It is with great pleasure that Championship Wrestling Council announces the launching of it's newest television venture, CWC: Grandstand.

The Pilot episode was aired over last weekend, Saturday March 18, with solid ratings despite little advertisement to local and national markets.

CWC: Grandstand is a show that allows each of the member federations of the Championship Wrestling Council the ability to showcase a match from each of their recent shows to a wider and more diverse audience than before.  This show, a recap of the best of the best CWC has to offer, is already a hit while still evolving to better reflect the times and interests of our fans.

Repeats can be found at: http://wearecwc.com/boards/index.php/topic,4241.0.html

It is with great pride that I announce that Internet Wrestling Federation has joined the ranks of CWC.



Helmed by Terry Taylor, Internet Wrestling Federation (IWF) located on the interwebz at http://www.internetwrestlingfederation.com/ and http://s4.zetaboards.com/thesanctuary/index/ , is one of the best put together feds of the e-fedding community with a simply stunning layout and design.  Starting out in early 2011, it boasts a large active roster that has seen such talent as Neville Sheldon, Rick Mad, Rick Plant, Dirk Justice, Max Million and Jackson Miller among it's talent.  Showing it's flagship show, Warzone, weekly, it has one of the best put together results out there today, bringing video, graphics, design, and play-by-play together flawlessly.  It's roster competes for 5 titles (World, Internet, Warzone, TKO and Tag-Team) consistently, and has fostered a fiercely loyal and diverse roster of great roleplayers.  

Warzone Entrance Video:
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IWF Warzone Intro

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Please join me in welcoming FGA to the CWC Family.

CWC IS currently accepting applications for fed membership.  If interested, feel free to create a forum account on our boards at http://www.wearecwc.com and get involved today!

-Triple B

It is with great pride that I announce that Blazenwing Wrestling Federation has joined the ranks of CWC.



Helmed by David Blazenwing, Blazenwing Wrestling Federation (BWF) located on the interwebz at http://thebwf.proboards.com/ , is one of the hidden gems of the e-fedding community.  Having a history dating back to 2003, it boasts a good sized active roster that has seen such talent as AJ Adams, Nessa Wall, Kyle Cross, Elena Simonova and Godless among it's talent.  Monday Night Havok, BWF's staple show, hosts live shows each week.  It's roster competes for 3 titles (World, Sovereign and Tag-Team) every week consistently, and has fostered a fiercely loyal and diverse roster of great roleplayers. 

Please join me in welcoming PCW to the CWC Family.

CWC IS currently accepting applications for fed membership.  If interested, feel free to create a forum account on our boards at http://www.wearecwc.com and get involved today!

-Triple B

It is with great pride that I announce that Code Red Wrestling has joined the ranks of CWC.

Code Red Wrestling (CRW) located on the interwebz at https://coderedwrestling.com/ , is one of the premier federations of the e-fedding community.  Open since June of 2011, it boasts a large active roster that has seen such talent as Rex Evans, Eddie Phoenix, Michael Dredge and Diego de la Vega among it's talent.  Friday Night Faceoff, CRW's staple show, hosts tapings every other week, with 6 scheduled PPVs a year.  It's roster competes for 4 titles (World, Apex, Primetime and Tag-Team) every other week consistantly, and has won numerous awards and recognitions in it's time.  Voted "Best Up and Coming Fed" on Efed Knights in 2011, and making it into the "Hall of Fame" on Efed Knights in 2012, this fed has been led to it's current greatness by Talon, who will bring his opinions and experience into the fold of CWC Member Federations.  We welcome Talon, his roster, and all of CRW to the CWC Family.

CWC IS currently accepting applications for fed membership.  If interested, feel free to create a forum account on our boards at http://www.wearecwc.com and get involved today!

-Triple B

Handler Information

Name: Triple B
Preferred Method of Contact: tripleb@thevwf.net is my email, but PMing me here on the boards is better.
Current E-Fed:The VWF

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Wrestler Information

Name:Crimson Lightening
Nickname:The Crimson One
Fed:The VWF

Height: 6'4"
Weight:249.lbs

Billed From:Chicago, IL
Alignment: Heel

Gimmick/Personality:He's American, which means he's better than you.

Entrance Theme:"All of the Lights" by Kanye West
Entrance Description: (The VikingTron flickers to life, as thunder rolls and "All of the Lights" hits as the crowd gets to it's feet...)

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("The American Storm," Crimson Lightening, Alex Thunder, Chris Monsoon and Red Tornado all come out, looking on as a chorus of boos comes out of the crowd. They stalk down the ramp, smirking as they reach ringside and all roll in the ring. They hit the four corners of the ring and pose, as the crowd continues to boo loudly. They all hop down and high five each other in the middle of the ring as the music subsides and the crowd sits down.)

Wrestling Style:High Flyer, Technical

Five Common Moves:
.The Crimson Cutter (Tornado DDT)
.Leg Drop
.Snap Suplex
.Northern Lights Suplex
.Fireman's Suplex

Two Signature Moves: (Plus technical name)
. The Flash (Samurai Driver)
. American Tact (Superkick)

Finishing Move: (Plus technical name, max. of two)
. The Most Painful Submission Move Ever (Texas Cloverleaf)
. High Feaver (Shooting Star Press)

Any other key information?:

Manager?: The American Storm (Red Tornado, Chris Monsoon and Alex Thunder)

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In-Character Q&A
These are very useful in 'getting' the character, so please answer the questions in-character!

What is your crowning achievement? Winning The VWF Championship and proving that Americans are better than stinky foreigners and Canadians.


Are you comfortable in cheating, and why/why not? It isn't cheating, it's using the tools to get ahead.  That's capitolism, baby.


What is your general attitude to facing people you've never seen before? They're either French or French Sympathizers. 


Have you competed in an Experts tournament/event before, and how did you do?I believe I got into the second round one year.  Other than that, never got out of the first round.  I believe I also lost in the first round to Barney Green, the month before he went crazy.  I'll never forgive Gunn for that one.


How do you feel about the various locations of the tournament this year? I'll bring a jacket.  American made, of course.


If you had to give the rest of the competitors one fact about you, what would it be? I have a huge American penis.


Any final notes we should know about you? You need a real American in this tourny.  http://www.thevwf.net/Roster/crimson.html

Monday, April 18, 2011



The Pyros hit at the top of the ramp all the way down to the ring and on the ring posts as Crucifiction begins. The crowd are going bonkers all over the arena and there isn't a fan in his seat in this packed 17500 person arena.










JOEY STYLES: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to VWF Crucifiction.  I'm Joey Styles...

P. LICKIN: And I'm P. Lickin...

JOEY STYLES: And we are LIVE from The VWF Arena.  We have lots of action set for you tonight.  We have the United States , World Tag-Team and Intercontinental Titles ALL on the line tonight. 

P. LICKIN: And later on, we will have ALL the tities on the line in my hotel room.


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**--Crucifiction returns from a commercial break with the camera panning the excited crowd who seems to be a little anxious to see what happens next when all of a sudden James Hetfield screams through the PA system…“‘Cause what don’t kill ya make ya more strong!”…causing the fans to rise to their feet, nearly blowing the roof off the VWF Arena!--**



Styles: “And here comes the former VWF World Heavyweight Champion, Jonny Cedrone! He said he’d be coming out here.”



Lickin’: “Yuck!”



Styles: “No matter what, the fans still love him!”



Lickin’: “Yuck!”



Styles: “What is wrong with you?!”



Lickin’: “What is that white stuff on my hotdog?”



**--A pause--**



Styles: “Do you really wanna know?”







**--Cedrone’s limping his way down the aisle, slapping some of the outstretched hands of his fans along the way, he ascends the steel steps, takes a few steps along the ring apron and wipes his feet before making his way through the ropes. Once inside he makes his rounds on the turnbuckles playing to the crowd, once he’s finished he asks for the mic from the ring announcer. After getting it, the music dies down but the fans are still going nuts, chanting “JON-NY!” “JON-NY!” “JON-NY!” “JON-NY!” over and over, as Jonny pats his chest and mouths “I love you! Thank you!”--**



Styles: “So who did you piss off at the concession stand?”



Lickin’: *Gag*



Styles: “That way P!”



Cedrone: “It’s hard to be humble when you’re Jonny Cedrone.”



**--The fans pick back up a bit--**



Cedrone: “Ya know, win, lose or draw, I feel that I always win when I come out to a reaction like this one.”



**--Cheers--**



Cedrone: “A couple years ago, if you were to have told me that I would win the World Heavyweight Championship at last year’s Royal Rumble, I’d call you a liar. Last January, if you woulda told me that I would finally beat Mr. Fantastic and win the World Heavyweight Championship, I’d be a little more of a skeptic than a true non-believer. June 20th last year, the night after I won the World Championship for the second time, if you woulda told me that I would hold that Championship for almost a year, I’d say, ‘Eeeeh…I dunno. Possible but probably improbable.’ But if you woulda told me, at the beginning of my run, that my Title reign woulda ended against the greatest wrestler I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting’ in the ring with, I woulda told you that I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet.”



**--Cheers for DiBiase--**



Styles: “The sign of respect between those two wrestlers is out of this world.”



Lickin’: “It makes me sick!”



Styles: “Cedrone and DiBiase or your hotdog?”



Lickin’: “Well, both.”



Cedrone: “From what I’ve heard and from what I’ve seen, the VWF hasn’t had too many Champions whose reigns lasted much longer than a few months, but here in the past few years, the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation has been blessed with wrestlers who hold the World Championship in the highest regard. Sure, Mr. Fantastic didn’t keep the Title with the highest of morals, but you can tell that every time he went out to this ring to defend that Championship, his determination and the desire and his passion for this sport and for that World Championship, were the reasons why he held onto the Title for as long as he did. He didn’t wanna lose it to just anybody, he wanted to make sure that his challenger REALLY wanted that Championship, that his challenger would do anything and everything he could to become the World Champion, that his challenger would die in this ring, trying to wrestle away and deserve to hold that Championship. That’s a mark of a good Champion. I don’t agree with the way he kept his Title a lot of the times, I’m not condonin’ him for that by any stretch, but none of you can deny the fact that Mr. Fantastic was a Champion well deserving of holdin’ the Title. And the fact that I had to break his leg in order to get the Championship, should speak louder than words!”



**--A respectable applause from the fans--**



Styles: “I may not agree with the way he conducted business in the ring, but Mr. Fantastic was another Champion who had that ‘never say die’ attitude!”



Lickin’: “Oh sure, now you sing the praises of Mr. Fantastic, when he was Champion, you wanted him to die.”



Styles: “I never want anybody to die!”



Lickin’: “Nobody?”



Styles: “Except you.”



Cedrone: “Even though my Title reign wasn’t quite as long as Fantastic’s, I would like to think that it was just as eventful and just as meaningful as his.”



**--Cheers from the fans--**



Cedrone: “And even though it was really at last year’s Royal Rumble where I finally realized my dream of bein’ World Champion, it wasn’t until June 19th last year when I truly got to live my dream out.”



**--Cheers--**



Cedrone: “If it’s been said, it’s been said a thousand times, ‘you’ll never forget your first time.’ That statement is just as true with this as anything else it could pertain to. The life of a World Champion is filled with more ups and downs and twists and turns than any back country road could ever imagine. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade a minute of it in, even if you offered me the world.”



**--Applause--**



Cedrone: “There’s just something about bein’ able to travel around the world, meeting new people, fulfilling a few dreams along the way, representing the best Wrestling Company that’s ever been established, the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation!”



**--Cheers-**



Cedrone: “But as I stand before you now, broken, beaten and scarred, just like the song says, I cannot and will not take anything away from the man who beat me for the Championship just a couple weeks ago at this year’s Rumble. A man by the name of Scott DiBiase!”



**--The fans give a nice and loud reaction as Cedrone nods in agreement and claps his hands along with them.--**



Cedrone: “As World Champion, I was lucky enough to have turned back some very stiff and formidable challengers! And no offense to anyone on that list that I’m not mentioning right now, I have to say that the one opponent, the one person who showed me the most heart, showed me the most desire, showed me the most passion, and knowledge of this sport to really prove that he deserves to be where he’s at right now, was Scott.”



“Scott’s been in this business around the amount of time I’ve been doin’ this. I’ve been in the business for about five years now, Scott’s been in it a few years longer, and he’s held a World Championship before, but there’s one thing that I’ve gotta tell him, right here, right now…you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! You’ll have more challengers comin’ after you and the World Championship than you even thought was competin’ in the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation. Everybody and their Uncle will be comin’ after you like you stole their wallet. As much trainin’ as you’ve had gettin’ into this business, as much skills as you’ve got…which is a lot!...none of ‘em…NONE of ‘em, can get you ready for the road that lies ahead of you. You’ve already got at least a rough idea of who some of your challengers will be, naturally, I’ve got my rematch clause so at any point in time I can crop up and cash in on that. And you already know who your number one contender is, the winner of this year’s Royal Rumble match, ‘The Beast’ Dan Ryan.”



**--HEAT--**



Cedrone: “I know. And that’s just the TOP of the list, I’m not even gonna start namin’ off everybody on this list because it would probably be just as easy to just say ‘the entire VWF locker room.’ But, what do I need to stand here and tell you all this for, you already know it’s not an easy job, but you can do it. I have confidence in ya. So with that, I wish you the utmost amount of luck…who knows?...you just might need it.”



**--Applause--**



Cedrone: “Which…brings me to my opponent here tonight.”



**--The fans give him a real boisterous chorus of boos as Cedrone grins--**



Cedrone: “Dan Ryan…never, since the days of ‘DBR’ Scott Carr…have there been a more brutal…sinister…maniacal…diabolical…vicious…beat ‘em up, rough ‘em up kinda guy here in the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation.”



“Since your arrival into this Company, you’ve done nothin’ but strike fear into the hearts of little children ALL around the World, and truth be told, you mighta stricken fear into some of the hearts of the competitors you’ve faced in your career so far. But indulge me if you will as I ask you this…have you ever come across someone like me before?”



“Yeah, you throw some powerful punches. Sure, you can squeeze the life out of a grizzly bear. You could probably even be more powerful than a locomotive if it wasn’t trademarked by Superman. And to all that, and then some, I can attest to because we’ve been in the ring together a time or two…believe me, I know what kind of power lies within. Then again, I probably DON’T know as much as I would like to think I do. But I sure do wish that it’s all I NEED to know. But have you ever faced anybody like me? The kind of guy who will stay down. The kind of guy who you pretty much have to kill in order to keep down. The kind of guy who will stop at NOTHING to feed you your first official loss here in the Vikin’ Wrestlin’ Federation. That’s my goal.”



“You may be lookin’ at this match…this fight…as nothin’ more than a showing of what you can and ‘will’ do to Scott when you get your hands on him come Bloodlust, and that’s fine and all, but if you think for one second that I’m gonna be some easy steppin’ stone to Bloodlust, you got another thing comin’. Some people may think that just because I’m not the VWF World Heavyweight Champion anymore that I don’t have the heart. As true as it may be that I’m not the World Champion anymore, their beliefs have no ground, because deep inside here…still beats the heart of a Champion.”



“Dan, you can beat me with a chair, throw the kitchen sink at me, beat me down with merciless intent, you can beat me within an inch of my life. You can try all you may, and try with all your might, you cannot and will not break my spirit. I’ve proven time and time again that until I’M ready to say it’s time…you will not keep me down. You…”



DAN RYAN: (still not out from backstage yet) “… can’t outwrestle you, can’t hold you back, can’t stop this feeling anymore… blah blah blah-bity-blah. Jonny, Jonny, Jonny…”







**--HEAT--**



Ryan steps out through the curtain but remains on the stage at the top of the aisle…



“What’s happened to us, Jonny? What happened to you at the Royal Rumble? Ya know, I guess I had you pegged all wrong. I thought you really believed all of this bullshit you’re talking about. I thought you actually would break through and seize your chance to put Scott DiBiase away and hang on to your World Championship.”



“It coulda been you, Jonny. It coulda been you.”



“But now… I mean, now what’s going on? You’re limping. You’re beltless. You’re making your ‘back in a corner’ speech and preparing for a fight that you might not be quite ready for. You look like a man who has suddenly exposed a weakness, and I’m not sure but… I don’t know if that’s the best situation to be in when you’re lookin’ across the ring from me.”



“Did you make someone angry, Jonny?”



“Did you piss off the wrong guy?”



“How did you get roped into a hardcore match with me only days after a brutal match at the Royal Rumble?”



“Some might say that being injured going into a regular match with me is pretty much suicide. But, going into a hardcore match with me? Tsk tsk tsk, Jonny. This can only lead to bad things.”



“Now you’ve said before that I don’t have to cripple people, that’s it’s unnecessary. You’re right about that. But why tempt me? When I have a match for the heavyweight championship of the world coming up, why give me an opening to make a statement by hurting the former champion. For my tastes, this is a little bit too much like Apollo challenging the Russian. I hope that analogy doesn’t play out, Jonny. I really do…”



“But you see, if I were to take it easy on you… if I were to not do everything I can to make this hardcore match worth the fans’ money, I would be disrespecting the business altogether. Now, I know you don’t want me disrespecting the business. I know you’re all gung ho about this sport and you’re definitely the rah rah flag bearer type…”



“So I just have to say, and I’m being completely honest here….”



Ryan looks on with mock concern….



“I might hurt you tonight, Jonny. I might hurt you really really badly.”



“Now, you’re a tough guy – but it’s over for you, Jon… at least for now. The only truth that matters is that my stated goal has always been to prove myself to be the best, and to go out into the ring and mow through everyone on my way to making that happen. The only thing that matters is the VWF World Championship… and unfortunately for you, the best way to show Scott DiBiase what he’s in store for… is the test this station’s destructive power on your home world of… err… to make an example of you.”



Smile…



“It’s not personal, Jonny. I don’t hate the fans. I don’t hate you. I’d do this to anyone. This is a man’s game, and while it’s unfortunate that you’re hurting right now, I can’t afford to let up on you – not now, not ever.”



“Come prepared for a fight, Jonny. Come prepared to defend yourself against unbridled determination and motivation… come prepared to say goodbye to these fans… ‘cuz it just might be the last time they see you for awhile.”



**--Ryan throws the mic down as “Zero” by Smashing Pumpkins kicks in and he gives a little smirk before turning and going back through the curtain. The camera picks up a last shot of an emotionless Jonny Cedrone as Crucifiction fades to commercials--**





(The VWF goes to commercial...)

 



 

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As the music hits, the smooth voice of Sean Paul is drained out by the heavy beat of hard drums and the strum of a guitar, as a specially made metal remix of Sean Paul’s “Get Busy” blares into the arena. Armando appears through the curtain, accompanied by Rodrigo who holds with him a gold topped cane. Armando makes his way confidently to the ring, showing his body to any females in sight. Rolling into the ring, the lights fall and rotate around the arena as Armando stands perched atop the second turnbuckle. After a brief moment, Armando falls to his feet and prepares.



JOEY STYLES: And what an opening contest we have for you tonight folks, as VWF newcomer Armando is set to take on…



The opening notes of Machine Head's From This Day blast through the arena. Four pointed, star-shaped lights flashing on and over the crowd intermittently, none for more than a second. As the song breaks into full flow, the entryway flares into a solid sheet of sparks, ice blue with flecks of silver. At full pelt Jaime runs through the sparks, tearing down the entrance ramp with further blue detonations following close on his heels. Without breaking stride he arcs, sliding fully halfway across the ring on his stomach before spring to his feet and leaping to the second turnbuckle, raising his arms and saluting the fans.



JOEY STYLES: …the man who calls himself "The Morningstar," Jaime Stark.



P. LICKIN: And we have the word of the prophets made more certain, and you will do well to pay attention to it, as to a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.



JOEY STYLES: …Was that…was that from the Bible?



P. LICKIN: Yep. Pretty impressive, huh?



The bell rings as the two men lock up, looking for the advantage. The more technical Stark whips Armando against the ropes. He goes for a clothesline on the rebound, but Armando ducks under launching himself against the other ropes for a reverse elbow to Stark's face! He follows with some heavy right hands before whipping Stark to the corner. Armando charges, only to be stopped with a boot to the face by Stark. Stark climbs the turnbuckle, looking for a high risk maneuver when suddenly…



JOEY STYLES: What's that low rumbling sound?



P. LICKIN: The apocalypse! 2012 is happening now! …I better find Alexia to hold tight!



P runs off as the arena begins to shake. After a moment, the ramp opens up to reveal…Silver Ford Ranger! He transforms from the truck mode to his Ranger mode, to a huge pop from the crowd. Silver slides into the ring and drops Armando hard with a lariat as Stark jumps off, hitting a dropkick on the Ranger! All three men are down as the ref begins to count. 1…2…Silver starts to stir…3…4…Stark is moving slowly, himself…5…Silver gets to his feet, as does Stark. Meanwhile, Armando is still down as Silver goes for the pin: 1…2…Stark breaks up the count, but Silver throws him out of the ring before going for another pinfall. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" The ref raises Silver's hand to a pop from the crowd.



JOEY STYLES: What…what in the…



P. LICKIN: (rushing back from the back) Okay, I miss anything?



JOEY STYLES: …did I ever tell you how much I hate you?

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Winner: [font color="lightblue"]Silver Ranger wins





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The camera cuts away from the glitz and glamour of the wrestling lights to a decidedly gloomier setting. The only light here comes from a distant orange glow which shines through an unseen window. Despite this, there are no indications as to where this scene is actually taking place. A complete pan of the room shows that the light does indeed come from outside and it is reflected upon an old, run-down and long-since-abandoned office.







At the desk sits a man whose green and gold mask is covering half of his face, the rest of which is covered by white face paint. This brute of a man - at least 270lbs - seems somewhat small, when in actual fact it is merely because he sits with his knees pulled to his chest. The camera centre's in on the man in an angle that was once popular with a certain promotion from the 1990's. This man is of course, Kill Crazy.



[font color=orange]Kill Crazy: Years ago people knew my name. They would stop and stare and point at me for all the right reasons. But recently, people have forgotten who I am. They don't remember how at the top of my game I was one of the most feared wrestlers ever and I had done some of the most outlandish stuff ever. I have to remind myself on a daily basis this outlandish stuff... It becomes difficult to remember what has happened...



It's a struggle for me to realise what I've actually done and what my crazy head has led me to believe I have done, maybe that's why they call me Kill Crazy.



In typical Kill Crazy fashion, his thoughts go off on a tangent and the viewer is left watching the masked man's manical eyes slide off into thought. A few short seconds pass before his eyes snap back into reality and he continues.



[font color=orange]Kill Crazy: I came to VWF because my name should be the one that is still in the lights. People should be paying their money to come and see what I'm going to do. In the past people would come far and wide to see exactly what I did. Well, VWF, you're in for a treat... you're going to see me on this broadcast later tonight... And I will be making that impact once again. My name in the lights...



Shit... I'm Kill Crazy. I'm one of the biggest names in this industry. I don't get forgotten. I don't let others transcend my greatness. I WILL MAKE AN IMPACT... I WILL KILL SOMEONE TONIGHT... I WILL... I WILL...



The scene transitions back to ringside whilst Kill Crazy is left repeating "I will" over and over.





(The VWF goes to commercial...)

 



 

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As Crucifiction returns from commercial, "Think About The End" hits, and out comes The Viking King.  He stands at the top of the ramp.  He stands with a referee and holds the United States Belt in his hands as he begins to speak...







VIKING: Tonight, in that ring, you have been expecting two competitors to fight it out for this belt right here... The United States Championship.  You expected Maxxx Hardcore to get his shot, and for Mr. Enigma to defend the belt.  Well, unfortunately, it seems that SOMEBODY has seen it prudent to take Mr. Enigma out of the picture.  What does that mean, you may ask?  Well, The Viking King doesn't know, because all He received was a letter saying "Mr. Enigma is out of the picture."  What does this mean?  Who knows.  But what it means for now is... two men need to fight for this belt.  So... that is why Alexander Cage is in the ring with Maxxx as we speak.  Referee, Alexander Cage is taking Mr. Enimga's spot, here is the belt, now go ring that bell...



The ref takes the belt and trots down the ramp.  Both men are already in the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Hardcore doesn't waste any time as he attacks Cage trapping him in his corner and showering him with punches. The ref asks him for a clean break but Hardcore continues to hammer Cage with his fists as his opponent attempts to protect himself. The ref starts a 5 count and get Hardcore up to four before he pulls him out. Cage quickly recovers and charges Hardcore taking him down to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. Cage returns the favor from earlier as he hammers Hardcore with a flurry of right hands. The ref pulls Cage off of Hardcore as he rolls out of the ring to regroup.



Joey Styles: “A great start to this United States Championship match up! Cage will not be giving up his title shot without a fight!”



P. Lickin: “Well he's got one in Maxx Hardcore! The man's an animal just like your mom!”



Cage drops and rolls to the outside as the ref yells at them both to get back in, then starts a ten count. Cage grabs “1...2..”Hardcore from behind and turns him around but Hardcore pokes him in the eye to the disdain of the fans. “3....4...” Hardcore hammers Cage with a right hand before pulling his arm and sending him to the barricades. “...5...6...”Cage crashes to the barrier with a loud thud as Hardcore talks trash towards the fans. He walks over to Cage and stomps him down as the ref's count is now at seven. Hardcore grabs Cage by the hair and rolls him to the ring before sliding in himself. Hardcore quickly goes for the cover...



1... 2... KICKOUT!



Joey Styles: “Kickout from the hopefull champion at the two!”



P. Lickin: “I'm a champion too! A champion of your.....”



Joey Styles: “AND HARDCORE IS GETTING UP! LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!”



Hardcore quickly climbs to his feet and picks Cage up. He hammers him with his fist again before pulling Cage's arm and attempting to send him towards the corner, but Cage reverses it and sends Hardcore to the corner instead. Hardcore hits the turnbuckle and Cage catches him with a back body drop as crashing Hardcore into the mat. Cage goes for the cover...



1... 2... Hardcore gets his shoulder up just in time!



P. Lickin: “HA! Can't keep Maxx on his back for long, unlike your mom who practically lives on her back!”



Joey: “This match is far from over but my fist isn't very far from your face!”



The match continues on with a steady back and forth, each competitor grains the advantage here, and there without eitehr of them gaining enough momentum to keep the other down for very long. Soon enough though both are struggling to their feet finally making it to their vertical base at the same time. They approach each other, and Hardcore fires the first shot with a right hand. Cage answers with a right hand of his own. Hardcore with another right, then Cage retaliates again with another hit. Just like that, we can see both men going at it in the middle of the ring exchanging blow after blow as they both start to stagger. Cage gains the upperhand as he nails Hardcore with a huge wind up punch. Hardcore stumbles back into the ropes bounces off to it. Cage catches him with a sickening side walk slam into a cover... 

1... 2... KICKOUT

 

Joey Styles: Hardcore kicks out at the two and a half. And to the great disappointment of the fans from the sound of it!”



A little later, as we reach the home stretch of the match, we can see Hardcore is down on the mat while Cage stalks him. The fans are going insane as Hardcore slowly climbs back up to his feet. He turns around as Cage charges to him for a Spear but Hardcore manages to dodge out of the way. Cage is barely able to stop in his tracks before he hits the corner. He quickly turns around as Hardcore kicks him in the midsection and grabs him by the head and turning him over before dropping him to the mat with the Eiffel Tower, his version of the Hangman's Neckbreaker. Hardcore quickly followed it up with a hook to the leg...

1... 2...THR KICKOUT!

 

P. Lickin: “How the hell did Cage kick out of it?”



Joey Styles: “The man is built like a brick shit house, you tell me!”



Frustration starts kicking in as Hardcore pounds the mat before climbing to his feet. He picks Cage up from the mat and hammers him with a couple of hard hits before pulling his arm and sending him to the corner. Cage crashes to the turnbuckle with a loud thud as Hardcore charges to him but Cage manage to get his boot up and hits Hardcore with a kick to the face. Hardcore staggers backward as Cage stalks him. Hardcore slowly turns around as Cage charges to him and tries to catch him with the spear, but Maxxx sidesteps it and Cage hits the corner.  Maxxx goes in, trying to hook a suplex, but Cage counters, laying a vicious boot to the midsection that has Hardcore gasping for air.  Alexander signals for a finale, and hoists Maxxx high into the air, looking to powerbomb him through the mat.



Styles:  Powerbomb!  No, wait!



Cage tries to release the powerful maneuver, but Maxxx holds on and locks in his patented triangle choke, The A2M. 



Joey Styles:  The A2M is locked in deep!



P. Lickin':  That's the second dirtiest move I have ever heard!



Joey Styles:  Whats the first?



P. Lickin':  Do yourself the pleasure and Google search the 'Hot Carl'.



Joey Styles:  Knowing you, I'd rather not.



Cage falls to a knee, as he begins to be sapped of all consciousness.



Joey Styles:  Alexander has had some MMA training against triangle choke submission holds, but, this late in the match, it doesn't look like he has the strength to fight it.



Maxxx wretches back, gritting his teeth, and Cage does all he can to stay in the match, but it doesn't look like its any use.  His eyes close.



Joey Styles:  Is Alexander out?  We better have a referee take a look to make sure!



The referee slides in, takes Cage by the wrist.  It falls.  ….1!



Joey Styles:  Maxxx doesn't look too happy that the referee has chosen to keep Cage in the match.



P. Lickin': And why should he?  Alexander is out cold!  Game over, man!



Joey Styles:  Cage is a warrior and refused to tap out.  Now this match falls within the official’s discretion.



The referee lifts Cage's arm again, and, like before, it drops.  ….2!



P. Lickin': This is ridiculous!  Call the match already!



Suddenly, The Vikingtron flashes onto a video feed that appears to be within a locker room.



Joey Styles:  There appears to be some technical difficulties with The Vikingtron...



Devan Nox, glistening with sweat, walks across the screen.



P. Lickin':  I don't see anything wrong with the Vikingtron at all.  It's working pretty sexy if you ask me.



Maxxx, upon realizing Nox is on the screen, releases the hold and his glued to the feed.  The referee checks on Cage, who slowly comes to.  Nox, crosses the screen again, adorned in wet work-out cloths, dries herself off with a towel.



Joey Styles:  I don't know what this is, but someone should tell Devan she's being watching.



P. Lickin':  No, no.  This is getting hot.



Nox lifts off her tank top to the cheers of the audience, including Maxxx in the ring, revealing a sport's bra underneath.  She dries her chest off and then, just as she appears to strip more, looks at the camera and addresses Maxxx.



Nox:  Good try, Maxxx, but I found your stupid little camera.  You're not as smart as you think you are, Maxxx and not anywhere as good-looking, but, I'm not the spiteful or revengeful type, even in the face of this obviously perverted prank.  You see, I feel like I am in a giving mood, so here's a tip:  stay out of my business.  It'll be less painful for you.



Maxxx laughs and disregards her words.



P. Lickin':  Right behind you Maxxx!



Joey Styles:  Riot Maker!  Riot Maker!  Riot Maker!



Cage comes up from behind, spins around Hardcore, and hits his signature cutter and Maxxx is instantly unplugged.  The referee slides in position.  ".1 ..2 ...3!!!"  Alexander Cage wins the contest and Devan Nox has a laugh at Maxxx's expense.



Joey Styles:  This just goes to prove that you can't win a match using the head in your pants and not the one in your skull.



P. Lickin':  Shut up, that saying is lame.  )-)-)



Winner: [font color="lightblue"]Alexander Cage wins the United States Championship





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[td height=40 valign=middle background=http://www.thevwf.net/pictures/segbg.jpg] [div align=center class=style1][strong]STEVEN PATRICK SEGMENT[/strong][/span] [/div]

Away from the ring, in his individual locker room, a smartly-dressed, well-groomed man stands next to VWF’s backstage interviewer, Kevin Bacon. He looks fairly impatient and is already regarding Mr Bacon with the air of a man who has far better things to do.



[font color =blue]Bacon:  Steven Patrick…Kevin Bacon, VWF backstage interviewer. I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on…[/color]







Patrick interrupts him in disgust, turning his nose up.



[font color=red]Patrick:  Good god, your name is Bacon? Shut up, you animal-killing freak.  You want to know my thoughts?   I’ve been in Chicago for four days, and in that time I’ve seen more idiots and more barbecued animals than I care to count.  The people are stupid, the city smells, and the animals die.  Its rather awful to be here, but I’m here.  I’m on a mission. It’s a solo mission. It will always be a solo mission. I’m here to change people’s lives, because I am that awesome.  I am perfection, and I know how to live my life.  I know how you should live yours. I also know how to wrestle.  Something no one in this building has managed to impress me with yet. I would go as far to say that not a single person here has the qualities I do.  I can say that because I know where I’ve been. Dojos in Japan. Dungeons in Canada. I learnt from the best and I became the best.  I firmly believe that there isn’t a single person here who can beat me.[/color]



 [font color =blue]Bacon:So…[/color]



Patrick cuts him off, as ever.



[font color=red] Patrick:  So why be here? Why sign? Why come out to this horrible city, why stand next to a smelly, ass-kissing, meat eating freak in this rat-infested arena? Simple, I signed this contract because I saw an opportunity, an opportunity for growth.  Not for me, for those lot out there. An opportunity for them to break out of their doledrum and see someone who’s really entertaining. Who really stands up. Who’s a real role model.  Who is a success. Who lives his life the right way.  And I am, the Prophet Of Success, I am perfection, I am your newest breakout star in the VWF, Steven Patrick.   [/color]



He stands lmpressively, puffing out his chest.



[font color =blue]Bacon: So…[/color]



He cuts him off again.



[font color=red] Patrick: You want to know my plans? I’ll tell you my plans.  Tonight’s my night.  Steven Patrick’s biggest moment.  I am going to put my boots on, walk down to the ring, and introduce myself. And I am going to do it in a way no one could ever possibly forget. I suggest everyone keeps their eyes open – assuming, of course, they can tear themselves away from their carcasses long enough – because you’re about to see something special, industry defining, unique – provided by the only man with enough talent, or enough balls to do it – Steven Patrick. See, I can ask and answer my own questions.  Soon, the VWF won’t need you. Now be on your way, I have things to do. [/color]



Affronted, Bacon quietly walks off.  Patrick walks in the other direction and the scene fades.   





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[td height=40 valign=middle background=http://www.thevwf.net/pictures/crbg.jpg] [div align=center class=style1][strong]"The American Storm" Crimson Lightening, Alex Thunder and Red Tornado Vs. "The Shmelky's" Ingee Shmelky, Shengee Shmelky and Jewel Hawkins[/strong][/span] [/div]

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The VikingTron flickers to life, as thunder rolls and "All of the Lights" hits as the crowd gets to it's feet...)



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("The American Storm," Crimson Lightening, Alex Thunder, Chris Monsoon and Red Tornado all come out, looking on as a chorus of boos comes out of the crowd.  They stalk down the ramp, smirking as they reach ringside and all roll in the ring.  They hit the four corners of the ring and pose, as the crowd continues to boo loudly.  They all hop down and high five each other in the middle of the ring as the music subsides and the crowd sits down.)



JOEY STYLES: The American Storm look confident tonight, P.



P. LICKIN: Did... you HAVE seen the Shmelky's, right?



The bell rings as Ingee and Crimson start out.  Ingee charges forward, and Crimson just kicks him in the midsection.  Ingee staggers backwards, and Crimson grabs him, sweeps his legs out, and flips him over by the legs, locking in The Most Painful Submission Move Ever.  Ingee taps like a bitch.  Crimson lets go as the crowd boos.  Outside, Alex, Chris and Red make short work of Shengee and Jewel, taking them out with a few chair shots.  Crimson picks Ingee up and tosses him out of the ring as he grabs a mic...







CRIMSON: Look at this trash.  This is what happens when you come into OUR ring in OUR country!  GET OUT OF HERE!  Get them out.  That's right... yet another couple of fools who think they can measure up to The American Storm.  The problem is?  We're AMERICAN... and we're just plain better than you. 



(Crimson drops the mic as "All of the Lights" hits again and the crowd boos loudly as The VWF goes to commercial.

 )-)-)



Winner: [font color="lightblue"]Crimson Lightening, Alex Thunder and Red Tornado win





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[td height=40 valign=middle background=http://www.thevwf.net/pictures/segbg.jpg] [div align=center class=style1][strong]MAVERICK JONES / SEAN LAYNE SLATE / BLACK DEATH SEGMENT[/strong][/span] [/div]

Maverick is seen backstage slipping on a knee brace to his right knee having tweaked it during the Royal Rumble last week. Approaches him is Sean Layne Slate, sporting a big boo-boo band-aid on his forehead.







Sean: Dude..



Maverick: Dude!



Sean: Dude...



Maverick: Dude!



Sean: Dude..



Maverick: Dude!



Sean: Dude...



Maverick: Dude!



Sean continues to say dude while Maverick just stares. Maverick gives a little cough and Sean snaps out of his brain-fart.



Sean: ...not cool what you did dude.



Maverick: What?



Sean: After everything that Stone and Cage did to us, you work with him to win that title? Dude?



Maverick: Well I didn't exactly work with him.



Sean: You won the thing with Simon.



Maverick: Right.



Sean: You kept it secret with Simon.



Maverick: Sort of.



Sean: You did it with him.



Maverick averts his gaze around a little.



Sean: And now you are the Britannia Champion!



Maverick: I know dude it's soooooo cool!



Sean: Yeah totally dude, wow that's heavy!



Sean picks up the title belt to admire it.



Maverick: Feels good to win and stuff.



Sean throws the belt over his shoulder before realizing why he was there in the first place.



It is at this point a very tall black man enters the room. Cheers from the crowd as they realize that he is in fact, Black Death. Maverick and Sean's jaws drop to the floor. Black Death offers Maverick a firm handshake, and then gets down and real with Sean as they light up the handshake department.







Sean: What up broski?



BD: I am good bro. Been in VWF and liking what I've seen so far. That was a nice win Maverick. I'm keeping my eye on the talent around here. Like you guys.



Maverick: Man this is soooooooo cool!!! You're a world reknown champion, 3x True Expert one of the most presitgious titles in the land! Why...I should stop telling you things you already know.



Sean: True that.



BD: Thanks for the kind words. Say Maverick I have an idea. You know that I got to the top of this business by never backing down from challenges and taking on everyone. Let's say you get that oppertunity and put up that belt against me tonight.



Sean takes a step back to allow some space between the tension. Maverick clicks his knee brace into place and grabs his title.



Maverick: Wow really? Cool, cool, cool. I made a vow that this time in my wrestling career that I would make the most of life. Because, you never know when you can be brought to a dark, dark place. I hate darkness and stuff. Well not dark like you, I like it, kinda strong and imposing, I mean I'm not racist I should shut up now.



Behind them a hooded figure walks into the locker room. All three men look at him and he stands there his face covered by the shadow cast from his hood. They look upon him as if they were gawking at a strange creature at the zoo.



...: Accept the match.



Black Death looks back and forth between this man and Maverick and Sean who continue to stare. Maverick shakes his head before turning to Black Death again.



Maverick: I accept.



He stands toe to toe, head to chest with Black Death as Sean continues to stare at the hooded man mesmerized. The man steps a bit further into the room and pulls his hood off of his head to reveal shoulder length braided hair, and a chinstrap goatee with no mustache. His black trench coat is covering his baby blue, black, and white camouflage fatigue pants, and combat boots. He keeps his hands in his pockets, and his head tilted to the side a little bit while he sizes up the three men in the room with him. His crucifix medallion that hangs around his neck is giving out an odd glow and sparkle as the man finally speaks again.



....: Good evening gentleman.



Black Death looks at the man, then  back and forth into the blank faces of Maverick and Sean. Finally he has to ask.



BD: Who the hell is this guy?



Letting out a small throat laugh.



....: Very straight forward for a man of your stature. But to answer your question, I am the travesty of a young scrappy underdog basketball college basketball team that scratched, clawed, upsetted a nation two years in a row to make it to the national championship game, just to fall short. I am the tragedy of a record earthquake that takes the lives of millions and enjoys the very blood lust of it all. Taking peoples lives, there homes, their lively hoods for pleasure, and leaving nothing more then a hole to fill. I am the cold blooded callus of a government that sends their troops overseas, breaking up there homes, separating them from there families, and forcing them to put there lives on the line defending the country so those back home can go ahead and decide to shut down, and make sure they don't get paid. I am the bully at school that makes your kids cry every morning, begging and pleading that they don't want to go to school to face me again. Take there lunch money, push them down, give them wedgies, humiliate them. I am the pain and the anguish that those poor tortured souls feel every morning. I am the violence that those kids bestow on those same bullies when they sneak a hand gun into the school and shoot everything in sight with a tear falling down there cheek.



Black Death looks back at Maverick who is still standing there with a blank look on his face waiting for the man's name, and at Sean who has his jaw on his chest just being totally memorized at this figure.



BD: What? Uh, so you going to tell us who the hell you are or what?



...: Look at you Black Death, just always wanting to get to the point. I'm everything, every body, all in one. But if its a name you are looking for, I am the "Violent Messiah" Ash Bombay. You may not know me, but I know everyone of you very well. I know your hunger, your greed, your avarice. It's OK, everyone has it. There is a new dawn upon VWF with Scott Dibiase now the VWF Heavyweight Champion, and with the influx of all the new talent in VWF. Tragedy strikes again, because with the dawn comes the dusk and the dusk is already upon VWF with my arrival. Monumental changes are coming. Be prepared. Hallelujah Hallelujah.



Maverick: Hallelujah...



Black Death does a double take. He looks back and Ash Bombay is gone. Maverick shakes his head around again.



Maverick: I am sore and stuff, but lets do this Black Death!



BD: Huh?



Maverick: One on one tonight, Black Death vs. Maverick Jones! I gotta go warm up.



Maverick grabs his belt as he walks out of the locker room. Sean shakes his head back and forth before walking out himself.



Sean: Dude.



Black Death stands there by himself now not sure what to make of that.



BD: What the hell? Isn't this Maverick's locker room?



Cut back to ringside.













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[td height=40 valign=middle background=http://www.thevwf.net/pictures/crbg.jpg] [div align=center class=style1][strong]Johnny Aggression Vs. The Professor Vs. Michael Bunda#1 Contender for the Eurocontinental Championship[/strong][/span] [/div]

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(-(-(

JOEY STYLES: This match is for the Number One Contendership to the Eurocontinental Championship.



P. LICKIN: And?



JOEY STYLES: And what?  It's an important match tonight.  The winner of this match goes on for a shot at the title.



P. LICKIN: So?  Who cares about the Eurocontinental title?  It's not like the world title.



JOEY Styles: It's an important title here in the VWF.



P. LICKIN: Then why is a dweeb like Johnny Aggression in this match?  Just give the shot to The Professor.



And the action begins.  All three men jump right into it.  The Professor takes down Michael Bunda with a huge kick to the gut, Johnny Aggression stands back and waits for Prof to turn around.  When Prof does, Aggression hits him with a huge DDT spiking his head intot he ground.  Bunda gets to his feet, but seems to be off his game, and Aggression throws him into the corner.  Aggression slams into Bunda in the corner and Bunda goes down.  Aggression celebrates a little bit, but The Professor jumps in and hits Aggression with a stiff lariat.



P. LICKIN: WOW THIS IS AWESOME!



JOEY STYLES: Told you this match would be good.



P. LICKIN: What?  Oh yeah, the match....



JOEY STYLES: What are you do...... P. what is that website on your laptop?



P. LICKIN: Nothing.



JOEY STYLES: That... That looks like my Moms kitchen...



P. LICKIN: Oh Hay, the match.



Johnny Aggression goes to Suplex The Professor, however the Professor reverses with a well placed Low Blow to the lil Aggressions.



P. LICKIN: OH MY GOD!



JOEY STYLES: …...



P. LICKIN: What?  That had to hurt.



JOEY STYLES: My Moms Kitchen?



P. LICKIN: Look at Bunda, what's he up to?



Bunda climbs to his feet and goes to attack both men.  Aggression and The Professor both turn and do a double Flap-Jack to Bunda.  Aggression picks Bunda up and hits a High Impact Snap Suplex.  The Professor picks Bunda up and slams him face first into the turnbuckle, then kicks him hin the balls.



JOEY STYLES: MY MOMS KITCHEN?



P. LICKIN: Sigh, Jesus Joey, it's a cooking show.  Didn't you know your Mom is doing an on-line cooking show?



JOEY STYLES: No....



P. LICKIN: I can't wait to eat your Moms pie.



JOEY STYLES: …..



Bunda is rocked and essentially out of the match.  Aggression and The Professor are throwing their all into this fight.  They are going back and forth putting on a good test of wills.  Joey Styles is practically creaming his Fruit of the Looms in pleasure at this match.  Luckily there isn't a web cam on him.  The back and forth action intensifies as the crescendo of the match comes crashing down.  Johnny Aggression takes The Professor to the corner.  He takes him up for a huge Superplex attempt.  However The Professor rakes the eyes and Aggression hits the mat hard.



The Professor looks out at the crowd and goes for a highly out of character elbow drop.



**SMASH**



The Crash of his elbow against the hard mat shows why he doesn't go for that kind of move often.  Johnny Aggression rolled out of the way at the last possible second.  Aggression kicks The Professor in the head with a shock “Snap Shot” out of nowhere.



Aggression goes for the pin. ".1 ..2 ...3!!!" )-)-)



Winner: [font color="lightblue"]Johnny Aggression wins and is the #1 Contender for the Eurocontinental Championship





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[td height=40 valign=middle background=http://www.thevwf.net/pictures/segbg.jpg] [div align=center class=style1][strong]SEAN EDMUNDS SEGMENT[/strong][/span] [/div]

Kyle Bacon stands in front of “Simply Sensational” Sean Edmunds’

lockerroom door.  He paces back and forth waiting for the Pan-Pacific

champion to start his path to the curtain. Having not gotten anything

from Miss Karla only moments before she disappeared into the

lockerroom, he is determined to corner Edmunds once and for all.







Bacon looks down at his microphone as the handle behind him slowly

turns. The door opens as Edmunds, fully expecting Bacon to be there,

appears in view.



“Sean!” Bacon exclaims.



Edmunds steps into the hallway as Miss Karla squirms behind him and

shuts the door. She steps behind Bacon out of his line of sight.



“Kyle,” Edmunds says unimpressed.



“Tonight you step into the ring with the former Britannia Heavyweight

champion, T.D. Alexander and the current Eurocontinental champion,

Kamikaze!”



“Really?” he playfully questions.



“Really!” Kyle responds unfazed by the sarcasm. “As one of the final

four in the Royal Rumble you have secured a shot at a championship

belt.”



“Really?!” Edmunds responds with even more faux-enthusiasm.



“REALLY!” Kyle matches, although his enthusiasm is real. “There’s been

a lot of speculation, but I’m here right now to find out …”



“Kyle, Kyle .. Kyle,” Edmunds interjects. “Let me tell you something

right here, and right now. I walked into the VWF on February 14th and

manhandled, totally OUTCLASSED, Alexander Cage and Maverick Jones.

Then I walked into the Pan-Pacific Championship match against Brandy

Rose … and I finally ended the charade of characters who’ve desecrated

the integrity of this belt.” Edmunds pats the belt around his waist.

“Then, I went into the Royal Rumble .. and I proved to the WORLD that

“Simply Sensational” Sean Edmunds is the FUTURE of the VWF.”



“Yes,” Kyle interrupts, “but what bel…”



Edmunds puts his finger in the air silencing Bacon.



“So not only have I made a splash in the VWF in such little time.. but

now, TONIGHT, I have the opportunity to add two more notches to my

belt. T.D. Alexander, the little boy who lost everything at the

Rumble, and Kamikaze. I’m about to walk out there, in just a few

minutes, and shame two of the VWF’s biggest,” air quotes, “stars,” end

air quotes, “and you want to know what title I think I’m going to get

next?”



Edmunds stands there as Bacon looks confused.



“Well, yes.” He responds.



Edmunds smiles and drapes his arm around Bacon’s shoulder as the two

begin to walk down the hallway.



“Fine, I’ll play along.”



Bacon smiles back. Edmunds recoils slightly and shakes his head quickly.



“Please, don’t smile.”



Bacon cocks his head to the side.



“You see, Kyle,” Edmunds continues, “Since I’m currently on a mission

to restore the prestige to the Pan-Pacific Championship, I think it is

only fair that the Viking King provide me with a belt that has a

lineage full of talent .. full of the history that befits “Simply

Sensational.” I can only save one title at a time, you know.”



Edmunds smirks.



“You mean the Britannia Heavyweight belt?!” Kyle excitedly cuts in.



“OH GOD NO.” Edmunds throws his arms up. “I said I want a belt that

means something.”



Edmunds shakes his head.



“Besides,” Edmunds leans forward, “Maverick Jones would throw a hissy

fit. Hell, I imagine that he’s in the Viking King’s office right now

.. mumbling out the sides of his mouth as he blows the Viking King,

“Please, VK, please don’t give Sean Edmunds another opportunity to

expose my lack of talent to the world!”  No, no, Kyle.”



Kyle stops short as Edmunds keeps walking.



“Then which title?!”



Edmunds keeps walking, Karla at his side, but answers as he turns the corner.



“Dan Ryan’s.”





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It is with great pleasure that I announce the ever-expanding CWC Realm to count some new feds and old faces to the staff.

First, I would like to announce SFT and GWA Joining the CWC family as Full Member Feds.

Strike Fantasy Towers (SFT - http://www.striketowers.com/) marks it's beginnings back to October of 2001, and in that time has gone through a merger between it's 2 parent feds (SFW and XCW) and has continued on for the past decade.  Helmed by Switchblade, it boasts a roster of about 2 dozen characters, a weekly show called Thursday Night Titans, and a monthly PPV.  This is yet another fed that has a long standing history that is looking to get it's name and roster out there by joining CWC.

Global Wrestling Alliance (GWA - http://www.gwa4life.bravehost.com/) started in July 2001, marking another decade fed joining CWC's ranks.  Helmed by Levi Hershey, the GWA boasts a roster around 3 dozen roleplayers handling over 40 characters, and giving a weekly show called Worldwide.  With the addition of GWA, we have added yet another fed that will no doubtingly be a long standing and productive member of CWC.

But that's not all!

It is with great pleasure that I also announce the expanding of our staff here in CWC.  Due to our ever expanding universe, we have added a Creative Staff position.  This position will assist the rest of the staff here in the writing of shows, and assisting with other duties as we need.  This position will not include decisions over match outcomes at this time, to allow these individuals to participate in CWC shows and compete on a level playing field.  These individuals are Kamikaze of The VWF, Joey K of Joeyland, LOH of PrYde/CPW/NCW, and Jesse Styles of New Edge.  These four will, moving forward, help add more diversity to the staff, and add some extra behind the scenes assistance that we need as we expand and continue to be the best and most cutting edge Interfed on the internet today.

Please help me welcome these new feds and new staff members to CWC.