The scene opens up to Bmore resting in the locker room, getting out of his wrestling gear, while he's talking to Halford.
Bmore: I don't believe it man, I had him! I knew I had him!
Halford: I know you're not a loser, man.
Bmore: Yeah! I'm not! He just decided to choke me to submission! I can't take this, I want a rematch!
Halford: Yeah, you should totally-
Halford is interrupted by the presence of another person. Bmore wonders why he stopped in mid-sentence; he looks the other way and finds out why. The giant, Onkar Sammael, is there.
Bmore: Yeah?
Onkar: I heard... you want to seek redemption.
Bmore: Redemption?
Onkar: You lost to Benjamin Bright. You want redemption. From your shame.
Bmore: ...Yeah. So?
Onkar: I, too, want redemption.
Bmore: Do you think I care?
Onkar: Will you care if I gave you a chance at your own redemption?
Bmore: What do you mean?
Onkar: 2.1. I challenge you to a match. If you win, you get your redemption. If I win, I take one step closer to mine.
Bmore: Are you kidding me? Have you noticed the height difference?
Onkar: Let me remind you. I may be a giant, but I don't play dirty.
Bmore takes this well, but thinks about it for all of five seconds.
Bmore: Fine. You got your match.
Onkar: I'll see you at 2.1.
Onkar leaves the room, leaving Bmore and Halford.
Halford: You can do it.Cyrus: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to VCW Crimson Dawn, the very first Vendetta Championship Wrestling pay-per-view extravaganza!
SoL: We’ve gotta start counting how many times we’ve mentioned that on this broadcast.
Cyrus: It’s a point that’ll be well to be reiterated, SoL! And now we come back to you after the initial onslaught of action, interesting developments all around and we haven’t even gotten to the juiciest stuff yet! And speaking of interesting developments, SoL, we’ve got this next match that is sure to amaze!
SoL: Six men, one red title, and buckets of blood! I can’t wait!
Cyrus: Six men will be competing for the currently vacant VCW Sanguine Championship, and whoever wins out at the end of the night is the champion, obviously, and the Great Nodnarb secured a victory just earlier for the right to fight for this at 2.1!
SoL: Whatever, let’s just focus on the now! Minutes to Midnight, baby!
Cyrus: Best suggestion I’ve heard from you ever since we started, New Breed! I think it’s time we throw it to Sarah!
Sarah is standing in the middle of the empty ring.Sarah: The following match is a Minutes to Midnight Match, for the VCW Sanguine Championship! The competitors will have to be in possession of the title belt at the end of the match will be the new VCW Sanguine Champion! The competitors must continue the match backstage after fifteen minutes; whoever remains in the ring, in the audience, at ringside, on the ramp or on the stage after the fifteen-minute mark will be disqualified! The match will end shortly before the Crimson Dawn Main Event!
Cyrus: Boy, that was a mouthful!
SoL: Yeah, that’s what your momma said.
Cyrus: God, now’s not the time…
Clint Mansell’s “Requiem for a Dream” begins at the vocal portion and the house lights turn crimson red, and eventually the harder portions of the song begin, cueing Cain Ravid to emerge from behind the curtains and make his way down the ramp.Sarah: Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds…
CAAAAAAAAINNN RAAAAAVIIIID!!!Cyrus: Cain Ravid’s had a strong showing as of late, are you pulling for him, New Breed?
SoL: I put my money on him, Mortus and Austin.
Cyrus: Thought so. You’re too predictable.
SoL: Says you, you pull for all the faces!
DragonForce’s “Revolution Deathsquad” then takes over the PA system as Andrew Carpenter just comes out from the back and normally walks down to the ring.Sarah: From Portland, Oregon, weighing two hundred and three pounds, he is The Pyro,
ANDREEEEEW CARPENTERRR!!!SoL: Now that Pyro guy could have a chance… if this was an Inferno match! His torches will be useless here!
Cyrus: That may be true, but nobody ever said Andrew Carpenter doesn’t know how to bloody someone up, just because he plays with fire!
The PA system switches to ”Soulcrusher” by Operator as nearly the house lights are turned off, leaving only a few weak strobe lights, the only illumination comes from the set and the banners. Chris Austin, wearing brand new, dark-themed attire, comes out to boos as he taunts the crowd.Sarah: From Los Angeles, California, now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing at two hundred and thirty-four pounds, he is The Radical…
CHRIIIIIS AUSTIIIIN!!!SoL: I’ve got bets on this man! Second place!
Cyrus: That’s funny, you don’t have enough faith in him to win?
SoL: I believe there’s a better guy for the job, and while he’s good in my book, he just ain’t the best of the best in this match!
Cyrus: Chris Austin is coming in strong tonight, he comes off from a win against Magnum in a throwaway match. If he manages to get a hold of the belt tonight, he’s gonna fight to keep it his!
SoL: That’s only first nature for everyone in this match!
A voice on the PA system says the statement ”I remember her saying… I’m already dead,” followed by the beginning of eScala’s “Palladio” and lightning pyro on the stage as Mortus comes out from the back on foot, shovel in hand. As he reaches the top of the ramp the stage lights turn neon green. Mortus makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.Sarah: From the Immaterium, weighing two hundred and eighteen pounds, he is the Lich King,
MOOOOOOORTUUUUS!!!Cyrus: And the last-minute entrant, forcibly replacing his own brother in his spot in this match!
SoL: I never liked John Dunn at all, I’m fucking glad Mortus is in his place.
Cyrus: But the question is, will it matter?
SoL: What kind of question is that? Of course it’ll matter! Why shouldn’t it matter! Mortus is way more ferocious than that faggot Johnathan!
Queen’s “We Are the Champions” plays as Gregory Best quickly marches from the back, waving his Notts County flag to a good pop.Sarah: And from Nottingham, England, weighing two hundred and ten pounds…
GREGORYYYYYYYY BEST!!!SoL: Nottingham? Does he think he’s Robin Hood?
Cyrus: Um, no, it’s not his fault he hails from the same place as Robin Hood.
SoL: Well, he won’t be stealing any gold from the rich tonight!
Cyrus: Whatever.
Hoobastank’s “Crawling in the Dark” begins to take over as Anon Ehmus emerges from the back to little fanfare but a huge pop from the adoring crowd.Sarah: And the final contestant, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is
ANOOOOON EHMUS!!!Cyrus: Anon Ehmus has a lot to fight for and if he wins the Sanguine Championship, he may just be a step closer to realizing his freedom!
SoL: But these other five men will fight like rabid dogs for the same title, each one of them can win the belt at least once in the course of this match but only one of them is taking it home!
Cyrus: And that’s the truth, New Breed, I think we shouldn’t waste any more time and get this impending trainwreck of a match started!
SoL: Couldn’t have said it better myself!
The six men have taken positions in the ring. There are three referees for the match and one of them holds up the red Sanguine Championship belt high in the air. Just then there is a sound and a fifteen-minute timer shows up on the Titantron.Cyrus: And that’s fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen, the time they will fight in the ring and the ringside area, and if they don’t proceed backstage by the time the fifteen minutes are up, they’ll be disqualified for the match!
SoL: Such picky rules, Cyrus, but at least we’re guaranteed to get a brawl that will last the entire evening!
Cyrus: That’s right SoL! And while everyone’s face is still clean, the way to win the belt is by first blood, and then by pinfall and submission the next time around!
SoL: It all sounds confusing on paper but trust me, the fans are gonna get it when the action begins!
Cyrus: Which should be… now!
True enough the bell rings and it is utter chaos! Carpenter goes to work on Cain Ravid, Austin takes Anon, and Mortus attacks Gregory Best!Cyrus: And it is complete pandemonium! No disqualifications and no countouts, everyone’s out here to make everyone bleed!
SoL: But Carpenter wants to make Ravid burn!
Cyrus: Eventually he’ll realize that he has to make Ravid bleed, but what the hell! Austin gives Anon a wicked looking DDT for his efforts and he checks – no, not a drop of blood yet!
SoL: Way too early to break skin, Cyrus, but Mortus is trying to take his shovel to Best, but the small soccer fanatic is wily and evasive! Stay still, dammit!
Cyrus: It won’t take long until Best bleeds if Mortus manages to get in a shovel shot!
Mortus manages to place a kick to Best’s gut and shoves him into a corner. Mortus backpedals, trying to get as much running distance as possible, then charges with the shovel over his head, but as the shovel comes down Best manages to pull off a dropkick, sending the shovel into Mortus’s face, and the crowd goes “OLE”!Cyrus: Best just sent that shovel back to Mortus’s face! The ref’s checking for blood now!
SoL: Come on, there shouldn’t be any blood, that was just one shot!
The ref finishes checking and motions with his hands that Mortus is safe.SoL: Thank god!
Cyrus: But Austin snatches the shovel from the canvas and gives Anon Ehmus an unceremonious whack on the forehead! And another! And another! By god, somebody stop him, okay he’s bleeding, you got what you wanted, Chris!
SoL: That motherfucker is fucking crazy!
The ref awards the first title change to Chris Austin, who hastily takes the belt as the other three men who haven’t been hit by a shovel now surround him.Cyrus: Austin takes the first victory at 14 minutes and ten seconds, and now these guys are looking to make Austin bleed!
SoL: It’s the only way, and someone’s bound to do it eventually!
Cyrus: Now Chris is just… swatting them with the belt, but Ravid charges him and nails a spear and Carpenter and Best start working on his face!
SoL: Not the face!
Cyrus: The skin there is loosest, New Breed, and Ravid just knocked Best and Carpenter out with a double clothesline but eats the shovel from Mortus!
SoL: I may have seen a trickle of blood drop from his nose, but too bad Ravid isn’t holding the belt at the moment!
Cyrus: Cain is bleeding a little, but Mortus has to make Austin bleed if he wants to win the belt!
SoL: Now Mortus is prepared to give Austin a taste of his own medicine!
Cyrus: Mortus is about to whack Austin like he whacked Anon… but wait, a chair shot to Mortus’s back… by Anon! Anon takes the lead as he’s cleaning house, whacking Gregory Best, Andrew Carpenter, but no watch your back! Ravid takes Carpenter’s torch, the fire’s out by the way, and whacks Anon in the back of the head!
SoL: It’s every man for himself and every weapon for himself as well!
Cyrus: Austin has the shovel and Cain traded the torch for the chair… and I think metal is going to collide with metal!
SoL: Sweet! It’s gonna be like a Jedi fight!
Cyrus: …I guess you can say that.
The two charge at each other with their weapons raised overhead and the weapons are brought down in a loud crash and clang of metal! The force sends the weapons from out of their hands and Cain Ravid takes advantage of the distraction to land a HUGE right hand on Austin’s face!Cyrus: I think I heard Austin’s teeth break from here!
SoL: And where there’s breakage, there should be… blood!
The ref checks… and there’s blood! The ref awards the title to Ravid!Cyrus: Cain Ravid wins the belt from Austin at 12 minutes flat… and there’s Andrew Carpenter with a superkick to Ravid!
SoL: But Best kicks him and puts him in a brainbustaaaaaaah!
Cyrus: Don’t ever do that again. Anon catches Best’s face in a flying knee! Everyone just hitting the man who’s up!
SoL: Wrong move, if they wanna win the belt they gotta hit the right guy, like Mortus is doing right now, he’s getting Ravid up and he sets the shovel in the corner, what’s he thinking?
Mortus whips Ravid into the corner and runs toward him, but Anon spears him halfway and hits a triangle dropkick on Ravid, whose face is leaning on the shovel!Cyrus: Anon takes advantage and has the honors of breaking Ravid’s face! But is it
really broken? The ref checks it out!
SoL: I hope it isn’t!
The ref goes to check on Ravid’s face… and there’s blood! The ref awards the title to Anon!Cyrus: Anon takes the title from Ravid at 11 minutes and 29 seconds!
SoL: Somebody’s got to start using that belt more as a weapon, it’s a belt that stands for blood! Come on!
Cyrus: Wait, watch out, Anon! Carpenter whacks him with the torch and nails him with his finishing move, the Serial Arsonist!
SoL: Talk about opportunism!
Cyrus: Now he’s putting the finishing touches on with a springboard senton, and he makes the cover, Anon is already bleeding so that’s legal! One, two – wait, what the hell?
Mortus drags Carpenter’s body from the pinning predicament and does a legdrop on Anon with the shovel!SoL: Hah! Carpenter ain’t the only one who can capitalize, as Mortus takes over from here and plants that shovel in Anon’s face!
Cyrus: And Mortus makes the cover, but Austin is rushing, can he make it, one, two, three! Mortus wins the belt at 11 minutes flat, and Austin didn’t make it in time to break the pin, but no worries as he’s now trading blows with Mortus!
SoL: These two men are fighting for it, but the others are reemerging from the woodwork to claim the belt!
Cyrus: And Mortus now fending for himself, dispatching Carpenter and Cain Ravid, Austin rushing in there with a… Cherry Popper, he calls, but Mortus ducks… wait! Best has him up on his shoulders!
SoL: Austin’s coming back in there though!
Cyrus: He drops Mortus and there’s the knee to the face! Go to sleep! Austin manages to hit the Cherry Popper on Best but Best was able to hit a GTS on Mortus… and the ref says Mortus is now bleeding! Gregory Best now has the belt at 10 minutes and 42 seconds!
SoL: But he’s down! And not to mention, bleeding from that wicked Cherry Popper from Austin… who now capitalizes and makes the pin! One, two, three, fuck yeah!
Cyrus: Austin literally STEALS the belt from Best at 10 minutes and 39 seconds!
SoL: And now the other idiots are converging on Austin! Carpenter, Ravid and Anon are practically TRIPLE-TEAMING Austin, but I know for a fact that when he’s down and out, these three men will fight amongst themselves for a chance at the pinfall!
Cyrus: No doubt about that, New Breed, look at this, Anon and Ravid have got Austin up on a powerbomb, and Carpenter’s up on the top-rope, is this gonna be a three-man Doomsday Device?
SoL: Looks like it… but it’s a leg lariat from the top rope!
Cyrus: And down the Rapist goes, driven into the mat by his three opponents! But who’s going to take the credit?
SoL: Everyone, it seems, and this informal alliance is now disbanded as the three go at it like fat men in a buffet!
Cyrus: Ravid and Anon are going at it… and Carpenter sends them flying with a split legged dropkick!
SoL: Being relatively smaller has its advantages, Cyrus, and now Carpenter proceeds to finish what he had started earlier!
Cyrus: Carpenter makes the cover, one, two, three! Carpenter wins the belt at 9 minutes and 55 seconds!
SoL: But look who’s up now…
Cyrus: Just about everyone else except for Chris Austin! Mortus, Best, Ravid and Anon have recovered, and everyone’s converging on Carpenter!
SoL: And it doesn’t take long before the match descends into an all-out brawl!
Cyrus: Everyone’s fighting for the right to bloody up Carpenter as he seems to be the only person whose face is clean, and a couple brought weapons, too! Mortus and Anon have the shovel and the chair in their respective grasps, and it’s pure mayhem out here!
SoL: Mortus and Anon are LEVELING the house here!
Cyrus: And eventually everyone except Mortus, Anon Ehmus and Andrew Carpenter, the current holder of the belt, are standing, and this is slowly starting to look like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly!
SoL: Mortus and Anon are advancing on Carpenter, who’s using the title as his weapon!
Cyrus: Carpenter can’t afford to be outdone! Mortus raises the shovel, ready to whack the Pyro’s head with it but Anon catches Mortus in the face with the chair!
SoL: Talk about a turnabout!
Cyrus: And this diversion allows The Pyro to come in with the title belt… but what the hell?!
Carpenter would’ve rushed in and delivered a shot to Anon’s face with the championship belt, but he meets a whack in between his eyes by the torch, which is held by Chris Austin!Cyrus: Austin, right between the eyes with Carpenter’s own torch!
SoL: From out of fuckin’ nowhere! And like he did with Anon, he whacks Carpenter repeatedly!
Cyrus: And the ref pays them a visit, and… we’ve got blood!
SoL: Austin wins the title for the third time tonight, and it’s now 8 minutes and 31 seconds! We’re slowly inching towards the red zone now!
Cyrus: His other opponents are slowly beginning to recuperate… but what’s this? Austin slides out of the ring with the belt!
SoL: He’s taking the belt as far away from the opponents as possible, Cyrus, that’s a smart plan!
Cyrus: What? Just because you took it further away doesn’t mean they won’t follow! Besides, yeah, they’re supposed to be starting to move towards backstage now!
Anon, Ravid, Best, and Mortus jump out of the ring. Ravid digs under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder.Cyrus: Now Ravid’s got a ladder!
SoL: This is getting crazier and crazier, Cyrus!
Cyrus: And Ravid’s charging that ladder towards Austin, but Austin ducks and trips Ravid! He doesn’t escape the clutches of Gregory Best however as the knight picks him up and plants him down with a huge powerbomb!
SoL: This padding is not as thick as it seems, folks!
Cyrus: Best makes the cover, but no, it’s interrupted by a whack on the back of the head by Mortus, but Anon gives him a clothesline for his efforts! Anon makes the pin! One, two, no, Austin got a shoulder up at two and fifteen-sixteenths!
SoL: That’s an odd fraction.
Cyrus: You got a better way to estimate “in the nick of time”?
SoL: Yeah, it’s called seven-eighths! Ravid and Austin now fighting, trading blows, and they’re coming over here to our table!
Cyrus: Ravid faceplants Austin here on the announcer’s table and forcefully slams him down, that doesn’t feel good… wait, holy shit, DON’T DO IT CARPENTER!
Carpenter is now up and he runs towards the ropes, jumping and springboarding into a plancha on Austin and Ravid, dismantling the announcer’s table in the process! The crowd breaks into a chant of HOLY SHIT!SoL: Fuckers! Now how are we supposed to announce!
Cyrus: Carpenter with a HUGE springboard plancha, taking out Cain Ravid and Chris Austin, who’s now in possession of the title belt, but that will change as Carpenter manages to drape an arm around Chris Austin’s chest! The referee makes the count, one, two, three! Carpenter barely takes the belt at 7 minutes and 29 seconds!
SoL: Look out, Carpenter’s not the only one who plans to take advantage of that sick spot!
Cyrus: And Mortus delivers two ferocious shovel shots to Best and Anon, effectively stopping them from trying to visit the wreckage, or should I say delaying the flight, and Mortus gets over here and pins Carpenter!
SoL: Hah, what an opportunist!
Cyrus: One, two, three! Mortus wins the belt at 7 minutes and 20 seconds!
SoL: And now Mortus is doing what Austin did first and trying to escape with the title!
Cyrus: Too bad Austin, Ravid and Carpenter are still here in front of us, in the wreckage of our table!
SoL: Yeah but now Anon and Best are on his tail like… how does JR say it? Scalded dogs!
Cyrus: Channeling a hokie, now are we?
SoL: Hmm? I thought you liked JR.
Cyrus: And I thought you didn’t. It’s a three-way brawl between these men and neither one of them is backing down!
SoL: Mortus, you’ve got the fucking title belt, nail them in the face with it!
Cyrus: Fists are faster than weapons, SoL, and I don’t think Mortus has the luxury of time to turn to it! And I think Mortus is slowly getting overwhelmed!
SoL: Those two bastards are double-teaming now… there’s a 3D on the ramp! But who’s going to pin him?
Cyrus: I think we have an answer as Anon kicks Best in the gut and hits the Hidden Agenda on the steel ramp! Anon makes the cover on Mortus, one, two, three! Anon gets the gold at 6 minutes and 15 seconds!
SoL: By the way, have we mentioned that Austin, Ravid and Carpenter are starting to get up over here?
Cyrus: Yes, they’ve recuperated and the three men make their way up the ramp to catch up with all the action!
SoL: It’s now a four way brawl as the three men want and need to get shots in at Anon!
Cyrus: Anon Ehmus, using basic primal instincts to fend off three attackers at once, but he barely makes it as Austin catches him with a huge running STO! And Austin makes the pin! One, two, no, Best kicks Austin and breaks up the attempt!
SoL: But Ravid’s in there with a german suplex to Best!
Cyrus: Though he walks into another Carpenter superkick!
SoL: And Mortus whacks him again in the face with that shovel of his! Everyone’s dropping like flies!
Cyrus: Mortus gives Anon’s prone body a whack on the face with that despicable shovel and makes the pin! One, two, three! Mortus steals the belt back from Anon at 5 minutes and 40 seconds!
SoL: Mortus just keeps standing tall every time!
Cyrus: But Austin is back up and now he’s dueling with Mortus, move for move on the steel of the entrance ramp!
SoL: These two men are going at it like hell! Mortus tries to charge with the title belt but Austin ducks and pulls him in a Flashback!
Cyrus: Austin makes the pin, but no, Mortus kicks out at the count of two! Mortus isn’t making it easy to put him away!
SoL: Wait, Ravid’s charging at them!
Cyrus: Ravid flies and nails a double spear at Austin and Mortus! He’s like a crash-test dummy in there!
SoL: Look at Carpenter!
Cyrus: Andrew Carpenter with another shovel legdrop at all three men! There’s a huge pile of bodies being formed here, damn!
SoL: Best comes in and nails a fucking GOAL to Andrew Carpenter!
Crowd: OLE!
Cyrus: Mortus is getting up too… but wait, he gets a GOAL too for his efforts! And so is Austin! Best is going crazy here!
Crowd: OLE! OLE!
SoL: That Englishman is going batshit right now and if I were him I’d make the pin!
Cyrus: He just gave one to Ravid as well, for good measure!
Crowd: OLE!
Cyrus: And now he makes the pin to Mortus! One, two, three! Gregory Best got the title at 4 minutes and 39 seconds! …And he’s celebrating like crazy!
SoL: But the match ain’t over yet! What’s he going on about!
Cyrus: Anon is getting up now, but Best is too caught up in the moment to notice! Get back in the game, Greg!
SoL: I love it! I may hate Anon Ehmus, but this is fucking ridiculous!
Cyrus: Anon slowly and calmly walks over to Gregory Best… and unceremoniously gives him a neckbreaker sweep! This does not sit well with the fans, but Anon did what he had to do!
SoL: This is fucking funny!
Cyrus: Anon pins Best, one, two, three! He gets the title at 4 minutes and 10 seconds!
SoL: Anon has the title now, and slowly the other guys are getting to their feet, what’s Anon’s plan now? Is he gonna run and take the fight to the back already, or will he milk out the dangerous environment which is the ringside for a few more spots?
Cyrus: Anon just seems to be watching the proceedings here, trying to calculate his next move.
Anon moves over to the stage with the belt, waiting for the other guys to follow him.Cyrus: Mortus and Austin, followed by Ravid and Carpenter, rush to where Anon is, but he’s laying them all out with the title belt!
SoL: Now that’s how it should be fucking done!
Cyrus: Anon continues to stand tall as he plants Mortus’s face on the set and knocks out everyone! Who’s going to get the belt from him now?
SoL: People just keep getting up and Anon keeps knocking them down but wait! Carpenter nails a sweet dropkick to force him to crash on the set!
Cyrus: There’s the opening everyone needs, and Austin comes forward with a cutter as Anon falls down from the impact! Austin makes the cover but Mortus breaks it up!
SoL: Now that idiot Gregory Best is back in the game and I’m sure he’s about to start handing out kicks but Ravid knows better – he dodges one and nails Best with the Mark of Cain! That’ll take care of that for a while!
Cyrus: Austin, Mortus and Carpenter are going at it, each fighting for the chance to pin Anon, but what they don’t realize is that Anon’s getting up!
SoL: Ravid returns to the battlefront and it’s a five-way brawl that is nothing short of fucking pandemonium!
Cyrus: Everyone’s going crazy here, no one has the advantage and there’s no direction at all! Greg Best is back up and he’s joining the chaos!
SoL: People are putting down Anon but no one’s letting anyone pin him!
Cyrus: The six men have divided into two lines of battle!
SoL: Austin tries to hit another Cherry Popper on Anon but he misses and he gets a flying knee for his efforts!
Cyrus: And Anon is just parrying everyone who chooses to fight him! What skill!
SoL: But look at that, Carpenter managed to blindside Anon and nails the Serial Arsonist!
Cyrus: Quick kicks from Carpenter to Mortus and Cain Ravid but he doesn’t escape Gregory Best when he hits him with two fists to the forehead! Best makes the cover on Anon… but Austin breaks it up! And Austin makes the pin! One, two, three! Stolen at 2 minutes and 31 seconds!
SoL: Austin takes the belt and prowls the opposition, just waiting for them to make a move.
Cyrus: Mortus and Ravid are getting up to their feet and it’s another three way brawl as each man want to see the other two down!
SoL: Austin trying his best to fend off his opponents but somewhere in some point, he’s gonna get overwhelmed by the numbers!
Cyrus: Mortus charges but Austin lets him slip past and crash on the set! Best tries to nail a dropkick on Austin but Austin evades! Ravid’s got a hold of Austin however as he reaches up for the Mark of Cain but Anon forces a knee to Ravid’s gut! And Austin manages to escape from a devastating move!
SoL: But he doesn’t manage to escape from the wrath of Anon Ehmus however as the convict nails the Hidden Agenda! And he makes the pin!
Cyrus: Mortus is back and he breaks up the pin with a swift boot to Anon’s head! And Mortus makes the pin himself! One, two, three! Mortus wins the title belt at 1:59!
All of a sudden, Sarah’s voice can be heard on the PA system.Sarah: There are 2 minutes left on the clock! Whoever is left in the ringside area when the clock counts down to zero will be disqualified and eliminated from the match!
Cyrus: I wonder if someone will have to be disqualified!
SoL: If they’ve got brains on their heads, they’d best be moving now!
Gregory Best comes behind Mortus and locks him in a rear naked choke!Cyrus: What is this, Gregory Best trying for more desperate measures and locks Mortus in a rear naked choke!
SoL: That’s an interesting side of Gregory Best that I’d love to see more in VCW, Cyrus! Why does he only do this now?
Cyrus: Because desperate times call for desperate measures! And it seems like Mortus can’t escape!
SoL: How is that possible? And he’s bringing him to the edge of the stage ledge! I thought Mortus was heavier than him?
Cyrus: Doesn’t mean Best doesn’t have the strength to drag Mortus! The other guys are watching this spectacle, it’s like a hostage situation here the way Best has Mortus by the neck!
SoL: I don’t think they want to risk falling over the edge and not getting up in time to move backstage!
Cyrus: That’s understandable, but I don’t think Mortus is about to tap out, even though he’s bleeding profusely!
SoL: The rest of the action has stopped here, interestingly, as the other four men look on at this! Somebody stop this!
Cyrus: Well, someone’s answering your call as Andrew Carpenter steps up forward, kind of hesitantly I might add, I think he may be concocting a plan!
Andrew steps forward, wary. He rears up for a spear and he charges towards Best and Mortus, but Mortus manages to escape from Best’s hold at the very last second as Carpenter spears Best off the stage ledge and into the electrical equipment below, triggering off an explosion and a huge HOLY SHIT chant!SoL: HOOOLY SHIT!
Cyrus: Best and Carpenter may be out for the entire match! Somebody get in there and check it out!
SoL: One referee is heading down there right now, Cyrus, but the match continues – the remaining four men are duking it out right here! They better move on backstage if one of them wants to win a belt!
Cyrus: Mortus tries to fend off attacks from all sides, but is just overwhelmed when Ravid manages to find an opening and picks him up for a Mark of Cain! But Ravid’s walking over to the area near the entrance curtain, and Ravid just damn THROWS Mortus through the curtain!
SoL: The one minute mark has passed and we’re counting down the seconds here, and Austin and Anon are still out here!
Cyrus: The two are getting up, and the two are beating each other down instead of going through the curtain to continue the match!
SoL: I think the both of them have formulated a side game plan; to make the match easier by forcing a disqualification on the other man by not letting him get to the backstage!
Cyrus: That’s smart, but what happened to Mortus and Cain?
SoL: Let’s take a camera back there, shall we?
The feed changes to a camera backstage, showing Mortus’s body after the Mark of Cain through the curtain. Ravid gets down and makes the cover, but the ref is late in arriving backstage, partly due to the fact that Austin and Anon are still fighting on the stage area. The ref makes the cover, but Mortus manages to kick out at the last second!SoL: The title is still Mortus’s!
Cyrus: Mortus kicked out at the last second, and the chaos will continue between him and Ravid backstage, and possibly Austin or Anon, if at least one of them makes it!
The feed returns to Austin and Anon, who are literally outside the curtain, but not letting the other enter.SoL: These two men are LITERALLY holding the other back!
Cyrus: It’s a huge gamble both of them are taking, New Breed, neither one of them is guaranteed to make it if they keep this up! Thirty seconds left on the clock!
SoL: Austin tries to make a break for it but Anon trips him, his fingers barely touching the curtain! The convict gets up to make a run for it too but Austin grabs on to his leg as well, pulling back!
Cyrus: Twenty-three seconds left on the clock, shit, these guys are giving me a fucking anxiety attack! Austin trips Anon too, and the two now decide to have a fist fight!
SoL: These guys are damn crazy! Just get in the damn curtain!
Cyrus: Fifteen seconds on the clock! Huge right hands from both Austin and Anon! Just get in, dammit!
SoL: Ten seconds! They’re risking the chance for the Sanguine Title!
Cyrus: Eight seconds! Anon has got a hold of Austin’s arm, trying to pull him back, trying to make him stay! I think he’s planning for them to go down together!
SoL: Five seconds! Holy shit, tell me this isn’t happening!
The crowd starts counting down from five, four, three, but before they say two, Austin breaks free of Anon’s grasp and hits a dropkick on Anon, using the force of the dropkick to push him through the curtain and into backstage!Cyrus: Two secon- AUSTIN NAILS A DROPKICK AND HE FLIES THROUGH THE CURTAIN! ANON CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!
SoL: HOLY SHIT!
The clock sounds an alarm, signaling the end of the fifteen minutes!Sarah: For remaining in the stage area after the fifteen minute duration, Anon Ehmus is disqualified!
The camera focuses on Anon’s body, showing the looks of pain, anger and disappointment on his face at having been disqualified from the match.Cyrus: Anon Ehmus was so close… but Chris Austin got the better of him.
SoL: I knew the whole holding back thing was only gonna end up like this. It was a stupid idea.
Cyrus: Nevertheless the match carries on behind the scenes as we continue on to the Crimson Dawn card!
SoL: That’s right, we’ve got a battle between two Misfits! One is a self-styled Messiah and the other one is, well, a loathsome bum, but that doesn’t mean he’s good-for-nothing! Drew Michaels versus Trey Spruance, coming up next!
Cyrus: Stay tuned for the rest of Crimson Dawn and the rest of the Minutes to Midnight match!