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Post by Ro on Feb 29, 2008 8:28:50 GMT -5
As the show opens, a video clip starts playing on the Titantron.
The Vendetta
A bitter, destructive feud.
Competitors will stop at no lengths to gain retribution...
They will stoop to levels thought impossible to get ahead...
In a time of new beginnings… Champions will be born… Heroes will surface… Villains will rise…
Each man will set forth upon the path of destiny and search for their apotheosis.
The Vendetta cannot be contained. It is time:
Craig Christ: To seize control.
Benjamin Bright: To begin my new destiny.
13: To see if the price is right.
iSav: To let anarchy reign supreme.
Sir Freyd Brisbane: To uphold the virtues of courage and nobility.
Anon Emus: To begin my quest towards the truth.
Gregory Best: To have good sportsmanship.
Eric Ares: To prove I am the best ever.
John Dunn: To fucking-goddamn-beat-the-shit-out-of-all-these-fuckers.
Sam: To not be too conspicuous.
Max: To be overtly conspicuous.
Chris Austin: To change the face of wrestling.
Eric Ahriman: To find the most worthy opponent.
Exodus: To deal forth the will of my master.
Kennith Noisewater: To seek the truth about wrestling.
Ribz: To dominate and spread my influence.
Rivers Atwood: To prove what The Prodigy can do.
Romeo McCoy: To let the Vendetta begin.
As we walk the path from Dusk Till Dawn, one truth will surface. That...
This is Vendetta Championship Wrestling!
The video package ends and we are taken to the live show, and a glorious, spectacular show of red pyro go off as Vendetta Championship Wrestling officially begins!
Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome to the very first episode of VENDETTA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING! I am your VCW play-by-play announcer, Cyrus the Shadow Master, and right here beside me tonight doing color commentary is none other than the New Breed himself, SoL! Say hi to the folks, SoL!
SoL: Are you excited, Cyrus, because I'm fucking excited! This is the first ever VCW show, and I am glad to be calling the action alongside Cyrus, because together he and I will be making history and taking this show strrrraight to the top!
Cyrus: I love the enthusiasm, SoL, and we'd rather not waste your time tonight, we've got plenty of VCW action set up for you tonight, so without further ado, let's begin!
“Craig” by Stephen Lynch hits as the General Manager of VCW, Craig Christ makes his way down to the ring, carrying a large briefcase.
Craig: What a night for a Seraphim to start falling, hey? This monumentous occasion marks the first ever VCW show! Come on, you’ve got to give me a chant for that!
VCW! VCW!
Craig: I said give me a chant for it, you morons, not the damn show!
The crowd boos.
Craig: Anyway, lets get down to Business.
Craig opens the briefcase and displays a title belt to the world.
Craig: This is the VCW World Heavyweight Title. Pains and aggravations will go into making this title an equivalent of the FMW World Title… the LPW World Title… even the WWE World Title. No expense will be spared.
Craig: Tonight we kick off the Seraphim Falls Tournament. Winners will advance on in their brackets and one of these men will ultimately capture this glorious title. Who will that be? I can’t say at this point… I’ll let you judge for yourself. Let the show begin!
As Craig starts walking away, he suddenly walks back and says one final thing.
Craig: It’s a beautiful night for a Seraphim to start falling, don’t you think?Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, this following contest is the first VCW Match in History! The crowd pops hugely. Chants of V-C-W break out.Sarah: The following contest is a Fatal Fiveway Elimination Match Seraphim Falls Qualifier! The final two survivors will advance and the sole survivor can choose his opponent for Round 2! Cyrus: Did you hear that? Winner gets to choose his opponent. SoL: Very true. He can pick anyone he wants to face in that ring. Pretty awesome if you think about it really. The weakest opponent would be the logical choice. Sarah: Introducing first, weighing in at 225 lbs, he hails from The Dark Side of Your Mind, this is iSaaaaav! GWAR - "War Is All We Know" hits as iSav comes out to the ring. He carries a bodybag with all four of his opponents names on it. He gets into the ring and cackles towards the crowd.[/i] Sarah: Introducing next, weighing in at 260 lbs, he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada this is Adam Wylde! Thrice - "The Artist in the Ambulance" hits as Adam Wylde steps out, staring a hole right into iSav. He immediately walks into the ring and gets in the other superstars face.[/i] Sarah: Introducing thirdly, weighing in at 217 lbs, he hails from Beverly Hills, California this is Deacon King! Cypress Hill - "Rock Superstar" hits as Deacon Frost comes out.[/i] Sarah: Introducing fourthly, weighing in at 260 lbs, he hails from Justice, California…this is Captain Courage! The Superman Theme Song hits as Captain Courage comes out to the ring. He is propelled by a wire, making it appear as if he can fly. He lands swiftly next to the other competitors, to their amazement.Sarah: Introducing the final competitor, weighing in at 230 lbs, he hails from San Diego, California… this is Magnum! Chiodos - "The Undertaker's Thirst For Revenge Is Unquenchable" hits as Magnum makes his way down to the ring. He speculates his opponents for a few seconds before finally entering.[/i] Cyrus: This match is about to start! Deacon King not wasting any time with this! Dropkick to iSav! Captain Courage and Adam Wylde are locking up in the middle of the ring! Look at Magnum, though! SoL: You see, Magnum is being the smart one! He’s standing back, and speculating on the other superstars! Brilliant! SoL: Belly to belly suplex by Adam Wylde! Courage is sent rolling across the ring! As iSav gets up Deacon King runs in with a bulldog! But Wylde is ready, stepping sideways and nailing a kick to the midsection! Cyrus: Wylde hooking the arm of Deacon and picking him up for a pumphandle slam! Adam Wylde seems just about unstoppable here! SoL: He’s measuring up everyone… what’s Wylde planning to do? Cyrus: Clothesline to Courage! Then to iSav! As Deacon turns around Wylde runs in with a clothesline from hell type move, nearly taking Deacon’s head off! Wylde is on fire! SoL: You see, that wild is messed up. I’ve heard that he hears voices in his head. You don’t mess with someone like that! Cyrus: Wait… what the hell, Magnum just ran in and nailed Wylde with a tornado ddt! Wylde is down! Magnum immediately proceeding to stomp away at Wylde’s midsection. Pulling Wylde up by the hair, he starts hammering away with kneestrikes to the head of Wylde! SoL: As Wylde gets up, Magnum tries for a suplex! Did he think that would work? Wylde is too powerful for him to try that move on! Cyrus: Again, Magnum trying to bring Wylde up for the suplex, but once again the bigger man is able to get his foot up and manages to stop the attempt. Wait, here comes Deacon Frost! Frost hooking Wylde’s other arm! SoL: Double suplex on Wylde! Cyrus: As both men get up and celebrate the move, iSav suddenly runs in and double-clotheslines them to the ground! SoL: Kneedrop to the face of Magnum! Then a standing moonsault onto Wylde! As Frost gets up, iSav runs in with a big boot! Cyrus: But Captain Courage is up and nails an elbow strike to iSav’s head! iSav and Captain Courage exchanging blows in the middle of the ring! SoL: Hah! Just what we need. A Superhero versus a guy who looks like Scarecrow! Cyrus: iSav swinging a right hand but Courage ducking under it. Courage with a neckbreaker! As iSav rolls himself up, Courage running in with a knee to the face! Courage is heading to the top rope! SoL: Superhero is going to try to fly! Frankly, I don’t see this ending well for someone! Captain Courage waits patiently while iSav gets to his feet. He then leaps off the top rope, with his arms outstretched, almost like an eagle flying. iSav manages to drop himself in the last second, causing Courage to fall flat on the mat! iSav immediately goes for the cover!One…
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No!Cyrus: Courage manages to kick out in time! SoL: Guess his ‘superpowers’ saved him from the three count. Cyrus: iSav pulling up the fallen Courage. He’s trying for the Bee-Headed! He’s going for his finisher! SoL: But Courage able to spin out, twisting iSav around! Justice Cutter! Pin attempt! 1…
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3!Sarah: Ladies and gentleman… iSav has been eliminated! As iSav gets up, he stares in bewilderment at Captain Courage, the one who eliminated him. Rolling out of the ring, he goes and collects a steel chair. While Captain Courage is still posing to the crowd who’s cheering for the first pinfall in VCW history, he comes back in and rushes at the Captain. Swinging the chair widly it connects with a thunderous crack.Cyrus: Oh my god… this is uncalled for! iSav isn’t even in the match anymore! SoL: He’s mad and he’s irate! Hell, I would be too if a delusional punk with a Superman complex eliminated me! Cyrus: And iSav still going! Eight chairshots… nine… ten! Somebody has got to stop this! Finally iSav throws down the chair, looking down at the bleeding figure of Captain Courage. He grabs him by the head and shouts “This isn’t over”, before rolling out.Cyrus: Adam Wylde is up! He’s approaching Captain Courage and yanking him to his feet! He’s getting him into position… oh good lord… SoL: Thrice! Thrice hit on the Captain! Pinfall! One…
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Three!Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, Captain Courage has been eliminated! Cyrus: Look at that! Wylde picking up Courage and sliding him out of the ring head first! Magnum and Deacon Frost are approaching the mammoth now! SoL: These three men are all hungry. Remember that if any of them can survive getting pinned or tapping out here, the top two advance in this competition! Cyrus: Look at Magnum! He’s motioning to Deacon. Trying to get a team effort going here! SoL: Smart thinking there! Cyrus: And Deacon accepting! Both charging at Adam Wylde! Absolutely hammering him with punches! They’ve got frost at the ropes. Running back, they’re attempting a double-clothesline! Bam it connects! It sends Wylde straight over the ropes! SoL: Holy crap! The mammoth just simply toppled over and landed on his feet! He’s still standing! Cyrus: King charging in and trying for a shoulder tackle through the middle ropes… but Wylde caught him… what a monster! Magnum surveying the scene. Grabbing the ropes, he lowers himself down and vaults over! The impact finally causes Wylde to topple! SoL: Just look at that! Think of what Wylde could do in a singles match! It took combined efforts from both of these men just to get him off of his feet! Cyrus: Both men now stomping away at Wylde, who, even through the turmoil is getting back up. Wylde in a semi-standing position now and he just shoved Magnum away! The impact sends Magnum crashing over the steel steps! SoL: As Frost delivers kicks and punches Wylde suddenly blocks and grabs his arm! Irish whip into the corner post! Cyrus: Wylde now setting him up! Powerbomb onto the ground! That had to hurt! Frost holding his back and not looking too good! Wylde throwing King back into the ring! SoL: I must say, it looks like King days are numbered here. Can he stand against Wylde’s onslaught alone? Wylde picks up King hoists him onto his shoulder. He runs across the ring, delivering a powerslam.Cyrus: Adam Wylde is cleaning house! He’s going in to do even more damage… but what’s that… Deacon King just rolled him up! King was playing possum! One…
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THREE!!Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, Adam Wylde has been eliminated! SoL: Wylde never saw that coming! Look at him, he’s clearly irate at this! Adam Wylde walking towards the back, with the look of dark fury on his face! Cyrus: Deacon is getting up! But look at Magnum, who’s gotten back inside the ring. Magnum charging at Deacon! Diving shoulder to the knee! Magnum immediately mounts with an offense of strikes. SoL: Get him down, then keep him there, that’s the rule of the game, right here! Cyrus: Magnum measuring up the fallen Deacon. I think he wants to try one of those karate kicks! He swings, but Deacon ducks. Deacon with a jawbreaker! He follows it up with several uppercuts! Deacon running behind now and locking in a sleeperhold! SoL: Look at Magnum struggling! He’s going down to one knee, and Deacon has him in a sitting position now! There’s nowhere for him to go! Cyrus: Magnum’s eyes are growing lifeless. The referee is picking up his hand! One..
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Thre… NO!Cyrus: Magnum raising his hand at the last second! He’s struggling back up! Elbows to Deacon’s midsection! And look at that! Magnum now using headbutts to fight back the challenger! Deacon is forced to let go… OH GOD! SoL: Holy shit… That’s a new one, Magnum just nailed a massive sidekick, taking Deacon clear over the ropes! Magnum heading to the top rope! Cyrus: THIS JUST IN! THIS JUST IN! Magnum just nailed his finisher onto Deacon who’s lying on the outside! Both men are barely stirring! The referee starts the count! 1…
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7…Cyrus: Magnum is starting to stir, he’s wobbling onto his feet… and grabbing at the apron. 8…
9…SoL: Magnum made it back into the ring! 10!Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, Deacon King has been eliminated! Here is your winner of the match... Magnum! Kenneth Noisewater: 4aps + 0.55avs = 4.55 Total Deacon King: 3.9aps + 0.2avs = 4.1 Total Adam Wylde: 3.8aps + 0.25avs = 4.05 Total Captain Courage: 3.65aps + 0.05avs = 3.7 Total iSav: 0aps + 0avs = 0 TotalCyrus: What an epic encounter! Frost finally getting to his feet, but realizing he was just too late! SoL: A countout loss is a difficult way to go for any superstar. We’ll be right back, folks! Captain Courage is seen backstage, just after the 5-man Seraphim Falls Tournament Qualifier. He is still bleading from his assault.
Jamie Kidd, VCW's backstage interviwer, comes up to him.
Kidd: Mr. Courage!
Courage: That’s Captain Courage to you, young man!
Kidd: Oh, sorry. How do you feel about what iSav just did to you.
Courage: I would say I feel hurt… but that would imply that Captain Courage can feel pain!
The Captain starts laughing and then suddenly his body racks up with pain.
Kidd: Are you okay?
Courage: Yes, yes… quite.
iSav suddenly walks onscreen and approaches the Captain. He grabs Kidd’s microphone.
iSav: Do you see what you get for messing with the Angel of Anarchy? Captain Courage, you weren’t even a blip on my radar, but now… through eliminating ME, you have incurred my wrath!
iSav drops the microphone, shoving past the superhero.
Courage: He’s awfully dreary, isn’t he? And slightly scary… of course, not for me, because I am built up of Courage!
Captain Courage shivers and walks away. At that moment, both Magnum and Deacon King walk by.
Kidd: Magnum, Magnum! Just a few questions, please.
Magnum: Fire away.
Kidd: How did you prepare for the five-man match? Did you walk in thinking that you were gonna win?
Magnum: To be honest, Kidd, no amount of preparation is "just right" when it comes to a clusterfuck like this. And despite the fact that optimism gives you an edge, you just can't help but feel that you might not really survive a scramble.
Kidd: Do you think you're gonna win the Seraphim Falls Tournament?
Magnum: I can't promise anything - no one can - but obviously I do wanna win this thing.
Deacon: Hold up just a minute there, Magnum. It doesn’t matter if you want to win… I’m taking the gold at the end of the day.
Magnum: You couldn’t even beat me in that match!
Deacon: You never beat me either! There was no pinfall or submission there.
Magnum: I guess we’ll have to see.
Kidd: Mr. Frost, I have to ask one final question, the stipulations for the five-man match call for the winner being given the right to choose his next opponent for the next round in VCW 1.2. This is what's on everyone's minds right now, Magnum - who did you pick as your next opponent?
Deacon: Choose me, you bastard! Let’s settle this thing about who beat who!
Magnum irritably glances at Deacon, before replying to Kidd.
Magnum: Great question, Kidd, great question indeed. I've been doing a lot of thinking about that, and I'm gonna follow up a great question with a great answer. Kidd, for the next round, I choose to fight... no one.
Kidd: What? No one? Why?
Noisewater: I was given the choice to fight anyone, and I take the choice to fight no one. It's real easy when you think about it, Magnum. It's an automatic second round bye. Pretty smart, don't you think?
And without waiting for Kidd's reply, Magnum walks away, leaving an irate Deacon King behind..
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Post by Ro on Feb 29, 2008 8:29:21 GMT -5
The Radical theme song plays over the sound system as white and gold pyros begin to spray from the top of the VCW set and from the sides of the entrance ramp. Chris Austin emerges from behind the curtain to boos from the Los Angeles crowd, even though he is from the city, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he walks to the ring with his chin up and a very smug smile on his face, apparently soaking in the adulation or lack thereof from the audience.Sarah: The next match is a Seraphim Falls Tournament Qualifier match scheduled for one-fall! Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, standing at six feet and five inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the Radical... CHRIS... AUSTIN!!!Cyrus: And we’re back with the second qualifier for the prestigious Seraphim Falls tournament to crown the first-ever VCW World Heavyweight Champion. SoL: You know Cyrus, if I had my way, I’d actually join this tournament! VCW needs a true champion to raise it from the ground up, and who betta than the New Breed? Cyrus: That would actually be fine had you not retired due to an injury! SoL: ...Fucking back. Cyrus: Heh. Anyway the Radical Chris Austin looking confident enough to make quick work of his opponent tonight, the inexplicably mysterious Exodus. SoL: If it was explicable, would it be mysterious? I think not. Cyrus: Shut up. Demon Hunter’s “Storm the Gates of Hell” takes over the Radical theme song as reddish smoke begins to fill the arena. A robed figure, Exodus, emerges from the back of the curtain and makes his way towards the ring.Sarah: And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown, standing at six feet and two inches, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... he is EXODUS!!!SoL: Look at that guy, he’s a freak! Cyrus: The mysterious Exodus giving us his first VCW appearance tonight. SoL: He claims to be the Wandering Jew! Look, Cyrus, he’s calling himself a Jew! Cyrus: And I don’t think he’s calling himself that because he’s proud, either. Exodus gets in the ring and takes off his black-and-white robe. The two men begin the staredown as the bell is rung. They circle each other until Chris Austin raises his right arm up for a strength duel. Exodus obliges and matches with his left hand. They do this with the other arm, until the slightly bigger Chris Austin manages to overpower Exodus, kicks him in the gut and moves around Exodus to nail a picture-perfect german suplex.Cyrus: Austin and Exodus start things out with a little bit of old-school wrestling and Austin manages to come out as the victor of that little battle with a highly devastating snap suplex! SoL: Better him than the Jew, I always say. Austin’s looking good out here and it hasn’t even been long yet. Almost immediately after nailing the german suplex, Austin follows it up with a Texas cloverleaf.Cyrus: Austin just trying to damage Exodus’s upper body by following up the german suplex with a Texas cloverleaf! SoL: Despite Austin’s show of skill tonight, it’s way too early for him to expect Exodus to tap out. Cyrus: That much I’ll agree with, New Breed. Austin’s got the legs hooked and the hold locked in but we all think Exodus can still take it. Austin is screaming ‘Tap out!’, but to obviously no avail. Exodus gets up on his arms and begins crawling his way to the nearest rope. Before he can get a hand on the rope, Austin suddenly drops the hold, but starts stomping on Exodus.Cyrus: Austin let go, but now he’s still got the upper hand as he’s stomping a mudhole into Exodus! SoL: Okay, now he’s starting to bore the New Breed. Cyrus: The ref starts counting and Austin stops at the count of four. Austin lifts him up and there’s some stiff right hands to Exodus’s jaw. SoL: Seriously. This is boring. Cyrus: Then quit watching. Austin whips Exodus to the ropes, and Exodus meets a headlock backbreaker when he gets back! SoL: I didn’t expect Exodus to be this weak. He’s gotta start countering Austin’s stuff! I’m not being paid to sit here and call one-sided matches! The New Breed took this job so I can call five-star classics! Cyrus: What the hell do you expect from Vendetta Championship Wrestling’s first ever show? Ladies and gentlemen Chris Austin has now just dragged out Exodus’s body to the middle of the ring and there he goes with an STS, he’s definitely weakening that neck area. SoL: While I admire Chris Austin working like... a workhorse, potentially debilitating submissions are best left ‘til you’re sure you have the match won. Cyrus: Impeccable insight, SoL, but you’re not known as a submission artist. SoL: So? Basic fact of wrestling. After seeing that Exodus still isn’t tapping out soon, Austin lets go of the STS. Austin lifts up Exodus again, hits him with a few fists, and sets him up for the spinebuster only for Exodus to counter with a DDT!Cyrus: And Exodus finally managing to find an opening with the reversal. Happy now, SoL? SoL: My attention has now been drawn again. Cyrus: Good. Exodus now taking his time, picking his spots, wary that Austin may counter any move as easily as Exodus countered the spinebuster. Exodus going in with a few stomps here and there. SoL: The whole “picking your spots” theory, while gay in concept, makes sure that this Jew here won’t be rushing in blindly. Cyrus: A few well-placed stomps and then Exodus gets down and executes an armbar, to begin draining Chris Austin’s stamina if anything. SoL: Or to snap his arm like a twig. Cyrus: Or that. Exodus pulls back as hard as he could, as Chris Austin is screaming in pain. Austin is also trying to hit Exodus with his free hand, but due to the distance, it is near impossible to do so. Exodus lets go and then hooks Austin’s head and other arm, stands up and lifts Austin into a suplex!Cyrus: Look at the power of Exodus, suplexing Chris Austin from a prone position on the ground! SoL: Exodus weakened Austin for that moment, so it’s not surprising that there was little resistance from him. Cyrus: Exodus also garnishing the move with a knee drop to the head of Chris Austin. Exodus lifts up Austin again and the two trade punches. Exodus tries to whip Austin, but Austin counters into an irish whip of his own. Austin bends down for the back body drop but Exodus comes back with a running knee smash.Cyrus: And Austin eats knee. SoL: That sounded wrong. Cyrus: Exodus now seems to be a little iffed as he’s now stomping a mudhole himself in Chris Austin’s upper chest and head. SoL: Once again I’m slowly drifting back to being bored with this match. Cyrus: I think you’ll be snapped from that stupor again once you see that Chris Austin has just caught Exodus’s foot and flips him over. There’s an ankle lock! SoL: What am I supposed to say? There’s not much dynamic in a heel versus heel match, I’m supposed to be on fire commenting against the damned face here. Cyrus: Why don’t you just do what it says on your job description and color commentate? SoL: Yeah, but how? I barely even know these guys, and telling the viewers that “Chris Austin’s ankle lock is going to debilitate Exodus’s foot” isn’t interesting, what’s more, it totally lacks in ring psychology! Cyrus: Whatever. Chris Austin doesn’t keep the ankle lock in for long as he’s now applying falling shots to Exodus’s head. And in what seems to be a reciprocation of Exodus’s earlier show of strength, Chris Austin is now lifting Exodus up from the prone position into a powerslam! SoL: These men are trying to one-up each other but neither of them seems to be looking to try and end the match. Cyrus: Austin assaulting Exodus with the foot and finishing it up with a standing leg drop to the neck. SoL: OBVIOUSLY Austin’s weakening his neck. OBVIOUSLY this is his serving of ring psychology. Cyrus: Obviously. But less than obvious is why Chris Austin has suddenly chosen to halt his barrage. Chris Austin did stop and now he walks away from Exodus. Austin crouches down in the turnbuckle opposite Exodus’s body.SoL: And OBVIOUSLY Austin’s looking to hit the spear. Cyrus: Could be. Could be that he’s got other ideas too. SoL: No, this is way too predictable. Look at him, he’s doing Edge’s “get up” schtick already. And that is what Austin is indeed doing. Exodus slowly gets up, Austin begins to charge, but as Austin makes contact with his shoulder, Exodus gets a knee in Austin’s chest, and hooks Austin instead for another DDT!Cyrus: Another clever counter from up Exodus’s black sleeve. SoL: And this is the reality of wrestling, ladies and gentlemen. I can guarantee you that this match is full of moves and their respective counters, sometimes not building up to anything at all! Cyrus: Got any more fortune cookie wisdom? SoL: I am offended by that statement. Cyrus: As you should be. Exodus now stalking his opponent, and goes in with a running lariat! And... what’s this, is he removing the padding from that turnbuckle? SoL: Finally, a more interesting development. Cyrus: The referee catches him in the act and he’s got no choice but to hand it over. SoL: What? Exodus just giving in to the referee like that? What sort of Jew is he? Cyrus: The referee’s tying up that padding back in, but Exodus walks into a low blow by Chris Austin! The referee doesn’t see it! SoL: Typical referee, Cyrus! Typical referee! They might as well be wearing horse blinds! Cyrus: There goes a PILEDRIVER! Pin by Chris Austin, first pin of the match! But the referee’s still busy! SoL: Not only do we get a blind referee, we get a snail! Cyrus: Finally there’s the count, and with enough time for Exodus to recuperate from that cheap shot, too! One, two, kick-out at three-fourths! SoL: No, I think it was more of nine-tenths. Cyrus: Whatever the fraction is, it’s got to be close as no ordinary person would survive a blow to the groin and a potentially-debilitating piledriver. And logically, Austin looks pissed. SoL: So would I if that happened to me. I mean, come on, a low blow! Cyrus: Austin lifts Exodus up and continues to work on that head, look at that reverse STO! SoL: Have you noticed the way the WWE loves to stick that move on rookies as a finisher? Cyrus: Yes, it does seem to be a pretty common move over at the ‘E. SoL: It’s sickening. Austin is at the corner again, but this time he’s not crouching. There must be something else on his mind.SoL: Now would you look at this. If my guess is right, then Chris Austin is nothing more than a carbon copy of Randy Orton. Cyrus: What are you talking about? SoL: Look at that. He’s not crouching, so that means he’s not gonna spear him. He’s not getting up on the ground so that means he’s not gonna do an aerial move either. There’s only one thing on his mind and only one move that would require some ‘charging up’ if you will. Cyrus: You mean... SoL: Yes, you blockhead, I mean he’s getting ready for that punt! Exodus is on all fours and sure enough, Chris Austin begins to run. Austin lifts up his right boot for the punt but at the very last moment, Exodus rolls over in Chris’s direction, causing Chris to trip!Cyrus: Exodus just used a clever tactic to stop that head punt from happening! SoL: That’s one clever Jew. As Austin is lying on the ground, Exodus quickly makes his way up the top rope and launches into a shooting star leg drop, landing right smack onto Chris Austin!Cyrus: And that’s what he calls the Unholy Diver! Impressive shooting star leg drop! SoL: I was expecting Austin to move out of the way! Now the Jew’s gonna win! Cyrus: Exodus makes the cover, the one, two, THREE! Exodus is going to the second round of the Seraphim Falls! Exodus: 4.1aps + 1.05avs = 5.15 Total Chris Austin: 3.75aps + 0avs = 3.75 TotalSoL: As of this moment, Austin looks like he’s just plain hype! Cyrus: We’re only in the first show, SoL, there’s lots of time for Austin to prove himself in this fed. The ref is still raising Exodus’s arm in victory, when a stream of white noise begins to play on the arena sound system, and the arena lights begin to flicker.Cyrus: What the... what the hell is going on? SoL: Oh no, it’s the end of the world! God, I’m sorry I called Exodus a Jew! Cyrus: Cut the crap, SoL, the lights are just flickering! A deep, booming voice begins to speak.: Exodus, Exodus! Are you listening? Are you listening? SoL: I’m telling you, Cyrus, that’s God talking! Cyrus: Have you been watching The Seventh Sign again? : Exodus! Your master speaketh! Exodus can be barely heard screaming in the ring amidst all the chaos.: My servant... DESTROY HIM! Cyrus: Destroy him? Who? Don’t tell me he means... Chris Austin? SoL: Don’t disobey God, Exodus! Destroy him! Cyrus: Will you shut up? You sound like a fucking pussy! : DESTROY HIM! Exodus can still be heard screaming in obedience. The noise quiets down and the lights stop flickering and turn back on. We can see Exodus getting a steel chair at ringside and start to repeatedly bash Chris Austin with the chair until he bleeds.Cyrus: What the hell?! Chris Austin was just competing for the gold in this match! This brutal assault is totally uncalled for! Ref, stop this! SoL: Be quiet, Cyrus, this is the will of God being carried out by Exodus! Cyrus: I don’t believe for a minute that God would order this demon to basically kill Chris Austin! SoL: Blasphemy! Exodus finally busts Chris Austin’s head open. After he does, he throws away the chair, seemingly having enough of the beatdown. The ref helps Chris Austin get to his feet.Cyrus: Thank God he’s done! SoL: You dare speak God’s name after you just blasphemed? Cyrus: Shut up! If White Falcon did that to you, you’d be saying the same thing! Suddenly, Exodus kicks the already-standing Chris Austin, and moves behind him to execute the Forsaken Lock!Cyrus: What the, I thought he was done! SoL: This is the will of God! Cyrus: He’s gonna choke him to death! He’s gonna suffocate him! Due to the loss of blood, it doesn’t take long for Chris Austin to pass out to the hold. Exodus still doesn’t let up for a long time, but when he does, he slowly exits the ring as EMTs make their way down the entrance ramp.Cyrus: Chris Austin may suffer permanent brain damage at the hands of this vile Exodus, and we’ve barely begun the first VCW show! SoL: Cyrus, why do you take it upon yourself to question the will of God? Cyrus: Like I said earlier, New Breed, I don’t believe for a single second that God would order Exodus, someone who claims to have been smote by God himself, to decimate a fellow human being! It’s akin to the philosophy of Muslim extremists! It’s sickening! SoL: And God could smite you yourself right here, right now if you don’t shut up! Cyrus: I don’t believe it for one minute, SoL! It’s things like this that give me more reason to proudly call myself the Shadow Master! Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be back with more Seraphim Falls qualifiers after the break, and I damn hope that there won’t be any more incidences like this! Exodus is seen walking backstage, seemingly pleased with his latest victory. He passes Craig Christ, who is trying on the VCW World Heavyweight Title.
Exodus: You can just as well give that belt to me now. Nothing can contain my endless fury!
Craig looks at Exodus with a frown on his face.
Craig: Who the hell are you?
Exodus: I am The Wrath and I have come for my prize! The VCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Craig: Listen up, kid. You beat a rookie out there. As far as I know, you’re a rookie yourself. So you have to do something to prove yourself to me!
Exodus: There is no-one better. The Revelations have foretold of this cataclystic event and that I shall be the bearer.
Craig: Excuse me? Revelations? Isn’t that Shakespeare or something? Get the hell out of my face.
Exodus: Hah! Do not mock one you cannot face.
Craig: Listen kid, like I said… do something to prove yourself, then come talk to me again.
Exodus: Perhaps I shall…
With that Exodus walks away, while Craig Christ simply shakes his head.
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Post by Ro on Feb 29, 2008 8:30:03 GMT -5
Sarah: Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia. Weighing in at two forty five. He. Is… ERIC ARES!
Red strobes start flashing throughout the sold out arena as Survival of the Sickest by Saliva explodes out of the P.A
Cyrus: And this man is no stranger to the Wrestling ring, isn’t that right SoL?
SoL: That is correct. I think Ares is a man I can grow to like. Despite him being an affront to everything Allah stands for.
Cyrus: Yeah. When I got told I was working with you, they didn’t tell me you were using the Muslim gimmick…
SoL: Gimmick?
A blindingly bright red pyro explosion interrupted the two commentators discussion, however.
Cyrus: God, my eyes!
SoL: Still your tongue, you dirty infidel!
And as the pyro fades, Eric Ares is revealed, slowly raising his fist into the air as red and gold sparks rain down above him.
Cyrus: God; the man sure does take his time…
SoL: And by Allah, you sure don’t seem to want to shut up.
Eventually, after a series of ‘Get on with it’ chants, Eric slowly made his way down to the ring…
Cyrus: Finally. Hey, SoL, did Eric just take that candyfloss from that little girl?
SoL: Yes; take the delicious confectionary from the infidel!
Eric got to the ring, but refused to enter; instead talking to the announcer, Sarah La Fée Verte.
Cyrus: And what’s going on here… Is Eric actually demanding that our lovely announcer Sarah holds down the ropes for him?
SoL: And like a good woman, she does it for him!
Sarah sat on the middle rope allowing Eric to enter, but not before he placed a hand on the back of her head and forced it in the direction of his crotch.
Cyrus: Now that was just wrong. Look at him looking all pleased with himself up there on the turnbuckle. The crowd are having none of this.
’You’re an asshole’ chants soon started picking up; as if the stealing candy from a little girl was not enough, his little fiasco in the ring did him no favours with the crowd.
Sarah regathered herself to continue her job, but not before looking down her nose at the first combatant.
Sarah: And his opponent, from West Union, West Virginia. Weighing in at two eighty five, he is COLT CONRAD!
Hello Zepp by Charlie Clouser sounded out from the P.A as the lights started to fade out in time with the opening melody.
The first chord exploded, accompanied by a firework explosion as Colt, his midget manager and his wife all amerged from the back.
Colt seemed thoroughly exited by the sounds of the explosions which continued over head, however, after some prompting by his manager and his wife, he soon stopped jumping up and down and began a beeline to the ring.
SoL: Look at the retarded infidel! All excited by the pyro.
Cyrus: But look at him go! It seems abusing women does not fly well with the former boxer; or at least not his wife! Colt swinging a huge right straight for Ares’ face!
However, Eric ducked out of the ring and started yelling something up to the ref…
Cyrus: Did I hear that right? Eric wants Colt checked for weapons!
SoL: As is his right…
The referee, not wanting to delay the match any further, proceeded to check the boxer for any concealed weaponry; Colt remained stationary as he was searched, save for the bouncing from foot to foot…
Whilst he had his back turned…
SoL: Eric Ares showing the initiative and stomping out the back of the retards leg. The bell has gone, lets go!
Cyrus: This match is quickly becoming a spectacle of poor sportsmanship. Conrad fighting back to his feet driving straights right to the abdomen of Eric like a jackhammer, he’s up and sends Ares reeling to the far rope with an uppercut.
SoL: Now, this isn’t fair. The retard is trying to inflict his condition on Eric!
Cyrus: Oh, shove it SoL. Conrad following up, Ares on the ropes. No, low drop kick to the favoured leg of Colt by Ares who immediately goes to work again.
SoL: Which is smart. If Eric keeps driving those knees to Colt’s, it’ll be easier to keep him grounded where he can’t use that forty-pound weight advantage. Look how Eric locks in a figure four leg lock now!
Cyrus: Eric’s got it in tight. Mrs. Conrad and his manager are screaming for Colt to get the ropes. But no; what’s this?! Colt just arched up and now he’s slugging away at Eric to force him to break the hold!
SoL: What a tard…
Cyrus: No, it’s working! Eric loosening his grip; he’s trying to defend himself and Colt brings his shin into contact with the side of Eric’s head! Eric down! And Colt’s getting back up!
SoL: And this is why the retard won’t win, instead of capitalising, he’s bouncing around like a loon.
Cyrus: Hey; cut him a break man. This isn’t his sport…
SoL: The retard has turned his back; his stupid manager is yelling at him to turn, but no! Eric with a schoolboy dropping the back of Conrad’s neck on the bottom rope. And a beautiful kick to the exposed spine!
Cyrus: Eric dragging Colt more central in the ring, the cover…
One! Tw!
Cyrus: Conrad powers out with ease! He’s trying to get back to his feet.
SoL: But Eric slaps some sense into him with a backhand to the face.
Cyrus: Which Conrad responds to with an elbow to the stomach.
SoL: Backhand!
Cyrus: Elbow!
SoL: Backhand! Cyrus: Elbow!
SoL: Backhand!
Cyrus: Elbow!
SoL: Backhan;- - -What?!
Cyrus: NO! Colt rolled around Eric’s swing and nailed a raising German Suplex! Eric is DOWN!
SoL: No worries, he won’t go to the cover.
Colt jumped around excitedly on his successful German Suplex, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his leg which buckled every time he placed his weight on it.
His manager shouted at him to go for the pin, but Colt couldn’t have heard him, as he went walking over to the side of the ring where his wife and manager stood…
SoL: See?
Cyrus: Eric’s got back up. Don’t turn around Colt!
SoL: BAM! The retard walked right into Eric Ares Greatest Hits!
Cyrus: But that Superkick didn’t floor the boxer. He’s hanging up on the rope by the crook of his arm.
SoL: Eric with a swift kick to that knee; only for the retard to drag himself up for another. He IS a glutton for punishment.
Cyrus: Conrad fighting back with punches, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?
Out of nowhere, Conrad hit a huge belly to belly suplex that hurled Eric Ares through the air into the guard rail outside.
Cyrus: THAT WAS AMAZING!
SoL: Look at the crowd hurling bottles and cups at Eric. Have they no respect?!
Cyrus: Well, he doesn’t deserve it. But that beating must have taken a load out of Colt. He just tried to get away from the ropes and his leg crumpled beneath him!
SoL: As I said; this one belongs to Eric Ares.
Cyrus: That’s if he can get back in the ring. The ref’s on thr--- No, four now, and no signs of life from Eric.
SoL: It’s just a breather.
Cyrus: Five, six; Eric’s up Conrad is too… Eric sliding into the ring at seven… Huge clothesline attempt by Colt.
SoL: Ducked. There’s another Greatest Hit!
Cyrus: Colt keeps his shaky footing… Lunging again…
SoL: And a third superkick! Conrad still won’t go down! Knee stomp and that’ll do it. The cover.
ONE!
Cyrus: No!
TWO!
SoL: The retard’s too rattled to do a thing about it…
THREE!
Sarah: And your winner, via pinfall, ERIC ARES!
Eric Ares: 4.0aps + 0.65avs = 4.65 Total Colt Conrad: 3.8aps + 0.35avs = 4.15 Total[/I]
Eric rolled out of the ring as his music hit, but instead of leaving he grabbed a microphone.
Eric: There. The first of many examples of why I will not be stopped. You can pit me against the boxer, the freak with nothing in his sack, the guy with two heads, the guy who thinks he’s an angel, whoever!
Eric: But I will not be defeated. I am your new champion whether you like it or not, people. I am this companies biggest draw. The rest of you guys out there are just a bunch Avenue Q style puppets…
Eric turns his attention back to Colt, whose wife and manager are helping him up to his feet.
Eric: And this brain cell graveyard here. Well, let’s just say Kermit the Frog just got his strings cut…
Cyrus: Do you think Eric knows the puppets used in Avenue Q don’t have strings? Neither did Kermit, for that matter…
SoL: Silence infidel; you are uninteresting in comparison.
Eric: Now guys, I’ve got a celebration party to go to; the first of many… In my pants.
A chorus of boos rang out from the crowd and more popcorn, cups and the likes were thrown from the crowd as Eric made his way to the back.
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Post by Ro on Feb 29, 2008 8:30:33 GMT -5
Queen - "We Are The Champions" hits as Gregory enters the arena waving Notts County's flag and sporting it's shirt.
Sarah: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Seraphim Falls Tournament Qualifying Match.
The crowd goes ballistic.
Sarah: Introducing first, from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 210 pounds, "The Magpie" Gregory Best.
Best continues to the ring, slides in, and quickly climbs one of the turnbuckles where he continues to wave his flag.
Cyrus: Interesting thing about Best, he really has no wrestling experience to speak of. It will be interesting to see what he can come up with here tonight.
SoL: Best doesn't have a god damn chance here. Not only does he not have any experience as you said before, but he likes soccer, thus making him a pansy.
Cyrus: I believe they refer to it as football.
SoL: Shut it fag boy. This is an easy victory for Atwood.
Cyrus: Speak of the devil, here he is now.
Beastie Boys - "Sabotage"begins playing over the speakers as Atwood steps from behind the curtain.
Sarah: And the challenger, standing 6'2" and weighing in at 227 pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts "The Prodigy" Rivers Atwood.
Cyrus: Atwood wastes little time as he makes a beeline for the ring!
SoL: Quick decision here, I am calling it.
Cyrus: The bell sounds and this match is on as the two competitors are trading rights and lefts. Best seems to have the upper hand as he lands numerous blows to the head of Atwood. DDT out of nowhere from Best and Atwood is firmly planted on his face!
SoL: And you said he had no wrestling skill. You are such a hack.
Cyrus: .....Right. Best goes to work on Atwood, trying to stomp a hole in him apparently. A sweep by Atwood takes Best off his feet. Atwood is up and backs off to catch his breath.
SoL: Dumb move by Atwood here. Your opponent is on the ground, take advantage man!
Cyrus: I am inclined to agree with you there.
SoL: Of course you are numb nuts. We all know who the brain is in this pairing.
Cyrus: Back to the action, both men are now on their feet. They exchange blows once again and then both men go for a dropkick. They must be on the same wavelength with that display. They both get up, stare at each other, and smile.
The crowd erupts.
Cyrus: They lock up, both straining for an advantage. Knee to the gut by Best and irish whips Atwood to the ropes. Atwood grabs the ropes to prevent Best from getting an advantage. Best bounces off the ropes and is going for a clothesline but no!! Atwood pulls down the ropes and best goes over the top and finds himself on the ground outside.
SoL: Nice tactic by Rivers lets see if he can take advantage.
Cyrus: Atwood now standing on the apron, it looks like he's planning something here. MY GOD! SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT OFF OF THE MIDDLE ROPE ONTO BEST!!!
SoL: Just like we've seen all night tonight, these guys are putting their bodies on the line. That proves just how much the VCW Heavyweight Title means.
Cyrus: Atwood holding a groggy Gregory Best and, Standing Enzuigiri right to the back of the head of Best.
Sol: He has to be out cold after that shot!
Atwood rolls Best into the ring and goes for a quick cover.
One…
Two…
Cyrus: Kickout just before the ref slammed his hand down a third time.
Sol: I wonder how bruised refs hands get once a match is done.
Cyrus: Would you please focus on the match!
Sol: Blow me.
Cyrus: Atwood now thoroughly in control of this match as he climbs to the top rope.
Sol: He’s looking to take another risk here. What else is new.
Cyrus: Atwood off the top rope looking for a big Leg Drop…
“Ole!”
Cyrus: Gregory Best moves out of the way! And The Prodigy goes crashing into the mat!
Sol: What the hell did he just say?
Cyrus: I believe he said… Ole.
Sol: What does that even mean?
Cyrus: I…don’t know. Back to the action, Best takes advantage of his downed opponent with a Leg Drop of his own. Cover…
One…
Cyrus: Kickout after just a one count.
Sol: You aren’t gonna beat ANYONE with a leg drop unless your name rhymes with Bulk Logan.
Cyrus: That is true, Best now looking for another move but he is hesitating slightly.
Sol: That is just a result of the fact that Best isn’t an experienced wrestler.
Cyrus: What is he doing? Best to the top rope, Diving Headbutt onto Atwood! Perfectly executed. Again you mention the experience factor and Best delivers.
Sol: Luck.
Cyrus: You should maybe not talk for a while. Cover by Best…
One…
Two…
Th…
Cyrus: Close call there as Atwood gets his shoulder up just before the count of three. Best is running out of options here as he is now going for another DDT onto Atwood.
Sol: Now THAT is where his non experience factor now comes into play.
Cyrus: Best telegraphed that move and Atwood reversed it into a bridged suplex…
One… Two…
Cyrus: Two count by Atwood, I think Best just couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Sol: I’m telling you Cyrus, experience.
Cyrus: Yes Sol, we all no he has little experience. Shut up.
Sol: I will hurt you…seriously. You will get cut.
Cyrus: A…Anyways. Atwood measuring Best. Atwood going for a clothesline!
“Ole!”
Sol: Here we go with this again.
Cyrus: Atwood misses and runs in to the ropes. Rebounds off the ropes, another clothesline attempt!
“Ole!”
Cyrus: Best kicks Atwood in the gut!
Sol: Now why is he standing like that?!
Cyrus: That’s the Brazilian Stance! He’s measuring Atwood for something. Gregory Best off the ropes and!!
Sol: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!
Cyrus: He just kicked him straight in the head! Now he’s running around the ring like he actually scored a goal! He even did the thing where he gets on his knees and takes his shirt off!
Sol: Wow…this guys is… AWESOME!
Cyrus: There is no need for a pin, the ref is checking Atwood. He’s out cold ladies and gentlemen!! This one is over!!!
Sarah: Winner of the match via Knockout, Greeeeegoryyyyyyy Best!!! Gregory Best: 3.91 aps + 1.00 avs = 4.91 Total Rivers Atwood: 0.00 aps + 0.00 avs = 0.00 Total
Gregory points to one of his buddies in the front row and his friend tosses him a soccer ball. He walks over to the announce table and grabs a pen. He signs his name on the ball and kicks it into the crowd. He smiles and walks out to a chant of 'You are the Best. You are the Best".
Craig Christ is still in his office, holding the VCW World title belt like a mother would a baby, when all of a sudden Romeo McCoy bursts into the room and bangs the desk.
Craig: What seems to be the problem, Juliet?
Romeo: Look at this card, Craig, look at it!
Craig: I can read, Juliet, I'm just not sure about you though, I'm not gonna read it for you!
Romeo: I'M NOT ON THE SHOW!
Craig: ...So? Other wrestlers consider that a privilege.
Romeo: I signed up for your stupid fed to compete, not to be a benchwarmer!
Craig: Well, you see, Juliet, I've just got wind that you have a serious addiction problem with painkillers. Is this true?
Romeo: It's true, but you don't see me stoned, do you?
Craig: We don't have a Wellness Policy yet, Juliet, but you're here already breaking it!
Romeo: The pills help me WORK. The pills enable me to wrestle. You give me a damn match or I'll give you a reason to become addicted to painkillers yourself!
Craig: No, Juliet, I don't see any good reason to book a pill-popping floozie like you!
Romeo: You won't, huh?
Craig: Do I have to say it again?
Romeo: That makes one thing clear.
Craig: That you're an idiot?
Romeo: That you don't hold the fans' interests at hand.
Craig: What makes you think they're even interested in you?
Romeo: You see, Craig, you're afraid. You're afraid that once you book me, I'll be on such a hot streak that your chances at the title you're breastfeeding right now are lessened. Know what? I'll give you a better reason to be afraid.
Craig: And what's that?
Romeo: I'll be having a word with the Don, and I'll tell him you're not out here to please the fans, therefore you're not out here to increase buyrates.
Craig: Oh, no, you won't.
Romeo: Oh, yes, I will. See you later.
Romeo pops a couple of Vicodin and walks out of the office, leaving Craig stonefaced, unable to determine what to make of the confrontation.
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 3, 2008 11:02:29 GMT -5
A rush of EMT’s are seen backstage. They are attending to someone, who is lying face down in a pool of blood. As the EMT’s load the man onto a stretcher, its revealed to be The Prodigy Rivers Atwood. Gregory Best arrives on scene, staring at the man who he faced just a few minutes ago.
Gregory: What happened here?
?: It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?
Gregory turns to see Eric Ares walking up.
Ares: You decided to throw away your supposed “sportsmanship-like conduct” and attacked your opponent, taking him out of the game.
Gregory: What? Are you crazy? I would never do that! Besides, what would I have had to gain from this?
Ares: One less person to worry about?
Gregory: You’d better be able to hold to your allegations.
The two men start getting in each other’s faces, when security arrives and breaks them up. Sam & Max comes strolling in.
Sam: My, what a gruesome sight!
Max: It’s not that bad. Would make a nice painting. I rather like the red hue.
Ares: If it isn’t the two headed freak.
Max: He’s cute… can we jump him?
Sam: Max…
Ares: You’d better watch out that this doesn’t happen to you or Johnathan later on in the show… You know how these things have a habit of spreading…
Ares walks away, leaving Sam & Max and Gregory staring after him.[/i]
The opening chord followed by the violins of ”Neverending Nights” by Elvenking stream from the arena as Sir Feyd Brisbane emerges from beside the entrance ramp riding on a horse. He makes his way towards the ring while tossing gold from a leather bag to the audience.
Sarah: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and itt is a Seraphim Falls Tournament Qualifying Match! Making his way to the ring, from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... he is SIR FEYD... BRISBANE!!!
Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, this next matchup is definitely bound to be interesting.
SoL: Has this gook broken out of the local asylum? Look, he’s even wearing armor!
Cyrus: That’s Sir Feyd Brisbane, and... he’s just a lot more imaginative.
SoL: What a freak!
Sir Brisbane reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp and gets off his horse. He pauses for a while, rummaging his leather bag for something, finally pulling out something indiscernible from the camera. He throws his right hand down to the floor and that item falls from his hand. It is... a twenty-sided die.
SoL: What the hell is that? Is that a die? Did he just roll a die? This isn’t Dungeons & Dragons, dammit!
Cyrus: To him it seems to be, and if I remember my old D&D days correctly, Sir Feyd’s rolling for a dexterity check.
SoL: Your old D&D days? You look like you still play, “Shadow Master”!
Cyrus: Yeah, and you play Second Life.
SoL: What are you talking about, I don’t need a second life, I’m living the high life right here. Anyway, this is all bullshit, I’m hoping his opponent is a better guy.
Cyrus: You... didn’t read the card?
SoL: Why should I?
Cyrus: Oh, I think you’re gonna like the next guy.
Sir Brisbane is in the ring posing and throwing more gold into the audience when Neverending Nights is replaced by the fast strumming of Fishbone’s “Sunless Saturday”. SoL’s eyes widen in blunt recognition. Sick Fixx emerges from the back and makes his way animatedly towards the ring.
SoL: We signed this man to a damn contract?! What the hell is he doing here? I put this man out of business!
Cyrus: He’s a legitimate competitor for Vendetta Championship Wrestling, SoL, and if I remember it correctly, we were the ones who took their tag titles.
SoL: No, you won because WLK didn’t show up, that cunt. And we took them from you.
Cyrus: Shut up.
Sarah: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... he is St. Poison, SICK... FIXX!!!
SoL: Japhy Sullivan is just going to choke tonight, like in all his fighting chances. Once an addict, always a drug addict.
Cyrus: I have good reason to believe that Fixx has taken great pains to reform himself. I do believe he’s got a fighting chance tonight.
SoL: Even then, it’s gonna be all to predictable. He wins tonight but sometime down the line, he’s gonna implode in another drug orgy!
The two men circle the ring and the bell is rung. Sick Fixx wastes no time and grapples Brisbane, and whips him into the corner, following with a stinger splash.
Cyrus: Sick Fixx wasting no time here and hitting Brisbane with a stinger splash.
SoL: Just you wait and see, Cyrus, Fixx is going to crash and burn and I hate to admit it but Brisbane will walk out the winner. The lesser of two evils.
Cyrus: Yeah, yeah. Sick Fixx followed the stinger splash with a bulldog to the middle of the ring. Hooks up a downed Brisbane and there’s the knee shots to the abdomen! Fixx is taking control of the match-up!
SoL: He’s only doing that to impress me. I can see right through him.
Cyrus: What, you think he’s wooing you? One last knee shot to the abdomen and Fixx picks him up for a shoulder breaker! What do you have to say about that, SoL? Fixx is a house of fire!
SoL: I guaran-damn-tee you that he’s gonna crash and burn later!
Cyrus: Doesn’t look that way as Fixx is now planting Brisbane with a half-nelson facebuster.
SoL: Anytime now.
Sick Fixx runs to the ropes and comes back waiting to hit the axe kick but Brisbane manages to grab Fixx’s legs and plant him down with a spinebuster! SoL: That’s what I’m talking about!
Cyrus: Brisbane creating the opening he needs by finally stemming Sick Fixx’s assault by cleverly reversing the incoming axe kick into a vicious spinebuster!
SoL: Big words, Cyrus, did that come from lots of Dungeon Master practice?
Cyrus: Hey, at least I know how to tell a good story. Brisbane now unloading at Fixx with clothesline after clothesline, and explodes with a spinning heel kick!
After the combo, Brisbane suddenly pauses and rummages his bag again. Once again he pulls out the die and rolls.
SoL: What the hell, what’s he rolling for now? Shadow Master, can you enlighten us?
Cyrus: I think... he’s rolling for a skill check.
SoL: Simply foolish.
Cyrus: And judging from the look on his face, it looks like he’s got something above the DC.
SoL: The what?
Cyrus: Difficulty class. And it looks like the skill’s an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! That’s gotta hurt, did you hear that?
SoL: Seriously, I have no idea who I plan to pull for in this damn match. The freak or the drug addict.
Cyrus: You’re not supposed to. The job description was to call it right down the middle.
SoL: For you maybe, but have you never watched a shred of professional wrestling at all? Color commentators favor the heel!
Cyrus: King doesn’t seem to.
SoL: King’s a pussy.
Cyrus: Brisbane in control of Sick Fixx in the matchup right here, utterly dominating him with a sidewalk slam earlier and now possessing some technical proficiency with that dragon suplex!
SoL: You wouldn’t expect this guy to be a Nick Dinsmore when he’s out there decked in those clothes.
Cyrus: What can I say, SoL, appearances can be deceiving.
Brisbane attempts for a german suplex but Sick Fixx manages to land on his feet and turns Brisbane around. Fixx grabs Brisbane’s forearm and does a hiptoss of sorts!
Cyrus: Haven’t seen that one in a while. Brute strength, carrying him by the arm right there!
SoL: Only a flashy maneuver, but that leg drop looked like it hurt.
Cyrus: That was a legdrop to Brisbane’s neck, and now Japhy’s climbing the turnbuckle!
SoL: Here’s what I’ve been saying all along, Cyrus! This is where “St. Poison” is going to crash and burn!
Cyrus: We may never know, SoL, why don’t you just wait ‘til the match is over?
SoL: Why? It’s all too predictable.
Cyrus: And there it goes, there’s the cannonball! Sick Fixx now attempting the pin! One, tw- Brisbane kicks out at one and a half! He didn’t need a saving throw there!
SoL: How do you roll a die when you’re being pinned?
Cyrus: Exactly. Sick Fixx now pulling back, and he’s charging him, what’s he about to do next? Hooks the head, there’s the flip, frontflip neckbreaker! He’s dominating the match now!
SoL: Meh.
Cyrus: Sick Fixx now grabbing hold of Brisbane’s head and there’s a sleeper hold.
SoL: What, Sick Fixx is so afraid of crashing and burning that he now resorts to restholds? What a pussy!
Cyrus: Restholds are not to be underestimated, New Breed. They suck the energy right out of you.
SoL: Not the best-looking way to do it, though.
Cyrus: Whatever.
Sick Fixx has the hold in though Brisbane is struggling to get to a vertical base, but not before managing to roll his die again.
SoL: What the... he had the audacity to make a die roll again?
Cyrus: It’s... part of his game plan? And it seems to be a good roll as he manages to successfully get on his feet, and there’s a dropkick by Brisbane! Fixx is tumbling!
SoL: I’d like to rephrase my previous statement... I don’t know which one I’m going to hate more!
Cyrus: Yes, that is a problem, isn’t it?
SoL: You have no idea!
Cyrus: The two men now trading punches, Brisbane kicks Fixx in the gut, and picks him up for a massive powerbomb! Brisbane goes for the cover, the one, the two, Fixx got the shoulder up!
SoL: Damn!
Cyrus: Looks like you found the solution.
SoL: Yeah but this freak irritates me with his stupid D&D gimmick.
Cyrus: He says it’s not a gimmick, it’s a way of life. There’s a spear by Brisbane! He’s looking to put away Fixx!
SoL: That’s the job description, dumbass!
Cyrus: Brisbane goes for the pin, but Fixx manages to counter into a small package, one, two, kickout!
SoL: That’s a relief, I thought he had it!
Cyrus: It’s funny how you’re saying this not because you’re rooting for Brisbane.
SoL: Says you. I’m being paid to call this bad boy down the middle!
Cyrus: Right. Sick Fixx now moving behind Brisbane and hooks the head, swings with a rolling cutter!
SoL: That looked brutal... if he wants to save himself, he’d better pin “Sir Feyd” now!
Cyrus: It seems he’s waiting for his crowning moment.
Sick Fixx waits for Brisbane to get up as he does slowly. When he finally does, Sick Fixx goes to hit a russian legsweep, but Brisbane manages to counter the move and executes his finisher, the Critical Hit!
Cyrus: There’s the Critical Hit, Brisbane’s finisher! Can he do it, can he pin Sick Fixx? Brisbane makes the pin!
SoL: Pin him, pin him! Pin that damn drug addict!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Cyrus: Brisbane wins!
SoL: Hah, down you go! I told you Fixx was just gonna crash and burn!
Sir Freyd Brisbane: 4.2aps + 0.65avs = 4.85 Sick Fixx: 3.7aps + 0.35avs = 4.05
After the match, Brisbane suddenly begins frisking Fixx.
SoL: What the hell is he doing? Don’t tell me he’s a homo!
Cyrus: I believe... he’s searching Fixx for gold and items.
SoL: Hell, you’ll find nothing on that stoner!
Fixx, realizing that he’s being frisked, suddenly gets up with a horrified look at Brisbane. Brisbane, suddenly realizing the situation, outstretches his hand. Fixx takes it after a while.
Cyrus: And that, New Breed, is sportsmanship. Something you can never be capable of.
SoL: Hell, at least I’m not Sick Fixx. Told you he was gonna lose tonight.
Cyrus: Sick Fixx may have lost this battle tonight but it definitely does not take away from his abilities one bit. He’s out here to reform himself, and he’s on the right track. I’m sure there will be many more opportunities for him to take advantage of and achieve.
SoL: Bullshit.
Cyrus: Typical SoL. Ladies and gentlemen, Sick Fixx has taken center stage on the ring with a microphone, let's hear him out.
Fixx: I won't be long, I just want to thank you all for supporting me during the tough times that I've had after my not-so-good departure from LPW.
SoL: He deserved it!
Cyrus: Shut up, SoL, let the man talk.
Fixx: I signed up for VCW because VCW gave me a new chance. A chance to change. A chance to redeem myself from the hole I dug myself into. And the only way to justify this chance is by winning the VCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd pops.
Fixx: I know it's a long road, longer now that I just lost my qualifier, but like the old adage goes, when there's a will, there's a fucking way!
Crowd pops.
SoL: Oh, god, that was so horribly cheap.
Cyrus: But it's true.
Fixx: I'm prepared to go that lonely road. Maybe I will gain new allies and friends, but definitely I will gain new enemies. I will make a comeback of epic proportions. I have failed once, but that only serves as the proverbial fire under my ass, and a better reason to stand up even taller than before!
Crowd pops and Fixx drops the mic, leaves the ring and heads to the back.
SoL: Bullshit! I still say he's gonna crash and burn!
Cyrus: We may never truly know until we reach that point, SoL! Ladies and gentlemen, we will be back for more VCW action after some words from our sponsors!
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 3, 2008 11:03:21 GMT -5
Cyrus: Lets get back to the action as we get set for out next match which will be a Seraphim Falls Qualifying match.
Sol: What the hell else would the next match be for? A match to settle a long time feud? A tag team championship match? It’s the first show, people aren’t stupid.
Cyrus: I was just…
Sol: Shut up.
Crawling in the Dark by Hoobastank hits as Anon Emus walks down the isle.
Sarah: Ladies and Gentlemen, weighing in at 250 pounds, the Soldier of Misfortune Anoooooon Emuuuus!
The crowd cheers as Anon stands atop the second rope looking on awaiting his opponent.
Cyrus: So Sol, tell me a little bit about the man known as Anon Emus.
Sol: There’s not much for me to tell you about Cyrus. I don’t know much about the guy other than he is here to fight. I don’t know where he’s from, I don’t know where he’s been. Kind of like your wife Cyrus.
Cyrus: Lets stay off wives Sol, then maybe I’ll stay off yours.
Sol: Ohhhh, someone finally came up with a comeback that’s been used a million times, congrats.
The first few bars of Wherever I May Roam by Metallica play as Erich Ahriman begins to walk down the isle.
Sarah: Coming down the isle, from the state of Nevada, weighing in at 236 pounds, Erich Ahhhhrimaaan.
Ahriman walks at a slow pace down the isle with a blank expression on his face never taking his eyes off of Anon Emus. He climbs into the ring, leans on the ropes and waits for the bell to sound.
Cyrus: The bells sounds and this match is underway. Ahriman still has that same look on his face as he did walking to the ring. Both men are circling each other trying to get a feel.
Sol: It’s as if neither man wants to make the first move.
Cyrus: Finally, the combatants lock up. Advantage goes to Ahriman as he locks Emus up in a headlock and continuously knees him in the gut.
Sol: That’s the kind of intensity a guy like Ahriman can bring to VCW. He’s my pick to win this thing.
Cyrus: Ahriman irish whip to Emus who come off the ropes with a big head of steam running right into Ahriman with a shoulder block sending Ahriman to the outside onto the floor.
Sol: Anon Emus, really showing off his power there. He’s my pick to win this thing.
Cyrus: Didn’t you just pick Erich Ahriman?
Sol: …n…no!
Cyrus: Ahriman on the apron now trying to make his way back into the ring, and Emus out of nowhere with a springboard dropkick sending Ahriman right back onto the mat! Emus now with a full head of steam and… suicide dive through the ropes onto Ahriman and to the outside.
Sol: A great showing of pure athletic ability by Emus.
Emus drapes Ahriman over the steal guard rail.
Cyrus: What is Emus doing now?
Sol: It look like he’s trying to get on top of the rail and let drop his opponent who is draped over the rail.
Cyrus: This is gonna be ugly folks but wait, Ahriman regains his composure and sweeps the legs out from under Emus and…
Sol: Oh man, he just busted his nuts right on the steal rail. I don’t know about you Cyrus, but my sperm count would go way down after nutting that hard. My god.
Cyrus: Ahriman now with lefts and rights to the head of Emus. He is definatly taking advantage of the current situation. What is he doing now, Ahriman is setting up for something and… Russian Leg Sweep sending the back of Emus’ head into the guard rail, now he’s just trying to hurt the guy, he doesn’t care about winning, he doesn’t care about the belt. All this guy wants to do is inflict as much pain as possible!!!
Sol: Yeah, isn’t it great? Pain for pleasure Cyrus. Pain for pleasure.
Ahriman picks up Emus and rolls him into the ring.
Cyrus: This one’s got to be over folks. Ahriman with the first pin attempt of this match…one…two…thr…NO! Emus kicked out at two and three quarters.
Sol: Two and three quarters?
Cyrus: Two and three quarters!
Sol: For our slow witted viewers at home, what my partner is trying to say is that the pin was very very close to being a three count.
Cyrus: Thanks for clearing up any confusion.
Sol: Oh hey look, Ahriman changed his expression from emotionless, to frustrated.
Cyrus: …Ok, what is he doing now? Ahriman has his knee on Emus’ throat, he’s trying to choke him out! Get in there ref, do your job!
The referee starts a five count.
One… Two… Three… Four… Fi…
Cyrus: Ahriman takes his knee off the throat of Anon Emus and is now mounted on top throwing lefts and rights to the head of Anon Emus.
Sol: You can just see the pain on the face of Anon Emus. That’s exactly the kind of thing that made me pick Erich Ahriman to win this thing.
Cyrus: He’s wearing a mask.
Sol: Are you always on? Asshole.
Cyrus: Wait what is this? Anon Emus manages to roll up Erich Ahriman with his legs into a pin!
One… Tw…
Cyrus: Ahriman kicks out at one and a half, and is now stalking a groggy Anon Emus. Ahriman is setting up Emus for a suplex. Reversal by Anon Emus right into a devastating Neckbreaker Sweep!
Sol: What a reversal, what makes this guy so good is because he always knows where he is, whether it be inside the ring, or outside on the apron. Which is exactly the reason I picked him to win this match.
Cyrus: Would you be serious, you’re favoring who ever is in control at the moment.
Sol: That is so not true.
Cyrus: I can guarantee you one thing though, and that is that this match would be over right now if Anon Emus where able to capitalize on that devastating maneuver.
Erich Ahriman moves over to the corner to try and regain his composure as Anon Emus begins to rise to his feet.
Cyrus: Anon Emus to his feet, now with a full head of steam, he just clocked Ahriman with a corner dropkick.
Sol: Now that’s using your surroundings.
Cyrus: Indeed. Emus with the cover.
One… Two… Thr…No!
Cyrus: Kickout by Ahriman, this one’s not over yet folks. Anon Emus is stalking his proverbial prey as Ahriman slowly rises to his feet. He’s setting him up for something, this could be huge. OH! Bottoms Up Spear!!!
Sol: He turned upside down in mid air before hitting the spear on Ahriman!!
Cyrus: Emus with the cover this one has to be over.
One… Two… NOOO!!!
Cyrus: Erich Ahriman kicks out once again.
Sol: Yet another reason why I picked Ahriman to win it.
Cyrus: Shut up Sol.
Anon Emus goes to the outside on the apron waiting for Ahriman to rise to his feet.
Cyrus: Erich Ahriman rises to his feet. Now Anon Emus goes for a springboard and, AHRIMAN HITS HIM IN MID AIR WITH A CROOKED ARM LARIOT!!!
Sol: He calls that one the Amor Fati. Don’t ask me what that means because…I don’t know.
One… Two… Three…NOOO!!!!
Cyrus: Anon Emus kicks out at the last split second! These two are pulling out all the stops tonight ladies and gentlemen!
Sol: It’s only a matter of time before Erich Ahriman puts this thing away.
Cyrus: Make up your mind already, this is getting really annoying. Ahriman is now stalking Emus from behind as he rises to his feet. Erich Ahriman now has a Cobra Clutch locked in place.
Sol: He’s got Anon Emus squirming like a fish out of water.
Cyrus: Ah, fish analogy, original.
Sol: Ladies and Gentlemen I have never seen Cyrus with a woman.
Cyrus: C…Can…we just…get back to calling the match please?
Sol: That’s right.
Cyrus: Ahriman has this move locked in tightly, Anon Emus is fading fast, this one could be over within seconds.
Sol: I told you! I told you! Erich Ahriman’s going to do it! Anon Emus is out like a light, all that needs to happen now is for the ref to check him.
The referee goes over to Anon Emus and begins to give him the standard arm check.
One…
Sol: Theres one, I’m telling you Cyrus; Anon Emus is out cold!
Two…
Sol: Erich Ahriman is about to qualify, I picked him at the beginning of this thing and you doubted me!
Thr…
Sol: YES!!!
Cyrus: NO!!! His hand is still up, there is still fight in Anon Emus. This crowd is rallying behind him and he is now back on his feet, but Ahriman still has the Cobra Clutch locked in place.
Sol: It’s still only a matter of time.
Cyrus: Anon Emus is inching closer and closer to the ropes near the turnbuckle, but he is just out of reach. What is this! EMUS, RAISES HIS LEGS IN THE AIR, KICKS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND REVERSES THE SUBMISSION INTO A PIN ATTEMPT!!!!
One… Two… Th…No!!!
Cyrus: Another two count! This is a battle for the ages Sol.
Sol: There is nothing that will keep these two men down, my god. This is exhilarating.
Cyrus: Erich Ahriman’s face has now gone from emotionless, to frustrated, to visibly angry. Where is he going now?
Ahriman goes to the outside, he is now looking under the ring for some kind of weaponry. He pulls out a table that has been rapped in barbed wire. Ahriman then tries to set up the table.
Cyrus: Where the hell did that thing come from!?
Sol: I don’t know but man am I glad to see it!
Cyrus: The ref is trying to talk Ahriman out of setting this thing up, I don’t blame…oh come on!! He just pushed the referee into the guard rail. This man is insane!
Sol: Exactly what I was thinking! I love it!!!
Ahriman heads back inside the ring. He grabs Anon Emus and forces him onto the outside of the apron just above the barbed wire table.
Cyrus: He’s setting Emus up for something, and whatever it is, its going to end in the hospital.
Sol: I know what he’s doing I’ve heard about this. He’s going to finish him off with a move he calls The Sixth Extinction!
Cyrus: Don’t do this!! Wait! Anon Emus is fighting out of it with a fury of right hands to the face of Erich Ahriman! Erich fires back as these two men are trading fists. Anon Emus with a kick to the gun and…NO NO YOU CAN’T OH MY GOD!!! UCD!!! UCD!!! UCD!!! UCD ONTO THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!!! AHRIMAN HAS GOT TO BE SERIOUSLY HURT IF NOT DEAD!!!
Sol: UCD stands for Unknown Cause of Death, but that double underhook piledriver is clearly a cause for something!!
Cyrus: Oh my god, Erich Ahriman is a bloody mess!! I don’t know how these men are still moving after all of this. Anon Emus rolls a seemingly lifeless Erich Ahriman into the ring and goes for the pin!!
… … …
Cyrus: The referee is still knocked out on the outside from Ahriman pushing him into the rail.
Sol: Hey, here comes another ref from the back! Anon Emus is about to win this thing, just like I told all of you!!
One… Two… Th…NOO!!! NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!!
Cyrus: No way!! That is not possible!! Ahriman just kicked out!! These fans can’t believe it!! Anon Emus calmly rises to his feet bringing Ahriman with him, he’s setting Ahriman up for something. PUMPHANDLE DVD!!!
Sol: That move right there is called the Hidden Agenda!!
Cyrus: If he kicks out of this I quit.
One… Two… Three!!
Sol: You saw it here first! Just like I said in the beginning, I picked this guy and what happened?!
Sarah: The winner of this match via pin fall…Anooooon Emus!!!
Anon Emus: 3.9aps + 0.65avs = 4.55 Erich Ahreman: 3.8aps + 0.35avs = 4.15
Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, what a match that was, but the story right now is the aftermath involving one Erich Ahriman.
Sol: Seriously, can we get some medics down here?! He hasn’t moved for quite a bit!
Medics come rushing down the isle to help Erich Ahriman.
Cyrus: We will be right back with you as we get this situation sorted out…what is he doing? Those paramedics are trying to help him and he is fighting them off, how is he even moving? I don’t mean shoving them away he is literally throwing punches at whoever is trying to help him.
Sol: Either he is dumb as hell, or he’s the toughest SOB I’ve ever seen.
Cyrus: Look at the mat Sol, all there is, is red! How is this man standing let alone walking back up the isle on his own two feet!!!
Erich Ahriman walks out of the arena with the same emotionless look on his face as when he entered it.
It is mere minutes after the Ahriman and Anon match and Eric Ahriman is walking backstage, still bearing the mask of blood from his battle. As he walks a voice causes him to halt.
?: Didn’t go exactly as planned, did it?
Ahriman: I know you… you’re…
?: Yes, yes, quite. Now, I have a proposition for you…
Ahriman: I’m listening.
As the two converse in dialogue… the scene fades out.
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 3, 2008 11:04:38 GMT -5
The scene opens backstage, where Johnathan Dunn is standing outside of the General Managers office. He knocks twice on the door before entering. Apparently, there is no-one inside. Dunn enters and looks around the office, spotting the briefcase on the table. He quickly opens it, taking out the VCW World Heavyweight Title and trying it on. At that moment, Craig walks in.
Craig: What the fuck is this?
Dunn: I thought I’d come to make myself clear about a few things.
Craig: Listen up, you piece of crap, no-one barges into my office, rummages through my things and then expects me to listen to them. Hell, I don’t even listen to people who actually DON’T do any of those either.
Dunn: You’ll hear what I have to say.
Craig: I think not Joan… There’s the door.
Dunn put the title down gently, and then suddenly ran at Craig, knocking him against the wall. One of his hands clutched Craig at the neck, holding him slightly off the ground.
Dunn: First off, don’t ever call me a girls name again.
Craig: …
Dunn: Secondly, don’t team me with people that I don’t approve of.
Craig: …
Dunn: Have I made myself perfectly clear.
Craig brought up his knee, bringing it into the midsection of Dunn. As the man let go of the grip, Craig gasped for air and suddenly charged at him. At that moment, a ton of security guards came running in, holding the two apart.
Craig: Escort this fucking lunatic out of here.
Dunn still seems irate, as the security leads him out.
Craig: Don’t you ever try to pull this shit again. You’ll be sorry.
Dunn: We’ll see.
The scene fades out.
Sol: Some words being exchanged between Craig and Dunn there. Also, Wow…I…I don’t think anything can top that last match.
Cyrus: I still can’t believe those men walked out of here.
Requiem for a Dream by Clint Mansell begins and the arena turns a shade of deep red. Once the drums kick in with the violins Cain makes his way from the backstage area. His head lowered and his wet hair dangles hiding his face. He slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp, ignoring the crowd around him. He somberly walks up the entrance stairs and ducks into the ring between the top and middle ropes. Just as he enters the ring the pace of the music quickens and he moves to the far turnbuckle. Cain hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckles. Then the large downbeat hits and a single spotlight shines down upon Cain from the rafters. He outstretches his arms and tilts his head back as if sacrificing himself to the Lord above. His music slowly fades and he hops off the turnbuckle.
Sarah: Standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall, weighing in at 210 pounds, Cain RRRRRRRAVIIIIID!!!!
Sol: This guy is all serious. There is nothing more than he wants then to be champion. I talked to him before the show, and I asked him what he thinks of his opponent tonight. His reply? He looked at me and walked away. I like this guy.
Reptilla by The Strokes blares over the speakers
Sol: This guy though…not so much.
Cyrus: What’s wrong with him?
Sol: …
Lights go out and are lit by white strobe as guitar fades in, lights shoot on and streamers shoot out in an arc over entrance way as he walks out.
Sarah: Coming down the isle, from The Metropolis, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall, weighing 365 pounds. He is the man, they myth, the legend…he is FYYYYTOOOOR!!!
Sol: He has to be the most ridiculous…he’s not going to do anything!
Cyrus: Someone has been using their jump to conclusions mat today.
Sol: (holds hand in front of microphone) Jump to conclusions mat?
Cyrus: Alright, there’s the bell, this match in underway.
Fytor stands in the middle of the ring with his hands on his hips and his chest stretched fully out. The super hero stance.
Cyrus: It looks like he’s challenging Cain Ravid to make the first move.
Sol: That is definatly not a good decision by Fytor.
Cyrus: Cain off the ropes for a clothesline…CONNECTS! Fytor does not move! Cain off the ropes again this time for a shoulder block…CONNECTS!! And again Fytor remains standing in the middle of the ring. Ravid one more time off the ropes this time he stops just before Fytor and…OHHH LOWBLOW by Ravid.
Sol: That’s a smart move by Ravid. Like I always say, when in doubt… kick him in the junk.
Cyrus: I’ve never heard you say that.
Sol: Always!
Cyrus: Now the action has moved to the corner of the ring as Ravid climbs to the middle rope. I think he’s looking for a combination of punches right here…maybe ten in a row?
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...
Cyrus: Fytor shoves Ravid off of him after 7 consecutive punches to the head…and he doesn’t look fazed by them at all as he is now standing again with his chest out!!!
Sol: I think he’s calling for Ravid to give him some chops! I love this guy!
Cyrus: Didn’t you just go on about how he was sooo ridiculous?
Sol: Cyrus.
Cyrus: Yes?
Sol: GO. TO. HELL.
Cyrus: Back to the action as Ravid now walks over to Fytor and he winds up for a big chop!
Crowd: WOOOOOO!!!!
Cyrus: My goodness you could hear that from a mile, or meter, away!! Another!
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!!
Cyrus: Another one and Fytor is still standing there, now Ravid is….ravid and he is now continuously chopping Fytor in the chest all doing little to no damage!
Sol: Look at what is going on! Anyone could see this clear as day! Fytor is letting Ravid give him all that he’s got and Ravid is getting tired!! It’s the oldest trick in the book!
Cyrus: It may be the oldest but its also one of the smartest ones too! Look at this, Ravid is becoming a little groggy! Fytor now leaps out of nowhere with a thunderous Clothesline!!! And now he sticks one foot on Ravid and does the same pose he has been doing all match!
Sol: I hope he doesn’t expect that to finish Ravid off.
One… Tw..
Cyrus: Kickout by Ravid at only one and a half. Fytor now lifting up Ravid…Irish Whip into the ropes. Fytor attempts another clothesline but Ravid ducks. Rebound off of the other side and Ravid gets caught in a HUGE Sidewalk Slam by Fytor!
Sol: Did you hear the mat? Pure power in that move.
One… Two… Th…
Cyrus: Another kickout by Ravid, looks like he’s one of those guys with “no quit in them.”
Sol: Could you be any gayer?
Cyrus: Fytor with an Irish whip on Ravid into the corner followed by a rib breaking Running knee lift!! And Ravid collapses in the corner. Fytor backs away, posing once more and he runs towards Ravid, but Ravid moves out of the way sending Fytor crashing his chest into the turnbuckle.
Sol: That’s one way to slow down a superhero.
Cyrus: And here’s another as Fytor now backs away from the turnbuckle still shaking the cobwebs out of his head Ravid is setting up for something. Ravid jumps at Fytor and….Tornado DDT onto Fytor and this is the first time we’ve seen this man on the mat!!! One… Two…
Cyrus: Fytor throws Ravid off of him after just two!!
Sol: I guess we know who wins in terms of pure power.
Cyrus: Sol, we’ve known that for a while. Fytor now quickly back to his feet…he has such a high pain tollerance!
Sol: If Ravid really wants to win this thing he needs to keep Fytor on the ground! Come get a chair man!!!
Cyrus: Ravid runs towards Fytor and runs straight into a Big Boot!!!
Sol: Oh my god I swear I just saw one of his teeth fly out of his mouth!!!
Cyrus: Fytor rebounds off the ropes and… HUGE LEGDROP to Ravid!!!
One… Two…
Cyrus: Kickout!!
Sol: Come on, everyone knows there is only one guy that can pin someone after a leg drop.
Cyrus: Who?
Sol: …
Cyrus: Fytor grabs Ravid by the hair and he is now setting Ravid up for what looks to be a Samoan Drop…reversal by Ravid and he hits Fytor with a Russian Leg Sweep…and now he is turning it into an STF!!!
Sol: That’s a little thing he calls Betrayal!!! He did that way too close to the ropes though because Fytor is already grabbing the bottom rope.
Cyrus: But of course he has until the referee’s five count to release it.
1... 2... 3... 4...
Cyrus: The referee pulls Ravid off of Fytor who is pulling himself up from the ropes.
Sol: Ravid just can’t seem to keep this guy off his feet.
Cyrus: Well he is a super hero. Now Fytor is up in the middle of the ring, Ravid charges. Fytor ducks…Samoan Drop by Fytor landing with all of his weight on Cain Ravid!!!
One… Two… Thr…
Cyrus: Kickout!!! This one is not over yet!
Sol: Ravid has Fytor just where he wants him.
Cyrus: Are you serious? Fytor now with Ravid. He has Ravid set up for what looks to be a Powerbomb!!
Sol: I think he’s trying to finish this one off. He calls this one Liquid Justice. Up he goes!!
Cyrus: Wait!! Ravid uses his momentum to get off of Fytor’s shoulders…A DROPKICK BY RAVID HAS THE BIG MAN REALING!!! Ravid off the ropes…HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY RAVID AND FYTOR IS NOW A LITTLE MORE GROGGY!!! Ravid off the ropes again…FACEBUSTER AND FYTOR IS FINALLY KNOCKED DOWN!!
Sol: He took Fytor down earlier with a leg sweep but this is the first time that Fytor has been physically taking off of his feet by Cain Ravid who is now climbing the ropes!
Cyrus: He’s looking for something huge here with Fytor about three quarters across the ring. Ravid leaps…OH MY GOD!!! SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP ONTO FYTOR I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT IN MY LIFE!!!!
Sol: I TOLD YOU CYRUS I TOLD YOU RAVID HAD HIM RIGHT WHERE HE WANTED HIM ALL THAT’S LEFT NOW IS THE CELEBRATION!!!!
One… Two… Thr
Cyrus: NO!! Fytor kicks out, Fytor kicks out!!!
Sol: Cyrus this is one hell of a fight right here.
Cyrus: That it is, Sol. Ravid can't believe it, and neither can I. Ravid up here, and Fytor up as well.
Sol: Ravid grabs Fytor, an Irish whip attempt. Blocked, and Ravid gets pulled back into a huge clothesline by Fytor. Cover!!!
One... Two... Th...
Cyrus: Kickout by Ravid! These two men can't have much left.
Sol: Fytor not wasting any time, and he pulls Ravid to his feet. Pumphandle by Fytor now, he's going for the Dark City Driver!
Cyrus: No! He powers out of it! A quick poke to the eyes of Fytor has the Super Hero reeling. He spins him around, tucks the head under his arm, hooks the leg, and a Fisherman's Suplex sends the big man flying.
Sol: An impressive feet of strength sending the 365 lb man over him like that. Cover!
One... Two...
Cyrus: Kickout at only two. What's it going to take to put the big man down?
Sol: Kyrptonite.
Cyrus: That's Superman, moron.
Sol: Same thing.
Cyrus: Ugh. Anyways, Fytor up almost as quickly as he was put down, and Ravid still can't figure out a way to cope with the big man. Fytor takes hold of Ravid and whips him sharply across the ring. He comes back... no! He holds on to the ropes! Fytor charging at him now. Ravid ducks, pulling the ropes with him. Fytor takes a tumble to the floor.
Sol: Ravid takes a second to regain his bearings while Fytor gets up. Slingshot crossbody block by Ravid. The ref begins his count as Ravid contemplates what to do next.
One... Two...
Cyrus: Ravid picking Fytor up, Leg Drop Bulldog onto the mat. Ravid rolls in and the count continues.
Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight...
Sol: ...And Fytor rolls in. Ravid laying the boots to him immeadiately. Quick cover!
One... Two... Thr...
Cyrus: Last second kickout. Cain feels like he has this match in hand. He's motioning for Fytor to get up. Fytor stumbles to his feet, throwing a random punch at Cain. Cain ducks, moves to the side and a Russian Leg Sweep.
Sol: And here comes the STF! Ravid has the Betrayal locked on in the middle of the ring. Fytor has no where to go! He taps! He taps!
Sarah: The winner of this match as the result of a submission, moving on in the Seraphim Falls Tournament, CAIN RAAAAAAAAAAAAVID!!! Cain Ravid: 4.0 aps + 0.55avs = 4.55 Fytor: 3.9 aps + 0.45avs = 4.35
We fade into a scene, with Johnathan Dunn pacing nervously to and fro, waiting for his partner Sam & Max to show up.
Dunn: Where the god damn fuck is my partner? If I lose because he no-shows, I’ll god damn break both of his necks!
Max: How perfectly vulgar!
Dunn: Finally! What took you so long?
Sam: We would’ve been here earlier, but Max over here was getting us into some trouble with some of the security guards.
Max: What? He deserved it!
Sam: You told him he smelled like horse manure!
Max: Well, it was true!
Dunn: Quit your yappering! We need to be focused going into this match!
Ribz: Won’t help you much, I must say.
13: Not at all. We’re not going to lose.
Dunn: Look at what the god-damn-shit-storm dragged in.
Ribz: We’re the future of tag teams in VCW.
Max: That’s a good spirit!
Sam and Johnathan both stare at Sam.
Max: What? They’ve got confidence. Can’t put a man down for having confidence.
13 and Ribz entrance music plays as they walk out towards the entrance ramp. Johnathan Dunn gives S & M one final glance.
Dunn: Don’t mess this up for us!
Sam: I wouldn’t dream of it.
Max: Certainly not. It would make for a very dull dream, after all.
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 3, 2008 11:10:05 GMT -5
Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, this following contest is a Seraphim Falls Tournament Qualifier Tag Team match and it is our Main Event! Introducing first, the team of… Riiibz and 13!
“Korn – Killing” hits, as both 13 and Ribz make their way out. They ignore the crowd, heading straight towards the ring. Both men seem extremely focused, as they wait for their opponents to come out.
Sarah: Introducing next, they are the team of Sam & Max and Johnathan Dunn!
A blend of The Darkness - "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" and Massive Attack - "Teardrop" starts playing as Sam & Max and Johnathan Dunn walk out. The two hardly look at each other , as they approach the ring and get in. Immediately Dunn shuns away Sam & Max, indicating that he would start the match.
SoL: This sure looks like a dysfunctional team… Seems like Dunn and Ribz will start this thing off.
Cyrus: This match is underway! Johnathan Dunn and Ribz locking up in the middle of the ring! Snapmare takedown by Dunn! Dunn immediately ramming his knee into Ribz back! Then the other one! Barrage of knees to the back of the fallen man! And now Ribz’ face being rammed into the floor with a headscissors leg drop!
SoL: Dunn really showing some intensity here in the early moments of the match! Just hope he can keep his temper in check.
Cyrus: As Ribz gets up, Dunn races forward and picks him up. He’s going for a spinebuster. But Ribz brings his hands together, slapping Dunn across the ears. The Predator is forced to let go!
SoL: Yeah, and it seems he’s reversing the tables here. He’s picking up Dunn himself and nailing a spinebuster!
Cyrus: Immediately Ribz goes forward and slaps a sleeperhold on Dunn. He’s not wasting any time. Dunn is still fresh, though, he’s battling up with elbow hold after elbow hold to Ribz’ midsection! Dunn up to one knee, now into a standing position! Grabbing hold of Ribz’ head, he nails a jawbreaker by jumping down!
SoL: But Ribz immediately, runs in with a clothesline, knocking Dunn to the ground once more!
Cyrus: This time Ribz is going for an ankle-lock! This man really loves his submissions!
SoL: It certainly is unusual. Normally, the big men don’t go for submissions, they focus more on their power. But Ribz seems to be a master at both. Look at the agony on Dunn’s face! I love it!
Cyrus: Yeah, you would. Dunn is now struggling to get out of the hold. He’s pulling himself up onto one arm… and now onto both… Dunn just vaulted himself into a roll, causing him to throw Ribz over head towards the floor!
SoL: As Ribz comes back, Dunn jumps up and delivers a standing dropkick! Ribz gets up and meets another one! And then a third! Ribz is up for the forth time and Dunn is running… standing crossbody!
Cyrus: Dunn seems really calculative at the moment. He’s measuring up Ribz, and he’s jumping! Will we see a Hurricanrana…
SoL: I knew that wouldn’t work! Look, Ribz caught him and is holding on here. He’s pulling Dunn back up! Sit down powerbomb!
Cyrus: Holy crap! I think Dunn has to be knocked out! Pinfall attempt number 1 in this match!
1…
NO!
SoL: A kickout at one, hey? I think that Dunn’s brain is so fried he doesn’t even realize when to call it quits or not.
Cyrus: Stop insulting the competitors! Dunn just showed amazing resilience. Wait… look at Ribz signalling! I think he wants to go for the Ribz lock! He’s waiting for Dunn! And there, he’s trying to lock it in!
SoL: But Dunn is struggling wildly! The referee walks around to check on him and… would you look at that!
Cyrus: Dunn just threw back one of his legs, nailing Ribz in his private area! Ribz releasing the hold! He’s going towards the turnbuckle! Yes, Sam & Max has just been tagged in.
SoL: Oh the horror! Look at that thing! Whoever said two heads are better than one certainly never met this abomination!
Cyrus: Sam & Max and Ribz grabbing hold of Ribz and irish whipping him across the ring! As Ribz comes back, S & M nails a pancake! As Ribz stumbles up, S & M pulls him in for a bearhug, holding him for a few seconds before tossing him down with a front slam!
SoL: S & M is a big man himself! With Ribz already having been worn down by Dunn, S & M is running amock!
Cyrus: Now S & M with a big boot to Ribz sending the man down! Look, is that Max, he’s shouting something! The two heads are arguing over which move to perform next!
SoL: In all my days I’ve never seen anything like this. Ever.
Cyrus: Ribz noticing his moment and rolling towards the corner! 13 is tagged in!
SoL: 13 charges at Sam & Max, knocking him off his feet! Immediately he goes for an elbow drop and connects!
Cyrus: Now, as 13 is getting up once more, he’s trying for a legdrop here! 320 pound legdrop… NO! Sam & Max rolled out of the way! Both Ribz and S & M getting up and sizing each other up! Both are set on a collision course! BAM!
SoL: Both men have just run into each other, and neither move and inch! They’re trying for it again… and once again they collide without either of them falling! Third time now, but Sam & Max ducking under! As he bounces off the ropes, he jumps with a shoulder tackle, sending 13 down!
Cyrus: Now Sam & Max sending 13 crashing towards the corner post with an irish whip! As the goliath crashes into it, Sam & Max comes in with a clothesline. He then proceeds to throw 13 towards the opposite turnbuckle! And he’s charging in once again!
SoL: But 13 was ready for him! 13 running forward and planting the two headed man with a spear!
Cyrus: 13 is getting up and pulling one of the heads up with him! If I’m not mistaken, that’s Max! Reverse DDT! He just planted him!
SoL: What the fuck? Sam was planted, but obviously Max isn’t affected because he’s laughing!
Cyrus: 13 pulling up Max’s head this time! He’s trying for a second reverse DDT! Wait, S & M grabbing his arm and spinning him around! Oh my god! He’s trying… he’s trying to pick him up! And there has it! Sam & Max holding 13 suspended in the air! Military press slam!
SoL: Good god, the entire ring just shook!
Cyrus: The Siamese Twin is posing for the crowd! He’s going back and unloading with Choplike manoeuvres to 13! But wait, 13 is fighting up, and pulling Sam & Max onto his back! He’s picking him up! Both of these competitors have shown amazing power!
SoL: What’s he going to do here? They might have to re-enforce those ropes! I don’t like the look of this!
Cyrus: SAMOAN DROP! What a huge Samoan Drop by 13 on the twins! 13 going for the cover!
1…
NO!
SoL: Once again the resilience showing. None of these men want to lose and have themselves and their partner taken out of the Seraphim Falls tournament!
Cyrus: Certainly not! 13 heading for the corner and tags Ribz back in!
SoL: Here comes Ribz and it appears he’s going to go for some kind of kick… but Sam & Max dodges! He’s struggling towards the corner rope, with Ribz in pursuit! Tag made!
Cyrus: Dunn is back in this match! Dunn runs at Ribz and kicks out… but Ribz caught his foot! Dunn with an ensuiguri! He immediately nails a dropkick, and running behind the opponent, snaps his head forward with a bulldog!
SoL: Dunn seems on fire right now!
Cyrus: As Ribz gets up, Dunn goes to the top rope! He leaps off for a crossbody… but Ribz caught him!
SoL: Ribz is hoisting him up! Fall away slam!
Cyrus: He’s picking up Dunn and grabbing his arm! As he wrenches The Predator of VCW forward, Ribz hits him with a clothesline which sends Dunn spinning forward onto the canvas! Another pinfall attempt!
1…
2…
NO!
Cyrus: Again, Dunn showing that resilience.
SoL: He’s outsized, though. How long can he keep this up?
Cyrus: I’m not sure! Ribz seems to have evil intentions for him yet again, as he forces Dunn to his feet.
SoL: But Dunn slapping away his arms! Standing hurricanrana!!! And this time, Dunn is successful!
Cyrus: As he gets up, he runs towards the opponents turnbuckle… and knocks 13 off the apron! Dunn bounces off the ropes… but look! Sam & Max got the tag in! Dunn hasn’t noticed!
SoL: As Dunn charges at Ribz, the figure suddenly lifts him up! Must be for some kind of high impact move! But Sam & Max is charging in, pulling his partner back to the ground!
Cyrus: Two Heads Are Better Than One! Two Heads Are Better Than One connects!
SoL: Well that certainly doesn’t roll off the tongue.
Cyrus: Sam & Max going for the pinfall!
1…
2…
3!
Sarah: Ladies and Gentleman, here are your winners of the match via pinfall… Sam & Max and Johnathan Dunn! Sam & Max & John Dunn: 4.13 aps + 3.98 aps + 0.55 avs = 8.66 Total 13 & Ribz: 3.93 + 3.80 aps + 0.50 avs = 8.23 Total[/i]
SoL: I can’t believe those two won this thing!
Cyrus: But they did! Look, Dunn is approaching the Siamese Twin. They’re staring off, head to… well, heads!
SoL: Doesn’t seem like they can function well togeth… SHIT
As SoL is still talking, an explosion of white light occurs. Everyone is blinded momentarily by it, but the thin outlines of two figures can be seen running towards the ring.
Cyrus: What the hell? What’s happening.
SoL: It appears that two men are attacking the victorious team!
Cyrus: That’s… That’s Exodus! And Eric Ahriman! They’re going to town with a crowbar and steel-chairs on the fallen Sam & Max and Johnathun Dunn!
”Craig” by Stephen Lynch suddenly hits, as General Manager Craig Christ makes his way down to the ring, with a microphone in hand.
Craig: You see what happens when you mess with someone who’s higher up on the foodchain than you are, Johnathan? You see what happens when you think you can do what you want?
Craig gets into the ring and nods towards Ahriman and Exodus for having taken out the two men.
Craig: You see, you guys were in the Main Event here… but Craig fucking Christ is the only Main Event of this company! I’m hoping that through this, I can send a message to all you superstars in the back. Don’t cross the boss!
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos.
Craig: I bet you people are hoping for an explanation as to why these two men are with me here. I’ll give you one – They were hungry for opportunities, and what better way to get ahead than to side with the most powerful man in here. Oh, dispose of these two carcases!
Ahriman and Exodus again start attacking the two fallen figures, when somebody suddenly burst through the entrance ramp and heads towards the ring.
Cyrus: It’s Romeo McCoy! He and Craig had words tonight!
SoL: I don’t think this is a particularly smart move by Romeo here. I mean, he’s outnumbered three to one!
Romeo gets into the ring and immediately starts swinging fists at Craig. He beats the General Manger back into the turnbuckle and continues to hail down the punches. Finally, Exodus swings the chair at him and knocks him out.
Craig: You have just signed your Death warrant, Mr. McCoy! Take care of him!
Cyrus: This isn’t right! Anyway folks, we’re out of time here! See you next time on VCW!
SoL: You might not be seeing any of these three in the ring, though. This is VCW signing out!
The show fades out as Craig Christ, Exodus and Eric Ahriman continue to further damage the three men in the ring.
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 3, 2008 11:13:03 GMT -5
Sorry about that delay folks. Entirely my fault. I think Romeo should post the next one, he's reliable and all. A Major thanks to my staff, co-owner Romeo and all of you! This show could not have materialized without the extraordinary efforts from each and every one of you!
Now, this is our first show. If you have problems with it, lay it down for us here. I want to hear them and I want them publically displayed, so that we know what we're doing wrong and how to do it better in the future. Thanks!
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Post by Sam & Max on Mar 3, 2008 12:28:27 GMT -5
Max: What the Christ, Christ? I didn't cross the boss. I didn't cross the boss at all!
Sam: I don't think he really cares...
Max: But... my moment of glory! Ruined! I was going to do a victory lap! Take pictures! Get that ring announcer's phone number!
Sam: You know, I think we've got more important things to worry about. Like medically unsafe levels of blood loss.
Max: 's probably fine. Anyway, Christ, you'd better give us one of your hired goons next to beat up next week; I don't like being made to like like a weakling in front of my numerous and sexy fans!
OOC: Great stuff, seriously. VCW's very first show, and I'm amazed at how polished and professional it looks already. Two very minor points to make:
1) It's SoL, not Sol as was written in a couple of matches. Stands for 'Shit outta Luck', if I remember rightly.
2) Felt a tiny bit light on segments. If you were doing the same show again, maybe a decent-length interview with GM Christ outlining his vision before the ME would've been prudent.
So let's see... we've got
Noisewater King Exodus Ares Best Phoenix Brisbane Ehmus Ravid Dunn Sam & Max
left in this thing. Pretty close field, it'll be very interesting to see where things go from here.
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Post by Ro on Mar 3, 2008 16:35:41 GMT -5
Thanks. Well, the newbs here haven't really heard ofthe New Breed, and I didn't have the willpower to go about the whole thing and capitalizing every uncapitalized L. New card will be posted later tonight, it's pretty late as it is.
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Cain Ravid
Lower Midcarder
"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
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Post by Cain Ravid on Mar 3, 2008 19:58:26 GMT -5
IC: Cain : Fytor was the first victim of The List. Now I'm sure the questions circulating amongst the ranks are:
Who will be next? Will it be you? Can Cain be stopped? Cain shakes his head nonchalantly with a chuckle. This motion sends his black curly locks of hair falling over his face. He stops the small quips of laughter and pushes the his hair from his face.Cain : Please, allow me to be the one to answer all of your questions.
Everyone. Probably. No. ------------------- OOC: Great show, well done to all the writers and such. I do agree with S&M that maybe the segments could have been fleshed out more or maybe had more of them but I can understand that it's some what hard to do that when there's really no feuds established yet. Looking forward to the next card!
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Post by Ciaran Kennedy on Mar 3, 2008 21:14:40 GMT -5
Great first show guys! Well in!
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Mar 3, 2008 23:48:36 GMT -5
IC: This show was good, but it was lacking something great. It's lacking Great Nodnarb. I am Great Nodnarb and I am GREAT!!!
OOC: GREAT show!!! It was better than good.
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Post by The Pyro on Mar 4, 2008 2:16:23 GMT -5
Finally got through reading the whole thing. Awesome show. Loved the segments, and the matches were good fun too.
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RaTo
Developmental Talent
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Post by RaTo on Mar 4, 2008 8:37:53 GMT -5
Very Good show everyone! Tremendous start for this E-Fed, the quality surprised me a bit. The Seraphin Falls Tournament is going to be close!
On to 1.2!!!
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Mar 4, 2008 9:51:40 GMT -5
Feyd sat on the bench in front of his locker, a can of polish next to him. In one hand, he held a patch of steel wool. In his other, his pewter twenty-sided die. He ran the cloth over his die, buffing out the nics and scratches from rolling it during his first match.
The door opened violently, revealing Mr. Craig Christ. He cast a glare at the workers, and stepped into the lockeroom, tailed by his entourage of sychophants.
He forced a smile, and it almost looked genuine. "Well, I'd like to say congratulations for a great first show..." Obviously strained, he reverted back to his gruff demeanor, "But that would be a lie. This show was a fucking embarassment. You assholes dont know how to sell. What do you think this is, some backyard wrestling federation?!"
His piercing gaze ran over the workers, disgusted. "We've got a retarded boxer. Who the fuck let him sign up? An upstart amateur who thinks he's hot shit! Ares, anytime you want, I'll gladly step into the ring with you and show you how much of a worthless fucking worm you are!."
His gaze fell upon Feyd. "And you! How the fuck does a shitforbrains like you win a match?! You rolled a fucking die while you were in a submission! Do we need to roll initiative, or should I just fire your ass?"
He continued, "I'm fed up with you pathetic wastes of space. The fact that you motherfuckers beat out six million other sperm amazes me. You sicken me!"
He stormed out, attempting to slam the door, to to no avail, as the hydraulic door closer slowed it. Havin expected a satisfying crack on the door in the jamb, he turned back, seething. He kicked the door, denting it and stormed off.
Feyd turned back to his die, sighing, "How else was I supposed to make a strength check?"
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cc
Developmental Talent
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Post by cc on Mar 4, 2008 11:18:39 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome show guys, I cant wait for 1.2 which will be even better.
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Mr. Thomas Hookton
Lower Midcarder
If Heaven Rides Against Us, Then Gods Be Damned
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Post by Mr. Thomas Hookton on Mar 4, 2008 18:02:06 GMT -5
Awesome first show guys, kudos to all the participants and writers.
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Austin
Lower Midcarder
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Post by Austin on Mar 4, 2008 18:50:40 GMT -5
Hell of a show, I hope 1.2 is as good, but more on time than 1.1. But, that's no one's fault.
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Post by sickfixx on Mar 4, 2008 19:38:59 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks to whoever wrote my match and didn't bury my loss as the old people at PWA/LPW would have before I got some reasonable control. Before I joined the staff, they would have immediately followed a match loss with 'Let's go to the back now' and basically minimized my efforts. The show has only just started, so it looks small now, but after about a year, when it has some history behind it, I believe it will be just as good as LPW and better than FMW.
IC: Feyd, you have no idea how God has smiled upon you this day. With my last run, I went undefeated for a year. You got me. But it had nothing to do with your dice roll. You were the better man this night. I admit, my ring rust could have caused tetanus out there tonight. But I'm going to get a little better each time, rediscover my craft. And this time, I'll be undefeated for two years, not just one. I am humbled to be a part of this experience. Greatness takes time.
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Exodus
Lower Midcarder
A mystery wrapped within an enigma
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Post by Exodus on Mar 4, 2008 19:55:31 GMT -5
Words as hollow as the God you worship. I remember a day so, so long ago when men of God had to be pushed and prodded into sin with all of one's might, yet you are already so eager to backhandedly compliment anyone who will listen to your inane ramblings. You're a pitiful excuse of a devil in saint's clothing, a sinful monster parading around as a holy man.
I've seen your kind, I've consorted with them, relished in their sin to indulge my dark side, and then annihilated them just as quickly as I met them because they are a plague to the the world I will one day control. God may indeed smile on you Mr. Fixx because you are just like Him, a liar who looks out for Himself at all times. Too bad just like God, you shall fall at my feet like all others here and everywhere shall.
Greatness does indeed take time...and time is nearly up.
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Post by Ro on Mar 5, 2008 0:48:20 GMT -5
Hell of a show, I hope 1.2 is as good, but more on time than 1.1. But, that's no one's fault. Actually that was Craig's (here I am again ) but that was only because he erased the main event by accident. I kid, I kid. But he really did do it. Fixx, we're not running this show to bury people who put in effort. So keep 'em coming and eventually you will return to your winning form. IC: Like I said before, there is no God. What kind of God would let me live with a pain like this? People place their faith in a mythical deity because they feel that they are inadequate to steer their own destiny. And in saying that, give me a match, damn it!
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Post by Craig Christ on Mar 5, 2008 1:27:04 GMT -5
IC: Like I said before, there is no God. What kind of God would let me live with a pain like this? This God.
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Post by Mortus on Mar 5, 2008 10:56:05 GMT -5
Mother-fucking-whiney-bitch-ass-Christ.
I swear to my phantom-fucking-left-nut I'm going to kick the ever-loving-shit outta you guys,
Hear me Mister G-Wank-Hole-M?
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Post by Eric Ares on Mar 5, 2008 11:31:36 GMT -5
OOC: Great show, I loves the way Ares was portrayed.
IC: If I could kick a baby for every time your stringed insults didn't make sense the population of China would be gone in a generation.
Seriously, saying shit like Fuck-Ass-Raped-Monkey-Loving-In-My-Taint or whatever the fuck your into does not make you cool, it makes you retarded. And I am fairly certain I have cornered the market on beating retards.
Sincerely, Eric Ares - Retard Slayer.
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Post by Mortus on Mar 5, 2008 11:56:50 GMT -5
OOC: I thought you might like the way the match was written.
For fucks sake. I don't give two glory-holes what you fucking think. Jesus-tit-wanking-Christ.
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Post by Eric Ares on Mar 5, 2008 12:02:27 GMT -5
I get it.
Glory Holes! Tit Wanking!
These are all things that actual men can do. But you can't because your tickler is out of batteries. You don't actually want to say these things, you have tourettes for all the things you can't do.
It's okay, with modern science some day they will bring your waiting time down the from thirty minutes the pill makes you wait while the girl you were interested in goes off to play pole hockey with a guy who doesn't have a waiting period.
Just hold on champ, remember suicide is the answer.
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Exodus
Lower Midcarder
A mystery wrapped within an enigma
Posts: 112
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Post by Exodus on Mar 5, 2008 13:06:38 GMT -5
Mother-fucking-whiney-bitch-ass-Christ. I swear to my phantom-fucking-left-nut I'm going to kick the ever-loving-shit outta you guys, Hear me Mister G-Wank-Hole-M? Awwww, the foul mouth is angry; is that not just so cute? You are nothing more then the means to an end Mr. Dunn, a worthless flesh bag between me and Heaven. Mr. Christ offered my master an opportunity and he accepted, thus we were to make a statement against you and the freak of nature, a freak created by sin; the same sin that empowers your hateful tongue. Sin I will forcefully remove from every pore in your body. As for Romeo, you ask about God; why would He do that to you. Well, God is a vengeful and evil bastard who punishes others for His pleasure. Do you think every soul on this Earth was guilty when the rains came for the flood? Every last one of them? Or do you think He simply felt like starting over and let Noah live so He would not go through all the trouble of having to create Man again? Which seems more likely considering your eternal suffering? Do not fret Mr. McCoy, once I am the Almighty I will alleviate your eternal suffering, I will put you out of your misery permanently for I will be a kind God like that.
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Post by Mortus on Mar 5, 2008 13:16:31 GMT -5
Mother-fucking-whiney-bitch-ass-Christ. I swear to my phantom-fucking-left-nut I'm going to kick the ever-loving-shit outta you guys, Hear me Mister G-Wank-Hole-M? Awwww, the foul mouth is angry; is that not just so cute? You are nothing more then the means to an end Mr. Dunn, a worthless flesh bag between me and Heaven. Mr. Christ offered my master an opportunity and he accepted, thus we were to make a statement against you and the freak of nature, a freak created by sin; the same sin that empowers your hateful tongue. Sin I will forcefully remove from every pore in your body. Sonny-Jim, that's all well and fucking good. But when your brother is the fucking LICH KING. THAT'S LORD OF THE DEAD, FEAR IN-FUCKING-CARNATE, you hear worse threats than this simply over who gets to control the fucking TV remote. Your shit you're running here, yeah, it's just as pathetic as the shit that my Brother's running over at Foxes May Weep. The only difference is he's meant to be some sort of Zombie thing, you're claiming to be a pretty-boy in a fucking skirt. Zombies > Angels on the cool-o-meter. Forgive me for not shaking in my fucking army issue boots. Besides; I am without Sin. And you stole a right of mine, Anal-of-Wrath. It is I who was to cast the first fucking stone. And one day, I think I'll have to take my retri-fucking-bution, you fucking-flower.
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