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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 5, 2006 21:50:09 GMT -5
September 13, 2006~ THIS WEEK ~ Sergei Sokol ~VS~ Kevin Cage ~VS~ "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan "The Misfit" Rob Frias ~VS~ "Wild Card" Scotty Long "The Tempest" Jose Reyes ~VS~ "The Tradition" Seamus Anderson (c)~ PLUS ~ [/size]  "The Scourge" Jeremy Tolliver ~VS~ "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas Gigante Fujima ~VS~ Jacob Black "The Italian Flame" Luigi Guarino ~VS~ "The Notorious" 187 "The Reptile" Sarah Cole ~VS~ Laura Lowell[/center]
Card is no longer subject to change.
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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 5, 2006 21:53:52 GMT -5
Samantha Swift is sitting at her desk as she finishes folding up some paperwork.
"Hello everyone and welcome to Vegas Championship Wrestling's Longshot. Last week, we all witnessed history as all three championships were decided.
"Tonight the VCW Las Vegas Championship will be defended. The challenger? Why that will be whoever cuts the promo and impresses me with their desire to hold the title. So by all means, go wild with your interviews tonight, because it could earn you a title shot.
"Thank you and enjoy the show everyone."[/color]
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Post by Narv on Sept 5, 2006 23:51:49 GMT -5
Motorhead's "Limb from Limb" blasts through the speakers, as Sergei Sokol makes his way to the ring. He is dressed in his street suit, and holding a mic.
Good evening, everybody. It's hard to say, but....today I'm here to tell you some really bad news. Somebody sent us a videotape. Very strange videotape. If our operators are ready, we can watch it together now.
It's a very low quality video, probably made with the hidden cam. It shows Samantha Swift in her car, driving. For a few moment nothing special goes on, but after some minutes a dark silhouette rises on the back seat. The silhouette moves forward a bit, so we can see an evil grin on it.
"You could be already dead, baby.."
Samantha flinches, looks in the rear-view mirror and screams. In panic, she tugs the steering wheel, and crashes into something. This is the end of video. Sokol continues his speech.
Everyone of you saw, what happened there. It's a wonder, that Miss Swift had nothing more serious, than a short pass-out. Consequences could be terrible.
On the previous show I blamed Larry Jordan for being a shame to all bodyguards. Nobody heard me. Now you have seen, what I was talking about.
Where was Jordan? Why he did not secure Miss Swift?
I don't know. Neither do you, I suggest.
But today I can't see any other way for Jordan to leave his job, or to prove his skills in this ring.
I want to test him by my own. As you know, I left army some years ago. I know a lot about guarding. But does Jordan cost anything, as a bodyguard? I don't think so.
So, I want to test his skills. Today. Before It's too late.
Sokol makes a pause, and waits for any reaction.
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Post by Juan Hefe on Sept 6, 2006 7:20:44 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]A Mission Failed[/glow]
"Black" Jack Dunnigan is pacing in a backstage locker room as "The Notorious" 187 sits on a bench, taping up his fists.
"Yo Jack, sit your ass down! You're making me nervous."
Dunnigan stops and gets in 187's face.
"You're nervous?!? You screwed up last week Brody! The ring didn't show any signs of sabotage!"
187 gets up, thus forcing Dunnigan to step back.
"Hey, I tampered with the ring, JACK. The problem is that Swift has safeguards in place to prevent sabotage. Tell your handlers that I don't do miracles."
Dunnigan grumbles while taking a note out of his pocket.
"Yeah, well this week should be simple. Go out there and promo for a match."
187 looks puzzled.
"Thassit? Nothing else than that?"
Dunnigan shakes his head.
"Well, there is the little matter of you having to throw the match."
"The Notorious One" grinds his teeth and smacks a fist into his palm.
"This is getting really old, really fast Jack."
[glow=white,2,300]The Misfit Speaks[/glow]
The scene "The Misfit" Rob Frias is crouched on a stack of boxes in a dimly lit corner of the VCW Arena. He appears to be in deep meditation when his eyes suddenly open.
"Scotty Long, last week I warned you about the one who calls himself El Hijo Del Perra. Did you listen? No, of course you didn't."
Frias jumps down from his perch and advances on the camera.
"This week, your redemption may be at hand. You see, I will challenge you to a match Scotty. But not any kind of match. It will be a boiler room brawl match."
"The Misfit" turns and walks from one end of the hallway to the other, still speaking but not looking at the camera.
"Now, you may ask yourself, "How does this redeem me?" The answer Scotty, is that I will place your redemption in my able hands."
Frias hops back up on his perch and fixes his eyes on the camera.
"Of course, if you do not want my help, I will have to let EHDP destroy you and your fragile career. Your choice Scotty, choose well."
"The Misfit" Rob Frias closes his eyes as the scene fades to black.
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Post by EELON on Sept 6, 2006 12:16:54 GMT -5
As Sokol waits for a reply from Larry Jordan "st. Anger" by Metallica hits and Kevin Cage walks out.
"No no, comrade! That ain't gonna happen, Larry Jordan is mine! He and I have some... unfinished business! And besides, you can't have a frickin' Russian as a bodyguard anyway. Know why boy?! Cuz there all stupid!
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Post by Narv on Sept 6, 2006 13:04:09 GMT -5
For a moment Sergei looks boiled with anger, but he collects himself an smiles.
Look, who is talking! What a good example of a looser came down here. Some other criminal, who tells me that he has "unfinished business" with our bodyguard-from-the jail. What's happened, pal, Jordan didn't share stolen money with you?
Sokol becomes serious.
Listen to me carefully. Put my words in your ears, i'm not going to repeat twice. You and Larry are a pair of poor, worthless degenerates, who doesn't know what is honor. You are shame of a society, some miserable dumbasses who cannot live fairly. And you think you pretend to be a bodyguard of such a respectable lady, like Miss Swift?
ARE YOU MAD?
I won't let any criminal to take care of her. You can't even protect yourself, bastards. She deserves something better, than a bunch of useless criminals.
You can stick your business in your dumb ass, like they did in jail with you. Today - is MY day, so get out of here, NOW!
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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 6, 2006 19:49:58 GMT -5
"The Wild Card" Scotty Long is striding through the corridor in the back. He speaks into the camera as he moves swiftly.
"Hey Frias! I'm on my way to the boiler room right now. Are you aleady there? Or do I have to wait for your freaky ass too? You reeeeeally pissed me off last week. You are going to regret challenging me to this match."
"Scotty reaches a door that reads 'Boiler Room' and throws it open. Loud machinery can be heard churning away inside. Scotty enters the room and slams the door behind him. He can be heard from inside the room, though it is muffled by the heavy door."
"FRIAS!"
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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 6, 2006 19:57:11 GMT -5
"Nothin' But a G-Thang" by Snoop Dogg twists through the speakers of the arena. "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan walks out into the entranceway.
"Sergei, I am a more than capable bodyguard. The incident you put up on that screen was an isolated incident. But I do have a solution to this problem.
"I can kick your head in. Kevin Cage, I can kick your head in too. That's why if you two are both game, Miss Swift has approved a little three-way dance. It just might be between us three."
Larry holds up three fingers.
"And it just might be to determine the #1 contender to the VCW Heavyweight Championship."
Larry lowers two of his fingers as he says '#1' leaving up his index finger until he says 'championship'.
"It's all up to you two, do you accept?"
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Post by Narv on Sept 6, 2006 20:12:28 GMT -5
Sokol looks disappointed, but answers with confidence.
Ok, ok. It seems fair to me. I can't still understand why in hell Cage is involved, but in this situation I don't see any other way to solve it.
Besides, I want to regain the VCW Heavyweight Championship title, since no one here deserves it better, than me.
I accept this fight.
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Post by Juan Hefe on Sept 6, 2006 20:50:39 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]The Wild Card Cometh[/glow]
As "The Wild Card" Scotty Long calls out Frias' name, the lights in the boiler room go out. Suddenly, a flashlight pointing up towards "The Misfit" Rob Frias' ghostly visage lights up.
"Ah, I see you've come to redeem yourself Scotty. Excellent. Lesson number one, embrace pain!"
With a roar, Frias turns off the flashlight and launches himself at "The Wild Card", who has little to no chance to react, especially after the lights in the boiler room come back on with Frias's boot inches away from his face!
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Post by Juan Hefe on Sept 7, 2006 7:17:42 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]A Notorious Challenge[/glow]
187 is still fuming as he exits his locker room, looking for someone, anyone to taunt into a match. As he rounds a corner, he sees "The Italian Flame" Luigi Guarino bullying Lucas Wright.
"Don't make me tear your nut sack off Wright! I am Luigi Guarino and I am better than you!"
"The Notorious One" moves directly behind Luigi and taps him on the shoulder.
"Hey man, how 'bout you pick on someone who'll put up a fight?"
Luigi, infuriated that he's being interrupted, turns and delivers a nasty lariat to 187 who absorbs most of the blow with his face and goes down hard to the ground. Luigi stands over his victim and spits on him.
"You and me, in the ring tonight, wanka!"
Luigi, confident and arrogant, walks away from 187 and towards the ring. Meanwhile, Lucas Wright helps 187 up.
"You really didn't have to do that Mr. Brody. Security was on its way."
187 wipes the blood from his lips and smiles.
"Yeah, but I had to pick an opponent for tonight and you looked like you and your nutsack needed immediate help."
Wright laughs and shakes 187's hand.
"Yeah, I guess me and the boys did need help at that. So shall I make the announcement for tonight then? Luigi versus 187?"
187 nods and goes into promo mode.
"Luigi wants a fight? I'm gonna bring it to him, whether it be in the ring or in the aisle or in the crowd! Prepare to be dissected by a Notoriously Vicious Predator Luigi!"
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Post by Chris on Sept 7, 2006 11:38:59 GMT -5
Lucas Wright is standing right next to Gigante Fujima, ready for an interview with the Big man. Then, Wright asks his first question:
"Ok, Mr. Fujima, I'm glad that you agreed to this interview here. Then, let us start. So, we all had the same question on our minds after last week: What's happening between you and Jeremy Tolliver ?"
Gigante Fujima looks down at the interviewer, and answers, still in a bad mood (like always):
"You know, last week, after Tollivers match against Sokol, I thought about beating this d**n bully up. But, after I saw into his eyes after the attack by Sergei, I changed my mind. You see, his eyes showed me that he was ready to fight me, even after the attack. And that gave him my respect again. So, I raised his hand, and showed my respect. But still, Tolliver and I have some business with each other. So, I'm gonna ..........."
"Lose to the best wrestler alive today."
Fujima and Wright turns around, where Jacob Black is coming to them. Black has a big smile on his face, while Fujima looks at him like he wants to kill him. Jacob Black takes the mic from Wright, and gets into a staredown with Fujima. Then, he moves the mic to his mouth, and says:
"Man, you have to be honered. First, you get beat by "The Fart" Jeremy Tolliver, and you still get a match against me. You ......"
"Who the hell are you ?"
Gigante Fujima is staring angrily at Jacob Black, who just looks at him in disbelieve.
"You don't remember me, do you ? Ok, then I'm gonna give your brain some help. Think a few years back, in Japan. You were on top of the world, and I was just starting. You beat me up so badly that I had to be rushed to the hospital. Three stitches to the head after you drop on my head with that d**n Gigante Head Drop. And now, I want my revenge. You will go down. You ...."
"Are you done now."
Black face turns from pale to red, and he screams angrily into the microphone:
"NO, I'M NOT DONE."
BANG. Fujima hits Black with a big, right hand to the head, knocking Black out cold.
"Now you are."
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Post by Juan Hefe on Sept 7, 2006 11:52:37 GMT -5
[glow=beige,2,300]Pain Train Just Wants to Dance![/glow]
The lights in the arena dim and "Climb Aboard the Pain Train" starts pumping out of the arena speakers. As the horrifyingly horrible vocals of the song start, "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas comes dancing out through the curtains with a microphone in hand.
"THE PAIN TRAIN BE HERE T'MAKE YA' DIG WAAAY DOWN! WOO!!!"
As he reaches the ring, "The Pain Train" jumps up to the apron and suggestively grinds his hips towards one of the better looking female members of the audience.
"OH YEAH BABY, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!! IT'S BABY MAKIN' TIME!!! WOO WOO!!!
"The Pain Train" dances and struts some more in the ring before his agonizing entrance music finally stops. "The Pain Train" adopts a serious pose and points to the entranceway.
"Last week, The Pain Train had to sit back and watch others reach for the Gold! But this week, it's my turn! THAT'S RIGHT! PAIN TRAIN WANTS GOLD AND HE'S GONNA GET IT, SUCKAAAA!!! WOO WOO!!!"
Visibly calming himself down, "The Pain Train" starts removing his clothes to reveal that he's already wearing his ring gear underneath. When he's ready, he starts running around the ring, imitating a train, waiting for an answer to his challenge. The answer comes in the form of "Stayin' Alive" announcing the arrival of "Boppin'" Benny Ray!
(OOC: To be completed by Devlin)
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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 7, 2006 19:49:17 GMT -5
As Ozzy's version of "Stayin' Alive continues to play, the crowd grows anxious since The Bopper is nowhere to be seen. A camera shot shows the backstage area and a blood drenched Bennie Ray laid out, driven through a table. A set of bloody footprints leads toward the 'gorilla position'.
The Pain Train keeps on chugging away in the ring as he watches on the big screen, but a little slower since he doesn't really know what's going on now.
All of a sudden "Stayin' Alive" cuts out and the lights dim to a dull red glow. Slayer's "Raining Blood" blasts out of the speakers. The VCW Heavyweight Champion, "The Scourge" Jeremy Tolliver, enters the arena. His face is covered in dried blood as well as the championship belt over his shoulder.
Jeremy marches down toward the ring and steps over the top rope. The music cuts out and Jeremy snatches Boucher's mic, who quickly exits the ring.
"Bill Dallas, you want to reach for gold. If you can stop me, we'll talk. But for now, I want your blood!"
VCW Senior Referee Doug Thomas slides into the ring as Jeremy charges The Pain Train. Doug calls for the bell and the match begins.
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Post by Vertigolowe on Sept 7, 2006 19:58:55 GMT -5
Backstage, a banner bearing the VCW logo inside a poker chip is dead center in the frame. "The Tempest" Jose Reyes steps into the frame and grabs the camera with both hands, pulling it close to his face.
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear to all of you. I was not put on this planet to be everyone's whipping boy. Each week I get challenged by some new punk because he wants to start himself off with a dubya.
"Well NOT TONIGHT! I am the TEMPEST! And the reason for that is because I am the epitomy of rage! So tonight I'M challenging someone. Seamus Anderson, I want that gold you have, and I'm gonna get it. So screw Samantha Swift's little promo contest. That *BLEEP* wouldn't know a good promo if it bit her in the *BLEEP*!"
Fans who can read lips can tell that Jose used words referring to certain parts of a woman's anatomy that didn't quite get past the censors.
"All we need is for you to accept the challenge. Do your last name justice and accept my challenge."
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