ravid swoops in with those deadly backhand chops as Feyd was checking the result of his die throw! What a lack of sportsmanship!
SoL: Sports isn’t about rolling a die, Cyrus!
Cyrus: But Feyd wasn’t ready! Well, Feyd’s now matching Ravid punch for punch with a few stiff right hands to the jaw!
SoL: Feyd not being ready was not Ravid’s fault!
Cyrus: Ravid catches one of Feyd’s punches, hooks him from behind with the half-nelson and there’s the half-nelson facebuster!
SoL: Ravid scores! And there’s the pin!
Cyrus: One! Tw- no, there’s the kickout!
SoL: Dammit, this could’ve been over quick...
Cyrus: Ravid now taking Feyd’s right leg and stomping away on it, Ravid trying to weaken that leg and he’s put in a little leglock right there.
SoL: So why does a guy who plays Dungeons and Dragons decide to choose a rather ghey name like “Feyd”? There are more badass fantasy names out there, like Darth or Aragorn or… Cyrus… the Shadow Master… *sniggers*
Cyrus: Hey, just so you know, Cyrus is the name of a Babylonian king in Bible times. Don’t you be messing with my name.
SoL: Yeah, and who believes the Bible? And what about the Shadow Master part?
Cyrus: Fuck you, New Breed. Feyd now out of the leg lock before the referee could get to five, Ravid going now for another leg lock, but no, Feyd counters the hold and reverses it to a leg lock of his own!
SoL: This can’t be happening! Don’t tap, Ravid!
Cyrus: But… what’s Feyd doing?
Feyd, while in the middle of applying the leg lock, manages to roll a die! The camera zooms in the die and it shows… a 1. Feyd immediately releases the lock!
Cyrus: What the hell? Feyd let go because the die said 1?
SoL: I’m loving it! Cyrus, he didn’t have the aptitude or the stamina or the technique or whatever to keep the hold!
Cyrus: I’ve never seen a submission dictated by the roll of the die!
SoL: Don’t complain, Cyrus! His gimmick’s a DnD guy, he has to obey the die!
Cyrus: What, now you like him?
SoL: Now that he gave Ravid an opening, yeah I do!
Cyrus: Ass. But Feyd’s still on the offensive, there’s a kick to the gut and Feyd plants Ravid to the ground with a DDT... but Ravid counters with a back suplex!
SoL: That’s more like it! Ravid’s building up momentum!
Cyrus: Ravid goes to the second rope and takes air for a leg drop, connecting and landing on Feyd’s throat! And now he’s continuing those shots to Feyd’s right leg!
SoL: Feyd Brisbane is not a man fit to wear the VCW Heavyweight title, and Cain Ravid is currently making that clear right now as he slowly takes away Feyd’s ability to walk!
Cyrus: That’s pretty dastardly, SoL. Feyd doesn’t deserve that lashing out. Anyway, Ravid has him up, hooks Feyd up and there’s a snap suplex!
SoL: And look at that, he’s grinding his forearm in Feyd’s face! I’m loving this!
Cyrus: Real dirty move there by Cain Ravid, I’m wondering why the referee doesn’t see this and DQ him...
SoL: Stop being a pussy, Cyrus, and stop being biased! This is classic television right here.
Cyrus: Classic television my ass!
SoL: Ugh, no way!
Cyrus: ...Whatever. Ravid lifting up Feyd for another snap suplex, it connects... NO! Feyd reversed it into a neckbreaker in midair! Feyd reversed it into a neckbreaker in midair!
SoL: Pretty clever and that took a lot of agility and presence of mind to pull off, but a single reversal will not win the match!
Cyrus: No it couldn’t, but it might give Feyd the right momentum shift to win the match! Feyd makes the pin! One! Two! Th- Ravid’s got the shoulder up!
SoL: In due time, too!
Cyrus: Now the two are back to trading blows, one after the other, Feyd’s not allowing Ravid to counter his punches at all. SoL, you’re the one pulling for Ravid, what do you think he needs to do to put away Feyd?
SoL: What? Are you accusing me of being biased, Cyrus? I’m perfectly impartial to this match.
Cyrus: Don’t give me your bullshit and answer the damn question for our viewers tonight.
SoL: Prude. Well, I think Ravid needs to double his efforts into his offense. Give Feyd no chance for an opening. Too bad Feyd knows how to capitalize and counter.
Cyrus: Feyd there irish whips Ravid into a corner, running, looking for a corner-post spear, but Ravid moves out of the way and Feyd eats turnbuckle!
SoL: This is what I was talking about. Ravid needs to do more of these. And look, he’s running!
Cyrus: Ravid smashes into Feyd at the corner, and Feyd’s gonna feel that one in the morning!
SoL: Ravid getting up and mounting Feyd and I definitely do not mean that in the homosexual way!
Cyrus: Of course not. Ravid’s up there and he’s raising his right hand... ten punches from hell! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
SoL: Now Cain’s got Feyd right where he wants him!
Cyrus: Feyd staggers, and Cain sweeps the floor from right under him with a big kick to the legs!
SoL: You know what, I think Ravid is planning to cripple Feyd, he’s been heavy on his legs all match!
Cyrus: That could be the aim as Cain’s continuing those shots to the leg and frankly I don’t think he’s letting up. Ravid steps on the leg and the ref counts, one, two, three, four, Ravid steps off!
SoL: Feyd should just give up while he can walk!
Cyrus: I might have to agree with you if Feyd can’t find an opening and save himself.
SoL: He’ll never be able to find one, Cyrus! Ravid has him at the palm of his hand! Ravid’s on the attack once more!
Cyrus: That’s right as Cain Ravid executes another boston crab on the leg of Feyd...but no! Brisbane counters the hold and kicks him, but the damage has been done here, Feyd can barely walk properly!
SoL: That was Ravid’s intent all along, limit the mobility of Feyd Brisbane and once he doesn’t have the agility to run from him, he’s like a bleeding leg and Ravid’s like the shark in the water. A die roll won’t save Feyd now!
Cyrus: That was really poetic, SoL, what were you smoking just now?
SoL: Zuma gave me this blunt last night... it’s pretty fucking weird.
Cyrus: And now Ravid’s back up and he’s approaching Feyd, he’s trying to attack but the knight is fending him off with his fists! SoL, you can’t deny the heart of Feyd Brisbane.
SoL: Heart is not gonna win you if you happen to be debilitated, and that is also the case with him right now!
Cyrus: Feyd now with a bodyslam on Cain Ravid, and all that added weight is not gonna help his leg.
SoL: Every move he does hurts both himself and Ravid, and to tell you the truth the difference in damage is starting to narrow.
Cyrus: And now Feyd’s hooking Ravid up, he’s attempting to do the suplex, but Ravid reverses out of the move! He’s got Feyd’s arm wrapped around his neck, trips him up with the Russian leg sweep and there’s the STF! There’s the STF! It’s Betrayal, and he’s stretching Feyd’s leg real hard!
SoL: It’s there now, Feyd’s leg is too weak, he has to tap out!
Cyrus: Cain Ravid has been targeting Feyd Brisbane’s right leg all match and this is how he follows up all that hard work! Feyd is hanging on for dear life, he’s trying to crawl towards the ropes, he’s pretty near to be honest, but you can’t get much mobility when there’s a two-hundred-and-ten pound man on your back, stretching your leg and pulling your neck!
SoL: That was a mouthful, Cyrus, and all that will hype the victory of Cain Ravid!
Cyrus: Feyd trying to crawl, slowly but surely, to get to the ring ropes that are so near yet so far!
SoL: Pull back harder, Cain!
Cyrus: If he did, he’d break Feyd’s neck!
SoL: It’s part of the job, Cyrus!
Cyrus: Well, I can’t deny that, I was just stating an observation – anyway, Cain pulling back even harder, and Feyd reaches out, it’s so near, his fingertips are barely brushing the ropes...
SoL: He’s not gonna make it!
Cyrus: Feyd’s gonna grab it, he’s gonna grab it... NO! Cain just pulled back a few inches!
SoL: Hah! Told you he wasn’t gonna make it!
Cyrus: And Feyd begins the journey again! I can only imagine the kind of pain he’s going through right now!
SoL: If he knows what’s best for him, he better roll the die so it can tell him to tap out! HA!
Cyrus: It’s just not in his spirit, SoL, he’s not just gonna give up! Now he’s making his way, trying to crawl back towards the ropes...
SoL: Resistance. Is. Futile.
Cyrus: Thank you, Terminator, and now... Feyd... is giving Cain a few elbows for his efforts, but they seem to be too weak to matter at the moment!
SoL: Does he seriously think that a few weak elbows are gonna make Cain release his hold?
Cyrus: I think he’s trying to disorient him... his hand’s near the ropes! His hand’s near the ropes! Will he do it, can he make it this time?
SoL: Pull, Cain, pull!
Cyrus: Feyd’s still hitting him with elbows while reaching for the ropes... YES! HE HAS IT! HE HAS IT! FEYD GRABS THE ROPES, AND THE REF’S COUNTING TO FIVE!
SoL: Dammit!
Cyrus: Ravid releases at four and a half and the ref backs him up to let Feyd get up!
SoL: You two are biased! The two of you!
Cyrus: Ah, shut it New Breed, Feyd stuck it out and he’s still in the matchup!
SoL: This should’ve been over five minutes ago!
Cyrus: Feyd had the heart to not tap out, see! And now he’s up and he’s on Ravid’s case like he owes him money!
SoL: He owes Ravid a pinfall!
Cyrus: There’s a big right hand to the jaw and I believe Cain is dazed... and yet again, Feyd’s digging in his bag and pulls out the die! Hasn’t he learned from earlier in the match?
SoL: Naaah, of course not!
Cyrus: Feyd rolls the die... it’s an 18, ladies and gentlemen, but what was he rolling for?
SoL: No idea, but now Ravid, the smarter competitor takes advantage of Feyd’s distraction... and he finally decides to go about to ending this match! That’s what I’ve been waiting for!
Cyrus: Cain Ravid kicks Brisbane in the gut and flips him over to his back! He’s about to connect with the Mark of Cain!
SoL: Goodbye, “Sir” Feyd Brisbane!
Cain has Feyd in the crucifix position... but Feyd is shaking violently, trying to get out of the hold.
Cyrus: But wait, Feyd is trying to power out of it! He backflips out of the hold... he has Ravid up! He has Ravid up! And there’s the Critical Hit! The Critical Hit!
SoL: No! Kick out, Cain!
Cyrus: Feyd makes the cover!
One!
Two!
Three!
Cyrus: Feyd Brisbane is going to Round 4!
Sarah: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, SIR FEEEEEYD... BRISBANE!!!!!!
Sir Feyd Brisbane (4.35 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.75 total) Cain Ravid (4.4 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.7 total)
SoL: I... I don’t believe it. I don’t believe this at all!
Cyrus: It was a well-fought match, New Breed, and I’m inclined to believe that the better man won tonight, but these two men can be called two of VCW’s finest athletes.
SoL: Okay, honestly? I don’t know how “athletic” it is to sit on your ass and play Dungeons and Dragons all day.
Cyrus: Yeah, despite what you may say, Feyd Brisbane had the heart and athleticism to win out tonight.
But as Feyd exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, Cain Ravid runs and hits him from behind, beating him down on the entrance ramp!
Cyrus: What the hell is going on?! Come on, Cain, the match is over!
SoL: Feyd deserves it! He deserves it! He stole the victory!
Cyrus: This is absolutely uncalled for! Feyd won, Cain lost, it was a fair match, I thought Cain was a man of justice!
SoL: Cyrus, there is nothing just about that lunatic being one step closer to the VCW championship!
Cyrus: That is complete and utter bullshit, SoL, and you know it!
SoL: Naw, it’s the truth!
Suddenly Benedict Phoenix comes out from the back, rushes down the ramp, and trades blows with Cain Ravid! The crowd is cheering wildly!
Cyrus: Finally! Thank God for Benedict Phoenix!
SoL: What the hell is he doing here? Benedict Phoenix has no business with either of these two men!
Cyrus: It’s a little professional courtesy, SoL, and frankly it didn’t matter who it was, I’m just glad to see someone come out here and help out a man in need!
SoL: What, Brisbane doesn’t need any help, if he can win the match then he can defend himself!
Cyrus: Oh, will you stop it with your bullshit, SoL! Benedict Phoenix is doing a good thing here!
After some back and forth punching, Phoenix kicks Ravid in the gut and does a quick Rising Phoenix! He then helps up Feyd and helps him get to the back safely.
Cyrus: Benedict Phoenix, the man Feyd Brisbane defeated the previous round, is a hero tonight!
SoL: You know what he is? He’s not a hero, he’s an idiot who can’t stay out of other people’s business!
Cyrus: Whatever you say, SoL, Phoenix did a noble thing today, worthy of his royal blood!
SoL: Bullshit!
Cyrus: To you, indeed! Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be right back with more VCW action as a few medical technicians pick up Ravid who’s lying there pitifully on the entrance ramp.
SoL: You’re soooo biased, Cyrus! Fuck you!
Cyrus: Back at cha, New Breed!
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Cyrus: Tonight on VCW 1.3, we shall give you a little tag team action. Hopefully tonight’s tag team showcase will show what the future of tag team action will be like in VCW!
SoL: We hardly agree on anything, Cyrus, but I do here. Anyone who says tag team wrestling is not on par with singles competition has a problem with me! As a multiple time Tag Team Champion, Tag Team Wrestling, when done right, can be poetry in motion! Especially when a team does whatever it takes to win!
Cyrus: You would say that! Well, we got Sick Fixx and Fytor in one corner and 13 and Ribz in the other corner, waiting on the last two teams. Riz and 13 are the monster duo, while size and power of Fytor with the speed and experience of Fixx make the first two teams look solid.
Sarah: There opponents for the evening…
“The Superman Theme” plays through the as Captain Courage flies from the rafters to the arena floor. He lands and looks at a young fan and gives him the thumbs up. “Eruption” by Van Halen blares through the PA The Great Nodnarb run through the curtain and dashes to the ring. He slides through the bottom ropes and checks his watch. He looks toward the crowd and yells “4.5 seconds” to the fans.
Sarah: The third team, weighing a combined weight of 450 pounds. From Justice, California and That Place Over There, respectively. THIS IS CAPTAIN COURAGE AND THE GREAT NODNARB!
“Break the Walls Down” by R.A. and the Rugged Man blares on the PA. Chris Austin walks through the curtain and stands at the Stage. “War is All We Know” by GWAR blares through the PA as the lights go black. The lights come back on and iSav comes out of the curtain, to the boos of the crowd. He nods at Austin, and hands him a pair of body bags with the names of Fytor and The Great Nodnarb.
Sarah: Their opponents for the evening, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California and The Dark Side of Your Mind, respectively. THIS IS “THE RADICAL” CHRIS AUSTIN AND iSAV!
Cyrus: And we are underway, as we have the giant 13 versus the superhero Captain Courage.
SoL: Superhero my ass! He is a grade A idiot! He is more delusional than Michael Jackson! And his name is ironic considering he is a giant coward. Once 13 throws him around, he will run away like the fraud he is.
Cyrus: 13 and Captain Courage lock up, 13 applies the headlock. Courage throws him to the ropes and 13 takes him down with a shoulder tackle. 13 runs to the opposite ropes and tries to hit an elbow drop but misses!
13 gets up and gets hit with a flying clothsline by Captain Courage. Captain Courage gives a thumbs up and hits 13 with a Standing Moonsault. Captain Courage gets up and runs toward 13 and hits him with a Double Foot Stomp to the chest of 13. Cover…
1…
Cyrus: Kick out at one by 13!
SoL: Kevin Sullivan he ain’t! Who tries to win a match with a foot stomp? What is this Lucha Libre?
Cyrus: Captain Courage picks up 13 and throws a few forearms to the face of 13. He runs to the opposite rope. Crossbody block! And 13 catches him. He carries him to the corner and tags in iSav. And Courage jumps out of the arms of 13 and runs to the corner and tags in Fytor.
Fytor steps in and tries to land a punch on iSav, but iSav ducks and hits Fytor with a vicious clothsline. He lifts up Fytor and hits a snapmare takedown. He kicks him in the back, then goes forward and hits a vicious clothsline on the seated Fytor.
SoL: That is what I like to see, Cyrus. Just pure, unadulterated, hate and aggression! That is why I like this guy. Even if he looks like he was burned as a child.
Cyrus: And a nice combination by iSav. And now he has him and is continuously punching Fytor in the head. He wants to make him bleed! 10, 11, 12 punches! He locks on the Iron Claw!
SoL: Damn! That is dusting a move out of the closet. And it is working! Look at Fytor’s head! He is bleeding!
Cyrus: The ref is finally interjecting himself and breaking it up. And iSav is dragging Fytor to the corner and makes him tag Ribz! Why is he doing that?
SoL: iSav is proving that these big guys can stuff it! If they can’t use their size to beat him, he will chop them down to size however necessary.
Cyrus: And Ribz comes in and tries to shove iSav, but iSav underhooks his arms and starts to hit him with continuous head butts. ISav lets him go and hits a shoulder tackle. Ribz is being dragged to iSav’s corner as iSav tags in Chris Austin. Austin goes up top. And iSav lifts Ribz in a sidewalk slam. Top rope legdrop/sidewalk slam combo by iSav and Austin. Ribz roles away in pain and tags in Great Nodnarb.
SoL: This should be interesting. Nodnarb has his Lucha/Hardcore background against the all around goodness of “The Radical”!
Austin and Nodnarb lock up. Austin gets him with a waist lock and quickly locks on a full nelson. Nodnarb quickly breaks out and hits an arm drag takedown. Nodnarb runs towards Austin, but he dodges him and lifts him up in a flapjack and nails him with a European Uppercut.
Cyrus: Amazing move by Chris Austin. And he has grounded the flier. He picks Nodnarb and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Austin tries a pump kick, but misses! Nodnarb springboards off the opposite ropes and nails him with a dropkick. Nodnarb is capitalizing on this by hitting Austin with a Cartwheel Moonsault splash. Cover… No! Sick Fixx comes in a breaks it up by stomping on the head of Nodnarb.
Sick Fixx Irish Whips Nodnarb to the corner. Fytor grabs Nodnarb to hold him. Fixx comes running to hit a forearm shot, but misses Nodnarb and hits Fytor to the floor. Fixx turns around and is nailed with an enziguri by Nodnarb, knocking him out of the ring. Nodnarb goes up top to capitalize but is stopped by Chris Austin, who crotches him on the turnbuckle.
SoL: Crash and burn for whatever his name is. But Captain Coward mustered up some guts and nails a Cannonball Senton from the ring apron to the floor on Fixx and Fytor.
Cyrus: And it looks like Austin is going to try and hit a top rope Exploder Suplex. Nodnorb is holding on for dear life. He punches Austin, and now he gives him a headbutt. And Austin is knocked off the ropes! Austin gets up and eats a top rope thrust kick to his head! And Nodnarb is in charge. He tags in Captain Courage! Nodnarb slams Austin in the middle of the ring and both men go up! Courage comes with a Super Fly Splash while Nodnarb comes off the ropes with a Top rope legdrop. The Cover by Courage!
One…
Two…
Cyrus: Only a two count! And here comes Ribz and 13 into the ring. They throw Courage to the ropes. They attempt a double shoulder block, but Courage slides through there legs. He nails a tiltawhirl headscissors on Ribz. And Converts it into a Tornado DDT on 13. What a combination and both men are out of the ring!
Fytor goes over and clothslines both 13 and Ribz. He lifts them up as Sick Fixx comes and nails a suicide dive to whip out all three men.
Cyrus: What a move by Sick Fixx!
SoL: But at what cost, Cyrus? I see him clutching his back. I think he landed a little wrong.
Cyrus: And Captain Courage looks as if he wants to fly. He tries to get a running start. But runs right into Chris Austin.
Austin lands a frankensteiner on Courage and locks on the Gogoplata submission on him. As Nodnarb comes to save him, iSav cuts him off with a boot to the face.
SoL: “The Radical” continues to impress, Cyrus! Frankensteiner into a submission hold. That is talent and know how, not luck! And great timing by iSav to help cut the ring off for his partner.
Cyrus: Indeed, SoL. And iSav picks Captain Courage up and kicks him in the leg. He attempts the Shining Wizard. Blocked by Courage! He nails iSav with a Side Effect! He runs toward Austin and kicks him in the head to breakup the submission hold. Sick Fixx is now in the ring.
Sick Fixx comes in and tries to hit an ax kick on Captain Courage, but Courage dodges and nails him with a forearm that sends Fixx to the floor. Courage goes up top and, as Sick Fixx stands up, nails a Double Foot Stomp on the back of Fixx, who falls to the floor in intense pain.
SoL: And Fixx’s back is in all kinds of hell now! He may not be able to take much more!
Cyrus: Courage gets up, and gets hit with a Running European Uppercut from Chris Austin. Austin sets Fixx up top. He could be trying to end this match.
Austin tries to superplex Fixx of the top rope, but Fixx fights to get free. Fixx counters by trying to throw Austin out, but Austin lands on the ring apron and slaps Fixx across the face. He sets him up on the turnbuckle and delivers an exploder suplex from the turnbuckles to the arena floor, to the roar of the crowd.
SoL: Austin just hit him with that Exploder from at least 10 ft in the air to the merciless arena floor! And he looks out!
Cyrus: And it appears paramedics are coming to check on Fixx. Austin gets up, only to dragged into the ring by the bleeding Fytor. Fytor, Ribz, and 13 team up to finishes Austin. Ribz and 13 Irish Whip Austin to the ropes and deliver a tandem back body drop… NO! Austin flipped out! And Fytor tries to clothsline him, but misses. Superkick by Austin and Fytor is knocked out of the ring!
Ribz tries to punch Austin, but misses wide. Austin dropkicks him in the knee. ISav comes out of nowhere and starts peppering Ribz with the Blood Donor.
Cyrus: Blood Donor by iSav! Anytime Ribz tries to get up, iSav knocks him down with another Shining Wizard! Ribz rolls out of the ring and Fytor starts to trade punches with the stumbling superstar.
ISav tries to clothsline Nodnarb, but he dodges and runs up the turnbuckle and hits a corkscrew plancha on Fytor and Ribz, to the delight of the crowd.
Cyrus: Great Nodnarb takes out the giants with a corkscrew plancha! And iSav and Captain Courage are exchanging blows. ISav attempts a clothsline, but misses and eats one from Captain Courage, who knocks him out of the ring! Now iSav is up, Fytor, Ribz, and Nodnarb are up with him. And Captain Courage leaps over the top ropes with a crossbody dive and lands on all four men outside, and it is pandemonium in this arena!
SoL: Two men are still in the ring! Austin is trading blows with 13. 13 has the upper hand!
Cyrus: 13 is calling for the big boot, but misses! Austin delivers the springboard Evenflow DDT! And he is calling for the finish!
Austin picks 13 and turns him around. He nails 13 with the R.C.K.O, then grabs him and nails the RC Driver II!
SoL: Austin nails 13 with two of his finisher in just a matter of seconds and the big man is not moving! COVER!
One…
Two…
Three…
Cyrus: What a hard fought victory by “The Radical” and iSav! They worked well together and could be a team to reckon with, should they continue to coexist.
Sarah: The Winners of this match by pinfall, “THE RADICAL” CHRIS AUSTIN and ISAV!!!
Chris Austin and iSav (3.86 aps + 3.74 aps + 0.55 avs = 8.15 total) Captain Courage and the Great Nodnarb (3.56 aps + 3.6 aps + 0.15 avs = 7.57 total) 13 and Ribz (0 aps + 0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total) Sick Fixx and Fytor (0 aps + 0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)[/i]
The camera cuts from commercial to a backstage studio with Tim "The Toolman" Taylor.
Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest for tonight is one of the two men who just won the previous Tag Team Chaos match, please welcome "The Radical" Chris Austin!
A panting Chris Austin comes into frame.
Taylor: Hey there-
Austin: Hey, Tim, remember what I said about the me talking part?
Taylor: Oh, um, I'm sorry.
Austin: You damn well better be. Now I know most of you are wondering, why, Chris, why did you do that to Sick Fixx? What did Sick Fixx ever do to you?
Chris Austin goes closer to the camera.
Austin: I'll tell you what Sick Fixx did. You see, what he did was, he just showed up. Sick Fixx was a hasbeen who had no business being on the roster of VCW and holding down VCW's rising stars. Namely, me.
The crowd can be heard booing.
Austin: Yeah, you're all just in denial! I got rid of Sick Fixx, and let me tell you that that... is just the first step to my dominance!
Chris Austin shoves the mic into Tim's chest, and leaves.[/color]
”Opiate” by Tool begins as red smoke fills the arena as the robed Exodus comes out from the back and makes his way towards the ring from the back.
Sarah: The following match is a Seraphim Falls Tournament match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his way to the ring from parts unknown, weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds, he is Fury Given Form… this… is… EEEEEXODUUUUUUS!!!
SoL: He came all the way here from parts unknown? He didn’t even say hi to the guys in the back?
Cyrus: You’re lame. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen this is another Seraphim Falls Tournament match, and here comes Exodus, boy he’s looking edgy and confident tonight.
SoL: I’m sure that’s what your girlfriend told you before it was all over in five minutes.
Cyrus: Bite me.
SoL: Boo-yah!
Exodus climbs into the ring and disrobes, and “The Undertaker’s Thirst for Vengeance is Unquenchable” by Chiodos replaces “Opiate”. Magnum’s silver and gold pyro explode as he emerges from the back to huge pops from the audience.
Sarah: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… MAAAAGNUM!
SoL: Here comes the golden boy.
Cyrus: Yes, here comes Magnum, whom along with Feyd Brisbane is one of the surprise competitors.
SoL: Cyrus here is only being diplomatic, ladies and gents, when he says “surprise competitor” he actually means “I can’t believe this guy made it this far, he must be cheating”.
Cyrus: Unfortunately, folks, SoL likes to misinterpret me like he’s a Babelfish.
SoL: You’re so cowardly.
Cyrus: Oh, really, I thought you were the color commentator between the two of us.
SoL: Real witty.
The bell rings and the action begins as Magnum offers a pre-match handshake. Exodus appears to take it, but just slaps his hand away, and the two of them lock up.
Cyrus: And the two men begin the action, but not without a little mind game on the part of Exodus.
SoL: He’s a badass, he doesn’t need to go around doing handshakes with his opponents. That’s just gay.
Cyrus: Figured you wouldn’t like diplomacy. Exodus backs Magnum up into a corner, and there’s the whip, but Magnum counters into a whip of his own. Magnum charges, but Exodus sidesteps and there’s nobody home!
SoL: Exodus may just be a little more agile than Fagnum here, and that may make all the difference in this match-up tonight.
Cyrus: Exodus catching Magnum with a huge DDT over there and that sounded like it broke something.
SoL: It very well should have. There’s the pin!
Cyrus: One, tw – no, Magnum kicks out! This one goes on!
SoL: I thought it was gonna be over already.
Cyrus: That’s what everyone says. Exodus now hits Magnum with a body slam… and he must be in some hurry tonight as he goes for another cover.
SoL: Well, you never know, Cyrus – it might do him in this time!
Cyrus: Yes, but let’s be a little realistic, now! See, Magnum kicked out before two.
SoL: You expect Exodus to be realistic? He proclaims himself as a fallen angel, for Craig Christ’s sake.
Cyrus: That’s not what I was talking about. Exodus hooks Magnum up for the suplex, Magnum counters out of the hold and that’s some nice elevation on that outside crescent kick right there. And unlike Exodus, he’s not making a cover.
SoL: Because he doesn’t have the right strategy!
Cyrus: Strategy? I bet Exodus is playing this by ear.
SoL: How dare you!
Cyrus: Magnum with the swinging leg drop on the downed Exodus, and he bounces off the ropes… rolling thunder on Exodus!
SoL: Magnum is jumping around like a frog right here, he better be careful or else he’ll crash and burn.
Cyrus: That’s true, and now after a quick and successive flurry of some interesting offense, Magnum makes the cover himself. One, two, Exodus got a shoulder up!
SoL: Now wouldn’t he be a little jumpy like you’re saying Exodus is?
Cyrus: Exodus executed two separate pins after two separate moves and this is still quite early in the match. I’d say he was desperate.
SoL: You know what, Cyrus? You’re so impartial.
Cyrus: You wouldn’t know what impartial is if it peed on your face.
SoL: One day, Cyrus, one day...
Cyrus: ...Yeah. Anyway, Exodus has Magnum up on his shoulders, in an Argentine rack… and there’s the backbreaker! And what’s this… Exodus is stomping away on a prone Magnum!
SoL: Now that’s not a desperation maneuver, that’s sheer dominance!
Cyrus: Stop fucking with me, SoL! Now Exodus is crushing Magnum’s throat under his boot! Somebody stop this!
The referee counts to five, and Exodus releases at four.
SoL: Thank God we have referees, or else Magnum would’ve died. Not that I would feel sorry.
Cyrus: I don’t know what Exodus’s beef is tonight, Magnum had better watch his back and act, fast!
SoL: Exodus sets Magnum up for the suplex...
Cyrus: And Exodus is suspending him in mid-air, no, Magnum counters into a forward neckbreaker! This might be the opening Magnum needs!
SoL: What Magnum needs is to go back and just call it quits. It looks like Exodus is on a killing spree tonight.
Cyrus: Look at this, Magnum is now pummeling Exodus with martial arts kicks, and there’s the whip, springboard elbow by Magnum to Exodus! Impressive comeback, can he follow it up?
SoL: No, he can’t. Eventually he’s gonna crash and burn! This is the risk of having a high-flying style like Magnum’s!
Cyrus: Well, that’s why they call it high-risk, don’t you think? Magnum’s on the top rope, I think he’s looking to get this one over with already! This Just In... no!
SoL: Exodus effectively countered the move by raising his knees! Now that’s presence of mind right there!
Cyrus: Magnum is clutching his abdomen in pain, and I bet that did not feel like a pile of pillows.
SoL: Only a pile of pillows would feel like a pile of pillows.
Cyrus: Truth. And now Exodus is back to his cutthroat tactics he has been employing tonight, and he’s targeting that weakened abdominal area of Magnum.
SoL: You know, Cyrus, this Exodus is a smart man. It took a good combination of smarts and brawns to get this far.
Cyrus: Are you calling his dirty tactics smart? Or the fact that he allied himself with Craig Christ? That’s not smart, New Breed, that’s just plain underhanded.
SoL: When you’re in wrestling, o Shadow Master, most of the time, underhanded IS smart.
Cyrus: But eventually, the good guys come to foil you in the end.
SoL: Not when you’re good enough.
Cyrus: Exodus tries again for the suplex, this time he’s got Magnum in the fisherman hold, and it’s a fisherman buster!
SoL: Exodus has been hitting high-impact moves all match, and that’s gotta take a toll on Magnum even though he’s been fighting hard, too.
Cyrus: Now this is peculiar – instead of going for the pin like he was doing earlier in the match, he’s hooking up a grounded Magnum in a dragon sleeper!
SoL: He’s also scissoring him, not good when his gut’s been hammered like a side of beef.
Cyrus: So you’re being J.R. now?
SoL: What?
Cyrus: Never mind. Magnum now trying to hang on in there while Exodus is putting some considerable pressure on his neck and torso.
SoL: This is what I’ve been saying. If Magnum knows what’s best for him, he’ll quit and save himself some long-term internal bleeding.
Cyrus: Where’d you learn that, SoL? You watch ER now?
SoL: ER? I wouldn’t stoop that low.
Cyrus: Wait, look at what’s going on in the ring... Magnum’s getting to a stable vertical base, but Exodus still has the sleeper hold still locked on! Magnum just dragged Exodus up!
SoL: What the...?
Cyrus: And Magnum falls backward, Exodus crashing! It’s like a modified air raid crash! Impressive counterattack by Magnum!
SoL: But that submission may have left some long-lasting effects on Magnum!
Cyrus: Ain’t no doubt about that, New Breed, and there’s another rolling thunder from Magnum!
SoL: And with a style like this, he’s not doing himself any favors at all.
Cyrus: Magnum is going on another martial arts flurry, and goes for a standing moonsault – but nobody’s home!
SoL: This is it, Cyrus, this is the end of Magnum!
Cyrus: Exodus takes over and tries to go for a pinfall! One! Two! Th- no, Magnum kicks out! He’s still got the gas to go on!
SoL: He better not put out that gas through his muffler, if you know what I mean.
Cyrus: How juvenile, SoL. Exodus with a running knee to Magnum’s head but Magnum manages to evade! Magnum goes for a back suplex, but Exodus counters into a Heaven’s Denial, dropping Magnum on his head! This might just be over!
SoL: Exodus came through and I don’t think I see any other way of this match ending!
Cyrus: But Exodus isn’t going for the pin! He’s going to the top turnbuckle! I think he’s planning to finish this decisively!
SoL: He doesn’t want to take any chances, Cyrus! He wants to end Magnum once and for all!
Cyrus: He’s perched at the top! He’s measuring Magnum! There it is, there’s the Holy Diver! ...BUT MAGNUM MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! CRASH AND BURN!
SoL: NO!
Cyrus: Exodus overextended but he found nobody home to catch him! The crowd is ecstatic tonight, and Magnum is getting up to his feet!
SoL: Get up, Exodus!
Cyrus: Magnum is taking his own position in an adjacent turnbuckle!
SoL: GET UP!
Cyrus: He’s on the top rope, and is airborne! This Just In, and there’s the pin! One! Two! Three! Ladies and gentlemen, This Just In, Magnum’s got a bright future ahead of him!
Sarah: And here is your winner, advancing to the next round of the Seraphim Falls Tournament... MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGNUM!!!
Magnum (4.06 aps + 0.45 avs = 4.51 total) Exodus (4.08 aps + 0.25 avs = 4.33 total)[/i]
SoL: I don’t believe this. Exodus was poised to win the match!
Cyrus: Like you mentioned earlier, SoL, this is the dangers of the high-risk style. One’s eventually bound to crash and burn. Only, Exodus was the one who crashed and burned.
SoL: Magnum got lucky, that’s all!
Cyrus: Luck or skill, Magnum’s going to round 4!
Magnum makes his way to the back while his theme is playing. Meanwhile, Exodus is in the ring, looking dejected, as far as body language is concerned.
SoL: Look at that man. He looks heartbroken. I’m heartbroken, too, Cyrus.
Cyrus: Then you two go cry together in a corner.
SoL: How could you be so heartless?
Cyrus: I don’t feel much sympathy for a man like Exodus.
Exodus starts walking slowly to the back, while the crowd boos him.
Cyrus: Though I have to admit that this loss seems to have a profound effect on him.
SoL: He lost! To Magnum! It would have a profound effect on anyone!
Cyrus: Exodus bills himself as a cold man... what exactly just happened tonight?
SoL: His spirit was crushed, that’s what! Magnum stole the victory!
The door to Craig Christ’s office bursts open, as Captain Courage and iSav step in.
Christ: God… what’s this about?
Courage: We have had enough of that dastardly iSav defying justice in VCW. He must be squashed by the defenders of justice!
Christ: Just give me a second to collect my thoughts…. You guys think you can just barge into my office and demand matches?
Nodnarb: Great matches!
Courage: We have to stop iSav! Don’t you realize that?
Christ: Not particularly. Anyway, Captain… Nodnarb...
Nodnarb: The GREAT Nodnarb!
Christ: Yeah… whatever you say… if I give you guys a match will you all run away home?
Courage: Defenders of Justice never run! They merely fade into the shadows and wait for the criminals to strike again!
Christ: Oooookay… Well, Congratulations, I’ve just thought up a match for Crimson Dawn. In fact, this will very well be our opening match for the show. We’ll have iSav vs Captain Courage…
Courage’s face dons a big smile as he listens.
Christ: … vs The Great Nodnarb! How’s that!
Courage glances over at Nodnarb before replying.
Courage: It sounds good…
Nodnarb: No… it sounds great!
Christ: Now seriously… Go fade into the shadows. You guys are giving me a fucking migraine.
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Post by Craig Christ on May 6, 2008 9:33:09 GMT -5
The camera cuts backstage to Craig Christ walking in a corridor backstage. The expression on his face is both of looking for something and fuming mad. All of a sudden he grabs a nearby roadie by the collar and pins him against the wall.
Craig: HAVE YOU SEEN EXODUS?!
Roadie: N-No, sir, I haven’t seen him-
Craig slams him against the wall and drops him. He continues to walk, now raging angry. He comes across Halford.
Craig: Hey, loser, HAVE YOU SEEN EXODUS?!
Halford: Who are you calling a loser? I’m not a loser! I’M NOT A LOSER! I’M NOT A LOSER!
Craig: Shut the fuck up, I’m gonna ask you again: HAVE YOU SEEN EXODUS?
Halford: NO, I HAVEN’T! I’M NOT A LOSER!
Craig: (backs away) …Okay, you’re not a loser… take it easy before you hurt somebody.
Halford: I’M NOT A LOSER!
Halford walks away, and Craig stares at him in disbelief. He continues to walk forward, then he turns a corner. He then spots Fuego Mistico standing beside the door to his office.
Fuego: He’s in here, boss.
Craig: Is he? Let me in.
Fuego: …He locked the door.
Craig: What the hell? …Okay, stand back.
Craig backpedals a little, then comes charging at the door with his right leg raised. His boot connects with the door, and it swings open. Craig and Fuego go inside to reveal Exodus sitting in a chair facing the desk, slumped.
Craig: Get up, you little maggot!
Exodus slowly looks up and behind him at Craig.
Craig: What the hell was that out there?! You lost to a fucking reporter?
Exodus doesn’t answer.
Craig: ANSWER ME!
Exodus still doesn’t answer.
Craig: IF I DON’T HEAR A WORD FROM YOU IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS-
Exodus: What the hell does it matter to you, Craig?
Craig: You were our only path to dominance. Now you’re all done! First Ahriman, now you, of all people? You were the last person I expected to lose this tournament!
Exodus: No, I was YOUR path to dominance.
Craig: What? You think I really needed you so I can be dominant? I’m the fucking GM of this joint! I don’t need anyone else to be dominant! I was saying that if you won the title, WE, that is to say, you, myself, Fuego Mistico, Erich Ahriman, anyone else who wishes to join us, would be dominant!
Exodus: That’s not what the voice says.
Craig: I’m not taking orders from a voice who isn’t even man enough to show himself!
Exodus: That’s not what I hear.
Craig: You shut the fuck up or I will drag you to the ring and I will kick your ass!
Exodus stands up, drawing himself to full height.
Exodus: I will see you later, Christ. For now, I will need some time… to think.
Exodus walks out of the room, brushing Fuego Mistico aside, who then tries to retaliate but Craig holds him back.
Craig: He’ll come back. I know it.Cyrus: Welcome back folks as we get set for our next contest. John Dunn lost in the second round of the Seraphim Falls tournament, but when the fans heard there was a vote to bring one man back into the tournament, they made their choice loud and clear as Jonathan Dunn was voted back in to the Seraphim Falls tournament. SoL: Not only that Cyrus, but the great Craig Christ put him in a match with his friend and fellow Faces of Anonymity member Thomas Hookton. Purely genious. Cyrus: Purely evil. What a horrible thing to do. SoL: Well you know what they say. Don’t cross the boss. The lights go out as a spotlight moves around the arena stopping at the foot of the ring as John Dunn stands. Dunn rolls in the ring and stands awaiting his opponent.Sarah: Weighing in at 247 pounds, from Birmingham, England, Jooohn Duuuunn!! SoL: What a creepy son of a bitch. Cyrus: I was actually kind of thinking that. Insects Destroy by Pulley hits as the lights of the building slowly flicker. Thomas Hookton makes his way down the ring focusing solely on John Dunn.Sarah: Weighing in at 215 pounds, from Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, The Working Class Hero Thomas Hookton!!!! Cyrus: Hookton and Dunn both looking all business as usual. Hookton and Dunn begin talking in the middle of the ring. They shake hands with each other.SoL: Look at them shaking hands like a couple of pussies. I can’t wait until they knock each others heads off. Cyrus: It seems as though this match may be a little awkward since these two men are good friends. SoL: You know what they say Cyrus, blood is thicker than water, and once these men get going, I think we’ll see that first hand. Cyrus: Meaning. SoL: Meaning there will be blood Cyrus come on. Fucking moron I swear. Cyrus: Take it easy SoL, this is a family show. The bell now sounds and this match is underway. Hookton and Dunn meat each other in the middle of the ring and they lock up. Hookton with the advantage as he wrenches Dunns arm. Reversal by Dunn as he sweeps the feet of Hookton. Kip up by Hookton as he runs to the ropes. Sunset flip by Hookton and the cover on Dunn. One, two, Dunn with a leg scissor to kick out and he now flips over for a pin attempt on Hookton. One, two, Hookton showing off some of his strength as he bridges out of the pin by Dunn and now both men are standing face to face and this crowd is showing their appreciation. The crowd erupts with a chorus of cheersSoL: Some great chain wrestling there by both men and this crowd is eating it up. Just wait for the ugliness to unfurl. Cyrus: Unfurl? SoL: Word of the day calendar. Cyrus: I see. Back to the action in the ring. Hookton and Dunn now locking up again neither man is getting the advantage here as they are moving from one corner to another. The referee beaks up the two combatants and we’ll restart again. The two men lock up again, Hookton gets the quick advantage with a few knees to the gut of Dunn. Hookton with an Irish Whip sending Dunn into the corner. Hookton charges after Dunn, Dunn moves out of the way and Hookton goes crashing into the turnbuckle and DUNN SLAPS HOOKTON RIGHT IN THE FACE AND HOOKTON LOOKS ANGRY!!!! SoL: I told you Cyrus, I told you this would happen. When it comes down to it, the VCW Championship is worth a hell of a lot more than a couple friends in the locker room. Cyrus: Hookton now charges out of the corner and tackles Dunn and both men are now rolling on the floor trading rights and lefts with one another. This wrestling match is turning into a fight, and it seems as though the Faces of Anonymity is crumbling at its very foundation. SoL: I’m sure Mr. Christ is more than pleased with what he is seeing. Cyrus: The two men have now made their way outside and Dunn charges at Hookton and runs Hookton’s back squarely into the guard rail. Hookton comes right back at Dunn with an irish whip right into the steel stairs. Hookton now looking to slam Dunn’s head into the steps, but Dunn blocks the attempt and sends Hookton head first into the ring post. Dunn now rolls Hookton back inside the ring. SoL: Look at these men go at it, they’re throwing their friendship right out the window. Cyrus: It is truly a sad sight. Hookton now regaining his composure as John Dunn ascends the ropes to the top turnbuckle as he stalks his prey. Dunn now leaps off AND CONNECTS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK TO THOMAS HOOKTON. The cover and the ref counts one, two, thr…kick out. SoL: That was about as close to three as one can get man. I think Dunn has this one just about wrapped up. Cyrus: I wouldn’t go that far yet, anything can happen in professional wrestling. Dunn now dragging Hookton into the corner. Looks as though he is setting Hookton up for a Superplex off the top rope. SoL: That’s exactly what it looks like Cyrus, you’re a god damn genius. Cyrus: Thank you SoL, I appreciate it. SoL: Dumbass. Cyrus: What? SoL: Nothing. Cyrus: Ok. Dunn about to take off but Hookton blocks the attempt with punches to the gut of Dunn. Hookton now pushes Dunn off of the tope rope and Dunn goes crashing to the ground. Hookton now sails off the top rope AND HITS DUNN WITH A FLYING ELBOW DROP!!! I think that took a lot out of him though as he has not rolled over to make the cover on Dunn. The referee is now starting to count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... Cyrus: Both men are now starting to stir a little. 8... 9... Cyrus: Now John Dunn and Thomas Hookton are both on their feet. Hookton now turning to make his way over to Dunn, and OUT OF NOWHERE DUNN HITS HOOKTON WITH A STANDING ENZUIGIRI!!!! SoL: This one has to be over now Hookton looks like he is out cold from that one. Cyrus: It was a desperation move by Dunn and it paid off, Dunn now crawling his way over to Hookton to make the cover, one, two, three. SoL: NO!!! HOOKTON KICKED OUT HOOKTON KICKED OUT!!! Cyrus: You’re right SoL, Hookton got his shoulder up just and Dunn thinks he’s won this match. The referee now tells Dunn that Hookton got his shoulder up and Dunn is irate. He’s arguing with the ref… Dunn: Son of a cock sucking-mother fucking-bitch-shit tasting-mother fucking-bullshit-piss ant!!! Cyrus: I don’t think any of that can be said on our live broadcast. Wait look Hookton coming up from behind Dunn with a roll up. Hookton with a pin one, two, thr… Dunn kicks out of the quick roll up by Hookton. SoL: Dunn has to be sure not to lose his temper again or else it will cost him the match. Cyrus: Dunn now to his feet grabbing Hookton and bringing him to his feet. Into the ropes as Dunn sets up Hookton for an irish whip Hookton with a reversal sending Dunn into the ropes. Dunn rebounds off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Hookton. Dunn rebounds off the other side and ducks another clothesline attempt by Hookton. Rebound once more by Dunn as he goes for a clothesline of his own. Hookton ducks the clothesline attempt and hooks Dunn’s are AND OUT OF NOWHERE HITS WHAT HE HAS BEEN CALLING TALES OF SELF - SUFFICIENCY!!!! SoL: My god Cyrus that move came out of nowhere this one has to be over. Cyrus: There's the pin! One, two, three! Sarah: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER... THOMAAAAAS HOOOOOKTOOON!!!Thomas Hookton (4.25 aps + 0.55 avs = 4.8 total) John Dunn (3.9 aps + 0.2 avs = 4.1 total) Cyrus: There is no question about that as no one will be getting up from that move. It was a good showing by Dunn who had this match in hand a couple of times, but in the end Thomas Hookton proved himself better on this occasion. SoL: Yeah, well, I guess Thommy Hookton had to be the lesser of two evils. I mean, come on, a 4chan champion? Cyrus: I could have a hard time understanding him but I don't see why not. Just then, "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva plays, which is Eric Ares's theme, but the camera pans to the stage and Eric Ares isn't coming out..Cyrus: What the... that's Eric Ares's song... but he's nowhere to be found! SoL: A little odd for a scare tactic... wait, Cyrus, look! Suddenly a chorus of boos amasses and the camera switches back to the ring, where Eric Ares is beating down on both Dunn and Hookton!Cyrus: Eric Ares is here! But where did he come from! Eric Ares is laying a beatdown on Dunn and Hookton! What's the meaning of this?! SoL: I think he came in through the crowd! Cyrus: Ares has thrown Dunn out of the ring and now he's working on Hookton! SoL: I think Ares is softening Hookton up in case he has to fight him next round! Cyrus: Ares kicks Hookton in the stomach, he runs... oh no, is he gonna do what I think he will? SoL: Emasculation! Cyrus: He bounces off the ropes, and... wait! Who the... it's Sir Feyd Brisbane! Feyd Brisbane's got Eric Ares and he just guillotined his head on the top rope! SoL: What the hell is that freak doing now! This is none of his business! Cyrus: Yes it is - Feyd's still a contender in this tournament, too! SoL: Yeah, so what? Cyrus: So he could be facing any one of these men next round, too! Now Feyd has Ares and I think he's about to pull off a Critical Hit! SoL: Somebody get down here! Wait... what the? Who's that now? Cyrus: It's Magnum! He's got a chair with him, too! SoL: Everyone's come to the party now! Cyrus: That's true, and Magnum hits a Newsflash on both Feyd and Ares! SoL: And Hookton's back to join in the fun! It's escalated into an all-out brawl between the four remaining competitors! While the four men are in the ring, brawling, "Craig" by Stephen Lynch plays and out comes Craig Christ from the back.Cyrus: What, is Craig gonna join in the fun too? SoL: That would be awesome! Craig: Whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody, hold on, hold on here! While as much as I love chaos and anarchy, I have a show to run and I've got a match coming up next, and you're taking up my TV time! The four men in the ring stop beating each other up.Cyrus: This is already his TV time. He's on air right now. SoL: Shut up. Craig: I understand that Eric Ares wants to destroy Thomas Hookton, and I support that! Really, I do! So I'm gonna make one of the two round 4 matches Eric Ares... versus Thomas Hookton! How do you like that! The crowd boos.Craig: As for the other two of you, obviously you're gonna have to go kill each other to make it to the finals! The crowd boos again. Just then, loud white noise is heard through the PA speakers.Craig: Not again... Cyrus: I think I know what's coming next, SoL! SoL: What? The white noise dies down a little and then the mysterious voice begins to speak.Voice: Hi, Craig. How's it been? Craig: What the hell do you want, now? Voice: You see, I don't like the way you've handled this situation, at all. Craig: Is that so? Then you're just gonna have to bite me! Voice: Temper, temper, Craig. Hookton vs. Ares? Now that sounds a little biased, don't you think? You're setting up someone you favor to destroy someone you hate. Just then, Hookton speaks up.Hookton: HEY! You think I can't beat Ares?! Voice: I think it can go either way, Thomas. But Craig Christ here wasn't impartial in making the match. So, here's what I'm gonna do. Craig: HEY! You can't change my decisions! Voice: I've been doing that since last show. Watch me, Craig. Guys, forget round 4. At Crimson Dawn, it's gonna be Eric Ares, Thomas Hookton, Magnum and Sir Feyd Brisbane... in a Fatal Fourway for the VCW World Heavyweight Championship!The mysterious voice's feed goes quiet as the crowd erupts in a huge pop.Craig: What the... he can't do that! Hookton: I believe he just did. Craig: What are you on about? You were never even supposed to make it this far! Hookton looks on in disapproval.Craig: Don’t give me that look, Hookton. You see, this “voice of unreason” that keeps on poking into my business…. We BOTH call the shots. And I feel the need to send a message straight back to that voice. As we all know, unlike the other 3 people thrown into that fourway, Hookton never won 3 matches to get to here, because of the latecomers. Hookton: And what’s that got to do with it? I earned this spot! Craig: And you’ll get a chance to earn it even more next week. You see, next week you’ll face a hand-picked challenger of Christ. If you win your match, you go on to Crimson Dawn and the World Title match. If you lose… you drop out, working class hero. You lose your shot at the World Title and it becomes a Threeway! All of a sudden Hookton turns around to try and blindside Ares, but the quick-thinking actor immediately rolled out of the ring and made his way up the top of the ramp, as Hookton, Feyd and Magnum look on at him.Cyrus: I can't believe it, ladies and gentlemen! The mysterious voice has once again overturned Craig Christ's authority and gave everyone in the ring a shot at the world title! SoL: That's the most blatant sign of cheating I've ever seen! At least Christ cut it short by forcing Hookton to earn his spot in the match! Cyrus: Hate it or love it, New Breed, at least three of these men are going to Crimson Dawn and the fourth’s fate will be decided at 1.4!
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Post by Craig Christ on May 6, 2008 9:35:53 GMT -5
Cyrus: After such an amazing, action packed show, it is time for the main event. Romeo McCoy has been asking since the first show for a match. He had a tense conversation with Mr. Christ at VCW 1.1 and jumped Exodus at 1.2 to send his message. Tonight, he not only get his wish of showing the world what he can do, he will be doing so in a triple threat match. And as an added bonus of getting his hands on General Manager Craig Christ!
SoL: Tonight, Romeo McCoy is either going to have to put up or shut up after the blatant disrespect he has shown General Manager Craig Christ, as he will have to go up against Colt Conrad and the man himself, Craig Christ.
Cyrus: Craig and Romeo dislike each other immensely and will be heavily involved against each other. To me, the wild card in this match is Colt Conrad. What he does, who he helps, and where his mind is will determine who comes out on top.
SoL: If the retard and his meal ticket have any brains, they will help the General Manager! Colt Conrad should be kissing the feet of Christ for giving him a job! Let’s send it to the French Broad for introductions!
Sarah: This match is the Main Event for the Evening and is a triple threat match. Introducing first…
The SAW Theme blares out the PA as Colt Conrad accompanied by his wife Mitchell, come through the curtain. He poses at the top of the stage as his pyro shoots off. He walks down the ramp warming up throwing punches and bobbing and weaving, slapping hands with the crowd at certain moments.
Sarah: He Hails from West Union, West Virginia and weighs in tonight at 285 pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by his wife and Manager, Mitchell Conrad! THIS IS “THE CLASSIC” COLT CONRAD!!!
Come to Life by Alter Bridge blares on the PA, as the crowd stands on there feet in anticipation. Romeo McCoy comes through the curtain, and to a chorus of cheers. McCoy walks down the ramp and straight in to the ring, his face showing that he is in there to take care of business.
SoL: Who took a shit in his bag? I didn’t know Randy Orton was in the back?
Cyrus: Shut up, SoL! He is obviously focused on this match, namely, General Manager Craig Christ!
Sarah: His Opponent for the evening, making his in ring debut in VCW, hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at 240 pounds. He is The King of Pain! THIS IS ROMEO McCOY!!!
Romeo stands in the middle of the ring in an attack position, waiting for Christ to come out.
“Craig” by Stephen Lynch blares on the PA, as pyro rains down. The crowd starts booing loudly as the General Manager, Craig Christ, comes out of the curtain. He holds his arms up in the Christ Pose and looks directly at Romeo McCoy, mouthing something to him. He walks slowly to the ring with his head held up, ignoring the crowd.
Sarah: And there opponent for the evening hails from Green Bay Wisconsin and weighs in tonight at 240 pounds. He is the General Manager of Vendetta Championship Wrestling and The New Age Messiah! THIS IS CRAIG CHRIST!!!
In the ring, Romeo dares Christ to step into the ring. Christ takes his time and continues to mouth off with Romeo. The bell rings and Conrad hits Romeo from behind to start the action. Christ laughs out loud as he slowly walks to the ring.
Cyrus: And this match has gotten under way, as Colt Conrad has attacked the debuting Romeo McCoy from behind. Conrad laying into Romeo with a flurry of jabs. And Craig is just taking his sweet time.
SoL: Craig is being a thinking man’s wrestler. He is going to let the other two monkey tire themselves out while he conserves his energy, then take the victory. That is the name of the game, win! Doesn’t have to fancy. I have to give Conrad credit. For an idiot, he knows how to throw those soup bones into someone.
Cyrus: That is former pro boxer in Conrad. Conrad whips Romeo to the ropes and tries to hit him with a haymaker. Romeo ducks! Romeo turns around and nails an enziguri to the face of Conrad and he is down! And Romeo is looking for Christ!
SoL: And he found him as Christ nails him shoulder tackle. He lifts him up before he has a chance to recover and hits him with a reverse DDT Neckbreaker. He hit Romeo quick and didn’t give him a chance to recover.
Cyrus: And Conrad is up! Christ goes up to him and puts out his hand to shake it. Colt gives Christ a confused look. He looks to his manager to see what she thinks. She nods in grudging agreement as Colt shakes Christ’s hand, not knowing any better!
SoL: I think he is smarter than you give him credit for. Even with his low IQ, he knows who is savior is!
Cyrus: Indeed. And Christ picking up Romeo and pushes him into Colt Conrad. Conrad locks in a Full Nelson. Christ is up in Romeo’s face laughing. Christ throws a few well placed punches into the face of Romeo. He goes for another one, but Romeo kicks up his legs and mule kicks Christ. He stamps on the foot of Conrad, who breaks the hold. Bicycle kick by Romeo connects with Conrad’s head.
SoL: He is getting lucky!
Cyrus: And Romeo has Christ where he wants him. Christ gets up and tries to shoulder tackle Romeo again, but Romeo hits him with a Drop Toe Hold! He goes over Christ and he locks in the Dragon Clutch. Christ is in agony!
As Romeo is applying the lock, Colt Conrad comes from behind and hits him with a double axe handle, breaking the hold. He lifts Romeo up for a Powerbomb, but Romeo Counters out and tries a pump kick to Conrad. Conrad sidesteps the move and hits Romeo with a Full Nelson Suplex.
Cyrus: Full Nelson Suplex by Conrad and Romeo is out! Christ comes over and he is stomping the hell out of Romeo.
SoL: That is message to all those idiots in the back that think they can step on the boss’ toes! You don’t FUCK with the Boss!
Cyrus: SoL!
SoL: What? Since when has wrestling been Politically correct? Our GM is Christ!
Cyrus: You have a point, sadly. And Christ has picked up Romeo and delivers a hangman’s neckbreaker on him. He motions for Conrad to come over. He seems a bit confused and looks at his manager to see what to do.
SoL: And the broad tells him to trust Christ. You see, she knows what is best for the retard by telling him to work with the Boss!
Colt Conrad walks over and lifts Romeo up in a powerbomb. While Conrad has him up, Christ comes and grabs Romeo’s Neck and they both hit a powerbomb/neckbreaker combo on Romeo.
Cyrus: And Romeo is down and out again! How can he take such a beating?
SoL: He sure as hell is going to need those pills of his after this match!
Cyrus: That was totally unprofessional, SoL! And Christ takes Romeo into the corner. He gives him a pair of hard knife edge chops, and walks to the opposite corner. He tells Conrad to go first! Conrad comes in like a freight train and nails him with a clothsline in the corner, and Romeo is down in the corner. OH!!!
SoL: And Christ nails Romeo with a boot to his exposed face! And look at Conrad, looking for approval from his woman! That is pathetic!
Cyrus: Conrad picks Romeo up and nails him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. And his manger is applauding him as he looks at her for her approval. What is Christ doing?
Christ goes behind Conrad and quietly taps him on the shoulder. Instead of wondering who did that, Conrad freaks out and nails Christ with a spinning backfist!
SoL: No, No, No! What the hell is that retard doing? He should be working with Christ, not hitting him?
Cyrus: And something seems to have snapped in Conrad, as he has gone berserk on Christ. He lifts Christ up and he gets him with a left jab, then a right jab, then a hook to the body, then finishes up with an uppercut!
SoL: What the hell? Closed fist, ref! This is wrestling, not boxing!
Cyrus: Conrad Irish whips Christ to the ropes, and lifts him up in a Military press. He slams him down! Christ gets up and walks into Conrad. Military Press again! And he slams him down again! Christ gets up and walks right into Conrad. Conrad picks him a fallaway slam. He spins Christ around twice, then lifts him up and delivers a big suplex! And Christ rolls out of the ring in pain! Romeo is getting up. Conrad sees him getting up and comes after him. Conrad tries a jab, but Romeo ducks. Conrad tries a hook, but Romeo blocks and hits him with a Knee to the face. Conrad is angry and charges at him.
Conrad throws a big haymaker and misses. Romeo takes advantage and nails a big German suplex. He rolls through out of the suplex and applies a spinning leg lock on Conrad.
Cyrus: What a combination by Romeo! He took down the big man with a high impact move, then started the grounding process. He releases the hold and starts kicking Conrad’s leg. He turns him around and locks on a single leg crab!
SoL: He is taking the leg out of the big man. By doing that, it will be hard for Conrad to have the proper balance when he goes to his power arsenal and slows him down considerable.
As Romeo synchs in the hold, Craig Christ enters the ring and kicks Romeo in the back of the head, making him break the hold. He Irish Whips Romeo into the ropes and tries to hit a back body drop, but Romeo flips out. Christ tries to Clothsline him, but Romeo ducks and nails a springboard front flip cutter on Christ!
Cyrus: What a move! And Christ is crawling out of the ring again. Romeo tries to go after him, but Conrad is in his way! Conrad tries to punch Romeo again, but he rolls aways and nails a dropkick to Conrad’s knee. Romeo grabs Conrad’s leg and hits a dragon screw leg whip then locks in a kneeling inverted sharpshooter. And the big man is in pain!
SoL: His girl is telling him to keep fighting, but he keeps scream like a child. She is trying to help him summon his Tard Strength!
Cyrus: SoL, enough with the tasteless jokes! And Christ comes in again with a boot to the back of Romeo’s head. This time he goes and grabs him and hits the reverse DDT Neckbreaker, then keeps the hold locked in. Is he going for a dragon sleeper? No, he hits him with a spinning Neckbreaker!
SoL: That was a good combo, Cyrus! Romeo is going to die at the hands of Christ! Craig Christ is stalking his prey and picking his spots. That is why he is the brains behind this company!
Cyrus: Christ lifts Romeo up and tries to throw an uppercut!
Romeo dodges the move and dropkicks Christ in the knee. Christ is down on one knee when Romeo comes and nails a Shinning Triangle to lock in the Gogoplata.
Cyrus: Gogoplata! Romeo has Christ locked in the Gogoplata! This could be over! Christ is writhing in pain! Oh, punch to the ribs of Romeo by Conrad. And Christ rolls out in pain. Conrad tries to lock in a full nelson on Romeo, but he tries to fight out of it. Romeo breaks the hold and goes for a victory roll…NO! He locked in a leglock from the victory roll! And He has Conrad again!
SoL: And Christ once again breaks things up with a boot to the head. Christ is waiting for Romeo to get up. Romeo is up. Christ attempts the Craigsfixion! Blocked by Romeo, lifts Christ up in a fireman’s carry. Nails a cutter! He rolls through and locks in the Dragon clutch again on Christ! And Christ is again in dire straits because of that cheating Romeo!
Cyrus: Cheating? For a counter?
SoL: I call it like I see it!
Conrad comes to break the hold, but Romeo sees his foot coming and catches it. He spins Conrad around, grabs him in a waist lock then hits a head and arms belly to belly suplex. Romeo lifts up Conrad and tries to Irish whip him to the ropes, but Conrad holds his ground and brings Romeo back. He locks on the full nelson, the Nails Romeo with the Full Nelson Gutbuster.
Cyrus: Full Nelson Gutbuster by Conrad! He goes for the COVER!
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SoL: And Romeo kicks out, thanks to a boot to the back of the head by the General Manager!
Cyrus: Christ runs toward Conrad and goes for the spear. He Misses! Christ misses!
SoL: He isn’t perfect, you know?
Cyrus: Christ gets up and eats a boot to the face by Conrad! Christ gets up, Conrad with a right jab, then another, then a hook to the body! And he finishes the combo with an uppercut to the Jaw of Christ. Christ gets up wobbling. He tries to punch Conrad, but misses! Exploder Suplex by Conrad on Christ, and Christ rolls out of the ring in pain. Conrad turns and sees Romeo and looks to his manager to see what he should do! I think she is telling him to finish Romeo McCoy off!
SoL: Well, you want to get the win, you better get it done!
Cyrus: Irish Whip by Conrad. He goes for a big boot, but Romeo ducks. Conrad turns around…and is nailed by the AIR MAIL by Romeo! What a move! And Romeo is sensing that this match is done!
SoL: But here comes Christ to show him who is the big man in VCW!
Cyrus: Christ tries to sneak behind Romeo, but Romeo catches him! Christ drops to his knees and begs Romeo to be nice to him!
SoL: You better leave him alone, buddy, or Christ will run roughshod on your ass! If you value your career, McCoy, you will leave him alone!
Cyrus: And Romeo tries to kick him the face, but Christ ducks and gets up. Christ goes for a neckbreaker, but Romeo counters into a knee strike to the face. Christ rolls out of the ring again. He wants nothing to do with Romeo McCoy, who is proving tonight that he means business!
SoL: He means nothing! Christ is just picking his spots, that is all. Romeo is nothing more than a hater of Christ!
Romeo turns around and notices Conrad trying to charge him. He dodges him and Irish whips him to the corner. He runs to him but Conrad hits a belly to belly suplex in the corner. Conrad looks at his manager, who gives him the thumbs up, and he points to the sky. He takes Romeo and perches him up top. Climbs to the top and tries to hit a top rope Powerbomb. Romeo fights out and nails Conrad with the High Definition.
Cyrus: High Definition! Romeo is getting up and is signaling for the Dangerous Osteopathy! What the HELL!
SoL: He isn’t going to hit it! Craig Christ trips Romeo up and drags him out of the ring. Christ throw Romeo into the guardrail! Romeo is out! What a brilliant piece of strategy by your boss and mine! Christ can win this! He is climbing in the ring slowly and Covers Colt!
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Sarah: The winner of the match by pinfall “The New Age Messiah” CRAIG CHRIST!
Craig Christ (4.13 aps + 0.2 avs = 4.33 total) Romeo McCoy (4.07 aps + 0.25 avs = 4.32 total) Colt Conrad (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Cyrus: And this match is over! What a Cheap Victory by Craig Christ! Romeo McCoy was so close. What an amazing debut by The King of Pain! And Colt Conrad showed what raw power and amazing skill he had in this match. This was a great match! Too bad Christ had to be a sneaky, conniving son of a bitch!
SoL: Cheap my ass, Cyrus! That is what a champion does! He picks his shots, finds his openings and gets the victory! The Victory is all that matters in wrestling. Not impressive debuts, not throwing guys around the ring and thinking about his manager every five seconds. What you call sneaky, I call opportunistic!
Craig runs to the side and motions for a microphone.
Craig: Did you all see that? Did you see the dominance… the brilliance… the Divinity?
The crowd boos wildly.
Craig: Oh shut up! You were eating up every minute of that fight! You all wanted me to be beaten so badly and I proved you wrong! I proved the Voice wrong… I proved the people wrong… I proved Romeo McCoy wrong!
Again the crowd boos.
”Opiate” by Tool hits suddenly as Exodus makes his way to the ring
Craig: There you are! Well, I’d like to say I’m surprised… but frankly… I’m not. I knew that someone like you would never be able to stay away.
Exodus rolls into the ring, microphone in hand.
Exodus: Shut up, Christ.
Craig, looking confused, studies Exodus.
Exodus: I came out here for a simple reason. To thank you.
Craig: Well, I know that…
Exodus: I said shut the fuck up!
The crowd cheers.
Exodus: For a while there, I was the wandering jew who did not know my own identity. You helped me realize what that identity is. Who that identity is. Who my true master is.
Craig: I am your fucking master…
Exodus: No, Craig… no you are not… And if you had been you would’ve known who lies behind this mask. I will show you… but not tonight… One surprise for you is enough tonight. At 1.4 I shall tear this mask off and reveal to the world who I truly am.
Craig: What surprises are you talking about?
Exodus: This one…
Suddenly Exodus springs forward and clotheslines Christ to the ground. As he makes to get up, Exodus runs in with a puntkick to Christ’s head. He lifts up the fallen GM and quickly nails a brainbuster on him too. Rolling over, he repeatedly jams his knees into the head of the fallen boss.
Cyrus: Finally! Exodus has seen the light!
SoL: That dastardly betrayor! He only sided with Christ until he stopped winning!
Cyrus: That’s the name of the game right there, SoL!
SoL: I don’t like it! Anyway folks, this has been Cyrus and the New Breed SoL commentating on VCW Live 1.3! See you all next week.
The show fades out to the VCW logo, as Exodus stands above Christ, his hands bloody from the beating he had just inflicted.
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Post by Craig Christ on May 6, 2008 10:30:12 GMT -5
Anyway, this show is up. I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a while - I was mega sick. So any credit for this show goes solely to Romeo, TM and Chaos (unless someone else did something I am not aware of). They did this entire show. Any faulting... that goes to me. So don't fault it, okay? Lol. Enjoy folks.
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Post by Ro on May 6, 2008 10:35:30 GMT -5
Well, since he said so...
Huge thanks to TM aka Magnum and Mass Chaos aka Mass Chaos, who were instrumental in writing most of the matches, and if it weren't for them, this show would've been not posted yet. I would also thank Craig for not holding up the show for longer by asking a major rewrite.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Austin
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Post by Austin on May 6, 2008 10:41:12 GMT -5
OOC: My first win!! Yay!! Now, as for the show, great stuff all around, and I for one did not see Exodus or Cain going down, let alone both. SoL and Cyrus(whoever writes for them) have a great dynamic going. Beautiful show. Now, small favor. Can I has my Match Scores plz?
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Post by Ro on May 6, 2008 10:44:00 GMT -5
Oh fuck, I forgot to add them in.
Stand by plz.
EDIT: There you go. Highest score, you should be proud of yourself.
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Austin
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Post by Austin on May 6, 2008 11:01:22 GMT -5
Thank you.
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Post by bmore on May 6, 2008 12:42:48 GMT -5
noice, no more trash talking thread though?
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Post by Ro on May 6, 2008 12:45:45 GMT -5
I sent it to the Archives.
It is old news after all.
Just scroll down in the main page.
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Post by bmore on May 6, 2008 12:49:02 GMT -5
i only just noticed the results thread lol
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Post by Eric Ares on May 6, 2008 12:58:34 GMT -5
Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust
Three Down, Three To Go.
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Post by The Pyro on May 6, 2008 14:35:46 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome results.
IC: Best, you ready to bleed?
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Exodus
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A mystery wrapped within an enigma
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Post by Exodus on May 6, 2008 14:39:52 GMT -5
The circle...
The circle completes...
CAN'T YOU ALL FUCKING SEE!?
None of you can see, darkness inflicts you all...
It burns...
Welcome home.
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RaTo
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Post by RaTo on May 6, 2008 15:18:06 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome results. IC: Best, you ready to bleed? Are you ready to take my foot so far up your ass you'll feel your insides burning? And not the kind of burning you like buddy; the one you have to surgically remove. OOC: Good show people! I particularly enjoyed the Cain/Feyd match and Exodus turning on Craig. Can't wait to know who the mysterious voice is and how the Sanguine Championship Scene develops
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Post by Mike Forrest on May 6, 2008 16:26:26 GMT -5
great show all around. thanks in particular to whoever wrote the main event. I didnt promo and was still put over strong even though i did nothing to warrant it. great job by everyone and that title match is gonna be sick
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Post by The Coming on May 6, 2008 19:46:04 GMT -5
At Crimson Dawn, Christ...
You'll regret what you've done.
I'm coming.
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Post by Ro on May 6, 2008 20:35:31 GMT -5
^ Why hello there, Mr. Coming. For a while there I thought you weren't going to come anymore.
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Mr. Thomas Hookton
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If Heaven Rides Against Us, Then Gods Be Damned
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Post by Mr. Thomas Hookton on May 6, 2008 20:58:24 GMT -5
OOC: I'd just like to point out that Magnum also hasn't won three matches, he had the bye remember. Is this going to be addressed? Aside from that, it was an awesome show. You guys did a great job getting it out and having it well done. I loved the exodus ending segment, brilliant.
IC: Come 1.4...Christ I'm teaching you a lesson about resisting tyrannical government.
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Cain Ravid
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"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
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Post by Cain Ravid on May 6, 2008 21:13:39 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome show! Thought there was a great mix of segments to matches and no one was really over-exposed. Definitely strongest show so far and I'm really looking forward to 1.4. Also, I really enjoyed my match, so a huge job well done to however wrote it! IC response to come later.
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Bright
Developmental Talent
Watching. Waiting. Ever So Patient
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Post by Bright on May 7, 2008 3:41:28 GMT -5
All the piece off the puzzle are slowly unfolding in a cyclical fashion, resulting in predictability.
Predictability which can be thrown by the inclusion of one or two outliers. Come Crimson Dawn, predictability, something which people see in the federation right now, will become a thing of the past.
I am an outlier.
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Post by Craig Christ on May 7, 2008 7:33:57 GMT -5
OOC: I'd just like to point out that Magnum also hasn't won three matches, he had the bye remember. Is this going to be addressed? Aside from that, it was an awesome show. You guys did a great job getting it out and having it well done. I loved the exodus ending segment, brilliant. IC: Come 1.4...Christ I'm teaching you a lesson about resisting tyrannical government. OOC: Well, Christ is a hypocritical bastard. Magnum hasn't really bothered him all that much, whereas Hookton has been in his face since the time he came here. The explanation is as follows: Magnum won a match that specifically stated he could pick an opponent or choose a by. He took the by. Christ is conveniently overlooking this, therefore, he is an ass. Lol, that work well enough?
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Post by bmore on May 7, 2008 7:53:34 GMT -5
1.3 is done, however that doesnt really matter to me, I wasn't involved so therefore the outcomes of the matches doesn't affect me in the slightest.
1.4 however will feature the debut of Bmore, and VCW will truly embrace the Haybringer of Electro. Sit tight kiddies and always remember: Just Dance!
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Mr. Thomas Hookton
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If Heaven Rides Against Us, Then Gods Be Damned
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Post by Mr. Thomas Hookton on May 7, 2008 7:56:42 GMT -5
OOC: Works perfectly. We've talked about this so you know I have no problem with it, I just wanted to know how that issue was being dealt with...Onto 1.4
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Exodus
Lower Midcarder
A mystery wrapped within an enigma
Posts: 112
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Post by Exodus on May 7, 2008 11:09:04 GMT -5
Fear...
Fear me...
Do I fear me?
Should I fear me?
Should I fear you?
Run, the unveiling is soon.
Hate.
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Post by Mortus on May 7, 2008 13:10:50 GMT -5
Oh noez.
It's Mortus Mrk. II.
This time using the singular to address himself?
Over Nine Thousand Sages to you, good sir.
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