Gil: Thing are looking rather bleak for Maverick folks. We have seen not much from the man who claimed to be back in VCW.
Lucius: It goes without saying that Maverick has been placed on somebody's bad list.
Santa Claus spryly circles the ring with Chris Maverick, who seems unsure how to tackle the jolly behemoth as Ms. Claus happily cheers her husband on. They meet up in the ring and lock up, but the power struggle immediately ends with Santa pushing him into the corner behind Maverick.
Gil: If i could take a look into Santa's bag of goodies...
Lucius: You would not have a leg to stand on with Santa.
Santa immediately catches Maverick with a flurry of punches to his chest and stomach, finishing up with an uppercut to Chris's jaw, stunning him. The fans sound off with Santa as he laughs.
Gil: Seasons Beatings is about to happen folks!
Lucius: Coal Express is coming to Chris's christmas!
Santa runs straight at Chris Maverick, connecting with a full on 600 pound body splash that knocks the wind out of Chris's body. Santa grabs ahold, lifting him up and over in the center of the ring. He looks towards the corner...than back at Chris's limp form.
Lucius: Oh fuck yes!
Gil: He wouldn't even..
Santa takes to the corner, take the first step up, the fans getting increasingly excited as he climbs the corner, surprisingly having no trouble despite his age and weight. He chuckles as he gets to the top, turning around to position himself.
Gil: IS HE BATSHIT INSANE!?
Santa jumps off the top, going for the full body contact slam seen around the world...
The impact not only makes Chris Maverick briefly turn purple from loss of oxygen, his expression of pure shock and defeat, but upon Santa getting up the referee merely signals for the bell..
Ann: Your winner by Knockout...SANTA CLAUS!
Gil: Sweet jesus the sky definitely fell tonight on Chris Maverick!
Lucius: To say the least, he's out of commission...wait here comes the medics now to scrape him out.
Dick Fury hops off the turnbuckle as his music continues to play throughout the arena as Fill stands in his corner, a calm look in his eyes. Fury unclips the VCW Championship belt and raises it in the air as he smirks in Fill's direction.
Gil: The intensity in this ring seems to be an all time high as the two have very different perspectives on rising to the occassion.
Lucius: Fill brings to the VCW a rare confidence, it doesn't show unless pressured and that's what our esteemed heavweight champion was trying to do this week prior to tonight's match.
The bell is rung as the two begin to circle each other in the ring, Fury taking the initative to test out Fill's reaction time by stepping forward, only to step back once Fill reacts.
After a few seconds of getting his reaction tested, Fill returns the favor by immediately charging at the champion, grabbing him and pushing him to the corner. Dick raises his hands at the ref asks for Fill to back off, but Fill ignores him.
Fill immediately steps back, but follows it up with a slap to Fill's face, getting a response of surprise from the fans and a look of temporary shock from Dick as he backs away.
Gil: Fill trying to get in the head of the champion here folks. Trying to show he's not intimidated by Dick's wrestling skills.
Lucius: Intimidated?! What shoes could he fill?
Fill and Dick lock up in the center of the ring, but its Dick with the leverage, locking in the headlock, but Fill takes to the ropes, pushing Dick off him. Dick rebounds as Fill lies flat on the mat, but instead hopping over him and back for an advantage, he simply stops and tries an elbow drop.
Fill moves out of the way as Dick rises back up, pressing the opening gained as Fill gets up he grabs ahold of him, connecting with a vicious european uppercut, that staggers Fill long enough to follow up with a german suplex.
Lucius: The champ showing Fill here what happens when you disrespect him in the ring!
Gil: Dick with the pinfall!
TWO~Fill kicks out of the bridged suplex pin as both wrestlers get up again, but this time Fill's a few seconds faster as he connects with a kick to the gut and follow it up with a DDT, planting the champion to the mat.
Lucius: What is this!? Get up Dick!
THR~Dick powers out, much to a mixed reaction from the crowd, even Ann gets up from her chair as Fill looks on with complete surprise. He stands up and mocks the ref's partial count as he goes to stomp on Dick's legs in retaliation.
Lucius: He's hurting our pride and joy here folk! Ref stop him!
The ref pushes him back Fill as Dick gets a moment to recover, but Fill pushes the ref away. He grabs ahold of Dick's legs, but is pushed away towards the ropes.
Gil: Going for that figure four leg lock, but was denied by Dick's quick thinking.
Fill goes at Dick as he is getting up to one knee, but dick quickly, grabbing Fill up and dropping him with a sidewalk slam. He goes for the cover.
THR~Fill kicks out of the cover. Frustration setting into Dick's face as Fill continues to lie there.
Lucius: Nothing seems to be putting Fill down by Dick Fury!
Gil: Nothing seems to be working to extinguish the fire in Fill tonight.
As Dick manages to get up again, he's pulls back down to the mat as Fill strongly grabs ahold of Dick's legs, managing to flip him over on his back as the fans get excited. He locks in the figure four, falling back to the mat as he clamps down on the injuried leg, causing Dick to scream out in pain.
Gil: Fill has the figure four locked in and could be out to do the impossible tonight folks!
Dick struggles to inch towards the ropes, but Fill pulls back, the ref checking on Dick's condition. You can see the determination by Fill to make this happen as Dick refuses to tap out.
Lucius: Come on Dick!
Gil: Shit, where is your pom-poms at?
Dick struggles to reach the ropes, his hand merely inches this time away. Fill tries his hardest to add more leverage, but Dick clamps onto the bottom rope at the last possible moment, saving him from defeat.
Gil: Fill isn't letting go of the hold!
Lucius: Damnit he got to the ropes, give up Fill!
The ref begins to count to five, at the count of four Fill lets go and releases, clearly drained of his strength as well as he and Dick recover briefly. Dick uses the ropes to struggle up as Fill regains the motivation to finish the job. He grabs ahold of Dick, but he counters with a european uppercut, follwoing it up with a stiff right as he hobbles a bit on left leg. The fans giving a mixed reaction to what was possibly Fill's match.
Lucius: Give him what for Dick!
Dick is countered by Fill as he whips him to the ropes. As Fill goes to grab him, Dick ducks and continues on to the opposite side, rebounding back and kneeing Fill in the gut. He quickly stick Fill between the legs, pulls his arms up and hits the underhook facebuster in desperation as he quickly covers Fill.
Gil: Damnit no!
The bell rings as Dick slumps off of Fill and lies on his back as some of the fans in the arena begin to boo him.
Ann: And your winner of this match...your VCW Champion....DICK! FU~RY~!
Lucius: One hell of a match by-
Gil: Fill had this match won!
Lucius: I don't know what you're talking about! Fill brought the thunder to our VCW Champion, but he is not victorious tonight!
Dick is handed the VCW Championship belt as his theme music plays throughout the arena, he is assisted out of the ring by the ref as Fill looks on, the same determined look on his face.
Gil: One can only hope that Fill makes it to the finals and faces Dick again at Kingdom Come.
Lucius: Hopefully not, but with fights like this in store for the champion, can Dick Fury continue to prove he is better than everyone else?
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