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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 21:47:27 GMT -5
A video package opens the show, plugging the upcoming PPV, VCW Crimson Dawn. The first shot is of a newborn baby, delivered by the doctor, all covered in blood.
[/i]All life is born in blood. [/center] The next shot is a CGI shot depicting the human anatomy, zooming in to the blood vessels, where red blood cells flow freely along the veins.[/i]
All life depends on blood.
The following shot is a man in a suit on a sidewalk, bleeding profusely from a bullet wound in his chest. The camera pans a bit to the left, where another man can be seen running away from the scene, with what seems to be a gun in his hand.[/i]
Vendettas are begun in blood.
The succeeding shot is of another man with a gun, the camera's POV standing tall. The gun is smoking, showing that it has just been fired.[/i]
Vendettas are settled through blood.
The next clip is a montage of various VCW matches and action that have gone on since 1.1, ending with Craig Christ's victory at the 1.3 main event.[/i]
Everything must come to this.
Another montage of VCW faces appear - Craig Christ, Eric Ares, Chris Austin, Exodus, John Dunn, Thomas Hookton, Magnum, Feyd Brisbane, Cain Ravid, Andrew Carpenter, Gregory Best, Colt Conrad, then finally, Romeo McCoy.[/i]
Glorious amounts of blood will be spilled in a
[/color] [/center] Cyrus: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to VCW Live 1.4, the last stop on the road to our very first PPV, Crimson Dawn! I am the Shadow Master Cyrus and with me tonight as always is - SoL: - the hottest shit, the New Breed, the King of Bling, ain't no man otha than SoL, baby! Cyrus: That's what I was just about to say. SoL: No you weren't, I felt I had to save my introduction. Cyrus: Oh, you're so insecure. Anyway, as I mentioned, this is the last stop on the road to Crimson Dawn and we have got a glut of action scheduled for you tonight! SoL: That's right and I already have my favorite Crimson Dawn match! Cyrus: That's impossible. We've got a rubber match between Eric Ares and Feyd Brisbane as a little sneak preview, if I may, for the Fatal Four-way match, and a tag team match as the sneak preview for the Sanguine title match! SoL: You're forgetting the biggest story tonight, Cyrus. Cyrus: No I didn't, I was saving it for last. Tonight's biggest story, folks, is the unmasking of Exodus. He promised that it was gonna be big, and I can't wait! SoL: That good-for-nothing turned his back on Craig Christ, he's gonna pay for that! Cyrus: Whatever, New Breed. Anyway, let's get on to our first match! Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, this next contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is BMORE! " Zombie Nation - "Zombie Nation" hits as Bmore comes out from behind the curtain, brandishing a “Bmore owns” t-shirt. He approaches the ring and slides into it, posing for the crowd as they cheer him.Cyrus: Here comes VCW’s latest acquisition, Bmore. He has a lot to prove here tonight! SoL: I don’t think Bmore stands a chance here. My bet is on the opponent… who’s just about to enter! Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, introducing the opponent. He is VCW’s own, 13! " Korn - "Killing" hits as 13 comes out. The arena darkens as the vampiric like figure stares out at the crowd. He points towards Bmore in the ring and pulls his hand across his throat, signalling his eminent demise.SoL: 13 is going to walk out of this one the winner. You can bank on it! Cyrus: I wouldn’t take anything away from Bmore. This man may be a rookie in the ring, but he seems confident enough! The referee checks both men for weapons and signals for the match to start. Bmore extends his hand towards 13. 13 pauses… and then extends his hand. As soon as he makes contact with Bmore, however, he pulls him in close and nails him into the ground with a clothesline.Cyrus: That’s underhanded tactics! SoL: It’s a sound game plan, that’s what it is! Cyrus: Bmore is quickly following this up. He grabs Bmore by the neck and quickly applies a sleeper hold. Bmore still looks fresh and quickly fights his way onto his feet. He raises his hand in the air for crowd support. The crowd start clapping, as Bmore pulls his elbow back, nailing 13 in the stomach. He does this a second time, but still 13 does not let go. The third time, 13 relinquishes his hold and Bmore quickly steps aside to nail a kick to the dark figure.Cyrus: Bmore fought out of that predicament there quite fast. He’s grabbing 13 by the head now and with a quick knee to the midsection, gets him to lower his head. Massive DDT by Bmore! SoL: The kid just got lucky. What’s he going to do now? He’s heading towards the top rope! This could be a costly mistake. Cyrus: Or a big leap for him in the match, no pun intended, if he manages to land the move! Bmore goes to the top rope and signals to the crowd, who pops. He waits a few seconds, eyeing 13, and then vaults through the air.Cyrus: 13 lifting his knees up at the last minute! SoL: Awesome ring presence! Cyrus: Wait, 13 is rolling around, clutching his knee. It seems that counter did more harm than good! 13 seems to have hurt his knee. He can barely get to his feet! SoL: Get up 13! Get up! Cyrus: Bmore also getting up now. 13 just punched him in the face! Bmore responds with an uppercut. These men are trading punches now! Bmore now attempting a particularly large shot… but 13 ducking under it. 13 grabbing the arm and immediately irish whipping Bmore towards the corner! SoL: 13 now running in for what looks like an attempted clothesline… but Bmore quickly drops to the mat for a drop toe hold. 13 face just bounced off the turnbuckle! Cyrus: Bmore not giving 13 any time to catch his breath. He just rolled him into a schoolboy! One
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Thre….Cyrus: A kickout by 13. Bmore looking at the referee with a disapproving glance, but not pausing too long as he jumps up and starts stomping away at 13’s injured knee. SoL: Each kick really seems to hurt the vampiric man, as he rolls around with a pained expression. Bmore picks 13 up and hooks his head under his arm. He then grabs the knee raising him up into the air. For a few seconds, he lets the blood flow to his opponent’s head and then slams him into the canvas with a Fisherman suplex.Cyrus: What a fisherman suplex! That’s sure to damage the knee even more! SoL: Come on 13! Fight back! Cyrus: Bmore now running back and bouncing off the ropes. He jumps high into the air and nails a knee drop onto the leg. 13 must be in anguish! Bmore grabs hold of the leg of 13 and locks in a move very similar to the figure four. 13 starts rolling around, trying desperate to escape it.Cyrus: Maybe 13 will be forced to tap here! SoL: He will never tap to Bmore! Never! Cyrus: 13 pulling himself desperately towards the rope. He seems to realize he isn’t going to make it though. The referee asking him whether he’s going to quit. However, he refuses. SoL: Just like I told you! 13 now seems to be rethinking his strategy. He’s slowly starting to roll himself over. Cyrus: Yes, that would make a perfect counter to this submission hold! He’s struggling… he’s almost got it…Yes! 13 has turned it over. Now the submission hold hurts his opponent! SoL: What a guy! Bmore clutching his head in frustration, feeling the pain he had been implementing on his opponent now! Bmore desperately writhes to free himself. Finally, he’s gotten free. 13 now seems to get a second wind. He pushes himself to his feet and as Bmore is up, he hobbles towards him, nailing him into the ground with a clothesline. Bmore getting up quickly, but is met with another clothesline from 13. As Bmore gets up the third time, he takes a few steps back, charging his opponent. However, 13 lowers his head and hits an overhead toss.SoL: 13 is on fire! Cyrus: Indeed he is. He raises Bmore onto his feet and grabs hold of him… what’s he going to do? A belly to belly suplex! As Bmore lies on the floor, 13 rolls over towards him, grabbing his head in his hands! SoL: He’s hitting him straight in the face! It looks like he’s doing it with closed fists too, but the way he’s positioned Bmore the ref can’t notice it. Brilliant! Cyrus: 13 getting up now… he’s waiting patiently for Bmore to get to his feet. As Bmore gets up, 13 immediately jumps and delivers a neckbreaker! SoL: Ha! Bmore is finished. Cyrus: I wouldn’t discount this kid just yet! 13 stalks Bmore, as he waits for him to get up. Bmore gets onto his feet shakily, and as he turns around, is met with a knee from 13’s good leg to the stomach. He doubles over and 13 gets him in position for some deadly maneuvre.Cyrus: We might see the end of the match right here! Bmore desperately struggling though. He just grabbed 13 by the leg. Look at the power of Bmore. He just lifted 13 off his feet, vaulting him overhead into a bridged pin! ONE…
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THRE…NO!SoL: Near pin cover there. Come on 13, bounce back! Cyrus: Bmore and 13 both up now. 13 quickly shoving Bmore back, as he runs towards the ropes. As he comes back… Bmore just jumped with a running knee. 13 is staggering… Bmore grabs hold of 13 and hooks the arms and lifts him up into the air, looking for his finisher.Cyrus: Out of nowhere, Bmore just nailed an ensuguiri, sending 13 crashing down! Bmore heading for the ropes… SoL: Peaking! Bmore just nailed the Peaking! This one should be over! No! ONE!
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THREE!SoL: No! Cyrus: Count up the first win for Bmore! He did it! He beat 13, even with a few doubters present at ringside. SoL: Now I lost my ten bucks I had placed on 13. Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of the match… BMORE! Bmore (3.775 aps + 0.5 avs = 4.275 total)13 (0 aps + 0 aps = 0 total)[/i] " Zombie Nation " by hits again as Bmore celebrates in the ring.Cyrus: The kid earned it tonight! Wait… hold up… who’s that? A figure is seen walking down the entrance ramp. He walks all the way down towards the ring and goes up the steps. Bmore stops his celebration as he notices this new arrival.SoL: That’s… That’s Benjamin Bright! What’s he doing here? Bright:: Bmore, it seems that your timing has been well-conceived. You see, I have yet to find a suitable opponent for Crimson Dawn. Someone that I can… educate, as the word goes. Bmore grabs a microphone.Bmore:Hey man, I just won my first match and I’m busy celebrating. It’s rather rude of you to interrupt! Bright:: So brash and impulsive. You will be a fitting example. Bmore: Hey, shut your trap, man! You want a match at Crimson Dawn? You got one! Bright merely smiles and nods.Bright:: Perfect. Cyrus: Another match added to the Crimson Dawn card! Benjamin Bright vs Bmore! Can’t wait to see it!
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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 22:17:45 GMT -5
The show returns to Magnum who is standing behind a plain background.
Magnum: We on? Okay.
Magnum begins to stare a hole into the camera.
Magnum: I've been told that I need to take this time to promote myself for the Fatal Fourway. Truth is, I'm not much of a man of words, so I'm gonna keep this pretty short and sweet. I would rather step into the ring with the other three men and win.
Magnum: That's how I plan to promote myself. No nonsense. Feyd, Thomas, Ares... I respect you all. Wait, no, I don't respect Ares at all. But when we meet at Crimson Dawn, and when I beat all three of you to become the first VCW champion, it'll be nothing personal. You can bet on it.
Magnum then walks off-screen.
Blasts of red pyros erupt from the stage as Van Halen’s “Eruption” begins to play and the Great Nodnarb emerges from the back running to the ring in breakneck speed. He checks his watch and shouts “ten” to the cheering crowd.
Sarah: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from that place over there, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds, the GREAAAAT... NOOOOOODNARB!!!
SoL: Welcome back to VCW, ladies and gentlemen, while we try to get this sorry excuse for a match-up over with.
Cyrus: I don’t see what’s degrading about the Great Nodnarb facing off with iSav tonight. I know you’d like iSav.
SoL: But it’s... boring. This isn’t a match for any marbles.
Cyrus: That’s so narrow-minded of you, SoL.
As "War Is All We Know" takes over Van Halen and begins to play, the arena is bathed in a black light while screaming could be heard accompanying the Heavy Metal, as iSav comes out carrying a body bag with his opponent's name on it. He then enters the ring and taunts to his opponent with the bag and cackles.
Sarah: And his opponent, from the Dark Side of Your Mind, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is the Wendigo... IIIIIISAAAAAV!!!
SoL: This beast iSav is only gonna curbstomp the Fake Nodnarb. Why do we bother with these formalities anyway?
Cyrus: Just because he’s a beast doesn’t mean it’s an automatic victory. I don’t even think he’s won any matches in VCW yet.
SoL: He’ll win one if he wants to have mercy on his opponents.
Cyrus: Right.
The bell rings and iSav lunges at Nodnarb, who ducks. This goes on for a while until iSav finally hits the mark and nails a spear on the masked man and rains blows on his head while mounting him... the manly way.
Cyrus: Nodnarb was a little dodgy there but iSav’s got him now and I must say, he’s not wasting any time here!
SoL: iSav doing this the way it should be done – quickly and brutally.
Cyrus: iSav’s just manhandling the smaller Nodnarb. There’s a huge powerbomb and muscle meets mat, there’s the cover! One, two, th- Nodnarb’s got the shoulder up!
SoL: If this “match” continues, the Fake Nodnarb will not have that luxury for much longer, he either has to concede or find a way to stymie the offense of the wendigo here.
Cyrus: You may have spoken too soon as the Great Nodnarb manages to get out of that impending sidewalk slam and there’s the russian legsweep and the Great Nodnarb managing to find an opening that leads to a respite, but we don’t know for how long this grace period would last.
SoL: I predict it’s not gonna last very long as eventually “Knobnarb” is just gonna run into the brick wall that is iSav.
Cyrus: Impressive looking running dropkick by Great Nodnarb here and I think his personal strategy is to keep the bigger man on the ground... there’s the moonsault! He makes the cover! One, no, iSav just hauled him over his head!
SoL: Told you, Cyrus, Nodnarb is nothing to iSav. He can curbstomp him right now but we’re just banning that for fear that he might actually kill him before anyone could come down to stop them!
Cyrus: Well, we could stop them. We are just retired wrestlers, after all.
SoL: Why would I stop something entertaining like that?
Cyrus: Bastard. iSav grounds Nodnarb with a hard-hitting DDT and he hooks the leg, one, two, Nodnarb kicked out!
SoL: He’s just decimating the little retard there and quite frankly... I almost feel sorry for him.
Cyrus: Really?
SoL: No.
Cyrus: Bastard.
SoL: Gotcha.
Cyrus: iSav getting a little frustrated here as he doesn’t seem to be able to put away the Great Nodnarb. I think he went in here thinking it would be easy, but he’s proving to be more resilient than we thought.
SoL: He’s still got that mindset though, it’s only gonna be a matter of time before he can hit his finisher and finally put this guy away. And when he does, it’s gonna send a message to that other retard Captain Courage about messing with him.
Cyrus: iSav whips Nodnarb into the ropes and he’s really laying a smackdown on the smaller guy with those shots to the face.
SoL: Those fists are like small bowling balls, Cyrus, they can never be good for your bone structure at all.
Cyrus: iSav has the strength of his wendigo self, it’s probably safe to assume that he possesses more strength than a normal human, and those fists wouldn’t take long to break those cheekbones.
SoL: That’s true and Nodnarb is just taking a beating out here. There’s a kick, but that’s not gonna tame this beast.
Cyrus: iSav going for a superplex... but Nodnarb pushes him off! This may just be the opening he needs!
SoL: And the beast is not happy about that! But... what the hell?
Cyrus: It’s Captain Courage! It’s Captain Courage! He’s coming down here to try and even the odds!
SoL: That only cements iSav’s dominance! It takes two guys to take him down!
Captain Courage grabs iSav’s leg from the outside, distracting him.
Cyrus: Captain Courage is grabbing iSav’s leg!
SoL: That’s downright dastardly! Get this idiot out of ringside, ref!
Cyrus: Captain Courage drops iSav’s neck on the ropes, Great Nodnarb is just perched up there on the top rope, stalking iSav! And there’s a 450 splash by the Great Nodnarb! He makes the cover, one, two, three!
SoL: No! Not this way!
Sarah: And here is your winner, the GREEEEEATT NOOOODNAAAAARB!!!
Great Nodnarb (3.55 aps + 0.35 avs = 3.9 total) iSav (0 aps + 0.1 avs = 0.1 total)[/i]
Cyrus: And Captain Courage is getting into the ring with a mic.
SoL: What does he have to say now? He already ruined this match.
CC: Congrats, Nodnarb man, I knew you were gonna win. I’ve also got word from Craig Christ himself about the triple threat match at Crimson Dawn.
Cyrus: He does?
SoL: He does?
CC: That’s right, I do. Craig Christ informed me that the winner of our triple threat match at Crimson Dawn will get a shot at the Sanguine Championship at 2.1!
Cyrus: Really? What an interesting development!
SoL: It just gives the three guys something more to tear their skin out for.
CC: So, uh, Nodnarb man, I’m sorry, but, uh...
CC turns around to face the Great Nodnarb, but is met by a superkick! iSav gets back into the ring and starts brawling with Nodnarb, and pretty soon it descends into a three-way brawl!
Cyrus: These three men have descended into anarchy!
SoL: All of this is far more interesting than the match we just saw!
Cyrus: But how about it, folks, the triple threat match at Crimson Dawn between these three men will now be for a shot at the much-hyped Sanguine Championship! How about them apples!
SoL: What the hell did you just say?
Cyrus: Shut up, SoL, I’m excited.
SoL: Well as we watch these three dudes fight it out and probably try to draw some blood, we’ll take a short break and have a word from our sponsors.
Cyrus: We’ll be back with more VCW action, don’t change the channel!
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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 22:25:50 GMT -5
The Ring of Fire stage is set up, and "Revolution Deathsquad" by DragonForce plays on the PA system as Andrew Carpenter walks down the ramp with his now-trademark torch raised high in the air. He climbs into the ring, steps inside the literal ring of fire and begins to speak.
Carpenter: WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE, LITERALLY, HOTTEST TALK SHOW IN PRO WRESTLING, THIS... IS... THE RING OF FIYAH!!!
SoL: The ring of fiyah!
Cyrus: Right.
Carpenter: Now the talk of the town isn't about the VCW Heavyweight Championship anymore. No, that's old news. Right now, where it's happening at is the brand new, as of yet uncrowned, and ultracool Sanguine Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Cyrus: Does the Pyro have any info on the Sanguine title?
SoL: I'm sure he does, Cyrus, I'm sure he does!
Carpenter: First of all, there are six men in that match, but we'll get to that later. Right now, I'm gonna tell you what I got from ol' Craig Christ himself about the actual match. He tells me it's gonna be a Minutes to Midnight match!
Cyrus: Minutes to Midnight? I don't think I've heard of such a match before.
SoL: Just shut up and listen then!
Carpenter: This match is gonna run from somewhere around the beginning of the pay-per-view until before the main event! Whoever has the title at the end of the match is the new VCW Sanguine Champion!
Cyrus: It's gonna be one hell of a match, then!
SoL: It's gonna be brutal!
Carpenter: First, the title can only change hands by first blood, but if the current holder is already wearing a crimson mask, he can be pinned or made to submit!
SoL: Oh yes, there will be blood!
Cyrus: Lame cliche, but I have to agree with ya!
Carpenter: And now, the participants! Well, you've got myself, Mr. Cain Ravid, Benedict Phoenix, and Gregory Best so far... we're missing two more, aren't we?
The crowd pops for the faces mentioned on the list.
Carpenter: So Christ told me that Anon Ehmus and Chris Austin were added to the match! How about that!
The crowd pops for Anon Ehmus. Suddenly, "We are the Champions" by Queen begins to play on the arena speakers and out comes Gregory Best with a mic!
Carpenter: Yeah, what can I do for you?
Best: Nothing, really, I'm just out here to express my appreciation at the chance to finally beat your brains in!
Carpenter: Beat my brains in, huh? Come on, Kicks, I'd like to see you come down here and even try!
Best: Oh, you want me to come down, huh? Oh, I will, but not before I ask a buddy of mine to help. (Turns to the back) Hey, Benedict, this guy's asking for a fight!
"The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance plays and out comes Benedict Phoenix with a chip on his shoulder, and eventually he and Gregory Best make their way down the ring. Andrew Carpenter douses the ring of fire to prepare for the incoming brawl.
Best and Phoenix climb into the ring and begin beating down Carpenter, but all of a sudden Cain Ravid enters the ring from the audience and evens out the odds!
Cyrus: Woah, this thing has turned into an all-out brawl! Ref, I think it's time to ring the bell!
SoL: Yeah, I think it's better off that way!
The ref rings the bell and two other officials get into the ring to put the two teams under control, eventually managing to put them in their separate corners.
Cyrus: And we’re not going to waste any time getting into this one as we finally have things under control by the referee Andrew Carpenter starting things off with Gregory Best.
SoL: You’ve gotta think that Carpenter is going to want to use that torch sometime throughout the course of this match up.
Cyrus: He is a sick man.
SoL: I know I love this shit!
Cyrus: The two men now lock up and Best simply pushes Carpenter into the corner. Best charges at Carpenter but Andrew is able to avoid Best.
SoL: Carpenter is very quick and very smart as we just saw there.
Cyrus: Carpenter now charging at Best in the corner and hits his with a Running Knee Lift! Now Carpenter is stomping on Best in the corner and he is just taking it to him right now. Carpenter now dragging Best to his feet, Carpenter wrenches the arm of Best and tags in Cain Ravid. Ravid with a punch to the open ribs of Best and he now goes to work.
SoL: So far we’re seeing some good teamwork between Ravid and Carpenter.
Cyrus: They’re flowing together quite nicely in the opening minutes of this bout. Ravid now wrenches Best’s arm and is now chopping the chest of Gregory Best.
SoL: He isn’t stopping either, Best is turning beat red from those chops!
Cyrus: And now Ravid has him up…Suplex by Cain Ravid onto Gregory Best. Ravid now tags Carpenter back in. Carpenter ascending to the top turnbuckle now and he leaps!!! NO ONE’S HOME!! He went for a shooting star press but only found the canvas as Gregory Best moved out of the way!
SoL: Oh my god he’s gotta have the wind knocked out of him. Did you see how high he got in the air?!?! He was like a god damn bird!!!
Cyrus: Best with a tag NOW HERE COME BENEDICT PHOENIX!! Clothesline to Carpenter, and Phoenix now runs over and punches Ravid off the apron, Phoenix now lifting Carpenter and….HIT’S HIM WITH A HUUUUGE POWERBOMB THAT SHOOK THE WHOLE BUILDING!!!
SoL: He kept Carpenter locked up and now he has him in a pin!!
Cyrus: One, two, Andrew kicks out of the power bomb after two! There is still a whole lot more to go in this match. Phoenix now lifting Carpenter to his feet, irish whip sending Carpenter into the ropes. Rebound off the ropes and Carpenter with a clothesline, Phoenix ducks the clothesline and catches Carpenter with a Full Nelson.
SoL: He’s got that locked in right in the middle of the ring! Carpenter you need to get to the ropes man!!
Cyrus: Phoenix has that full nelson applied about as tight as it can go right now!! Carpenter is fighting it but he seems to be fading!
SoL: He needs to try and work his way over to Cain Ravid so he can tag him in, that would be his only hope right now. I don’t know of very many people who can break this hold once they’ve been in it for this long.
Cyrus: Carpenter still locked in the full nelson and you can see the anguish on his face as he desperately tries to inch his way to the corner.
SoL: But the dumbass is going to the wrong corner! Andrew!! Ravid is the other way!! He’s out of it Cyrus, done!
Cyrus: Carpenter still now trying to get to the corner. He’s there and…CARPENTER KICKS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND USING THE MOMENTUM FLIPS OVER PHOENIX’S HEAD AND DROPS PHOENIX WITH A REVERSE DDT!!!
SoL: Innovation at its finest!! I never doubted him for a second!
Cyrus: Now the race is on as both men begin to inch towards their respective partners.
SoL: Whoever gets tagged first will be coming in there with a full head of steam. And a lot of momentum.
Cyrus: Both men on the apron’s are chomping at the bit to get in the ring… Phoenix makes it first and tags in Best just before Ravid is tagged in. Best runs to Ravid and nails him with a clothesline. Best turns and nails Carpenter with a clothesline. Ravid is up again and goes for a clothesline on Best…
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Cyrus: Best ducks the clothesline and nails Ravid with a vicious DDT. Carpetner now back to his feet and Gregory Best gives him a thunderous dropkick sending him straight to the outside!
SoL: What did Carpenter even do!? He was just trying to get out of the ring and gets dropkicked?
Cyrus: Yeah, I’m sure that’s all Carpenter was going to do is get up and out of the ring.
SoL: Does he look like a guy that would cheat in anyway shape or form?
Cyrus: Yeah SoL… He does. Regardless of that Gregory Best is climbing up the turnbuckle right now as we speak!! This crowd is electric. Gregory leaps…..DIVING HEADBUTT FINDS ITS MARK RIGHT ON THE HEAD OF CAIN RAVID!!!
SoL: Cyrus that man was halfway across the ring and he nailed him with a picture perfect diving head butt… steroids… its gotta be.
Cyrus: I don’t think that has anything to do with it but Best is now covering Ravid one, two, th… NO!! Ravid kicks out at two and a half!!!
SoL: Watch out Ravid, Best just went in to his Brazilian Stance. Looks like he’s about to go for a GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAALLLl!!!! I love that.
Cyrus: Ravid is slowly but surely making his way up as Gregory Best is measuring him for that vicious kick to the head. Ravid is now slouched over giving Best the perfect opportunity, Best now going to rebound off the ropes BUT ANDREW CARPENTER PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE SENDING GREGORY BEST DOWN TO THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!
SoL: What a move Cyrus, what a move!! He saw that his partner was in trouble so he took matters into his own hands!
Cyrus: This match is out of control now as Carpenter is hammering Best with lefts and rights to the head. And look now in the ring Phoenix and Ravid are now going at it!! Phoenix and Ravid are straight up brawling trading lefts and rights with each other and the crowd is loving the sight of these two men beating the living hell out of each other! Back on the outside now Carpenter is pummeling Gregory Best and he simply throws him head first into the steal guard rail!
SoL: Now what’s Carpenter doing he’s looking for something under the ring.
Cyrus: Nevermind that, back in the ring Phoenix now has Ravid in a headlock which Ravid is now desperately trying to fight out of. The ref doesn’t even know who the legal men are he’s just let this match get completely out of control. Ravid shoves Phoenix off of him sending Phoenix into the ropes, Phoenix rebounds off the ropes and Ravid with a drop toe hold hanging Phoenix up on the ropes who is now dazed in between the ropes.
SoL: OH GOD! CARPENTER HAS A CAN OF KEROSENE AND HIS TORCH!!!
Cyrus: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! ANDREW CARPENTER WITH THE HELP OF THE KEROSENE JUST SPIT THE FIRE FROM HIS TORCH IN BENEDICT PHOENIX’S FACE!!!! PHOENIX NOW TURNING RIGHT INTO RAVID. RAVID SETTING HIM UP AND HE HIT’S THE MARK OF CAIN THIS ONE IS ALL BUT OVER. ONE, TWO, THREE!!!!!!!
Sarah: Here are your winners Cain Ravid and Andrew Carpenter!!!!
Cain Ravid & Andrew Carpenter (4.225 aps + 0 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.525 total) Benedict Phoenix & Gregory Best (0 aps + 3.9 aps + 0.1 avs = 4 total)
Cyrus: Look at this now, Carpenter isn’t finished. Now he’s bringing Gregory Best into the ring and he’s going to try and burn him with that torch!! He’s asking Ravid to hold Best…
SoL: Wait a minute now what’s this!? Here comes Anon Ehmus to even things up a bit! But he’s followed closely by Chris Austin!
Cyrus: Anon in the ring now coming to the aid of Gregory Best but Chris Austin is right behind him and before Anon can even do anything Austin is there laying in on Anon Ehmus.
SoL: You could say that he…raped? Anon Ehmus of an opportunity to save Gregory Best?
Cyrus: Uhm…Sure. Now Austin and Carpenter are double teaming on Anon Ehmus as Gregory Best rolls out of the ring. Austin and Carpenter now thrown Anon Ehmus over the top rope and onto the floor! And Ravid still has not moved and Carpenter is yelling at him trying to get him to explain why he was of no help!
SoL: I don’t think Ravid appreciates the way he’s being talked to right now.
Cyrus: And he just proved that with a shove to Carpenter and now he turns and clocks Chris Austin right in the jaw with a right hook!!! Now Ravid turns and…CARPENTER JUST LEVELED CAIN RAVID IN THE FACE WITH THAT TOURCH!!! SOMEONE TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM THIS PYROMANIAC!!!
SoL: That’s two people that have been tourched today Cyrus!!
Cyrus: Carpenter is out of control!! Wait a minute…Andrew better watch his back Chris Austin is measuring him up…Carpenter turns…RCKO!!! RCKO!!! AUSTIN JUST HIT THE RCKO ONTO ANDREW CARPENTER!!! And we have got ourselves one hell of a situation here ladies and gentlemen.
SoL: This has escalated into an all out war between these men.
Cyrus: It's all for the Sanguine title, too!
SoL: There will be blood!
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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 22:32:25 GMT -5
We come back from commercial break to a video package, detailing the current feud between Romeo McCoy and Craig Christ that has rocked VCW from the very beginning.
The Vendetta.
A bitter, destructive feud.[/center]
Romeo: I'M NOT ON THE SHOW!
Craig: No, Juliet, I don't see any good reason to book a pill-popping floozie like you!
Romeo: You won't, huh?
Craig: Do I have to say it again?
Romeo: That makes one thing clear.
Craig: That you're an idiot?
Romeo: That you don't hold the fans' interests at hand.
Craig: What makes you think they're even interested in you?
Romeo: You see, Craig, you're afraid. You're afraid that once you book me, I'll be on such a hot streak that your chances at the title you're breastfeeding right now are lessened. Know what? I'll give you a better reason to be afraid.
Competitors will stop at no lengths to gain retribution...
Ahriman and Exodus again start attacking the two fallen figures, when somebody suddenly burst through the entrance ramp and heads towards the ring.
Cyrus: It’s Romeo McCoy! He and Craig had words tonight!
SoL: I don’t think this is a particularly smart move by Romeo here. I mean, he’s outnumbered three to one!
Romeo gets into the ring and immediately starts swinging fists at Craig. He beats the General Manger back into the turnbuckle and continues to hail down the punches. Finally, Exodus swings the chair at him and knocks him out.
Craig: You have just signed your Death warrant, Mr. McCoy! Take care of him!
They will stoop to levels thought impossible to get ahead...
From the top of the entrance ramp, Romeo McCoy runs down.
SoL: Hey, wait, what’s going on here?
Cyrus: It’s Romeo McCoy! Romeo McCoy is running down to the ring and sliding in!
SoL: Damnit Exodus, turn around and look out!
As Exodus turns, Romeo charges in and nails him to the ground with a spear. He gets up and takes a few steps backward, running in for a punt-kick to Exodus head. Exodus quivers, but tries to push himself back up again. Once again McCoy runs in with a puntkick, and Exodus falls to the floor. Romeo motions for a microphone.
Romeo: You see, Craig? Your little minions are just flesh and bone. Catch them by surprise and a kick to the head keeps them down. I’ve had just about enough of this god-damn foolishness. I want to know who my opponent for 1.3 is, and I want to know NOW!
Several seconds pass, as Romeo waits in the ring. Suddenly, “Craig” by Stephen Lynch hits as Craig steps out. He shakes his head at Romeo.
Craig: Must you take everything so… personally? You’re shaking with rage. Or is that fear?
Romeo: Fuck you Craig.
Craig: Hah! I don’t swing that way. I think you can call up Sam & Max, though. Anyway, you truly want to know who you’re 1.3 opponent is? Allow me to introduce you to him… in fact… he’s standing right behind you.
While Craig has been keeping Romeo occupied, Erich Ahreman has stepped into the ring with a chair. As Romeo turns, the chair is swung viciously, planting Romeo to the ground.
Craig: At 1.3, it will be Romeo McCoy vs Erich Ahreman!
Ahreman stands over the fallen figure of Romeo McCoy and laughs maniacally, but a face suddenly appears on the titantron. The vision is so dark that the figure is barely more than a shadow.
In a time of new beginnings… Champions will be born… Heroes will surface… Villains will rise… Ahriman leaves the office. No sooner does he close the door when a lead pipe connects with the back of his head! The camera pans to reveal the image of Romeo McCoy holding the lead pipe and standing over Ahriman!Romeo: That's for punking me out, bitch! He continues his beatdown and all the ruckus prompts Craig Christ to check out all the commotion and is surprised to see the scene happening outside his office!Craig: Hey, hey, hey! What the fuck is going on here! Romeo: Oh, hey, Craig, just a little payback! See you later, bitch! Craig: Hold on, Romeo, I don't think you'll want to leave just yet! Romeo: Yeah? Why is that? Craig: Look behind you. Romeo: Huh? Craig: Come on, do it. If you dare. Romeo turns around to see a fuming mad Colt Conrad.Romeo: Colt? Colt: YOU CALLED ME DUMB! Colt proceeds to beat up on Romeo McCoy.Craig: Ha, ha! This is damn priceless! Now since you took out Mr. Ahriman over here, I think I should leave you and your NEW opponent for next week for now! Have fun, kids! Craig closes the door and the camera focuses on Colt Conrad's beatdown on Romeo McCoy.[/color] Each man will set forth upon the path of destiny and search for their apotheosis.
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!
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!
The Vendetta cannot be contained.
[/i] At the end of the vignette, the shot cuts to one of a smirking Romeo McCoy, leaning on the rope and watching the video package, with a mic on his hand. Now he turns to the audience and raises his mic to his mouth, but before saying anything he reached for his bottle of pills and takes two.Romeo: Now, would you look at that. Romeo vs. Jesus on Crimson Dawn! I'm so excited, I can't wait! The crowd pops.Romeo: In fact, I'm so giddy about this that I'd like to take the time to ask Craig fuckin' Christ if he could kindly get his ass down here and accept my informal-turned-formal challenge! The crowd pops even further.SoL: Is he serious? He wants a fight right now? Cyrus: Seems so, SoL. The question is, will Christ actually take the time to respond? And probably say yes? SoL: I hope he does! Romeo: Come on, Craig, if I knew you better, I'd say you're gonna send a lackey to do your job at Crimson Dawn anyway, you'd probably do it again tonight, and since I'm not booked yet AGAIN, I'm asking for action! Any action! Come on! SoL: Any action? Cyrus: No homo. SoL: You speak for him now? Cyrus: I'm sure he'd meant to say that. Romeo: Come on, Craig, I'm waiting... Beats pass and suddenly "Craig" by Stephen Lynch plays on the arena. Romeo gets an evil grin on his face when his prayer is answered. Craig Christ comes out from the back, mic in hand.Christ: You know what, Romeo, you're right about me. I won't have to go down myself to do my job. You said you wanted action? Romeo: You got that right. Christ: You seriously want action? Romeo: I didn't ask you to come down here to play 20 questions, Jesus, I want to beat you or one of your lackeys up. Who do you have for me? Ahriman? He had that accident, so we weren't able to have a go at it, you know... Christ: You'll get someone, Romeo. I'm making this an official match. Ref, ring the damn bell, and Fuego, get your ass out here! Romeo, I'll see you at Crimson Dawn! "Hope" by Rush plays on the speakers and the masked warrior Fuego Mistico wastes no time in running down the ramp and into the ring. The bell is rung and the two men begin the action!SoL: Christ called an audible and now we've got a match on our hands! How great is this, Cyrus? Cyrus: If I remember correctly, this was Romeo's idea, but what the hell, that doesn't make it less exciting! Romeo is coming at Fuego Mistico with lots of forearms and elbows and there's a huge butterfly suplex! SoL: Now don't be deceived by Fuego's size, Cyrus, I'm sure this man is faster than a speeding bullet, Romeo won't know what hit him! Cyrus: I don't doubt it at all, SoL, but right now Romeo, the technical genius that he is, is in control of this matchup! SoL: Okay, now you're just sucking his cock. Cyrus: No, that's your job. Romeo grounding Fuego Mistico in a body scissors, not wasting any time and trying to suck the life out of Fuego Mistico. SoL: But he won't be tapping out so soon. I'm guessing the Aztec blood in him gives him godly endurance. Cyrus: Hopefully, as I want to see a longer match take place, even if Romeo doesn't want it that way! SoL: Okay look at that, Fuego's trying to get up! Cyrus: Fuego Mistico's summoning all his strength and he's trying to get up! He seems to be trying to twist his body, and... SoL: Eye poke! Cyrus: Dastardly move by the Aztec Warrior as he finally breaks free of the vicegrip Romeo had on his upper body. SoL: Finally, Fuego has a chance to shine. Cyrus: Since you put it so nicely. Fuego Mistico putting a new twist on lucha libre offense that hasn't been seen since the heyday of Rey Mysterio; I think he's trying to breed the high-flyer style with the technical submission style that is Romeo's forte. SoL: Now that's what I like about you, Cyrus. You can suck other cock too. Cyrus: Shut up, I'm only trying to make things interesting because you can't. SoL: That's not what your momma said. Cyrus: Man, do we have to go there? SoL: The conversation came to it. Cyrus: Fuego Mistico with a rolling headscissors to Romeo and now bridging it with a surfboard hold, but Romeo manages to escape! Fuego back with a senton flip to... a DDT! That was amazing! SoL: Hell yeah it was, I don't think Romeo's getting up from that one any time soon, see, Fuego makes the pin! Cyrus: One, two, t- no, Romeo got a leg up in the nick of time! And now that wily Aztec springboards onto Romeo's back... but I think Romeo just gained his momentum, and dropped Fuego on his back like a sort of desperation Celtic Cross! SoL: He got lucky! Cyrus: I think Romeo wants to end this quickly as he's going behind that rope, I think he's planning to go big! Romeo jumps up on the rope and springboards, twisting his body for the Air Mail, but Fuego jumps up and hits a dropkick in time to hit Romeo mid-air!Cyrus: And Fuego just nullified that incoming Air Mail from Romeo McCoy! SoL: Boy, what can't this warrior do? Cyrus: A second-rope leg drop by Fuego onto the neck of Romeo and I don't think that felt like a pile of pillows. SoL: Of course not. What a leg drop really does is help in the compression of the spinal column and crush your throat with the pressure. Cyrus: Now Fuego takes a running knee to the back of Romeo and turns it into a single knee backbreaker! SoL: Fuego's just taking it to him, isn't he? He's just destroying him out there! Cyrus: That seems to be the case, and now he's going up the top rope and... senton! But... no, Romeo catches him and there's a powerbomb! Romeo just finds ways to turn things around! SoL: No! Cyrus: Leg drop now from Romeo, Romeo now the one positioning to get in control and there's a knee breaker from Romeo, he's really leveling down the legs. SoL: And I have to admit that that's gonna be dangerous for Fuego as his main tactic is to fly around the ring like a bee. Cyrus: Now Romeo sends Fuego to the corner there, I think we're about to see this match in High Definition... SoL: Don't you ever get tired of your stupid cliches? Cyrus: Well now, I have to spice things up, you know? Anyway, Romeo now setting Fuego up... hooks the arms... but I think he's encountered a little difficulty there, what's happening? SoL: I think Fuego's trying to counter him here. Go Fuego! Eventually Fuego manages to push Romeo down, sending him to the outside, right in front of the announce table!Cyrus: Fuego pushed Romeo to the outside, he may have been knocked out! SoL: It had to come to this, Cyrus, now Fuego's coming to seal the deal! Cyrus: Fuego Mistico going over to the Spanish table and suplexing Romeo, but Romeo manages to find a way to land on his feet! Fuego can't believe it! Romeo tries to recuperate on the announce table, and Fuego is looking around wildly, seemingly thinking of a last-minute plan of some sort. Finally, he goes up on the apron and up on the adjacent turnbuckle!Cyrus: What the... what is Fuego thinking here? Romeo, look up! SoL: He's gonna finish this one way or the other! Fuego turns and does a moonsault on Romeo, but misses by quite the distance and catches Romeo on a lungblower, destroying the Spanish announce table in the process!Cyrus: OH MY GOD! THAT... THAT MOVE BY FUEGO JUST DESTROYED THE TABLE! THE TWO OF THEM MUST BE KNOCKED OUT! SoL: This is fucking exciting! Cyrus: GET IN THERE, REF! The referee comes down to inspect the damage and check up on Romeo and Fuego, who don't seem to be responding to the referee.Cyrus: BY GOD, I THINK THEY'RE KNOCKED OUT! SoL: God... know that I think about it, Craig Christ is a genius! Cyrus: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? SoL: Craig Christ sent out Fuego here... because he knew he would stop to nothing to deal considerable damage to Romeo! Cyrus: DAMN THAT CRAIG CHRIST! IF THAT WAS THE POINT, THEN THE PLAN WAS WELL-CARRIED OUT! SoL: I know, it's a real genius plan! Cyrus: We'll have to cut to commercial here, there ain't nothing to see anymore, we'll be back folks with an update on these two men right after the break!
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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 22:46:20 GMT -5
We are back to the plain background and room seen earlier in Magnum's promo, but this time it is Sir Feyd Brisbane's turn to speak.
Feyd: There are many evils in this world.
Feyd: People need a savior to save themselves from the various villains that walk this earth. A hero, you may say. A champion.
Feyd: And I feel that I am one of the only righteous heroes in VCW. One of the heroes that has a shot for the VCW Championship.
Feyd: I am committed to vanquishing evil, to protect the world in the name of freedom and justice. I am a crusader. And the first part of my journey, my crusade towards ridding the world of evil is to be the ultimate champion.
Feyd: This is why I will best three other men for this honor. This is why I will win. This is why I will become VCW Champion.
Cyrus: We've just got word that both McCoy and Fuego Mistico are all right, but technically they're out of commission for tonight.
SoL: So how is that being all right?
Cyrus: I mean it wasn't anything serious.
SoL: Oh.
”Break the Walls Down” by R.A. and the Rugged Men begin on the arena PA system as gold pyros erupt from the top of the titantron and the figure of Chris Austin emerges from the back. Heavy boos and cries of “rapist!” emanate from the audience, but Chris only smirks and seems to soak up the negativity of the crowd, which seems ready to throw projectiles if only for the huge men standing behind the barriers as security. Austin slowly makes his way down the ring as he also taunts various members of the audience.
Sarah: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the Radical, CHRIIIIS... AUUUUSTIIIIN!!!
SoL: Cyrus. I rarely say this, but I can honestly tell you that that man walking down to the ring right there, Chris Austin, is destined to be a top star here in VCW.
Cyrus: Oh really, SoL? And what makes you hot for Chris Austin?
SoL: This is serious business, Cyrus. Chris Austin is cunning. He’s technically sound. He’s got that determination that is unrivaled by anyone in this fed right now.
Cyrus: Why don’t you just shut up and admit that you like him because he’s a rapist.
SoL: What? That would be uncouth!
Cyrus: You like the fact that he’s a bad guy and he doesn’t deny it.
SoL: Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Takes a man’s man to be a real jackass.
Cyrus: Sure. You know what I think? I think Chris Austin is despicable, frankly, I think he should be in jail if he really did what he says he did.
SoL: He didn’t do it.
Austin climbs into the ring, gets on a turnbuckle and taunts the audience, causing them to boo him even more, if such a thing was even possible. Just then, Chiodos’s “The Undertaker’s Thirst for Revenge is Unquenchable” takes center stage as silver and gold pyro burst from everywhere on the stage and Magnum comes out to the adulation of the crowd!
Sarah: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, he is MAAAAAAGNUUUUUM!!!
Cyrus: And here comes Magnum!
SoL: Yeah, yeah.
Cyrus: He is one of the participants in the main event for Crimson Dawn; a fatal four-way for the uncrowned VCW championship. If he manages to beat Chris Austin tonight, it’s gonna add to his momentum, but if the opposite happens, it’s a win Austin can be proud of.
SoL: That’s true – let’s look at the statistics here, Austin needs this win more, so you can have no doubts that he will be doing anything in his power to get it.
Cyrus: Oh, I truly hope he doesn’t do everything in his power.
SoL: A real man would expect nothing less.
The bell rings and the two men circle the ring. Eventually, Magnum manages to get Chris Austin into a lock-up.
Cyrus: And Magnum opens the match with a good lock-up. It may be too early to tell, but Magnum may just be dictating the flow of this match.
SoL: Chris Austin better get out of there if he wants to fight, lest Magnum will just debilitate him with a good, well-placed hold.
Cyrus: Back to the turnbuckle and the referee has to break up the hold, there’s a count to five, and Magnum lets go at four. Chris Austin gets back in the game but is only met by a body slam by Magnum!
SoL: Magnum making the cover but he shouldn’t have thought about it, Chris Austin manages to escape anyway. What a twat.
Cyrus: Magnum gets Austin up with a suplex, but no, he escapes and look at that, he downs Magnum with a hard fist, I think it was a real fist there!
SoL: Does it really matter? A fist is a fist is a fist.
Cyrus: Come on, SoL, you know better than anyone that closed fists are illegal!
SoL: A great guy once said that if the ref didn’t see it, it’s not cheating! Now look at that, Austin is in control!
Cyrus: Arm drags abound as Austin doesn’t plan on giving Magnum a fighting chance here!
SoL: Well of course not, he has to dominate the match. Austin jumps and there’s a sweet-looking corkscrew neckbreaker! He just planted Magnum on the mat!
Cyrus: And now Austin is taking the time to give the audience a little piece of his mind – and that just entails the audience to give back theirs. This place is drowning in boos!
SoL: These people don’t appreciate the greatness that is Chris mothafuckin’ Austin, Cyrus.
Cyrus: No one does. Except you.
SoL: And that makes me damn well smarter than everybody here.
Cyrus: Yeah, right. There’s Austin now, stalking Magnum and he strikes with a floatover DDT! And now he’s unceremoniously stomping on Magnum!
SoL: That’s how it’s done, Cyrus.
Cyrus: Now Chris Austin is, for lack of a better word, just killing him out there. Clothesline after clothesline, it seems Magnum can only fall down here.
SoL: That’s how you do it. You ground your opponent, give him no chance to stabilize and get back to a working vertical base. Take the legs off him.
Cyrus: He’s whipped Magnum and looking to hit something big, but no, Magnum counters and he hits a big uranage slam on Chris Austin to get back in the game! And follows it up with a big standing moonsault!
SoL: The question on everyone’s minds is, can Magnum keep this up long enough to pull out the victory? And I’m willing to give the answer. The answer is no, he won’t.
Cyrus: Bold prediction to make, SoL. Magnum sending Austin bouncing off the ropes and now he comes back with a sweet-looking crossbody to plant Austin on the ground! He makes the cover! One, two, no, Austin got a shoulder up!
SoL: Chris Austin is not giving up that easily. It’s just too early and it’s just not like him at all.
Cyrus: The resilience in both these men is astounding, SoL. Magnum now goes for a fireman’s carry here, but no, Austin slithers out of the grip and he’s got him on a headlock backbreaker. And it seems, from out of sheer frustration, he’s just stomping away again!
SoL: Dare I state the observation, Cyrus, that you seem happier when Magnum’s on fire, but seem real disappointed when Austin’s the one in control.
Cyrus: Gee, SoL, I’d be happy for Austin too if he wasn’t such a bastard.
SoL: Nice guys finish last, Shadow Master, nice guys finish last.
Cyrus: Chris Austin with a very impactful exploder suplex, that might put away Magnum. Austin makes the cover but no, Magnum kicks out at two!
SoL: One thing I’ve got to give Magnum, Cyrus, is the fact that he’s as resilient as a damn cockroach. The only thing that’ll put him away is some damn bug spray!
Cyrus: Wonderful simile there, SoL. A leg drop to the neck of Magnum, I guess we all know which body part he’s targeting.
SoL: Of course. For those who’re unaware with Chris Austin’s tactics, it’s all about the head. He has to weaken the head to multiply the effectiveness of his main finisher, the R.C.K.O., which we’ll see when it does happen.
Cyrus: Thank you for promoting Chris Austin, SoL, can we get back to the match?
SoL: Gladly.
Cyrus: Chris Austin now dropping knees to the head, both standing and running, and now he’s whipped Magnum to the turnbuckle. He’s backing up, I think he’s got something big planned here...
Austin runs up to the turnbuckle, leaps, scissors his legs on Magnum’s neck and head and goes into a frankensteiner. When the two of them land on the mat, Austin keeps it hooked and transitions into a gogoplata!
Cyrus: Austin’s got the gogoplata locked in! He’s got it locked in!
SoL: This is the end of the end, Cyrus, I told you he was getting this one!
Cyrus: For all I know Magnum may be starting to choke blood but he’s not tapping out! Those legs are putting pressure on the throat area of Magnum, and nobody knows if he can stand them!
SoL: Like I’ve said about many wrestlers who find themselves in various, dangerous predicaments, Cyrus, if Magnum’s got a good-sized brain between his ears, he’ll tap out. He’ll tap out before he loses the ability to talk without a pipe coming out of his throat!
Cyrus: No signs of tapping out from Magnum, only signs of resistance as he tries to pry free of his cage right now. He’s trying to move around on his feet, see if he can get near the ropes!
SoL: He’ll fade out faster if he tries to, Cyrus! It’s only gonna kill him!
Cyrus: But he’s still trying! And he’s getting closer, inch by inch! I don’t think Austin knows where they are, I think he’s just focused on getting him to tap out!
Eventually, Magnum manages to place a leg on the bottom rope!
Cyrus: He’s got the foot on the rope! He’s got the foot on the rope! The ref’s counting to five!
SoL: He’ll take as much time as he needs, the extra second may count! And true enough, he lets go at four!
Cyrus: Magnum’s reeling, feeling the effects of that hard vice placed on his neck.
SoL: It’s almost over, Cyrus. Magnum can’t handle this much pain. I’ve never seen him try. Austin just plain damaged him too much.
Cyrus: You never know, SoL, a wrestler’s heart can make him go distances he’s never gone before in his life.
SoL: Cliché, heavy cliché, but I’d have to admit… it is kinda true.
Cyrus: See? Austin now going in but Magnum trying his best to repel him with kicks.
SoL: Magnum is just really delaying the inevitable here.
Cyrus: Austin hooking the leg, going for a fisherman’s suplex, but no, Magnum counters and gives him a bodyslam for his troubles! Magnum bounces off the ropes and there’s a rolling thunder!
SoL: Those kinds of moves are what will only hurt him more!
Cyrus: But he doesn’t mind as long as it hurts Austin too! Magnum whips Chris Austin to the turnbuckle and there he goes, he runs, he backflips and there’s the elbow!
SoL: Magnum should be doing the heavier moves, now isn’t the time for theatrics anymore! It’s too late for that!
Cyrus: I think this is his definition of heavy moves, I think this is effective and it shows on the look on Austin’s face!
SoL: No, I don’t think this will net him a three when he goes to make the cover!
Cyrus: He hasn’t hit the finisher yet, we’ll get there eventually. Magnum is on the top rope now as Austin is lying prone on the ground, is he going for it, is he going for it, he leaps, it’s This Just In!
SoL: ...NO! HAH! Austin got the knee up in time to block!
Cyrus: Austin blocked the frog splash!
SoL: And there goes Magnum’s momentum!
Cyrus: And now... Chris Austin is just stalking him, I think he’s getting ready to place a hard kick on Magnum’s head.
SoL: And that would be the only way to finish it decisively, Cyrus.
Cyrus: Now Austin runs in for the big punt, but no, Magnum evades! He got out of the way!
SoL: No!
Cyrus: Magnum goes up on the turnbuckle here, now he’s the one stalking Chris Austin, he leaps, there’s the weaponless Newsflash... but Austin got out of the way!
SoL: YES! Austin is still smarter than Magnum! And the evitable has just become inevitable!
Cyrus: The opportunity is open! It’s wide open! Austin nails the R.C.K.O.!
SoL: That’s what I’m talking about, Cyrus!
Cyrus: Austin makes the pin! One, two, three, it’s all over!
Sarah: And here is your winner, CHRIIIS... AUSTIIIIIN!!!
Chris Austin (4.25 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.65 total) Magnum (3.975 aps + 0.1 avs = 4.075 total)[/i]
SoL: Chris Austin has proved that he is better than Magnum!
Cyrus: I wouldn’t go that far. I’d say that this is a solid win for Chris Austin, one that can only help him, and one that doesn’t really hurt Magnum at all.
SoL: No, he proved that he should be in the title match at Crimson Dawn!
Cyrus: That’s a stupid line of reasoning, the only way to prove that one should be in the title match is to be in the actual title match. It was a damn tournament!
SoL: You hold people down, Cyrus! You hold people down!
Cyrus: Shut up, SoL. Anyway, we've got Exodus on camera backstage!
A moving shot of Exodus walking in the corridors at backstage is shown, possibly moving towards the gorilla position to get ready for his unmasking. His body language seems to be completely serious.
SoL: I hope he's about to come out, I want this to be over with already!
Cyrus: I hope so too, SoL! Exodus unmasks - next!
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Post by Ro on Jun 13, 2008 22:55:38 GMT -5
The show returns to an empty ring. Nothing seems to be going on until suddenly, “Opiate” by Tool kicks in, sparking the excitement of SoL and Cyrus.
Cyrus: The biggest mystery in the short history of VCW is about to be solved as the being known to us only as Exodus is prepared to reveal himself to the world! I can’t lie, I am very intrigued.
SoL: It’s likely some jobber hoping he matters if he wears a mask, kind of like Rey Mysterio.
Cyrus: Weren’t you singing the praises of Exodus just a week or two ago?
SoL: Shut up, no asked you to intervene.
Cyrus: It’s my life mission to expose your hypocrisy.
Choices always were a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, What you need is someone strong to use you.. Like me, Like me.
On the second “Like me”, pyro explodes and the enigma that is Exodus marches his way to the ring, wearing his mask and jumpsuit as usual. The crowd does not seem to know how to react to the masked being, some cheer as many other boos, most just stare on perplexed. Exodus slides into the ring and calls for a microphone as he looks around the sold out crowd staring at him.
Exodus: Darkness, it surrounds all of us; some of us are touched externally and some of us internally. We run from it but it always seems to find a way to embrace us. Have you embraced it?
Exodus waits for a response from the crowd, none comes.
SoL: He’s insane! I knew it!
Cyrus: We’ve heard these ramblings from Exodus all week, I have no clue what any of it means at all.
SoL: It means he is nuttier then a Snickers bar.
Exodus: Why do you ignore me? WHY DO YOU IGNORE HIM!?
Exodus throws the microphone away and stares towards the ceiling as a voice comes from the ramp.
Voice: Exodus, calm yourself immediately!
SoL: Is this really happening? Another random voice, really?
Cyrus: That’s no random voice, that’s his mysterious Master we’ve heard all about!
A robed man, his face shadowed by the hood, strides towards the ring and steps in to stare off against Exodus.
Master: You know the risks involved in your actions! This is foolish!
Exodus: I must do what must be done.
Master: This is uncalled for!
Exodus: This is the only thing that is called for!
The Master curses inaudibly and turns away.
Master: Do as you please, just know this destroys all of our work.
Exodus: So be it, work is simply a means to an end that can be reached from various points. Now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment has come where truth finally is able to set us free. Master, would you like to do the greatest of honors?
Master: Nay, this is your decision entirely.
Exodus: So be it.
Cyrus: Here is comes SoL, Exodus is undoing the laces to his mask…and off it comes!
SoL: But his face is covered by hair! I feel like I’m being cheated! Boo this man!
SoL lets loose a boo from the announcing booth, one that is completely alone and soon drowned out by explosive cheers as Exodus removes the hair from his faces for the crowd on the opposite side to see.
Cyrus: The crowd seems pleased with the revelation but we still cannot see! Someone get a camera around to that side now!
SoL: I still stand by booing this man…
Exodus: Please proceed to shut up SoL, you have always been so full of shit.
Exodus turns around to face the announce booth and the entire place explodes in the biggest pop in VCW history as the Jumbotron is able to reveal Exodus as…
Cyrus: DREW MICHAELS! DREW MICHAELS IS IN VENDETTA CHAMPIONSHIP WRRSTLING! OH HIS GOD!
SoL: You have to be fucking with me…
Drew smirks as the crowd explodes at the revelation; he simply basks in the glory while holding the mask in his right hand.
Michaels: What a terrible web of lies we weave.
The crowd explodes simply at hearing the familiar voice, no longer affected by the voice changer in the mask.
Michaels: Good to be here without that mask, it really is.
Drew looks at the Master and laughs as he strides over.
Michaels: You ready to be done playing dress-up?
The Master just sighs as Drew reaches over to pull off the robe’s hood to reveal his spiritual advisor Abraham under the hood.
Abraham: Did we really have to reveal so soon?
Michaels: The plan ran into a roadblock, we had to go around.
Cyrus at this point has jumped out of the announce booth and has slid into the ring with a microphone in his hand to interview Drew Michaels. Drew shakes his old foe’s hand as Cyrus simply shakes his head in disbelief.
Cyrus: Drew Michaels! I cannot believe it! I guess I have to ask what we are all thinking…why?
Michaels: Why? Why not?
Drew smirks to himself at his attempt at wittiness before he face quickly goes serious.
Michaels: A serious threat has arisen in the spiritual world, a man as dangerous to souls searching for salvation as Ethan Black and Eric Scorpio ever have been, a man known as Craig Christ. This false prophet has spread his untruths for far too long, he has been under my watch for some time. However, I never could strike until the opportunity arose. Luckily, my good buddy Romeo Vizzini formed his own promotion and, well, Ken Ryans’ dangerous brother decided to sign up and gosh golly, I decided to do it too.
Cyrus: But why the mask?
Michaels: Well, my entire life I have tackled problems head on, striking them directly. This time, I decided to follow a different course and try my hand as infiltration; I was a double agent. I got close to Craig and struck him where it hurt, his pride. Craig cannot fathom someone not wanting to side by him once they saw his strength, it cut him so deeply; just like I wanted. I was hoping to stretch it out longer but, sadly, I began to fall out of favor with Craig just as quickly as I entered into his favor.
Cyrus: What about those you hurt?
Michaels: Unfortunate casualties, every war has them.
Cyrus: Why Exodus though, what was this very twisted character to you?
Michaels: I was inspired by…a dream. I dreamt him to life and I became him, Abraham played the Master in order to further the illusion and ground the beast in enough of what people consider reality to make him believable to even the greatest skeptic.
Cyrus: Then what is next for Drew Michaels in VCW? What does the former FMW World Champion and current LPW International Champion do now?
Michaels: I destroy Craig Christ, I shall rip him limb from limb. Anyone who dares get into my way will simply be destroyed, this is too important of a mission to allow myself to be stopped. Craig Christ, fear me for I am your Omega. I will send you to His Throne for Judgment.
Cyrus: One last question, were all those insane sounding statements staged?
Drew looks over to Abraham and then back at Cyrus.
Michaels: No more questions, I have business to attend to. Abraham, let us roll.
Suddenly, "Craig" by Stephen Lynch plays, signifying Craig Christ, who appears at the top of the ramp.
Christ: Well, if it isn't Andrew Michaels. Glad to see you here... personally, I feel betrayed. You betrayed me.
Michaels: Oh, shut it, Christ. Okay, that doesn't sound right at all.
Christ: You betrayed me, Drew. You're not Jesus - you're Judas!
Michaels: To you? Enough with your delusions, Craig! You're not a god! I can just as easily beat you down like any human being! You're not God!
Christ: Oh, you're very wrong there, Drew. Very, very wrong. As long as I control VCW... I am god.
Michaels: That's not what the voice tells me.
Christ: Oh, is that so? You hang out with him now? Very well. I'll give you a match even your mysterious buddy won't resist.
Michaels: Bring it.
Christ: You, Drew Michaels... are going one-on-one at Crimson Dawn... with a Misfit.
Michaels: One of my boys, huh?
Christ: Yeah. But it could be anyone, Drew.
Michaels: Who? Edible? Chaos?
Christ: That's for me to know, and you to find out. Later, Drew.
"Craig" plays again as Christ leaves. Drew shrugs.
Michaels: Does he really think he can scare me with one of the Misfits? Come on, Abraham, let's go already.
“Reborn” by Stone Sour hits on the PA system as Drew Michaels exits the ring with Abraham to the most massive pop imaginable as Cyrus just looks on shocked at the events that have transpired.
SoL: That was…unexpected.
Cyrus: Drew's got a match at Crimson Dawn with a Misfit!
SoL: I'll say. I hate to say this but this is gonna be exciting!
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 9:34:51 GMT -5
Cyrus: Now ladies and gentlemen we've just received word that Benedict Phoenix suffered a second-degree burn to his face in the tag team match earlier tonight...
SoL: Hah! That's real funny, I thought he was a Phoenix?
Cyrus: He's still human, SoL...
SoL: Yeah, I just thought fire was, like, his element or something.
Cyrus: Ugh. It's just a-
White noise begins to play on the arena's PA system and on the titantron, until it all fades out and once again the mysterious voice - known only as The Coming - speaks.
The Coming: It is sad to hear that Benedict Phoenix has been burned badly by Andrew Carpenter, and thus, he must be removed from the Minutes to Midnight match at Crimson Dawn.
The crowd boos.
The Coming: However, we cannot just subtract to the match - we have to add to it as well, to maintain the balance! Thus, I announce that John Dunn shall be added to the Minutes to Midnight match for the Sanguine Championship!
The crowd pops huge!
Cyrus: Well, what do you know - Dunn's wrestling in Crimson Dawn after all! This is a most welcome change!
SoL: Bah! Well, more blood, I guess!
The voice goes out after some white noise.
Pulley - "Insects Destroy" hits as Thomas Hookton steps out from behind the curtain. He seems to be in a sombre mood, heading straight towards the ring and ignoring everyone around it.[/i]
SoL: Wow… look at Hookton. There’s no need to be grumpy!
Cyrus: The reason why he’s looking like that is because Craig Christ has been continuously fooling with the fate of the Phaces of Anonimity. I mean, he even made Hookton compete in this match tonight especially just to keep his spot in the World Title tournament!
SoL: I know! It’s brilliant! Anyway, he should be honoured that he’s getting to face one of his teammates!
Cyrus: You hang on Christ’s every word, don’t you?
SoL: Only because he’s right!
The Darkness - "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" and Massive Attack - "Teardrop" hit as Sam & Max walks out from behind the curtain. He also ignores all the fans this time around and slides directly into the ring, walking up to Thomas Hookton.
Cyrus: Even Sam & Max not in their usual flirtatious mood. It seems this whole scenario that Christ has started has everyone a little worried.
The bell rings in the background.
SoL: This match is underway!
Cyrus: Both men are approaching each other… and the hand goes out from Hookton. S & M is contemplatively looking at it.
SoL: If that two headed buffoon has any brain material in his head, he’ll realize it’s a trap! Hookton may be “the working class hero” but I’d be willing to bet that he’d go for a cheapshot. The working class aren’t the most stellar people anyway.
Cyrus: Shows what you know! The two men just exchanged a hand-shake and now it looks as if they’re about to start this thing off! They’re circling each other and now coming in for a lockup! Hookton and S & M both grabbing hold for a test of strength!
SoL: It seems as if Hookton has the upperhand there for a moment as S & M pulls back… but he seems to have been merely pulling in momentum. Sam & Max just tossed Hookton all the way across the ring! You see? Even heroes can fall pretty to brute force, Cyrus.
Cyrus: Hookton getting back to his feet now and approaching once more. It looks like the two want to go for another lockup! Both men grabbing hold… and once again Hookton tossed across the ring!
SoL: Did he really expect the outcome to be any different? I mean, while I dislike any of the Phaces, I can at least respect the power behind the Siamese twin.
Cyrus: Hookton is up once again… he’s trying for the third time! Third time lucky, maybe?
SoL: As S & M pulls back, Hookton ducking under! No!
Cyrus: Hookton with a jumping backbreaker, taking the bigger man down! And now he’s locking in the headscissors!
SoL: But S & M doesn’t look like he’ll be defeated that easily. He’s struggling to his feet, pulling up Hookton with him. With an effortless lunge he just pulled Hookton onto his shoulders! Running powerslam!
Cyrus: It looks as if Hookton is in pain here! S & M quickly coming in and pulling the smaller man up! He lifts him into the air… Choke toss! S & M going for the cover…
One…Kickout!
Cyrus: Thomas Hookton isn’t one who gives up that easily! Sam & Max approaching, extending his arm to get the head of Hookton! But Hookton bringing his legs in in a sweeping movement, sending the big man tumbling down! Hookton pulling himself up!
SoL: As S & M struggles back to his feet Hookton runs in and hits him with a shoulder slam! The big man stumbling, but not falling, though! Hookton bouncing off the opposite ropes and now coming back with a diving shoulder tackle to the knee! Still, S & M holding on!
Cyrus: With a final effort, Hookton is once again coming off those ropes! He’s charging straight in! Running bulldog! Running bulldog connects on the Siamese twin!
SoL: He’s not wasting any time either here… An array of leg drops, elbow drops and stomps are all being inflicted upon S & M here.
Cyrus: Hookton is now running at the ropes… Lionsault! He just nailed a lionsault on the big man!
SoL: Wow… You don’t see that from Hookton every day!
Cyrus: But wait… Sam & Max caught him!
SoL: Holy crap… He’s standing up with Hookton held between his arms! He lifts him up into the air… Military Press slam.
Cyrus: As Hookton scrumbles to his feet, S & M charges in and knocks him down with a clothesline… and another… and a third! A kick to the midsection now… he’s setting him up… Powerbomb!
1…
2…
Kickout!
Cyrus: Near fall there! The sudden spurt of power manoeuvres nearly cost the working class hero.
SoL: S & M pulling up Hookton here and sending him flying towards the turnbuckle! Bam! Hookton collides with it! But S & M charging in as well… he just sandwitched the man!
Cyrus: And a repeat! Throwing him towards the opposite turnbuckle! S & M running in… but Hookton nailing a drop-toe hold, sending the big man’s face crashing into that turnbuckle!
SoL: Faces.
Cyrus: What?
SoL: You said ‘face’. It’s actually ‘faces’.
Cyrus: Since when have you started becoming grammatically correct?
SoL: Since about the same time as… yo mama! Get back to calling the match!
Cyrus: Hookton now charging in with a shoulder to S & M’s midsection! He repeats it a few times before taking a step back and…
SoL: Holy crap! Hookton just charged in with a climbing knee to the face!
Cyrus: As S & M starts walking forward, Hookton scales the ropes… Double Axe-handle to the back! Hookton going for the pinfall…
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Cyrus: This time it was Hookton who got a near-fall!
SoL: As S & M struggles to his feet, Hookton nailing a jumping neckbreaker…
Cyrus: And he follows it up with a spinning leg drop! Hookton is on fire! Grabbing hold of the neck, he locks in a dual sleeperhold!
SoL: Sam & Max’s eyes both bulging in agony! The big man is desperately struggling... but it’s getting weaker all the time!
Cyrus: The referee is coming in close to check up on the status… He’s lifting up one of S & M’s arms…
Referee: One!
Cyrus: Again…
Referee: Two!
Cyrus: Hookton might win by submission right here!
SoL: Oh god no… Hookton should conform to the stereotypes he so proudly boasts and get screwed over by the man!
As the referee drops the hand for the third time, the hand lingers in the air and stops!
Cyrus: Apparently there’s still some fight in him! He’s struggling up to a vertical base! Elbow to Hookton’s midsection… and another!
SoL: He’s worked his way back to his feet now, but Hookton STILL clinging on! S & M scrambling towards the turnbuckle! With a monsterous thud, he crashes Hookton into it.
Cyrus: Yet Hookton is still on! S & M once again running! And this time, as he crashes into it Hookton releases his grip! Hookton scrambling away, holding onto the ropes!
SoL: S & M shakes his heads a few times, seemingly shaking away the cobwebs! He then charges in with a clothesline! Both men are sent reeling over the top rope!
Cyrus: Neither one of them are moving! They’re lying motionless on the outside!
The referee walks up to the ropes and checks on the two men. He then starts the count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Cyrus: Still no sign of life from either of them!
SoL: I hope it stays that way!
Four…
Five…
Six…
Cyrus: Both men desperately struggling up now and grabbing hold of the bottom ropes! They’re pulling themselves up!
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Cyrus: Hookton rolling into the ring…
SoL: Followed by Sam & Max! This match is still underway!
Cyrus: Both men are up to their feet now, albeit shakily!
SoL: S & M just attempted to go for a punch, but Hookton counters! Hookton with a quick jab… then an uppercut… and now he’s pulling his hand back for a big right…
Cyrus: But S & M ducking under. He spins Hookton around…. Two Heads are Better than One! S & M just nailed his finisher!
SoL: Hookton is out of the tournament! Hooray!
One…
Two…
Thre… NO!
Cyrus: Hookton got his foot on the bottom rope! Sam & Max getting up, brushing his hand through his hair! He’s clearly frustrated!
SoL: Watch out Sam & Max! Hookton is pulling himself up!
Cyrus: Hookton running in and hooking the arms… T ales Of Self-Sufficiency! Tales Of Self-Sufficiency connects! Another cover here!
1…
2…
3!
Sarah: Here is your winner… Thomas Hookton! Thomas Hookton (4 aps + 0.45 avs = 4.45 total) Sam & Max (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Cyrus: Hookton has just earned the right to be in the World heavyweight Title match at Crimson Dawn!
SoL: Oh the humanity!
Cyrus: Look at that… Hookton is helping Sam & Max to their feet!
SoL: I knew it! I knew Hookton would try something funny!
Cyrus: And… Hookton extending his hand again, like at the start. Sam & Max hesitating for a second and then taking it! Yes! What a show of respect! Even through adversity, the Phaces of Anonimity continue!
SoL: I think I’m going to be sick…
The scene cuts to the backstage where Drew Michaels is heading towards his locker room, still marked for Exodus, when Chris Austin pushes his way into the scene.
Austin: YOU!
Michaels: ME!
Austin: You piece of shit! You nearly ended my career while wearing your freaky little mask and all you can do is reply with a smartass comment!
Michaels: Honestly, I felt bad about what I did to you Chris, I really did. However, after seeing what you have become over time; I am now honestly sorry I did not finish the job Rapist.
Austin: You bastard…
Michaels: Nope, I am sorry but I think that distinction rests firmly on your shoulders. You are a skeletal wreck of a man, nothing but a disgusting pile of sin and rotting innards covered with flesh.
Austin: You’re just so kind.
Michaels: I try.
Austin: Know this, I will get my revenge; what you did to me must be reciprocated twice over.
Michaels: I welcome you to try, those you would harm deserve retribution and I am more then willing to give it to them through me.
Chris Austin simply scoffs and pushes past Drew Michaels as Drew shakes his head and continues towards his locker room.
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 9:35:20 GMT -5
The scene opens to find Thomas Hookton, The Working Class Hero staring at his reflection in a mirror. Standing, unwavering, Hookton’s shoulders suddenly slouch as he releases a heavy sigh.
Hookton: This is it. Crimson Dawn. This is my chance, but yet again I get screwed over by Craig Christ.
Regaining his composure Hookton slams his left fist into his right hand, a clear sign of his frustration.
Hookton: So now I’m left fighting for my life yet again. Oppressed yet again. Pushed by the wayside yet again. But no more. Christ is going to see what happens when the oppressed rebel. He can throw what he may at me tonight, my own allies, but that won’t stop me. Nothing will stop me, nothing. Crimson Dawn is mine. That title shot is mine. I will not have it taken away.
Hookton: It’s now or never, do or die and every other clichéd saying that is going to help me get to the end of this road.
Hookton pauses for a second, the confidence that had taken hold of him had run its course as his shoulders slouched once again.
Hookton: There’s just so much in the way, another match with four men, but first I have to deal with a two headed man. Nothing can be normal, or just straightforward, nothing is simple. Fuck it, no matter what, come hell or high water, no matter what Crimson Dawn is mine, it’s just a matter of time before everyone sees that.
Hookton corrects his posture once again, a slight smile creeping across his face as he continues to stare into the mirror in front of him.
Sarah: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a preview of the Crimson Dawn Main Event. Each of these two competitors will be taking part in the match to decide the very first VCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
“Never Ending Nights” by Elvenking begins to blare loudly through the arena as the crowd leaps to it’s feet for the fan favourite Sir Feyd Brisbane. Without warning a horse bursts through the curtains with a man in riding atop it. Feyd begins to ride his way down the ramp towards the ring, tossing several gold coins to the fans as he goes. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp he reaches into a saddle bag and grabs two pieces of plastic before throwing them on the ground. He looks down at them and then shakes his head sadly. He tries to get out of the saddle but his foot never leaves one of the stir ups causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
Cyrus: What the hell just happened here?
SoL: I do believe Brisbane failed his dexterity check and couldn’t safely leave the saddle.
After a moment Feyd stands up again and hands his horse off to a conveniently placed stable boy to take back up the ramp. He walks around the ring before coming to a stop in front of the announce table. Slowly he unhooks a well crafted bag from his belt and drops it on the table, it falls sideways to reveal that it is full of dice of all sorts.
After making sure his precious items are safely stored he rolls into the ring and begins to pose for the crowd as hundreds of cameras flash every second to capture him.
Sarah: This man comes to you from Lake Geneva, Michigan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds. He is the self proclaimed Knight of Geneva and contender for the VCW Heavyweight Championship! This is SIR FEYD BRISBANE!
The crowd goes wild until the music slowly changes to the hard rock of Saliva’s “Survival of the Sickest”. What were once cheers quickly turn into an over whelming ovation of boos. As the song kicks off a large blast of red pyro blinds everyone. When the blast fades Eric Ares is standing at the top of the ramp as Red Strobe Lights flash throughout the arena.
The crowd boos even louder as Eric Ares looks out over them and slowly raises his arms, letting red sparks from above silhouette him. Finally after what seems like an eternity the man lowers his arms and begins to walk down the ramp, only to stop a few feet down and stare at a little girl with an ice cream cone. He walks over to her and tries to grab the cone, but the little girl defiantly pulls it out of reach time and again, the crowd begins to laugh as the most egotistical wrestler in VCW is outwitted by a five year old.
Suddenly he turns around and rolls some small plastic dice on the ground and smirks. Pointing behind the girl she turns, and when she turns back Eric is holding her ice cream cone.
Cyrus: What the hell did Ares just do?
SoL: Brilliant, he just stole a page out of his opponents book and rolled against his steal skill, why didn’t I think of that?
Still smiling Ares taunts the girl with the cone as her mother screams for him to give it back. Eric shrugs at her request and moves it closer to the girl, only for it to “accidentally” slip from his hand at the last second and land on her head making her cry. The crowd again begins to boo as Ares laughs and rolls into the ring, not even bothering to make someone hold the rope for him.
Sarah: And his opponent from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds......
Sarah is forced to stop as Eric produces a flash card and hands it to her. She looks down at it with disgust before continuing
Sarah: He is the master of disaster, the king of swing, the uncrowned king, the wooer of women, thrill ride extraordinaire, and the one true champion. This is ERIC ARES!
Cyrus: That just might have been the longest entrance I have ever seen.
SoL: You’ve never seen the Undertaker come out then.
Cyrus: It looks like this match is finally ready to be begin as Ares has waved his usual check them for weapons right.
SoL: He’s probably got things hidden away that he doesn’t want to be checked for himself.
Cyrus: Undoubtedly. And we are under way, the two men are tying up in the middle of the ring trying to push the other to their knees.
SoL: Both men are almost identical in size I don’t know if either of them will be able to simply out power the other. This match is going to be more about brains than brawn and everyone knows Eric Ares is smarter than you.
Cyrus: Bandwagon jump much?
SoL: It’s why I was a champion and you were a lackey.
Cyrus: Right, Ares breaks the lock up and steps back now staring at Feyd. What the hell was that?
SoL: I do believe Ares just told him to get down on his knees and cooperate.
Cyrus: Feyd is furious, he charges Ares, who drops down and pulls the top rope with him. Feyd just flew hard to the ground outside!
SoL: Ares taking advantage now, he rolls to the outside and brings Brisbane back to his feet. He whips him and Feyd goes knees first into those steel ring steps!
Cyrus: Did you see the way he flipped over them! He might have broken his knees from that impact.
SoL: I think Ares is making his strategy clear right off the bat. He doesn`t just want to win this match he wants to take out potential competition before Crimson Dawn!
Cyrus: He might have done it, the way Feyd is holding his knee can`t be a good sign. Ares rolls back into the ring to break up the count before rolling back outside. What`s he doing now?
SoL: He’s putting Brisbane knee underneath the steel steps that he knocked off. Ares climbs the guard rail now, HOLY SHIT!
Cyrus: I CAN’T BELIVE THIS! Ares just crushed Brisbane’s knee with a double stomp to the top of the steel steps!
SoL: Technically he hasn’t used anything as a weapon so this is all legal ladies and gentlemen!
Cyrus: Feyd is screaming now, Ares couldn’t have destroyed his knee with that move! Ares rolling Feyd back into the ring now and going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...NO! Feyd kicks out.
SoL: Brisbane is either really brave, or really really stupid. There is no shame in losing a match when it means you can recover for a championship match the next week.
Cyrus: There is for a fierce competitor like Feyd Brisbane. This man is showing everyone that he has the heart of a champion and won’t give up no matter what.
SoL: Heart of a champion, knees of a ninety year old arthritis patient, fair trade I guess.
Cyrus: Ares now laying into Brisbane’s knees with some hard stomps. He really seems to want to take Feyd out of the championship match.
SoL: It’s a good strategy, even if someone he miraculously lost he knows Feyd will be walking wounded next time out.
Cyrus: What the hell does Ares think he is doing? He just rolled out of the ring and is talking to the woman in the white t-shirt in the front row.
SoL: It’s called setting up the victory party, if you ever won you’d know that.
Cyrus: Ares may be a little too cocky for his own good. Brisbane is back to his feet now though wobbly, and is making his way over to that side of the ring.
SoL: Come on Ares, it doesn’t take that long to seal the deal turn around already!
Cyrus: He doesn’t and Brisbane jumps over the ropes with a body splash to Ares’ unprotected back. HOLY SHIT! DID YOU SEE THE WAY ERIC’S HEAD BOUNCED OFF THE GUARD RAILING!
SoL: I can see blood coming from the side of Ares’ temple, Brisbane has cut Ares open!
Cyrus: Both men are down but it looks like Ares might be out like a light. Feyd slowly getting back to his feet using the ring apron for support. He reaches down and pulls Ares up after him, and I dn’t think Ares even has a clue where he is.
SoL: He’s faking it, you’ll see.
Cyrus: If he is I don’t know why he isn’t an actor instead of a wrestler, that looks like real blood to me.
SoL: Dedicated actor, like Dustin Hoffman.
Cyrus: Right, Feyd rolls Ares back into the ring now and is climbing the top turnbuckle. It’s taking him a long time though with his knee in that bad shape.
SoL: Brisbane to the top now, and Ares is up! I told you he was faking!
Cyrus: Ares looks around groggily and sees Brisbane at the top rope. Ares jumps from the mat to the top and grabs onto him, what athleticism!
SoL: Ares looking for a superplex! But he’s denied by Brisbane as the knight begins to land rights and left to the midsection of Ares.
Cyrus: He threw Ares off! Ares falls to the mat with a crash and looks dazed. Brisbane steadies himself again and jumps! HUGE ELBOW to the chest of Ares!
SoL: Brisbane with the cover now.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE HE GOT HIM, HE PINNED ARES!
Cyrus: NO WAIT! THE REF IS CALLING IT A TWO COUNT ARES GOT THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
SoL: WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING!
Cyrus: Brisbane can’t believe it, he had this match won! He’s pulling at Ares up and calling for the Flap jack Facebreaker he calls the Critical Hit.
SoL: Come on Ares, champions don’t lose dammit!
Cyrus: He’s not champ yet, Feyd has Ares in position, but Ares slips out! CHOP BLOCK! Ares just rammed his shoulder through that injured knee of Brisbane!
SoL: But Brisbane falls backwards and clips Ares in the head with his elbow. Both men are down and the referee has started his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Cyrus: No life from either man, this is not how either of them wants to go into Crimson Dawn!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SoL: Eric stirring now and slowly pulling himself up using the ring ropes.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Cyrus: And Ares is up breaking the count as Brisbane starts to stir. Look at the blood running down the side of his face. This hasn’t been a wrestling match, it’s been a brawl!
SoL: I think this brawl is about to come to an end. Ares is begging for Brisbane to get up, I think he’s going for his Greatest Hits.
Cyrus: Brisbane is up, he turns around, and DUCKS THE SUPERKICK!
SoL: Wait now Brisbane has Ares and he’s going for the RanHei!!
Cyrus: But Ares elbows out stumbling away. Brisbane comes back at him but is met with a hard kick to the stomach doubling him over.
SoL: Ares off the ropes…..EMASCULATION!
Cyrus: Ares just face planted Brisbane with his knees with that devastating finisher! Ares rolls him over and collapses on Brisbane.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
This one is over!
Sarah: The winner of this match by way of pinfall, ERIC ARES!
Eric Ares (4.17 aps + 0.55 avs = 4.67 total) Sir Feyd Brisbane (3.67 aps + 0 avs = 3.67 total)
Cyrus: What a war between these two men tonight. If this is what they will do to each other in a normal match what happens when the stakes go up and two more men are added to the mix.
SoL: Ares still wins?
Cyrus: You really are his bitch aren’t you.
All of a sudden, Hookton and Magnum appear on top of the ramp.
Hookton: Well done, Ares. Well done.
Magnum: Great going there, Eric.
Ares: What the hell do you two want?
Magnum: Nothing.
Hookton: We just came out here to congratulate you.
Magnum: And tell you that we'll see each other at Crimson Dawn.
Ares: I don't need your congratulations.
Hookton: Just making sure. This might be your last win.
"Insects Destroy" by Pulley plays and the two men head to the back.
Cyrus: That was interesting. If not unusual.
SoL: Seems like they're playing mind games.
Cyrus: We'll be right back.
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 9:35:45 GMT -5
“Is this thing on?”
“I believe so sir”
“Good”
After a moment a very confident and dashing Eric Ares steps into the small little interview area set aside of the VCW World Title contenders to do their hype for the match. After a moment he waves behind the camera and a shaky man in his early twenties comes and stands next to him. The young man looks very nervous as he looks at Ares and begins to speak.
“Sir, why do I have to be out here? Normally I’m just the narrator.”
“This is an interview Billy.”
“My name is not Bill....”
“And why would I need a narrator for an interview, simple I wouldn’t. But since I pay you I want you to help me convince these people why I the champion and they just don’t know it yet.”
“But sir, you don’t pay me....”
“Did I just hear, please Mr. Ares put it in my mom’s poop chute again?”
“No......No sir.” Billy says looking a little sick.
“See, I do pay you. So tell me Billy how good of a wrestler do you think I am?”
“The Best Sir!”
“Good boy Billy, and what do you think a wannabe hobo, a guy who runs at the sight of a news broadcast, and a mental reject with dice bring to the ring that matches my skill.”
“Well each of them won their matches to get here.....”
“That’s right Billy, nothing. Not a single one of them even deserves to be in the same ring as Eric Ares, let alone pretend they have any chance of stopping me from claiming the belt that is mine by entitlement. I am better than them and every single other pretended in this locker room, thus I am entitled to the belt that says so.”
“If you say so sir.”
“See the thing each of you lack, well besides talent, looks, money, power, and a sizeable manhood, is desire. Since the day I stepped through these rickety doors I have claimed I am the best, have lusted to prove I am, have known that belt would be mine. All the woman, the power, the money they are meaningless without my true love. That belt is what I think of when I fall asleep inside some dumb bitch because she couldn’t please me and what I think of when I wake up and laugh because the condom broke.
That is my fucking belt.
Ya Dig?”
“Sir, the battery on the camera is going to run out, you should finish quickly!”
“That’s what your mom said”
“........”
“Fine, fine, grow some testicles Billy. There is a reason I am going to hold that belt gentlemen, call it destiny, call it fate, call it what you want but it calls to me and I will be accepting the charges.
I am the golden standard of VCW.
I am the greatest wrestler alive.
I am the king of all I survey.
I am the champion.
I am Eric Fucking Ares.
And yes, I am still better than you.
Don’t you ever forget it!.”
At his announcement Eric stares directly into the camera, taking off his sunglasses to let the passion in his eyes shine through. After a moment he relaxes and puts the glasses back on with a smile.
“We done Billy?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good, where’s your mom, this camera has me thinking about branching my career out a bit. Think she’d want to be first amateur actress.”
“SIR!”
Ares laughs as the camera finally runs out of battery power and we are left in the dark.Cyrus: And now Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to have our Main Event. Craig Christ has put John Dunn and the Phases of Anonymity on his shit list. The Phases of Anonymity, on the other hand, are sick of Christ’s cheap tricks and power trip. SoL: Powertrip? This is his company, Cyrus! Those Phrases of Idiocracy dared to barge into the boss’ office and DEMAND something! They got what they deserved! We saw Mac and Me and Hookton kill each other while that alien stranger was ref! Now Christ is going to kill off Dunn! Cyrus: You have to be partial to run this type of company, not a jackass! And he put these allies in an uncomfortable position! SoL: And if those tools where fighting for the World Title, would that be uncomfortable? I thought you would know better than that, Cyrus! Cyrus: Are your lips any tighter on Christ’s ass! Anyway, Sarah is on her way to the ring! SoL: This ain’t over, Cyrus! Sarah: This main event match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… “Craig” by Stephen Lynch blares from the PA. Out comes Craig Christ on the stage. Craig Christ walks in and stands on the stage, his hands stretched out. The crowd boos mercilessly at the CEO as he eggs them on. He walks down the ramp, grabbing and ripping derogatory signs away from fans, security working frantically to keep the fans from rioting. Christ motions to his chin to a group of fans to take a swing, further inciting the fans. Christ walks to the ring and poses again.Sarah: From Green Bay, Wisconsin. He weighs in tonight at 240 pounds. He is the “New Age Messiah” and CEO of VCW. This is CRAIG CHRIST! All of a sudden the lights go completely out. Everyone is wondering what is going on. All of a sudden, a single spot light comes on. The crowd is in bewilderment as the light leads down the ramp. It moves from side to side, then back again. The light then suddenly disappears.SoL: Oh, not this shit again! Some of us want to see! The light returns and standing in the light is John Dunn. The arena lights come back on, and John Dunn and make there way into the ring.[I/]
Sarah: Introducing his opponent. He hails from Birmingham, England. He weighs in tonight at 247 pounds. He is “The Predator of VCW”! This is JOHN DUNN!
Cyrus: John Dunn has had a big target on his back from Craig Christ, ever since 1.1, and the animosity between these two men will come to a head tonight.
SoL: Heh, head. I just got some before the show started and I plan to get some after, so let’s get this show on the road!
Cyrus: Keep it in your pants, SoL. We can’t get this show on if the ref doesn’t ring the bell yet.
SoL: Damn. Come on! We already know Christ is gonna win.
Cyrus: Bold prediction to make, SoL, Dunn’s got his anger on his side.
The two men circle each other carefully as the ref motions for the bell to be rung, which doesn’t take long. Dunn quickly runs in for the first strike but Christ cowardly runs away from him, eventually getting out of the ring.
Cyrus: What the? Christ gets out of the ring. Is he scared?
SoL: Fuck no, did you see the way Dunn went at him? He was unprepared!
Cyrus: I’m pretty sure Christ could have handled whatever Dunn was gonna do to him, come on Christ, get the fuck back into the ring!
SoL: Don’t rush him Cyrus, he’s carefully planning his next move.
Cyrus: No, he’s spending as much time as possible unhurt.
SoL: No he’s not. You lie.
Cyrus: So tell me when he’s gonna get back in the ring.
SoL: Just about…………
Cyrus: Well?
SoL: …………
Cyrus: Yeah.
SoL: ……NOW! See, told you.
Cyrus: Christ gets back in the ring but Dunn tackles him and nails a quick bodyslam for the first strike points of the match and he’s raining elbow drops!
SoL: That’s why Christ had to get out of the ring!
Cyrus: Well, he does have it coming.
SoL: You’re so biased, you know that?
Cyrus: No, not really. Dunn gives Christ a quick suplex and makes the cover, apparently he wants this one over early! One, two, no, shoulder up… no, I think it was more like a fist upside Dunn’s face!
SoL: That’s a real creative way to break up the pin attempt.
Cyrus: Creative, dangerous, and most likely highly illegal, I think that was a closed fist in there!
SoL: That was probably just the glare of the light, Cyrus, let it go.
Cyrus: Now Christ is in control of this match and he’s just hammering away at John Dunn’s skull and neck with those feet of his. There’s a legdrop, and now he’s walking up and away… there’s a lionsault!
SoL: Craig Christ is a real versatile person, you know, Cyrus? Aside from his excellent management and administratorial skills being the GM of VCW, he’s a real wrestler’s wrestler!
Cyrus: He may have won his first match but that was only because he had the cunning to capitalize on an opportunity.
SoL: And that’s a key skill every wrestler should possess! It’s not enough that you’re jacked up, or you’re as good as, say, Dean Malenko or you’re as quick as Rey Mysterio, you gotta have a real head on your shoulders. Without presence of mind and ring logic, you’re nothing but a hoss.
Cyrus: That’s real in-depth, SoL, now could you say that for a wrestler in VCW you don’t really get along with?
SoL: Umm… yeah, of course!
Cyrus: Really? Who then?
SoL: Umm… err… there’s this one guy… uh… I forgot his name… but he’s… he’s kinda good, you know?
Cyrus: Thought so. Christ now coming in with a russian legsweep and he got that in good. Christ taking his time now.
SoL: He’s making sure Dunn is really worn down when he makes the cover attempt.
Cyrus: Christ running in and he wants to get in the neckbreaker but no, John Dunn evades the attempt and turns back with a hard-looking clothesline across the chest of Craig Christ! This may be the opening he needs to regain control of the game!
SoL: No way, it’s just a temporary respite, Christ will get back in there soon!
Cyrus: John chopping away, trying to turn Dunn’s chest into raw meat and there’s a falling knee to Christ’s head! John Dunn is starting to catch fire here!
SoL: Dunn is a tool, Christ will take advantage of him again!
Cyrus: John Dunn picking up Christ again and I think he’s gonna give him a spinebuster… a little hesitation here, I think Christ is resisting… and Christ drops backwards and nails the DDT on Dunn!
SoL: And that’s what I was talking about there, Cyrus. Christ is back in the game.
Cyrus: Let’s talk about the ongoing feud between Craig Christ and the general members of the VCW roster, those who have a good sense of morality about themselves. Or at least, the decent sense.
SoL: Who has a good sense of morality? Who are you talking about? Romeo McCoy, the druggie? John Dunn, the VCW representative of the Internet Hate Machine? Sam & Max, an unfortunate product of biology and one of them is crazy? Anon Ehmus, the ex-convict? Who on this list is moral?
Cyrus: Now when I say moral, I mean those who love their freedom. Those who fight Craig Christ to protect it, those who don’t let him walk all over them at all.
SoL: These men who oppose Christ are stupid. They know best that those who side with him control power.
Cyrus: Power? But who’s left standing with Christ? Ahriman is gone, Exodus – no, Drew Michaels has turned against him but he’s Drew Michaels. The only soldier he’s got left is that warrior Fuego Mistico and I don’t think he’s enough for a personal strike force.
SoL: Well, they were all stupid. Fuego is the only other smart man in the business, after Eric Ares and Christ.
Cyrus: I guess everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Christ now attempts a corkscrew neckbreaker on Dunn and that sweet move lands really well.
SoL: Christ consolidates his power, and that is evidenced by the way he’s dominating Dunn in the ring right now. Now he nails a sweet backbreaker and that is not good at all for Dunn’s body who has been more on the receiving end so far.
Cyrus: Now Christ is putting Dunn’s head between his legs, looking for possibly a powerbomb or a piledriver here, he tries to lift him up but Dunn is resisting… and there’s a back body drop!
SoL: Dunn is starting to rally back here, can he keep up this momentum long enough to win?
Cyrus: Hopefully he can. Dunn hammering away with lefts and rights and lefts and rights and goes for a superkick, but Christ evades though for nothing as Dunn hits back with a dropkick! Dunn is starting to outwit Christ here!
SoL: Wit doesn’t win you a match!
Cyrus: Now I think Dunn is planning something big, he’s climbing up the turnbuckle here, he’s measuring it… senton bomb to Christ’s prone body! That was pretty huge!
SoL: I think that took out the both of them! They’re lying there like carcasses!
Cyrus: Dunn is crawling over to Christ… he wrapped his arm around Christ, it’s the cover! One… two… th-no, Christ got the shoulder up! It’s not over!
SoL: Christ won’t let it happen! He’s not gonna give it up!
Cyrus: The two men are still down, and the ref begins the knockout count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Cyrus: Count of three and still no signs of life!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SoL: Dunn is stirring… Christ is stirring too!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Cyrus: And Dunn manages to get up on his feet just in time to stop the count! Craig Christ is still on one knee here and he’s got… I think he’s got something in his hand!
Dunn gets something from his tights and shakes it with his right hand, then he turns to Christ and he flicks out his hand and out comes a fireball, but Christ manages to evade!
Cyrus: Dunn was going for a Plasma Flare… but Christ knew to duck!
SoL: Quick reflexes, there!
Cyrus: And Craig jumps high to nail his Craigsifixion but Dunn pushes him away in time to counter the maneuver! That’s reflexes as well for ya!
SoL: Bah! So he just delayed the inevitable!
Cyrus: Maybe not as he’s digging in his tights again for another fireball… but I think it’s one second too long as Craig Christ has now rebounded, he jumps high and there’s what he calls the Blood of Craig!
SoL: Expert manuever! Told you he was delaying the inevitable!
Cyrus: Christ makes the pin, the one, the two, the three, this fight is over!
Sarah: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER… CRAIIIIIG CHRIIIIIST!!!
Craig Christ (4.3 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.6 total) John Dunn (3.83 aps + 0.2 avs = 4.03 total)Cyrus: Craig Christ takes the win from John Dunn… and I don’t think Dunn can’t believe it himself! SoL: It’s all over, son! Christ was better than you tonight! Dunn looks furious at his loss and sets his sights on the celebrating Craig Christ, who he begins to assault.Cyrus: Dunn is attacking Christ! SoL: Aw come on, don’t be a sore loser Dunny boy! Cyrus: Dunn is just beating Christ down – the general manager is completely defenseless and caught off-guard here! This is crazy! SoL: Okay look there Christ is starting to fight back, matching every blow Dunn throws and they’re going at it like a couple of drunks at happy hour! Cyrus: Christ manages to knock Dunn down and I think he plans to leave the ring… but here comes Romeo! Romeo McCoy is out here! I thought he was injured for the night! SoL: Apparently not! What the hell is up with our medical team, they should be keeping him in bed! Cyrus: Romeo now taking over Dunn’s duties and it’s not long before this becomes a two-on-one match… unless… okay now here’s Fuego Mistico to even up the odds! It’s pretty damn dangerous for Romeo and Fuego to be out here after what just happened earlier! SoL: Well, Romeo’s incredibly stupid as this is just gonna make it easier for Christ to beat him at Crimson Dawn! Cyrus: Dunn and Romeo manage to knock down Fuego and Christ… and the two men are going up on separate turnbuckles! What do they have planned here? All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go out and it is a few moments until they finally return. When they do, the bodies of Romeo and Dunn are sprawled down on the mat in front of the turnbuckles and Christ and Fuego are stirring. There is also a cloaked figure standing in the center of the ring, and there is a microphone in his hand.Cyrus: Oh my God. Is that… is that… it’s Mortus! SoL: Mortus is here! Cyrus: But… why? Did he do this? I thought he was on his brother’s side! SoL: Well, he’s about to talk, that may answer your questions! Mortus: John… Brother… You are a disgrace to Us. You and your pathetic, losing ways. We grew tired of your insolence. Christ is up on his feet and has a microphone in hand.Christ: Hey… hey Mortus, over here. Thanks a lot, man- Mortus: Silence, Christ. We are not finished yet. Now, as We were saying, We arrived here in VCW and We took you out because We found that you were disgracing Us. We feel it is our duty to relieve this audience of you, brother. Christ: That’s great, Mortus. You know what, I don’t care what the voice says, you’re getting your brother’s spot in the Minutes to Midnight match at Crimson Dawn! Cyrus: Woah! Mortus is in the Minutes to Midnight match for the Sanguine Championship! SoL: Interesting. The match is now raised from good to fucking awesome! Mortus: We appreciate your generosity, Christ. Rest assured that We will indeed participate in the match. And We will become the first VCW Sanguine Champions. Christ: Glad to hear that. Shall we do business, as well? Christ extends his hand to Mortus.Mortus: We shall see. Mortus doesn’t take Christ’s hand and instead turns around and walks back up the ramp, as his theme song “Palladio” by eScala serenades him and as Christ just looks on, with a nondescript look on his face.Cyrus: Mortus has made quite an impact tonight! I don’t believe it! SoL: Well, you’ll have to believe it as I believe he took out his own brother of the game! Cyrus: I guess that’s it for VCW 1.4, we’ll see you all at Crimson Dawn! For SoL- SoL: I can exit this show just as well as you can, Cyrus. For Cyrus the “Shadow Master”, this is SoL the New Breed, wishin’ you all a good night and we’ll see you all at Crimson Dawn! Now time to get me some head! Cyrus: Ugh. Til Crimson Dawn, folks. The show fades out to the logo.
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 9:36:29 GMT -5
And that wraps it up, people! On to the Dawn!
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Post by bmore on Jun 15, 2008 10:28:56 GMT -5
im confused about Drew Micheals and Mortus, they work for two promotions wtih the same character so does that mean everything the do say in LPW can be mentioned here?
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 10:36:08 GMT -5
Theoretically, yes.
Though this I believe is the FMW version of Drew Michaels. He'll have to answer your question.
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Post by Mortus on Jun 15, 2008 11:15:24 GMT -5
This is definately the FMW version of Mortus.
Mortus = Ratings.
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Post by RaTo on Jun 15, 2008 15:53:47 GMT -5
OMGWTFBBQ DREW MICHAELS is Exodus!! Blew me away right there! Rest of the show was pretty awesome as well and Mortus coming to VCW is HUGE as well! On to Crimson Dawn!!
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Post by Eric Ares on Jun 15, 2008 16:37:18 GMT -5
OOC: That show was a great read, really well written from top to bottom. Drew Michaels turning out to be Exodus is a shock, so is Morty coming to VCW.
My only real qualm with this show is that with those two big reveals I find myself very much underwhelmed with the lead into the VCW Heavyweight Title match. Compared to those two I just don't feel as excited about that match as I thought I would.
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Post by Exodus on Jun 15, 2008 16:39:06 GMT -5
Choices always were a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, What you need is someone strong to use you.. Like me, Like me.
Well, well, well; the devil reveals his colors and aligns with Beelzebub when the Chosen One wanders into town. Fear me wayward children because I come baring good news for the righteous and bad news for the wicked.
The Messiah has arrived.
OOC: Well, good to finally be revealed; awesome and stuff.
Also, Drew is Drew wherever you see Drew. Drew Michaels is the same in LPW, FMW, VCW, AIR, FHT, 3W, or any other fed I have been in. I rule like that.
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Post by Eric Ares on Jun 15, 2008 16:43:06 GMT -5
Fear you?
FEAR YOU!
Why because your Drew Michaels of else where fame?
You think that makes you special.
Fuck LPW, Fuck FMW, Fuck every god forsaken fed you have ever been in.
I say to you what I say to everyone else, else where doesn't mean shit.
This is Vendetta Championship Wrestling, it doesn't need a savior.
It already has me.
OOC: OMG! I just realized I get to finally be a heel around Super Southy, let the good times roll.
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Post by Exodus on Jun 15, 2008 16:52:54 GMT -5
Oh Mr. Ares, I have watched you for some time; you seem to fashion yourself as some sort of amazing legend in the ring after what, 4 matches in the big time? You are nothing but a blip on the radar of professional wrestling, an upstart hoping to make his mark by talking a big fucking game but when crunch time comes, you probably don't have the skills to back it up; I've known many a choke artist that follow the same path you are just like you. Weirdly enough, they also usually come from Canada, men like Alex O'Rion and Dalby Sound. I expect nothing less then a wonderful failure on the big stage from you.
As for why you should fear me, I need no reputation; I need no previous fame to precede me. All I need is for you to know that the Heavenly Father does not take kindly to those who harm the innocent like you, men who burst into AA meetings and taunt the weak-willed trying to improve themselves and other atrocious activities. No, I look at you the same way He does; you are but a plague tainting the world, a walking pile of sin which needs to be cleansed. Pride is a deadly sin Mr. Ares, a dangerous idea to toy with. Those who fill themselves with boastful thoughts and prideful beliefs always have a way to fall for men like me never think a second thought about pulling them back into the cesspool that is life. So why should you fear me Eric Ares?
You should fear me because I spend my life destroying men like you.
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Post by Eric Ares on Jun 15, 2008 17:02:56 GMT -5
Wow, you almost sound proud of what you do Mr. Michaels.
Be careful, some holy asshole once told me pride was a sin, and I'd suspect the big man upstairs might be less than happy if his self proclaimed delusional champion was a sinner.
You're right about one thing though, I have only had four matches in the big time and as I've said nothing before that matters. But look where I am after only four matches, on the verge of being the Heavyweight Champion of the World. How long did it take you Drew, how long did you have to pine to be recognized as the best?
So excuse me for being proud, I have plenty to be proud of.
As for your issues with my morality? So fucking what? I live my life in a way I feel comfortable doing? I don't lead people on pretending I am something I am not. I never led a girl to bed with promises of a long relationship, I tell them what to expect and they follow me of their own free will. I have never forced my beliefs on others, I simply do as I want to live the life I want, and it works for me.
You on the other hand believe that all men who don't follow your ever so holy example are evil and must be punished. Fuck Drew, you're the inquisition, you're the crucifixion, you're the Crusades, you're everything that is wrong with this world. Persecuting people for being different from you.
So don't come in here claiming to be a hero, some holy avenger. We aren't all angels and aren't all devils Mr. Michaels. You are simply a man who has taken it upon himself to destroy those who don't believe the same as he. I do as well, anyone who doesn't believe I will be and am the best, but unlike you I have never hidden behind the higher power to prove what I do is right.
I take responsibility for my own actions Drew, maybe you should do the same for once.
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 18:59:24 GMT -5
My only real qualm with this show is that with those two big reveals I find myself very much underwhelmed with the lead into the VCW Heavyweight Title match. Compared to those two I just don't feel as excited about that match as I thought I would. I apologize. It's just that these two men wanted their gimmick changes ASAP. Don't worry, we'll make up for it come the show itself. While Drew was the real secret, I don't see how Mortus is that much of a shock since he had already changed his profile from Dunnsville to Mortus for about two weeks now.
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Post by Exodus on Jun 15, 2008 19:07:24 GMT -5
My only real qualm with this show is that with those two big reveals I find myself very much underwhelmed with the lead into the VCW Heavyweight Title match. Compared to those two I just don't feel as excited about that match as I thought I would. I apologize. It's just that these two men wanted their gimmick changes ASAP. You know you wanted my sexiness to shine sexily for all the sexy people to see with their sexy eyes after my sexy sexiness change sexy. Sexy.
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Post by Eric Ares on Jun 15, 2008 19:09:06 GMT -5
OOC: Well that was disturbing. And yeah I meant more Drew than Morty, Morty isn't peoples anyway
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Post by Exodus on Jun 15, 2008 19:43:24 GMT -5
OOC: You're disturbing...and Canadian. Yeah, take that. Point Drew, high fives all around.
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Post by Eric Ares on Jun 15, 2008 20:01:42 GMT -5
OOC: Ah you poor Americans.
Your just jealous that you can't win wars against people living above you. You couldn't beat us, and you couldn't beat the north part of your country.
You are a two time loser Drew.
In conclusion the point I am trying to make here is really simple.
NO HIGH FIVES FOR YOU!
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Post by Exodus on Jun 15, 2008 20:24:42 GMT -5
OOC: Someone give me the mask back, it can cover my tears...
The tears that come when I think of how cold it must be in Canada, living in igloos and such.
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Jun 15, 2008 20:31:25 GMT -5
OOC: Can't we all be friends? Americans and Canadians should all be friends. Wait a minute. The Canadians bombed the Baldwins didn't they?
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Post by Ro on Jun 15, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -5
Fuck y'all, talk about the show for Christ's sakes.
<3
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Jun 15, 2008 21:08:00 GMT -5
OOC: Good point.
IC: At Crimson Dawn, I will show why I am great when I defeat Captain Courage and iSav. After I beat those two clowns, I will defeat the Sanguine Champion at 2.1. You will then be looking at the new Sanguine Champion.
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Post by Mortus on Jun 16, 2008 2:26:50 GMT -5
No, you won't.
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Post by Onkar Sammael on Jun 16, 2008 8:03:21 GMT -5
Onkar Sammael is a man at war with himself. He blames himself for the horrors he has seen. He blames himself for losing her. He blames himself for the loss of his name. He comes to Vendeatte Championship Wrestling in hope of salvation, in hopes of a new beginning, in hope of reclaiming him name. Onkar Sammael is coming.
Soon
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