Longshot (July 15, 2009)

[Vertigolowe]

July 15, 2009
Road to Windfall - Week 1


El Hijo Del Perra ~VS~ "The Tempest" Jose Reyes

"Sensational" Jacob Anwar ~VS~ Brian Beckett

"Delicious" Loki Davis ~VS~ Li Kung Pao

VCW Juniorweight Championship

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"The Swede" Carl Svensson ~VS~ Tyler Marx (c)

"Bloody" Arrianna Lyra ~VS~ Ashley Blaze

"Beautiful" Brooke Sage ~VS~ Laura Lowell

EFF Dash & DJ Logan Sparks ~VS~ Tribe of Rage

"German Wonder" Kurt Engelhorn ~VS~ Bobby Boom

VCW Tag Team Championship[/color]
Jimmy Richards & Dazza ~VS~ Sledgehammer Justice (c)
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[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Juan Hefe
"Filthy" Rich Burton
Barry Knight
Julia Fairbottom
Ted Tsavales
Eats Like Tsavales
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Inside the Juan Hefe and Friends Locker Room...

Juan Hefe's locker room is a complete mess as he and his tag-team, Sledgehammer Justice celebrate their dominant title win over Jimmy Richards & Dazza at High Rollin'. "Filthy" Rich Burton lies in a kiddie pool filled with beer, eating cheesies and Ho-Hos while Barry Knight runs around the room wearing nothing but a pair of skivvies and his half of the VCW Tag-Team Championship. Drenched in champagne and beer and Jelly Belly^TM juice, Hefe dances lecherously with Julia Fairbottom. All the while, music from a boombox threatens to shatter the very fabric of existence with its unholy loudness.

"TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!! I told you guys we could do it!"

Julia Fairbottom pries Hefe's hands off her backside and pushes him away.

"Yes, now could we dance a little less and plan a little more? You boys do have a title defence tonight..."

The music abruptly stops. Burton sits up in his pool and spits out the half eaten Ho-Ho that was residing in his mouth.

"What?!? I've been drinking and gorging myself on nothing but HoHos since we won these damn belts! What the hell do you mean we're fighting tonight?!?"

Enraged, Barry Knight picks up the boombox and tosses it down into the kiddie pool. Fearful of being electrocuted, Burton half-slithers/half-jumps out of his home for the past four days.

"Careful you cockney bastard! You damn near electrocuted me!"

"That's gonna be the least of yor worries if yer don't cop yor act in gear yer fat oaf! Oi!"

Burton gets up and shoves Knight nearly half-way across the room.

"If I don't get MY act in gear! Oh! That is really rich comin' from a guy who's been flyin' completely high since the ref counted out that one two three on Saturday night! Heck, you started celebrating before the Sin City Epic and I had to handle the Andersons by my lonesome!"

Knight flies across the room and nearly decapitates Burton with a european uppercut!

"Yer know woss right rich yer fat oaf, isit? Yer bailin' out on me in that motch because yer didn't want any part of Kaelan and Seamus! S'truth!"

In an act of pure desperation, Juan Hefe places himself between Rich and Barry.

"Fellas! Get your acts together for God's sake because you have a match tonight and that's that! Anyways, it was part of the deal I worked out with Samantha..."

Burton grabs his manager by the collar and sends him sprawling to the floor.

"What deal Hefe?!?"

"Fellas! I can explain!"

Knight shoves Hefe down with his boot as he attempts to get up.

"Explain wot guvnah, then, eh, mate? Yer screwed up! Honest guv! Now we 'ave ter Nanny Goat Race that deluded fool Dazza and 'is big playmate for us hard fought titles!"

Burton pulls Knight away before he can do any more damage.

"Ah, forget him Bar', let's go get ready to kick some tail."

"Oi, sounds like a plan."

Burton and Knight turn away from Hefe and leave the locker room, slamming the door behind them. Julia walks over to Hefe and helps him up.

"So why didn't you tell them about the title rematch tonight?"

"This title rematch tonight is the least of their worries! I got a message from one of the Andersons on my voicemail and they are gunning for us!"

The door to the locker room swings open, giving Hefe the perfect excuse to curl up in the foetal position, nestled up in Julia's bosom. Ted Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales walk into the door, each carrying a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken's.

"Hey boss! ***SCRONCH*** What'd we miss?"

"Yeah HEFE? This place LOOKS like a WARZONE man!"

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
"Filthy" Rich Burton
Barry Knight
"The Pain Train" Bill Dallas
"Fabulous" Dan Francisco
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Somewhere Near the Catering Area...

"Filthy" Rich Burton, soaking wet with beer and Ho-Ho innards, claps Barry Knight, still dressed only in skivvies, on the back as he sees "The Pain Train" Bill Dallas approaching.

"Check out Bar'! It's the one month wonder!"

"I wouldn't be makin' fan of Dallas, Rich. we're abaht ter become knock at the bloomin' Dorothy Lamour day wonders!"

"The Pain Train" looks up and sighs before continuing to walk in the opposite direction. Burton and Knight exchange a quizzical look.

"Pain Train? What's the matter buddy? You know I'm just kiddin' right?"

"The Pain Train" stops and turns back towards Burton.

"The Pain Train ain't feelin' it this time around foo'. Looks like I shoulda stuck to my guns and stayed in the motivatin' business."

"What?!? Stop talkin' stupid Dallas! You're a star, you just need proper management!"

"S'truth guvnah! Earwig ter the bloomin' fat oaf, 'e thinks 'e knows wot 'e's talkin' abaht!"

"Management? You fools talkin' 'bout Hefe claimin' ten percent of my salary?"

"Money's money Dallas. And Hefe knows how to make it. He'll get you booked on cards you would have no shot at otherwise. Heck, just last week we were back in Moncton, gettin' paid five grand apiece to put over some local yahoos!"

"Five large? In Moncton?"

"And Present and Past monf it was twenny Jack's Alive Bag of Sand for a Bladder Of Lard in San Juan, Puerto Rico!"

Dallas looks at Burton, completely confused.

"TRANSLATE FOO'!"

"I think Bar'was referrin' to the twenty-five grand we made in Puerto Rico about two months back."

Dallas's eyes pop out of his head.

"TWENTY FIVE LARGE! OUTTA MY WAY FOO'! I GOTSTA GOTSTA GOTSTA GET IN ON THAT! WOOOH! WOOOH!"

"The Pain Train" shoves his way through Sledgehammer Justice in the direction of Juan Hefe's locker room.

"Well, it certainly looks like Hefe is going to get his wish after all."

"Yup, 'e's been dyin' ter manage Dallas ever since we came hammer and tack."

Knight jumps up to the ceiling as a large hand slaps his bottom. The hand belongs to "Fabulous" Dan Francisco!

"I loooooooooooooooove the new look boys! Now how about you come with me back to my locker room and let me wash off that Ho-Ho juice with my tongue Rich?"

Burton and Knight run away as fast as they can, not looking back. "Fab Dan" sighs loudly and walks away as Longshot goes to commercial.

[Vertigolowe]

El Hijo Del Perra ~VS~ "The Tempest" Jose Reyes

As one would expect, both men put on a high flying showcase tonight. EHDP was clearly the favorite though and hit his Niebla Del Veneno (in Blue) for the win.

6:04 - El Hijo Del Perra defeated Jose Reyes

"Sensational" Jacob Anwar ~VS~ Brian Beckett

Jacob took a little while to wear down Beckett. Brian kept fighting back but in the end walked right into the Starlight Express giving Jacob the win.

8:10 - Jacob Anwar defeated Brian Beckett

After the match Jacob got on the mic and told everyone that Bradley eliminating him from the Epic was a disgrace and a fluke.

"Delicious" Loki Davis ~VS~ Li Kung Pao

Loki made his match memorable, for himself at least. Loki hit the Delicious Drop somewhat quickly to score the victory.

2:21 - Loki Davis defeated Li Kung Pao

[Vertigolowe]

Backstage, Lucas Wright is standing with Vertigo.

"Vertigo, High Rollin' was not exactly successful for you. You lost your match to Ryan Bowdridge, again failing to capture the VCW Heavyweight Championship. Then after you somehow got a spot in the Sin City Epic, where you were the last man eliminated by the winner Jack Francis, who will now face Tyler Marx at Windfall. Where does this leave you Vertigo?"

"You're absolutely right about all of those things Lucas. But High Rollin' did have a silver lining for me. I know Ryan isn't in some other league. I think we're just about even and on any given night the outcome could go either way.

"Losing the title match and then subsequently the Epic were troublesome to my plan of main eventing at Windfall, but I think I can still make it happen.

"I know Ryan isn't here tonight, so I'll give him time to get back to me with his answer. I am officially challenging Ryan Bowdridge to a VCW Heavyweight Championship match at Windfall."

"But why would he even agree to that?"

"He'll agree to that because if I lose, I'll retire."

[Juan Hefe]

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

"The Misfit" Rob Frias sits on his throne watching a television set placed on an altar of bones. On the screen, El Hijo Del Perra is painting Jose Reyes's face blue via Niebla Del Veneno.

"Charon!"

Charon, the masked ferrier of the dead, emerges from the shadows and bows low.

"Yes, Misfit?"

"When did El Hijo Del Perra come back to Vegas Championship Wrestling?"

"At High Rolling Misfit. He made an appearance in the Sin City Epic."

"Interesting. Was I in the ring with him at any point? My battle with One Eight Seven was the only thing on my mind that fateful night..."

"I don't believe so Misfit, but I can review the tapes again to confirm it for good or ill..."

"For good or ill Charon? Do you not remember the awesome power of my alliance with El Hijo Del Perra?"

"I remember that partnership being fraught with violence and mayhem Misfit. Mostly against yourselves!"

"But Charon! That was my favorite part of the whole sordid affair!"

Sad Boy wanders in from another corner of the room and sits down cross legged in front of the altar, looking up at the television set.

"Misfit is right. Those days were the best because I got beat on a lot less back then."

War Machine rushes in and promptly powerbombs Sad Boy to the concrete floor.

"WAR MACHINE CANNOT REMEMBER THOSE DAYS BEFORE TIME BEGAN BUT WISHES TO RECREATE THE VIOLENT AFTER BIRTH THEREIN!!!"

Frias stands up on his throne, clapping his hands.

"Excellent work, War Machine! It had been too long since Sad Boy was last powerbombed to oblivion before my very eyes! Mini Frias, kindly tazer Sad Boy in the nethers!"

Charon approaches Frias's throne and taps him on the foot.

"Yes Charon, what do you want?"

"Mini Frias has not been seen since last week Misfit."

"The Misfit" crumples to his knees and falls off his throne. Charon rushes to his side.

"Misfit! Are you alright?"

"The Misfit" doesn't look up and instead pounds his fist on the floor.

"Everything I have built up here is spiralling out of my grasp since One Eight Seven has come back!"

Albino Warrior walks up and sits down on the altar.

"I totally get where you coming from, Rob! My hair hasn't grown a single millimeter since that wannabe gangsta..."

WHAM!

Albino Warrior is knocked off his perch by a near supersonic spin kick to the face, delivered by Frias.

"Never refer to me as Rob again or I shall rip your head from your shoulders, Albino Warrior! Charon!"

Charon bows low.

"Yes Misfit."

"Take North Vegas Butcher with you and seek out Mini Frias. We need to locate his whereabouts before he starts another one of his episodes, if you know what I mean."

"Thy will be done Misfit! North Vegas Butcher! To me!"

"Right away, Charon!"

Charon and North Vegas Butcher exit the room as Longshot cuts to commercial.

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Lucas Wright
Seamus Anderson
Kaelan Anderson
Scott Starnes
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VCW Arena Interview Set...

"Hello everyone and welcome back to Longshot! I'm Lucas Wright and with me here tonight are two fellas who are not strangers to the VCW tag-team scene... Kaelan and Seamus, the Andersons!"

"How are you fellas doing?"

Seamus rotates his neck, eliciting a few cracks and pops.

"The only thing I have ta say Lucas, is that everyone on the roster is going to remember the day the Andersons returned to VCW!"

Kaelan spits on the floor and looms menacingly over Wright.

"Would yer loike ter experience what everyone on the VCW roster will experience in short order Wright?"

Wright gulps and shrinks away from Kaelan.

"No sir, I would not. Thank you."

Kaelan booms out a harsh laugh and grabs Wright by the shoulders.

"Just as well then lad, yer arms look pretty flimsy ta me already!"

Seamus growls and rips the microphone out of Wright's hands.

"Forgive me for cutting off this pointless interview Wright, but I came out here for a reason, and that reason is to respond to one Scott Starnes!"

"Scotty, you told me last week that we should join forces to rid this promotion of freaks and miscreants and that you could back me up in this endeavour."

"But let me tell you a little something about back-up, Scotty. You see Scotty, when an Anderson looks for back-up, the only person an Anderson can trust is another Anderson."

"Ain't that right Kaelan?"

Kaelan takes the microphone from Seamus and laughs long and hard in it.

"Yer absolutely right brother. Oi'm 'avin' difficulty understandin' 'ow a wee canadian could ever 'ope ter measure up ter an Irish Anderson!"

"Is that so Kaelan?"

"Scott Starnes has joined us on set ladies and gentlemen!"

"Can it Wright."

Starnes walks over to the Andersons and stands defiantly in front of them.

"I may be Canadian, but I still think that you two are exactly the type of people I'm looking for to get rid of the freak element in VCW."

Kaelan walks up to Starnes and shoves him hard in the chest.

"The only thing you're looking for is a broken arm if you think you're going to get an Anderson to do your dirty work for you."

"This cleansing will get done with or without you. I'm talking about joining forces and working together as a team to bring honor back to VCW."

"Don't talk to me about honor boy, you showed me all I needed to see when you teamed up with that old Scot against me brother and I way back when."

Starnes moves forward to get in Kaelan's face again, but Seamus gets between them.

"Thanks Seamus, now if we could get back to the interview..."

"Shut it Wright!"
"Shut it Wright!"
"Shut it Wright!"

Longshot goes to commercial as Wright cowers in front of the three heavyweights on his set...

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
"The Notorious" 187
"Black" Jack Dunnigan
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Shortly after the "German Wonder" Kurt Engelhorn ~VS~ Bobby Boom Match...

'Another Body Murdered' by BOOYA Tribe and Faith No More blasts out of the arena speakers, and "The Notorious" 187, followed by "Black" Jack Dunnigan, walks out and heads to the ring. Once in the ring, 187 motions for his music to stop playing.

"That's right Vegas, it's great ta be back in da middle of this ring with y'all!"

187 pauses to smile at the crowd, which is still cheering madly.

"I gotta say, it's great ta be able ta walk straight down that aisle without havin' ta look over my shoulder for that maniac Gigante Fujima!"

The crowd cheers at the mention of the Hardcore Giant's name.

"But seriously, I came down here tonight to start a lil' somethin'!"

"Tonight, after the show, I'm gonna begin my ascent towards the top of the hardcore division in the parking lot with a little something called a Hardcore Invitational!"

"Anybody who wants to participate can show up and get themselves beat up Long Beach style"

187 tosses his microphone in the air as 'Another Body Murdered' starts up and Longshot cuts to commercial.

(OOC: Click [url=http://thevcw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=offcamrp&action=display&thread=1228&page=1#6356
]Hardcore Invitational[/url] to go there right now!)[/b]

[Juan Hefe]

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Legend:
Charon
North Vegas Butcher
Ted Tsavales
Eats Like Tsavales
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VCW Arena Catering Area...

Charon and North Vegas Butcher enter the catering area and quickly notice that it is empty save for a table near the buffet. Sitting at that table are Ted Tsavales and Eats Like Tsavales. They are both eating monstrous amounts of food. Charon approaches them and sits down at one of the empty chairs at the table.

"Greetings. My acolyte and I are looking for one of our own who appears to have... disappeared since last week."

Ted looks up after taking a massive bite out of a chicken leg.

"****SCRONCH**** Who's missing?"

"Mini Frias. Have you seen him?"

Eats Like Tsavales downs an entire glass of soda and belches loudly.

"That little DUDE is NOTHING but TROUBLE. Leave him BE. Safer THAT way."

"Normally, I would agree but my master is quite distraught over his disappearance. So, I ask again, have you seen him?"

"No, but we'd love to help."

"You would?"

"Sure, Ee El Tee and I got nothin' better to do tonight. Let us just finish our plates and we'll be rarin' to go!"

North Vegas Butcher looks at all the food on the table and scratches his beard.

"You boys got enough food here to last a month! We gotta find Mini Frias tonight!"

Ted and ELT proceed to hoover down their plates in the span of seconds. North Vegas Butcher's jaw drops to the table.

"There. Done. Now let's go find us a painted up dwarf!"

"Where SHOULD we start?"

"The parking lot."

(OOC: Click [url=http://thevcw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=offcamrp&action=display&thread=1228&page=1#6356
]Hardcore Invitational[/url] to go there right now!)[/b]

[Devlin]

"The Souls of Distortion" by Joe Satriani hits the speakers, welcomed by a surge of boos, as the theme songs owner- the new VCW Juniorweight Champion, Tyler Marx- swaggers his way out onto the stage, laughing heartily. With the VCW Juniorweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder, Marx makes his way down the ramp, trash-talking at those closest the barricade in the process.

One guy is holding a sign reading "JACK'S GONNA KILL YOU"- Marx looks at it, does a double take, and then snatches it from him before tearing it into shreds and throwing it up in the air with a manic cackle. He slides into the ring and, after some posing on the top turnbuckle with his shiny new title belt, he grabs a microphone and looks set to speak.

"Well, well, well!" He begins, taking hold of the title belt from his shoulder and holding it up for all to see. "It would seem that the cult of personality himself, Tyler Marx, is your new VCW Juniorweight Champion."

He says this with a sickly tone and a smile to match, with a chorus of boos to follow.

"That's right folks, despite all of the obstacles put in front of him, despite all of the politicking and favouritism going on in the head office, Tyler Marx has overcome the odds, and I stand before you the greatest... Juniorweight in VCW today.

Carl Svensson, you smorgasboard-munching piece of Euro-trash, you've been a thorn in my side for a while now, but at High Rollin', I dropped you on your head yet again and shut you up. Unfortunately, Tyler Marx has to waste his time tonight facing you again, this time for his Juniorweight title belt. But unfortunately for you, Carl Svensson... you're facing Tyler Marx. You may be able to pull armbars out of your ass at will, but at the end of the night, you're gonna end up withTyler Marx's foot in your ass.

And as for you, Jack Francis- the now former Juniorweight Champion- you talked a lot of crap about how Tyler Marx couldn't beat you... but it looks like Tyler Marx proved you wrong. See, here he stands with your precious championship belt... and you are skulking around the back somewhere... with NOTHING..."

However, as Marx continues to talk, he is unaware of the presence behind him. The camera catches none other than Jack Francis jumping the barricade and sliding into the ring behind Marx. Francis spins him around and sweeps his leg, bringing him to the ground. He then mounts him and proceeds to pummel him with a barrage of punches to the head and body.

Marx flails around wildly, trying desperately to remove the outraged former Champion, and succeeds with a thumb to the eye. Jack staggers back to his feet as Marx does the same. He stumbles around in a daze, but before he can escape, Jack delivers his patented "Watch Your Back" clothesline to the back of Tyler Marx's head, causing him to crumple to the mat. While the fans cheer, Jack very casually scoops up the microphone and puts it to his mouth, looking down at a semi-conscious Tyler Marx.

"Marx.. you may have won my title at High Rollin'... but you didn't beat me. I've got one more shot at that shiny new belt of yours, so you'd better watch your back... because I'm coming for it."

He then drops the microphone to the mat with a static fizz as "Fuel For Hatred" by Satyricon blasts out onto the sound system. He exits the ring and slowly backs up the ramp and a staunch expression, as Longshot cuts to a commercial break.

[Vertigolowe]

VCW Juniorweight Championship

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"The Swede" Carl Svensson ~VS~ Tyler Marx (c)
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Tyler was not quite as focused on his first title defense as he should have been. He had just been informed that Jack Francis wasn't walking away from the title picture and The Swede wanted to stay in that frame as well. Svensson went right at Tyler to the elation of the Las Vegas fans. Marx weathered the storm though and caught Carl with the You're Screwed Driver to pick up the win and retain the title.

10:37 - Tyler Marx defeated Carl Svensson to retain the VCW Juniorweight Championship.

"Bloody" Arrianna Lyra ~VS~ Ashley Blaze

Arrianna was having a grand old time torturing Ashley during this match. Unfortunately for her, Jenn Wolf made her way to ringside. The distraction was enough and Ashley caught Arrianna with the Soulburner to pick up her first victory in nearly three years of VCW competition. Arrianna glared at Jenn who walked off with a smirk on her face.

4:52 - Ashley Blaze defeated Arrianna Lyra

EFF Dash & DJ Logan Sparks ~VS~ Tribe of Rage

Dash and Sparks helped get the crowd on their feet, working like a well-oiled machine against Fury and Fenris. Sparks had the moment of the match when he reversed a superbomb attempt by Fenris into the Record Flip from the top rope to score the win.

5:46 - EFF Dash & Logan Sparks defeated Tribe of Rage

"Beautiful" Brooke Sage ~VS~ Laura Lowell

Brooke put on a wrestling clinic against Laura Lowell. Not only did she use her normal arm-based attacks, but Brooke also demonstrated a level of chain wrestling that many would have thought was beyond her skills. The mother of two also proved many nay-sayers wrong with her conditioning. Laura was unable to secure any kind of advantage and Brooke put her away with the Sage-mission.

3:49 - Brooke Sage defeated Laura Lowell

"German Wonder" Kurt Engelhorn ~VS~ Bobby Boom

The new VCW Las Vegas Champion showed off his new title belt before Bobby charged at him like a bull. Like a matador Kurt was able to sidestep his onslaught and keep the Apex's big man off his game. Engelhorn adapted a more defensive style and let Boom keep trying big moves, tiring himself out. Kurt hit a big powerslam to stagger Boom and then followed up with the German Bomber to blow up his plans.

9:23 - Kurt Engelhorn defeated Bobby Boom

VCW Tag Team Championship

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Jimmy Richards & Dazza ~VS~ Sledgehammer Justice (c)
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The stage was set for the rematch between these two teams and they did not disappoint. All four men went all out in this one, but for some reason Dazza and Richards would not work together. Each men was more focused on being the one who won back the belts than actually helping his partner win back the belts. Barry and Rich saw the cracks and shattered broke through the defenses. Rich hit Dazza with the 1969'er for the victory.

12:09 - Sledgehammer Justice defeated Jimmy Richards & Dazza to retain the VCW Tag Team Championship.

After the match, Sledgehammer Justice left the ring with their titles while Richards helped Dazza to his feet. While Rich and Barry looked on Richards slapped Dazza across the face and hit the JR Driver, leaving The King laying in the ring. Jimmy looked down at Dazza's unconscious body looking excessively pissed off as Longshot drew to a close for the week.