Ignition 2×10

With Dixon’s story left unfinished, VWF begins a new chapter…

 

Ignition opens with a view of the newly crowned VWF Tag Team Champions in the center of the ring. Scott Diamond, the current VWF Champion and one half of the Tag Team Champions had both of his championships on display, one over each shoulder. Beside him was Lawrence Larkspur, the self proclaimed best tag team wrestler in the world. Before either man could get a word out, the audience was already beginning to boo.

Lawrence: You’re only hurting yourselves by continuing to act like savages. Imagine, not wanting to listen to the greatest faction to ever grace a ring. Five years strong. No betrayals. No ego. Just straight dominance! 

Lawrence: You people should be counting your lucky stars that-

Somehow, the displeasure from the audience grew louder.

Scott: Sounds like they hate you, partner.

Lawrence frowned at Scott. 

Lawrence: I could give  a damn about this podunk town anyway. You people will NEVER see another star like me. The only man to ever know one thousand and a half holds!

Scott leaned in. 

Scott: Is that a thing? How? How did we land on a ‘half’ move? 

Lawrence: Never heard of a quarter nelson? Quarter half?

Scott: ……T-that’s not how that works

Lawrence: …..

Scott: Moving on!

Scott walks to the opposite side of the ring, rolling his eyes. 

Scott: L-dawg and I here are without opponents for Sandstorm, our next PLE. So we’re here tonight to issue an open challenge to anyone. Anyone at all.

Lawrence rushed over.

Lawrence: Seriously? Anyone?

Scott: Yes. Look at us. What’s the worst that could happen?

*Arena Lights Go Out*

*Motorcycles Rev Up*

“Hear ye, hear ye! The Chaos Reapers, Father Yoseph and Mean Gene, hereby accept the open challenge for the tag belts! And to the Golden Age, we say:

“Your iniquities have reached unto the heavens! You have sown the winds of pride and arrogance, and now you shall reap the whirlwind of destruction!

“This is not a contest for fleeting riches or temporal glory, but a reckoning for your very souls! We are the instruments of God’s wrath, come to exact justice upon your heads!

“You have mocked the righteous and scorned the meek, but now the tables shall be turned! You shall be cast down from your lofty thrones and brought low, even unto the dust!

“Behold, the day of reckoning is at hand! Let the chaos begin, and let the destruction start! For the Lord hath spoken, ‘Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, and I shall repay’!

“We come not for the belts, but for your very souls! You shall face the full fury of the Chaos Reapers, and you shall know the true meaning of pain and suffering!”

The camera backstage focuses on Kent Lassiter having a conversation with Madison Cox.

Cox: So you mean after your entire time you have been missing this is why you returned?

Kent: Well yeah. This is big, do you really want Golden Age to be looked down on like the Internet is doing right now?

Cox: No.

Kent: Do you know how irate Dennis is going to be when he finds out? He’s going to be beyond angry and you know that.

Cox: We don’t want that at all.

Kent: No we don’t. But in order to fix people calling us names like coward! Yellow belly! And they even said every member of Golden Age is paper champions!

Cox: Np we can’t have this! How can I resolve this issue?

Kent: Well Haku and Jacob weren’t pinned in that match with Scott. I say that we make another match with Scott facing the two of them.

Cox: That’s a wonderful idea! Consider it done!

Kent smiles.

Kent: but what’s even better is if you add me into the match. Some backup for Golden Age Incase they try to double team him of course. We want the match to be fair now don’t we?

Cox shakes her head.

Cox: No we don’t! So I will add you to protect Scott Diamond!

Kent has a huge grin as the camera fades away.

 

Cup match 

Poul vs Ares*

 

Mike Diamond is standing in the ring to a loud ovation from the crowd. 

Diamond: So once again the Diamond and Amir saga continued when he answered my open challenge. I give Amir all the credit in the world as usual for taking me to my limits. 

Diamond walks around and continues to talk. 

Diamond: But once again I faced my limits and I broke through them once again. Getting stronger and finding new ways to retain this championship once again. 

Diamond holds his championship high in the air to a loud pop from the crowd. 

Diamond: Amir brother, anytime you wanna throw down you know where to find me. 

Diamond pauses for a brief moment. 

Diamond: But that’s not what everyone wants to talk about. The million dollar question on everyone’s mind is who was that at the end of the show that attacked me. So I’m here tonight to adre……..

Before Diamond can finish his statement a spotlight can be seen from the rafters where it sees the mystery man applauding to Diamond. 

???: Please tell them all about me. Or better yet would you rather I tell them? 

Diamond looks irritated in the ring. 

???: My name is Phillip Diamond III. 

The crowd ohhhs not knowing what is going on. 

Phillip: Let’s talk about the long lost brother that nobody ever talks about. Let’s talk about how you went off and became a big time star and you just look down upon the family that you claim to look over right? 

Diamond looks stunned just standing in the ring. 

Phillip: Mike where were you during my birthdays? Or how about the time mom was sick and you thought sending money would help? Or better yet our dad’s funeral. You couldn’t even show up to send him off huh? 

Phillip smiles at Mike. 

Phillip: No you put that all on me. Big old Mike Diamond off at some bingo hall paving his way in the business and didn’t look back. You know who’s career was sacrificed just so you could advance yours? 

Phillip points to himself. 

Phillip: Big old brother, couldn’t even pull some strings and get me a tryout. But guess who saw a video of me and saw potential in me? 

Diamond looks ashamed in the ring. 

Phillip: Madison Cox said come on in. She told me to make a statement so I did just that. So big worthless brother I look forward to making your life a living hell. 

The camera fades to black with the two brothers staring at each other and the crowd is just totally silent.

 

Asylum vs Ahmed

 

[The scene opens with Elijah Byrd standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The lights dim, and a spotlight focuses on him as he raises a microphone to his lips.]

Elijah Byrd:

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, I stand before you with a message loud and clear. You see, there are those in this business who talk a big game, who strut around like they own the place, only to crumble under the pressure when it really counts. Baine, the so-called lethal veteran, decided to be a punk and pack his ball, throwing a fit towards VWF Management. And then there’s Briggs, who wussied out of our match. It’s pathetic, really.”

Byrd shakes his head in disdain, the crowd reacting with boos for Baine and Briggs.

“But let me make one thing crystal clear – I am not like them. I am here to fight, to prove myself every single night, and to show the world what true greatness looks like. And it doesn’t matter if it’s Baine, Briggs, Kurt Storm, David Jackson, Frank Walker, or Sinister. Line them all up, and I will beat them down, one by one!”

The crowd erupts in cheers as Byrd’s intensity radiates through the arena.

“I’ve faced adversity, I’ve been through the wringer, and I’ve come out stronger every single time. And now, I’m on a mission – a mission to become the greatest Pacific Champion of all time. This title will not just be a piece of gold around my waist; it will be a symbol of my dominance, my resilience, and my unmatched talent.”

Byrd paces the ring, his confidence unwavering.

“So, to everyone in the back who’s too scared to step up, to everyone who doubts me, and to every so-called competitor who thinks they can stand in my way – know this: Elijah Byrd is here to stay. I will take on any challenge, overcome any obstacle, and I will leave a legacy that no one can touch.”

He raises the microphone high, his voice filled with determination.

“Remember this moment, because this is the beginning of an era. The era of Elijah Byrd – the era of the greatest Pacific Champion of all time!”

The crowd roars in approval as Byrd drops the microphone, his eyes blazing with determination. The camera fades to black, leaving the audience in awe of the passionate declaration they’ve just witnessed.

Byrd Drops the mic and is interrupted by SANTOS who stans on the entrance way doing the title motion around his waist.

Commentary: Santos has just issued a silent chllenge to Elijah Byrd and his Pacific Championship! Will they collide next week on Adrenaline?!

 

Showtime vs Blake Adams

Lawrence is standing in the ring waiting for his cup finals match against Santos. Santos steps on to the stage with a microphone.

Santos: Lawrence I will cut to the chase. I don’t feel a need to fight you tonight. I have my eyes set on a greater prize.

Lawrence stares at Santos confused as he walks backstage. The ref raises Lawrence’s hand as he just stares at the curtain waiting for something to happen as the camera fades to black.

Scott Diamond is seen walking through the building with his Heavyweight championship on his shoulder. Kent comes running up to Scott.

Kent: Scott my brother, Madison is off the deep end!

Scott stares confused at Kent.

Kent: She went on a rampage about all the online chatter about you being a paper champion.

Scott: Paper champion? I just pinned Zac Taylor in the middle of the ring. In a match designed for me to lose against Jacob Williams and Haku. How am I the paper champion here?

Kent: I’m not sure but she booked you against Haku and Jacob Williams for your championship!

Scott kicks over a box full of video equipment.

Scott: What the actual hell?

Kent: Hell is right! She made it a Hell in a Cell Ironman match! But don’t worry I have your back. I convinced her to add me to the match so we can make sure you retain. We need all the power in GA like we always have.

Scott nods to Kent and they fist bump as the camera fades to black.

 

The show returns with security pushing Quinn and Jade out of the arena.

Quinn: What the hell is this?

Security: Per order of Mrs. Cox you are still suspended without pay.

Jade: But we are booked in a match with her tonight.

Security keeps pushing them out.

Security: Well looks like not tonight, take it up with the board if you have a problem!

Fifteen security guards finally get Quinn and Jade out of the arena as the crowd boos. The door slams shut in their face as the camera fades to black.

 

Frank Walker vs Sexton Hardcastle

 

Aliyah Brody  vs  Madison Cox  vs  Mio Sakura* 

Scott Diamond and Kent storm the ring. As soon as they get in the ring a hot Scott Diamond demands a microphone.

Scott: Madison just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?

The crowd attempts to boo Scott but he just ignores them and continues talking.

Scott: I retained my damn championship in a match I was told I couldn’t win and what is my reward? Almost the exact identical rematch except we are minus one person. Just who in the hell thinks Jacob and Haku even deserve the shot huh?

Scott looks back at Kent who just shrugs and Scott turns away to talk again.

Scott: But at least this time I have a fellow GA member with me. If I have to do something then yes it is always better when you are with the people you can call family.

The camera pans out to see the entire ring.

 

[After her match, Whitney Hilton Catches up with Aliyah Brody standing backstage, a scowl etched on her face. She grabs the microphone from the interviewer, pushing them aside, and stares directly into the camera, her eyes burning with anger.]

Aliyah Brody:

“Cut the crap. I’m not here to play nice or sugarcoat anything. I was rightfully robbed out of the Women’s Championship, and everyone saw it. Everyone except for that blind referee who counted three faster than I could blink!”

She pauses, letting the crowd’s boos filter in, feeding off their negative energy.

“Let’s set the record straight: I knocked Madison Cox out cold. She was out of the picture. And then, I had Mio Sakura lined up perfectly for my finisher – the Bombs Over Brody. You all know what was coming next. Mio was about to get flattened, and the Women’s Championship was about to be mine. But what happens? A quick, suspiciously fast count from Mio, and suddenly she’s the champ?”

Brody’s face contorts with rage, and she points a finger at the camera.

“This is a joke, a complete and utter travesty. General Manager Matthews, you better rectify this situation immediately. This isn’t a request; it’s a demand. If you don’t have the guts to do what’s right, I’ll take this all the way to higher management. I’ll make sure everyone knows how you let this farce happen under your watch!”

She steps closer to the camera, her voice dripping with venom.

“I’ve worked too damn hard to be screwed over by incompetence. I am the rightful Women’s Champion, and I won’t rest until that title is around my waist. So Matthews, fix this mess, or I promise you, things are going to get a lot uglier around here. Because when the Saints become Sinners, you get a Midnight Rider. And at midnight, they will ride again.”

She smirks, tossing the microphone aside, and storms off, leaving the backstage area buzzing with tension and anticipation.

 

 

*Frank Walker walks back behind the curtains after his debut match with Sexton Hardcastle.

[Whitney Hilton] Frank, just a brief moment with you. How did you feel making your debut?

[Frank Walker] I feel amazing

[Whitney Hilton] I see, where do yourself going from here? The crowd was behind you all the way.

[Frank Walker] I see myself as VWF world champion and sending a message to those in the back that wanna kick my ass so bad and yes the people the fans here in VWF are truly amazing and I’m blessed to be around people who love and respect the future of VWF

[Whitney Hilton] With you wanting a rematch next week against Sexton Hardcastle, can we expect win?

[Frank Walker] Yes you can expect that and sexton gave me all he got tonight and he became the better man but Sexton next time me and you are in the ring it’s not going to be pretty for you

*Frank Walker walks off camera pulling the tape off his hands*

 

 

The arena lights dim, and the ominous, heavy guitar riffs of Baine’s entrance music reverberate through the arena. The crowd boos loudly as Baine strides down the ramp, a scowl etched on his face. He climbs into the ring, grabs a microphone, and paces back and forth before stopping to address the audience.

Baine: “Shut up and listen, because I’m only going to say this once.”

The crowd’s boos intensify, but Baine stands unfazed, glaring at the fans with disdain.

Baine: “I’ve been a part of the VWF for far too long, and let me tell you something – I hate what this place has become. This once-great federation, this sanctuary for the best in the business, has turned into a circus filled with clowns and pretenders. A week ago I beat Jacob Williams in a very close contest one of the biggest wins in recent memory for BAINE and what do I get? I get thrown into a curtain jerk with Showtime. What the hell do you think this is? Some kind of freak show for Baine? Crowd Boos… YOU KNOW WHAT… thats right, you didn’t even get to see that match because the VWF cut the damn TV feed right before my match. So for you jack asses at home, lets look at the Titantron, you call see that match now…

Baine sneers, shaking his head in disgust.

Baine: Thats right, BAM I beat that punk 1, 2, 3, right in the middle of the mat!

Baine takes a few steps, catches his breath and looks around.

Baine: “We’ve got characters like The Fernanator, Vincent, Cat Bob and Sinister running around, making a mockery of what wrestling should be. And these rookies, these fresh-faced nobodies, waltzing in here thinking they’re owed something. Newsflash, kids – you haven’t earned a damn thing!”

The crowd’s jeers grow louder, but Baine continues, his voice dripping with venom.

Baine: “And then there’s the management – General Manager Stephen Matthews and the so-called owner, Rachel Cardoza. You two have made a mess of my career. You’ve disrespected me, sidelined me, and treated me like an afterthought. I’m disgusted with the way you’ve handled my legacy. I’ve bled, sweat, and sacrificed more than any of you could ever understand, and for what? To be surrounded by this mediocrity?”

Baine’s eyes blaze with fury as he steps closer to the camera.

Baine: “So here’s the deal – I’m taking this time to reassess my future. I’m done with the games, the politics, and the garbage that this place has become. And until I decide what’s next for me, General Manager Matthews, Owner Rachel Cardoza, and the rest of the Cardoza Administration can kiss my ass!”

The crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and shocked gasps as Baine smirks, reveling in their reaction.

Baine: “I’ve been a champion, a legend, a force to be reckoned with. But you’ve all forgotten who I am. Well, consider this a reminder – I’m Baine, and I refuse to be a part of this joke any longer. When I return, it’ll be on my terms. And God help anyone who stands in my way.”

Baine drops the microphone with a loud thud, his music blaring once more as he exits the ring, leaving the crowd in stunned silence. The camera lingers on his cold, determined expression before fading to black.

The arena is packed with roaring fans, the energy palpable as the lights dim. The titantron flickers to life, displaying highlights of Kurt Storm’s recent victories. Suddenly, Storm’s entrance music blares through the speakers, and the crowd erupts. Kurt Storm strides confidently to the ring, flexing his muscles and soaking in the cheers. He climbs into the ring, grabs a microphone, and waits for the noise to settle before speaking.

Kurt Storm: “Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for a storm to sweep through the VWF. The time has come for Kurt Storm to take his rightful place at the top!”

The crowd cheers, feeding off Storm’s confidence and charisma.

Kurt Storm: “I’ve battled the best, I’ve pushed through every obstacle, and I’ve proven time and time again that I’m a force to be reckoned with. But there’s one mountain left to climb, one challenge left to conquer. And that challenge is standing tall as the VWF World Heavyweight Champion.”

The fans buzz with anticipation as Storm continues.

Kurt Storm: “Dennis Black, you’ve been a dominant champion. You’ve faced legends, you’ve taken down giants, but you’ve never faced a force of nature like me. You see, Dennis, you’re at the top of the mountain, but I’m the storm that’s coming to knock you off.”

Storm pauses, letting the intensity of his words sink in.

Kurt Storm: “I’ve watched you, Dennis. I’ve studied every move, every match, every victory. And I respect what you’ve accomplished. But respect only goes so far. Because when we step into that ring, it’s not about respect. It’s about survival. It’s about who wants it more. And I want that VWF World Heavyweight Championship more than anything.”

The crowd cheers louder, rallying behind Storm’s fiery determination.

Kurt Storm: “So, Dennis, I’m challenging you to a match at Adrenaline. One-on-one, no excuses, no distractions. Just you and me, fighting for the most prestigious prize in this business. The VWF World Heavyweight Championship.”

The fans are on their feet, excitement buzzing through the arena.

Kurt Storm: “I’m not just coming to win, Dennis. I’m coming to make a statement. I’m coming to show the world that Kurt Storm is the future of this industry. And when that bell rings and my hand is raised in victory, there will be no doubt who the true champion is.”

Storm lowers the microphone, his intense gaze fixed on the camera.

Kurt Storm: “Dennis Black, prepare yourself. Because the storm is coming. And at Adrenaline, I’m taking that championship. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

Storm drops the mic as his music hits again, the crowd erupting in cheers. He poses for the fans, flexing his muscles and exuding confidence as the camera fades to black, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming clash at Adrenaline.

Commentary: How will Dennis Black Respond?

 

 

General Manager Stephen Matthews Announces Fatal-4-Way Match for the Women’s Championship at Sandstorm

The camera cuts to the VWF arena, where the crowd is buzzing with anticipation. The lights dim slightly as the familiar entrance music of General Manager Stephen Matthews begins to play. The fans cheer as Matthews steps onto the stage, microphone in hand, and makes his way to the center of the ring. He pauses, soaking in the energy of the audience before raising the mic to speak.

Stephen Matthews: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another electrifying night of VWF action!”

The crowd erupts in cheers, showing their enthusiasm for the night’s events.

Stephen Matthews: “As we march toward Sandstorm, one of the most anticipated events of the year, I know you’re all eager to see the best of the best compete for glory. And tonight, I’m here to make a blockbuster announcement regarding the VWF Women’s Championship.”

The audience buzzes with excitement, eager to hear what Matthews has to say.

Stephen Matthews: “At Sandstorm, we will witness a match that will define the very essence of competition and determination. Four of the most talented and fierce competitors in the VWF women’s division will clash in a Fatal-4-Way match for the Women’s Championship!” “In this match in the Middle East, will be Aliyah Brody… Puddin… Madison Cox and defending champion MIO SAKURA!!!!

The crowd’s anticipation reaches a fever pitch as Matthews continues.

Stephen Matthews: “At Sandstorm, these four incredible athletes will step into the ring, and only one will emerge victorious as the VWF Women’s Champion. This is a match you won’t want to miss, a battle for supremacy, a clash of titans. Who will rise to the occasion and claim the gold? Find out at Sandstorm!”

The crowd explodes with cheers, their excitement palpable as Matthews lowers the mic and exits the ring, leaving the fans buzzing with anticipation for the epic showdown at Sandstorm.