Longshot (May 20, 2009)

[Vertigolowe]

May 20, 2009
Road to Snake Eyes - Week 1


Number One Contender Tournament
VCW Women's Championship
Quarter Finals

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Big Bertha ~VS~ Eucalyptus
Hennessy ~VS~ Summer Brodey

"The Sensational" Jacob Anwar ~VS~ Brian Beckett

Water ~VS~ "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan

Bobby Boom ~VS~ "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas

Grade A Tag Team ~VS~ Spectre & Toku

Andy Montoya ~VS~ "The Tempest" Jose Reyes


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[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Lucas Wright
"The Pain Train" Bill Dallas
Water
"Fabulous" Dan Francisco
"The German Wonder" Kurt Engelhorn
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VCW Arena Interview Set...

"Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting edition of VCW Longshot! I'm Lucas Wright, and with me here tonight is someone who has absolutely SHOCKED the wrestling world with his suprising win at All In! Bill Dallas!"

"The Pain Train" Bill Dallas is dressed to kill. He's wearing a shirt that looks like it could've easily cost upwards of ten thousand quid, Italian leather pants (not made out of real Italians for all you squeamish folks out there) and genuine alligator skin cowboy boots. His VCW Las Vegas Championship is strapped securely around his waist.

"YOU GOT THAT RIGHT LUCAS WRIGHT!!! WHOOO WHOOOO!!! BUT THE PAIN TRAIN AIN'T DONE SHCOKIN' Y'ALL!!!"

"Oh? What else could you possibly do that'll top winning the Las Vegas Championship on your first night back?"

"The Pain Train" goes into an elaborate dance routine that includes, spins, flips and splits. When he's done, he wipes the sweat from his brow.

"YOU SIT TIGHT LUCAS WRIGHT! I'M ABOUT TO BLOW YOUR MIND!!! WHOOO WHOOO!!!"

"Hey! You can't come on here!" says Lucas Wright, getting up from his chair as Water barges on to the interview set.

"Hey Lucas, how about you do us all a favour and get the hell out of here? I've got some business to settle with Mr. Former Motivational Speaker over here."

Wright huffs and puffs but still walks off the stage. Meanwhile, on the stage, Water gets right in "The Pain Train's" grill.

"You got a lot of nerve stealing my pin last night." says Water, poking Dallas in the chest hard enough to knock the VCW Las Vegas Champion back a bit.

"AND, you got a lot of nerve pinning me last night." says Water, again poking Dallas in the chest. This time, the VCW Las Vegas Champion holds his ground however.

"AND, you got a lot of nerve if you even THINK about offering anybody but me a shot at your title. Here. Tonight. In Las Vegas Nevada!" says Water, pausing as he waits for the cheap pop that can never come because the interview segment is taped before Longshot.

Dallas looks down at Water's finger and then pries it back in a deft self defence type move.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN INTIMIDATE DA KING FOO'?"

"AH! THAT FRICKIN' HURTS! LEGGO LEGGO LEGGO!" says Water, down on one knee, face contorted in agony.

"No dahrling! Don't let him go, make him beg for it!"

"Fabulous" Dan Francisco hops daintily onto the step and massages Water's shoulders.

"AH! GET OFF ME YOU FRUIT ROLL UP!!! LEGGO LEGGO LEGGO!"

Dallas releases Water's finger and shoves him down with a lazy kick to the chest.

"YOU SHOW SOME RESPECT SON! YOU IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING AND THE FORMER KING!"

Francisco saunters up to Dallas and tries to rub himself up against him. Dallas wisely jumps back.

"Ooooooh, don't be shy dahrling! I just came... ooooh, I LOVE that word... by to make sure that you," says Francisco, licking a finger suggestively and then pointing at Dallas, "And I... Come together... Oh! Hit me baby one more time, hopefully from the back! and put on a show for all those prudes out there!"

"The Pain Train" goes through several facial expressions at this point, five of which are gag reflexes interspersed with looks of pure dread.

"You foolin' me Francisco? The Pain Train don't roll that way."

"And how does the Pain Train roll?"

The three men currently on the VCW Interview Set stage turn and look at the newcomer, "The German Wonder" Kurt Engelhorn. Water is the first to greet the sour kraut.

"Hey, you step off and get bent Engelhorn! This is a discussion that goes from A to B to C!"

Instead of leaving, Engelhorn steps onto the stage and faces down Water.

"And what discussion might this be Water? Oh, wait! Let me guess! You're trying to make a case that you deserve the first shot at Bill's title! And then fruitcake over here is claiming that he's owed the first match on the basis that he is the former champ! Well guess what ladies!"

"What?"

"That was a hypothetical question Water!"

"Well, it sure sounded like a question to me, right Dallas?"

"DAMN DIGGETY!"

"Would you two buffoons shut the hell up! I'm the German Wonder and I deserve a shot at the Las Vegas title!"

"Oh really darhling?"

"Yeah, really."

"NONE OF YOU DESERVE A TITLE SHOT MORE THAN ME! DALLAS AND I HAVE HISTORY!"

"ACRIMONIOUS HISTORY!!! WHOOO! WHOOO!"

"Right, thanks Dallas."

"No probs Bobs."

"Bobs? Anyway, as I was saying...OOOF"

Water goes down in a heap as Engelhorn boots him in the stomach. Enraged, Water recovers quickly and charges Engelhorn but misses and instead tackles Francisco! Eager to jump into the battle, "The Pain Train" attempts to karate kick Engelhorn in the head, but "The German Wonder" catches the leg and sends Dallas flying off the set. Engelhorn can't gloat over his prowess for long however as he is taken out by a "Fab Dan" lariat to the back of the head.

Amidst all of the confusion, Lucas Wright pops up in front of the camera.

"Well folks, if the opening interview segment is any indication, tonight's Longshot is going to be completely CRAZY!!!! Back to you Tim and Dan!"

[RyanBow412]

"3's & 7's" by Queens of the Stone Age starts and Ryan walks out to the arena with Shaunna right next to him and his VCW Heavyweight Belt around his waist. He hops into the ring and grabs a mic.

"Last Saturday, at All In, I proved yet again that I am the greatest VCW Superstar in the roster! I beat not only Scott Starnes, but also Vertigo, a man who has a bit of a history with me. But then, right after I win, Daniel Diamondeye, this upstart young punk, barges in and attacks me. I cannot stand for this! Daniel, you should've known your place and stayed behind that table, calling the plays. But now you've messed with the wrong guy! I demand you come out here and face the consequences!"

Ryan stands in the ring and awaits a reply.

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A huge explosion erupts from the entryway, causing Ryan to jump a little bit. "Last" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers and Vertigo heads out toward the ring. He climbs through the ropes and the music cuts off.

"Ryan, let us not forget that Daniel Diamondeye only got involved after you and Starnes decided to continue beating my ass after the match.

"The way I see it, you and that Canadian scumbag forced his hand."

"Binge" by Papa Roach rips through the speakers and Scott Starnes marches to the ring with a scowl on his face.

"Canadian scumbag? If it wasn't for you getting pinned, I'd be champion right now!"

"Hold on a minute there Scotty. I might have something to say about that."

Ryan holds the VCW Heavyweight Championship up in Scott's face. He swats it to the side and then quickly delivers a sidekick to Vertigo that sends him to the mat. Bowdridge leaps at the opportunity and jumps on top of Vertigo delivering right hands. Starnes stomps away at Vertigo.

The crowd roars as Daniel Diamondeye rises up from the announce table and puts down the headset. The big man takes off his suit jacket, grabs his chair and slides into the ring.

Starnes and Bowdridge quickly bail out when Daniel starts swinging the chair at them.

Samantha Swift appears on the big screen.

"Gentlemen, in light of these recent events a few things have become clear. First I'm sorry Daniel but I am forced to relieve you of your announcing duties. I am however pleased to announce that you have officially been re-instated to the active VCW roster!"

The crowd cheer wildly. "Tim can call the matches for tonight, and we'll solve the issue of a replacement for Daniel at the commentary desk before next week.

"But based on the fact that all four of you seem to have some personal issues to settle, we're gonna have Ryan Bowdridge and Scott Starnes against Vertigo and Daniel Diamondeye at VCW Snake Eyes on June 13!"

[Devlin]

*DING DING DING*

"The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Making his way to the ring-"

Eric Boucher is cut off rather abruptly, as "The Souls of Distortion" by Joe Satriani hits the speakers. A chorus of boos follow as a disgruntled-looking Tyler Marx walks out onto the stage, his left arm in a sling. He promptly makes his way down to the ring, bad-mouthing the fans closest to the barricade in the process. He swaggers up the ring steps and climbs into the ring, careful not to knock his arm against the ropes. He marches over to Eric Boucher and promptly pie-faces the ring announcer through the ropes. He then stoops down and takes up the microphone with his free hand. Marx stands up straight and casts a scowl around the arena as he addresses the fans.

"Cut the damn music!" He barks. "So, Tyler Marx is here tonight, and he's not booked, because that smorgasboard-munching cheat Carl Svensson used an illegal hold on his arm during the match at All In III- an ILLEGAL... HOLD!"

Those in attendance proceed to boo Marx loudly.

"SHUT UP! So just for his own personal amusement, tonight here in Vegas, Tyler Marx is relieving this tool Eric Boucher of the ring announcement duties. Now let's get this gravy train on the road. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Blue (Da Ba De)" by Eiffel 65 hits the speakers, and Water makes his way out onto the stage.

"Making his way to the ring, hailing from somewhere around 1999 judging by that awful entrance music, weighing in at two-hundred-and-ninety Jelly Bellies, he is the Melatonin Monster and Tyler Marx's drinking buddy... this IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSS Water!"

Water makes his way to the ring and awaits his opponent.

"And his opponent, hailing from right here in this hell hole called Vegas, some steroid-induced, one-eyed token black guy that no one cares about... LARRYYYYYYYY JOOORDAAAAAAANNNN!"

Larry Jordan makes his way down to the ring, by this time looking pretty ticked off. He climbs over the top rope and advances on Marx, who shakes his head and brandishes his hands apologetically, mumbling something about mercy. The bell rings, Jordan turns around to face his opponent and quick as a flash, Marx delivers a huge, gutbusting soccer punt right between the legs of "The Enforcer". Water wastes no time, dropping the big man with a Blue Stunner. Marx hastily clambers out of the ring and heads to the entrance stage to observe the outcome, as the match is officially under way...

(To Be Continued in the results)

[Roy]

Scrappy Joe is in the middle of an aisle in some hardware store. He's staring intensely at what looks like a shopping list.

What else do we need Jeeves?

I don't know sir, you have the list.

Scrappy turns round to Jeeves who is holding a shopping cart full of different objects.

Joe goes over to investigate

OK! we got barbed wire, tacks, wood planks, bat's, metal pipes, hammer's, screw drivers, a door and a tub of paint. Think we have everything Jeeves?

Remember Sir, we also have bricks, bottles and a chain that we found outside. Oh and eh a bicycle that you thought would make a great weapon for one of your hardcore matches.

Scrappy puts the list in his pocket

OK Jeeves, I think we're done here. Let's get back to the arena and begin building some new toys.

Sir, if I may say, you have a great creative mind for destroying human bodies.

Thanks Jeeves. Now, take this card and pay for this stuff would ya? I'll go to the store next door and grab us some beers.

Scrappy hands Jeeves the stolen credit card that belongs to Hefe.

Awww Beer, can't get enough of that .

Scrappy walks out as Jeeves waits in queue.

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Tim Ramirez
Tyler Marx
Seamus Anderson
"The Misfit" Rob Frias
Mini Frias
Charon
Sad Boy
Charon
North Vegas Butcher
Albino Warrior
War Machine
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Back from commercial, the camera pans on the VCW Longshot announcers desk, where Tim Ramirez sits alongside Tyler Marx who's now apparently grown bored of being ring announcer and has decided to try colour commentary.

"Oh, we're on! Hello everyone and welcome back to Longshot! Well you heard it here folks, Daniel Diamondeye is no longer our colour commentator! I'd love to talk about that situation more, but that'll have to wait because here comes Seamus Anderson!"

"Hey Ramirez, forget about Diamondeye and forget about that douche that took his place right after, Tyler Marx is here now baby! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Uh, yeah, about that Tyler..."

"Them Bones" by Alice in Chains starts up on the PA and out comes Seamus Anderson, walking with a noticeable limp. He makes his way to ringside and with great difficulty, rolls into the ring after grabbing a microphone.

"CUT THE MUSIC!"

Seamus paces back in forth in the ring, limping more and more noticeably now.

"Last weekend at All In, I came into this ring and put down Slaughterhouse like the dirty dog he is!"

The VCW faithful cheer as they remember the hard hitting match.

"But my night wasn't through!"

"No, it appears that when one freak is put down, a whole boatload of them spring up to take his place!"

"Frias, get your painted up ass out here!"

"Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits starts up, and out comes "The Misfit" Rob Frias along with Charon, Sad Boy, Charon, North Vegas Butcher, Albino Warrior and War Machine. As usual, Mini Frias is perched on his master's shoulder.

"Well! It certainly looks as if business is about to pick up! Here comes Frias and his whole Freak crew now!"

"Those guys could use a good washing down, Tyler Marx can smell their stink all the way over here!"

Frias talks into a microphone held for him by Charon.

"Good evening Shame-Us! I trust the night has treated you well so far? You certainly look as if it has!"

In the ring, Seamus clutches his fists and gives one of the turnbuckles a taste of Anderson Tradition.

"Are you kidding me freak? I'm in goddamn agony out here! Get in this ring and I'm going to give you a taste of what you gave me at All In!"

Mini Frias hops down from "The Misfit's" shoulders and runs to the ring before anyone he can stop him. He then hops in and charges Anderson, who calmly punts the midget into the third row.

"Looks like Seamus kicked the baby out with the bathwater!"

"Or like Tyler Marx likes to say, when the going gets rough, the midgets get punted! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

On the ramp, Frias falls to his knees and lets out an anguished wail.

"That all you got Frias? 'Cause I'm just getting warmed up!"

Frias gets up to his feet and begins walking towards the ring, followed by his entire motley crew. When they get to the announce table, War Machine sits down at the colour commentary chair on Tyler Marx's lap.

"What do you think you're doing War Machine?"

"Yeah, Tyler Marx is doing colour commentary tonight! Get lost!"

"WAR MACHINE WILL BRING FORTH THE WISDOM OF THE AGES THEREBY ENDING THE AGONY OF THE UNKNOWN!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Are you kidding Tyler Marx?"

"WAR MACHINE DOES NOT KID HE MERELY BRINGS COLOUR TO THE COMMENTARY OF THE GODS!!!"

"Well, this should be an interesting night!"

"Hey War Machine, referring to yourself in the third person is my gimmick, you got that? And by the way, get your own chair, Tyler Marx's lap isn't for the likes of you! Also, when's the last time you bathed?"

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Rob Frias is warily circling Seamus Anderson. The two men still have microphones (well, Anderson has a microphone, Frias is accompanied by Charon who has a microphone).

"You will pay dearly for kicking Mini Frias into the crowd Shame-Us!"

"Consider that a preview of what I'm gonna do to your face Frias."

"Shall we do this using hardcore rules then Shame-Us?"

"Aye."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Right now?"

"Why not?"

Anderson drops his microphone and charges Frias, but before he gets there, Charon intercepts him with a microphone to the forehead.

"I knew The Misfit wouldn't fight fair and square! Seamus is down on the mat, blood gushing from his forehead from that microphone blow by Charon!"

"WHERE TIM RAMIREZ SEES AN UNEVEN BATTLE, WAR MACHINE PERCEIVES THE MINGLING OF THE OVERWHELMING POWERS OF EVIL VERSUS THE STUPEFYINGLY PUTRID POWERS OF GOOD!"

"Not so fast War Machine!"

"Anderson back to his feet and gives Charon a bit of that good old Anderson Tradition!"

"Charon is out on his feet!"

"Geeze, what good is wearing a protective mask if it isn't going to.. you know... protect you?"

"WAR MACHINE NOTICES THAT NO REFEREE HAS YET APPEARED TO CALL THIS BATTLE!"

"He's right Tim!"

"Great point War Machine! I can't believe I just said that..."

"Here comes one of them now, and just in time because Anderson and Frias have just locked horns!"

"Oh no! All of Frias's Freaks are in the ring now and they're pounding on Anderson!"

"THAT IS INCORRECT TIM RAMIREZ!! WAR MACHINE IS A FREAK AND YET HERE HE SITS CONTEMPLATING THE UNBEARABLE DICHOTOMY OF BEING FOR THE VIEWERS AT HOME!"

"Uh right... Back in the ring they are giving Anderson all he can handle!"

"Hey look War Machine, your buddies are bringing a table into the ring, looks like they could use your help."

"WAR MACHINE DOES NOT FOREGO HIS DUTY TYLER MARX! AND WAR MACHINE HAS A DUTY TO SIT HERE, ON YOUR LAP AND PROVIDE HONEST, INSIGHTFUL COLOUR COMMENTARY!"

"Damn those Freaks! They've put the table up and set it on fire!"

"Tyler Marx sure hopes Seamus is fire repellant!"

"WAR MACHINE ENJOYS YOUR STYLE OF HUMOUR TYLER MARX! BUSS A ROCK WID ME!"

"No."

"OH."

"Would you two shut up! North Vegas Butcher and Albino Warrior have just placed Seamus on Frias's shoulders! He's going to powerbomb him from the top rope through that flaming table!"

"Tyler Marx thinks that this is complete overkill."

"WAR MACHINE CONCURS!"

"And that's it! By God they've killed Seamus Anderson dead! His hair is on fire! But here comes the VCW support crew with fire extinguishers! And they've put out the fire!"

"Well thank God for that! Tyler Marx cannot stand the smell of burnt hair."

"Wait a minute! Mini Frias is on the top turnbuckle! And he's got a tazer in his hands! He's diving onto Seamus and tazers him!"

"DEATH FROM ABOVE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Here comes the VCW locker room, to chase Frias and his freaks out of the ring!"

"Tyler Marx sure hopes for them that Seamus isn't already dead, because that would be a downer."

"TOTALLY."

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Juan Hefe
Ted Tsavales
Eats Like Tsavales
Barry Knight
"Filthy" Rich Burton
Lachy Roman
Levi Roman
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Juan Hefe & Friend's Adopted Locker Room, VCW Arena...

Juan Hefe is working on his laptop, creating a new design for a Sledgehammer Justice t-shirt he's been working on for the rabid Japanese pro-wrestling market. Ted Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales are playing WWF No Mercy on a Nintendo 64 console that they'd purchased at a pawn shop earlier in the day.

"Check this out TED! I've made a REASONABLE facsimilee of DAZZA the King! I'm going to WIPE the MAT with you!"

"All of you done is given a target for MY version of 'The Pain Train' to destroy completely and utterly." scoffs Ted.

"Prepare to be King's Hammer'd!" says Eats Like Tsavales, furiously attempting to strong grapple Ted's character.

"Ha! Watch me as I deftly block your weak grapple attempts, taunt up to get special and begin the Train Dance! You lose! Muscle and Hustle! ONE! TWO! THREE!"

Eats Like Tsavales slams his controller down in frustration.

"I knew I should've made RYAN BOWDRIDGE instead!"

"You can't make 'im, cuz I already have and he's awe-some. I even beat Taker and Kane in a handicap match on hard playing as him."

"You did?"

Hefe slams a hand on his desk in frustration.

"Would you two morons shut the hell up? I'm trying to line up these graphics and your incessant chatter is DRIVING ME INSANE!"

Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales begin singing a classic Black Sabbath tune.

"Tell me people," "Am I going INSANE?"

"Har har, very funny. Now, can you please be quiet?"

Hefe's wish goes ungranted as the door to his office slams open. Standing there is "Filthy" Rich Burton, Barry Knight, Lachy Roman and Levi Roman.

"The hell?!? Haven't you ever heard of knocking Rich?"

"Bah! Knocking is for sissies! And anyway, when you hear about what Bar' and I have done, you'll be so happy to see us you'll be kissin' our feet!"

"That remains to be seen. What's up?"

Burton ushers in The Roman Brothers up to Hefe's desk.

"Hefe, meet the Roman brothers. Roman brothers, meet Hefe."

"Enchanted I'm sure. What do you want?"

"Well, I was talking to Lachy about the services you offer and he seemed pretty interested."

"That's right mr. Hefe, Levi and I would love to have you manage us and sell t-shirts and DVDs with our likeness on it."

"Yeah, we aren't making near enough coin and I feel the fans are hungry for more Roman brothers merchandise."

"Really?" says Hefe, turning his laptop towards the Romans. "Well, here's a t-shirt I'm working on for Sledgehammer Justice."

"Why's all the writing in Chinese?"

"Actually, that's Japanese. Most of my business is conducted outside the States."

"Really? So if we sign with you, when can we get paid?"

"You only get paid when your stuff sells. We split the profits forty-sixty. My fee on top of that is ten percent of whatever VCW pays you."

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. Rich never said anything about any of these fees!"

"What, you think I do this for free? Out of the kindness of my heart? Hah!"

Lachy and Levi step away from the desk and talk amongst themselves in hushed tones. After about a minute of back and forth bickering, Levi turns to Hefe.

"Ok, we'll do it but the profits go to us ninety-ten and we'll pay a five percent commission on our salaries."

"You boys think this is negotiable? You don't want my services, get the hell out. There's a long list of talent practically begging me for representation. Rich, could you escort these two Anderson knock-offs out of my office?"

Lachy lowers his sunglasses on his nose and gives Hefe a murderous glare.

"What did you call us?"

"He called you Anderson knock-offs and frankly, I think he's being awfully generous."

"Cor blimey! Yer have a look of the Hard Targets about ya!"

The Romans turn to face Sledgehammer Justice, getting as close as possible without actually touching.

"These old farts seem to think they have it all figured out eh Levi?"

"You got that right Lachy."

"We do have it all figured out, right Bar'?"

"I've already figured aahhht these guys 're curtain jerkers Rich."

"Them's fighting words."

"Next week then?"

"You got it."

"One on one or tag-team?"

"You pick."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"I'll 'ave a go wif Lachy then."

"Wow, this is INTENSE guys!"

"Hey check this out Eee El Tee! I just pinned your Rich Burton with my Big Bertha!"

Cue commercial...

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May 20, 2009
Road to Snake Eyes - Week 1

Andy Montoya ~VS~ "The Tempest" Jose Reyes

There was no real bad blood in this match, just a contest between two of VCW's original Juniorweights. Andy got the advantage and hit the Brain Plant for the win.

6:21 - Andy Montoya defeated Jose Reyes

Water ~VS~ "The Enforcer" Larry Jordan

With Jordan already hurt from the pre-match low blow, Water showed a ruthless side of himself tonight and brutalized LJ. Water hit the Waterfall to end the match quickly.

3:04 - Water defeated Larry Jordan

Number One Contender Tournament
VCW Women's Championship
Quarter Finals

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Hennessy ~VS~ Summer Brodey
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Hennessy and Summer matched up well in this one. Summer transitioned well to a smaller foe after defeating Bertha at All In III. Hennessy had the experience edge and outsmarted Summer on a number of ocassions. In the end it was Summer outsmarting Hennessy though. Henn tossed Summer over the top but she skinned the cat back in as Hennessy posed for the fans. She turned around into Summer's Solstace to give Brodey the win.

7:57 - Summer Brodey defeated Hennessy

"The Sensational" Jacob Anwar ~VS~ Brian Beckett

Jacob was irrate tonight, completely dominating Beckett. He hit the Starlight Express early, but didn't go for a cover. Beckett never got in an offensive move before Jacob hit another Starlight Express for the win.

3:56 - Jacob Anwar defeated Brian Beckett

Grade A Tag Team ~VS~ Spectre & Toku

Bradley and Michael destroyed Spectre and Toku. It was the De-Grader on Spectre and Stern DDT on Toku that gave the former champs the win.

2:49 - Grade A Tag Team defeated Spectre & Toku

After the match the Grade A Tag Team got the microphone and announced that they are demanding their rematch take place at Snake Eyes.

Number One Contender Tournament
VCW Women's Championship
Quarter Finals

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Big Bertha ~VS~ Eucalyptus
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Bertha was angry after having lost to Summer at All In and she took it out on 'Lyptus. Eucalyptus to her credit didn't lay down for the monster and blasted back with stiff right hands. Bertha was just too much though and powered out of Equality to hit the Bertha Bomb for the win.

8:10 - Big Bertha defeated Eucalyptus

Bobby Boom ~VS~ "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas

Bill was dancing and joking with the fans before the match, but as soon as the bell rang he was all business. The new Las Vegas Champion came out with a flurry of offense that Bobby couldn't hold up against. Dallas hit Muscle and Hussle for the victory.

6:38 - Bill Dallas defeated Bobby Boom

The scene with Frias' Freaks and Seamus Anderson closes the show.
Hefe's post above

[RyanBow412]

After the show, various wrestlers and staff members are at the cafeteria getting dinner, when War Machine sits down with a plate of roast turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce and a roll.

"SITTING ON TYLER MARX'S LAP PROVIDING COLOR COMMENTARY HAS GIVEN WAR MACHINE A HUNGER THE SIZE OF THE GREATEST GALAXIES! WAR MACHINE MUST PARTAKE IN THIS BOUNTIFUL FEAST!"

Before he takes a bite however, a massive boot hits him in the side of the head, knocking him over in his chair. The boot was delivered by none other than Water, who grabs War Machine's roll and takes a huge bite out of it.

"That was AWESOME! I haven't kicked someone like that since the last time I kicked you!"

He takes the plate and walks away, eating the meal. A few seconds later, War Machine jumps up and points a finger at the door Water just walked from and emits a primal scream.

"THIS IS NOT OVER BLUE WARRIOR!"