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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 8:53:53 GMT -5
Last week, on Crimson Dawn...
Cyrus: This is the moment we have all been waiting for. After weeks and weeks of waiting, tonight we will finally decide who is the World Heavyweight Champion!
SoL: All four of these men have fought and clawed there way to get to this point! And only one can leave this ring tonight with the belt around their waist!
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Cyrus: And Brisbane breaks the hold! Hookton and Brisbane lock up in the center of the ring. Fireman’s Carry by Brisbane! Hookton gets up and goes for a clothsline, but misses! Brisbane goes a big boot to the head, but Hookton catches the leg! He throws the leg down and kicks Brisbane hard in the gut! He runs to the opposite rope and hits a spinning neckbreaker on Brisbane!
SoL: There are no Friends in this match! You don’t trust anyone! You can’t even trust family here! The World Title is bigger than everything!
*****
After finishing the move, Ares turns Magnum around and rakes his eyes. Ares sees the ref’s back is turned checking on Hookton, so he kicks Magnum low!
Cyrus: What the Hell? He kicked him below the Belt! What a miserable piece of…
SoL: Brilliance! Magnum was getting cock sure, but Ares capitalized! This man is going to be the next World Champion! Guarantee it!
*****
As Ares gets up, Magnum comes in and tries to clothsline him from behind. Ares ducks, but Magnum springboards off the ropes and nails an elevated DDT on Ares. He goes to the top rope and signals to the crowd he is the new champ. He jumps and nails Ares with This Just In.
Cyrus: THIS JUST IN! The Cover! New Champ! 1…2..Brisbane breaks up the pin!
SoL: And Brisbane has made a highly intelligent move to insure that he is still in the title hunt!
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Ares goes for the kick, but Brisbane dodges! Hookton tries to nail Ares with a Roaring Elbow, but Ares throws the ref in the way and the ref gets knocked out cold!
SoL: The ref is down! That dirty Hookton knocked the law down!
Cyrus: What are you watching? Ares threw him in the way! And Hookton checks on the ref as Ares measures up Hookton! Hookton gets up! And Ares kicks him in the stomach! He lifts him up! FINAL DESTINATION! He covers Hookton! But there is no ref!
SoL: Get a ref out here, damnit! This match should have been over 20 seconds and counting ago! Here comes another ref! Cover! 1…2…Kickout by Hookton? Son of a Bitch!
*****
Ares breaks out of the hold then shoves Hookton into the second ref. The ref is down for only a few seconds, but as he gets up to collect himself, Eric Ares nails Hookton with a low blow, then hits him with the Emasculation!
Cyrus: EMASCULATION! Damnit!
SoL: Ares has this! Match over! Cover…
As Ares hits the Emasculation, Brisbane throws Magnum to the ropes and hits him with the Critical Hit. Brisbane covers Magnum. The first referee slowly crawls and makes the cover, while the second ref only sees Ares covering Hookton!
Cyrus: Wait! Brisbane nailed the Critical Hit on Magnum! The original Ref slowly goes over! Cover…
Cyrus: (for Brisbane)1…2…3! Brisbane Wins! What?
SoL: (for Ares) 1…2…3! Ares Wins! What?
The original ref lifts up the arm of Brisbane in Victory, while the second ref lifts up the arm of Ares. When the four of them see what is going on, the two refs start to argue with each other and Ares and Brisbane get in each others faces, declaring each other champ!
Cyrus: What the hell? They... both won?
SoL: No, Ares won! I distinctly saw the second ref’s hand land first! Ares is the champion! You’re a hater if you don’t think so!
Cyrus: Drinking Ares’ Kool Aid as usual! Brisbane won this match fair and square! And if it wasn’t for Ares knocking the original ref out, this wouldn’t even be an issue!
SoL: Quit hatin’! Give the damn title to Ares!
Everyone looks at the replay on the Titantron, looking for a definite answer on who is the champion. As everyone watches, we see that both refs hands landed on three at the exact same time. This only further complicates things as both refs continue to argue and both wrestlers have to be held back from each other by security.
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Out of nowhere, new VCW GM Skyler Striker comes out to the stage, with a mic in hand. The crowd finally sees him and goes into an uproar. The new GM acknowledges the people. Everyone in the ring hears the commotion from the fans and look toward the stage.
SoL: What the hell is he doing out here? Unless he is handing the title to Ares, he needs to get his ass to the back and beg that Christ doesn’t kick his nut sack in!
Cyrus: Christ’s power is gone! Skyler is in charge here! Let’s hear what he has to say!
Skyler: It seems that we have a problem! And since I am the man that solves problems around here, not creates them, I am going to have to make a decision! First, I want all of you people to give these guys a round of applause for a kick ass Match!
Cyrus: That much I can agree with! Kickass!
SoL: Come on, get to it...
The crowd gives a roar of approval.
Skyler: Oh, yeah! Ares did okay too!
Cyrus: Hah! Good one.
The crowd laughs in approval as Ares mouths tells Skyler from the ring to stop being a fuckin comedian and do his fuckin job.
SoL: Just tell us what we need to hear, tell us Ares is CHAMP, BABY!
Skyler: After watching the replays over and over again, I have made a decision. Brisbane, I am sorry to say, you are not the champ today!
SoL: YES!
Cyrus: I guess the new GM has spoken.
SoL: IN YOUR FACE!
The crowd starts to boo as Ares jumps up and down in the ring!
Skyler: Why are you jumping around, Eric? I am not done! I was about to say, Eric Ares, you are not the champion today either!
SoL: WHAT?!
Cyrus: HA! Now that's more like it!
SoL: THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY!
The crowd cheers at this news as Ares goes into a rage.
Cyrus: There's no champ tonight! It may be a sad fact, but it's only fair, after the double pinfall!
SoL: THIS IS ROBBERY! THIS IS TRICKERY! SOMEBODY ARREST THIS MAN!
Cyrus: Get a hold of yourself, New Breed!
Skyler: For you see, both of you men where clearly the winners of this match! And since we can’t have two world champions, I have decided, as General Manager of VCW, that at our Supershow after 2.1, it will be Sir Feyd Brisbane versus Eric Ares for the World Heavyweight Title, and there will be a winner! But you two are going to have to pay attention at 2.1! I plan to announce some very…interesting twists to this match. Get ready gentlemen!
Your quest isn’t over yet! Cyrus: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a the newly named VCW Vengeance! This is your play-by-play commentator Cyrus the Shadow Master alongside The New Breed himself, SoL! Not long ago we witnessed a breathtaking event at Crimson Dawn and saw so many things develop, including a new name for this Show, a brand new General Manager, a newly Crowned Sanguine Champion, and the controversy surrounding the VCW World Heavyweight Championship! SoL: The new GM is a fraud and the rightful champion was robbed! A great Pay per View ruined by an opportunistic new General Manager and a slow witted referee! The only bright spots that I saw was Mortus winning the Sanguine title and Drew Michaels catching a beat down by some Mexicans! Cyrus: VCW has gotten a lot more interesting since the Pay Per View, and we will continue to peak the fans interest tonight, on the first edition of VCW Vengenace! Let's go to Sarah in the ring! Sarah: Tonight's first contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... "Bucky Done Gun" by M.I.A blares on the PA as the lights go out. The arena lights back up with strobe lights as Bmore comes out to the roar of the audience. He slaps hands with the fans as he walks down the aisle. He walks to the apron, then flips over the ropes into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and has his hands held up. The crowd roars “Where are you from?” Bmore answers back, “Baltimore!”Sarah: He hails from Baltimore, Maryland. He weighs in tonight at 200 pounds! He is the “Raver” BMORE! Cyrus: Bmore has shown alot of heart since he has debuted at VCW 1.4. But he has had a sort of unlucky draw in his first three matches in VCW. At 1.4, he faced off against the giant 13 and won! But at Crimson Dawn, he faced the big and calculating Benjamin Bright in a valiant but losing effort! I am sure he is probably praying inside for an opponent under 290lbs sooner or later! SoL: Hey, if he wanted to fight people his own weight, he can beat up on the pieces of trash he hangs out with in the rave clubs or go to some small rinky dink independent promotion! He wants to wrestle in the top organizations, he is going to have to fight whoever they put him up against. Be they the size of Benjamin Bright or Mugsy Bogus! "Disposiable Teens(Instrumental)"by Marlyn Manson blares on the PA as the flames shoot out of the ring posts. As the flames end, Onkar Sammael comes out of the curtain, to a mixed reception from the crowd. Sammael walks straight down the ramp, keeping his gaze solely on Bmore. He climbs the ring steps and steps over the top rope and enters into the ring.Sarah: And his opponent, from Montauk, New York. He weighs in tonight at 335lbs. He is the "Mourning Colosuss" ONKAR SAMMAEL! SoL: Smore made me lose money last time I betted against him, but Onkar Sammael is an impressive specimen! I am going to say Onkar has this one. Gut feeling, Cyrus! Cyrus: Well, Bmore seems to be trying to strategize how he is going to be able to get out of this match alive, let alone win this! SoL: Facing a man that is eleven inches and 135lbs heavier than you is bad enough! Let's add to the fact that Onkar isn't all there in the head and is trying to find whatever the hell he seeks, that is a recipe for disaster! Bmore goes to lockup with Onkar, who immediately shoves him away like he is nothing. Bmore gets up, frustrated. They go to hook up again, but Bmore dodges and lands a series of right jabs to the face of Onkar. Bmore than tries to clothsline Onkar, but Bmore's arm bounces off the big man's chest. Onkar tries to deliver a clothsline to Bmore, but he dodges and lands a dropkick to Onkar's chest, which sends him back a few steps.Cyrus: Bmore's best asset is his speed. If he can stay out of Onkar's grasp, try to hit him hard and fast, he might have a shot! SoL: Yeah, I don't see him hitting Onkar Sammael hard and fast at the same time. He is going to need a miricle to pull this one out! Cyrus: Both men to the center of the ring to lockup. Onkar with a hard forearm. Irish Whip to the ropes! Clothsline attempt, Bmore ducks! Coming back around. Crossbody block! Caught by Onkar! Onkar lifts him in a military press! Bmore jumps out of Onkar's grasp. Dropkick to the knee! Onkar felt that one! Bmore gets up and starts to just attack Onkar's leg with low kicks, but the big man is still up on his feet! SoL: Bmore is going to need one big ass axe to take that big tree down! Onkar is still unfazed! He looks more annoyed than in pain! Bmore kicks Onkar about ten times in his right leg. Bmore goes for one more kick, but Onkar grabs his leg. He throws his leg up, but Bmore does a backflip and lands on his feet, only to get planted with a big Yakuza Kick to his face by Onkar.Cyrus: What a big Yakuza Kick by Onkar Sammael! And he has taken firm control of this match. SoL:I'll say! I could have sworn that was a truck that knocked Bmore out. Oh well! Cyrus: Onkar picks up Bmore and headbutts him! He headbutts him again. He Irish Whips Bmore into the corner. Here comes Onkar! Onkar goes for a clothsline, but Bmore slides through the middle rope to get out of the way, causing Onkar to hit the turnbuckle. Bmore uses the ropes and hits Onkar with a springboard dropkick to the knee, knocking the big man to one knee.Cyrus: Onkar is almost down! Bmore is chopping him down to size! SoL: He isn't out yet! Cyrus: Bmore runs to the opposite ropes. Here he comes like a bolt of lightning! Shining Wizard! Cover!1...; Onkar just pressed Bmore off of him like he was a pillow! SoL: And Onkar is slowly getting back up. Bmore's tiny shot at getting Onkar on the floor has ended just as quickly! Cyrus: Bmore runs to the ropes again! Spin Kick attempt...missed! Onkar locks on a Katihajime! And he nails Bmore with the Katihajime Plex! And the young man is out for a loop! SoL: Time for the big man to end this! He takes Bmore's lifeless body and Irish Whips him to the corner! Onkar runs full tilt to the corner for a running knee, but Bmore dodges out of the way. Onkar's momentum makes him hit his knee on the turnbuckle and flip out of the ring to the outside! He lands on his feet. Bmore comes out of nowhere and nails Onkar with a Cannonball Senton through the second rope to the outside!Cyrus: And Onkar is down! It doesn't matter how big you are folks! When a 200 lb missle comes at you like Bmore did, you are going down! And that is what happened to Onkar Sammael, who is down and out. And the crowd arel on there feet for Bmore, cheering him on wildly! SoL: So he got a little lucky! If he keeps up with the high risk moves, he will miss one that will cost him! Cyrus: Onkar starts to get up, but is met with a kick to the face by Bmore! Onkar tries to full stand up again, but Bmore with another kick to the face! Onkar tries again. Bmore with a kick, but Onkar blocks it and rocks Bmore with an uppercut. Bmore stumbles a bit, rocked by the uppercut. When he comes back to his senses, he gets knocked head over heals by a vicious clothsline by Onkar Sammael.SoL: And Bmore got knocked the hell out by the clothsline, Cyrus! Onkar throws Bmore into the ring, and he is grabbing a chair! Cyrus: Why the hell does he need a chair of all people? SoL: Maybe he wants to send a statement? Cyrus: The ref is not happy with the chair being in the ring, and motions to Onkar to get it out of the ring. He goes to strike Bmore, but the ref holds him back. Dropkick to the chest by Bmore, but he knocked Onkar into the ref, who is down but just dazed! SoL: That is all that Onkar needs to finish Bmore off! Onkar swings for Bmore but misses. Bmore taunts Onkar to swing for him again. Onkar takes a mighty swing, but Bmore dodges and in one jump goes to the top turnbuckle. When Onkar turns around, Bmore comes off the top rope with a 540 Kick that connects with the chair and knocks Onkar to the floor.Cyrus: Onkar is Down! What a kick by Bmore! SoL: No, this can't happen again! Cyrus: Lionsault connects! The ref is dazed but coherant! The cover! 1...2...3! It's over! Sarah: Your Winner of the Match! The "Raver" BMORE! SoL: What the hell? You know what, next time I am going to save my money and just enjoy watching his next opponent beat the hell out of him! Cyrus: Baltimore's own Bmore just shocked the world again with his second win against one of the giants of VCW! I personally think he is starting to crave a niche as a bit of a giant killer! SoL: He got lucky that the chair came into play! Without that chair, Bmore would have been a splattered carcass on the floor!
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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 8:54:21 GMT -5
The broadcast returns to the ring, where a well-dressed stranger is standing in the middle of. He has a mic in hand, a running lottery machine, and two attractive assistants carrying briefcases.
SoL: Who... is this guy? And since when was this VCW Powerball?
Cyrus: I may have an idea. Let him talk.
Stranger: Hello everyone, my name is Mike Forrest, and I'm VCW's newest superstar!
Cyrus: Yep, I was right. This is Mike Forrest, the millionaire.
SoL: He's a millionaire? Well, The New Breed is a billionaire!
Cyrus: Nobody cares.
SoL: Oh, the fly honeys do.
Forrest: And I've come out here tonight not to wrestle, no, I haven't been booked for a debut yet. No, instead, I asked Skyler a favor, I asked him if I can do this on VCW. Tonight, one of you millions of fans in the audience is gonna be lucky!
The audience pops.
Forrest: Now each of the seat numbers in the arena is represented here in my lottery machine. I'm gonna draw a number from it, and well, obviously, whoever's sitting on the number I draw will get a prize! So without further ado, let's begin!
More pops. Mike goes over to the lottery machine and begins to stick his hand in.
SoL: Yeah right, can he actually pull it off?
Cyrus: Shush! He's drawing a number!
Mike pulls out a ball with a number, and begins to read it.
Forrest: And the lucky audience member tonight, sitting in section 3B...
The house lights go out and spotlights go on, highlighting the aforementioned section in the audience.
Forrest: ...row 5...
The spotlights narrow to the fifth row.
Forrest: ...seat number 10!
The spotlights shine on a little boy.
Forrest: Come on down here, buddy!
Boy: I won! I won! Look daddy, he picked me!
Forrest: Come on down here, little buddy, and go get your prize from me!
Cyrus: I hope to God this isn't some sort of scam.
SoL: Heh, you just gave me fun thoughts.
Cyrus: Asshole.
The boy, accompanied by his father, goes down to the ring. When he finally climbs up, Mike Forrest has a puzzled look on his face.
Forrest: Hmm... you look younger than I thought.
The boy's father looks puzzled.
Father: Is that gonna be a problem, sir?
Mike thinks.
Forrest: ...Not at all, sir. Tell you what. I honestly can't just give it away to someone so young as you...
The crowd boos. The little boy starts to look worried.
SoL: Ha! Knew it!
Cyrus: Aw come on, Forrest, you said so yourself you were gonna give a prize!
Forrest: ...but what I can do is, I'm gonna flip my coin over here, and if it's heads, I'm gonna pay for you and your family to fly out to my first match, where you are gonna be my manager for the night! How about that, buddy?
The crowd pops, and the boy and his father looks happy.
SoL: Big promise, and all on the flip of a coin!
Cyrus: I have to agree with you SoL, can he actually make this kid happy?
Forrest: Okay, I'm gonna flip it now. Blow on it, for luck!
The kid blows on the coin and Mike flips it. It lands on his palm, which he then puts on his other wrist. The camera zooms in to check the result. The coin came up... heads! The crowd pops, and the boy is happy!
Cyrus: A young boy gets to live a childhood dream and becomes Mike Forrest's manager for his debut match, whenever that may be!
SoL: Ha, that was a lucky toss! And what does it matter if a kid manages him?
Cyrus: It's going to make the kid extremely happy, SoL, a concept I'm not surprised you're unfamiliar with!
Forrest: How about that, buddy? I'll see you next show, yeah? Here, you can have the coin!
Mike tosses the kid the coin, and the camera zooms in... to reveal that the coin was actually double-sided!
Cyrus: The coin was double-sided! Ingenious! Mike Forrest was really going to give it away after all!
SoL: What a ham!
The boy and his father make their way back to their seats.
Cyrus: Now we turn to a blood feud that has been simmering since VCW 1.2. Romeo McCoy and Erich Ahriman both assaulted each other, Ahriman in the ring with a chair, Romeo in the back with a pipe. Both men are proud men that don’t take lightly to being attacked.
SoL: Romeo deserved getting popped by Ahriman! He tried to step on the toes of Craig Christ and Ahriman just felt like popping him in his arrogant skull. Romeo overacted and went the way of hooliganism to “deliver his receipt!”
Cyrus: Well, these two men started this battle at 1.2. We will see if this thing gets out of hand early. There is that much hate between them!
SoL: Because Romeo was having drug withdrawls! That is why he flipped out on Ahriman! Romeo is a good technician, no doubt about that! But Ahriman is a cold, calculating man! He is not someone to be messed with!
Sarah: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge blares on the PA, as the crowd stands on there feet in anticipation. Romeo McCoy comes through the curtain and stands on the stage to a chorus of cheers.
Sarah: From Chicago, Illinos, weighing in at 240 lbs. He is the King of Pain! ROMEO MCCOY!
As Romeo walks down the ramp, Erich Ahriman runs down the ramp and clothslines him in the back of his neck. He starts to stomp on Romeo while he is on the floor, as "Next in Line" by Children of Bodom blares on the PA. The crowd boos loudly at the sneak attack. A fan tries to throw a drink at Ahriman, but misses. Ahriman grabs the man and shoves him to the floor. Security gets to the guardrail to stop Ahriman from beating the man.
Sarah: And his opponent, from the Mojave Desert! Weighing in at 230lbs! He is ERICH AHRIMAN!
Cyrus: What a dirty Sneak attack by Erich Ahriman! And then he assaulted a fan!
SoL: Lies! Romeo attacked him with a pipe at 1.2! He deserves everything he is getting right now. And that fan should have been drinking that soda instead of trying to throw it at a superior human being like Ahriman!
Cyrus: Ahriman laying the boots to Romeo on the Arena floor still! Ahriman picks Romeo up. Irish Whip to the apron. Romeo slides into the ring! Ahriman follows, but gets hit with a baseball slide that sends him sprawling back outside. Romeo is outside and slams Ahriman’s head into the guardrail!
SoL: So let me guess, Cyrus! Romeo can commit bloody murder and it is justice served, but if Ahriman, the man who was physically assaulted with a pipe does something that gives him a small advantage, you call him a dirty cheat? Get your story straight!
Romeo picks Ahriman up and drapes him over the Guardrail and delivers a hard knife edge chop. Romeo then throws Ahriman into the ring and slides into the ring. He drags Ahriman to the corner and starts to chop at Ahriman.
Cyrus: Hard Knife Edge Chops by Romeo! Irish Whip to the corner! Romeo comes running at Ahriman at full speed!
SoL: And Ahriman makes him eat his boot! And Ahriman almost took Romeo’s head off!
Cyrus: Romeo is reeling, but still on his feet! Ahriman grabs him. Hangman’s Neckbreaker! And Romeo is down holding his neck!
SoL: And Ahriman is not celebrating! He is measuring Romeo up. Stomp to the Neck! And again! He is going after Romeo’s neck and not letting the idiots get to him! I love this guy!
Ahriman lifts Romeo up and nails him with a face crusher on his knee. He holds on and then delivers a swinging neckbreaker on Romeo. He holds on and locks on a Dragon Sleeper.
SoL: He is trying to injure that neck even further! Great strategy by Ahriman!
Cyrus: But Romeo is fighting the hold! Ahriman doesn’t have it fully locked on!
Ahriman tries to lock on the hold to apply more pressure, but Romeo keeps fighting him. He tries to lift him up for a reverse suplex, but Romeo holds on and locks on his own Dragon Sleeper.
Cyrus: Great reverse by Romeo! He is trying to lock it on, but now Ahriman is fighting the hold! Ahriman spins around and tries for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Romeo with a knee to the gut, which knocks Ahriman to one knee! Shinning Mafia Kick!
SoL: Ahriman looks to be in a bit of trouble here!
Romeo picks Ahriman up and kicks him in the chest. He measures Ahriman and kicks him in the chest again. He measures Ahriman and goes for a kick to the head, but Ahriman ducks and trips up Romeo. He rolls to his head and locks in the Crossface.
SoL: Crossface! And Romeo is in trouble now! I knew Ahriman had him!
Cyrus: Not quite yet! Romeo is close to the ropes!
SoL: Yeah, but he has no fight left! His kind can only hit people from behind or in a dark alley! When they are on the floor, they’re finished!
Cyrus: What do you mean “Their Kind”, SoL?
SoL: Figure it out yourself, smart guy! I am not going to repeat myself!
Cyrus: Oh, Romeo made it to the ropes! But Ahriman is in control and has Romeo’s neck in a world of hurt!
SoL: It is only a matter of time now!
Ahriman Irish Whips Romeo to the Ropes and attempts to hit the Amor Fati, but Romeo counters with a headscissors Douchebag. Ahriman gets up and runs toward Romeo, who flapjacks Ahriman up and plants him with a cutter.
Cyrus: Flapjack Cutter! And Romeo has taken control! Ahriman gets up slowly! Romeo with a superkick that sends him sprawling to the apron! Romeo follows him to the apron!
SoL: He is picking Ahriman up in a fireman’s carry! What is he going to do?
Cyrus: He could be going for a Fireman’s Carry Cutter on the Arena Floor!
SoL: Ref, stop him! He isn’t allowed! Show some balls and do your job!
Romeo attempts to nail Ahriman with the cutter, but Ahriman starts to hit Romeo with Elbows to his head. Romeo releases Ahriman. Romeo goes over to kick Ahriman, but misses and his foot hits the ref in the chest!
Cyrus: The Ref was close to the ropes and when Romeo went to kick Ahriman in the face, Ahriman ducked and the ref is down!
SoL: And Ahriman is taking advantage!
Cyrus: Low Blow by Ahriman. And Romeo is down on the apron! What the hell is Ahriman doing?
SoL: He is setting up a table close to the apron! I wonder what he has up his sleeve?
Ahriman walks back up to the apron and lifts Romeo up. He slaps him in the back of his head, then delivers an apron release Dragon Suplex, throwing Romeo through the table! The crowd goes frantic at this turn of events as Ahriman slowly rolls off the apron and moves away the table. Romeo McCoy is down on the floor, knocked out cold.
SoL: What a devastating move by Ahriman! He has this thing in the bag! He drags Romeo’s useless carcass into the ring! He picks him up? And he has him sitting in the middle of the ring? What is he going to…THE SIXTH EXTINCTION on the seated Romeo! And the ref is up now!
Cyrus: What the hell? Romeo was already out! Was that really necessary?
SoL: Yes it was! Here's the COVER! 1…2…3! And this one is over!
Sarah: And the winner of the match! ERICH AHRIMAN!
Erich Ahriman (3.44 aps + 0.5 avs = 3.94 total) Romeo McCoy (0 aps + 0.2 avs = 0.2 total)
Ahriman rolls out of the ring and looks straight at the fallen body of Romeo as EMT’s rush to the ring to check on him.
Cyrus: What a disgusting act by Erich Ahriman! I have a feeling that these two’s differences haven’t been settled yet, just escalated!
SoL: But Erich Ahriman sent a receipt to Romeo for knocking him out for six months by knocking him the hell out tonight! Ahriman sent Romeo a warning! Don’t mess with him!
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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 8:55:55 GMT -5
Cyrus: Now, you all tuned in to the Crimson Dawn Pay Per View last month - SoL: More buy rates than Wrestlemania! Cyrus: Really? SoL: Hah no, with Christ running the company yes but with Skyler running it now, no. Cyrus: My psychiatrist said I need to stop pointing out the obvious to you, its damaging my health. Anyway, you all tuned in to Crimson Dawn. Here is the end of Minutes to Minute and the crowning of our only champion. *****
Cyrus: Cain Ravid is having a little difficulty here due to the resistance Chris Austin is putting up!
SoL: He’s struggling!
Cyrus: Ravid tries to stabilize! He’s counting on every last ounce of his strength!
SoL: Austin is shaking like an epileptic!
Cyrus: But Ravid maintains his firm grip on Austin’s arms… AND RAVID MANAGES TO NAIL THE MARK OF CAIN! CHRIS AUSTIN DOWN TO THE CONCRETE OF THE PARKING LOT!
SoL: He pulled it off!
Cyrus: A tired Cain Ravid simply falls down and make the pinfall attempt, the ref slides there and counts, one, two, three! RAVID GETS THE BELT FROM CHRIS AUSTIN AT 12 SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK! CAIN RAVID MAY BE WALKING OUT AS THE SANGUINE CHAMPION!
SoL: But here comes Mortus and he wastes no time in doing THAT PALM STRIKE TO RAVID’S NOSE! HE JUST UNLOCKED A NEW RESERVOIR OF BLOOD! 8 SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK!
Cyrus: And down goes Cain Ravid, bleeding harder than he possibly could! 5 seconds left on the clock, Mortus makes the cover, can he pull it off in time? The ref’s there, he makes the count! ONE, TWO, THREE! BY GOD, MORTUS STOLE THE TITLE FROM CAIN RAVID WITH 1 SECOND LEFT ON THE CLOCK!
SoL: MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!
And the clock finally reaches zero and the buzzer alarm is once again sounded, signalling the end of the match! Mortus holds the title up high!
Sarah: And here is your winner, and the NEW VCW SANGUINE CHAMPION….MORTUUUUUS!!!
***** SoL: Well… Mortus won by picking the moment. It’s tactics, it was a timed match and he won in the dying seconds. Winning the belt before the match actually finishes is plain useless. Cyrus: It was twelve seconds - Suddenly Cain Ravid runs to the ring and slides in, he is in the ring when Clint Mansell’s "Requiem for a Dream" blasts through the PA system, Cyrus and SoL are confused, as is Sarah who quickly grabs her Microphone.Sarah: Introducing first … Ravid: Not now Sarah! JUST INTRODUCE CHRIST! Sarah: I’m just doing my job Cain! Cain Ravid walks up to Sarah.Ravid: JUST - Cain Ravid is cut off as “Craig” by Stephen Lynch as Craig Christ walks out to a chorus of boos. Getting jeers from the crowd for no longer being the General Manager of VCW. He walks up the stairs slowly and hops over the middle rope.Sarah: *quickly* This is Craig Christ from Green Bay, 240 pounds. Ring the bells. Sarah backs away as soon as possible away from Cain who is staring her down. The bell rings and he swings his attention straight at Craig Christ. Cyrus: A pissed off man there. SoL: Named after the first murderer ever recorded? Would piss me off. Cyrus: Lock up in the middle of the ring Christ gets the advantage and into the corner they go. SoL: Massive chop by Christ, look at him bring the blood to the surface. Another. Cyrus: The third one blocked, Craig’s head into the turnbuckle. Cain slips out runs to the middle then attempts two knees to the back of Christ. SoL: Attempt is right. Christ sensed it got out of the way. Christ for the cover. Cyrus: Not even a one count. Ravid up, pushes Christ off him pounces off the ropes. Craig Christ holds out his fist and Ravid runs into it sending him to the mat, Christ takes the advantage and kicks him in the head and then stomps every joint of his limbs.SoL: R-Tard Cain Ravid, ran straight into the one, didn’t even look up. Cyrus: I agree SoL I actually agree with you, this man got screwed out of the Sanguine title match and he is fighting reckless. SoL: Rebel without a cause. Cyrus: Indeed James Dean. SoL: Thanks, he was a great actor. Cyrus: Bisexual as well. Gay! SoL: Shutup Cyrus I have a match to call. Christ taking his time over the bitter and broken Ravid awww so sad look at his lifeless corpse. Christ starts to pretend listening to the crowd, they reply him with a round of boos, he does this to every side of the ring and then bounces off the ring delivering a leg drop onto the neck of Ravid.SoL: Nice one Christ mimicking someone lesser than him. Cover. One, Two - Cyrus: Kickout by Ravid Christ cannot believe it. Christ picks him up by the hair and leads him to the turnbuckle. Bouncing Ravid’s head off, look at the whiplash on his neck. SoL: Now he can’t give head, broken neck and all. Cyrus: I’m sure you would be disappointed with that. SoL: Stop talking! Now! It isn’t good for my heart. Cyrus: Another head butt to the turnbuckle by Ravid. Another one - NO! Ravid grabs the ring ropes and pushes Christ off. Hitting a Fisherman’s Suplex in the corner. Christ head hitting all three turnbuckles. SoL: Ouch. Cyrus: Terrific input, the crowd roars as Christ is down. Ravid grabs a hold of Craig Christ and drags him into the centre of the ring and applies an arm bar, wrenching Christ’s left arm backwards stretching the abdominal muscles to their maximum.SoL: This is barely a submission move, quite easy to live through. Every second is equal to one sit up. One, Two, Three. Four. Five. Cyrus: Stop counting! SoL: Only Christ can stop me counting. Six. Seven. Eight. Christ gets his arm forward and pulls it free of Ravid’s grip and hops up. Ravid kicks him in the back of the knee and goes back in a submission move.Cyrus: Camel Clutch, SoL this is a submission. It was a finisher for Christ’s sake. SoL: Pun intended? Cyrus: Totally. SoL: Yet, I can deny any sort of respect of this move with this statement. Butt raises. YES Cyrus I said butt raises, hilarious. Christ sliding backwards - Cyrus: Towards the middle of the ring… SoL: SLIDING BACKWARDS! Lifting his arse. Knees up and he pushes Ravid over the top of his head. As Ravid goes over the top of Christ he gets a kick to the face off. Christ gets up dazedly, and Ravid tries to get the jump on him but Christ drops to the mat pulling down the ring rope sending Ravid flying into the barrier. Christ chuckles and taunts while standing in the ring. Ravid is getting his back patted and shrugs of his fans, slamming both fists into the ring apron. Christ attempts a baseball slide.Cyrus: Ravid grabs both legs and hits…a DDT SoL: On his legs?! That is unbelievable. Cyrus: Could of broken both his legs there. Ravid pushes Christ into the ring further sliding in shortly afterwards. Grabbing Christ, Ravid hit’s a snap suplex. Letting go quickly Ravid jumps up and kicks the back of the knee of Christ then delivers a stomp onto the spine of Christ who howls in pain. Once again helping Christ to his feet, Ravid hit’s a DDT.SoL: Ouch, this is getting brutal. I think Christ made a mistake sending him into the barrier. Cyrus: Ravid didn’t let go after that DDT, hops back up. And another DDT. Christ’s forehead won’t take much more. Ravid again doesn’t let go and steps up and setting up for another DDT, but Christ flings a couple of punches to the ribs, but Ravid doesn’t let go until Christ hit’s a low blow. The referee was blindsided and didn’t see the illegal move.SoL: You spoke last Cyrus! I know that was illegal, but it was to save himself, three DDTs? You would suffer brain damage. Cyrus: It really was desperation. But do you think hitting a man, who is going beserk, in the crotch is the best thing to do? SoL: Well played. Christ gets a few kicks into the back, as Ravid gets himself up. Cyrus: Christ is shaky here, runs at Ravid attempting a standing cross body. Countered by Ravid!!! Cain Ravid grabs a hold of Christ and in one fluid motions throws him back first into the ring post.SoL: CRINGE! Christ could of lost feeling in his bottom half. Call the match ref! Place your hands in a cross. Cyrus: I think the ref may be getting some payback on the ex-General Manager by not calling this a no contest. Ravid picks up Christ and place him on his shoulders. Walking into the centre of the ring he shows the body of Christ to everyone in the crowd.Cyrus: Setting up for the Mark of Cain- SoL: Can I say something? Cyrus: What NOW!? Christ slips out, tries to get out of the ring but Ravid gets him by the neck and delivers a back breaker. Now what SoL? SoL: Not when you talk to me like that… Cyrus: Stop moping and speak up! Side note here: Ravid locks in a half boston crab. SoL: OK then. So Cain’s finisher is called the Mark of Cain, right, a.k.a. Crucifix power bomb. Yet he had nothing to do with Crucifixion, which was common practise beginning in the sixth century BC. Meaning it wasn’t even invented at that time. While Cyrus and SoL have their chat. Craig Christ has reached the ropes and the ref got his count to four and a half when Ravid lets go. Ravid frustrated flings the leg to the ground, the knee crashing to the floor. Ravid heads to the top rope and stalks Christ.Cyrus: Well SoL the mark of Cain refer to the Biblical passages in the Book of Genesis chapter 4. Where God declared that Cain. The firstborn son of Adam and Eve. Was cursed. And placed a mark upon him to warn others that killing Cain would provoke the vengeance of God. SoL: Ohhhhhh… Cyrus: Can we get back to the match? Ravid waiting on top of the turnbuckle. Christ is up with no idea which way is north. Ravid stands tall. TORNADO DDT!!! Christ’s head bounces off the mat! SoL: Yet he has the sense to get out of the ring. Plonk, like a golfball in the toilet. Cyrus: Golf ball? SoL: It’s what I call my tur- Cyrus: The ref begins a count. One! Two! Craig is on his hands and knees breathing heavily. The referee continues to count Christ out. Although slightly taking his time as he is also keeping Ravid from exiting the ring.Three! Ravid: CMON! LET ME THROUGH! Four! Five! Ravid pushes the referee into the ring ropes. The referee gives him once more chance to control himself and stay in the ring. Ravid is pacing crazily.Six! Seven! Christ is on his feet. He won’t get into the ring.
Referee: BACK IN THE RING CHRIST!
Cyrus: YEAH CHRIST IN THE RING!
SoL: STAY OUT CHRIST FOR YOUR HEALTH!
Christ is shaking his head and backs into the barrier, the fans are trying to push him back into the ring. He is flinging them back, they are throwing hotdogs and beer cups at him. He has a look of terror on his face. Ravid is yelling his lungs out towards Christ.
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!!
Sarah: And you winner is CAIN RAAAAAAAVID!…. Hey Cain- what- what are you doing!?
Cain Ravid (4.1 aps + 1.1 avs = 5.2 total) Craig Christ (0 aps + 0.2 avs = 0.2 total)
Cain Ravid slides out of the ring as “Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell blares over the PA system yet the fans have a look of shock on their faces. He grabs Sarah’s chair from under her and charges around the ring towards Christ who is limping up the entrance ramp. He isn’t going to get away so security rush down to block Ravid moving up the ramp.
SoL: Craig Christ thought about his well being before a win.
Cyrus: So true, he was being destroyed in that ring. Did you see the way he was limping up that ring? Not to mention the fact he had like ten DDTs.SoL: Hyperbole police called, your going to Exaggeration Camp. Cyrus: Gay… Time for a break! SoL needs his “Bravo” hit. Second half coming up. Title Match, Tag Team Action and our Main Event.
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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 8:56:50 GMT -5
SoL: Crimson Dawn created our next match. When the Dud Nobnard beat iSav and Captain Courage he gained a chance to compete for the Sanguine Title.
Cyrus: Correct and when Mortus gained a victory in the Minutes to Midnight match he gained the Sanguine Title.
SoL: AND BY THEIR MATCHES COMBINED THEY CREATED CAPTAIN PLANET!
Cyrus: A.K.A This match. Hop to it?
SoL: Hop to it!
Van Halen’s “Eruption” takes over the PA and out sprints the Great Nobnard sliding into the ring. The crowd roars but falls silent as he checks his watch. Eagerly they lean forward, Nobnard shakes his head as he reads his time. The crowd sigh with him.
Sarah: The following contest is a First Blood match for the Sanguine Title, the only way to win is to cause your opponent to bleed. Introducing the challenger weighing in at 190 pounds… From THAT PLACE OVER THERE! HE IS THE GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT NODNAAAAAAARB!
The crowd once again roars with cheers, Nodnarb takes a bow and gives his time to his fans. His is interrupted when the arena is bathed is a sickly green glow. Nodnarb turns his head determined towards the staging.
P.A: “I Remember her saying… I’m already dead”
Lighting strikes the ring ropes infront of Nodnarb and out walks Mortus with his shovel in hand. Escala’s “Palladio” roars throughout the arena.
SoL: Shit, did it just get cold in here!?
Cyrus: Subtle…
Sarah: Introducing second, hailing from “The Immaterium” weighing in at 218 pounds he is the Sanguine Champion………. MORRRRTUUUSSS!
Mortus slides in to the ring kisses his belt and hands it over to Sarah. Mortus steps back and leans on the ring ropes. Nodnarb rushes him attempting a clothesline. Mortus slides out of the way and locks up Nodnarb’s arm in the ring ropes.
SoL: Totally legal move here, First Blood is a no disqualification match so using the ring ropes is a great way to gain an advantage.
Cyrus: Also a cheap way. ANYONE can gain an advantage with a weapon!
SoL: Mortus drops to a knee applying more pressure on the arm.
Cyrus: Nodnarb fighting out here!
Nodnarb manages to get his leg over the middle rope and delivers a kick to the face of Mortus.
Cyrus: Incredible!!! Unconventional, I know but none the less awesome!
SoL: Mortus up! Nodnarb with a Springboard back heel!
Cyrus: Mortus knocked to the mat! Nodnarb heads to the top rope! The lucha libre safe spot!
SoL: Huh?
Cyrus: Flying head butt to the sternum of Morty!
SoL: Sternum?!
Cyrus: It’s the bone that seperates the ribs, god you're dumb, SoL.
SoL: Mortus is whipped into the turnbuckle! Nobnard with a standing cross body! Suicidal!
Cyrus: True lucha style, destroying your body for the sake of a win! Mortus slumps into the corner! Nodnarb runs to the centre of the ring! BASEBALL SLIDE!
Mortus rolls out of the ring quickly mid baseball slide, sending Nobnard crotch first into the ring post.
SoL: NO ONE HOME! You could hear his balls popping from here! Actually the ref should check that, he could be bleeding.
Cyrus: Gay…
Mortus looks under the ring and out pulls a chair and a kendo stick, he slides the chair in but throws the stick viciously at Nodnarb. Nodnarb catches it but throws it out of the ring. He however sets up a the chair with the seat facing the middle of the ring. Mortus is under the ring pulling out a ladder.
Cyrus: You know how you called him suicidal before?
SoL: Yeah?
Cyrus: Watch! Nodnarb pounces off the ring ropes! Jump on the chair! TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT! The Olympics come to VCW!
Mortus sees Nodnarb setting up for the triple jump moonsault, and as soon as he jumps off the ropes he throws up the ladder causing Nodnarb to smash his back on it and crash to the ground. A “HOLY SHIT” chant starts up.
SoL: Holy shit indeed! The referee pushes Mortus away from the pile of ladder and Nobnard. Blood Check! NEGATIVE! This match continues!
Cyrus: Mortus rolls Nodnarb back into the ring. Pulls Nodnarb’s head over the chair!
Mortus attempts a leg drop onto the back of Nodnarb’s neck, who moves off the chair but gets clipped in the follow through from Mortus who back of the knee crushes the chair into the mat.
SoL: Hmm both men down. No count of course because Sarah said you can’t win that way and Sarah knows best!
Cyrus: You in love with Sarah or something?
SoL: You ain’t!? Gay…
Cyrus: Because I don’t love one girl I am gay?!
SoL: Without her we are a sausage fest.
Cyrus: Don’t speak about yourself like that, we have you too.
SoL: Yeah true….WAIT!
Cyrus: Nodnarb is up first Mortus still down on the mat! Standing moonsault keeps him there! Hooks the leg! Tries to roll Morty over… neaaaaaarly there… SHARPSHOOTER!
SoL: Sasori-gatame! Cyrus, you’re an idiot, explain a submission hold in a First Blood match?
Cyrus: It weakens an opponent therefore -
SoL: See you can’t, because it is useless! Did you see any submission holds in the Minutes to Midnight match? No!
Cyrus: Different ball game here! Mortus is tapping! This would be a win if it was a normal match!
SoL: All he did was hit the mat three times trying to get to the ropes! Mortus trying to roll over… trying… try - SUCCESS! Nodnarb kicked back into the ropes!
Cyrus: Mortus picks up the chair as Nodnarb charges!
Nodnarb charges at Mortus who swings the chair but Nodnarb rolls under it and bounces off the opposite ring rope, then attempts a cross body. Only to be hit mid air by a chair swing by Mortus.
SoL: Nodnarb down! Vicious chair shot from Mortus! Another one while he is down!
Cyrus: CHEAP SHOTS!! Mortus whips Nodnarb into the ropes!
SoL: THREE - EIGHT-DOUBLE-SIX!!
Cyrus: OORRR split legged drop kick! Nodnarb is DOWN!
SoL: Mortus places the chair under the back of Nodnarb and heads to the top rope! SENTON BOMB!!
Cyrus: HELL NO!! NODNARB GOT OUT OF THE WAY!
SoL: WHAT!?!
Cyrus: Exactly what Nodnarb needed! Somehow he got away! Mortus came crashing down neck first onto the chair!
Nodnarb and Mortus are down, Mortus on his back and Nodnarb on all fours. Nodnarb crawls over and starts laying fists into Mortus.
Cyrus: These men have given 100% and it goes to shows right now, neither one can really get up at the moment.
SoL: It is a stupid stipulation, Mortus would have this won by now.
Cyrus: Except Mortus tapped to the sharpshooter…
SoL: Ehhh…. NODNARB IS UP!!!
Cyrus: What a segue!! Nodnarb picks Mortus up and into the turnbuckle Morty goes!
Mortus is on his knees with his head on top of the middle turnbuckle and Nodnarb kicks the chair slightly behind Mortus, then using the back of Mortus and the ring ropes Nodnarb helps himself onto the top rope reaching down he places down both arms around the waist of Mortus. He leaps.
Cyrus: INVERTED CANADIAN DESTROYER!!! ON TO A CHAIR!!!!
SoL: Woah… just woah!
Cyrus: Mortus down! Nodnarb having a breather! That was all the man had! Spent every cent!
SoL: Yet Mortus has something left!
Cyrus: It’s unbelievable that that last hit did nothing! Nobnard stumbles over to Mortus! EYEPOKE FROM MORTUS!
SoL: Mortus struggles to get out of the ring! Looking under the ring! What’s he got!? KENDO STICK!
Cyrus: SIGNAPORE CANE!
Nodnarb is up dazzily and rolls out of the ring.
SoL: Mortus swinging for the outfield! Sickening crack! AND ANOTHER!
Cyrus: One more and Nodnarb’s head helps break the cane in half!
Nodnarb is on his knees and Mortus starts to lay left and rights into his forehead, which gets redder and redder. Out of desperation, Nodnarb hit’s the back of both Mortus’ legs to bring him down to his knees.
Cyrus: Nodnarb head butts Mortus! Mortus gives one back! NO!! NODNARB GRABS HIS HEAD AND SLAMS IT INTO THE APRON! Nodnarb looks under the ring!
SoL: A LADDER!?!
Nodnarb sets the ladder so that it is resting on with one end on the barrier and one end on the ring apron, he then grabs Mortus by the hair and lifts him onto the ring apron.
Cyrus: I know what’s going on over here… Nodnarb setting up a Top Rope Piledriver!
SoL: Mortus regaining some life! He knows what we know!
Cyrus: He Knows, We know, He Knows!?
SoL: SHUTUP! Mortus fights back!! He Launches NODNARB!!!
Mortus manages to grab Nodnarb and heave him off the top rope onto the ladder, Nodnarb puts up his forearms to protect his head and crashes onto the ladder, bounces off and lands hard onto the mat. Mortus jumps down and grabs Nodnarb and while limping drags him over to the announcers desk and rolls him onto. SoL and Cyrus jump up and move out of the way.
Cyrus: Mortus! Don’t do this!! MATTHEW!!
SoL: He is called the Lich King for a reason Cy… this match needs to end and end soon!
Mortus grabs the throat of Nodnarb and attempts to choke slam him through the table, yet because of the amount of energy spent on the match so far Mortus cannot get Nodnarb off his feet.
Cyrus: HE CAN”T DO IT! MORTUS CAN'T LIFT HIM ANYMORE! BUT...
Mortus takes a step back and comes in with the palm strike to the nose of the Great Nodnarb!
SoL: PALM STRIKE!! NODNARB'S NOSE IS BROKEN!! BLOOD IS EVERYWHERE!!
Cyrus: Mortus grabs his belt and rams it into the face of Nodnarb! BLOOD IS SPLATTERED OVER IT!
Mortus lifts up the blood splattered belt, and shows it to the ref who calls for the bell, as Nodnarb falls off the announcers desk and the VCW doctors rush to his aid. “Palladio” by eScala blares across the arena with the lights bathing everyone is a ghoulish green glow.
SoL: Ironic the Sanguine Title has blood on it…
Cyrus: That isn’t Irony SoL.
Sarah: HERE IS YOUR WINNER MORTUS!!
Mortus (3.93 aps + 0.9 avs = 4.83 total) The Great Nodnarb (3.8 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.2 total)
Cyrus: The Great Nodnarb gave his all in this match, but the effort wasn't great enough to win.
SoL: Mortus was sick with that palm strike, claiming his second victim and a successful title defense with that move.
Cyrus: But he'll have to defend it again at Deliverance, fighting for it the third time in a row! Mortus is fully booked!
Mortus is limping up the ramp with his belt drapped over his shoulder half way up the ramp, the lights turn a dark shade of red and “Requiem For a Dream” by Clint Mansell blasts forth from the PA system. Out walk’s Cain Ravid.
Cyrus: IT’S CAIN, THAT’S GOTTA BE CAIN!
SoL: THAT’S GOTTA BE COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!
Mortus still half way up the ramp stares at Cain Ravid who points up at the sign above the ring saying “DELIVERANCE” and makes the silhouette of the Championship Belt around his waist.
Cyrus: Cain Ravid, making a huge statement that he is coming for what was literally stolen from him at Crimson Dawn!
SoL: It wasn't stolen, it was rightfully earned, just at the last minute, fair and square!
Cyrus: Whatever your take on the matter is, there is definitely bad blood between these two, and we will see it spilled next week on Deliverance!
SoL: Bad pun, great plug!
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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 9:03:57 GMT -5
When the broadcast returns, we are treated to a shot of VCW Vengeance General Manager Skyler Striker standing in the middle of an empty ring, microphone in his hand, drowning in the adulation of the fans.
Cyrus: Welcome back to VCW Vengeance, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems that our new General Manager Skyler Striker has something on his mind.
SoL: Oh, God, can we just get on with this? It's mind-numbing.
Skyler: Well, first let me say, congratulations, Mortus, for retaining the Sanguine Championship.
SoL: As predicted.
The fans boo.
Skyler: Heh, yeah, I didn't really mean that. Fuck you, Mortus.
SoL: Asshole!
Cyrus: I actually find it quite amusing.
Huge pop!
Skyler: Anyway, either way, the Sanguine Championship is the reason why I'm out here right now in front of you guys. I'm out here, ahead of schedule, because I've been stricken with inspiration! Yeah, that's right.
SoL: What could this possibly lead to?
Cyrus: Quiet, SoL.
Skyler: We've got two matches set for Deliverance - what about the rest of the card?
Cyrus: Good question.
SoL: Yeah, can't book a show with two matches.
Skyler: Well, I don't have time to think about who I'm gonna pair up, so hey, I decided to create a new tournament for Deliverance!
Crowd pops.
SoL: Another tournament?
Skyler: Yeah, another tournament. I call it the Bloodbath Tournament! And it's going to take place in one night! Whoever comes out on top gets a shot at the Sanguine Championship at the next PPV after Deliverance!
Crowd pops again.
Cyrus: Wow, this is interesting!
SoL: Bah, more cannon fodder for Mortus.
Cyrus: If Mortus is still champ after Deliverance.
SoL: Oh, you doubt too much.
Skyler: 8 men will compete in this tournament, and there are gonna be three rounds. Like I said, whoever wins the finals gets a shot at the Sanguine title. Everyone else goes home empty-handed!
SoL: Naturally.
Skyler: So yeah, that's pretty much all I wanted to say. Now let's get on with the next match, a match that's close to my heart, since it involves the destruction of Craig Christ's minions! Ha! Let's get it on!
Cyrus: Well, we’re only hardly halfway through this show and all the excitement and action is too hot to handle for one man! Imagine that, a Bloodbath Tournament for a chance at the Sanguine Title!
SoL: That’s why The New Breed is here to help you out, Cyrus! And, well, VCW never runs out of gimmicks, don't it?
Cyrus: Can’t agree with you more, SoL, but it's all good in the hood, and now on to our next match, this one is full of tension as two men who fought each other at Crimson Dawn team up to try and beat a common enemy!
SoL: A common enemy backed by a powerful man, Craig Christ! Who, sadly, cannot be here for this match after suffering an injury from the hands of that dastardly Cain Ravid.
Cyrus: That was a brutal beatdown Ravid just dished earlier tonight. And Craig Christ is not powerful anymore, SoL, Skyler Striker - and Cain Ravid - made sure of that.
SoL: And I still say that it’s injustice!
Cyrus: Well, let’s see whether you’ll be vindicated at all, let’s get on with this match!
The aggressive-sounding strumming on Rush’s “Hope” begins to play as Fuego Mistico comes out of the woodwork and down to the ring for his very first VCW match.
Sarah: Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he is the Aztec Warrior… FUEEEEGOOO MISTICOOO!!!
Cyrus: Fuego Mistico wrestling his very first VCW match, even if he’s appeared in the fed since 1.3 – we know nothing about him!
SoL: Except that he’s the most spectacular luchador I have ever seen!
Cyrus: You’ve seen this guy in action? This is his debut match!
SoL: I’ve seen him in training. Wicked fast.
Cyrus: …Right.
Magus de Oz’s “Jesus Chamberi” takes over the Rush song as the lights go out, with blood red lights replacing it as the song is sung, and as the song reaches top speed, Judas de Dios, clad in a black habit, comes out, and makes his way down to the ring.
Sarah: And his partner, from Nuevo Jerusalem, Mexico, weighing at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is the New Age Apostle, JUUUUDAS… DE DIOOOOS!!!
Cyrus: And in the heart of the Olympics, Judas de Dios completes Team Mexico tonight!
SoL: Judas and Fuego, they’re like the Mexican Cryme Tyme, only more gangsta, you know what I’m saying? Fuego provides the speed and agility while Judas provides the brawn and strength, it’s a perfect balance, I think that’s gonna topple the Misfits tonight.
Cyrus: Oh, I wouldn’t jump to conclusions right away…
SoL: Fag.
Cyrus: Douchebag.
Down’s “Bury Me in Smoke” plays on the PA system, replacing “Jesus Chamberi” as a cloud of smoke arises from the stage and “Black Venom” Trey Spruance comes out from behind the curtain.
Sarah: And their opponents, introducing first, from Eureka, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the Black Venom… TREEEY… SPRUANCE!
Cyrus: What Judas and Fuego have in chemistry, Trey and Drew have too. And the trait of being totally hardcore.
SoL: But they don’t have what it takes to hold it together, after fighting at Crimson Dawn. And breaking up the Misfits.
Cyrus: There is usually more to Trey Spruance than meets the eye. Who knows, I say they’ve got a good fighting chance in this match.
Stone Sour’s “Reborn” replaces Trey’s entrance as Drew Michaels and his advisor Abraham emerge from the back and they stroll down the ramp and climb into the ring, but not before saying a quick prayer.
Sarah: And his tag-team partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is The Chosen One, DREEEEEW… MICHAEELS!!!
Cyrus: And Drew Michaels completes Team USA slash Misfits! Craig Christ has been giving him hell ever since he unmasked his Exodus persona, and this is only the latest salvo of many from Christ to derail Michaels!
SoL: That Michaels is like a cockroach, why won’t he die!
Cyrus: That’s what you’ve got to love about Drew, his resilience! GM Skyler Striker made this match so he can finally stop Craig Christ and whoever he has as protection!
SoL: This doesn’t look any good at all, Cyrus, I can already foresee the team of Trey Spruance and Drew Michaels imploding!
Cyrus: I’d give them a little more credit, SoL, they were two-fifths of the Misfits after all.
SoL: The Misfits were nothing but a band of ragtag jobbers!
Cyrus: Jobbers? Drew Michaels? Mass Chaos? Trey Spruance? Edible and Rage? Each of these men were former champions in their own right!
SoL: See, that’s the problem there. FORMER champions. You have to lose to be called a FORMER champion.
Cyrus: Ugh, there’s just no arguing with you.
SoL: The New Breed always wins.
Cyrus: Whatever. Let’s just get down to the action waiting to ignite, just waiting for the ring of the bell.
The bell finally rings to signal the beginning of the match, and it is Fuego and Trey who will start out the battle. Fuego quickly launches himself on Trey but Trey manages to evade. However, Fuego is the faster man as he easily rebounds to get the offense in, which Trey manages to parry, eventually catching an enzuigiri attempt and reversing it into a spinebuster.
Cyrus: And Trey Spruance manages to get in first strike points as he basically withstands the flurry of offense from the agile Fuego Mistico and uses his momentum to turn it into a spinebuster!
SoL: Fuego may be the smaller man here, hell, the smallest man, but that doesn’t mean he’s a weakling. He’s been hardened by the harsh Mexican terrain, he’s not just gonna take a spinebuster and call it a day.
Cyrus: Naturally, SoL, people like that would be laughed out of the fed.
SoL: And rightfully so.
Cyrus: Trey now unloading lefts and rights to the head of Fuego Mistico, and a knife-edge chop, but Fuego ducks that one and Trey eats a quick dropkick!
SoL: Now that’s what I’m talking about! So agile, so vicious!
Cyrus: But Trey gets up from that momentary setback and unloads even MORE fists! This roughneck brawling style is patented by Trey!
SoL: It’s a disgrace on wrestling, Cyrus, how about he do some REAL wrestling moves!
Cyrus: Now, now, SoL, all’s fair in wrestling, and now Trey’s got in a rear naked choke, Trey lifts up, this looks like a flashback sort of move, and comes down! But wait… Trey’s in pain! I think Fuego countered the move!
SoL: Fuego turned the flashback into a cutter! Nice!
Cyrus: Now Fuego whips Trey to their home corner, and Fuego tags Judas in! Two sets of corner kicks from the Mexicans to Trey Spruance!
SoL: The best part is, Drew Michaels can’t do a thing!
Cyrus: Drew Michaels is way over there on the other side of the ring, and he’s eyeing the scene, waiting for a chance to get in… aw hell, Drew can’t take it anymore and gets in the fray to save his partner!
SoL: Hey, that’s illegal! He’s supposed to stay in his corner!
Cyrus: Ah, fuck off, New Breed, you’ll let it slip anyway if the Mexicans did it.
SoL: Eh, true. Hah, look at that, the ref’s telling Drew to get back! And Drew’s pleading is falling on deaf ears! And the Mexicans hit a double dropkick on the corner! I’m loving it!
Cyrus: This is blatant cheating! Turn around, ref, god dammit!
SoL: Now Judas makes the cover on Trey! One, two, ah dammit, Trey kicks out!
Cyrus: Trey is just as resilient as Drew, and speaking of Drew, Trey’s got to find a way to tag out!
SoL: Judas is doing the right thing and trying to disable Trey!
Cyrus: Judas has got a hold on Trey’s leg, but Trey kicks away! This might be the opening he needs!
SoL: The way he’s crawling down there, he’s never gonna make it!
Cyrus: Judas is on his feet, and he’s chasing after him…
SoL: Come on Judas, stop him!
Cyrus: Judas dives, BUT TREY DIVES TOO AS HE MAKES THE HOT TAG TO DREW! Time to clean house!
SoL: Oh god, I hope you brought some Kleenex, I am not touching you.
Cyrus: Fuck you, SoL. Drew and Judas trading fists blow-for-blow and Drew knocks Judas down with a right hand!
SoL: But look, up in the sky, Fuego’s up on the ropes!
Cyrus: Fuego with the springboard front dropkick BUT DREW CATCHES HIM AND DELIVERS A WICKED SPINEBUSTER! That’s the second one Fuego’s gotten tonight, and it’s not gonna feel good in the morning!
SoL: Dammit!
Cyrus: Drew continues to clean house as Judas gets back up and gets suplexed for his efforts!
SoL: Damn damn dammit!
Cyrus: And Drew runs over Judas with the high knee to the head! There’s just no stopping Drew Michaels! And now Drew makes the cover! One, two, no Judas gets the shoulder up and this match continues!
SoL: Judas breaks out of Drew’s grasp! HA! And runs the ropes to bounce back into an awesome-looking spear!
Cyrus: Judas quickly turning the tides with that impact! And now Judas makes the cover! One, two, Drew kicks out! I seriously hope he wasn’t thinking that he’d win this match with that move.
SoL: Look at that, he’s a big Mexican! Those kinds are rare, man, I wouldn’t be surprised if Judas won the match with the spear!
Cyrus: But it takes way more than a big spear to put away Drew Michaels, SoL, and now look at that, the two are at it again, trading blows with one another, it’s gonna be a long one, this is!
SoL: Judas just outsizes Drew, this looks really funny.
Cyrus: It’s not about the size of your body, New Breed, it’s about the size of your heart!
SoL: Whatever you say.
Cyrus: Drew throws a punch but Judas catches it and whips Drew to their corner, where Judas tags Fuego in and the two pull off a double team… I think that was a Hart Attack they just did! A page off the Hart Foundation!
SoL: Mexicans are smart, Cyrus, they do what it takes to get the job done.
Cyrus: Fuego climbs up the top rope and there goes a top rope leg drop… but Drew rolls out of the way! Drew rolls out of the way! Fuego crashes and burns, and Drew tags in Trey!
SoL: Trey’s blinded by the smoke of the weed and he does not know what he’s going on here!
Cyrus: Oh, come off it, SoL, Trey’s in the action right now and he’s taking it to Fuego! This has been a crazy match so far!
SoL: More like Fuego’s taking it to Trey!
Cyrus: It’s really going both ways here, ladies and gentlemen, Trey Spruance attempts to take a superkick to Fuego’s chin but Fuego ducks and there’s a spinning heel kick!
SoL: Beautiful air right there! Every cruiserweight should aspire to be as awesome as Fuego Mistico!
Cyrus: Pull your lips from Fuego’s Mexican ass, SoL.
SoL: You’re just jealous Trey isn’t as good as Fuego.
Cyrus: Whatever. Fuego whips Trey to the corner and tags Judas back in!
SoL: Look at that, this is going to be poetry in motion! Judas grabs Trey and hoists him up in a powerbomb while Fuego goes up top… CROSSBODY POWERBOMB COMBO! THIS IS MADNESS!
Cyrus: Wicked double-team move right there, and Judas makes the cover! One, two NO WAIT DREW BREAKS UP THE PIN IN TIME!
SoL: Come on, ref, you can’t let this happen!
Cyrus: But it already did, and this match continues!
SoL: God damn you, you’re willing to let cheating slide if your guys do it, huh?
Cyrus: …No, not really.
SoL: Whatever. THE NEW BREED KNOWS YOUR SECRET!
Cyrus: Let’s… get back to calling the match, yeah? Judas has Trey by the hair but Trey breaks it up! Trey kicks Judas in the gut AND THERE’S THE VENOMOUS STING! Hard-hitting DDT!
SoL: It’s a damn DDT, nothing to get hung about!
Cyrus: Trey makes the cover, one, two, no, Fuego breaks it up! With all these break-ups going on, who’s going to win the match and WHEN will they win?
SoL: The wittiest ones will win this.
Cyrus: Look at that, Trey’s pulling his hair in frustration!
SoL: Heh, this is funny to watch, the druggie’s losing his cool!
Cyrus: Trey walks over to Drew and gives him the tag! Drew’s turn to try and win it big!
Trey tags Drew in and makes to go outside and stand on the apron, but he doesn’t and all of a sudden, he turns Drew around and nails the Spruance Dance, to the shock of everyone, even the Mexicans!
Cyrus: WHAT THE HELL? TREY HIT THE SPRUANCE DANCE ON HIS OWN PARTNER!
SoL: I don’t understand what’s going on here, but HELL YEAH!
Cyrus: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHAT DID DREW DO TO DESERVE THIS?
SoL: I told you Cyrus, I told you, I called it, Drew and Trey are going to implode, and implode they did!
Cyrus: LOOK AT THAT ASSHOLE TREY WALKING AWAY FROM THIS MATCH!
SoL: I’M LOVING IT! People don’t change one bit!
Cyrus: TREY IS WALKING AWAY FROM THIS MATCH, AND JUDAS MAKES THE PIN!
SoL: Lemme count, obviously you don’t want to! ONE, TWO, THREE, THE MEXICANS WIN!
Sarah: And here are your winners… JUDAS DE DIOS AND FUEGO MISTICO!!!
Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (4.2 aps + 4 aps + 0.9 avs = 9.1 total) Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance (0 aps + 3.63 aps + 0.2 avs = 3.83 total)[/i]
Cyrus: I don’t believe this. No one believes this. Trey just cost their team the match.
SoL: Honestly, Cyrus, you’re surprised by this? They were booked against each other at Crimson Dawn, how could you not feel the animosity?
Cyrus: I know… but for a moment there, I thought I saw the Misfits magic again.
SoL: You’re way too optimistic.
Cyrus: Ah, whatever. I’m the face. It’s my job. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna cut to commercial here, and hopefully later on in the show we’ll find answers to what just transpired tonight.
SoL: BE RIGHT BACK, BITCHES!
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Post by bmore on Aug 26, 2008 9:05:22 GMT -5
The broadcast returns to backstage with interviewer Tim "The Toolman" Taylor, who is with Trey Spruance.
Taylor: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to VCW Vengeance, as you can see I am here right now with the Black Venom, Trey Spruance, who just cost his team the previous match by hitting his partner Drew Michaels with his own finisher. Now... the question on everyone's minds, Trey, is... why?
Trey: You want to know why? Does everyone want to know why? See, Tim, it's not so hard to understand. It's been something I've been spreading since a long time ago. Drew held me back. Drew was holding me back. He was holding me back in that match. Surely we'd have lost because of him. Yeah, I saw it happening. So I just took it in my own hands... and I crushed him. And fed him to the lions.
Taylor: But how did you -
Just then Skyler Striker bursts into the scene.
Skyler: What the hell was that, Trey? I ask you to put aside your differences and team up with Drew for one night and you couldn't even clear the smoke from your head to do it? How hard could it be to stick together?
Trey: Listen here, boss man, I don't do sticking together. You want Christ's lackeys taken care of, ask me to do it on my own. Not with the guy who's been holding me back ever since.
Skyler: You selfish son of a bitch... you seriously think you can take on Christ's lackeys on your own? Well, fine. You're gonna pay for ruining my plan, Spruance. Mark my words.
Skyler storms out of the scene, leaving behind an astonished Taylor and Trey.
Trey: Fucker, thinks he can tell me what to do...
SoL: Well, I still can't say I didn't see it coming. Anyway, time for the main event Cyrus. You want to field the stipulations for this match?
Cyrus: Well if Mag -
SoL: Learn how rhetoric works. Now if Magnum wins he will be in the Sanguine Title match at Deliverance…
Cyrus: Ehh SoL…
SoL: Quiet Cyrus! But if Austin wins he will be in the World Heavyweight Championship match also at Deliverance.
Cyrus: Well done, well done SoL. But it’s the other way around. Retard.
SoL: Woah! Cy, you can’t say that. Didn’t you see them protest Tropic Thunder?!?!
Cyrus: Motion seconded. Anyway, to clear it up Magnum wins he is in the Heavyweight Title match, yet if Austin wins he gets a shot at the Sanguine Title match.
SoL: Put into the Sanguine Title match.
Cyrus: No match has been announced as of yet.
SoL: You are so fucking stupid Cyrus!!! Ares v Feyd hasn’t been announced yet, BUT WE KNOW ITS GOING TO HAPPEN!!
SoL throws down his headset and spins his chair away from Cyrus.
Cyrus: SoL C’mon its time for the main event don’t chuck a hissy fit!
While Cyrus tries to coerce SoL to put his headset back on as Chiodos’ “The Undertaker’s Thirst for Revenge is Unquenchable” blares across the PA. Then out steps Magnum, who views the crowd. Who pause with him until a blast of silver and gold pyro erupts from the ring, ramp and staging area. The crowd goes absolutely crazy. Sarah gets caught in the hype.
Sarah: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM SAAAAAAAAAAN DIAAAAAGO CALIFORNIA! Weighing in at 230 pounds! ITS MAG………….NUM!
Magnum walks to the ring and up the ring steps and across the apron finally entering through the middle ring ropes he soaks up the audience’s cheers.
Cyrus: Magnum has caused a stir in the locker room the last couple of days but the crowd is hot for him, guess that’s what happens when you fight a rapist. Aww SoL you could of made a gay joke there!
The arena becomes pitch black, camera flashes go off here and there, suddenly a flash close to the entrance illuminates a dark and determined Chris Austin standing with his fists clenched and his head down. “Soulcrusher” by Operator blasts over the P.A. systems and Austin raises his head to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp and stops in front of a beautiful women and leans towards her, strokes her neck while he sniffs her hair.
Austin: *barely audible* They all gringe at the start.
Sarah: Introducing his opponent now residing Toronto, Canada. Weighing in at 234 pounds, he is THE RADICAL CHHHHRRRRRRRRRRIS AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTIN!!!
Stepping onto the middle rope Austin soaks up the chorus of boos he receives, edging the crowd to become louder.
Cyrus: Magnum soaked up all the cheers, Austin soaks up all the boos. This Arena is electric!
SoL: Your mum’s electric…
Cyrus: AND SOL IS BACK!
SoL: Shutup Cyrus, you hurt me. Where it hurts…and well… IT HURTS!
Cyrus: Always had a way with words. Austin circles his prey here, Magnum stands dead still and Austin goes for a cheap shot from behind.
SoL: Cheap shot from behind by Austin, Magnum slams his elbow into Austin’s jaw.
Cyrus: So you going to copy me now?
SoL: Ignoring what you say. Lock up, Magnum overpowers here. Of course the ref breaks it up.
Cyrus: Evenly matched wrestlers, basically exact same weight. Magnum showed why he deserves a main event spot at Deliverance.
SoL: Flurry of punches thrown by both competitors, neither man backing down neither man falling down.
Cyrus: Magnum blocks! Hits Austin on the ropes! Punches to the cut! ONE TWO - Count with me crowd! - THREE!
Magnum whips Austin into the ring ropes and bounces of the other sides ring ropes.
Cyrus: POUNCE! Austin thrown across the ring. Again, similar weight yet Magnum knew when to get Austin off balance.
SoL: Austin back up, goes for the legs of Magnum. Magnum with some elbows to the back.
Cyrus: Keeping the rapist down, perfect game plan.
Austin stands up and just pushes Magnum, who in reply delivers a kick to the gut followed by a swinging neck breaker.
SoL: Why would you do that Cyrus? Could seriously injure your opponent like that.
Cyrus: When you have a chance to compete in a title match, I don’t think you care about your opponents safety.
SoL: Shutup Cyrus. Austin is on his feet -
Cyrus: Helped by Magnum. Who helps him back to the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex!
Magnum applies a nerve hold to Austin’s shoulder, applying an abdominal stretch at the same time in a modified Arrow Hold.
SoL: Don’t do that Cyrus. It’s incredibly rude of you.
Cyrus: I’ma sorry.
SoL: You ain’t Italian! Austin is trying to get his arm back and onto his feet to relieve the pressure he is feeling on his arm.
Cyrus: And shoulder SoL, it’s rude of you to do shit calling. Austin breaks the hold, powering Magnum into the turnbuckle.
SoL: Breaking the hold instantly.
Cyrus: Really slamming someone’s back into the turnbuckle breaks a hold?!
SoL: THAT’S IT! Cyrus! I’m going to sit with the Spanish announcers! Comprende?!
Cyrus: SoL we don’t have a Spanish announcers table…
Austin grabs Magnum’s head and rolls him over his shoulder leaving Magnum sitting up straight facing the opposite turnbuckle. Austin sits onto the turnbuckle and raises himself up to a crouching position.
Cyrus: Austin flieeeeeees!! Missile Dropkick!!
SoL: Misses! Magnum rolls out of the way and Austin hit’s the mat like a sack of potatoes. Went down like Cyrus mum after a couple of Mojito’s. Down like VCW’s share prices!
Cyrus: VCW is a publicly shared company? Magnum picking his moment here stalking Austin! Austin turns! CHARGE! Magnum runs into a brick wall!!!
SoL: STANDING STO!! What power, 230 pounds catching 230 pounds with momentum and slamming him into the mat!
Cyrus: Austin gains control here. Applying the crippler crossface! Ohh sorry I mean the “Xface”…
SoL: The Checkface…
Cyrus: The Jesus Face…
SoL: No… Just no…
Cyrus: Fine! The crowd is getting behind their man in Magnum! Spurring him on! Life coming back to him!
SoL: GENERIC SUBMISSION COMMENT!
Cyrus: Magnum a long way from the ropes and can’t get out of this!
Magnum gets his arm around Austin’s legs and lifts them, releasing some pressure being applied on his neck. Pausing for a second, Magnum flings Austin over his head and the crowd goes wild. Magnum turns to them revving them up even more.
SoL: Idiot, Austin lurking! Jump Calf Kick Enzuigiri!!
Cyrus: Magnum lifeless body hit’s the mat with a dull thud. Austin goes to the top once again! Stands up straight!
SoL: Diving Frog splash elbow to the spine of Magnum! Both men are down! Down like -
Cyrus: ENOUGH SOL! Both men stirring, the crowd gets hotter for Magnum and colder for Austin! Boos mixed with cheers! It’s ELECTRIC!
SoL: You said that before Cyrus!
Cyrus: It’s called repetition and is a useful way to enforce a point.
SoL: Your mum’s electric. On to the show!! Austin and Magnum both up with jitters!
Cyrus: Austin backs into the corner and rips the padding off the turnbuckle and flings it at Magnum. Getting him off balance.
SoL: Austin takes advantage of Magnum’s delay!
Austin goes to the rope and springboards off it, obviously setting up for a Springboard Evenflow DDT, and therefore his finisher “Cherry Popper”. But as he jumps off the ropes, Magnum cathes Austin on his shoulders.
Cyrus: Jackknife Powerbomb! Austin is down and out!
SoL: Ahhh but it was desperation from Magnum who is catching his breath on the mat!
Cyrus: Ahh touché… douche.
SoL: Huh?! Austin on the attack! Shoulder block by Magnum! Austin bounces back up, only to be clotheslined to the mat! Third time lucky!?
Cyrus: NO!! Austin caught and vertical suplex!!!
SoL: Actually, that was a Sitout Suplex Slam…
Cyrus: Here is the pin! 1...! 2..- Kickout for a two count!
SoL: Chance to gain entry to the Heavyweight championship match goes begging by the slightest of seconds.
Cyrus: Magnum drags Austin into the corner and lifts him up! Face first into the turnbuckle. Magnum takes advantage and rolls up Austin! ONE! T- NO!!!!
SoL: Austin manages to pick up the lost momentum into a rollup of his own! ONE!!!
Cyrus: KICKOUT BOTH MEN BOUNCE UP!!!
SoL: Woah! Epic stare down in the middle of the ring! And the crowd is going abso-fucking-lutely nuts!!!
Cyrus: Magnum charges! Goes for the spear!
SoL: COUNTERED! AUSTIN HITS IT! SPRINGBOARD EVENFLOW DDT!!!
Cyrus: Austin leans back onto the ring ropes! Magnum sits up in a daze!!!
SoL: AND MAGNUMS CHERRY HAS BEEN POPPED!!
Cyrus: The Cherry Popper has drawn blood one hundred percent!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Sarah: Here is your winner…. CHRIS AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTIN!!!
Chris Austin (4.08 aps + 0.7 avs = 4.78 total) Magnum (3.98 aps + 0.6 avs = 4.58 total)
The crowd is dull for a moment, while Austin approaches Sarah who turns to run but he kisses her gently on the cheek. The crowd roar with boos and insults.
SoL: Deliverance we have Austin v Morty, Sanguine Title on the line.
Cyrus: This just from Stryker! Sanguine title match is a three way, CAIN RAVID v CHRIS AUSTIN v MORTUS!!
Cyrus: Stay tuned folks, this excitement won’t die down, especially with the contract for the World Heavyweight Championship Match is announced!!
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Post by Ro on Aug 26, 2008 10:00:57 GMT -5
Cyrus: Welcome back to VCW Vengeance. It's been a crazy night so far, and Deliverance is all but complete! Let's run down the card!
Cyrus: It's official, Skyler announced it earlier tonight, there will be a tournament at Deliverance to crown the new #1 contender for the Sanguine Championship! 8 men, 3 rounds, 1 night, 1 shot at the next PPV. This is the Bloodbath Tournament!
SoL: It's gonna be crazy! Our very own King of the Ring of sorts! But with blood!
Cyrus: That's right, New Breed. Also, speaking of the Sanguine Championship, we've still got some bad blood, pardon the pun, brewing between the final three survivors, if you will, of the renowned Minutes to Midnight Match in Crimson Dawn.
SoL: Ravid's mad that Mortus stole the title and Austin's mad because he lost - all pretty good motivation for the triple threat first blood match for the Sanguine Championship!
Cyrus: And last but not the least, we've got two men here who both claim to be the rightful owner of VCW's top prize, the World Heavyweight Championship, and this unusual situation is due to the double pinfall counted at the end of Crimson Dawn.
SoL: I still say Ares wins!
Cyrus: Well, we'll truly know the real result at Deliverance, where the lines have been drawn. It will be at Deliverance where we will crown the true champion!
SoL: And I say Ares is gonna win by a landslide!
Cyrus: Well, here, everything is gonna be fair!
Cyrus: Now let's take a look at how the controversy all started.
Pyro flashes bright white, blinding the audience. When they all come to, the Titantron is playing a video, spliced with scenes from the Heavyweight Title Match from Crimson Dawn. Then it transitions into the final moments of the match.
*****
Ares breaks out of the hold then shoves Hookton into the second ref. The ref is down for only a few seconds, but as he gets up to collect himself, Eric Ares nails Hookton with a low blow, then hits him with the Emasculation!
As Ares hits the Emasculation, Brisbane throws Magnum to the ropes and hits him with the Critical Hit. Brisbane covers Magnum. The first referee slowly crawls and makes the cover, while the second ref only sees Ares covering Hookton!
Cyrus: (for Brisbane)1…2…3! Brisbane Wins! What?
SoL: (for Ares) 1…2…3! Ares Wins! What?
The scene on the the Titantron cuts to Skylar in the ring with the microphone.
Skyler: For you see, both of you men where clearly the winners of this match! And since we can’t have two world champions, I have decided, as General Manager of VCW, that at our Supershow after 2.1, it will be Sir Feyd Brisbane versus Eric Ares for the World Heavyweight Title, and there will be a winner! But you two are going to have to pay attention at 2.1! I plan to announce some very…interesting twists to this match. Get ready gentlemen!
Skyler: Your quest isn’t over yet!
*****
The audience roars again, just like they had the week before, and "Break Free" sounds out, yielding Skyler striding down the ramp toward the ring, which has been made up to look like an office. He reaches the ring, and once again, pyro goes off. He enters the ring, microphone in hand, then takes a seat behind his desk.
He pulls open one of the drawers, an grabs a manilla folder, dropping it onto the desktop. He stands, raising the microphone to his lips.
Skyler: How'd you guys like the show tonight?
The crowd pops.
Skyler: SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
The crowd roars, applauding and screaming. Skylar stands there, then nods in approval.
Skyler: Good. Are you all ready for Deliverance?
The crowd goes off again, thundering through the arena.
Skyler: Well, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Number one being a few stipulations for the Heavyweight Title match! Do you want to hear them?
The crowd yells eagerly. Skyler paces along the ring, having picked up the papers form the folder on his desk. He raises the microphone again, as though to read from the contract.
Skyler: ...I think we should wait.
A few boo's are scattered through the arena as Skyler sets the contract back on his desk.
Skyler: Because before anything else, we need the stars to be here first! Ares! Brisbane! Get your asses out here!
After a moment, the opening guitar riff of "Survival of the Sickest" blare from the speakers. Red strobes start flashing, throbbing to the tune. The pyro fires up, sending red sparks into the air and Eric Ares appears at the ramp. He struts down, posing arrogantly and fondling women on his way down. The crowd start boo-ing as he walks down, the pyro still firing up.
Cyrus: Here comes Ares again. Seems like he really took it up a notch with his entrance.
SoL: Of course he has. It's only right for the future Heavyweight Champion.
Cyrus: He's still got a way to go before that. Feyd isn't a pushover, and I think he's proved that he wont go down with a fight.
SoL: Whatever, Dungeon Master. Ares is the epitome of a superstar, and Brisbane is just some fag with a sword.
He moves to the ring, waving his hand at a ref with a great majestic gesture, who proceeds to hold the ropes open for him, now used to the cocky whims of the superstar.
Cyrus: And once again, Ares, with his usual arrogance.
SoL: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Cyrus: In the civilized world, it is.
As he is posing in the ring, the lights go out. There is a pause, and then the first notes of "The Prince in the Scarlet Robes" ring out. After a few keys from the piano, the crowd grows quiet. Two spotlines come on, criscrossing over the ramp as Feyd walks down the ramp, a red robe enveloping his body. He strides down slowly, with calculated, deliberate steps.
SoL: What the hell is this?
Cyrus: I'm not sure, SoL. This isn't Feyd's entrance.
SoL: Well no shit, Captain Obvious. I meant the fact that someone interrupted Ares' posing.
Cyrus: Maybe it'll do Ares a little good to get knocked down a couple of notches.
He reaches the bottom of the ramp and kneels, unsheathing the sword at his side. He holds it, blade down, and kisses the pommel reverently. Then he stands, raising his sword, and a huge blast of red pyro fires up, and the spotlights fade out.
When the house light come back on, Feyd is standing in the ring, his sword sheathed and his hood pulled back to show his face. The crowd roars. Ares can be seen mouthing the words 'fucking asshole.' Skylar is noticeably amused by Feyd preempting Ares' posing with his entrance.
Skyler: Well, now that we're all here, we can finally get this show on the road.
The crowd pops in anticipation and Skylar raises a hand to them, as though an attempt to pacify them. Meanwhile, both Feyd and Ares are looking out to the crowd, posing for them.
Skyler: I can see from the looks on your faces that you both want nothing more than to put each other into the mat right now... Save it for next week. As for the stipulations. So that there will be no question about who is the best, you will have to do a couple of things to get that champion gold around your waist.
Ares: What the fuck does that mean?!
Skyler: In order to win, you have to score a pinfall AND make your opponent submit.
He smiles, obviously pleased with himself. The crowd pops again, after weighing it out for a moment. They settle after about a minute and Skyler looks back to the two competitors.
Ares: Shit, I was gonna do that anyway!
Skyler: Of course you were... Oh yeah. and don't try any cute stuff. While I'm making this a no-DQ match, I don't want to see any cheating, and no weapons. This is about skill. So, if either of you decide to show off something other than skill, there will be consequences.
Ares smiles cockily and looks to Feyd, who looks back, completely stoic.
Ares: Consequences?! I'm shaking!
Skyler: Well, maybe you decide to cheat, Ares, and maybe I decide to throw you in a three on one handicap match, so I can see just how much skill you have...
The crowd goes off again, jeering at Ares and applauding Skyler.
Ares: When I'm in that ring, I'll do what I want. I dare you to stop me.
Skyler: Try me...
Skyler looks to Feyd, who thus far has been silent.
Skyler: Have you got a problem with that, Sir Knight?
Brisbane: On the battlefield, Chivalry is the only rule to play by.
While everyone is still contemplating what the hell he just said, somebody interrupts the scene - it is Thomas Hookton, the working class hero.
Hookton: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on here! Everyone's talking about title shots at Deliverance and nobody even came to me? Don't forget, guys, I was in the match too!
Ares: Hookton, get the fuck out of here! This is between Brisbane and me!
Hookton: Not a chance, Ares. There is no reason that I shouldn't be allowed in this match! Magnum had a chance to get back in it and I don't get a similar one? Everyone here knows that I'd readily work for it!
Ares: You lost. You got pinned. End of story.
Hookton: Hey hey hey, Magnum got pinned too, but even he had a chance to get in on the next title match. Explain that to me!
Skyler: Hookton, get out of my ring. I don't need some little upstart spoiling my plans. You had your shot at Crimson Dawn, and you couldn't deliver. Period. Get out of my ring.
Hookton: I wouldn't push me if I were you, Striker. Maybe you think I'm just the little guy, but I request, no, I DEMAND my fair shot in the rematch.
Skyler: I don't care about your demand Hookton. You had your chance and you couldn't hack it. Maybe it would be a different story if you had some weight around here. But don't you forget, in this ring, I am the voice of authority. You don't get to try to intimidate me.
Hookton: Give me a match. Right now! I'll prove right now that I'm worth being in that match! Hell, I'll even take you.
Skyler: I don't need to give you a match. This is my decision and I have made it. That is final. Now GET OUT OF MY RING!
Hookton: Not a chance!
Hookton drops the microphone and lunges for Skyler, who readily evades the charge, and walks into Eric Ares, who whips him to the ropes. Ares attempts his superkick but Hookton ducks. Feyd motions for Hookton, as though to help him, but all of a sudden grabs Hookton, performs a throwaway suplex to a backbreaker!
Cyrus: What the hell just happened? Feyd took out Hookton?
SoL: ...Wow! Maybe Feyd's cool after all!
Cyrus: Hookton did deserve a fair chance at the title again, but did he deserve that from Feyd?
Brisbane: Maybe now you shall abide by The Code and Measure.
Cyrus: ...What the hell does that mean?
SoL: It means little Thommy Hookton should stick his nose out of where it doesn't belong!
Skyler, observing the scene, is bewildered as well.
Skyler: While I agree with what you did... what the hell was that, Feyd?
Brisbane: I decided... that Ares is right. This is only between me and him.
Feyd leans over the desk, signing the contract and exits the ring, his red cloak flowing behind him. Skylar looks to Ares, who is just as surprised by Brisbane's actions as everyone else.
Skyler: Well. Ares?
Ares signs the contract and the crowd roars.
Skyler: Then that's that. See you all at Deliverance, gentlemen!
Skyler's music hits as he climbs out of the ring, while Ares and Feyd have a staredown.
Cyrus: What a shocking turn of events, here... Feyd attacking Hookton, and agreeing with Ares... I don't think I understand what's going on here, SoL!
SoL: What's not to understand? Feyd's looking cooler by the second here! But he's still second fiddle to Ares!
Cyrus: Well, we'll all find out at Deliverance, I guess! One champion will be crowned with a truly decisive victory!
SoL: Rephrase - Eric Ares will be crowned with a truly decisive victory!
Cyrus: How does Ares's cock taste?
SoL: Shut up, you're just jealous you don't back the favorite.
Cyrus: Whatever. For the New Breed SoL, this is Cyrus the Shadow Master, bidding you all goodbye and see you next time for VCW Deliverance!
SoL: I can outro myself, thank you very much!
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Post by Ro on Aug 26, 2008 10:53:56 GMT -5
Well, show's finally up, and all in good time.
Have at it.
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Post by Austin on Aug 26, 2008 12:43:12 GMT -5
Revenge....will be sweet.
Sweeter than the lovely Sarah's cheek.
at Deliverance, My foot will taste more blood. Magnum has learned his lesson, and Mortus and Cain will learn theirs.
Do not fucking cross me, it doesn't go without a bloody retaliaton.
OOC: Will feedback later...but whoever wrote my match got my character right!!!!
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Post by suikoden on Aug 26, 2008 14:34:32 GMT -5
Good show.
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Aug 26, 2008 16:09:17 GMT -5
OOC: I loved my match and the whole show as well.
IC: (The Great Nodnarb is on the phone talking to Bob Babaganoosh.)
Nodnarb: I thought you said that if I worked for you that I would be Sanguine champion.
Bob: Hey, you can't get everything easy in life. I had to work hard to get where I am and so do you. Your time to be champion will come soon. Personally, I thought that match was sickening. Why people would watch that garbage is beyond me? How are you feeling by the way?
Nodnarb: I feel like I just got my nose broke.
Bob: Those are the sacrifices that we have to make.
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Post by The Pyro on Aug 27, 2008 3:20:05 GMT -5
Sweet show.
Also, I really loathe that font on the Deliverance graphics.
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Post by Judas De Dios on Aug 27, 2008 3:26:51 GMT -5
Awesome show. The Contract signing was amazing and very on the seat of your pants. Was not expecting any of it. Austin rocks! Just saying! I am really enjoying Skyler as GM. The face GM that will throw down at a minutes notice. Like it alot. Also would like to let "SoL" know that the Misfits are not a "Rag tag" bunch of jobbers. And that the two last members, Chaos and Drew are Champions, not former! Great writing by the staff and awesome job by all the guys who promoed. On to 2.2!
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Post by bmore on Aug 27, 2008 5:24:44 GMT -5
ooc: Look who posted a show? Yes Baltimore's favourite son BMORE... from Melbourne...
And Chaos, SoL doesnt know what a sternum is, he is anything but clever. lol
ic:
Bmore, giant killer. Got a nice ring to it. Not only a giant killer, an efficient giant killed. A lionsault pin got the notch in the win column, just wait till i verse someone smaller. Could win with a PA blast...
Austin Austin Austin, is this blunt object your own head? It is not wise to mock someone recently deceased especially the dead mother of someone who hates your very essence.
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Post by Ro on Aug 27, 2008 5:53:12 GMT -5
Also would like to let "SoL" know that the Misfits are not a "Rag tag" bunch of jobbers. And that the two last members, Chaos and Drew are Champions, not former! Whoops, that was my bad. Well I really meant Trey, Edible and Rage! As for the font, god, let me tell you that those graphics were rushed just so I can get the show out on time. If I feel like it, I'll do them over.
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Post by Mike Forrest on Aug 27, 2008 9:06:04 GMT -5
thats one lucky kid. Good job Ro
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Post by Black Venom on Aug 27, 2008 11:00:28 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome show!
IC: ...and that is the last I wish to see or hear from Drew Michaels. Final nail in the coffin and all that, it's time to forget about the past.
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Post by Austin on Aug 27, 2008 13:53:11 GMT -5
Bmore, giant killer. Got a nice ring to it. Not only a giant killer, an efficient giant killed. A lionsault pin got the notch in the win column, just wait till i verse someone smaller. Could win with a PA blast...
Austin Austin Austin, is this blunt object your own head? It is not wise to mock someone recently deceased especially the dead mother of someone who hates your very essence. My head.......sure some people call it that maybe. Yes, my cock is so devastatingly awesome, I mentioned it twice. But, Bmore....Do you know who killed your mother? Not I of course. But, maybe she had it coming. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who knows? I do know, Bmore, that had it been me, I would had tied you up, and had you watch me had my way with her, watch me break her spirit while you couldn't do anything about it, and leave her....nut covered...bloody.....ashamed....While you are angered to the point of murder. Then you'd come for me....you'd visualize that it was I who was responsible......and all I need is one mistake. You'll make it, and just like my victims.....you too will have your cherry popped. Your cherry is your head....it would have met my foot, and there will have been blood. But since that didn't happen....try to pick on someone closer to your size, like me. I promise you it will be embarrassing the beating I inflict onto you in that ring if we meet.
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Post by bmore on Aug 28, 2008 5:12:27 GMT -5
Haha, Austin. You sure are a radical one! Well it's easy to say that. You're aim is only to shock the world, to shock our viewers where as you are nothing but a fraud. You could say all that, in fact you may as well just claim you did it, because all in all, what you said has absolutely no affect on me.
You are all talk. What next Austin, going to claim that you are going to win the Sanguine Tile at Deliverance? There is about as much chance of that happening as Onkar showing his ugly face around here again.
Your threats, your claims have no effect on anyone here as you havn't done a thing to back them up.OOC: Will feedback later...but whoever wrote my match got my character right!!!! Buy me a drink sometime
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Post by Austin on Aug 28, 2008 15:08:59 GMT -5
How many fucking bitches am I gonna have to violate to get this through your skulls....
I AM NOT A RADICAL. I AM A RAPIST[/u].
Yes, I will win the Sanguine title. And if I don't.......There will be a rape at VCW.
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Post by Eric Ares on Aug 28, 2008 16:46:18 GMT -5
Insert super witty comment about Brisbane's mother and my winning of the title.
Or not, your call, really don't care either way.
I'm gonna win anyway, so you can all just suck it down like you do a clown.
Heh, rhyming is fun.
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