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Post by Craig Christ on Apr 3, 2008 8:30:00 GMT -5
The opening video package accompanied by the VCW Live theme song "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach plays, eventually fading into the VCW logo. The show is on! “Craig” by Stephen Lynch hits as Craig Christ walks out to the ring, accompanied by Erich Ahreman and Exodus. The crowd boos emphatically as the General Manager and his trio enter. Grabbing a microphone, Craig smiles at the crowd.
Craig: Ah, the events of VCW 1.1 are probably still fresh in all of your minds. My supreme leadership skills culminated in one thing that night: Total destruction of my opposition.
The crowd boos and several cups are thrown at the ring.
Craig: Hey, hey, don’t blame me! Blame the opposition for actually thinking about opposing. I think I’ve dissipated any such thoughts from their minds, so that VCW will be a better place. Yes, I sent a clear message: Join Craig or join the unemployment line. Sam & Max, Romeo McCoy and John Dunn all learned that lesson the hard way. But, enough about me. I’m now giving the microphone to my two colleagues over here. Exodus and Ahreman. You people want an explanation as to why they would join me? Well, let’s give you one.
Craig hands the microphone over to Erich Ahreman, who glares at the crowd.
Erich: It was quite simple, really. Craig is an egomaniacal, self-centred, narcissistic bastard.
The crowd cheers, but Erich raises up his hand.
Erich: However, it’s pretty clear that he’s the egomaniacal, self-centred, narcissistic bastard who RUNS THIS PLACE. He’s offered me opportunities at titles and other such things that I would have had to work quite hard for on an equal playing field.
Craig: How about you Exodus? Why did you join me?
Exodus remains silent, glancing up at Craig.
Exodus: Because the master commanded it.
Craig: Intelligent master. Tonight, we once again run this company with an iron grip that cannot be stopped. So help me god, I do love totalitarian oppression. Oh, one more thing!
Craig: We mentioned something about a Wildcard stipulation to this whole ballyhooed tournament. Y'all want to know what that is?
The crowd cheer.
Craig: Yeah, yeah. After this show, all you idio... I mean, "fans" can log on at VCW.com and vote for ANYONE who has been eliminated from the Seraphim Falls Tournament and give them a second chance at life!
The crowd cheer even further.
Craig: Yeah, that's pretty much it, bitches. Where were we? Oh yes, company in iron grip. Let's go, boys!
Craig throws down the microphone as the three of them exit.Cyrus: The Wildcard! I'm excited, SoL! Who would you like to see back? SoL: Honestly? Me. Cyrus: Thought so. Bastard. Sarah is now in the middle of the ring.Sarah: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, special guest announcer, Magnum! Chiodos - "The Undertaker's Thirst For Revenge Is Unquenchable" hits the sound system as silver and gold pyro explodes and Magnum emerges from the back, and walks toward the announce table.Cyrus: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got the winner of last week’s Fatal Fiveway and winning himself a second round bye, this is Magnum. Welcome to the broadcast table, Magnum. What brings you to these parts? Magnum: Well, I will end up facing one of these men so I figured why not come down and scout some. How you doing SoL? SoL: Was going fine till your dumb ass came down here like you mattered. Magnum: Jeez what did I do to you? SoL: I just think you should leave this to the professionals is all. Magnum: Sure when I see them I will be sure to go. Fuck, who shit in your cereal? Cyrus: I did. SoL: That was you? Sarah: And now, introducing the competitors. First from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 217 pounds, Deacon King! The lights dim in the arena as the crowd falls quiet with anticipation. Finally, an open E chord is struck and the power of the note carries throughout the arena."I'm a Rockstar, Believe it!" Golden Pyro erupts from the stage in streams as "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill floods the P.A. system. Deacon King runs out from the back and stops for a moment to soak in the crowd. Then, with a quick glance to the ring, King makes his way towards it.
As he hits the ring, he climbs the first set of steps and looks back out at the crowd. He opens up his arms with a smirk and finally climbs through the ropes behind him, ready to start the match.Cyrus: Here comes Deacon King! He is in this round because he was the last man eliminated in the Fatal Fiveway, and that earned him a free trip to the second round. Magnum: See, Cy, that’s a pretty pathetic way to advance, you know? He got a free trip, and that doesn’t prove anything! SoL: Isn’t that like the pot calling the kettle black? Magnum: I knew you’d say that, New Breed. I won the damn match, I earned this bye! SoL: Yeah, and I’m looking forward to you eating your words and losing in the third round. Magnum: You know, SoL, if your back wasn’t broken, I’d drag you to the ring right now. Cyrus: Oookay guys, before we turn the announce table into a bar brawl, let me just sit between you two. Red smoke fills the arena as "Opiate" slams into the PA system. He makes his way towards the ring in a black and white robe, each color covering a distinct half of the robe to signify the differences between good and evil. Sarah: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, tipping the scales at 235 pounds, he is Exodus! As Exodus approaches, Deacon bounces off the ropes to the outside hitting Exodus with a huge DDT.Cyrus: The Record Deal! Deacon is wasting little time. SoL: Good spunk there from the silver spooned rocker. Magnum: They both seem to be stirring. SoL: Someone please cut off this guy’s mic. Cyrus: Deacon to his feet first. Kick to the midsection of the prone Exodus and now Deacon is going underneath the ring. Magnum: Oh shit, he has a chair he is going to get himself disqualified, what’s he thinking? SoL: No he won’t. Both fighters haven’t been in the ring yet. This match hasn’t even started. Cyrus: Exodus to his feet. Chair to the midsection!! Exodus dropped to a knee, he is gasping for air. Magnum: Baseball swing with the chair. Oh my god, right to the head of Exodus. What a sick thud. SoL: Exodus is down and out Deacon needs to throw him in the ring and get the pinfall. King starts to bring Exodus up, and he motions for the referee to have the bell rung.Cyrus: He must have heard you cause he has picked Exodus up and is bringing him to the ring, and finally the bell’s been rung. Exodus gets back with an elbow to the face of King! Left from Exodus! Right from Exodus. He is taking him to the woodshed. Huge clothesline from Exodus. And King is down. SoL: Hey, Fagnum, how do you scout this match without paper? Magnum: It’s all in my head. SoL: Glad something is. Cyrus: Back on track guys. Exodus is bringing him to the side of the ring. He stops at the corner. Lifts Deacon up. Stalled suplex onto the ring stairs! God his spine hit the corner of those stairs. He could be done for. SoL: Exodus with the right idea. He takes advantage and throws Deacon in the ring. Magnum: He is in himself now this match is underway. Cyrus: Quick pin. This could be it. One! Two! Thr…no kickout at the last second by Deacon. SoL: He has more balls then brains. Magnum: Nice line. I’m guessing you’re all brains? SoL: Yeah... hey! Cyrus: Exodus is up and stomping away at Deacon. Exodus brings him to his feet. Right from Exodus. No countered with a left from Deacon. Left from Exodus. They are trading blows. Exodus with the Irish whip. King on the rebound, snap suplex and King finds himself in yet another predicament. SoL: He doesn’t even belong in this match. He couldn’t even win in the first round what makes him think he has what it takes to be champ? Magnum: In his defense he did have to go through me. He did what he needed to advance. SoL: My point still stands. Exodus is the class of the company and Deacon has no business in the ring with him. Cyrus: Exodus locks in the step over Boston crab and King is writhing in pain. SoL: Tap damnit tap. Stop wasting my time. Magnum: He has made his way to the ropes. The ref is breaking it up. Ref: 1! 2! Cyrus: He isn’t breaking it! Ref: 3! Magnum: He’s gonna get DQed! Ref: 4! SoL: He breaks the hold. That’s called taking advantage of the rules. Cyrus: Taking advantage? It’s cheating! It’s dirty and underhanded! SoL: So you do see why I like him? Cyrus: Douchebag. King rolls onto the ring apron as Exodus argues with the ref. Exodus turns to King... SoL: Springboard huracanrana! Cyrus: King is wasting no time he goes back up to the top rope he is looking to finish it here. Magnum: Big moonsault by King. This could be all. Cyrus: And he hits! There’s the cover! One, two, no, another kickout and this match will continue! SoL: Exodus will not lay down for this floozie! Magnum: Deacon King is back in the game as he’s connecting with dirty stomps to the back of the head. If he tries to do that to me, he’ll have it real bad. SoL: Ooh, I’m so scared of your big boy threats. Cyrus: Exodus is trying to fight back but Deacon King is in his game right now. He’s not letting Exodus have any opening at all. Deacon King hooking Exodus and there’s a snap suplex! Magnum: That dirty sumbitch may have a chance to win this thing! And another snap suplex! SoL: What? He’s not worthy enough to be Eddie Guerrero here! Cyrus: Eddie Guerrero never did it this fast and with this much impact! There’s another snap suplex! Where is Deacon King going with this offense? Magnum: He’s got him up... is he attempting a fourth? SoL: No, it’s a northern lights suplex. Cyrus: He doesn’t bridge to make the pin, instead there’s a backflip and there’s a dropkick to the face! Deacon King is a house of fire! SoL: Come on, Exodus! What are you waiting for? Magnum: King is up, there’s a dropkick to the back, and I think he’s looking to start a whole new World Tour! SoL: Lame ass line! Cyrus: Exodus rebounds, Deacon King meets him and tries to go for the cutter... but Exodus is resisting! SoL: YES! Magnum: Hah! Cyrus: Exodus pushes King off! King runs the ropes and tries to go for a running shining wizard, but Exodus counters! Back body drop! Wait, no! SoL: No, that’s the Heaven’s Denial! Heaven’s Denial to King’s head! It’s over now! Magnum: Exodus heading up top, we all know where this is going... Cyrus: Exodus makes the jump, pulls his head back... SoL: UNHOLY DIVER! UNHOLY DIVER! Magnum: There’s the shooting star leg drop for ya! SoL: Dammit, Fagnum, you’re insulting the audience’s intelligence here! They know what the Unholy Diver is! Magnum: Hasn’t it occurred to you that there are people who don’t? SoL: They’re idiots! Cyrus: The both of you, shut up! Exodus is making the pin, ONE, TWO, THREE! Exodus beats Deacon King to advance to the third round! Sarah: And here’s your winner, advancing to the third round, EEEXODUUUS!!!Exodus (4.425 aps + 0.55 avs = 4.975 total) Deacon King (3.8 aps + 0.3 avs = 4.1 total)From the top of the entrance ramp, Romeo McCoy runs down.
SoL: Hey, wait, what’s going on here?
Cyrus: It’s Romeo McCoy! Romeo McCoy is running down to the ring and sliding in!
SoL: Damnit Exodus, turn around and look out!
As Exodus turns, Romeo charges in and nails him to the ground with a spear. He gets up and takes a few steps backward, running in for a punt-kick to Exodus head. Exodus quivers, but tries to push himself back up again. Once again McCoy runs in with a puntkick, and Exodus falls to the floor. Romeo motions for a microphone.
Romeo: You see, Craig? Your little minions are just flesh and bone. Catch them by surprise and a kick to the head keeps them down. I’ve had just about enough of this god-damn foolishness. I want to know who my opponent for 1.3 is, and I want to know NOW!
Several seconds pass, as Romeo waits in the ring. Suddenly, “Craig” by Stephen Lynch hits as Craig steps out. He shakes his head at Romeo.
Craig: Must you take everything so… personally? You’re shaking with rage. Or is that fear?
Romeo: Fuck you Craig.
Craig: Hah! I don’t swing that way. I think you can call up Sam & Max, though. Anyway, you truly want to know who you’re 1.3 opponent is? Allow me to introduce you to him… in fact… he’s standing right behind you.
While Craig has been keeping Romeo occupied, Erich Ahreman has stepped into the ring with a chair. As Romeo turns, the chair is swung viciously, planting Romeo to the ground.
Craig: At 1.3, it will be Romeo McCoy vs Erich Ahreman!
Ahreman stands over the fallen figure of Romeo McCoy and laughs maniacally, but a face suddenly appears on the titantron. The vision is so dark that the figure is barely more than a shadow.
Voice: Hardly seems fair, does it?
Craig stares up at the titantron in disbelief.
Craig: Who the hell are you and why are you hi-jacking my titantron.
Voice: I suppose you could call me your apotheosis, Craig. Now I realize that you’re booking Romeo up against one of your protégées, but Craig Christ still needs to make his debut in that ring, right?
Craig: What the fuck are you talking about?
Voice: You see, I think I’m booking a match for 1.3. Craig Christ versus a representative to be named later on in the show.
Craig: Who the hell do you think you are? I’m the GM, I call the shots!
Voice: I think you should call the board of directors. This is no longer a one man show. Oh, and Craig…
You might not like who you have to face.
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:22:02 GMT -5
SoL: Who was that dude? No mysterious voice just orders Craig Christ around!
Cyrus: Whoever it was, I'm beginning to like him!
SoL: You're gay.
Sarah: This match is a second round match in the Seraphim Falls Tournament and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
“We Are the Champions” by Queen blares through the Thomas and Mack Center as Gregory Best comes from behind the curtain, waving the Nottingham County Flag with Pride and gives a thumbs up to his adoring fans. Sarah: …He hails Nottingham, England, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Magpie” GREGORY BEST! Gregory Best jogs around the ringside slapping hands with the fans. He enters the ring, climbs the first turnbuckle he sees and continues to wave the Nottingham County Flag. Cyrus: And now VCW fans, we have ourselves the second round match of the Seraphim Falls tournament to crown the very First VCW World Heavyweight Champion. SoL: Why are these morons cheering this guy? He has no wrestling skill at all! He’s a friggin soccer hooligan. Cyrus: It is called football where he is from, SoL. SoL: In this country, we call it soccer, which is on the same level as women’s basketball and the Special Olympics. Cyrus: SoL! SoL: What? Sarah: And his opponent… Survival of the Sickest by Saliva blares on the PA of the Thomas Mack Center. Eric Ares appears from the blinding pyro to a chorus of boos. He looks at the crowd with contempt and poses on the top of the ramp slowly and deliberately, pissing the people off even more. Sarah: He hails from the great nation of Canada, representing Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is ERIC ARES! SoL: Now THIS is what I call the epitome of a Wrestler, something Gregory Best wishes he was. Ares walks slowly to the ring, jawing with fans. He sees a child walking to his seat with a box of popcorn fresh from the concession stand. Eric snatches from the kid and slowly pours it on the floor in front of him, then stomps on it for good measure. Security folds the child’s father and mother back as Ares laughs on the way to the ring. He motions for the ref to open the ropes for him, which the ref grudgingly does. Cyrus: I can’t believe Ares did that to that poor child. SoL: The little bastard probably said something to him. He deserved it. Cyrus: You are unbelievable! Well, the bell has rung and here we go. Ares is standing in the corner and laughing at Best, believing he has no chance. What is Ares doing? It looks like he is going to give Best a free headlock. SoL: Usually I would question such a tactic, but since Ares is such a superior wrestler, this will just be an exhibition on his skill. Cyrus: Gregory Best takes the freebie and applies the headlock. He is wrenching it in real well. But Ares breaks out and applies a wristlock and he has it tight. Ares then swings Best around and delivers an arm drag then, as Best gets up, nails a running dropkick that takes best down. Ares poses as the crowd starts to boo. SoL: What a beautiful sequence of moves by Eric Ares. That was wrestling poetry right there. Cyrus: Ares now walks to the middle of the ring and holds his arm out. He is going to allow Best to put an arm ringer on him. Arm Wringer applied by Best. Ares starts to laugh as he rolls through, front flips forward and applies an arm wringer on Best. Best tries to roll through and throw a short arm clothesline, but Ares dodges and starts to pose again. SoL: Ares is putting on a friggin clinic, Cyrus, a friggin clinic. Cyrus: It appears he is. Best seems a bit frustrated. Now Ares is giving Best a chance to lock on a full nelson. Best is about to apply the hold when Ares hits a headlock takedown. Best is on one knee. Ares going for the Shinning Wizard! But Best dodges out of the way in the last second. SoL: Best came so close to having his face rearranged, Cyrus. Cyrus: Ares is challenging Best to a Greco Roman Knuckle lock. Ares takes control quickly and has Best on the ropes, no wait, Best is fighting back. He has Ares staggering. Oh, Ares kicks Best in the mid section. Ares runs to the rope and tries for a lariat, only for best to duck and deliver an arm drag takedown. Cyrus: Oh, Best got him. He hits another arm drag, and another. Ares gets up and tries to punch Best, but misses and eats a dropkick to the face. Best is a house on fire. SoL: So he has some moves. Doesn’t mean he is a good wrestler. I think he pulled the hair on one of those arm drags. Cyrus: Will you stop? Best has Ares in the corner and lands a succession of knife-edge chops. Thumb to Best’s eye by Ares. What a cheap shot! SoL: What are you talking about, Cyrus? You got to do what you got to do to get the World Heavyweight Championship. Cyrus: Ares gains control as he nails two knees into the mid section of Gregory Best. He is setting him up for a high knee lift. Ares fires and Best moves out of the way. He runs to the ropes and he nails a head scissors, no he rotated the head scissors into a DDT! He is now in control. Ares gets up and Best gets him with a kick to the midsection. He slaps him across the face now. Wow, I think I saw a tooth fly. SoL: Such disrespect shown by this worthless hooligan! Cyrus: Best hits Ares with a snapmare takedown and kicks him hard in the back. He kicks him hard in the back again. Ares is really in pain. Best now runs to the ropes to kick him in the face. Ares dodges, kips up, and hits a Spinebuster. SoL: SPINEBUSTER! Shades of Arn Anderson. Cyrus: And Ares has taken this thing back. He lifts up Best and nails a spinning neckbreaker. He picks him back up, laughing, and hits the spinning neckbreaker again. Gregory Best is on the floor. Ares turns his body around. He is applying the Muta Lock, and Best is in dire straits. SoL: The Muta Lock is a damn good submission hold. Your body is practically paralyzed. The pressure to the neck is excruciating. Cyrus: Eric Ares has that locked in tight. Rake to the eyes, and Best escapes the hold. Stomps to the back and to the neck by Ares. He lifts him up and hits a jab. He Irish whips him to the ropes, he goes for a backbody drop, but Best spins out! He hits an enziguri to the back of Ares head. Ares gets up holding his head. Here comes Best and he nails a Yakuza kick to the face of Ares. SoL: He is getting lucky. That is all. Oh, he could screw up his chances. He is going up to the top rope. Cyrus: He is up top. Diving Headbutt connects. The Cover! One… Two… Cyrus: Kick out at two. SoL: He’ll need more than that to beat Ares. Come on, Ares. Cyrus: Best picks up Ares and Irish Whips him into the corner. Best runs toward the corner and hits a dropkick on Ares in the corner. Best now lifts up Ares and delivers a rib breaker. He is going up again. He goes for the Moonsault. Ares is up. Best flies and lands on his feet. He attempts to hit Ares with a Spin kick, but misses. Ares grabs Best and nails a Russian Leg Sweep. What is this, he back rolls, lifts up Best and Nails an inverted DDT. SoL: What a combination, Cyrus. That is your future World Champ. Count on it! Cyrus: Ares is wanting to finish this, he is trying to apply the Dragon sleeper, but Best is not having it. Best counters with a fireman’s carry. Ares gets up, Best tries an axe kick, misses, and Ares connects with a German Suplex. The cover. One… Two… Cyrus: Kick out by Best. Ares lifts him. Best kicks him in the shin. And he is jumping around in pain. SoL: What a cheap shot! Who kicks someone in the shin? Cyrus: Best Irish Whips Ares in the corner, but Ares leaps on the second rope, then the top rope. SoL: WOW! Tornado DDT! Ares countered the Irish Whip to the corner into a springboard and landed that textbook tornado DDT. Best is dead! Cyrus: Ares is signaling that he is going up top. He poses and the crowd is letting him here it. Ares goes for the Guillotine Leg Drop and MISSES! And he is in pain! SoL: And Best looks pissed! The crowd starts a “He’s the BEST” chant. Cyrus: He is channeling the chants of the crowd. It looks like he is entering that Brazilian Stance. SoL: So he is channeling his retard strength. He still can’t defeat a world-class athlete like Eric Ares. Cyrus: Ares is up and he lands a punch to Best, but Best seems unfazed. Ares is frustrated and tries another punch. Best is in the zone. Ares tries to punch him again, but Best ducks and starts to fire with a flurry of punches. He Irish Whips Ares to the ropes, wow, Best connects with a Bicycle kick on Ares. Ares runs to the rope and hits a headbutt to Ares, shades of the Dynamite Kid. SoL: This isn’t happening! Cyrus: Best is calling for the Shinning Wizard. He goes for it, but Ares grabs the leg and nails a Capture Suplex on Best! What a counter! SoL: He has it. I knew he was playing around with him. And now he has him locked in the Dragon Sleeper. This thing is over. Cyrus: Ares has the hold locked in tight. Things are not looking good for Gregory Best. SoL: He should change his name to Gregory Overrated! Not impressed with him whatsoever. Eric Ares is more deserving of being called the Best! Cyrus: And Best is trying to fight out. Oh, he lands a knee to the head of Ares. He is free of the lock. Ares is now calling for the Shinning Wizard. SoL: Unlike Gregory, Ares will hit this. Cyrus: Ares charges, and Best leaps up and hits a clothesline. Best is fired up again. Ares is up and Best hits him with a barrage of kicks to the leg and chest. He kicks Ares in the mid section. Run to the ropes and delivers a yakuza kick to the exposed head of Ares and Ares is out for a loop. And Gregory Best is sizing Ares up for his finisher! SoL: Get up, Ares! You don’t want to lose to this piece of trash! And I don’t want to hear Cyrus yell GOAL at the top of his lungs! Cyrus: And Ares is slowly getting up. Gregory Best is getting ready to finish him off. He is going for the GOAL! As Gregory gets ready, Adam Wylde comes down the ramp. Gregory sprints toward the ropes, but is tripped up by Adam Wylde. Cyrus: What is Adam Wylde doing here? He tripped up Gregory Best! SoL: Nonsense! Gregory Tripped on his own clumsy feet. Adam Wylde is just out here scouting. Best gets up. Wylde stands up on the apron with a big smirk on his face. That smirk is erased after Best lands a Yakuza Kick to Wylde. Eric Ares gets up while all of this is going on. Cyrus: Wylde is down on the floor! SoL: But Ares is up! Cyrus: Look out Best! Gregory Best turns around and is nailed by a superkick. SoL: ERIC ARES GREATEST HITS! That is all she wrote! Cyrus: The Cover. One… Two… Three… Cyrus: And it’s over. And Eric Ares Advances to the Next Round!
Sarah: And here is your winner, advancing to the third round, ERIIIIIIC... AREEEEES!!!
Eric Ares (4.2 aps + 0.45 avs = 4.65 total) Gregory Best (4.1 aps + 0.35 avs = 4.45 total)
Cyrus: What the fuck just happened here?
SoL: Are you blind? Adam Wylde just happened!
Ares grabs a mic.
Ares: You’re all probably wondering what the fuck just happened, right? I believe what just happened was the union of the two greatest superstars in VCW!
Wylde: You see, me and Ares have decided to form a little alliance. We didn’t want a soccer hooligan to win the world title. He can’t even wrestle, for Christ’s sake. Even though Ares was perfectly capable of winning on his own, I thought that I might… speed things up a bit.
Ares: In case any of you were wondering, this was all done with the blessing of Mr. Christ. You see, recently, Christ approached us and made a little offer. Take care of any unpleasantries the superstars might present and we’re guaranteed all sorts of success.
Wylde: And in case you were wondering, let us show you what happened to one of those who dared step into our path last show…
The titantron reveals Rivers Atwood walking up the VCW hallway, obviously disappointed at his loss last week. Suddenly, out of nowhere Wylde runs into him, slamming him against the wall. He vicously picks him onto his shoulders and performs a powerslam, and the audio clearly plays a cracking sound as bone breaks.
Ares: You’re probably all wondering what Atwood ever did to us? You see, he failed. He was a pure wrestling athlete, for God’s sake and he couldn’t take out the trash…
Wylde: And that’s precisely what Best is. He’s not even a real wrestler. He’s a Soccer Hooligan. He knows nothing of wrestling. He doesn’t belong here. The only thing that he’s the “Best” at is getting his ass kicked.
The two superstars laugh at the fallen Best and get out, walking up the entrance ramp, as the scene cuts to commercial.
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:26:56 GMT -5
The scene opens in a darkened room; three figures standing around a table, obscured by the darkness.
?: So we gonna fuckin' do this?
?: Why, yes J---
?: FUCK YEAH!
?: Do you mind not interupting?
?: Sorry bro.
?: But, what will it achieve?
?: Anonymous is the voice to those who would otherwise go unheard...
?: We fight for the people?
?: We do. Every fucking thing. I fucking promise. Anonymous is the face of the Internet friends, and like my /b/rothers on the frontlines of the Scifag/internet war, we too will make a difference for all!
A final voice speaks out.
?: Gentleman, come the PPV, most of your worries will be sorted. However, until then, I am forced to work through the shadows. Through you. The anonymous. Craig is in for a nasty surprise.
Fade to black.
Cyrus: Wow, that was weird...
SoL: They're also a bunch of cowards for not showing themselves. I'm burning with curiosity here!
Cyrus: What, honestly? I thought it was really obvious.
SoL: Smartass!
Cyrus: Let's move along, shall we?
Neverending Nights by Elvenking begins to play throughout the arena.
Sarah: Coming down the isle, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin… SIR FEYD BRRRRRRRRRISBAAAAANE!!!
SoL: Her comes Sir Lancelot!!!!
Cyrus: His name is Sir Feyd Brisbane, and from what we saw last week, is not to be taken lightly.
The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance begins as the next combatant makes his way down the ring.
Sarah: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Esperrrranza, from Ergos, Drumathia, weighing in at 232 pounds he is Benediiiiiict Phoeeeeeeeniiiiiix!!!
Cyrus: Here is another man who was very impressive last week in his victory over Halford.
SoL: How can this guy not be impressive, just watch his entrance.
Cyrus: The only thing you’re watching is Esperanza’s chest SoL.
SoL: THAT IS COMPLETELY… true.
Cyrus: Lets go to the ring. Phoenix and Brisbane begin to circle each other and they meet in the middle of the ring with a lock up. Phoenix with the quick advantage with a knee to the gut and he is now repeatedly pounding Brisbane in the back of the head with his forearms and now into a headlock.
SoL: Someone has a little pent up aggression.
Cyrus: Ok… Brisbane now pushing Phoenix off of him into the ropes. Phoenix on the rebound, Brisbane ducks the clothesline attempt. Phoenix rebounds off of the other side and runs right into a shoulder block by Brisbane!
SoL: This is my kind of match. Two powerful guys beating the holy hell out of each other. Bring on the blood!
Cyrus: What is wrong with you? Phoenix now to his feet and the two men start trading rights and lefts. Phoenix with the advantage now as he lands 4 or 5 right hands to the jaw of Brisbane. Phoenix now with a rebound off the rope… AND HE RUNS RIGHT INTO A HUGE SPINEBUSTER AT THE HANDS OF BRISBANE.
SoL: The ring just shook Cyrus I shit you not. It shook.
Cyrus: I saw that SoL. Brisbane now with a head of steam to the ropes but Esperanza pulls down the top rope causing Brisbane to fall to the floor. What a cheap move.
SoL: By a cheap woman might I add.
Cyrus: What does that even mean?
SoL: You know.
Esperanza now runs over to the side of the ring that Phoenix is on and repeatedly slams her hands on the mat encouraging Phoenix to get up.
Cyrus: Phoenix now to the outside walking over to Brisbane as the referee starts the ten count.
1... 2...
Cyrus: Phoenix lifts Brisbane up onto his shoulder and repeatedly drives his back into the steel ring post!!! Phoenix still with Brisbane on his shoulder…
3... 4... 5...
Cyrus: Phoenix sets Brisbane down as he stands groggy. Phoenix now runs at him with a huge clothesline that sends Brisbane crashing onto the hard floor!!!
SoL: Phoenix is really showing a lot of aggression tonight, like he’s trying to prove a point or something.
Cyrus: I’m pretty sure everyone here is trying to prove some sort of point SoL. Phoenix now rolls Brisbane into the ring and goes for the first cover of this match. One… Two… Thr…KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF.
SoL: Looks like Brisbane still has some fight left in him.
Cyrus: Phoenix now pulls Brisbane up to his feet. Kick to the gut by Phoenix and DDT applied perfectly!
SoL: Phoenix held onto that DDT and he has Brisbane now locked into a Guillotine Choke hold!!! I’ve never seen it done like that.
Cyrus: Brisbane is fading fast here, the ref is already going to check Brisbane as the crowd now tries to will him back into this match.
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Cyrus: NO! His arm almost touched the ground for a third time but he somehow kept it raised!!! Phoenix still has the hold applied but Brisbane is beginning to lift Phoenix up with him as he tries to get back to his feet!!!
SoL: He will not let go of this hold!!
Cyrus: Brisbane now to his feet as Phoenix still has the hold applied. Brisbane now running into the corner and smashes Phoenix into the turnbuckle trying to get him to release the hole, but Phoenix is still holding on! Again into the turnbuckle, now for a third time!! Phoenix still holding on and Brisbane PUSHES PHOENIX ONCE MORE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND PULLS HIM OUT AND TURNS THE CHOKE INTO AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!!
SoL: What a way to break a hold, by throwing him over your head!!
Cyrus: The ref now starts the ten count…
1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7..
SoL: Look… Brisbane is starting to roll over to Phoenix.
Cyrus: Brisbane now drapes his arm over the chest of Phoenix for a cover. One… Two… kick out by Phoenix. Brisbane now to his feet pulling Phoenix along with him. Brisbane now setting Phoenix up for something and… Powerbomb onto Phoenix!!!
SoL: This one is over Cyrus I’m telling you… no one can kick out of a power bomb like that!!
Cyrus: I think you’re right SoL, Brisbane now with the cover. One… Two… Three… NO WHAT THE HELL!!! ESPERANZA PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING JUST AS HIS HAND WAS FALLING FOR THE THREE COUNT.
SoL: She’s only looking out for her man.
Cyrus: I don’t care who she’s looking out for she has no business getting involved in a match, especially twice in one night!!
SoL: Obviously you aren’t very good in the sack, when you are…ladies tend to go out of their way for you.
Cyrus: Fuck you SoL. Brisbane, now distracted because of the events that just took place is allowing Phoenix to regain his composure. Phoenix is now up and stalking a distracted Brisbane. Brisbane turns and Phoenix SETS HIM UP AND HITS HIM WITH THE RISING PHOENIX!!! It’s all over now except for Esperanza singing!
SoL: She’s not even fat dumb shit.
Cyrus: Phoenix with the cover…but no referee! He is still on the outside yelling at poor Esperanza!!
Phoenix now goes over towards the ref and yells for him to get back into the ring. The ref follows.
Cyrus: Here’s the cover. One… Two… KICKOUT BY BRISBANE. HE KICKED OUT OF THE RISING PHOENIX AND BENEDICT IS IRATE!!
SoL: I can’t believe that just happened! Now he needs to stop arguing with the referee and get back on Brisbane, come on Phoenix don’t be a FOOL!
Cyrus: Phoenix still arguing and Brisbane crawling over to Phoenix…ROLLUP!!! ONE…TWO…THREE. BRISBANE!!! BRISBANE!!! BRISBANE!!! He took advantage after Phoenix turned his back on Brisbane and pinned him!!!
Sarah: The winner of this match advancing onto the third round of the Seraphim Falls tournament… SSSSIR FEYD BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIISBAAAAAAANE!!!!!
Sir Feyd Brisbane ( 4.3 aps + 0.6 avs = 4.9 total ) Benedict Phoenix ( 4.03 aps + 0.25 avs = 4.28 total )
SoL: Now the two combatants are standing face to face.
Cyrus: Brisbane is extending his hand to Phoenix after a hard fought match by both men.
SoL: Doesn’t look like Phoenix wants to shake hands Cyrus, he just turned his back on Brisbane and is heading out of the ring.
Cyrus: Wait a minute SoL Brisbane is pulling Phoenix back into the ring and now he is speaking into Phoenix’s ear…I can’t make out what is being said… whatever it was it seemed to work as Phoenix reluctantly shakes Brisbane’s hand before heading to the back.
Tim “The Toolman” Taylor is standing backstage, interviewing the Radical Chris Austin. Austin is bandaged up considerably, a fallout from the damage done unto him by Exodus.
Tim: So, Chris, let me ask you…
Chris grabs the microphone from Tim and glares at him.
Chris: Let me tell you, Tim, there’ll be no question asking here tonight. I will be the one doing the speaking. Do you understand that?
Tim nods nervously.
Chris: Now, Exodus thought he was being funny last week, brutalising me in that ring. The guy caught me off guard. I’ll give him that much credit, but I promise you, tonight, there’ll be hell to pay.
Tim: Does that mean you’ll be going after Exodus tonight?
Chris: Even though you’re not following my no-talking rule, I’ll still answer that for you. Just don’t let it happen again. I might be. I might not be. I mean, it’s a Radical world, right? Maybe I’ll just direct my anger towards someone else entirely. Yes folks, tonight there will be retribution… but for who?
Chris drops his microphone and walks away, leaving the confused Tim Taylor behind.
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:29:53 GMT -5
The camera goes to a backstage changing room where a few indie wrestlers are changing out of their gear from working the evening’s dark matches. As the wrestlers mingle, the locker room doors swings wide open, as one man and one woman enter the room.
: Well well, what do we got here? Alexis, I believe this room is perfect.
Alexis: Yeah babe, there’s tons of room in here to mingle.
: You boys wouldn’t mind clearing out this room, now would you? We got a lady in the room and this is simply not a place for boys. Go play your little bum games elsewhere. BOYS, bring’er in!!
As the wrestlers are quickly escorted out by Alexis, a group of teamsters bring into the room, a few posters, a lot of folding chairs, a chalk board and a large poker table.
: Now that is more like it.
Alexis: You know your missing the most important thing. He he, you can be so forgetful sometimes, Hon.
: Well you’re damn right. HEY BOYS, WHERE’S THE DAMN BOOZE?
Helper: Coming right up, just wanted to be careful with it.
: Well you damn better son, we don’t waste a drop of that liquid gold around here.
A few moments later, the teamsters begin hauling in a few cases of beer, a keg, and an assortment of liquor; Tequila, Rum, and most importantly Whiskey.
: Now that, that is what is important. Alexis babe, have a drink with me.
The man pours himself and Alexis a double shot of Whiskey. The man shoots back the drink, and surprisingly Alexis shoots it back as well. They both slam their shot glasses down on the poker table and give each other a peek. The last of the teamsters delivers the last remaining object, a large sign.
Helper: We’re all done Mr. Scorpio.
Scorpio: Very well, thanks for the help.
Alexis: So hunny, you ready for this job?
Scorpio: I was born ready for this. Kick back, relax, play some poker, lose some money, have a drink, win some money, take a shot.
Alexis: Hehe, there’s more than that hun.
Scorpio: Oh I know.
Eric Scorpio walks over to the dressing room door and sticks the large sign on the door.
As Scorpio and Alexis slightly hug and enjoy the first steps of their job, they slide the sign to “Open” and close the door shut. They both walk over around the poker table and sit back in their chairs.
Alexis: So how long you figure?
Scorpio: I’m sure I’ll be asked for a favor by the time the day is over.
Alexis: You figure?
Scorpio: Yup, someone is going to want to take the easy way to a win, and well I’m it. I should have thought about this wrestling replacement for hire business ages ago. Oh well.
Alexis chuckles slightly as Scorpio pulls out a deck of cards and begins to shuffle them.
Scorpio: You got your money?
Alexis: Of course hun. Do you have mine ready?
Scorpio: HA! Not this time babe.
Both put there money on the table and both begin playing poker as the camera fades out of the room.Sarah: This next match is Second Round Qualifier in the Seraphim Falls Tournament. Introducing first… “Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobastank blares on the PA, as Anon Ehmus appears from the curtain. He walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans. Sarah: He hails from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 250 pounds. He is the “Soldier of Misfortune” ANON EHMUS! All of a sudden the lights go completely out. Everyone is wondering what is going on. All of a sudden, a single spot light comes on. The crowd is in bewilderment as the light leads down the ramp. It moves from side to side, then back again. The light then suddenly disappears. SoL: Where are the damn lights? What a cheap arena! The light returns and standing in the light is John Dunn. The arena lights come back on, and Dunn makes his way into the ring. SoL: Ok, that was cool! Sarah: And his opponent, he hails from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 247 pounds. He is the Self-Proclaimed “Walking Parental Advisory Label”, this is JOHN DUNN! Cyrus: And the bell has rung. This is going to be an interesting match. You have the mysterious Anon Ehmus facing off against the multifaceted offense of Dunn. There is no size disadvantage either. SoL: This match will go down to who has got the better strategy. And I am leaning toward Dunn here. Never trust the unknown. Slapping hands with the plebs doesn’t make you a smart tactician. Cyrus: Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Both trying to get the advantage, but both break it. They try a collar and elbow tie up again. They are both trying to gain the early advantage. And again both release with no clear victor. This one is going to be a battle, SoL! SoL: We’ll see, Cyrus. They look to be trying for it again. Oh, smart move by Dunn! Cyrus: Indeed as when they attempted the tie up again, Dunn planted a boot to the midsection of Ehmus. Dunn taunts as he plants another boot to the midsection of Ehmus and follows up with a punch to the jaw. Irish whip to the rope, Dunn tries for the Kitchen Sink, Ehmus counters into a school boy. One… Cyrus: Just a one count. And Ehmus gets up and eats a straight jab to the face. He attempts another jab, but Ehmus sidesteps and lands a jab of his own. He lands another, and another. He hits a hip toss on Dunn, and Dunn goes to the outside. SoL: Smart strategy by Dunn. He is catching a breather and slowing down Mysterious Guy’s momentum. Cyrus: Dunn comes back to the ring and grabs Ehmus for a headlock, but Ehmus flings him to the ropes, Shoulder tackle by Dunn. He runs to the rope, Ehmus gets up and attempts a hip toss, no, Dunn countered it into a Monkey Flip. Ehmus gets up and is hit with a knife-edge chop into the sternum. Irish whip by Dunn, Ehmus with a shoulder tackle. Ehmus runs to the rope and Dunn leapfrogs over him, but Ehmus uses the second rope to springboard and lands a springboard dropkick into Dunn’s face. Cyrus: Dunn thought he had him, but Ehmus springboards off the ropes and lands a dropkick to the face of Dunn. Ehmus picks Dunn up. He hits him with a knife edge chop. He Irish whips Dunn into the corner. Ehmus comes charging and Dunn moves out of the way. Ehmus springboards to the top rope and attempts a twisting body press, but Dunn sees this and catches him in mid air and delivers a spinebuster. SoL: Amazing presence of mind by Dunn. He caught the Nobody napping and made him pay. Cyrus: And Dunn is in control now. Dunn lifts up Ehmus and Irish Whips him to the ropes. And he nails him with the kitchen sink. Ehmus is holding his gut in pain. Dunn stomps away at Emus. SoL: He is keeping him down. This guy is very unorthodox, so the only way to keep from guessing is to keep him down all together. Cyrus: Dunn lifts up Emus. Dunn runs to the ropes and tries a clothsline, Ehmus ducks. Dunn turns around and is hit by a Flying Knee Thrust. And Dunn goes down. Ehmus lifts Dunn up and delivers a jab. He hits a knee lift to the head. Ehmus runs to the rope and tries a running knee thrust, but he misses. Dunn capitalizes and nails an enziguri to the back of Ehmus head, causing him to fall out of the ring. SoL: Dunn is getting ready to do something! As Ehmus gets up; Dunn hits the ropes and jumps through the second rope, nailing a suicide dive to Emus. Cyrus: Suicide Dive by Dunn. And the crowd is going crazy. SoL: Dunn is going to use the ref’s count to the outside to his advantage as he continues to stomp on Ehmus. Cyrus: Dunn goes to Irish whip Ehmus into the barricade. Anon Ehmus jumps over the barricade to the shock of Dunn. Dunn goes to follow only for Ehmus to do a running jumping knee thrust over the barricade to the face of Dunn. Cyrus: Wow, he jumped OVER that barricade and caught him with that knee. SoL: So he’s got hops? So does Random Indy wrestler #325. It doesn’t mean anything. Cyrus: Will you shut it? And Ehmus takes Dunn back into the ring. He takes Dunn to the corner. Ehmus lands a knife-edge chop. He runs to the opposite corner. He runs at full strength to Dunn and nails him with lariat in the corner. SoL: Damn! That made me cringe. That was a powerful shot. Cyrus: Ehmus takes him to the middle of the ring. He is calling for his kneelift DDT. Dunn Counters and attempts a short arm clothsline, which Anon Ehmus counters by sliding under his legs and connecting with the Wrist Clutch Half Nelson Back Suplex Cyrus: Dunn tried to Counter, but Ehmus counters him and nails his Patented Wrist Clutch Half Nelson Back Suplex. SoL: That is a nice move, I have to give him credit. Cyrus: Ehmus lifts Dunn up and applies a neckbreaker. He is holding it for along time. He must be trying to hit the Neckbreaker Sweep. Dunn is fighting it. Dunn makes Ehmus break the hold. Ehmus comes charging and Dunn catches him in a fireman’s carry, oh he nailed the powerslam. Cover! One… Two… Cyrus: Kick out at two. Dunn goes to the top turnbuckle. Ehmus is trying to get up. Diving Bulldog by Dunn on Ehmus. Cover! One… Two… Cyrus: Kick out at two. Dunn picks up Ehmus. Irish whip to the ropes. Dunn attempts a standing hurricanrana, but Ehmus catches him. He lifts him up and powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. What power by Ehmus! Ehmus lifts Dunn up. He goes to the opposite corner. He is coming toward Dunn like a freight train. He lands another devastating clothsline in the corner. Ehmus keeps him on his feet. Not for long, as he nails that kneelift DDT! Cover! One… Two… SoL: And Dunn kicks out. What heart by Dunn! Cyrus: Ehmus with a scoop slam on Dunn and he is going up top. He goes for a frog splash. And Dunn moves out of the way. Ehmus holds his stomach in pain. SCISSOR KICK by Dunn. SoL: Great presence of mind by Dunn. Played possum and then picked his shot. Cyrus: Dunn slowly gets up and pushes Ehmus to the corner. He nails Ehmus with a barrage of knife edge chops. He now lifts him up in a suplex. And he keeps Ehmus up to think about it. the crowd starts to count the time in seconds SoL: I got up to twenty seconds, Cyrus. Cyrus: And Dunn finally drops Ehmus on his back to complete the delayed vertical suplex. Dunn is motioning to the turnbuckles. SoL: He is going to show Anon how to get things done from up top. What kind of name is Anon anyway? Cyrus: What kind of name is SoL? SoL: Shut it, Cyrus! Cyrus: And Dunn is up top. He goes for the Senton bomb. He crashes and burns. Ehmus moved out of the way! Both men are slowly getting up. Dunn with a right jab. Ehmus answers with his own right. Dunn tries to clothsline Ehmus, but Ehmus dodges. He runs to the ropes, BOTTOMS UP SPEAR! SoL: Have to admit, I have never seen that kind of tackle before. Cyrus: Anon Ehmus picks Dunn up and overhooks his arms. He is attempting the UCD! Dunn yells at the ref that Ehmus is grabbing the ropes. As the ref checks, Dunn low blows Ehmus quickly. Cyrus: What a dirty move by Dunn! SoL: It was a punch to the lower abdomen. Relax! Dunn once again proves why he is the man! Cyrus: Dunn locks on a Figure Four Neck Lock, no wait, he combines it with a modified Boston Crab. He calls this maneuver the n00bdestoryer! SoL: And he is going to make this n00b tap. He has him! John Dunn will be going to the next round. Anon Ehmus is in extreme pain. The ref asks him frantically if he wants to give, but he does not. Ehmus outstretched arm reaches the bottom rope. The ref taps on Dunn’s shoulder, telling him to break the hold. Dunn breaks it and starts to celebrate. Cyrus: Ehmus got out. And Dunn thinks he has won he match! SoL: That stupid ref missed that freak tap! Focus, Dunn! You can still take this! Cyrus: Dunn is furious at the ref now. He gets Ehmus up and is signaling to finish him again. He locks his neck in a front chancery. Ehmus counters out! Anon Ehmus slides under Dunn’s legs and locks on a pumphandle. He lifts Dunn up and connects with a Death Valley Driver. He holds on for the cover. Cyrus: Emus connects with THE HIDDEN AGENDA! The Cover! One… Two… Three… SoL: What a travesty! That ref should be fined for earlier! Sarah: Here is your winner and advancing to the third round of the Seraphim Falls Tournament, ANOOON EHMUUSSSSSSS! Anon Ehmus (4.17 aps + 0.4 avs = 4.57 total) Jonathan Dunn (4.1 aps + 0.45 avs = 4.55 total)Ahnon Ehmus steps away from the fallen John Dunn. The crowd roars as he raises one arm victoriously.
As Ahnon heads toward the ropes, the camera pans down and focuses on Dunn, who begins to stir. Dunn gets up and bounds toward Ahnon, dropping a hand on his shoulder. Ahnon whips around, his arm raised to strike, but Dunn backs down. Ahnon cocks his head to the side, looking at Dunn.
Dunn steps back again and turns to the announcer's table, motioning for a microphone. A moment later, one flies through the air at him, which he catches with effort. He takes another step to Ahnon.Dunn: Damnit, I almost had you! Ahnon just shakes his head and begins to turn away again. Dunn keeps walking toward him.Dunn: No, wait! Ahnon Ehmus looks back at Dunn.Dunn: You won fair and square. You're a great fighter. Ehmus just stares Dunn down for a minute, waiting for him to continue.Dunn: I don't know how you did it, but you got me. You're exactly the kind of man I'm looking for. The camera pans to Ahnon again, then back to Dunn, who is now right in front of his opponent. Dunn: I want you to join the Faces of Anonymity. WE are all about what the people want. What those in charge want to keep us from. We- Without even waiting for Dunn to finish, Ahnon takes the microphone.Ehmus: Let me think on it… Ahnon Ehmus drops the microphone and steps out of the ring, leaving Dunn standing there.The manager of Colt Conrad, Mitchell stands on several telephone directories, addressing Christ.
Christ: It really is quite terrible, you know. They’re like monkeys. Without someone to control them, they’ll eat their own poop.
Mitchell glances over at Colt, who’s standing in the corner trying to catch flies.
Mitchell: I understand precisely what you mean. So, about the payoff…
Christ: Don’t worry about it. All who side with me will get their just rewards.
Mitchell: Good.
Annabell: And don’t even think of crossing us, Mr. Christ. You’d be surprised what… she turns her eyes over to Colt… can do.
Christ: The thought had never even crossed my mind.
Mitchell: Then it’s a done deal. Come on, Colt, we’ve got work to do.
Colt walks past and glances at Christ, following Mitchell and Annabell out.
As soon as Mitchell it outside the office, he turns towards Colt.
Mitchell: Now Colt, there’s a couple of things I want you to do tonight.
Colt: Ahhh… I wanted to post stickers in my album.
Mitchell: Maybe another time. There’s someone who’s been calling you names, Colt. He’s been calling you things like… a retard!
Colt: A retard?
Colt’s face gets flustered.
Mitchell: He’s been calling you dumb, stupid, insignificant, fat, god-awful, a piece of excrement on the world and other things.
Colt: He called me DUMB?
Colt is now boiling over with anger.
Colt: Show me where this man is.
Mitchell: Now, his name is Romeo McCoy…
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:32:36 GMT -5
Requiem for a Dream by Clint Mansell snakes its way through the P.A. system as the arena turns an eerie shade of red.
SoL: Whoa! That snuck up on me a little.
Cyrus: And we are now too close to the start of our next round two tournament match-up.
Drums and violin cascade down from the sound system as Cain Ravid makes his way onto the ramp.
Sarah: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will determine who advances to the third round of the Seraphim Falls Tournament!
Ravid makes his way down the ramp amidst a mixed reaction. Ravid ignores the crowd... his attention on the ring in front of him
Sarah: Introducing first, from parts unknown, at 6'1, 210 lbs... Caaaiiiinnn Ravid!
Ravid hits the ring and makes his way to a turnbuckle. He climbs it and awaits his spotlight-
The tastefully blended I Believe in a Thing Called Love and Tear Drop hits the P.A. system to a thunderous applause. Sam & Max races out from behind the curtain and charges the ring with Sam trying his best to turn around.
Cyrus: Sam & Max wasting NO time getting to that ring.
SoL: Look at the big man go! Let's just hope he doesn't trip and break his necks!
The music fades out, the bell sounds, and Sam & Max hit the ring fast.
Cyrus: There's the bell... and there's Ravid sliding out of the ring!
SoL: I don't blame him. Sam & Max is one big mother-
Cyrus: Shut your mouth! The referee has started the count. Ravid better come up with a game plan fast.
Ravid quickly hits the ring and ducks under a strong clothesline from Sam & Max.
SoL: There's Ravid using that speed of his!
Cyrus: Ravid hits the ropes, rebounds, and nails a picture perfect front drop kick to Sam & Max.
SoL: It didn't even take the big guy down. Ravid doesn't even notice! Ouch! A vicious right hook from Sam & Max.
Cyrus: Ravid stumbles back and Sam & Max get a hold of him.
Sam & Max irish whip Ravid into the turnbuckle with a punishing force.
SoL: My lower back hurts!
Cyrus: Sam & Max isn't holding back at all. Ravid is holed up in the corner now and is failing to block any of those hooks or jabs.
SoL: Oh, you may be wrong. Ravid ducks one and hits another drop kick to the back of Sam & Max!
Cyrus: Sam & Max wobbling out of the turnbuckle. Ravid bounces off the ropes and gets some major hangtime to score with a bulldog!
SoL: He might just be too quick for Sam & Max. It's like he oiled himself up with lube before the match!
With no clear cut expression on his face, Ravid looks to the turnbuckle and then glances back down at Sam & Max.
Cyrus: I think Ravid is going to hit the turnbuckle early. He's making his way to it, but Sam & Max is back on his feet! Ravid once again fails to realize it and gets whipped into the ropes.
SoL: Ravid rebounds and almost gets beheaded for his troubles! A vicious clothesline from Sam & Max sets Ravid up for the three count!
One...
Tw-
Cyrus: Don't count Ravid out already!
SoL: I would never! The freak is goin' down!
Sam & Max pick up a limp Ravid from the canvas and hoist him into the air body press style.
Cyrus: Whoa, Ravid is almost seven feet off the mat!
SoL: Sam & Max ready to end this, but they're arguing! They can't seem to get their ring chemistry just right.
Cyrus: Ravid uses the opportunity, swings himself around, and hits a killer DDT!
SoL: Right in the middle of the ring! Sam & Max has no where to go!
Ravid goes to the turnbuckle once again while Sam & Max raises up behind him.
Cyrus: Max is all smiles!
SoL: Sam looks like he's almost in tears! He got the brunt of that DDT.
Cyrus: Ravid, once again, doesn't notice he's up. It's a classic example of underestimating your opponent.
SoL: That could definitely bite Ravid in the ass. Speaking of Ravid, he's off the turnbuckle with an axe handle!
Cyrus: But Sam & Max counters with a big boot! Ravid hits the mat hard and doesn't seem to be showing any signs of life.
Sam & Max quickly cover the downed Ravid.
One...
Two...
Thre... NO!
Cyrus: Ravid gets a shoulder up just in time... and Max isn't taking it very well!
SoL: Sam & Max setting Ravid up for a Death Valley Driver, but Ravid slips out again! Perfect placement!
Cyrus: Ravid lands right on the turnbuckle only to jump right back off. Ravid hits a leg drop to BOTH heads of the standing Sam & Max.
SoL: Both competitors hit the mat in a heap and neither of em' are moving! This match-up is awesome! Like i've always told you, the more head the better!
Cyrus: Will you can it!? These guys could be hurt.
The referee begins the count as the crowd begins chants of Sam & Max... and a little bit of Ra-vid!
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Ravid is the first one to stir...
Five...
Six...
Cyrus: Ravid makes it to his feet and seems to be stalking Sam & Max!
SoL: I thought this guy would go on blank faced all night, but you can tell now... he's pissed!
Sam & Max wobbles to his feet.
Cyrus: Uh oh, Ravid actually manages to get the hold and executes a Russian Leg Sweep!
SoL: And now he's locking in the STF. Oh my god, Ravid just locked Sam & Max up with the Betrayal!
Sam & Max struggle, but the ropes are no where in sight.
Cyrus: Uh oh, Sam has that hand up.
SoL: And now he's using it to tap! Sam's tapping out!
Sarah: Your winner... Cain RAAVVIIDDD!
Cain Ravid (4.15 aps + 0.6 avs = 4.75 total) Sam & Max (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Ravid gets to his feet as Requiem for a Dream hits the sound system. He keeps an eye on Sam & Max for a moment before finally heading to the ropes.
Cyrus: This guy is somebody to watch out for. Competitors like him don't come around very often.
SoL: Sam & Max might've not brought their game at all, but that doesn't mean we didn't see what Ravid is capable of tonight.
Cyrus: Too true, sir.
Ravid turns and gives one last look at the ring before finally heading backstage.
The scene cuts to the office of GM Craig Christ, where Christ and Erich Ahriman are talking.
Christ: Remember, you have to do it before the show's over!
Ahriman: Yeah, boss. Are you sure this is gonna work?
Christ: Am I sure? Am I sure? Fuck yeah I'm sure, Erich! That's a stupid question!
Ahriman: Okay, okay, boss... I'm sorry.
Christ: Yeah, you better be. Anyway, I'll see you later. I'll call you when it's time.
Ahriman: Okay, got it boss.
Ahriman leaves the office. No sooner does he close the door when a lead pipe connects with the back of his head! The camera pans to reveal the image of Romeo McCoy holding the lead pipe and standing over Ahriman!
Romeo: That's for punking me out, bitch!
He continues his beatdown and all the ruckus prompts Craig Christ to check out all the commotion and is surprised to see the scene happening outside his office!
Craig: Hey, hey, hey! What the fuck is going on here!
Romeo: Oh, hey, Craig, just a little payback! See you later, bitch!
Craig: Hold on, Romeo, I don't think you'll want to leave just yet!
Romeo: Yeah? Why is that?
Craig: Look behind you.
Romeo: Huh?
Craig: Come on, do it. If you dare.
Romeo turns around to see a fuming mad Colt Conrad.
Romeo: Colt?
Colt: YOU CALLED ME DUMB!
Colt proceeds to beat up on Romeo McCoy.
Craig: Ha, ha! This is damn priceless! Now since you took out Mr. Ahriman over here, I think I should leave you and your NEW opponent for next week for now! Have fun, kids!
Craig closes the door and the camera focuses on Colt Conrad's beatdown on Romeo McCoy.
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:33:32 GMT -5
”Sunless Saturday” by Fishbone plays over the arena sound system as Japhy Sullivan a.k.a. St. Poison Sick Fixx emerges from the back, to a mixed reaction of cheers from those who love him, and jeers from those who were repulsed by his previous self. He makes his way to the ring and grabs a mic.
SoL: What’s this guy doing here now? He lost last week, that should’ve been a sign for him to stay home tonight!
Cyrus: Shut up for a while, SoL, and let’s hear what Sick Fixx has to say.
Fixx: Ladies and gentlemen...
The crowd’s adulation and condemnation prevent Sick Fixx from trying to get a word in edgewise.
Fixx: I... I came out here tonight because I felt obligated that I should tell all of you about how I have changed my life, and what I plan to do in VCW.
SoL: Please, no one needs to hear this! This isn’t a fairy tale, nothing about his life is remotely interesting at all!
Cyrus: I think this is a good idea. Voicing out his goals will empower him.
Fixx: First off, after the whole ordeal at LPW happened... I felt like shit. I felt like absolute shit. I let LPW down, I let you guys down, I let White Falcon down, I let the Witnesses down, and most of all... I let myself down.
SoL: Damn right!
Fixx: So with that realization, I found the strength to carry on, to push myself further towards rehabilitation. And I did. Now I’m here standing in front of all of you today.
SoL: Great. Now can we move it along? You’re here, now you go.
Cyrus: Shut up.
Fixx: I’m here in VCW, and I’m starting over. I’m not stopping at anything until I win the World Heavyweight title. I know I’m not in the tournament anymore, but that doesn’t matter. When I win the championship, every hardship I had to go through to be in top shape will be justified, and-
”Break the Walls Down” by R.A. and the Rugged Men plays and out comes Chris Austin with a mic.
SoL: Thank God someone showed up!
Fixx: And what can I do for you, sonny?
Chris: Yadda yadda yadda, old timer! Who let you back into the playground anyway? I got sick and tired of listening to all that “ooh look at me I went to rehab and I’m back” drivel. Go home, Fixx! Nobody here wants to see you!
The crowd boos Chris Austin.
Fixx: What’s your problem, Austin? I’ve still got enough left in me to go, hell, I bet I’ve still got enough left to beat you AND win the title! I’ve been tag champ FOR A YEAR!
Austin chuckles.
Chris: See, Fixx, that’s the problem here. You’re so damn fixated, you’ll pardon the pun, on the damn past!
Fixx: Yeah, so? I’ve got a past, son, you don’t even have a future!
Chris: That’s funny, Fixx, that’s real funny. See, that’s where you’re wrong. You resemble the past. You and the other grizzled vets who still think they can run with people like me. I resemble the future, Fixx. I am the future! The future... is Radical. And the future begins next week. You and I, one-on-one, at 1.3. How about it?
Fixx: Do I even need to think about it, Austin? Tell me, do I?
Chris: If you’re worried about your well-being, I’d tell you to take it under advisement.
Fixx: Fuck no! You’re on!
Chris: Very well then. I’ll see you next week!
Austin’s song plays again as he returns to the back, leaving Sick Fixx in the ring, with a determined look on his face.
Wagner’s Sigfried’s Death and Funeral Match begins playing over the PA system signifying the arrival of Benjamin Bright. The lights dim as Bright appears upon the entrance ramp, he takes his time making his way down towards the ring as a spotlight follows him. He slowly climbs into the ring, removes his sunglasses and scarf and begins stretching.
Sarah: In the ring weighing in at 337 pounds, he is the Professor of Patience, BENJAMINNNNNNN BRIGHT!
SoL: Yup and he’s testing my patience right this minute with his fucking long entrance.
Just as SoL finishes his sentence Evolution by KoRn begins to play over the speakers, Ciaran Kennedy appears on the ramp, he raises his arms outwards as pyro splashes up behind him. He then begins to make his way down the ring slapping hands with a few fans before sliding into the ring and sitting on the turnbuckle.
Sarah: And next in the ring weighing in at 245lb’s! THE NEXT LEVEL CIARAN KENNEDY!!
Cyrus: And the bell is run starting this match up off! Ciaran Kennedy a total rookie here at VCW hoping to make a big impression.
SoL: I’ll tell you, Sarah La Fee Verte is making a big impression in my pants.
Cyrus: SoL, at least pretend to be interested in the match? Bright and Kennedy locking up now and Benjamin pushes Ciaran away! What raw power here by Bright who has the size advantage.
SoL: I don’t think he’d like to hear you calling him fat Cyrus! Bright now picking Ciaran back up.
Cyrus: Kennedy fighting back with some hard punches to the sternum of Benjamin Bright who seems to be taking it very well. BUT WAIT SMALL PACKAGE BY CIARAN KENNEDY!
One….Kickout!
SoL: Kennedy trying to pull one over Benjamin Bright there but not getting more than a 1 count.
Cyrus: A smart move by Kennedy, if he keeps Bright guessing he might be able to get one over on him!
SoL: Kennedy applying a scissor lock on Benjamin Bright now, boring, where do they get these rookies.
Cyrus: I think he’s trying to slowly wear out Bright, SoL. If so a clever move, BUT WAIT BRIGHT LIFTS KENNEDY UP AND SWINGS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! What power there again!
SoL: THIS IS WHAT I WANNA SEE, ROOKIES GETTING BEAT UP!
Cyrus: Kennedy struggling to his feet now, Bright methodically stalking his opponent.
SoL: But not for too long as he goes in for the kill!
Benjamin Bright picks up Kennedy in a vertical suplex position and delays as the crowd counts along.
Crowd: 1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
Benjamin finally drops Kennedy backwards with a suplex.
Cyrus: I guess we’re slowly finding out why they call Bright the professor of patience!
SoL: And why they call Ciaran Kennedy the next level! Cause he just took another level of punishment off Benjamin Bright! Ha!
Cyrus: Bright covering Kennedy now with a pin
One…
Two…
KICKOUT!
Cyrus: Kick out by Kennedy, I think Benjamin underestimated his opponents chances of kicking out then.
SoL: Of course he did moron otherwise he wouldn’t of pinned him…duh.
Ciaran Kennedy begins to make his way to his feet all the time Benjamin Bright lets him, stalking his opponent quietly.
Cyrus: Benjamin waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike now as Kennedy uses the ropes to help himself up.
SoL: Benjamin going for the strike now! As he runs towards the prone Ciaran Kennedy! Cyrus: BUT WAIT! KENNEDY PULLED THE ROPES DOWN SENDING BRIGHT CRASHING OUTSIDE! WHAT’S HE DOING NOW! SPRINGBOARD WHISPER IN THE WIND BY THE YOUNG CIARAN KENNEDY!
SoL: Crash and burn! It looks like Ciaran hit more of the guard rail than Bright though, a rookie mistake going for such a high spot after being severely beaten down like that.
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy may have just did it for himself right there. Benjamin Bright moved out of the way and barely missed the incoming assault! Bright gets back into the ring as the referee starts the count! Can Ciaran get back into the ring?
Ref: 1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
Ciaran begins to get up.
Cyrus: He’s getting up! Could he make it?
SoL: I hope not, for everyone’s sake! Just finish the match, Kennedy! No need to kill yourself out there!
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy’s got the heart of a lion, SoL, he’s not gonna get himself counted out!
Ref: 9!
Te-
At the very last moment, Ciaran Kennedy managed to slide himself into the ring. Benjamin Bright is still stalking him.
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy is back and the match is still on. Benjamin Bright stalking Kennedy and he’s not in any rush to put away his opponent.
SoL: That may just be a crucial mistake on the part of Benjamin Bright! He should be in for the kill like a shark in the water!
Cyrus: I think Bright’s being chivalrous to say the least.
SoL: Chivalrous?! Ain’t no chivalry in this world, Cyrus! Women killed chivalry!
Cyrus: I...’ll have to agree. Anyway, Ciaran Kennedy back up on his feet and he’s giving Benjamin Bright some tentative blows to the face. Bright’s got the better footing and he’s handing out the stiffer blows.
SoL: Why wouldn’t he just give up?
Cyrus: Quitting should be in no wrestler’s vocabulary, SoL! Ciaran Kennedy trying to go for the sitout uranage slam, but no dice as Benjamin Bright manages to counter it into a reverse STO!
SoL: That should do it!
Cyrus: Benjamin Bright makes the pin, one, two, thr- KICKOUT AT THE LAST MOMENT! Ciaran Kennedy just refuses to be put away!
SoL: He’s going to regret that, and feel all the pain in the morning!
Cyrus: Benjamin Bright amazingly not showing any signs of frustration at Kennedy’s determination. Now Bright’s hooking Kennedy’s arms around his legs, and there’s the camel clutch! Will he tap out?
SoL: Tap, you piece of shit, tap!
Cyrus: But he’s not going to do it! Benjamin Bright could kill Ciaran Kennedy but he’s not going to tap out!
SoL: It’s always deadly when one confuses stupidity with bravery!
Cyrus: Not deadly anymore as Benjamin Bright uncharacteristically releases the hold. That’s not quite patient, is it?
SoL: What happened to him? He was on a roll!
Cyrus: Benjamin Bright now displaying his massive strength, lifting Ciaran Kennedy off the floor, trying to go for a powerbomb!
SoL: This should finish him off! If it doesn’t, I don’t know what will!
Cyrus: He’s got him up, he’s going down... BUT CIARAN KENNEDY COUNTERS IT INTO A DDT! This could be the opening he needs!
SoL: No, just you wait and see, he’s gonna crash and burn soon enough. He’s just too beaten up to mount any kind of solid offense!
Cyrus: You never know what might happen. Ciaran Kennedy now landing kicks to the side of Benjamin Bright, trying to get the big man down... there’s the gutbuster by Kennedy! He makes the cover! One, two – kickout by Benjamin Bright!
SoL: Now look at him, he’s hopping around the ring like a retard!
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy moving around the ring to ensure his agility, and now he runs up to Benjamin Bright, step up, there’s the enzuigiri! The giant Bright is knocked back down like a tree in the forest!
SoL: I can tell you, Cyrus, that this one makes a sound!
Cyrus: ...All trees make a sound when they fall, SoL. Don’t get me talking about perception and reality, you will not like it when I go all philosophical on you.
SoL: Uh... yeah. It’s best that you don’t.
Cyrus: Anyway, Ciaran Kennedy is raining knees and clotheslines to Benjamin Bright, and while he manages to knock him down, he’s not going for the pin. It may be smart that he’s looking for a big move to seal the deal, but it may be stupid that he’s not making an attempt because who knows, he might get the three count.
SoL: Are you serious? Just because Benjamin Bright’s getting re-acquainted with the canvas doesn’t mean he’s really down and out.
Cyrus: You never know, SoL. No one does. Anyway, Ciaran Kennedy is a house of fire right now, and he’s hooked Bright up, and there’s the Kennedy Effect!
SoL: Matt Hardy wannabe!
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy should be getting the pin right here, but he’s not! He’s stalking Benjamin Bright! What else does he have planned for the Professor of Patience?
SoL: Either he’s trying to cover all bases or be a stupid showman. Flashy moves don’t win you the match, pinfalls or submissions do! Get to work, greenhorn!
Cyrus: Benjamin Bright slowly gets up... there’s Ciaran Kennedy going in for the kill like a viper pouncing upon its prey, Ciaran Kennedy tries to hoist all three hundred and thirty-seven pounds of Benjamin Bright!
SoL: No way! He’s just too big! He can’t hit the Lightning Spiral with almost a hundred-pound difference!
Cyrus: He calls it the Next Level, and the near-hundred pound difference is taking to effect here as Ciaran Kennedy’s having difficulty with his follow-through!
SoL: There we go, Benjamin Bright slid out of the hold and look at that!
Cyrus: Benjamin Bright nails the Observance!
SoL: And now he’s looking to lock Patience in!
Cyrus: Now he’s attempting to get Ciaran to submit again! Will he tap out? Will he tap out? CIARAN KENNEDY TAPS OUT!
Sarah: And here is your winner, by submission... BENJAMIIIIIN... BRIGHT!!!
Benjamin Bright (4.1 aps + 0.85 avs = 4.95 total) Ciaran Kennedy (2.95 aps + 0 avs = 2.95 total)
SoL: I told you, Cyrus! No amount of heart can withstand a strategically-timed submission hold!
Cyrus: Ciaran Kennedy gave it his all, but he was just too beaten down to finish the job! What a debut for these two superstars tonight!
SoL: Heh. Now that’s over, can we please get to the main event? I’ve got a party later tonight!
Cyrus: You’re gonna have to hold your pee in, New Breed, as we’re obligated to cut away right now for a few words from our sponsors. We’ll be back with more VCW action, ladies and gentlemen!
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Post by Ro on Apr 3, 2008 9:48:24 GMT -5
Captain Courage and the Great Nodnarb are in the backstage area, walking in the hallways.
Courage: So Great Nodnarb, how will you win your match later?
Nodnarb: The Great Nodnarb will greatly win the match by being great! ...And by executing the great Nodnarbian Special!
Courage: That’s... great! Who are you planning to do it to-
iSav appears before them. At the sight of him, Captain Courage goes into a defensive stance.
Courage: VILLAIN!
iSav: Pathetic ones, remove yourselves from my way.
Courage: You still owe me for what you did, villain!
Nodnarb: You greatly owe him!
iSav: A debt, you say?
Nodnarb: A great debt!
Courage: You ruthlessly assaulted me, villain, after I valiantly defeated you!
Nodnarb: A great defeat!
iSav: Hah! This does not concern me anymore. You two are nothing but a couple of idiots and if you do not move out of my way, I will do the unimaginable to your souls.
Nodnarb: Great idiots!
Courage: Hell yeah!
Nodnarb and Courage look at iSav before moving on. iSav just shakes his head and continues walking.
Sarah is standing in the middle of the empty ring, the participants of the last match having barely left.
Sarah: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event! This match will be a Fatal Fourway match, to determine who will advance to round 3 of the Seraphim Falls Tournament!
DragonForce’s “Revolution Deathsquad” plays over the PA system as Andrew Carpenter emerges from the back, carrying a thick piece of wood and a can of lighter fluid. He is looking pretty focused. Suddenly there is a lull period in his entrance theme and he uses this to stop and light his torch. In time a guitar chord plays again and Andrew raises his torch high as pyros shoot from the stage, and he proceeds to the ring.
Sarah: Making his way to the ring, from Portland, Oregon, weighing two hundred and three pounds... he... is... ANDREWWWWWWWWWWWW... CARPENTERRRRR!!!
SoL: This guy just tried to set fire to the building earlier!
Cyrus: Well, you can’t deny the fact that Andrew Carpenter is a man who is in love with fire, SoL. Hell, I think we might see a little fire show later tonight if he’s lucky.
SoL: The man is a walking arson case, Cyrus! A liability to this company!
Cyrus: Stop being a whiny bitch, will you? If he sets the ring on fire, then you be the first to extinguish it!
The drum intro that opens for Eddie Van Halen’s guitar-shredding on “Eruption” selfishly takes over the DragonForce song as the Great Nodnarb is sprinting towards the ring at full speed!
Sarah: Coming from that place over there, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds, he is the GRRRRRRRREAT... NOOOOOOODNARB!!!
Nodnarb pulls out a stopwatch from inside his tights. He checks the time and goes over to Sarah.
Sarah: ...Uh, the Great Nodnarb wishes for me to announce that his record time was ten seconds!
SoL: What, no one needs to know that!
Cyrus: I’m inclined to agree with you, New Breed, but this just makes me more interested in this Nodnarb character.
The arena lights go dim as “Insects Destroy” by Pulley begins to play. The song speeds up after a while and Thomas Hookton emerges from behind the curtains. He slowly makes his way to the ring, not minding the fans that adore him.
Sarah: And from the city of St. John, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the Working Class Hero, THOOOOOMAAS... HOOOOOOOOOOKTOOOON!!!
SoL: Thomas Hookton is just bitter because he can’t live the high life like the New Breed is.
Cyrus: For once in your life, SoL, you’ve got something right. Thomas Hookton has been held down by society, and he’s literally getting to grips with adversity as he begins paving his way to success right here at the Seraphim Falls Tournament.
SoL: And like every other obstacle in his life, he’ll be walking out of this match a loser! He’ll never achieve anything!
Cyrus: I wouldn’t be so quick to make such a conclusion, SoL, that’s the kind of thing that fuels Thomas Hookton’s inner fire.
SoL: Whatever you say, “Shadow Master”, whatever you say. What I do know is that this next guy is the damn future of Vendetta Championship Wrestling!
The next guy in question comes out as Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt” begins to play. This is Apathy, accompanied by his girlfriend Alice DuBois. He is walking slowly and smugly to the ring, carrying a bottle of Jim Beam whiskey.
Sarah: And finally, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and forty-three pounds, he... is... APATHY!!!
SoL: I can see this man going very far in this promotion, Cyrus. I can see it.
Cyrus: Way to call out your predictions before the match’s started, New Breed. The bell rings and off we go, each man is sizing up their three opponents, and it isn’t soon before Apathy is beating up on Thomas Hookton and Andrew Carpenter taking shots at the Great Nodnarb!
SoL: You know, Tommy Hookton had no business scrapping up Apathy earlier tonight, it’s none of his business how he treats his ladies!
Cyrus: A little medieval, aren’t we SoL?
SoL: What? What the hell you talking about?
Cyrus: Never mind. Wow, Apathy manages to hoist the lighter Hookton into a gorilla press slam – but no, he switches it to a samoan drop! I’m told he calls that one the Dixie!
SoL: He makes the cover! Apathy’s so great he’s gonna win this one quickly!
Cyrus: But I think the Great Nodnarb’s gonna take an issue to that statement SoL, and there’s the dropkick to Apathy, that’ll break up the pin attempt!
SoL: Oh, boy, he just pissed off further a man who’s already pissed off enough!
Apathy gets up, irate at the dropkick from the Great Nodnarb. Andrew Carpenter charges at Apathy but Apathy nails him with a clothesline. Nodnarb takes shots at Apathy’s face but Apathy doesn’t sell.
SoL: No matter what he does, the size advantage is way too distinct. Shots to the face won’t fell Apathy!
Cyrus: Sadly, it’s true, and Apathy manages to catch Nodnarb’s right hand as Apathy lifts him up for the flapjack and there’s a cutter in mid-air! But... wait, damn! Thomas Hookton is back up and he nails a dropkick to Apathy as he’s falling down! What a move!
SoL: It’s official, Thomas Hookton is a spot-monkey!
Cyrus: And Andrew Carpenter springboards into a moonsault, landing on Thomas Hookton! Carpenter hooks Hookton up! One... two... kick-out!
SoL: You just made a little tongue-twister there.
Cyrus: Interesting, isn’t it? Everyone’s down, Andrew Carpenter tries for the pin again! One... tw- Hookton gets a shoulder up before the referee could count two!
SoL: That hooligan Andrew Carpenter gets up to his feet, and what now, he thinks he can take on Apathy?
Cyrus: Andrew Carpenter taunting Apathy to get up as I think he’s planning to hit something big on the wily Texan. He starts running!
Carpenter runs toward Apathy but Apathy moves out of the way and sends Carpenter flying over the top rope!
SoL: EPIC FAIL! This Pyromaniac is gonna be out of commission for a while!
Cyrus: Nodnarb and Hookton now exchanging blows with one another, and Hookton manages to catch the Great Nodnarb into an irish whip... into Apathy!
SoL: But Apathy doesn’t feel it! Nodnarb’s too small! Shades of his fellow Texan Stan Hansen as Apathy nails a heavy short-arm lariat into the Great Nodnarb!
Cyrus: And now Thomas Hookton is taking it to the man with stiff lefts and rights to the face of Apathy!
SoL: A Canadian and a rich redneck! This is fantastic!
Cyrus: Now here's a real battle! Both men sending fists to the other, seeing which one will give way!
SoL: Apathy shouldn't!
Cyrus: But neither would Hookton, he's just way too determined!
SoL: Determination won't kill a lion, Cyrus!
Cyrus: Really? I've seen bigger things killed by determination.
SoL: Bah!
Cyrus: Apathy now gets the upper hand as he sends Thomas Hookton to the ropes, and he runs the ropes too, looking to nail a huge spear on Hookton, but Hookton moves out of the way and Apathy ends up spearing the referee! The referee’s down!
SoL: That’s the first ever ref bump on VCW, Cyrus!
Cyrus: Great for you to keep track of, SoL. Apathy is pissed! Hookton’s throwing his best punches but Apathy’s a better brawler!
SoL: Well, of course he is, he’s from Texas!
Apathy goes over to the ropes and shouts at Alice, and Alice gets him the bottle of whiskey.
Cyrus: What the hell? Alice just handed him the Jim Beam!
SoL: I love this! Liquor and fighting go hand-in-hand!
Cyrus: He's brandishing the bottle, and now he's stalking Hookton!
Apathy knocks Hookton in the face with the bottle, causing the glass to shatter and the whiskey to spill all over the canvas!
Cyrus: Oh my god, this just turned into a bar brawl!
SoL: In true redneck style!
Cyrus: What's Apathy gonna do next?
Apathy picks up Hookton for the Blood Stained Banner, but all of a sudden, Andrew Carpenter slides in the ring and hits Apathy smack in the face with his burning torch! The crowd breaks out into a massive holy shit, and Alice DeBois is cheering!
Cyrus: OH MY GOD! ANDREW CARPENTER WITH THE FLAMING TORCH TO APATHY’S FACE! THE SPILLED WHISKEY WON'T HELP THAT!
SoL: The pyromaniac just burned Apathy! He’s gonna regret doing that!
Cyrus: CARPENTER MAKES THE PIN! BUT THE REF’S STILL DOWN!
SoL: But he’s getting up slowly! Take your time, ref!
The ref gets up enough to make the count.
Cyrus: ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR- Great Nodnarb breaks up the cover by executing a Senton Bomb from the top turnbuckle!
SoL: Yes! Apathy’s still in the match!
Cyrus: I don’t know, I think he’s done for tonight! Thomas Hookton dragging Nodnarb and making the pin! ONE! TWO! Nodnarb kicks out of the pin!
SoL: And what’s he doing now?
Cyrus: Hookton is applying a body-scissors to Nodnarb! Hookton has a background in amateur wrestling, and a pretty tight hold on Nodnarb’s torso, can he make Nodnarb tap?
SoL: A part of me wants him to tap because he looks so stupid, but another part of me doesn’t want Hookton to win, just for the sheer fun of it!
Cyrus: Nodnarb is hanging on by a thread, I think he’s about to tap, I think he’s about to drop his hand... but no, Andrew Carpenter breaks up the hold!
SoL: After Carpenter just burninated Apathy’s face, it’s just the three of them in this match now!
Cyrus: Carpenter now engaging Hookton one-on-one, the two exchange some blows, and there’s a snap suplex from Carpenter to Hookton! Carpenter gets him up and nails a neckbreaker!
SoL: But now the Great Nodnarb’s back into play as he nails a springboard crossbody from the second rope!
Cyrus: Hookton with a foot to the back of Nodnarb’s head and Hookton capitalizes Nodnarb’s big move with a pin on Andrew Carpenter! ONE! TWO! Carpenter has a shoulder up!
Meanwhile, the Great Nodnarb is back on the top turnbuckle as he’s looking to hit a giant 450 splash on both Andrew Carpenter and Thomas Hookton! But as he is in the apex of his jump, Thomas Hookton moves out from over Andrew Carpenter!
SoL: ...Damn! This guy’s really trying to kill himself!
Cyrus: Huge 450 splash to Andrew Carpenter, and it would’ve been Thomas Hookton too if he didn’t have the presence of mind to move out of the way!
SoL: What, is Nodnarb serious? He’s gonna make the pin? Didn’t he see that Hookerton is still standing?
Cyrus: I guess not, and Thomas Hookton makes quick work as he breaks up the pin and drags Nodnarb up and hits the Tales of Self-Sufficiency! This one is all said and done!
SoL: Dammit!
Cyrus: Hookton makes the pin, the one, the two, the three! Hookton advances to the third round!
Sarah: And the winner of the match is... THOOOOMAAAS... HOOOOOOOKTON!!!
Thomas Hookton (4.23 aps + 0.55 avs = 4.78 total) Andrew Carpenter (3.83 aps + 0.25 avs = 4.08 total) The Great Nodnarb (3.2 aps + 0.05 avs = 3.25 total) Apathy (0 aps + 0 avs = 0 total)
Cyrus: A well-earned win from the self-proclaimed Working Class Hero!
SoL: He stole that one! And if that hooligan Carpenter didn't burn Apathy's face, Apathy would've had this one!
Cyrus: Sore loser.
Eric Ares, Adam Wylde, Exodus and Colt Conrad are all making their way to the ring.
Cyrus: What in the hell is going on here? Superstars are streaming from the back! It’s Eric Ares and Adam Wylde! And there comes Exodus and Colt Conrad!
SoL: I don’t know what they’re doing here, but something tells me this is going to be good!
Cyrus: Adam Wylde is in the ring! He’s grabbing hold of The Great Nodnarb! Sit down powerbomb by Adam Wylde! Ares measuring up Andrew Carpenter... there's the superkick!
SoL: Exodus just spear tackled Thomas Hookton to the ground. He’s busy with a beatdown! This is just too good!
Cyrus: This is despicable! And look at who’s walking down the entrance ramp! It’s Craig Christ! He’s gloating, as usual.
SoL: That’s our leader you’re speaking about. Hold your mouth if you want to keep your job!
Craig: For the second show in a row, it ends with us. There is no justice in VCW... there is ONLY US!
Voice: I don’t think so.
The titantron lights up again with the shadowy figure
Craig: You again! Here to issue more idle threats?
Voice: Oh, I assure you they aren’t idle. I thought you might pull something like this. You see, one thing I know about you, Craig is that you’re predictable. I bet you never expected that I had been rallying the troups.
From behind the curtain John Dunn, Sam & Max, Gregory Best and Romeo come running out. The heels in the ring brace themselves.
SoL: Look at the carnage! Everybody’s beating up everybody!
Cyrus: Gregory Best and Adam Wylde exchanging blows! Best pushing back Wylde and running in with a clothesline! He just knocked him over the top rope!
SoL: Romeo and Exodus are exchanging blows now! Sam & Max coming into help! They both grab hold of Exodus and launch him over the top!
Cyrus: Look at Dunn and Ares! They’re also busy in an intense battle! But Ares with a thumb to the eye… which Dunn blocks. Neckbreaker by Dunn! And Ares rolls out of the ring, but Sam & Max meet him on the outside!
SoL: Oh no… look who’s left in the ring.
Cyrus: Our general manager Craig Christ is the last man of his team in the ring!
SoL: And here comes Colt Conrad! I knew Mitchell and Christ were plotting something earlier! Conrad is in the ring! He’s flailing his arms, taking out members of the Faces of Anonymity right and left!
A small, masked man comes down the ramp and enters the ring, helping out Conrad clean house.
SoL: Who's that guy?
Cyrus: I think that's rookie signee Fuego Mistico! Don't tell me he's in cahoots with Christ!
SoL: Well, as long as he's with Christ, he's all right in my book!
Cyrus: This is despicable! And now Ares, Wylde and Exodus are all back in. Blows being exchanged by all of the men! And... that’s cowardly! Christ has rolled out and is walking away!
Voice: Not so fast, Christ! I think there’s something you should know. At VCW 1.3, you will be facing none other than JOHN DUNNNN!
Cyrus: Wow, this mysterious co-general manager has just booked Christ in his debut match! Next week, it’ll be Craig Christ vs Johnathan Dunn!
SoL: That’s all we have time for this week, folks. Be sure to tune in next week for more VCW Live!
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Post by Ro on Apr 4, 2008 4:05:50 GMT -5
Finally, after an inhuman amount of delays (well, that's an exaggeration), this bad boy is finally UP!
PARTY!
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Post by The Pyro on Apr 4, 2008 4:26:40 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome. Loved my match and the rest were OK, I guess Like how the storylines are developing.
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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 Apr 4, 2008 6:59:53 GMT -5
Big fans of the storylines too. I like the Wizard of OZ feeling going on with the voice on the titantron. Some of the segments seemed a little rushed on this badboy, but all in all it was well done. Congrats to all the winners/loser and writers.
IC: This is what it has come to Christ. You bring in your goons at the end of the night to threaten the workers. You try your best to hold us down and oppress us well I'll tell you what. What you are oppressed you repress. And when you repress you become depressed and when you're depressed you supress. And once you are supressed there is only one thing to do...Suplex.
I am coming for you Christ and I'll have an army behind me, don't doubt that.
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Post by Ciaran Kennedy on Apr 4, 2008 8:40:41 GMT -5
Great show guys well in.
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Post by Ro on Apr 4, 2008 8:49:52 GMT -5
Some of the segments seemed a little rushed on this badboy, but all in all it was well done. Oh Mr. Hookton, you have no idea.
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Bright
Developmental Talent
Watching. Waiting. Ever So Patient
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Post by Bright on Apr 4, 2008 9:01:16 GMT -5
I am too inebriated to post seriously right now But when sober, constructive criticism will follow. But in general, great job to the staff, and especially to the bookers, placing a lot of mystery in the storylines, especially this new unknown character challenging for power.
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Post by Ro on Apr 4, 2008 9:07:05 GMT -5
I have a feeling that the revelation of this mystery dude will turn out to be anti-climactic. And... oh noez, constructive criticism!
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Mr. Thomas Hookton
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If Heaven Rides Against Us, Then Gods Be Damned
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Post by Mr. Thomas Hookton on Apr 4, 2008 9:26:32 GMT -5
haha yes I've been informed about the situations surrounding the show. It was quite well done given the circumstances. A few things here and there but afterall it is the second show, perfection doesn't just occur, unless you are Ares.
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Post by Eric Ares on Apr 4, 2008 10:54:06 GMT -5
A few things here and there but afterall it is the second show, perfection doesn't just occur, unless you are Ares. OOC: This man speaks truth. IC: This man speaks truth, one step closer ladies and gentlemen.
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Post by The Coming on Apr 4, 2008 11:20:41 GMT -5
Make sure you enjoy your time with Dunn, Craig. I may have a few more surprises waiting for you, especially come the PPV.
Not long now.
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Austin
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Post by Austin on Apr 4, 2008 11:36:29 GMT -5
Good show here, and quite a bit of segments. Kudos to staff.
IC: Down with the Sickness.
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Exodus
Lower Midcarder
A mystery wrapped within an enigma
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Post by Exodus on Apr 4, 2008 12:59:01 GMT -5
OOC: Damn, a 4.425! The scores are out of 5, right? Either way, awesome!
Also, I am very interested in how the battle lines are being drawn here. War is always an interesting dynamic to come into play.
Good show guys, glad to be a part of this.
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Post by Erich Ahriman on Apr 4, 2008 14:56:14 GMT -5
Great show everyone, even though i've stated i won't be taking part anymore if the Erich vs Romeo match still goes on i'll promo for it. Don't wanna give Romeo an easy ride .
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RaTo
Developmental Talent
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Post by RaTo on Apr 4, 2008 14:59:08 GMT -5
Great show people. Loving the storyline development. Good job!
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Austin
Lower Midcarder
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Post by Austin on Apr 4, 2008 15:06:01 GMT -5
OOC: I wanted to see the GOOOOOOOAAALLLLL!!!
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Cain Ravid
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"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
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Post by Cain Ravid on Apr 4, 2008 18:08:07 GMT -5
OOC: Nice show overall. The amount of segments was a vast improvement over last show, however in my opinion, Craig Christ was a little "overexposed" in this show. He was in almost every segment. I understand that a faction war is trying to be developed and that Christ is the head of one side, but reading about him after almost every match made the show seem a little stale/predictable to me. But that was just a minor blemish on an overall great show!
Also, for my own personal glorification and satisfaction Cain needs to be featured far more in future shows ;D
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Post by Ro on Apr 4, 2008 20:49:26 GMT -5
OOC: Craig Christ = Jaro Lite.
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iSav
Developmental Talent
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Post by iSav on Apr 5, 2008 14:50:03 GMT -5
OOC: whoever wrote my segment is greatness incarnate.
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Post by Mortus on Apr 5, 2008 16:10:57 GMT -5
FUCKING CHRIS!
Know that Anonymous only undertakes SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS.
Install some new curtains, and buy a dog.
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cc
Developmental Talent
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Post by cc on Apr 6, 2008 13:54:09 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome show guys.
IC: iSav will be stuck down with the power of justice soon enough.
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Ice Pik
Developmental Talent
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Post by Ice Pik on Apr 6, 2008 17:24:17 GMT -5
Yo, Pik! You believe dis bullllllllllllshit! One nigga on the whole goddamn show! An' he gotta be a muthafuckin' crackhead. What kinda racist ass bullshit is dis! Pik, we has gots to start beatin' down these white boys post haste, my nigga. Post muthafuckin' haste.
Sho 'nuff!
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Post by The Pyro on Apr 6, 2008 17:37:33 GMT -5
You are incredibly annoying.
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Ice Pik
Developmental Talent
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Post by Ice Pik on Apr 6, 2008 17:51:53 GMT -5
And you are incredibly fucked if you man up and step in the ring with Ice Pik.
Sho 'nuff!
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