Longshot (January 3, 2007)

[Vertigolowe]

January 3, 2007

Card is NOT subject to change.

VCW Heavyweight Championship
Eucalyptus ~VS~ Kevin Cage (c)

Number One Contender
VCW Women's Championship
"The Reptile" Sarah Cole ~VS~ Shaunna Vulpen ~VS~ "The Queen" Lisa Guarino

Championship Challenge
Beat the Clock Match
"The Notorious" 187 ~VS~ Andy Montoya

"The Misfit" Rob Frias & Charon ~VS~ Los Luchadores

Sergei Sokol ~VS~ Bill Seal

Major Mudd ~VS~ George Vile

"The One and Only" Dean Richards ~VS~ "The Great" Toku

[Vertigolowe]

The scene opens with Samantha Swift sittin gin her familiar position, behind her desk.

"Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Longshot!

"Based on what happened last week following the Juniorweight Championship Match, I am making an official match tonight. It will be "The Misfit" Rob Frias and Charon teaming up to take on Los Luchadores, El Hijo Del Perra and Super Cabra.

"Also we will determine the number one contender to the VCW Women's Championship. It will be "The Reptile" Sarah Cole vs Shaunna Vulpen vs "The Queen" Lisa Guarino, with the winner facing "Beautiful" Brooke Sage at Wheel of Fate."[/color]

[Narv]

Sergei Sokol and Sarah Cole are convoying Samantha Swift through the corridors of VCW Arena, when they meet Bill Seal, waiting them near the door of Samantha's office.

Good day, Miss Swift. Good day, Sarah. Sergei, can I talk to you?

Sokol looks at Samantha, and she gives him an approving nod. Then Sarah and Samantha enter the office, as Sergei turns back to Bill.

What do you want?

Let me introduce myself. I am USAF instructor, senior lieute...

DAMN YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT?

A match, son. Just a match.

What for?

I've always wanted to kick the russian soldier's ass, but never had a chance to do it.

Well - Sokol grins - you're just entered the VCW roster, and you came here to ask ME for a match only to taste the Russian fists on your own head? Definitely, you've got your chance.
Today, in this very ring you'll get what you want. Now get out of here, I have work to do.

Sokol spits on the floor, and enters the office.
Bill Seal whispers "Son of a bitch!", and leaves the area.

[ryanrev]

"Binge" by Papa Roach hits and out comes a rather cheerful looking Scott Starnes with a microphone in hand. Scott enters the ring and undoes his robe spreading the two sides as far as his arms can reach to reveal his newly won Las Vegas title similar to how Shane McMahon showed off his European title.

First of all Rob Wallace you Scottish bastard take a long, hard look at this title because its the closest you'll ever get to it aslong as I'm champion. I proved that Wallace beating me last time was because of the attack he did to me and not him being a better wrestler which I proved a week ago at Longshot. Don't worry Wallace just because your not getting this belt off of me doesn't mean its the last time me and you face each other! I'd like to announce that it will be me Scott Starnes vs. Rob Wallace at the first CPW Sanitarium of '07 in Pure rules, the rubber match! Actually one more thing about Wallace is I'd like to thank him. Confused? Let me explain. You see because of Wallace I have made VCW history by being the first ever 2 time VCW Las Vegas Champion and to prove I am the greatest VCW Las Vegas champion ever one lucky VCW wrestler in the back will face me at Wheel of Fate for it'll be a Scott Starnes invitational. It doesn't matter who it is I can defeat anyone in any rules if I set my mind to it so lets get it on!

[jackvengeance]

Degradation

~Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness

And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me

Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness

Bullsh*t fakers, enchanted kingdoms

The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth

I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship

I never let on that I was down~

::Jack Vengeance parts the curtains and makes his way to the ring with a somber walk. Clean shaven and dressed unusually well in a clean black suit with a dark grey old fashioned trenchoat on top. He ignores the fanfare from the fans around him and enters the ring. He meets face to face with Scott Starnes.::

"SHUT UP!!! I've had enough. Week in and week out every pretender to the throne arises claiming that they are the messiah of "Pure Wrestling" a ringmaster of "Technical Wrestling" and lastly they even have the audacity to proclaim themselves as great."

::As Jack says that he points directly at Scott. Starnes bring the microphone to his lips. But Jack in a rage swats it right out of his hands.::

"You have no right to speak. You red sack of garbage, take your bathrobe and your mockery of a belt with you on the way out."

::Scott furiously stares at Jack after the disrespect he was just shown. He adjusts the belt around his waist and watches Jack silently with a furious look on his face.::

"Week in and week out the VCW front office parades me out here like a trained chimp to put over workers who can't even go ten minutes into a match without getting winded. Every damn week it's the same thing I'm told "Just one more match Jack and you'll get your shot." Every single F****** week but, like a drug addict I swallow my pride and take my sliver of hope for the week or wallow aimlessly in agony."

"What happens after that is that I'm thrown in to be filler on the card to appease the slot junkies, has-beens and left over strippers that comprise our audience for a measly hundred bucks a night and some of my dignity in return."

"Tirelessly night in and night out, I watch in agony as the Las Vegas Champion is used like a prostitute. It's degraded as every sucker with kick pads and a gimmick holds her. It resides with whoever is available for the week. And last but not least it's name and prestige is kicked out of it and spit on with each and every speech it's pimp of the week delivers. What once represented wrestling and technique is now nothing but, a tattered old whore who clings to whoever is desperate enough and happens to pass through her side of the street."

"The Las Vegas Championship is not Seamus Anderson, The Las Vegas Championship is not Rob Wallace, The Las Vegas Championship is sure as hell not Scott Starnes. It's Jack F****** Vengeance!!!!! Before me the Las Vegas Championship had no identity it meant nothing. But as soon as I gave it an identity, a purpose, and the prestige to stand toe to toe with any belt in this company or industry. Managament and the sea of mediocre talent that is VCW jumped on every opportunity to beat it down and make it the cheap good time that it is now."

"In an ultimate twist of irony that the Las Vegas Championship is now often time defended under "Pure Rules" it's the equivalent of slapping it on its proverbial ass and leaving a dollar on the nightstand."

"The Las Vegas Championship is alot of things but pure, it's not. In fact as of today I discredit that belt and its champion."

::Jack digs into his pocket and slowly lights a cigarette. He stares at the belt around Scott's waist for a moment as he releases a slow drag. Jack digs into his coat pocket and pulls out a couple of dollar bills.::

"VCW has killed the last true bastion of measuring wrestling ability. All that remains is it's corpse which is being paraded around shamelessly by this... nobody."

::Jack drops his cigarette on the canvas and kills the ember with his boot. He hurls the dollar bills at the Las Vegas Championship.::

"Thanks for the memories."

::With that Jack drops the microphone and turns around. He places his hands in his coat pocket and leaves the ring.::

[redninja216]

"Don't Tread on Me" plays on the speakers as Major Mudd walk out to the ring. Mudd is handed a microphone and he speaks.

I'm going to cut through the crap this week. You all know what I think foy uo by now, and I sure as hell know what you think of me

The crowd affirms their emotions to Mudd. Breifly drowning him out with boos.

Yea, thats what I thought. So like I was saying, no useless talking, bring out my opponent.

Mudd drops the mic and waits.

TBC by anyone

[Narv]

Major Mudd doesn't need to wait long. Just as the mic hits the ground, "Big Problems" performed by Love Among Freaks rocks out from the speakers. George Vile appears from the curtains, walking up to the ring carrying a rubber sex-doll.
Mudd looks astonished and steps back a little, as George hugs the doll and slides under the bottom rope.
He performs some taunts with using his "partner", rests it in the corner, and picks up the mic.

What are you waiting for? You've asked to bring out your opponent - here it is!

George points at the doll.

So, cut the crap, sir. We wanna see some action!!

((to be continued by redninja216)) [/b]

[Devlin]

The camera cuts to the backstage corridor, where we see the VCW Las Vegas Champion Scott Starnes walking along, when suddenly...

"Hey, Starnes."

Starnes turns around to see Chris Shawcross approach him, in his street gear.

"You need something?" Starnes asks quickly, clutching the Las Vegas belt tightly.

"Yeah, I heard you were issuing an open challenge- a match against you for the Las Vegas title at Wheel of Fate. I'm here to accept. You don't need to take rubbish from bitter guys like Jack Vegeance- I'll give you the match you deserve. What do you say?"

(TBC by Ryanrev)

[ryanrev]

Jack needs to stop smoking its really bad for his cardio and It'll cost him in big matches. I'm glad that someone of high calibre unlike Jack who I already beat accept my challenge. You got yourself a deal good luck 'cross you'll need it.

[Vertigolowe]

"Fully Alive" by Flyleaf blasts out of the speakers. VCW's Owner Samantha Swift makes her way out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a number of announcements. First of all, at our pay per view, Wheel of Fate, Scott Starnes will now defend the VCW Las Vegas Championship against Chris Shawcross!"

"Tonight though, we still have some great action. First of all, George Vile will take on Major Mudd, there will be no rubber doll involved outside of whatever moral support it provides.

"We will also have tonight, in juniorweight action, "The One and Only" Dean Richards taking on "The Great" Toku!

"Last week, the VCW Heavyweight Champion, Kevin Cage was pinned in a tag-team match. Despite the fact that we may have to rework the promo posters, I will continue to support the fact that if you beat the champion, you get a title shot. So at the pay per view, Ryan Bowdridge will now face the winner of tonight's VCW Heavyweight Championship Match! Kevin Cage will defend his championship against Eucalyptus."[/color]

[RyanBow412]

Ryan is sitting in his locker room, watching Ms. Swift's announcement. After hearing the Eucalyptus/Cage match, he begins to laugh and clap, getting Shaunna's attention.

"What's going on, honey?"

"I might be facing Eucalyptus for the VCW Championship at Wheel of Fate! This makes everything so much easier! If 'Lyptus wins, I get the easiest title shot ever!"

"What if Cage wins?"

"If Cage wins? How could he? He's mediocre! Besides, I'm better than both of them! Now you go get ready for your match. I've been banned from ringside, so I'll say good luck here. Who knows, if you win, we might have a celebration party."

Ryan gets up and gets close to Shaunna with a sly smile. He gives her a passionate kiss.

"Good luck."

Shunna blushes and giggles. "Thanks, honey."

[MetaSylo]

- lockeroom -

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"Fabulous" Dan Francisco

[/color]
Eucalyptus[/color]

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[/center]

"Fabulous" Dan Francisco finishes pouring himself an appletini as Swift finishes her recent promo. Dan takes a sip and remarks, "mmm, that is deeeeeelicious![/color]"

Just then, Eucalyptus enters the room, iced white mocha in hand. "Dan love, like you have totally gotta try this drink, its like totally awesome![/color]"

Dan walks over to Eucalyptus and takes her drink, and she takes his, and they each take sips. They both tilt their heads at each other afterwards in acknowledgement of how good each of their drinks are. "Honey, have you heard the news?[/color]"

Eucalyptus walks over to the living room and drops her bag and plops down on the couch and says, "Did I ever! Isn't it like totally great news?[/color]"

"Honey, its 'totally fabulous' news! So, what are you going to do?[/color]"

"Like, Imma totally go in there and do what I do best...[/color]"

At the same time, both Francisco and Eucalyptus exclaim, "...kick ass![/color]" "...shop![/color]"

Afterwards, both look at each other oddly. "Huh? Honey, what are you talking about?[/color]"

"Like, the awesome sale going on at the big mall in Vegas, duh! Like, what are you talking about?![/color]"

Dan giggles a bit and grabs Eucalyptus' hand, "Honey, listen to me. 'member last week when you totally mounted Kevin Cage to give us the victory?[/color]"

"For sure! That was like so hot![/color]"

"Well, Swift said that because of that, you're getting a title shot...TONIGHT![/color]"

Eucalyptus' eyes widen and her mouth drops. Dan squeezes her hand to make sure she is still alive. "...uh, 'lyptus honey?[/color]" Eucalyptus quickly stands up from the couch and starts to scream screams of joy, jumping up and down. Dan springs from the couch and joins her as they both scream and hug like giggly girls who just accidentally bumped into the 'hot guy' from 5th period science.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!! Like, oh my god! I like totally have to find something to wear! Oh my god! Is like my hair okay? Oh my god, how is my make up?! OH MY GOD![/color]"

"Teehee, calm down baby. I'll help you get ready. Lets go pick out your attire for the night...maybe that little pink number...[/color]"

The scene ends as Dan escorts a hysterical Eucalyptus to her closet to pick out her ring attire for the night.

[redninja216]

Continued from Narvat

Major Mudd lowers to one knee, picks back up his microphone and stands back up. Mudd lowers his head, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, as if soothing a headache. Hi puts the glasses back on, looks at George Vile and speaks.

Do you think you're funny? Do you think this is cute? This is deplorable. This is disgusting. Look at you, you take pride in being a pathetic piece of trash. You are just another piece of scum for me to wipe off the face of this earth!

Mudd walk over to the rubber doll, pulls it from the corner and tears the head off. He tosses the body out of the ring, then turns and Faces George Vile again.

You are filth.

Mudd tosses the doll head at George Vile and charges after George Vile. Vile catches the head and a tackle from Mudd. A ref runs out and call for the match to start as Vile pushes Mudd off and gets pack to his feet.

[Chris]

The crowd is going absolutely bonkers about what they saw already. A VCW Heavyweight Championship match tonight, a tag team match between Rob Frias, Charon and Los Luchadores. An VCW Woman's Number One contendership match, and many more. The night seems to get even better, when "Nobody's Listening" blares over the speakers, signaling the return of Gigante Fujima. The Hardcore giant enters the arena, and looks to the right, then to the left. He let's out a huge roar for the crowd, who are going absolutely crazy. Fujima makes his way to the ring, looking pissed (as always)

He walks around the ring to grab the microphone from Eric Boucher, who gives it to Fujima. Then, Fujima enters the ring, and wastes no time to start speaking:

"Andersons, you two made the biggest mistake of your life. You tried to end my career, just like you ended Water's. But you failed. I AM STILL HERE. AND I'M GONNA SWEAR TO THE ALL MIGHTY HIMSELF THAT YOU TWO WILL PAY!"

This gets pops from the crowd again, as Fujima continues to speak, his face a mask of rage:

"LET'S CUT THIS CRAP. ANDERSONS, GET YOUR SORRY ASSES DOWN SO I CAN RIP THE APART!"

And again, loud pops from the crowd. But, to everyones surprise, not "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains hits the speakers. It's "Fully Alive" by Flyleaf, and it signals the arrival of VCW owner Samantha Swift, who appears at the ramp with a mic in her hands. She moves the microphone to her mouth to start speaking ...........

{to be continued by V}

[Roy]

The camera opens to a lonesome man sitting comfortably on a seat, head down and hair covering his pasty flesh.

Slowy the man lifts his hand and throws back his long black hair and raises his head to the camera. Before spaking he lifts his other hand to reveal a small bottle of pills, He pops the lid and flings back a few. His face shows pain as he swallows and rests his arms back to a more comfortable position.

Congratulations scotty boy ya stupid piece 'ae shite, yae beat mae, yae beat mae wan on wan and retained the Las Vegas Title. Bit this is only the beginning of oour war. I'm noo backing doon fae you after wan win. I'm a warrior, I come fae a faeimly 'ae warriors and I won't quit fighting until im deed. Listen son I applaud yae fae noo backin doon fae me, bit this time you've bitten aff a little mare than you can chew. You can challenge me ta a match all you want at a CPW show and i'll gladly accept yur challenge. But this won't be the last time we fight, you see what I hold in ma hand here is a rematch clause against you for a shot at the Las Vegas Championship.

In more pain than usual Wallace again takes an un-measured amount of pills and throws them back.

A awready see yee have an opponant fur the PPV but it won't be the only one, as ae right noo im addin maself tae yur match. It will now be a 3-way dance for the Title

Wallace gets up and walks away as the camera is switched off.