Longshot (July 22, 2009)

[Vertigolowe]

July 22, 2009
Road to Windfall - Week 2


Tyler Marx ~VS~ Jeremy Williams

Totally Delicious ~VS~ Spectre & Toku

Millie Amazing ~VS~ Jenn Wolf

"Grade A Superstar" Bradley Jameson ~VS~ "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan

Veronica Truman ~VS~ Summer Brodey

Michael Stern ~VS~ Jack Francis

Vertigo ~VS~ Bobby Boom

Championship Challenge Qualifier

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Jimmy Richards ~VS~ "The Tradition" Seamus Anderson

Number One Contender
VCW Las Vegas Championship[/color]
"Fabulous" Dan Francisco ~VS~ "Pain Train" Bill Dallas
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[Vertigolowe]

Longshot opens with Jeremy Williams already in the ring. Joe Satriani's "Souls of Distortion" blasts out the speakers and the VCW Juniorweight Champion Tyler Marx makes his way to the ring for a tonight's (non-title) opening match.

Tyler Marx ~VS~ Jeremy Williams

Tyler and Jeremy have a good back and forth of reversals in the early going, but Marx showed why he is the champion and hit the Tank Buster for a victory.

4:16 - Tyler Marx defeated Jeremy Williams


Backstage we join Samantha Swift in her office with Lucas Wright.

"Thank you for joining us again for another episode of Longshot as we march along the road to Windfall on August 22. We now know that it will be Jack Francis challenging Tyler Marx for the VCW Juniorweight Championship. Now, since Vertigo has issued a challenge that involves his career, we will have to wait to hear from Ryan Bowdridge for we can make that match, but I do have another match to announce.

"Starting tonight we will have a series of four matches. The winner's of those four matches will face off in the Championship Challenge at Windfall. The winner of that match will be able to then challenge for any title they choose, any time, any place as long there is a referee and a camera present. The first qualifying match will take place tonight and will feature Jimmy Richards facing "The Tradition" Seamus Anderson."

A commotion can be heard in the hall and "Delicious" Loki Davis saunters into the office.

"Hey Sammy baby! Nice to see you again, quick thing, me and Eucalyptus want to team up. We can be Totally Delicious! Can't you see it? Of course you can. So we need a match to get things rolling..."

"Easy there Loki, I'm already a step ahead of you. 'Lyptus was already in here about five minutes ago and I booked you two against Spectre and Toku. I thin kshe's off trying to find you because your match is next."

"Oh crap."

Loki turns and bolts out of the room as Rihanna can be heard playing over the speakers in the distance.

Totally Delicious ~VS~ Spectre & Toku

Despite Loki having to sprint out to not forfeit the match, Totally Delicious kept the match firmly in their control throughout. The end came when Eucalyptus hit Equality on Toku to score the pinfall.

5:01 - Totally Delicious defeated Spectre & Toku

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Juan Hefe
Julia Fairbottom
"The Pain Train" Bill Dallas
Ted Tsavales
Eats Like Tsavales
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Juan Hefe and Friends Locker Room, VCW Arena...

Juan Hefe sits at his desk, looking over some documents as Julia Fairbottom types away on his laptop.

"Julia, is this the best that Portland Pro can offer? I mean, their going to have 'The Pain Train' Bill Dallas in their main event!"

Julia stops typing and takes the sheet from Hefe.

"Oh sorry Juan, that's a typo! Add a zero to the end of that number!"

Hefe writes in the new number and then walks over to the card table, where "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas, Ted Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales are playing a game of gin rummy.

"Here you go Bill. I've got you booked on a card in Portland next weekend against 'Strong Bad' Sean Bodwin for the tidy sum of five hundred dollars!"

"The Pain Train" grabs the sheet and looks it over. After a few moments he crumples it up and tosses it into the nearest waste basket.

"The Pain Train don't do Portland Hefe. Too many baby mamas in that city, all clamoring for a piece of the Train. WOO WOO!"

Hefe sighs in exasperation.

"What do you mean, too many baby mamas? Define, too many."

"Seven. At last count."

Ted looks up from his cards with a confused look on his face.

"What's a baby mama boss?"

Eats Like Tsavales gives Ted a pat on the shoulder and a fatherly grin.

"TED, a BABY mama is a REALLY short motherLY looking WOMAN. You KNOW, the opposite of BIG BERTHA."

Ted nods as if everything has now cleared up in his muddled brain.

"Oh, sorta like how Mini Frias is a really short, Frias looking...dwarf?"

Julia bursts out laughing. Hefe does a classic face-palm maneuver.

"No Ted. Not at all like that. Anyways, back to you and Portland Pro, Bill. I'll cross it off the list."

"Thanks Hefe, and thanks for setting up that match with the big fruit tonight, you work fast!"

"No problem Bill. As soon as you came over to me last week, I went straight to work..."

"Ahem!"

"Apologies, I sent Julia straight to work at getting you back in the Las Vegas Championship title scene. Tonight's your first shot at redemption."

"Much obliged, now let's get this card game wrapped up fellas, cuz the Pain Train's gotta get in gear to kick some rear! WOOOH! WOOOH!"

[Master Red]

A Video is being shown on the Titiontron and the man doing the voice overs has a chessy professional tone at the same time showing a montage of matches.

V.O- This public service annocement bought to by the office of Jacob Anwar.

A hush comes over the arena

V.O- For too long we have seen superstars to average to compete on the big stage. Now we can see a true wrestling hero...... He is a 1 time Australian-American Tag Team Champion and Simply senational.... But for too long he has been over looked because of his partners like JLA & Steve McCanny but now there is nothing holding him back like a bull out of the gate taking everything out and come out at the top.
Anwar appears in the center of the ring

Anwar- I am waiting for a reply to my open challange. Come on can take the best. Come on. Thats it if no one's coming out i'll have to pick another hopefull in the arena.
Anwar looks around and finds a man sitting down keeping to himself.

Anwar- What about you...

The man points to himself

Anwar- Of course i'm talking to you do you see any other man around here.

A whole groupe of men start yelling at Anwar.

The Man- No thanks.

Anwar- Get in the RING right now or i'll MAKE YOU!

The Man gets up. He is about a half a foot tall than Anwar and a bit big.

Anwar- Whats your name.

The Man- Tony Adams.

Anwar- Who are you here with.

Tony- My brother Earl. Maybe you wanna fight him. He wants to be a wrestler.

Anwar- Come up here Earl

Earl jumps the guard rail and rolls into the ring.

Anwar- Now if you get hurt VCW is not responsible alright.

Earl- DEAL

Anwar- Ring the bell.

Jacob Anwar ~V.S~Earl Adams

Earl Adams runs straight into Anwars arm. Anwar picks him up powerslams him before finishing him with the Star-Light Express.

00:48 Jacob Anwar defeated Earl Adams

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
"Filthy" Rich Burton
Barry Knight
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Solomon's, VCW Arena Food Court...

"Filthy" Rich Burton and Barry Knight are sitting at a table in Solomon's Eatery, a VCW themed pub and eatery just outside the VCW Arena owned and operated by the Swift family.

"You know Bar', with the Andersons back in Vee Cee Dub, with Totally Delicious getting back together, we can't afford to rest on our keisters. We need to plan our next move and make it happen!"

Knight takes a bite of his food, chews it for awhile and swallows it before responding.

"I fin' we should wait for challengers ter sort themselves out and then act guvnah."

"Bo-ring! Let's go attack Seamus after his match with Jimmy Richards!"

Knight downs the rest of his pint and slams his empty glass down on the table.

"Nah George Best for the wicked, wot? Sounds Robin Hood, let's cop Ham and Cheesy."

"Attaboy Bar'!"

Burton waves to their waitress.

"Check please!"

[EELON]

Jacob Anwar has just won his "match" when "Diamonds are forever" hits and Daniel Diamondeye walks out on stage followed by an explosion of cheers from the crowd.

"Lookie here Anwar. Here's the thing: Open challenges are kind of my thing. Yes, I know I've been gone for a while but I like to keep it exclusively mine. So tonight I accept your challenge but call it my own. The Millionaire's Challenge!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?! I just had my match. I won. You can't just..."

"Oh, Jay-A. Don't be like that. My challenge has a cash prize."

Diamondeye drops the mic, rolls inside the ring and calls for the bell to ring...

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
"The Misfit" Rob Frias
Sad Boy
Charon
North Vegas Butcher
Albino Warrior
War Machine
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Room B1, in the VCW Arena Parking Lot...

"The Misfit" Rob Frias is sitting on his throne, idly playing with a set of Chinese Baoding balls.

"This foul night would go so much faster if Mini Frias was here by my side, eager and willing to tazer Sad Boy for my amusement..."

Sad Boy, sitting at the far end of the room, turns his head towards Frias.

"Hey!"

Frias ignores Sad Boy and instead turns towards Charon and North Vegas Butcher.

"You two have been a huge disappointment! Where is Mini Frias? I want him here by my side now!"

Charon bows low and after a moment, North Vegas Butcher remembers his place and bows down as well.

"I apologize for my failure Misfit. I mistakenly enlisted the help of two idiots.."

"But I only see one North Vegas Butcher here Charon."

"..."

"I meant Ted Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales. They led Butcher and I directly into a hardcore battle royale. By the time we extricated ourselves from that fiasco, we were too beaten up to continue our search."

"I see. And what makes you think that your failure will not earn you a beating at my hands?"

North Vegas Butcher goes down to his knees and grovels as close to the ground as he can.

"We aren't done lookin' Misfit! Honest!"

"Butcher speaks the truth. After that night, we spent the rest of the week looking for Mini Frias but to no avail. We will continue looking until he is found or until you tell us to stop."

Frias slumps back in his throne, his expression pensive.

"Forget Mini Frias for now Charon. When he wants to be found, he will be found. In the meantime, let us set our attention on Scott Starnes and his misguided quest to rid Vegas Championship Wrestling of Freaks and miscreants!"

"What is your bidding, Misfit?"

"Take War Machine and Albino Warrior with you and seek out Scott Starnes."

"When you have located Scott Starnes, send them on a suicide mission to attack Scott Starnes!"

Albino Warrior stirs from his post at the door (War Machine mans the other side of the door).

"You know, we're right here Misfit. You could show us a little respect."

"The Misfit" gets up from his throne and walks over to Albino Warrior.

"No."

Albino Warrior is about to breathe a sigh of relief when Frias sends him crashing to the floor with a vicious back-fist to the face.

"Charon, War Machine, take Albino Warrior with you and go make Scott Starnes rue the day he crossed.... The Misfit!"

Longshot goes to commercial as War Machine and Charon pick Albino Warrior off the floor.

[Dazza]

The scene changes to the hallways, where Jack Francis is seen walking towards the camera with a stone-faced expression. He cracks his knuckles and punches his fist, as on-lookers eye the former Juniorweight Champion on his way passed them. After a moment, Jack's walk is interrupted by VCW's leading interviewer, Lucas Wright.

It's question time, Jack, and the people are wondering just one thing---Are you going to follow up on your promise to make Tyler Marx history, or----

Jack impatiently grabs Wright's forearm and pulls the microphone to his face as he eyes the camera.

When Jack Francis makes a promise, Jack Francis keeps that promise.. It doesn't matter to Jack Francis, if Jack Francis has to walk to Tyler Marx's locker-room and beat Tyler Marx down.. It doesn't matter to Jack Francis, if Tyler Marx has run away in fear of Jack Francis ---Oh wait, Jack Francis forgot something ---Tyler Marx had a match tonight---Tyler Marx isn't going nowhere! But that's not all Jack Francis has to say, Lucas Wright, no... Jack Francis has to say one thing to Tyler Marx tonight, and that is that Jack Francis is going to do to Michael Stern what Tyler Marx will never be able to do to Jack Francis in Tyler Marx's entire pathetic life---and that's defeat Jack Francis...One...Two...Three...

Jack pretends to be finished with the interview, and Lucas pulls back his arm, but Jack forcefully pulls it back to him and he shoves his face into the camera like a psychotic clown, as he turns his stoney expression into a maniacal grin.

Tyler Marx better watch Tyler Marx's back... because Jack Francis is always behind Tyler Marx... whahaa.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!

Jack suddenly throws the microphone behind his shoulder and pushes over the cameraman, as he skips away, laughing maniacally, with the fallen cameraman capturing his strange exit upside-down. Jack's laughter can be heard for a few seconds, as the scene changes.

[Dazza]

The scene changes to the locker-room of Dazza "The King", and "The King" is sitting on his couch with an ice-pack on his forehead. He continues to watch his television, which shows last week's moments of Dazza being nailed by the JR Driver.

As he holds the ice-pack and moans in pain, his door gets knocked on a few times. Dazza suddenly throws the ice-pack behind the couch and stands up to do some fake exercises.

Oh, it's you.

"Oh, it's you" indeed, Dazza... Just one question for you, before you go back to whatever it is that you were doing---wow, you should get that looked at, King...

Lucas Wright eyes Dazza's bruised forehead, and "The King" snatches the microphone from his grasp.

I ask the questions around here, Lucas---and you refer to me as "Your Majesty", peasant.

Lucas gulps and corrects his mistake.

Please go on, Your Majesty.

The people saw what happened to their lord last week on Longshot... The people know that I was betrayed by my tag-team partner, Jimmy Richards. Did I see it coming? No, he was a decent-enough man, and teamed with me rather well until last week... but now that his intentions are clear, I'm going to set things right. It doesn't bother me one bit, if he has back-up.. I will demand an answer from that coward, even if it means "hammering" him to do so... Now you may leave, peasant.. I've got some angry pacing to do.

Lucas is shooed out of the room, as Dazza is heard muttering curses.

[Vertigolowe]

Millie Amazing ~VS~ Jenn Wolf

Jenn and Millie had a great back and forth contest with both women getting a number of near falls. At the conclusion of the match, Jenn hit the Wolf Driver to pick up the win.

6:52 - Jenn Wolf defeated Millie Amazing

After the match Arrianna Lyra hit the ring and nailed Jenn with the Dark Kiss. She grabbed a microphone and challenged Jenn to a 'Servitude Match' at Windfall. If Arrianna wins, Jenn becomes the Coven's slave. If Jenn wins, they will leave her alone. She drops the mic on Jenn's chest and walks off.

"Grade A Superstar" Bradley Jameson ~VS~ "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan

Jameson took apart LJ quickly ending the match with the De-Grader.

3:13 - Bradley Jameson defeated Larry Jordan

Veronica Truman ~VS~ Summer Brodey

The VCW Women's Champion looked impressive against Summer, who seemed distracted. Truman looked every bit the champ as she hit the V-Kick, followed by the Truman Frankensteiner for the victory.

4:25 - Veronica Truman defeated Summer Brodey

Michael Stern ~VS~ Jack Francis

Stern and Francis were having quite a match-up until Tyler Marx interjected himself. The Juniorweight Champion came to ringside, surveying his challenger. Michael wasted no time in taking advantage of the distraction. He hit the Stern DDT and scored the win.

7:08 - Michael Stern defeated Jack Francis

Vertigo ~VS~ Bobby Boom

Vertigo again repeated his challenge to Ryan Bowdridge from last week, but again recieved no response. During the match Vertigo looked dominant and quickly put away Bobby Boom with the Balefire Bomb.

3:45 - Vertigo defeated Bobby Boom


After the match Esix Cordero is backstage with Lucas Wright. He promises that he will defeat El Hijo Del Perra next week on Longshot.

Championship Challenge Qualifier

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Jimmy Richards ~VS~ "The Tradition" Seamus Anderson
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Seamus looked dominant early, but Richards began employing some new underhanded tactics against The Tradition. Jimmy caught Seamus with a low blow to set up the JR Driver that earned Jimmy the first slot in the Championship Challenge at Longshot.

6:59 - Jimmy Richards defeated Seamus Anderson

After the match Sledgehammer Justice hit the ring and gave Seamus a beating. Richards smirked and walked off. Kaelan came out with a chair to make the save.

Number One Contender
VCW Las Vegas Championship

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"Fabulous" Dan Francisco ~VS~ "Pain Train" Bill Dallas
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Bill and Dan fought tooth and nail, back and forth throughout the match. Each hit the trademark moves, but in the end the bell rang to signal the end of the match due to a time limit draw. There couldn't be any extra time as Longshot ended following the match.

15:00 - Dan Francisco & Bill Dallas fought to a Time Limit Draw.

[Devlin]

Following his match, Jack Francis staggers to his feet, clutching his head, still throbbing from a Stern DDT. Michael Stern has climbed out of the ring and is celebrating his victory to a chorus of boos, as Tyler Marx looks on, laughing maniacally as usual. However, his laughing slowly dies, as he attracts the death glare of a rather pissed off Jack Francis. He slowly exits the ring, causing Marx to slowly back up the ramp from whence he came. Jack begins to follow him, and Marx does not hesitate- he runs away, up the ramp and to the backstage area. Jack Francis follows him, hot in pursuit.

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Later On...

The camera cuts to Marx sprinting across the car park, laughing like a lunatic and looking behind him to see Jack Francis closing in. Marx comes to a car with blacked-out windows, and bangs on the roof. "PUNCH IT!" He yells, swinging the door open and closing it behind him. The car springs to life and roars away, as Jack Francis watches in frustration.