04/24/2016


Aftermath Intro

Disintegration Anxiety by Explosions in the Sky is playing as Aftermath comes on the air!

Zach Davis: AFTERMATH IS LIVE!

Freddy Whoa: We started with Timebomb, had an Explosion, and now it is time for the Aftermath!

Gravedigger: We've got the FINALS of the Trilogy Cup Tournament tonight, as Jared Holmes faces off against Kyle Kemp - the #beachkrew implodes!

Zach Davis: They fight to earn a shot at the World Title next month in Mexico - but the question is, who will be the World Champion? Can Grayson Pierce finally, once and for all, defeat Joey Flash for the WCF World Championship?

Gravedigger: Why wait? LET'S GET STARTED!

Cathy Fitch/James Chevalie/ Jericho Scrawl/CIA Guy vs Richie Shag/Tomohawk/Bad News Benson/Snake Venom

Zach Davis: You know what, Freddy? I’m thirsty. Let’s go hit the concession stand for some frozen lemonade.

Freddy Whoa: But a match is about to start.

Zach Davis: Pfft. Who cares? Seven, maybe eight people?

Freddy Whoa: A’right. But you’re buying.

Gravedigger: You two are unprofessional twats, you know that?

Zach Davis: You’ll be here to call the action, GD.

Gravedigger: If Seth wants me to do the work for three men he needs to pay me accordingly.

Cathy Smith walks to the ring as “Don’t cha” by the Pussycat Dolls Featuring Busta Rhymes plays dressed as Lara Croft but blonde because even though she is not James The Game’s” Chevalier’s girlfriend she is trying to play nice since he found out she was planning on betraying him and the entire team to Richie Shag.

The Stage 2 theme of Journey to Silius begins to play, as the crowd pops loudly. The arena goes dark, as many green and red lasers cut through the darkness. James Chevalier then walks out from behind the curtain nonchalantly, as he raises his hands with a look of surprise on his face to the response he receives from the fans.

Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring, weighing in at a whopping 178 pounds and hailing from Portland, Maine! THE GAME, JAAAAAAAAAAAAMES CHEVAAAAAAAAAAAAALIERRRRRRRRRRRR!

James smiles, as he waves and interacts with the fans on his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the ring steps, before he pulls himself onto the top of the turnbuckle, staying perched up there for several moments, before he drops into the ring. He then perches himself up on each turnbuckle, much to the delight of the fans. The last turnbuckle he stays perched atop of until prompted by the referee to come down before the start of the match.

The lights go black. Shattered to the bone begins to play. Fireworks go off at the entrance and follow Jericho Scrawl as he sprints into the ring raising his hands in the air to get the crowd pumped.

CIA Guy buys hostages, enters plane ring while Bane Star blasts from the speakers..

Shostakovich Symphony Number 10 plays as Richie Shag bows to the crowd then walks in shaking the fans hands then he gets in the ring a takes of suit after skaking the fans hands and bowing at the ramp.

Spirit Horse of the Cherokee by Manowar fills the arena. Tomohawk dances down the entryway and around the ring. Steps up to the mat from the floor, leans back against the top rope and backward-salts into the ring over the rope. Centers himself in the ring and pumps his fist into the air four times, seeking approval of his great ancestors.

voodoo by godsmack rips over the pa systems across the arena, fire starts roaring from the sides of the entrance ramp, venom comes out from the back hyping the crowd up he runs straight to the ring and slides under the ropes, he stands and faces the crowd only to receive chants.

Bad News Benson comes down to no music or anything just stomps down like hes pissed off at men women children animals and gods he does take to stopping to harass fans occasionally.

The Game and Snake Venom start off. Elbow and collar tie up. Venom twists out of it and transitions into a wristlock. He then goes behind for a hammerlock. Snake then puts the sole of his boot on the back of one of Chevalier’s knees, pushing him to a kneeling position. He then slaps on a chinlock.

James Chevalier then counters with a snapmare. He pulls Snake Venom to his feet by grabbing him in a wristlock and after twisting his arm transitions it into a rolling armbar. Snake flops around enough to get his foot under the ropes, and the ref orders James to break the hold. He drags Snake Venom away from the ring apron and then lifts him to a vertical base. James whips him to an empty corner and then rushes at him for a clothesline. Venom gets a foot up though, catching James in the face. He hits several clubbing forearms to drive him towards the middle of the ring, then bolts to his corner to tag in Tomohawk.

Tomohawk lets out a loud war whoop and charges into the ring. He knocks Chevalier to the mat with a running shoulder block, and then effortlessly scoop slams him. He does the Rain Dance around The Game, stomping away at his limbs, before pulling the smaller man up into a seated position and applies a painful shoulder claw.

In clear agony, the WCF rookie stretches out his arms and legs desperately trying to reach the ropes. Suddenly, Bill Wilson rushes in to confront the Cherokee Warrior, calling him a “big guy”. The ref tries to usher the non-legal man out of the ring, but an enraged Bad News Benson cuts them both off. He clotheslines Wilson, knocking him to the mat. Then he picks him up, hits him with an eye rake, and then throws him over the top rope.

Benson pursues Wilson. He slams him into the barricade, then powerbombs him onto it. The ref is shouting to the outside, demanding he stop. Jericho Scrawl leaps down from his corner to help his partner. He confronts Benson, who shoves the bigger man. Scrawl shoves him back. Soon, the two are exchanging soupbone haymakers to the delight of the crowd. They fall over the guardrail onto CIA Guy, lurch to their feet, and continue to brawl up the arena steps out of sight!

The shenanigans distract Tomohawk enough to loosen his grip on James Chevalier’s shoulder. No longer near paralyzed in pain, the smaller man drives his elbow into his attacker’s head, breaking the hold and sending Tomohawk stumbling. He kips up, runs the ropes, ducks under an attempted clothesline by Tomohawk, shoots the ropes again, and nails the Cherokee Warrior with a jumping uppercut from out of nowhere, shouting “Shoryuken!” when he hits.

Tomohawk is down. The Game tries for a cover, but only gets a One! Count before The big Indian powers out with authority. Chevalier gets flung close enough to his corner that Cathy Fitch is able to tag herself in. She charges across the ring and dropkicks Richie Shag off the apron. She starts screaming at him angrily before flaunting her charms to mock him for what he’s missed out on. Meanwhile Tomohawk comes up behind her and hammers the crown of her head with a chop. He lifts her up for a military press gutbuster, then tags in Snake Venom.

Snake Venom comes in on fire with a shining wizard that catches Fitch squarely in the face. The very quick Venom is up onto the turnbuckle in a heartbeat and moonsaults off. But Cathy Fitch rolls out of the way and Snake hits nothing but the canvas. Cathy has some time to regroup herself and when Snake Venom starts getting back to his feet, Fitch heads him off and sends him down with a bulldog. She plays to the crowd some and then attempts to apply an armbar, but Venom has recovered enough to knock her down with a short arm clothesline. One! Two! Cathy kicks out. Snake Venom pulls her up and Irish whips her to his corner, where she catches an elbow to the back of the head by Richie Shag.

The Six Tool Player topples over, motionless. Snake Venom goes to pull her limp frame from the corner, but as he does so Richie taps his shoulder for the tag. Venom has dragged Fitch several feet when he notices Shag in the ring. The two begin to bicker, with Shag arguing he’s the legal man. Venom is enraged, and refuses to leave the ring until the referee begins a DQ count. He gets to four before Snake Venom, in disgust, walks out.

Meanwhile, Cathy has regained enough of her faculties to try for a tag herself. She crawls across the ring towards James Chevalier’s outstretched hand. Shag finally notices and attempts to cut her off. He grabs her leg and tries dragging her back. Fitch bounces to one foot and we get the “Hoppsy Woppsy” spot before Cathy hits Shag with an Enzuigiri. She leaps and tags in James Chevalier!

The Game runs wild, hitting a slingshot forearm! Then a hip toss. Then a flipping legdrop. He pulls Shag to his feet brings him to the closest corner and hits the 1-Up! Cover! One! Two! Tomohawk rushes the ring and breaks up the pin! Suddenly, CIA Guy flies (falls?) into the ring with a high altitude diving crossbody that knocks the Cherokee Warrior free and clear. The Game scrambles to his feet, climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and waits for Richie Shag to stand. An indifferent Snake Venom watches as Chevalier leaps at Shag and hits the Game Over! Cover! One! Two! Three!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, “The Game” James Chevalier!!!

The Stage 2 Theme of Journey to Silius plays. The crowd pops huge for the WCF rookie’s first win. Cathy rushes him and tries for a hug, but gets the brush off.

Zach Davis: We’re back!

Freddy Whoa: Did we miss anything good?

Gravedigger: I don’t know; I was filing down this corn.

Andrew Marx/CJ Phoenix/Caleb Ronan vs Andre Holmes/Occulo/Justin Sane

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Seth Lerch Trios Preview Clusterfuck Match.

“Relentless” by New Years Day plays.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 201 pounds, he is co-holder of the WCF Tag Team Championship and the WCF Hardcore Champion, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!

He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on. The WCF Tag Team Championship belt in his right hand, and the WCF Hardcore Championship around his waist. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." Removing his belt from his waist, he raises both championship titles in the air while releasing a thundering primal scream. A flash of white, and red colored fireworks emerges behind him in single-line fashion.

Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring keeping both titles in his left hand while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. Climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. Taking both championships in each hand, he raises the belts high while a spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect. Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring to stay in an unoccupied corner where he removes his hoodie, and tosses it to the outside. There, Andre warms up while his championships hang on the top rope, and he tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves waiting for his opponent to come out.

Zach Davis: Holmes is certainly an impressive site to see, especially with two championships. Can he make it three in one month from now?

Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as the arena lights shine at their brightest. A few seconds later Occulo appears on the stage and the bright lights shut off, whilst spotlights illuminate him.

Kyle Steel: His partners, first, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 220 pounds, Occulo!

He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air.

“Hard to See” by Five Finger Death Punch plays.

From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 225 pounds, Justin Sane!

Once the music hits after a few seconds of play Sane comes from behind the screens. He walks to the center of the runway and drops to a knee he closes his eyes and says a quick prayer. When he opens his eyes he stares down his opponent/ the ring. He then runs towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After sliding in he runs to a turn buckle to climb up and raise his hands. He stares down the crowd with an intense look on his face. He jumps down turning to his opponent(if he is there) or stares at the ramp awaiting his opponent pacing back and fourth until the match begins.

Gravedigger: I think he’s related to Justin Credible.

Freddy Whoa: Who?

Gravedigger: Nevermind.

“Some Nights” by fun plays.

Kyle Steel: Their opponents, first, from Centereach, New York, weighing in at 190 pounds, Caleb Ronan!

Caleb walks down to the ring looking at his smart phone the entire time. Sometimes he stops to take a selfie. Tonight, he’s wearing a black hoodie and has a scowl on his face.

Gravedigger: He must have not been able to get wifi back in the locker room.

“Turn Down for Dum Dee Dum” plays.

Kyle Steel: His partner, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 205 pounds, CJ Phoenix!

Music starts playing at :34. Phoenix runs out onto the stage when the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.

Zach Davis: You’ll notice that Kyle Steel said “partner,” not “partners.” Andrew Marx was originally scheduled for this match, but CJ Phoenix broke his back! This will end up being a handicap match.

Harpsichord by Labmatik plays.

Zach Davis: Wait a minute, I stand corrected!

Andrew Marx comes down the aisle aided by a walker. He receives a standing ovation from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Um...and finally, from Camden London Market, UK, weighing in at 200 pounds, Andrew Marx!

Freddy Whoa: Incredible! How is he even walking?

Gravedigger: You know, Zach, with Marx in the match, it’s still a handicap match.

Zach Davis: Well, I guess you’ve got a point there.

CJ Phoenix looks preturbed.

The applause dies down once everyone notices how long Marx is taking to get to the ring.

While Phoenix is staring down the aisle at Marx, he’s jumped from behind by Occulo, but Phoenix quickly recovers and throws Occulo outside the ring. Holmes runs at Phoenix but Phoenix flips him over the top rope to the outside. Sane runs at Phoenix and clotheslines him over the top rope. Sane turns and looks at Ronan, who is still playing with his cell phone in the corner. Ronan is oblivious but finally notices that Sane is staring at him. Ronan runs out of the ring and Sane chases him. They turn the corner and Sane is met with a spear by Phoenix. Ronan gets back in the ring. When everyone on the outside makes it to their feet, Ronan comes off the ropes and hits a tope, which causes all the participants to crash into Marx, who had finally made his way to the ring. The ref checks on Marx and makes an “X” with his arms, signalling to the back.

Zach Davis: We need to get medical attention out here for Marx!

Gravedigger: Nice try, Marx!

Meanwhile, all five men get back to the ring. Phoenix and Occulo start the match. The bell rings.

Phoneix and Occulo lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Occulo gets Phoenix into the corner and chops him a few times. He Irish whips Phoenix and charges but Phoenix moves out of the way. Occulo hits the turnbuckle chest first and walks right into an enziguri. Phoenix hits a standing moonsault and goes for the pin.

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2…

Occulo kicks out.

Phoenix gets Occulo to his feet and wrings his arm. Phoenix walks over to his corner and holds out his hand for Ronan to tag it, but Ronan is playing with his phone again and not paying attention. Phoenix lets go of Occulo and pulls the phone out of Ronan’s hand. He yells at Ronan, but Ronan grabs back the phone and pushes Phoenix right into a belly to back suplex by Occulo.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa. Mr. Peace, Love, and Happiness certainly didn’t show any love there.

Gravedigger: Except for his smart phone.

Zach Davis: That’s some aggression we haven’t seen from Ronan since he debuted a month ago.

Gravedigger: Wait, is his eye twitching?

The camera makes a close up on Ronan’s eye.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and he’s shaking.

Zach Davis: I didn’t think it was cold in here.

The twitching and shaking don’t last long and Ronan is quickly back to normal.

Occulo brings Phoenix to his corner and tags in Andre Holmes. Holmes gives Phoenix a few chops. He sends Phoenix off the ropes and nails him with a lariat. He goes for the cover.

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Phoenix kicks out and Holmes climbs to the top rope. He attempts the Ghetto Stomp but Phoenix rolls out of the way. Holmes recovers by rolling through the landing. He charges at Phoenix, who gives him an exploder suplex right into the turnbuckle.

Crowd: Ooooooh!

Phoenix runs to his corner and tags in a reluctant Ronan.

CJ Phoenix: Your turn!

Ronan gets in the ring, picks up Holmes, and executes a sit out scoop slam. Ronan goes back to his corner and tags in Phoenix.

Zach Davis: Really?

Gravedigger: You know these millennials. They work for five seconds and think they deserve a break.

Phoenix looks at Ronan as if to say “really” but climbs back in the ring and executes some chain wrestling on Holmes. He has Holmes in a front facelock followed by a hammerlock. Holmes tries to get to his feet but Phoenix keeps Holmes grounded and sets Holmes up for a surfboard. He rocks back and forth a few times before finally getting to his back, compressing Holmes’ shoulder blades. Holmes screams in pain. Phoenix’s shoulders eventually touch the mat and the ref counts a pinfall.

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2…

Phoenix lets go and breaks up the count. Phoenix gets Holmes to his feet, but Holmes has had enough and starts striking Phoenix with a combination of punches and kicks.

Zach Davis: You do not want to be in the ring with Holmes when he starts striking.

Holmes picks Phoenix up on his shoulders, executes Holmes on the Range, and goes for the cover.

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Phoenix kicks out.

Holmes drags Phoenix to the corner and tags in Justin Sane. Sane sends Phoenix off the ropes and hits a thundering spinebuster. Sane covers.

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Phoenix kicks out. Ronan is still texting on his phone.

Zach Davis: Phoenix is getting punished in the ring and Ronan looks like he could care less.

Sane suplexes Phoenix and makes the tag to Occulo. Occulo picks up Phoenix and attempts a powerslam, but Phoenix escapes and pushes Occulo into the corner chest first. Phoenix lifts Occulo up for a backdrop suplex but Occulo escapes, lands on his feet and puts Phoenix in a sleeper hold.

Freddy Whoa: Sleeper hold on Phoenix. This could be the end!

While Occulo has the sleeper hold locked on, the camera shows EMTs coming down the aisle with a stretcher.

Zach Davis: Finally, some medical attention for Andrew Marx.

Back in the ring, the ref raises Phoenix’s hand. It drops.

Ref: 1!

He raises the hand again. It drops.

Ref: 2!

He raises it one last time. The hand almost goes all the way down, but Phoenix lifts it up suddenly, gets to his feet, lifts Occulo up, and falls backward, sandwiching Occulo between him and the mat.

Occulo and Phoenix make their way towards their corners. Phoenix is holding out his hand, but Ronan is oblivious. He’s still playing with his phone and his back is turned. Phoenix gets to his feet, smacks Ronan on the back, and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. Occulo tags in Sane.

Ronan gets to his feet and charges at Sane, who gives him a clothesline. Ronan gets up and is met with another clothesline. He gets up one more time and eats a third clothesline. Sane yells and signals for Insanity.

Zach Davis: He’s calling for that mega powerbomb he calls Insanity!

Sane lifts Ronan up, but Ronan escapes, springboards off the ropes, and hits a roundhouse kick. Occulo runs in and smashes his elbow into Ronan’s throat.

Zach Davis: OESOPHAGUS BUREAU!

Occulo sets up for Subliminal Message, but Phoenix sneaks up behind him and delivers a German suplex. Occulo hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Phoenix gets up and immediately is hit with a top rope dropkick by Holmes. Phoenix falls out of the ring. Holmes claps his hands, encouraging the fans to follow along. He comes off the ropes and flies to the outside with the Heat Seeking Missile onto Phoenix. Both men topple over Marx, who’s on the stretcher. The stretcher falls to the ground. Even the EMTs are taken out.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: My god! Can’t they take Marx away from the ring faster?! The poor man!

Gravedigger: This really is turning into a clusterfuck!

Sane and Ronan get to their feet. Sane goes for a clothesline. Ronan ducks, comes off the ropes, and cracks Sane in the mouth with I’m Offended. Ronan goes out to the apron. When Sane gets to his feet in a bent over position, Ronan springboards off the top rope and hits the FML-bow. He goes to the corner and climbs the ropes.

Zach Davis: I think he’s going for Literally Amazing!

Ronan poses for the crowd, but he realizes that the fans’ attention is on Marx. He gets angry.

Freddy Whoa: I think Caleb Ronan is mad that all of the attention is not on him.

Ronan climbs down the ropes and goes to the outside. He drags Marx to the ring.

Zach Davis: What is he doing?! Marx is severely injured!

Ronan puts Marx on the apron, rolls into the ring, tags Marx in, rolls back out of the ring, and pushes Marx under the bottom rope towards Sane. Ronan stands on the floor with his arms crossed.

Zach Davis: Is he crazy?!

Sane gets to his feet and looks confused as he stands over Marx, but finally shrugs his shoulders and sets Marx up for Insanity.

Zach Davis: He’s not seriously thinking about doing this, is he?! Just pin him! He’s got a broken back!

Sane lifts Marx up, holds him up as high as he can, and sends him crashing down to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: INSANITY!

Gravedigger: He really is just insane!

Sane covers.

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The ref calls for the bell. “Hard to See” plays.

Kyle Steel: The winners of this contest, “Relentless” Andre Holmes, Occulo, and Justin Sane!

Freddy Whoa: If we didn’t see the end of Andrew Marx when CJ Phoenix broke his back, we saw the end of him now.

Caleb Ronan walks to the back, taking selfies the entire time.

Zach Davis: Great global citizen he is! I feel bad for whoever has to team up with him in the Trios Tournament!

EMTs and WCF officials tend to Marx and get him back on the stretcher and to the back as fast as they can.

Bonnie Blue/Crystal vs Andre Aquarius/Dustin Beaver vs KL Henson/Benjamin Atreyu

"Grove Walker" by FLOOR BABA blasts over the PA Systems as the lights dim and aim to the curtain in unison with the downward swell of the song. Henson slowly walks out to the stage. He takes a deep breath then exhales with a wide smile before dropping to his knees with his arms wide open and his head reeled back, almost touching the ground. He then swings himself forward. But as he does so, the lights completely black out.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 200 pounds, K! L! HENSOOOOON!

Every forth kick from the song, the ramp lights flash, giving a small glimpse, almost a still of Henson making his way to the ring until he rolls into the squared circle and gets on his knees again with his arms spread wide as the lights blast a little too brightly.

Henson's music is abruptly cut, supplanted with "Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, spitting in the direction of the audience. He drops down onto his knees at the top of the ramp and takes a moment looking down before slamming his fists on the ground a few times, leaping back up onto his feet. He moves down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "The Mad God" BENJAMIN ATREYU!

Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, where he and Henson pointedly ignore one another.

Zach Davis: A little tension tonight in the House of Ophelia. K.L. Henson has become increasingly paranoid these last few weeks, and Benjamin Atreyu has been on the receiving end of some of his stranger outbursts -- including a bizarre gauntlet match that saw Atreyu facing off against an almost neverending string of opponents.

"Ice Dance" by Jam begins to play, as Crystal Knight skips out on to the stage. She skips to one end of the stage, smiling brightly at the fans who are giving her an extremely warm welcome. She eventually decides which side of the arena is the loudest and blows a kiss to them, blowing little pieces of silver glitter into the air.

Kyle Steel: On her way to the ring, from Anchorage, Alaska... weighing in at 117 pounds... "The Ice Princess"... CRYSTAL KNIGHT!!!

She waits as the music blends into the opening chords of Erock's heavy metal version of the Doctor Who Theme. Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment.

Kyle Steel: And her partner, hailing from parts unknown... weighing in at 143 pounds, she is... "The Daughter of Time" .... BONNIEE BLUUEEE!!!

Bonnie seizes Crystal's hand, and both young women lift their arms into the air, eliciting another cheer from the crowd. Then, Bonnie lets go and sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes, while Crystal continues to skip down to the ring, blowing a few more kisses to her fans and giving them high fives. Reaching the ring she quickly bounces up onto the ring apron, jumping through the middle rope and pointing at a few of the fans nearby who are cheering loudly for her. Crystal climbs up the turnbuckle and taunts for the crowd with her arms up in the air as she waits for the match to begin.

Freddy Whoa: Crystal Knight in her debut appearance -- at Aftermath! The Ice Princess and the Daughter of Time seem to be on the same page. Word is, they've spent the entire week working very closely together --

Graveidgger: I bet they have. But Crystal better watch her ass. People who are friends with Bonnie Blue sometimes end up as collateral damage.

"Where Are U Now?" by Skrillex and Diplo (featuring Justin Bieber) hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, scowling at the opponent.

Kyle Steel: Next to the ring, from right here in Toronto, Ontario.... weighing in at 210 pounds... DUSTIIINN BEAVERRR!!!

DDFH by Run the Jewels hits the arena as a video of a man pounding at his bare chest goes along to the drum track. As the lyrics cut in, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, holding both arms out to the side.

Kyle Steel: And his partner... from Berkley, California... weighing in at 170 pounds... he is... Mr. Kunta, Prince Lightskin himself.... AANNDRE AAQUAARIUUSS!!!

Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, continuing to pound a fist to his chest, some of the fans pounding along with him. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponent.

Gravedigger: Yeah! Hashtag BeachKrew in the HOUSE! Y'all about to watch these fools get schooled.

Referee Spanky O'Shaughnessey pats all six competitors down, looking for foreign objects. From Aquarius' tights, he pulls a long string of brightly colored scarves, all knotted together, while the Prince of All Lightskins looks on in mounting annoyance. When O'Shaughnessey ends the trick, it's with a pair of boxers covered in lurid pink hearts, which he holds up for the audience's inspection. From Atreyu's boot, the referee produces a pair of doves, which immediately take wing into the rafters high overhead. Nobody seems much amused, so he signals for the bell.

Zach Davis: It looks like Benjamin Atreyu is starting things off for his team. He goes after Dustin Beaver, while Bonnie Blue looks to get a piece of the action!

The three of them trade punches for a few seconds, before Dustin whips Bonnie toward the ropes. Atreyu glances at Beaver, who gives him a slight nod, and Benjamin tries to catch the young woman with a clothesline on the rebound. She ducks, but eats a boot from Dustin Beaver!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That's gonna leave a mark! You have to imagine that Atreyu's got a lot of frustration to work off after last Sunday....but he's going to have to wait.

Dustin Beaver lifts a dazed Bonnie to her feet, then drops her with a judo slam and makes the pin. Before the ref can start the count, however, Bonnie shoves him off.

Zach Davis: It's going to take more than that to keep Bonnie Blue down.

Back to a vertical base, the Daughter of Time tries for a standing hurricanrana, but Beaver has it scouted. He catches her and tries for another slam, but Bonnie fights her way out of it and backs off, toward her own corner. Eager to get into the match, Crystal reaches out and tags herself in. She climbs onto the top rope, and, with Bonnie's assistance, launches herself at Atreyu and Beaver with a frogsplash.

She bounces up again, hits the ropes, and runs at Benjamin Atreyu, nailing him with a flying clothesline. Then, Crystal turns her attention to Dustin Beaver, who drives a knee into Crystal's midsection, doubling her over.

Freddy Whoa: The Ice Princess is in trouble now! Double arm DDT from Dustin Beaver, and -- wait, he's lifting her up again! He's got her set up for another one...

But no! Out of nowhere, Benjamin Atreyu crashes into Dustin Beaver, forcing him to drop Crystal! It becomes an all-out brawl! Not for long, however, as Beaver quickly gets the upper hand. He nails Atreyu with a solid right hook that sends the other man staggering. He doesn't let him get far, however; Beaver grabs Atreyu by the head and pulls him toward the #BeachKrew corner, where he gives his partner a rough high five.

Gravedigger: And Andre Aquarius is finally in this match!

Beaver maintains his grip on Atreyu, and the two of them just start raining punches down. Spanky O'Shaughnessey is quick to try and establish order, warning Dustin to get on the ring apron. It takes a four-count before Beaver slips through the ropes, smirking, and leaves Atreyu to Aquarius' mercy. There's a streak of blue and silver as a recovered Crystal Knight rushes across the ring and nails Aquarius with a dropkick!

Zach Davis: Crystal might be small, but she's got a lot of heart!

Benjamin Atreyu wastes no time going on the offensive. He takes the Ice Princess down with a short arm clotheline.

Freddy Whoa: Which isn't going to help much at this point. Benjamin Atreyu has taken a lot of abuse in the last few moments, and I'm not sure he even knows who he's fighting just now!

Atreyu lifts Crystal to her feet again and tosses her easily with a belly to belly suplex. Instead of releasing her, he picks her up and suplexes her a second time! He tries for a third, but a kick to the groin from Andre Aquarius makes him forget all about Knight. He drops to one knee in evident pain. Just as Aquarius moves toward him, Atreyu rises -- slightly taller and a lot more imposing -- and catches Aquarius with a spinning neckbreaker. Exhausted from the onslaught, he makes his way to the ropes... just as K.L. Henson nonchalantly hops down off the apron.

Zach Davis: What the hell? Is Henson refusing a tag?

Gravedigger: Ha! It's about time he dropped that deadweight!

Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about? Benjamin Atreyu is the hardest working member of the House of Ophelia...

Henson wanders around outside the ring, apparently lost in whatever twisted thoughts are running through his cranium. Benjamin gives up on him and turns around, just in time to get caught by a moonsault from the Ice Princess!

Zach Davis: Atreyu is down! Crystal Knight with the pin!

ONE . . .

TW -- NO!

Gravedigger: Pinfall broken up by my boy Andre!

Freddy Whoa: What do you mean "boy," Gravedigger?

Aquarius spins Crystal around and goes for an eye poke. While she's rubbing at her eyes, he slings her into a corner, then nails her with a splash, and follows up with a punch to the throat. At this point, Bonnie Blue has had enough. Heedless of the referee, the Daughter of Time vaults over the top rope and charges at Andre Aquarius. Dustin Beaver intercepts her, and the pair start trading hands as if their lives depended on it. Crystal takes advantage of Aquarius' brief distraction to nail him with an elbow to the head.

Zach Davis: It is all-out chaos in the ring! O'Shaughnessey better get things under control!

In the meantime, K.L. Henson makes his move. He grabs a chair from ringside, and very deliberately slides it into the ring toward his partner. Frowning, Atreyu glances around, then looks directly at Henson and points toward the chair. Henson nods encouragingly. Benjamin... shakes his head. He picks up the chair to toss it back out -- which is, of course, when the referee turns to see him with it.

Freddy Whoa: Uh-oh! The ref just caught Benjamin Atreyu holding the chair his partner put in the ring! It looks like he's trying to convince O'Shaughnessey that he was about to put it back, but -- WHOA!

Just as Andre Aquarius attempts to blindside Benjamin, Atreyu turns and cracks the chair right across his skull! Looking shocked, he drops the chair and backs away, hands up in front of him as he looks around for his partner. Bonnie notices the chair on the canvas and makes a dive for it; but so does Beaver, at precisely the same moment. With his longer reach, Dustin grabs it first and lifts the chair up, advancing on the Daughter of Time with an unpleasant smile on his face. He takes a savage swing at Bonnie, who ducks.

Zach Davis: Bedlam in the ring, and now there's a disturbance at ringside! Someone appears to be stalking K.L. Henson! It looks like -- IT IS! It's Preecha Kamon! Preecha Kamon has come back to exact revenge on Henson!

And, indeed, another, equally dynamic fight breaks out between the two men at ringside. Even Spanky O'Shaughnessey can't keep up with all of it. Another chair seems to have found its way into the ring, and into the hands of Andre Aquarius. The referee starts signalling wildly at the timekeeper.

Freddy Whoa: Referee Spanky O'Shaughnessey calls for the bell in light of the absolute madness going on here in and out of the ring! This match is over, fans! It's been ruled a no-contest...

Oblivion Segment

Andre Holmes is slowly walking backstage, at the Air Canada Arena.

Oblivion: Ger back here... You piece of shit!!

Andre Holmes continues walking, ignoring Oblivion.

The God of Enlightenment rushes up behind...

WHAM!!!

The crowd roars...

Zach Davis: The Hardcore Champion didn't know what hit him!!

Oblivion picks him up, spins him around...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! DIRTNAP!!

Oblivion nails Holmes with a double underhook DDT. Oblivion drops to his knees, with a mic in his hand...

Oblivion: You killed Katherine... Now it's my turn to kill someone YOU loved!!!

MIC DROP-FEED BACK.

Oblivion slowly walks away, backwards, looking at Andre Holmes.

International Title Match
Last Man Standing Match
Cormack MacNeill vs Dag Riddik

"Taylor Made" by The Real McKenzies hits the PA system. The drone of the pipes fills the air as Cormack MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and raises his fist in salute.

Kyle Steel: Introducing ....Fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275lbs...Cormack MacNeill!

As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye the ring.

Zach Davis: And here's the big man from Nova Scotia, Cormack MacNeill. 6'4, 275 of Scottish muscle.

Gravedigger: You're talking about him like you like what you see, Zach. When did you-

Zach Davis: I'M NOT GAY DAMN IT!

Gravedigger: Me thinks you protest too much, good sir.

Zach Davis: Well you can just- HEY!

Dag Riddick jumps over the barricade, a Norwegian flag in hand, and slams the pole into the back of MacNeill's head. The crowd boos as MacNeill stumbles forward into the side of the ring and grabs the bottom rope to keep himself upright. Riddick charging him from behind and he slams the end of the pole into the kidneys of Cormack. Down goes the big man as Dag throws the flag to the side and then the International Title into the ring, where the referee is giving Dag a good piece of his mind.

Freddy Whoa: And apparently Dag Riddick wasn't ready to let this match be a fair fight. The bell hasn't even been rung and Cormack looks to be in some pain.

Riddick pulling Cormack to his feet before shoving him under the bottom rope. Dag sliding into the ring and he's demanding the referee ring the bell to start the match. The referee is protesting, as Cormack is still laid out on his back, but Dag grabs him by the shirt. Riddick threatening the referee and he calls for the bell.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Cormack trying to sit up on the mat but Riddick shoves him back down before demanding a ten count.

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: NO! Cormack up two as Dag obviously overestimated his attackk.

Cormack trying to sit up when Dag rolls him onto his stomach. Dag trying to lock in a full nelson but the massive Cormack is fighting back. Cormack pushing himself up to his feet, throwing Dag off and to the mat. Dag hits the mat and rolls over to where his title belt is. He grabs it and continues to roll right out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: What the heck? It looks like Dag is trying to get the hell out of dodge!

Riddick trying to high tail it up the ramp as Cormack leaves the ring, the referee right behind him.

Zach Davis: Well this is a Last Man Standing Match. No rule about where the 10 count has to be.

Gravedigger: Well THANK YOU professor wrestling. Like there's anyone who doesn't know the rules by now.

The camera switches to the backstage area as Riddick bursts through the curtain, frantically looking for an escape route. He spies a broom closet and hurries into it, only seconds before Dag comes through the curtain. He grabs a frightened backstage attendant and hoists him into the air.

Cormack MacNeill: WHERE IS HE?!

The attendant, now with a noticeable and still growing stain in his jeans, quickly points to the closet. Cormack drops the attendant and storms over to the door. He goes to reach for the knob, but then pulls his hand back. He then points to the referee.

Cormack MacNeill: OPEN IT!

Referee: The hell with that. I make the pins and that's that.

Cormack MacNeill: OPEN IT NOW!

The referee mutters something about getting a job with benefits as he reaches for the knob. Suddenly, without warning, the door bursts open and the referee gets a face full of dirty, wet mop.

Dag Riddick: TASTE WHAT YOUR CAREER IS!

Zach Davis: His career is dirty water?

Gravedigger: Shit, Zach. He's saying that Cormack's career is shit. Jesus, how stupid are you?

Freddy Whoa: $20 bucks says he was about to actually answer that.

Zach Davis: I hate you both.

The referee stumbles back into Cormack, who shoves him to the side. Riddick now trying to close the door again but Cormack rips it open and nearly off the hinges. Cormack now grabbing Dag by the head and pulling him out of the closet. Cormack bouncing Riddick's head off the door before whipping him into the wall across the hall. Cormack grabbing Dag from behind in a full nelson as Dag tries to wiggle free. Cormack lifting him up and he slams him face first into the wall. Dag tries to shake it off but Cormack rams him into the wall a second time. Cormack drops Dag to the floor and then demands a count.

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: NO! Dag is up!

Cormack up to his feet as he looks to the closet. He goes for a fire extinguisher as Dag struggles to get up. Cormack ripping the extinguisher off the wall of the closet at Dag grabs the mop from the floor. Cormack turns around and Dag jabs the mop handle into his crotch.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Cormack doubled over as Dag gets to his feet. Dag cracks the mop over Cormack's back, dropping him to the ground. Dag turns to the referee and rips the title from his hands before trying to take off. Cormack pushing himself up as Riddick rounds a corner. Cormack grabs his crotch and begins to shuffle down the hall as carefully as he can. Cormack rounds the corner and immediately gets nailed in the face by the International Title. Cormack laid up against the wall as Dag drops the title to the ground.

Zach Davis: Sweet jesus, what a shot to the face.

Gravedigger: Your mom said the same thing to me last night.

Zach Davis: I can't even be mad, she could do worse.

Dag with some jabs to the face of Cormack, busting open his forehead. Blood coming down Cormack's face and the big man seemingly switches into a second gear. Cormack with a massive headbutt and Dag is stunned as he stumbles into a wall. Spotting a large window, Cormack pulls Dag away from the wall, sets him up and sends him through the window with a t-bone suplex.

Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!

Dag lands in a pile of busted glass as the catering crew scrambles.

Gravedigger: I swear to god, if I find any glass in my tuna sandwich, I will kill all of you.

Freddy Whoa: A tuna man, eh? I pegged you as more of a chicken salad guy.

Gravedigger: I hate chicken. It reminds me too much of blac-

Zach Davis: AND NOW it's time we acknowledge one of our sponsors, the NAACP.

Cormack bursts through the door into the room as Dag is trying to crawl away, bloodying his hands on the broken glass. Cormack spots a nearby catering table and flips it over, sending the food flying.

Gravedigger: MY TUNA SANDWICH! SONS OF BITCHES!

Dag crawling toward a soda machine, looking to use it to pull himself up. Cormack with a serving tray in hand as he heads for Dag. Dag pulls himself up and turns around as Cormack winds up the tray. Dag ducks and Cormack hits nothing but the machine. Dag now with a knee to the gut before he slams Cormack headfirst into the soda machine. A lone soda pops out as Cormack tries to shake it off. Dag now with another knee before he lifts Cormack up and snap suplexes him into the machine. Cormack in a heap on the ground as sodas begin to shoot out of the machine and all over him.

Zach Davis: Not so great advertising for Pepsi. They aren't a sponsor, are they?

Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding? We'd be lucky to get RC Cola as a sponsor.

Dag taking a knee to catch his breath as Cormack lays on the ground, wiping the blood and soda from his face. Dag up to his feet and Cormack grabs a can of soda before whipping it at Dag. Dag ducks it but then catches the second one in the face. Dag covers up his face and leaves himself open for another can to the crotch.

Gravedigger: Dear god, the amount of nut shots in this match is unreal.

Dag drops to his knees as Cormack sits up against the machine. Cormack cracks open a soda, takes a sip and then spits it in Dag's eyes before smashing it over his head. Dag drops over to the side as the referee starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Dag stirring as Cormack cracks open another soda.

FIVE!

SIX!

Dag now sitting up as Cormack gets to his feet.

Zach Davis: BOTH MEN ARE UP!

Cormack runs at Dag but Dag hiptosses him. Dag, feeling a burst of adrenaline, grabs the soda machine.

Gravedigger: He can't....

DAG SHOVES THE SODA MACHINE ONTO THE BODY OF CORMACK MACNEILL! Cormack yells in pain and desperately tries to escape it, barely conscious. Until he stops.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: Is it over?

FOUR.

FIVE.

SIX.

Zach Davis: I hope so.. how could these men top that?

SEVEN.

EIGHT.

Gravedigger: Can Cormack MacNeill get up and earn the Title he's been after the past several months?

NINE.

TEN.

Freddy Whoa: NOPE! Dag Riddik retains! And wait! This was a time/space distorting soda machine!

All of a sudden, Dag Riddik and Cormack are transported into the ring. Dag is annoyed but his music is playing and he's handed his International Title.

Gravedigger: Only in WCF, folks.

Dag Riddik's music cuts out as Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the PA system. To a massive pop, Occulo walks out on to the stage and down the ramp. With a stern look on his face he enters the ring, microphone in hand.

Freddy Whoa: Well it looks like Occulo's persistence and Dag's ducking this week has led to this moment. He's come to get it himself

Zach Davis: Occulo's not the type to attack someone whilst they're down...

Gravedigger: YOU AIN'T GETTIN THE SHOT OCCULO!! IS THAT NOT CLEAR?!

The music fades out and Occulo raises the microphone, staring at Riddik

Occulo: You see it would be really easy for me to just smack you in the face with this and lock in The Epitome until you had no choice but be forced to give me a shot at your belt. But fortunately for you, and unlike you, I have evolved beyond brainless Neanderthal. I can do this via words. Look Dag, you issued an open challenge for your belt and then...poof...you disappeared...you seemed to deny all knowledge of it. Why is that Dag? Hmm? Is it because you're a coward? Is it because you're an idiot who doesn't know how to think things through? Or is it because once you lose that belt you lose all purpose in life? A, B, or C?

He holds the microphone up and lets the audience decide, shouting a cacophony of "A!" "B!" "C!"

Occulo: How about...D? All of the fucking above.

The crowd cheer

Occulo: Corey Black wants Occulo vs Dag Riddik for the International Championship at XIII. I want the belt, and you apparently want to put it on the line. So Dag, are you for the first time in your miserable existence going to stand up and be a man? A fighting champion?

He drops the mic as his music hits, and disappears up the ramp

K.L. Henson Segment

Henson is rushing down a hallway mumbling to himself with Gein following behind at a leisurely pace and security guards surrounding them. Hank Brown appears around the corner which causes Henson to stop in his tracks. The Head of Talent Relations stares down the interviewer with a stare that could burn holes.

Hank Brown: Mr. Henson. Tonight, Preecha Kamon has interrupted your tag match, what...

Before Hank could finish, Henson grabs the mic and pushes Hank out of the way. Gein whispers a few words into Henson's ear.

K. L. Henson: The simple fact is Preecha isn't an employee here! He has been gone for who knows how long! He can't just come back and have a job! In fact! It is the opposite! I officially declare that from here on out, all who are deaf are officially banned from WCF shows! Not only that but anyone who is a Thailand native! Anyone who has ever practiced kick boxing! All of them gone! He will not get the jump on me again! He says he knows my secret?! Well, he'll never get the stage to share it! Preecha Kamon has failed! Mr. Holden died a member of House of Ophelia! Armand is under our control! I have the power! There is nothing this man can do now! His vengeance is an act in futility! That is all.

Gein claps and chuckles as Henson tosses the mic to the side and storms off with security follows behind.

Gein Spector: Perfect...

Fades to Black.

Logan/Zombie McMorris/Shadowlove vs Teo Del Sol/Freezer Burn/Eddie Felt

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.

" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

"BEHIND BLUE EYES" by The Who begins to play throughout the darkened arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show.

The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New" wrestling trend in the World Championship Federation.

Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.

The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.

Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. The "Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.

Crowd:: BREED! BREED! BREED!

"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena.

Crowd: OMG! OMFG! OMG! OMFG! OMG!

Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing Standing Ovation from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.

The Audience appears to be. . . STUNNED SILENT!

Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.

Crowd: DING! DING!

The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."

The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.

The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.

The music plays through the intro and 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon appears from the backstage area. He stands there, soaking in the audience reaction and returns a sadistic sneer. He walks down the rampway, an occasional brush of his hand to a nnearby fan, before using the steps to enter the ring.

He raises both arms in pre-match triumph, a brilliant blue and red spray of pyrotechnics exploding from the four cornerposts. He rushes under the bottom rope, out to the ringside area, mock backhanding a fan and mouthing off to the audience for a few seconds before giving the sudience a double birdie. The pyros die down, as he gives another random obsene gesture, slips back under the bottom rope and into the ring.

He goes to a second turnbuckle, does a crotch grab toward the audience, and gives them another double birdie and sadistic sneer as the music fades away.

"DAMN SON!"

The trap remix of the X-Files theme plays throughout the arena and Eddie Felt emerges from behind the curtain jamming to the dank maymay music like any sane man would. He strolls down to the ring, high-fiving fans on the way. He slides under the ropes and hops back up to his feet before ascending the nearest turnbuckle and pointing to his chest while mouthing along with esteemed ring announcer extraordinaire Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: In the ring now, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in tonight at two hundred, five pounds… he is EDDIE FELT!

Eddie descends the turnbuckles and chills in the corner, waiting for the match to start as his theme dies down.

Zach Davis: The bell sounds, and here we go!

Gravedigger: Completely random wrestlers, completely random teams. I don't know how these guys are going to coexist...

Shadowlove starts for his team, and Teo Del Sol for his. The two men circle and tie up.

Freddy Whoa: Even though this match could seem random, and almost meaningless, a win is a win, guys. Every interaction, every match result is analyzed by WCF management. Every match matters!

Shadowlove gets the upper hand and throws Teo to the ropes. As Teo comes back Shadlowlove tosses him across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Teo stumbles up and Shadowlove is on him with a series of uppercuts, sending him backing into a neutral corner. He backs up before running at Teo and executing a Handspring before hitting a Crossbody Block! Teo drops and Shadowlove is up again, he runs at him and Dropkicks him in the corner!

Gravedigger: The Handsome Half Breed is really taking it to the People's Champion here!

Teo still fights up and runs at Shadowlove, but Shadowlove is prepared; he hits a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker and finally goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

No!, Teo kicks out.

Zach Davis: Teo Del Sol isn't unbeatable - but he's damn close.

Teo rolls away and tags in Eddie Felt. Eddie hits the ring running and Shadowlove hits a Hurricanrana! Felt gets to his feet and Shadowlove kicks him in the stomach before taking his head...

Freddy Whoa: Eddie Felt is in for a Rude Awakening!

Shadowlove immediately goes for another pin.

One!

Two!

No!, kickout from Eddie Felt.

Gravedigger: We've seen Eddie Felt in some wars since he joined here. He hasn't won gold like Teo has but he's a force to be reckoned with in his own right.

Zach Davis: But so is Shadowlove!

Shadowlove kicks at Eddie's legs a few times as Eddie crawls towards the ropes. Eddie uses them to get to his feet but once he's up, Shadowlove takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. He then pulls Eddie to the middle of the ring and puts him in the Figure Four.

Freddy Whoa: Figure Four Leglock applied!

Crowd: WHOOO!

Eddie Felt isn't feeling very whooo, as he yells out in pain and thrashes about. He eventually begins trying to turn himself over.

Zach Davis: The Figure Four is one of the most painful submissions in wrestling - but the fact you can turn it over to reverse it is a huge weakpoint, of course. Does Shadowlove have Felt weakened enough to stop him from doing that?

The crowd is on the edge of their feet as Felt tries to work himself over.... He tries, fails, tries, fails....

Gravedigger: He can't do it! This one is over!

No!, one last try and Eddie is able to reverse the pressure on Shadowlove! Shadowlove yells out in pain for a few moments before escaping the reversed hold. Both men stumble to their feet.

Freddy Whoa: The damage may be done! Eddie Felt has to make a tag here!

He dives and tags in Freezer Burn! Freezer Burn hits the ring and takes Shadowlove down with a Clothesline. Shadowlove gets back up, boom, another Clothesline. Shadowlove gets back up and kicks Freezer Burn, but Freezer Burn catches it - Shadowlove fires off an Enziguri!

Zach Davis: He's got to make a tag!

Shadowlove goes to tag in Logan - but Logan drops down off the apron, rejecting him.

Crowd: BOOOOO!

Logan simply smirks. Shadowlove has a look of "what the hell?" before ZMAC takes matters into his own hands and tags himself in. Zombie McMorris enters the ring as Shadowlove gets on the apron. Logan simply watches the action from the ramp now.

Gravedigger: Classic Logan. Always a disappointment.

McMorris runs at Freezer Burn but Freezer Burn fires off a left handed backfist out of nowhere!

Zach Davis: THE FASTEST LEFT HAND IN THE WORLD!

But Zombie McMorris is, well, Zombie McMorris. He gets back to his feet immediately and roars at Freezer Burn to bring it, asking if that's all he's got. Freezer Burn comes at him with a few stiff forearms to the face before throwing him to the ropes and catching him as he comes back....

Freddy Whoa: BLASPHEMER! Hot damn!

AND AGAIN!, Zombie McMorris pops right up!

Gravedigger: Zombie McMorris, showing he's tough as nails! He's just taken two of Freezer Burn's trademark moves and they haven't even affected him!

McMorris again trash talks Freezer Burn. This time Freezer Burn motions for ZMAC to bring it. The Internet Champion runs at Freezer Burn but Freezer Burn catches him and lifts...

Zach Davis: ABSOLUTE. ZERO.

All three moves that Freezer Burn just hit seem to hit ZMAC all at once as he's practically knocked out.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like ZMAC got a little too cocky there, and his coked up zombie powers could only take him so far!

Freezer Burn pins the Internet Champion.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: After his team took a hell of a beating, Freezer Burn wins it for them!

Gravedigger: Only after Logan fucked over Shadowlove - wait, what is this?

Logan is in the ring now! Freezer Burn has already left after the ref lifted up his arm and Logan is stomping on ZMAC.

Freddy Whoa: COME ON!

And here comes Dag Riddik! And he has a chair! Logan lifts McMorris up and holds him as Dag Riddik smashes him in the face!

Zach Davis: Logan decides to drop out of this match... and then brings his Family member out to attack ZMAC?

Teo enters the ring now, being the good man that he is, and runs at Dag... but Dag sees it coming, BOOM!, chair shot to the head.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Gravedigger: Looks like Dag and Logan are trying to overcompensate the fact that their "Family" has disintegrated into irrelevance.

Dag throws his chair down and lifts Teo up. He tosses him to Logan, who wraps him in a Sleeper.

Zach Davis: Uh oh..... he's going to hit a Connector onto the chair!?

Master of Puppets hits.

Freddy Whoa: OH MY!

Zach Davis: We saw Seth out here last week watching Logan, and here he comes!

Seth runs to the ring, and he's got his own chair! The crowd actually cheers as Seth throws the chair right at Dag's head!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Dag catches it... and throws it right back at Seth!

Gravedigger: Seth catches it! VAN DAMINATOR FROM DAG!

Zach Davis: NO!, Seth sidesteps it and tosses the chair at Logan's head!

Gravedigger: LOGAN CATCHES IT! He throws it right into Seth's skull!

Zach Davis: Uh, no.... Seth catches it.... He throws it at Dag....

Freddy Whoa: DAG TURNS ON LOGAN! OH MY GOD!

Zach Davis: Dag threw the chair at Logan!, but no! Logan caught it! He throws it back at Dag!

Gravedigger: Dag catches it and looks like he's back on Logan's side, he throws the chair back at Seth!

The three men continue to throw the chair back and forth between each other until Teo is back on his feet; Seth catches it and... finally.. blasts Teo in the skull with it.

Freddy Whoa: Well, uh, I'd like to say we didn't see that coming, but there it is.

Zach Davis: Seth Lerch has joined The Family.

The fans boo as Seth looks down at Teo and grins. He grabs a mic.

Seth Lerch: You idiots thought I was going to fight Logan, didn't you!?

Crowd: NOT REALLY!

Seth ignores them, even though somehow they all said that in unison.

Seth Lerch: You see, when you're a Family, you're a Family... for life. Logan and I have been Family from the very begnning. And, starting now? The Family will be great again. Starting next week at Slam, this stable is going to be the GREATEST THING IN WCF GOING. The Family is going to grow, and we're going to be selective - we're going to take the very best of the best and bring them into our group. Not just the best - but FAMILY MEMBERS that deserve to hang with Logan, Dag Riddik, and Seth Lerch.

The crowd continues to boo.

Seth Lerch: Stay tuned.

With that, Seth drops the mic and hugs Dag Riddik. Logan awkwardly hugs Seth from behind in a three way hug. The three men then exit the ring and head to the back.

Zach Davis: Well that sure was something. Who do you think Seth has in mind?

Freddy Whoa: I have no idea.

Gravedigger: I've been a part of WCF for a long time, and one thing I know about Seth and Logan: they don't stay on the same page for long. We've seen Seth allied with Joey Flash, Jonny Fly, the #beachkrew, and numerous others recently. But now, Seth has cast that all aside by joining back with the Face of Treachery. Bold move, Zach, let's see if it pays off.

We go to a commercial for our upcoming Title matches.

Television Title Match
Johnny Rabid vs Tiffany White

Zach Davis: What a night! And we're not slowing down anytime soon. Up next, the WCF Television Champion, Tiffany White defends against a very hungry Johnny Rabid.

Freddy Whoa: We hand it over to Kyle Steel to get this one started!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the WCF Television Championship!

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first...the challenger...Originally from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds, he is "The Ripper"... JOHNNY RABID!!!

As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent....

The lights go out in the arena, as "A Bolt From The Blue" hits the PA, the lights sync themselves with the intro.

"AHH AHH. AHH AHH."

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds, she is the reigning and defending WCF Television Champion....TIFFANY WHITE!!!

The beat drops as blue strobe lights spaz out across the arena. Tiffany White finally comes out from the back, blowing kisses to any attractive ladies she sees in the crowd. A guy in the front row catcalls her, which she responds with a swift middle finger. She rushes into the ring, bouncing around in thime with the music, and as the song fades out she gets ready for the match.

Zach Davis: Both competitors looking ready to go. This one about to get under way.

Referee collects the Television Championship showing it to the challenger, Rabid, he then holds it high above his head showing it to the crowd to indicate that this was what was on the line. The bell rings.

Tiffany and Rabid meet in the center of the ring and start with a collar and elbow tie up. The larger Rabid gains the advantage with a side headlock. Tiffany shoves him off into the ropes. Rabid with a clothesline on the return, but a duck under by Tiffany. Rabid spins around and is caught with a European uppercut thst staggers him a bit. Tiffany takes him for an Irish whip to the turnbuckle but it is reversed and she instead is sent crashing into the corner.

Zach Davis: Quick back and forth action early on. Rabid using his size and power advantage. And Tiffany White going to rely on speed and quickness. That agility that comes into play.

Freddy Whoa: This may just come down to who wants it more.

Rabid rushes the corner with a shoulder tackle, however, Tiffany moves out of the way and instead, Rabid finds himself meeting ring post with his right shoulder as he lunges forward. He clutches his shoulder in agony as he slowly backs off of the mishap. Though he is given no repreive as he turns around into an armdrag takeover. Tiffany follows up with an armbar, placing pressure on the shoulder he'd just injured.

Zach Davis: Oh and a misstep by Rabid! This isn't good for the challenger as Tiffany White is taking full advantage.

Gravedigger: His arm has now become a target, and she is going to zero in on it. This spells trouble for him as it will severely hinder his technically based approach.

Tiffany holds his arm against the canvas. She pushes off of the canvas with her feet and sends her knee CRASHING down into his shoulder. Rabid groans upon impact. She repeats this twice more, harshly targeting his shoulder. She hauls him to his feet, and suddenly he strikes with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Tiffany hits the canvas and this buys him some time, however he further agitates his own shoulder in the process.

Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Rabid. He needs to create some separation for the time being. Give himself a chance to work out that shoulder.

Freddy Whoa: I don't know that I agree with that. He needs to remain on the offensive. You don't give Tiffany White time to rest.

Rabid pushes himself back to his feet, trying to rotate his shoulder to get the kinks out. He does, however stay after White as he brings her to her feet now. She responds with a rolling capture armbreaker that floors the challenger again and damages his shoulder even further. He writhes in pain as he stumbles back to his feet. Tiffany is waiting and sends him HARD into the ring post shoulder first. This now having been the second time Rabid's shoulder had struck the steel.

He wobbles back after the impact, still clutching his shoulder as he is hooked up by both arms and planted to the canvas for a double arm DDT. Tiffany transitions for the pinfall attempt. Ref slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--

NO! Rabid shoots his shoulders up off of the canvas.

Zach Davis: Tiffany White showing the challenger no mercy at all! That was a close call there. Could have been over.

Gravedigger: She shouldn't show him any mercy. This is for the WCF Television Championship. She came here to fight and defend her championship. Rabid is just like any other competitor.

Zach Davis: That is very true. I'm sure he would take advantage if the situation had been reversed.

Rabid crawls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up. Tiffany simultaneously out of the pinfall and back to her feet. She measures Rabid, waiting for him to make it back to his feet. As he does, he turns around into a stiff boot to the midsection. Tiffany grabs him to send him to the corner turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Tifanny looking to create an opportunity.

However, Rabid blocks the attempt by shoving his foot under the rope. He fires off a few shots to her ribs and she releases her grip. Rabid wastes no time, he grabs her for a belly to belly suplex and launches her up and over the top rope! She crashes to the floor below on the outside in front of the announce table.

Gravedigger: Rabid came prepared! He stays alive and now has a chance to mount an offensive!

Rabid rolls himself to the outside. Tiffany is wobbly making it back to her feet. The challenger hoists her up and sends her back down with a harsh scoop slam on the outside mats. He groans and rotates his shoulder as it was still suffering the effects of the earlier onslaught. Ref is instructing him to get her back into the ring, but as Rabid looks around, he has other ideas in mind. He makes his way to the announce table and pulls the top off of it. He then removes the monitors and tosses them aside. Whoa, Digger and Davis all hop up from their seats and step off to either side of the table.

Zach Davis: Rabid has something big in mind here!

Freddy Whoa: This doesn't look like it's going to end up good.

The ref begins her ten count as Rabid hauls Tiffany back to her feet, rolling her onto the announce table. He hits her with a forearm to the head for good measure.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Rabid rolls back into the ring and begins to climb the turnbuckle. The crowd looks on in awe as he stands precariously on the turnbuckle, balancing himself.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

He takes a few steps onto the ropes, walking them like a tightrope as he lines himself up with the announce table. In a swift motion he turns with one hop, putting his back to White, leaps off of the ropes and down toward the announce table!

Zach Davis: PHOENIX SPLASH! He's going for it ALL!

However, Tiffany rolls herself out of the way JUST in time and Rabid CRASHES through the announer table as it collapses underneath him.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Gravedigger: Rabid is OUT!

Zach Davis: And our table is kaput!

The dive from the tope breaks up the former count on Tiffany, and the ref is forced to start another count on both stars.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Tiffany rolls herself into the ring. Rabid is still out of it, his body strewn among plastic, wood and various debris after the crash. Tiffany takes her time to recuperate as Rabid has not yet moved.

Zach Davis: If Rabid is counted out here, Tiffany White will retain the Television Championship. It doesn't look good for him at all.

Freddy Whoa: I think he knocked himself out cold trying to take that high risk. It didn't pay off.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Finally, there are signs of life as Rabid pushes the debris away from him. He slowly crawls toward the ring. Perhaps on instinct alone as he hears the ref's voice calling the count. He continues crawling reaching a hand up, trying to grab hold of the apron.

EIGHT!

NINE!

TE--

With no time to spare, he uses every ounce of strength he can muster to pull himself into the ring. Barely beating the count.

Zach Davis: I can't believe he made it!

Gravedigger: That might have been a foolish move as he is still VERY out of it.

Zach Davis: He might not last much longer here at all.

Rabid is definitely still out of it as he lays on the canvas, trying to regroup. Though he isn't given any time for that as Tiffany drags him away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. She drops down over him for a pinfall. Ref in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Rabid manages to get a shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Amazingly, Rabid still in this thing!

Gravedigger: This is all strategy at this point for White. Every time he has to force his shoulders off the mat, he is expelling more energy.

Zach Davis: I don't know how much energy he could possibly have left after that crash out here.

Tiffany hauls Rabid to his feet and hooks him up for a fisherman's suplex, hooking up the leg and she remains with it for the pinfall once again. Ref slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

Again, Rabid manages to get his shoulder up!

Zach Davis: He continues to stay in this thing. Rabid with a lot of heart here.

Gravedigger: At some point you have to ask yourself if the heart is worth it? Live to fight another day.

Tiffany grabs hold of the back of his head and hauls him again to his feet. She lifts him for another suplex, but he slides off of the attempt and instead grabs her waist, pulling her up and over for a German Suplex of his own. He keeps his hands locked and bridges up as her shoulders are flat on the canvas. Ref again makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Tiffany shoots her shoulder off the canvas.

Zach Davis: Ad a near fall for Rabid! That was out of nowhere!

Freddy Whoa: He still has some fight left in him after all!

Tiffany rolls out of the attempt, a little dazed after the sudden tide change. Rabid is still suffering the effects of his missed dive. White is first to her feet and as Rabid gets to his, she explodes at him with a shining wizard But he ducks it and instead grabs her for a Russian leg sweep as she zips passed him.

Zach Davis: Rabid avoiding it and he has White down. He needs to capitalize here.

Gravedigger: But can he? He is still devastated after crashing into the announce table. I'm still devastated. Where am I going to set my diet coke?

Rabid wastes no time as he forces himself to his feet. He grabs hold of both ends of the top rope in the corner and launches himself up. Trying for the ssecond time.

Zach Davis: PHOENIX SPLASH AGAIN!

Freddy Whoa: And this time he connects!

He crashes down into White with perfect execution. With Tiffany down and out of it, Rabid stalks her like prey and is almost salivating at the mouth. But he doesn't want to wait for her to get back to her feet ... he jerks her up with a sickening satisfaction and in a flash ...

Gravedigger: KINGDOM DESTROYER! That is the END of this one!

Freddy Whoa: He just broke her neck, I'm sure of it!

Rabid stays on for an emphatic cover. Ref in position, Tiffany White isn't showing any signs of life.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and the NEW WCF Television Champion ... JOHNNY RABID!

Zach Davis: What a match! Johnny Rabid is your new TV Champ and I think business has just picked up for anyone in his line of contension.

Gravedigger: Rabid is a genius, and pure amazement to watch in the ring. That strap is not going to get away from him for a long time to come.

United States Title Match
Steve Orbit vs Ethan King vs Mikey eXtreme

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."

CROWD. POPS.

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Orbit struts to the ring, taking time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hang. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips as the crowd pops. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stretches in the corner, waiting for the opponents.

The opening beat from “Coloris” starts to echo throughout the arena, the fans start to stamp their feet and clap their hands along with the rhythm.

“Welcome To The Future.”

Out comes the man behind the King brand, Ethan King! Donning a white and gold mask, he leaps up onto the entrance ramp, all hyped up and ready to go. He points out into the sea of fans as he strides down to the ring, clapping the hands of the WCF Universe .

Upon reaching the ring, he bounds up onto the apron, pumping his fist excitedly, before swinging himself up and over the top rope, landing lightly on his feet, and bowing to the crowd. To the people on his left first, then the right, and finally, the middle. Once finishing with the bows, he walks to the turnbuckle corner, clapping his hand against his chest.

The arena is blanketed in darkness as "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains hits the PA system. Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, lightning comes crashing into the stage and a red fog fills the arena as Mikey eXtreme, decked out in a King's robe, steps out onto the stage carrying a kendo stick with an American Flag on the end. The United States championship sits around his waist. There is a mixed reaction as the crowd wants to boo, but the American Flag wins over some members of the audience. Mikey makes his way down to the ring as Freakshow and Vidalia trail behind. Mikey rolls into the ring as Vidalia grabs the kendo stick flag and heads to his corner. Freakshow begins to circle the ring, staring at Mikey's opponents.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for the WCF United States Championship! First, from Oakland, California! Standing six foot two, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds ... he is THE MACK, Steve OoooOoOOooOrbit!

Orbit walks to the middle of the ring and greets the crowd, to massive cheers.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, California. He stands six foot two, weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. Representing The Pride, Ethan KiiiiiIIiIIIIiiIng!

Ethan now steps to the spotlight, waving and smiling to his adoring fans.

Kyle Steel: And finally, coming to us from Brooklyn, New York. Six foot four, two hundred and twenty five pounds. The defending WCF United States Champion, Mikey, eXtreme!

Mikey steps forward and raises the US Championship high into the air for all to see. He hands it off to referee Stanley Moser and heads back to his corner. With the wrestlers prepped and ready, the ref calls for the bell!

Zach Davis: And this US Title Triple Threat Match is under way!

And MIkey eXtreme immediately grabs his Kendo Stick to the surprise of Orbit and King.

Gravedigger: Smart, Mikey knows the rules. I'd do the same.

Zach Davis: The Kendo Stick is in play and the bell just rang!

Mikey comes out swinging! Steve and Ethan each duck a swing, but Ethan gets caught on a return. He hits the mat and rolls to the apron holding his stomach, Orbit is able to take the window to grab Mikey's arm from behind, stopping any more shots. The stick is wrestled from the grasp of Mikey eXtreme, so he turns and clocks Steve right in the head with a forearm. Orbit is then launched over the top rope and to the floor. Ethan King slides back into the fray, hitting a dropkick on eXtreme. Mikey is back up and Ethan with another one. Fired up and with the crowd behind him, Ethan heads for the ropes, and on the return looks for another dropkick which Mikey eXtreme sways out of the way. Ethan lands hard, but not harder than an elbow drop that Mikey puts right in the small of the back! Steve Orbit slides back in and hits a big chop to Mikey, giving Ethan time to get up and chop Mikey too! Orbit with a chop, Ethan with a chop, DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY MIKEY EXTREME.

Freddy Whoa: Nice move by Mikey there, he's going to need to take it to both these guys early and often.

Gravedigger: Or he could just grab that stick and destroy them like anybody else would.

Ethan and Steve stand up from the impact, and they're met with chops from Mikey. eXtreme hits the ropes for another double clothesline, but Ethan and Steve both duck. On the return - double flapjack! Mikey hits hard! Steve with a falling fist drop and Ethan with a flip senton at the same time! Steve and Ethan look at each other and with a nod, they pick Mikey up - then lift him into the air, double backbreaker to Mikey eXtreme! This takes a lot out of Mikey, enough that he rolls to the apron before anybody can get a pin on him. Steve and Ethan, with nothing else to really do, lock up. Ethan slips behind and grabs a waistlock. Steve with a back elbow, two, three even. The hold is broken, Steve off the ropes and Ethan meets him with a boot to the stomach. Ethan off the ropes now, Steve reverses into a back body drop. Orbit hooks King and HONEY DIP - NO!

Zach Davis: THAT SOUND! JESUS!

Mikey eXtreme swung for the fences and cracked Orbit's head with the kendo stick! Ethan takes one to the back! Mikey eXtreme stands tall in this US Title Match, stick in the air! He goes to hit Ethan once more, but he rolls out of the way to the apron. Mikey reaches over and clobbers Ethan with a clubbing blow, then heads out to the apron with him, looking to hit a Russian Leg Sweep with the stick! Ethan blocks, hits a back elbow to Mikey's head. He holds on! Mikey pulls back on the Sweep once again but Ethan is holding the top rope! STEVE ORBIT OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES ON BOTH MEN! EVERYONE CRASHES TO THE FLOOR!

Gravedigger: Steve Orbit pulls another one out of the bag! What a move. What a vet.

Orbit is dazed, but he grabs Ethan King and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope. Steve with the pinfall attempt!

1!

2!

NO Ethan kicks out.

Zach Davis: THat's not enough to keep upstart Ethan King down, this guy is something else.

Freddy Whoa: He's got a bright career ahead of him, we'll see if he can nab the US Title and cement that start.

Both men to their feet now, Orbit bends Ethan over - powerbomb! Ethan reverses, falls and lands on his feet behind Orbit. Ethan with a Pele Kick, "Hotline!" Nope, Steve dodges that one, Ethan lands on his feet again. Orbit goes for the Pimp Slap, Ethan dodges and off the middle rope with a moonsault! He lands on Orbit's shoulder, going for the Tornado DDT to complete "Flippin' Out" but Orbit stops the momentum and gives Ethan a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER right in the middle of the ring! Perfect time for Mikey eXtreme to slide in and take Orbit's head off with "X Marks the Spot," a superkick that sends Orbit to the mat in a hurrry! Mikey covers Orbit!

1!

2!

NO Orbit kicks out.

Gravedigger: Not enough to keep down Orbit, but likely enough to keep down King -

To Ethan for a cover now!

1!

2!

Nope, Ethan kicks out as well.

Freddy Whoa: Not enough to keep King down either, Gravedigger!

Gravedigger: He's showing a lot here tonight. Even I'm impressed.

Mikey pulls Ethan up to his feet and pushes him to a corner. Some big body shots ensue. Orbit fights his way to his feet and walks over, trying to get Mikey from behind but it doesn't work. Mikey goes to kick Orbit in the gut but Steve catches it. He throws Mikey's leg over to Ethan who catches it, ORBIT WITH A PIMP SLAP TO MIKEY EXTREME! This sends Mikey in a spin and he gets caught with "Hotline!" The Pele Kick connects and eXtreme is on the mat! Orbit goes to Pimp Slap King! Ethan with a Shining Wizard out of nowhere stopping the Slap! Orbit crumbles to the mat! Ethan King to the top rope - he's feeling it - FROG SPLASH LANDS ON BOTH MEN AT ONCE! DOUBLE COVER FROM ETHAN KING!

Freddy Whoa: OH NO WHAT A MOVE!

1!

2!

NO both men kick out!

Zach Davis: I thought for sure that was it, but you have to remember who those men are - Steve Orbit and Mikey eXtreme, battle tested individuals for sure.

Ethan King is able to string big moves together and it doesn't get the job done. Ethan isn't going to get down on himself though. He picks the US Champion up and throws him to the ropes. Ethan with a spinning heel kick to eXtreme, taking him down. Orbit is back up and hooks Ethan up from behind. He knows what's coming, Ethan drops down to the mat and hooks Orbit, rolling him forward into a pin! Except Orbit rolled through with it launching Ethan to his feet and "X MARKS THE SPOT!" Ethan was caught flush after being catapulted and rolls to the floor! Orbit walks over to eXtreme being cautious, but he's still thrown to the floor again. Mikey off the ropes and SUICIDE DIVE TO ORBIT! Back in the ring SUICIDE DIVE TO KING! Ethan rolled into the ring, eXtreme after him. Mikey puts Ethan in the corner, then to the top turnbuckle in a sitting position facing the crowd. Mikey to the apron and then up the ropes to join Ethan. It's a dangerous place to be - especially with Steve Orbit coming into the ring.

Ethan King with a forearm though! Ethan turns and spots Orbit coming up, he leaps in the air the dropkicks Mikey eXtreme sending Mikey to the floor in a heap, and at the same time, Ethan moonsaults to Orbit, spins it around and hits a massive tornado DDT! Motherfucking "FLIPPIN' OUT!" Ethan King with a pin!

1!

2!

3!

Zach Davis: NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION!

Ethan King rolls away and the referee hands him the belt. He clutches it close to him, finally resting after a hard fought match before rising to his feet and raising it in the air.

Freddy Whoa: What a moment!

Gravedigger: The WCF is a battlefield. Only the best of the best capture Championships around here - as you look through our Title histories, you'll see that almost every Title holder is a potential Hall of Famer. We don't get to see someone winning their first Championship very often - but we got it here tonight!

Mikey and Orbit have both left the ring as Ethan King climbs to the turnbuckle and raises the belt, posing for the fans, as we go to commercial.

Sarah Twilight vs The Polar Phantasm

Zach Davis: What a night we've had! And we're not finished yet. Ladies and Gentlemen watching from home set your DVRs, you don't wanna miss this next one! A match four years in the making!

Freddy Whoa: We've seen plenty of returning stars as of late. The Polar Phantasm making his presence felt once again after a lengthy hiatus. He is set to wage war with The Mistress of Mischief herself, Sarah Twilight. Both stars began in WCF back in early 2012 and with the exception of one meeting during the Hellimination match that same year, the two have never competed against one another.

Gravedigger: A lot of that has to do with the fact that both of them went in completely opposite directions from the gate. Twilight immediately began chasing after the WCF World Championship while Phantasm was laying the groundwork for what we today know as Pantheon.

Zach Davis: Needless to say, even without any championship or other form of reward awaiting the winner of this match, there is still quite a bit on the line for both competitors. A victory here tonight would do wonders to re-start the WCF careers of either Sarah Twilight OR The Polar Phantasm.

Freddy Whoa: Not to mention pride. Personally, the two of them can't stand one another. They've never gotten along and I'm surprised that it's taken this long for them to finally step between the ropes opposite each other. Four years in the making ... it almost seems bittersweet.

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd greets her with MASSIVE boos as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Zach Davis: And here we go!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ... from Los Angeles, California ... weiging in at one hundred forty six pounds ... she is "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "What You Want" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory before she reaches the ring steps and climbs inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

Gravedigger: These idiots can't make up their minds. A week ago they were happy as pigs in shit to see her, and now they can't stand the sight of her. Bunch of hypocrits we have for fans.

Zach Davis: I think it comes down more to the fact that people do not forget. I mean, Sarah Twilight has done some of the most horrific things we've ever seen in WCF. She also played the fans for nearly a year when they supported her in her quest for the world championship. What did she do after achieving her goals? She spit in everyone's face. People won't forgive something like that.

Freddy Whoa: It's like we mentioned ... people might have just been riled up to see Katherine Phoenix get her mouth shut. But The Polar Phantasm, a very popular former People's Champion ... is not Katherine Phoenix. People want to see Phantasm pick up the win here tonight, it's that simple.

The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing WCF big screen. Access granted... running program 'Polar Phantasm Entrance'."

Kyle Steel: And her opponent ...from New Antarctica, Nevada ... weighing in at two hundred fifty five pounds ... he is, THE POLAR PHANTASM!!!

The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm. Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a look around the crowd and ...

Zach Davis: Sarah's not waiting! This match is under way!

Before Polar could even finish making his ring entrance Sarah Twilight is all over him with rapid punches to his face, sides and gut. Phantasm is backed into the corner as Twilight unloads a barrage on him like there was no tomorrow. The crowd boos heavily at the fact that Sarah rushed Polar this early. Referee calls for the bell as both competitors were in the ring and contact had been made.

Gravedigger: This is going to be a fight. This is a fight Phantasm wanted, it's a fight he's asked for ... now, he is getting that fight!

Twilight yanks Phantasm out from the corner and spins him around to send him right in between the turnbuckle pads shoulder first! His left shoulder CRACKS against the ringpost and he stumbles back away from the corner, holding his shoulder. Sarah gives him absolutely no time to breath as she's back on him after the attack and DROPS him with a hangman's neckbreaker. With Phantasm down, she quickly slides into the cover, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

TH--

Phantasm shoots his uninjured shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight looking to end this one rather early as she gets the nearfall.

Freddy Whoa: The quick assault as Polar was entering the ring has given Twilight an early advantage. Thus far, she's fully capitalizing on it.

Sarah rolls back to her feet as Phantasm rolls off to his side, still cradling his left shoulder. He is still given no reprieve as Twilight begins sending vicious stomps down into the shoulder. After sending about a dozen HARD stomps into the agrivated shoulder, Sarah hauls Phantasm to his feet and wastes no time in sending him right back down with a snap suplex. The crowd continues to boo and show their disdain for The Mistress of Mischief. She ignores the sheep and casually hits the ropes, on the return WHAM ... rolling knee drop right into Polar's left shoulder.

Zach Davis: Guys, so far Polar Phantasm hasn't beeen able to mount an offense. He hit that ringpost with his shoulder hard and it has really started to shape this matchup.

Gravedigger: Twilight saw an opportunity and she took it. That's smart. This is a fight, you don't have to wait for someone to be "ready" ... you should be ready the moment you step through that curtain!

Sarah stalks Phantasm as he slowly starts to make it back to his feet. She screams at him to get up, and when he does, she sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the return, Sarah rushes to BLAST him with a burst clothesline. But Phantasm ducks under it! Sarah turns around and Polar sends a front toe kick at her gut, which she catches. Polar then hops up with his other foot and CRACK! He NAILS her right in the back of the head with en enziguri. Sarah falls to the mat as does Pahntasm. The landing after hitting that move also further agitates his shoulder.

Freddy Whoa: Just like that, Phantasm put himself in this thing. He buys himself some time with that sharp kick to the side of Twilight's head.

Phantasm uses the ropes to pull himself back up and he works out his shoulder a few times, rotating it to ease the pain and get back into focus. Sarah gets back to her feet and again rushes Phantasm but he uses her momentum to deliver a back body drop to send her up and over the top rope. She CRASHES to the floor outside. The crowd begins cheering wildly as the tide of the match has shifted to Phantasm's favor.

Zach Davis: Twilight sent to the outside. Phantasm has an opportunity here. He's created separation and oh boy!

Freddy Whoa: He's not letting this go to waste!

Phantasm picks up some steam as he heads to the ring ropes and increases his speed on the return and he FLIES over the top rope with a PLANCHA and CONNECTS with Sarah, sending her barreling back into the barricade. However Phantasm takes a good deal of that impact as well and now BOTH stars are down and out of it at ringside.

Gravedigger: What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he trying to kill himself or what?

Zach Davis: Sometimes you have to take risks to create opportunity. Polar Phantasm did just that!

With both stars down, the referee has no choice but to begin his ten count on both competitors.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Ten count started. I don't know if either of them can make it back into the ring in time.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Phantasm begins to stir first as the count continues.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Polar manages to roll Sarah back into the ring to ensure the match would end decisively.

NINE!

TE--

Polar slides himself into the ring with almost no time to spare.

Freddy Whoa: Both competitors back in the ring. Let's see if Polar can capitalize.

Polar makes it back to his feet and so does Sarah. The two exchange blow after blow in the center of the ring. With each shot the crowd gets fired up.

Sarah lands a hard right to Phantasm.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Phantasm returns with a right of his own to Sarah.

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!

Sarah with another hard right.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Phantasm returns the favor once again.

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!

Sarah with a few hard shots now unanswered.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Phantasm now does answer back and he sends a few shots in, he has Sarah reeling.

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!

Sarah swiftly with a HARD knee to Polar's gut. She grabs him and sends him toward the turnbuckle with an Irish whip, but he reverses and instead sends her crashing into the corner. Phantasm follows up with a quick shoulder block, NAILING Sarah in the gut and dazing her in the corner. He shakes his arm a few times as he had further annoyed his shoulder.

Zach Davis: This capacity crowd firmly behind the Polar Phantasm. You can feel the energy!

Polar hops up to the second rope and he looks out among the crowd who are cheering wildly for him. He clenches his fist and they ERUPT. He begins sending shots down at Sarah as the crowd counts along with each blow.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!!

After eight hard right hands from the turnbuckle, Sarah interrupts his flurry of blows as she reaches under his legs and although struggling with his weight, manages to quickly move forward a few steps with Polar teetering on her shoulders and she DROPS him for a somewhat sloppy powerbomb that actually sees him land moreso on his neck than anything else. Sarah drops to one knee after having managed to perform such a maneuver. Polar immediately shoots both hands up and covers the back of his neck after impact.

Freddy Whoa: And just like that, Phantasm is in trouble!

Gravedigger: Cover him and get it over with!

Either Sarah could hear what Gravedigger was saying, or she already had that exact plan in mind. She covers Phantasm once again, looking to put him away. Referee in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Polar shoots a shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Another near fall, that was CLOSE! Did you see the way he landed on the back of his neck?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know how he managed to kick out there, but he did.

Sarah glares at the ref, not believing that was only a two count but he gives he confirmation that it was. Annoyed, she sets up behind the downed Phantasm and wraps her legs over his arms while pulling them back, using her calves to apply MASSIVE amounts of pressure to the back of his neck.

Zach Davis: SPELLBOUND! Polar is in a world of trouble. This is tearing at his neck and shoulder. He may have no choice but to tap out here.

Polar screams out in pain and the crowd is booing like mad. The ref asks Polar if he wants to submit but Phantasm refuses as he struggles through the agonizing pain.

Gravedigger: He's just looking for long term injury if he's not smart here. He needs to just give up and live to fight another day.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think giving up is in Phantasm's vocabulary.

Polar is writhing in complete agony but he grits his teeth and starts using his weight adavntage to slowly scoot himself forward toward the ropes, even with Sarah locked onto him like a boa constrictor. Sarah wrenches the hold as tightly as possible, forcing his neck forward as far as she can, pinning Polar's chin against his own clavacle. Phantasm yells out in more pain but continues to scoot forward, slowly.

Zach Davis: Can he make it to the ropes? He's inching his way but will he make it?

Gravedigger: He's too far away, he'll never make it.

Phantasm inches a bit more and more, struggling to avoid submitting to the excruciating pain. Eventually he does manage to get a foot under the bottom rope. Referee calls for the break, but Sarah refuses and continues to wrench the hold. The ref begins his count on her.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Sarah breaks the hold after utilizing as much of the five count as possible.

Gravedigger: Using every bit of leverage. That's how you win matches.

Freddy Whoa: That's how you try and cause as much damage as you can. I think she's straight up TRYING to injure Phantasm.

Sarah rolls herself back after releasing the hold and she goes right back after Polar to bring him back to the center of the ring. However, Polar downs her with a double leg takedown and turns her over ...

Zach Davis: ANTARCTICRAB! He's got it locked in, Sarah's center of the ring, nowhere to go!

Now it is Sarah who's face is gimmacing as Polar applies the pressure and arches back, not only buying himself some recovery time, but also returning the favor of doing some damage to her lower back as he wrenches again and again.

Freddy Whoa: And the referee asking Sarah Twilight now is she wishes to give up.

Gravedigger: Phantasm isn't known for his submission skills. This isn't gonna be enough.

Sarah starts clawing at the mat, slowly pulling herself toward the ropes now. She inches closer and closer ... just a fingertip away and then Phantasm partially stands up, dragging her back to the center of the ring with him and clinches the hold in once again. Sarah yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: She almost had the ropes, but Phantasm says not today! Sarah's back in the center of the ring. I don't know how much longer she can hang in there.

Sarah runs her hands through her hair as she fights through the pain. Realizing the ropes were not an option at this point, she begins reaching back ... she manages to get hold of one of Phantasm's ankles and pulls forward, causing him to lose his balance and she sets up the reversal into the Sharpshooter!

Freddy Whoa: It's reversed! Phantasm back in trouble!

But not for long as he uses his leg strength to push Sarah away and break the hold. Phantasm rolls to his feet, Sarahback on the attack after him, but he rolls behind her and grabs hold of her for a bridging German suplex! Sarah crashes into the mat HARD and Phantasm stays with it for the pinning combination. Ref checks her shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Sarah pops out of it at the last moment.

Zach Davis: And now Polar with a nearfall! The momentum again shifting in this contest! and it's academic

Polar is back to his feet first and he measures Sarah as she pulls herself back to her feet with the ropes. She turns around, and Polar senses the end here delivers a sharp kick to the gut and he hauls Sarah up ...

Freddy Whoa: Awww shit! ICE CAP! That's all she wrote folks! This one is done.

Sarah is brought down onto her head CRASHING into the canvas and Polar rolls her over, hooking the leg. Ref slides into position and it's academic. The crowd counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE ..

Zach Davis: Wait NO! She kicked out! Twilight got a shoulder up!

Phantasm's face drops and he looks at the referee in disbelief. It is confirmed that the count was only two.

Gravedigger: He has GOT to be thinking "what do I have to do to put her away?"

Phantasm makes it back to his feet and starts pacing the ring, wondering what he would have to pull out of his arsenal to end this match. Sarah is very slow to her feet, she uses the bottom rope and then the middle rope to pull herself up to one knee. Phantasm is mindful to keep watch of when Twilight was starting to stir again and he decides he's just going to have to drop her on her head again. Phantasm moves in and spins Twilight around, but she surprises him with a sharp kick of her own that doubles him over. Sarah now uses all her might and hauls Phantasm up ...

Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! TWILIGHT ZONE! I don't believe it ... after all of this ...

Sarah falls back down to her knees after CRASHING Phantasm into the mat and she now covers him, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE ..

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! Phantasm still in this! He kicked out before three!

Gravedigger: How much more can these two possibly dish out to each other?!

Sarah once again GLARES at the referee, INSISTING that the count had to be three. The ref is firm in his stance that it was only a two count and now Sarah is becoming frustrated as to what she'd have to do to put Polar away. Both stars are still very out of it however, after each of them eating the other's finishing maneuver.

Sarah starts crawling toward the ropes to pull herself up. Phantasm does the same at the opposite end of the ring. Waerily, both stars manage to make it back to their feet. Both have the same idea as they rush at one another and ...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Polar and Sarah go back to the canvas HARD!

Zach Davis: The wear and tear taking effect. This can't go on much longer.

The ref again begins a ten count on the two stars.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Sarah begins to stir first on this occasion. She slowly drags herself up, once again using the ropes.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

The count stops when Sarah manages to pull herself all the way up. Phantasm has made it up to his hands and knees and starts toward the ropes himself so he can pull himself back up. However he doesn't need to as Sarah does that for him. She struggles a bit as battle weary as she was and gets Phantasm back to a vertical base. She sends him for an Irish whip into the turnbuckle but again he manages to reverse it. Sarah is sent HARD into the corner.

Freddy Whoa: Reversal by Polar. This might be an opportunity.

Polar staggers around for a few seconds, contemplating what his next move would be. After shaking off the cobwebs, he decides on the next course of action. He was going to need to go big.

Zach Davis: What is the Polar Phantasm thinking here?

Gravedigger: Whatever it is, I don't like it. This isn't looking good. The guy is nuts!

Polar heads over to the corner where Sarah was, still dazed and he lifts her up to the top rope before climbing the ropes himself.

Freddy Whoa: Another high risk .... this might not be smart!

Both Sarah and Phantasm are on the top rope, Phantasm lifts her up, into a death valley driver. The fans GASP.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!!!

Freddy Whoa: ANTARCTICAN AVALANCHE! I think he just killed her!

Sarah is damn near broken in HALF as she CRASHES into the canvas below. Polar takes a half a second to regain himself after delivering such a move and he rolls on for the cover. Ref into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Wait ... I don't believe it!

Gravedigger: Are you kidding me right now?

Phantasm rolls out of the pinfall and raises his arms as he had heard the referee's hand slap the mat three consecutive times. However his celebration is short lived as the ref points out to him that Sarah had managed to drape her foot over the bottom rope before the three count had completed.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Phantasm can't believe it. He is frantically trying to figure out what he has to do next. That should have done it, that should have been it. He runs his hands through his hair and wipes them over his face several times as he once again paces around the ring. Polar finally stops and leans himself over the top rope, looking out at the crowd with an expression on his face like "what do I have to do?"

Gravedigger: He's wasting valuable time. He should be dropping her on her head again if he wants to win this thing!

Zach Davis: I think this has come down to almost a stalemate between the two of them. He's not sure what to do now.

Freddy Whoa: He just needs to be the Polar Phantasm and keep going til you find something that works.

Phantasm paces a few more times as he tries to work out just how far he was going to have to go to put away his rival. And as the crowd chants his name over and over again, he finds his way back to basics.

Zach Davis: He's got something in mind!

Phantasm once more ascends himself to the top turnbuckle. Sarah still down and out of it on the mat below. Phantasm leaps off ...

Freddy Whoa: SENTON SPLASH!!

Zach Davis: NO! Sarah got her knees up!

Gravedigger: He wasted too much time, she was playing possum.

Phantasm clutches his back immediately upon impact with Sarah's knees and staggers to his feet. dazed. Sarah rolls back to her feet ... meauring him ... he stumbles back toward her and she grabs hold of him, hauling him up once again.

Zach Davis: And ANOTHER TWILIGHT ZONE!

Phantasm's face CRASHES into the canvas and bounces right back off from the impact. Sarah drops down for the cover as the entire arena fills with resounding boos. Ref slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!

Zach Davis: That was nothing short of a war. Polar Phantasm gave it his all but on this night, it was not enough. Sarah Twilight emerges victorious, but I can tell you this ... she knows she was in a fight.

Freddy Whoa: You can't take anything away from either competitor. They went out and gave it everything the had. Pulling out all the stops. I don't think we could have asked for anything better.

Poondock Kings Segment

"Gods Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash. That old familiar tune that hasn't been heard in a long time has returned to the WCF arena. Vincent "Buddy" Roman appears on stage with a microphone.

Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen..

Crowd: BUDDY!! BUDDY!! BUDDY!!

Buddy Roman: It is that time once again were WCF embarks on a long and tiresome journey. It is a journey where boys become men and names are etched into history...

Buddy Starts walking down to the ring.

Buddy Roman: I think you all know why I am here and what all this is about but for those who don't know me...

Buddy Roman climbs into the ring.

Buddy Roman: My name is Vincent Buddy Roman and I am a proud father. I am a proud father and advocate to MY client, the Evil Incarnate, Zombie McMorris. Heh, my client has been the subject of many a controversy and is at the front line of this current "Kayfabe" controversy. Well let me just tell you right now that Kayfabe is dead. MY client has killed it. My client has gutted it like a bear to a salmon and ripped its fish brains out and used it as a bong to some rocks out of. With that said, I would be re-missed if I did not get in on all this action because lets face it.. It is not controversial until I say it is. Too long have I been away from WCF on different projects and ventures, holding my loving community of Hyde Park together like the super adhesive that I am. And too long has it been since I have been the voice to the voiceless. I understand that all of you WCF Loyal are sick and tired and sick and tired and bored to death of the same old thing with no hashtag Beach Krew this, and the The Family that, and the house of butthurt oppression. It has become very apparent to me because I am a proud parent and it is time, I feel that I bring my children out to play with all the other snot nosed little goblins that call themselves wrestlers.

Buddy laughs.

Buddy Roman: Wrestlers, talent. Grown men who sacrifice their bodies nightly are hurt by words and phrases like I just stuck a spear through their chest. That figurative spear of destiny will become very real as I am here to announce MY team for the Trios tag team tournament. These three men have all been to hell and back both for and against each other. These three men are icons in this company and in this industry.. Ladies and gentlemen... introducing your next Trios Tag Team Champions... my son... KAZ MAZY, My grandson, COREY SCARECROW and his father, MY client and YOUR REIGNING... DEFENDING... DOMINATING... Z-WREKING .. INTERNET CHAMPION.... ZOMBIE... MCMORRIS!!! THEY ARE THE POONDOCK KINGS!!!

“Talk Shit, Get Shit” by Body Count hits the P.A to an uberDUBERthick crowd POP as the camera starts scanning the arena. Everyone looks to the stage...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Can it be?!

A spotlight centers on a balcony as CMAC, KMAZ, and ZMAC all appear.

Zach Davis: IT IS! Scarecrow and Kaz Mazy are back alongside Zombie McMorris as a surprise team entrant in the upcoming Trios Tournament!

They leap over the edge and land in the waiting arms of the WCF loyal who catch them with something resembling gumption. The three then get body surfed down to ringside as the lady thick unleash the most fabulous of tittays upon our intrepid heroes. The land on their feet outside the ring and slide into the ring. They take a moment to pose for their most loyal of followers before the music cuts out and Buddy continues talking.

Buddy Roman: These three men have come to take your tournament by hook or by crook. Me personally? I'm betting on the former. When you look at three daunting obelisks such as these men here, you finally see what a real Krew, a real Family, a real full House looks like! They aren't some random clusterfuck. This isn't some Lottery pick, but these men are definitely Lethal! WCF...you have a real problem on your hands!

Buddy stops for a moment, a juicy tear resting under eye, clapping his hands raw.

Buddy Roman: I could go on all night about how utterly DOMINANT My clients will be in this tournament...and I think I will! Let me tell you a little story about...

??: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DUBYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH CEEEEEEEEEEEE EFFFFFFFFFFF DONT YOU DARE BE SOWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH! CLAP FOR THE WORLDS MOST LEARNED TAG TEAM AND FEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL THHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE POOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

“ITS A #TEACHKREW YES IT IS!”

“I'M GOIN' IN” by Lil Wayne hits to an enormous crowd jeer. Big Train and his two #TeachKrew compatriots hit the stage with microphone in hand and horns on their heads. He calls for the music to be cut and starts speaking.

Big Train: Allow US to introduce ourselves. Of course, you all know me. I'm Big Train. The man to my left is Reg' Train, and the man to my right is Lil' Train! Together, we are...

The three men all throw up Ginyu style poses as CMAC, KMAZ, and ZMAC all look at each other incredulously.

#TeachKrew: THE #TEACHKREW!!!

They drop their poses as Big Train continues.

Big Train: And we're here to drop a lil' knawledge on you quatro of numb skulls. That knawledge?

Big Train looks at both Medium and Lil' Train, smiling and nodding.

Big Train: Your trio...is BUTTOCKS! Straight up BUTTOCKS, son!

#TeachKrew start guffawing to themselves as the crowd start to BOO them.

Big Train: Aww come on! You love us! We're the greatest Trio in WCF history!

Even louder BOOS from the Aftermath crowd.

Big Train: Fine. That's fine. You want us to prove it?!

The crowd start to cheer.

Big Train: We're about to give you a sneak peek of Trio's! The first match in the Trio's tournament...begins now!

The crowd POPS fat as #TeachKrew rush the ring, throwing their rhino horns to the ground as they do. Buddy crawls under the bottom rope and a referee rolls in as #TeachKrew rush the ring. As soon as they're in the ring, The Poondock Kings are on top of the three with the thickest rights and lefts you ever did see.

Zach Davis: This match is off!

DING!DING!DING!

As if on cue, Kaz and Crow nail Lil' and Reg' with an enziguiri a piece, knocking them both to the ground. ZMAC nails Big Train in the gut with a stiff kick from his Doc Martin' shitkickers, and then drops him to the mat with an Axe Wound!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA MY GAWD DAT WAS SUM THICK SHIT ZAGGRY!!!

Big Train flops around the ring like a fish before settling in the corner. Lil' and Reg get to their feet as Crow lifts Kaz into the air with a release powerbomb. Kaz flies through the air and grabs both men by the head, dropping them to the mat with one of the HAWRDEST double DDT's in the business today. Both men flail for their lives as Z and Crow bounce off the ropes and drive their heads into the mat with them brain bustin' curbstomps!

Zach Davis: Holy fuck dis be GETTIN' my thick off right hurrd!

Freddy Whoa: Deez three just made Zach a man! POONDOCK KINGS! POONDOCK KINGS! POONDOCK KINGS!

Crowd: POONDOCK KINGS! POONDOCK KINGS! POONDOCK KINGS! POONDOCK KINGS!

Big Train starts bumbling to his feet as Kaz lines him up

///BAH GAWD RKAZRO STRAIGHT OUTTA THE THICK OF HELL!!!

Big Train hits the mat and bounces right back to his feet, though entirely unaware of what year it is or where DA FAWK he even be!

Kaz jumps to the top rope as Crow delivers the baddest boot right to Big Train's chesticles, doubling him over.

Zach Davis: Dey sizin' dis big boy up!

Kaz leaps off the top with that frontflip mushroom stomp just as Z and Crow drives his head int the mat with a DUBBA BUBBA CURB STOMP!

Zach Davis: GAWD DAMN CALL DA CORONER CAUSE THEY STRAIGHT MURKED DAT NEGRO!

Freddy Whoa: NONE TAKIN' ZAGGRY!

Zach Davis: No offense my NIGGUH!

ZMAC drops down on Big Train as the referee starts the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING!DING!DING!

“Talk Shit, Get Shot” by Body Count starts to play as The Poondock Kings celebrate in the ring.

Zach Davis: Could this be a sign of things to come in Trios?

Freddy Whoa: It's just like Buddy said...the WCF has a real problem on it's metaphorical hands!

Buddy claps The Poondock Kings on from outside the ring since he used all of his strength to roll out of it. Kaz, Crow, and ZMAC all celebrate in the ring as the scene fades out to a Trio's Tournament Vignette.

Trilogy Cup Tournament Finals
Kyle Kemp vs Jared Holmes

Boy! As if we couldn’t see anything else go down tonight. Well, after so many matches of the Trilogy Tournament from Timebomb to Explosion to Aftermath. #BeachKrew not only dominated through the tournament but the legendary stable has officially secured the spot of having the 2016 Trilogy Cup prestige in the clutch of their hands as Kyle Kemp, and the “6ix God” himself, Jared Holmes, are going to be facing each other in the finals.

Zach Davis: Now we are here to a match we’ve been wanting to see. Kyle Kemp against Jared Holmes to finally declare the winner of the 2016 Trilogy Cup Tournament. The winner receives a guaranteed World Championship title shot.

Freddy Whoa: But the funny story here is that both men are brothers in #BeachKrew but they have a World Title shot on the line. So who is going to be holding the flag for #BeachKrew?

Zach Davis: If you thought these two brothers would be cool, you’re wrong. The World Championship is everything they wanted, and now here is a chance to get it.

Kyle Steel stands in his black tuxedo with that forced weird smile on his face. With everything in motion to begin the co-main event, the cameras zoom in on his body.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the winner of the 2016 WCF Trilogy Cup Tournament where the winner will receive a guaranteed WCF World Championship match!

Suddenly, “Better Than You” by Sam Adams blasts out from the surround system of the Air Canada Stadium, and the lights shut off to only produce a dancing choir of blinking golden lights around the audience, and the ring. Kyle Kemp walks out from behind the curtains to center stage fully dressed in his pure white colored basketball shorts, Nike sponsored Jordan kicks, and his black tank top. Looking at the crowd, he smirks until he walks down to the ring mouthing how loudly his triumph over Jared will be.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. Representing #BeachKrew, Kyle Kemp!

Kyle walks around the ring avoiding the fans from even touching his skin. Reaching the commentary side, he sprints alongside the apron until hopping on the edge on knee to slide all the way to the turnbuckles. The lights quickly shut off to only pin points Kemp in the arena with a bright spotlight following him standing on the middle turnbuckle bragging, and boasting that he’s the next World Title contender.

Zach Davis: With pinfalls over Chance von Crank, and Dune, you have to give him respect. He even defeated Grayson Pierce, the contender to face Joey Flash for the World Title next, last week in the main event of Slam 351!

Freddy Whoa: His momentum is strong, and could be enough to defeat Jared but in these dire situations, Jared holds the big match experience over Kyle Kemp so remember that advantage.

Silence is reintroduced into the stadium, and the lights shows every detail in the arena. The audience are doing their best to throw Kyle off his mental game but seeing how this opportunity is too big to miss, he’s pacing back and forth in his corner waiting for Jared to come out.

Crowd: SIX GOD! KYLE KEMP! SIX GOD! KYLE KEMP!

Freddy Whoa: Definitely a divided crowd we have tonight in Canada. Very respectful, and also very critical of who they want to win this match.

As Kyle is preparing, the lights once again completely turns to black. Everyone in the audience is covered in darkness while the only lights sources are the lights from the phones. “No Church in the Wild” by Jay-Z, and Kanye West begin playing from the surround system, and a single spotlight reaches the center stage where Jared Holmes walks out into the spotlight in his yellow tights with his right leg having that body paint of “6ix God” from top to bottom. Normally, he would come out with his girlfriend, Thursday, but he chose to do this alone out of respect for Kyle Kemp. Standing in that spotlight, that diamond encrusted mask was wrapped around his face. Removing the mask, he tosses it aside, and just starts walking forward as golden showers of sparks pours down behind him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Hollywood, California! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is the 2015 Hellmination Survivor, representing #BeachKrew. The “6ix God”, Jared Holmes!

Jared climbs up the steel steps, and walks along the apron to stand on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ring as Kemp looks on after removing his black tank top to throw it to a ringside staff member. They both lock eyes as Jared raises his arms, and the lights blink back to normal permanently showing every detail as before. Kyle shakes his head, and Jared’s eyes mean nothing but assured war in the squared circle.

Crowd: SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD!

After hopping over the top rope, he walks over to an unoccupied corner opposing from Jared. Once the two men are given the approval from the referee they are ready, Kyle Steel leaves the ring, and signals the match to begin.

Ding Ding Ding!

Zach Davis: Here we go! The start of the Trilogy Cup Finals. Jared, and Kyle are circ-- no. They just step into the ring immediately.

Both men are equal on paper except for Kyle who is only two inches taller. Jared, and Kemp are meeting with each other right in the center point of the squared circle, and are mouthing off as to who should just lay down. Their pride are way too high, and egos way too big. Kyle pushes Jared, and the crowd goes in awe from that blatant disrespect. Jared looks away until stepping forward, and pushing Kyle back a few steps. The two men cover their distance, and get into each others faces until Jared is slapped into the face!

Crowd: OOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: Oh! That was not the best thing to do.

Zach Davis: But it worked. He wants to get in his head, and maybe that is a step further to making that accomplishment.

Kyle steps back one step at a time because Jared is uppercutting his chin using his right forearm. Each European Uppercut pushes his opponent into a corner completely cutting him off any chances of getting out of the way. Kyle’s head keeps springing back from the European Uppercuts until a switcharoo is thrown around thus Jared is stuck in the corner being battered in the chest with Backhanded Chops.

Zach Davis: Jesus Christ! Back, and forth, they’re brawling it out!

Leaning into Jared, the right wrist is secured to power Jared straight into the opposing corner. As his back hits against the turnbuckles, Kyle charges into him only to get clotheslined down into the canvas. The impact hurt more than he expected, and so he rolls out of the ring to gather some time to recover. Jared doesn’t want to waste any time, and follows him outside of the ring, delivering multiple clubbing blows into the spine of Kyle keeping him bent over the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: Jared Holmes taking the action outside the ring to Kyle Kemp, and the referee is dropping the count.

Four!

Five!

Kyle manages to duck under a quick forearm strike to drive his left shoulder into the ribs of Jared barging his spine to almost break against the edge of the apron. After hearing that crack, his opponent falls to his knees screaming until being rolled into the ring. Kyle rolls in afterwards, and goes for the quick pin.

One!

Jared kicks out from the pin, and Kyle quickly picks him up to throw some lengths of knees into the ribs. He’s bent over, and Kyle runs back to the ropes for that added velocity to uproot his right knee into the chin of Jared to pummel him down onto the canvas again. Kemp continues to stomp down on his body, digging more weight into his chest to push him down permanently.

Crowd: KEMP! JARED! KEMP! JARED!

Helping him off the mat again, he quickly shoves his head under his right pit until hooking the arm over his neck. Kyle lands him down on the mat with a Snap Suplex then floats over on his chest for a quick pin attempt.

One!

Another kick out, and he argues with the referee. Bullying him mostly that gives his opponent more than enough time to gather his thoughts, and put some offense in.

Freddy Whoa: Kyle getting frustrated has opened the window for Jared to get back on his feet.

Zach Davis: You can’t take your eyes off Jared for even a second.

Jared turns Kyle around, and delivers a quick European Uppercut, rocking him into the ropes. He takes the right wrist, interlocking it with his fingers, and then slaps his chest with the palm of his left hand. Running to the corner, he climbs up the turnbuckles to stand on the top rope before jumping off to land on his back. Thus, adding enough velocity to launch Kyle over him onto his back with an Arm Drag.

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Gotta love the athleticism of Jared Holmes!

Rolling back up to his feet, Kemp charges back into Jared who pushes him into the canvas with a textbook display of a Dropkick. Quickly as both men are standing tall, Jared takes the arm of Kyle, and puts his ass into an unoccupied corner. Completely latched into the turnbuckles, he charges to deliver a very successful Dropkick into his chest that sits him down in the corner.

Zach Davis: Jared Holmes using that Dropkick which is working against Kyle effectively, and now Jared is standing in the opposing corner ready to drop some more damage! Incoming!

Boom! He explodes out of the corner but Kyle was playing possum, that sneaky little Ratchet & Clank. Clutched in his arms, and a very tight squeeze, Jared is flipped over with his back crashing against the tough turnbuckles thus rebounding straight back into his own face. A beautiful Belly to Belly Suplex into the corner.

Crowd: OOOH!

Dragging his body into the center of the ring by his right ankle, he lifts his leg for the pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Jared kicks out although it hurt as hell to even move. First getting barraged into the apron, and now suplexed into the corner? His back was killing him, and you could tell on his face how it was screwed up. Kyle decided to turn him on his chest, and dig his knee pinpointed it deep into his back. Clasping his hands around the chin, he locked in the Modified Camel Clutch.

Freddy Whoa: Camel Clutch with the knee used to add more pressure on the back. Jared is clawing, and yelling from the pain. Will he tap? Will Kyle Kemp be the new number one contender for the WCF World Championship?!

Jared continues to pull that extra weight on top of his back. His teeth grinding, and nails digging through the canvas. Kyle continues to lean back, and try to break the spine as Jared continues dragging both their combined body weight. With that extra kick, he grabs the bottom rope but Kyle doesn’t release it. No chance but the referee starts counting.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Hopping off his body, Kyle demands that the referee stay out of his way when he’s going to work. Jared is clutching the second rope, and rubbing his lower back after getting completely wrenched by Kyle. However, he sits down on the back of Jared, and decided to reapply the Camel Clutch by clasping his hands under his chin, and using the ropes to pull his body apart. Since this is illegal, the referee has to count once again.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Getting off him, he spins around waving his arms out as he’s pleased with his performance. Jared is still leaning against the ropes recovering as quickly as he can.

Freddy Whoa: Jared’s back must be in complete hell. Kyle has been targeting it, and been in complete control from the Belly to Belly Suplex.

Getting back up, Kyle gets back to his feet until Jared ducks over to launch his body right on the outside. However, grabbing the top rope is enough to land his feet on the apron until Jared spins around with his right leg out to meet the end of his foot to kick his head. The impact throws him off the apron, and he rag dolls right onto ringside covering his face from the Spinning Heel Kick. Standing in the center of the ring, he was waiting for Kyle to stand back up who took a few moments. Running back to the ropes, he rebounded to the opposing ones. Diving through the top, and middle ropes to barge his body to Kyle sending both men onto the concrete.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Suicide Dive by Jared Holmes! Both men down on the outside, and the referee beginning his count!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Crowd: LET’S GO JARED! LET’S GO KEMP! LET’S GO JARED! LET’S GO KEMP!

Six!

Seven!

Jared is the first man to get back up, and he drags Kyle into the ring. Now, both men back up. Kyle gets clothesline down into the mat until getting back up again. Another clothesline puts him down on the mat, and once getting back up, he gets picked off the mat, and then slammed down onto his back with a technical Scoop Slam displaying that powerhouse side of Jared Holmes.

Crowd: SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD!

Picking him up again, he whips him into the nearest corner, and Kyle hits his back against the turnbuckles nearly toppling over until being squished with a flying human body, Jared delivering that Stinger Splash! Landing on his feet, Kyle walks forward until tipping forward onto his face. Now that his body is perfectly aligned, and he’s on his back, Jared climbs up to the turnbuckles until reaching the top.

Zach Davis: INCOMING JARED HOLMES!

He leaps backwards, and lands onto Kyle ribcage to ribcage after flipping a Moonsault. Quickly hooking the leg, the referee slides around near them to count the pin.

One!

Two!

Kyle Kemp kicks right out of the pin attempt, and Jared sits up placing an arm around his ribs to really comfort himself especially after all the damage he’s taken in the match. Getting back off his feet, he’s waiting for Kyle to stand on his knees. He charged straight into the ropes, and leaps onto the middle rope to springboard back with a Moonsault until Kyle catches him on his right shoulder.

Crowd: Oooooh!

Using his experience, Jared tried to spin around, and go for a Tornado DDT but Kyle stops him in his tracks by flipping him back in that Shoulder Powerslam before running to the corner to drop his face on top of the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Snake Eyes!

While Jared is walking into the center of the ring, Kyle already sprung off the ropes to grab his head, and spike it down to the mat so hard that he’s standing on his head with a quick DDT. Pushing his body over, he goes for another pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thr--

No! Jared kicks out of the pin fall attempt again. Kyle is sitting on his ass, and almost oozing out hatred from his eyes. Having enough, he holds onto the full set of scalp of Jared’s head, and stands him up. The first Backhand Chop eats away at the flesh of his chest, and Jared covers it with both his arms until European Uppercutting him in the chin. He returns back with a Backhand Chop, and Jared returns with a European Uppercut.

Crowd: JARED HOLMES! KYLE KEMP! JARED HOLMES! KYLE KEMP!

Kyle spins around, and lands a Back Spinning Fist into the head of Jared that turns his back to him thus allowing the element of surprise to leap sideways in the air, and deliver an Enguiziri Kick into the temple of Kyle stinging him back into the ropes. Walking into the center of the ring off the rebound, Jared Superkicks him into the gut so bad, he drops onto his hands and knees winded.

Freddy Whoa: Oh! Oh my god! Superkick! The Cliche Kick! Kemp is down, and he’s ready on the apron to go high in the air.

Kemp is crawling near the ropes, and Jared is standing on the outside holding the top rope with both hands. Once Kemp even stands on his right knee, he hops onto the top rope quickly for Kemp to react by using the last of his energy to even hold onto the legs of Jared before turning around to Flapjack his throat into the top rope.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: SHOW OFF! Kyle managed to grab the legs of Jared, and use that into a Flapjack. Perfect counter to the Dolphin Driver!

Both men down, and severely beaten to the point of their limit. The referee looks at Kyle on his left, and Jared on his right before they continue counting.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Kyle starts getting up by himself, it takes him a while to even stand on those wobbly knees while Jared plants his hands down on the canvas, and puts himself onto his hands, and knees before getting back up. Kyle spins around again, and nails that same back fist onto his cheek that turns him around before flooring Jared on the back of his neck with a Bridged German Suplex.

One!

Two!

Thre--

Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: WHAT MORE CAN JARED TAKE?! I DON’T THINK THIS CAN EVER HAPPEN ANYMORE! IT HAS TO BE IT!

Kyle sits up again, and holds his head. Almost tearing each hair from his scalp. He looks to the turnbuckles, and then back to Jared. Making the decision easily, he gets up from off his ass, and starts climbing up the turnbuckles. The crowd is on their feet as they watch Kyle go up on the top rope until Jared appears out of nowhere pushing his right leg for his family jewels to meet the metal wire.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!

Jared starts climbing up behind him, and starts delivering hammer fist blows onto the back of his head. Before you know it, Kyle elbows him in his throat that toils him onto the apron but he lands on his feet. Using his quickness, he quickly kicks Kyle in the chin that tosses him backwards off the mat to the canvas on his chest before climbing up onto the top rope, and sits down.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no. This is it. He’s waiting for Kyle, and this could be the end of the match! Here we go!
Jared Holmes Ending.

Kyle Kemp barely stands until Jared drops down to the mat digging his head in between his legs, and quickly hopping over into a flipping motion taking him off the mat to piledrive his head with the traditional Canadian Destroyer.

Zach Davis: DOLPHIN DRIVER! DOLPHIN DRIVER!

Freddy Whoa: He’s going for the pin!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winning contestant of the 2016 Trilogy Cup Tournament, and number one contender to the WCF World Championship, Jared Holmes!

Jared lies down on his back, and covers his face after making this far in the match. Finally getting a long awaited World Title shot, the referee helps him back up to his feet before raising his arm up in the air. Kyle is being attended by the referee, and pretty pissed off the opportunity slipped right past him.

Freddy Whoa: Say what you want. Jared Holmes, and Kyle Kemp put it all on the line but Jared ended up as the victor, and newest number one contender to the WCF World Championship.

His music ceases to an end as Kyle is back on his feet, and the two are standing in the ring looking at each other. Jared nods, and applauds Kyle for his tremendous effort, and even extends his hand out for a shake. A little hesitation from Kyle but he accepts the handshake, and even raises his arm to keep that brotherly love, and #BeachKrew respect for each other.

Zach Davis: No matter what, #BeachKrew won. That’s what is most important to them. We’ll be back for the main event.

Corey Black Segment

"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie and camo pants. The crowd is obviously overjoyed, but some have been keeping tabs on Corey's recent attitude, and they don't appreciate it. Corey walks to the ring and slides on in, calling for a mic. One falls from the heavens. Actually a stage hand tossed it. Whichever.

Corey Black: In a few weeks, it'll be mid-May. That means May 13th. On a Friday. Which means XIII. I'm here tonight to announce the card. My card, anyway, there's another event taking place in London before my show in Minneapolis. You should check that out, it's shaping up nicely. Other than the Jayson Price involvement.

Crowd boos mercilessly.

Corey Black: Anyway, my card. Seth Lerch has a match against Oblivion. I have no idea how this happened, but I love watching Seth get beat up, so that's fun. Jeff Purse, that crybaby douchenozzle goes one on one with an even bigger douchenozzle in Torture. Sounds like that match needs a crazy stipulation. Speaking of crazy, the Age of Ultron Match will take place. I honestly have no idea what the hell this means, but the Hardcore, US, and People's Champions will fight under Ultimate Showdown rules. I, myself, will go one on one with Gravedigger. Something I'm not even sure has ever happened. If it did, it was years ago, and the tapes are likely lost. Then in the main event, win or lose tonight, Joey Flash will face a returning legend in Slickie T! There you have it guys, tune in fo-

Corey is cut off by another voice.

Gravedigger: Hold up. Joey Flash and Slickie T are headlining this thing?

Corey Black: Yeah.. why wouldn't they? That's a huge match.

Gravedigger: Because you and I have put more time into this company than everyone else on the card combined, that's why. Hell Corey, it's your own show. Don't be dumb.

Corey Black: The World Title might be on the line, that's the grandest prize. It's the main event. I may be the King of All Wrestlers, The Pantheon, the best this place has ever - and will ever - see, but I know when a match is bigger than even that.

Gravedigger: I'm the main event, you little bitch. I don't sit out here night after night watching these pitiful wrestlers try to beat one another, when I know deep down that I'm the best in the company. And I don't even actively compete anymore.

Corey Black: That's fine and dandy, but you know as well as I do, what we do won't be overshadowed.

Gravedigger: You mean what I do. I'm going to beat you in your own venue, on your own show, in your own match type. Go ahead and pick something. I'll destroy you no matter the cost.

Corey Black: Alright, I will. Until then, sit your ass down and do your job.

Gravedigger: My job? My job is sitting next to Zach and Freddy and pretending to give a shit. This job can shove it.

With that, Gravedigger throws the headset down along with the arena mic he was using. GD walks around the ring, snarling at Corey as he heads up the ramp and to the backstage area. Corey is confused, but he shrugs it off and passes his mic off.

Zach Davis: Did Gravedigger just quit on us?

Freddy Whoa: It would appear so, Zach, it would appear so.

World Title Match
Grayson Pierce vs Joey Flash

Oh yes, the time has finally arrived. Everything that Aftermath has presented has equalled up to this very match on the card. The seven deadly sins, lucky number seven. The seven wars. So much history riding on this match, and to make it even better, the WCF World Championship is on the line. This is the main event, and it is Joey Flash vs Grayson Pierce. Currently in the ring in this sold out Air Canada Centre where over 50,000 fans are seated in their designated seats consciously hungering for the main event to begin. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring with his signature black tuxedo on as he keeps smiling. The crowd is divided in half, they want Grayson to win but somehow want Joey to retain as well.

Crowd: JOEY FLASH! GRAYSON PIERCE! JOEY FLASH! GRAYSON PIERCE!

Freddy Whoa: Ladies, and gentlemen! It has been an honor for the commentary team to provide every bit as detail as we can on the matches we’ve seen. It is time for the most anticipated match of this PPV. The current WCF Tag Team Champion, Grayson Pierce faces off against our current WCF World Champion, Joey Flash!

Zach Davis: And you can expect a great match that may be Match of the Year. So much history between these two, and Grayson Pierce has been desperately clawing his way to become World Champion ever since his loss to Wade Moor at One.

A few moments until the lights slowly dim to nothing. The entire arena is coveted in darkness, and the only sources of light are those illuminating from the phones which are pictured as stars in the night. Drums are beating down through the surround systems of the arena, and the large titantron displays grey colored images of Grayson Pierce preparing backstage for the match. Suddenly, a flash of white, and red colored fireworks pops out from the stage cueing the lights to dance, and flash everywhere they can in red, and white colors.

Grayson Pierce walks out from the back as “Bones” by Young Guns plays out to his Rebellution representative entrance music, and is displaying his graphically customed designed ‘Rebellution’ attire as well. His black denim pants with stripes of red on each side, his fully sized wrestling boots covered in black, and red with his fingerless gloves displaying “New” on his left, and “Champion” on his right. The crowd are screaming for him to go out, and win with all his heart.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO! GRAYSON! GRAYSON! GRAYSON!
He walks down the entrance path, clutching the WCF Tag Team Championship belt right over his left shoulder. Mingling with some of the fans who came to fully support their hero, he even hugs a little girl at the barricade.

Kyle Steel: You can see the fire in Grayson’s eyes as he’s walking around the ring. For so long, the World Championship has slipped from his fingers. This could be his last chance to ever become World Champion.

Freddy Whoa: And what a win this would be in his career. Not only would he be WCF World Tag Team Champion but also WCF World Champion. Both Dual Champions in Rebellution, and finally holding that coveted prize in all of WCF.

Grayson quickly walks up the steel steps before climbing to stand on the middle rope outside of the ring. He takes the end of the belt strap, and raises it high in the air while waving his other hand around his waist to position himself as the new World Champion. Hopping down, he moves through the ropes, and stands in an unoccupied corner as the lights return to brighten the stadium, and his entrance music fades to hear more cheering from the crowd.

Crowd: GRAYSON PIERCE! NEW WORLD CHAMPION! GRAYSON PIERCE!

Zach Davis: Normally, we would have Gravedigger here on commentary to try, and backlash anything I would say but due to a situation happening earlier, he had to be out of action. Thank God.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson currently waiting for his opponent to come out, and the intensity of this suspense is killing everyone.

The lights slowly dims to give more a shadow in the stadium, and the opening guitar riffs are known by every fan who spit out boo’s, and expletives to the entrance stage. “Mile Zero” by Periphery starts jamming from the surround system, and Joey Flash moves from behind the curtains wearing nothing but white shorts, boots, and his wrist tape to cover up his knuckles as he is a world renowned boxer. Joey removes some strands of his hair from out of his face as he has the WCF World Championship belt locked around his waist. He stands on the stage, and stares down at the gold patting it while pointing to Grayson to mock him.

Freddy Whoa: Ladies, and gentlemen. There he is. Our WCF World Champion, Joey Flash, whose defeated Jayson Price at Timebomb, and then defended against Wade Moor at Explosion. Tonight, this marks his second defense of the champion against Grayson Pierce.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Grayson stands in his corner not even taking an eye off the belt as Joey avoids some of the fans trying to touch him as he walks down the entrance path. Unstrapping the belt, he holds it high with both hands as he circles the ring mouthing off to each and every fan behind the barricade.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Before he walks up the steel steps, he continues circling the ring raising that belt high as the lights once again brighten the entrance arena displaying everyone in the crowd. After circling the ring twice, he walks up the steel steps, and moves through the ropes to stand in the corner opposing from Grayson. The two lock eyes with each other, and now the music fades for Kyle to begin. When he speaks, the only thing that the lights are displaying are the two competitors in the ring.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen. After three hours of five-star wrestling, it’s time for the MAIN EVENT OF AFTERMATH! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Wrestling Championship Federation World Championship!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Centereach, New York! At six feet, one inch tall. Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, representing Rebellution, Grayson Pierce!!

Grayson steps out of his corner raising his WCF Tag Team Championship belt high in his right hand. His face doesn’t move nor does the eye contact even break. Joey leans back in his corner waving him off with that sly little smirk from ear to ear.

Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Bronx, New York! At six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED WCF CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Joey Flash!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Joey takes the strap in both hands, and hoists the belt as high as he can for the world to see as he steps into the center of the ring. The arena brightens permanently, and they are asked to meet into the center of the ring as Grayson already handed his belt to a ringside member. After being given the rules, they back up to their own corners, and the referee hoists the belt high showing to the camera.

Zach Davis: This is it! The match everyone has waited to see, and finally. It begins right here, right now!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

Grayson, and Joey flash both leave their corners on perfect time. The crowd is completely raving, and acting belligerent for action to happen. Using his footwork from experience in boxing, Joey switches more into southpaw as his feet glides around the ring while Grayson is side stepping tightening the straps on his MMA gloves.

Freddy Whoa: Right now, we’re going into that feeling out process. Both men are very technical, and equal on paper in height, weight, and reach. Joey possesses that World Class Boxing background as Grayson is more of a grappler.

Zach Davis: So the keys to victory for Grayson are to get inside, and use lots of chain wrestling while Joey needs to use that reach, and strikes to keep him on the outside.

Once they get close in the center of the ring, Joey goes for an overhand right but Grayson ducks under, and backs up. An awe of woah’s rain down into the ring as Grayson smiles at Joey wagging his finger to tell him not to get so close. They continue to circle the ring, and eventually step to the center once again for Grayson to quickly establish the collar, and elbow clinch to avoid Joey getting any his punches in so early. So now, it’s a test of strength although no one is moving, not even an inch.

Zach Davis: Look at that. They’re so equal when it comes to the test of strength. Joey’s pushing in all he has but Grayson is doing the same. Two incredible forces reaching a stalemate.

Joey is pushed back a few steps until he pushes Grayson back a few steps. They continue to go into that struggle of who will cave in until they decide to break off from each other. Both men staring deep into each other's eyes, and they circle the ring once again to build that warm up. They quickly return back to that collar, and elbow tie up. Joey is the first one to instigate the submissions as he quickly douses his opponent’s head into the Side Headlock. Sweeping his leg off the mat, he flips him over onto his back while applying the submission to put great pressure on Grayson’s head.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The referee checks on Grayson but Joey keeps mouthing off to the audience, and even nudging Grayson’s head to rub it in how he’s out grappling the technician. Not until his legs are reeled in to clasp around the throat of Grayson to pull him onto his back in the Scissors Choke.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson with a textbook grappling counter to the Side Headlock. Using his legs with dexterity to pull him into the choke hold. How will Joey respond?

Every second, a breath of air is being blockaded from coming out of his opponent. Grayson turns on his side, adding more torque to squeezing him to death. Joey knowing where he’s at, he switches his body around to stand on his knees before popping his head out. He goes for a quick jab but his opponent rolls backwards onto one knee as Joey just laughs for even making him twitch from raising his arm.

Crowd: LET’S GO GRAYSON! JOEY FLASH! LET’S GO GRAYSON! JOEY FLASH!

Freddy Whoa: Grayson has to be very careful. Joey is an incredible striker in boxing. Don’t let him get close or you can kiss your chin goodbye.

Zach Davis: Right.

Both men standing, and Joey takes it upon himself to demand a test of strength. Grayson obliges, and then both hands are locked. They push forward with leaning their body weight onto each other. Grayson decides to take his right arm, and wrench it over his head to twist down onto the ligaments. Adding more torque, he twists upwards the wrist from the side, and. Joey bends down, suffering pain from Grayson adding in the wrist lock until he ducks under the right arm, and contorts that same into a Hammerlock from behind. Pushing it upwards, he slaps his own arm until Grayson drops down onto his knee throwing Joey over him face first into the mat.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Grayson quickly throwing him over with a modified Snapmare!

Once Joey gets back onto his feet, Grayson pushes him into the ropes until stepping back to throw him into the ropes. Off the rebound, Joey shoulder barges him down onto the canvas, and then runs to the ropes side of him. Rebounding, his opponent switches over onto his chest in a futile attempt to trip him but Joey hops over him, and continues his path to the ropes. Another bounce of the ropes, Grayson steps up, and leap frogs over him to his feet. Finally when both meet return to each other, Grayson ducks under a right cross, and quickly takes that arm to flip him down onto the mat with an Arm Drag.

Fredy Whoa: Arm Drag by Grayson Pierce!

Getting up again, Grayson Arm Drags him down into the canvas again. Finally, Joey tries to do a left cross until Grayson hooks that arm before spinning around to the right to pull him over his body into the canvas. Utilizing that same arm, he stands on his knees to keep him pinned down on his the mat.

One!

Joey kicks out, and quickly rolls into a corner by himself to go up to his feet. Following him in the corner, Grayson helps him to stand at his feet. Lighting his chest up with multiple Knife Edge Chops that causes his arms to flail.

Crowd: WOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Knife Edge Chops, shades of Ric Flair! Joey’s chest is turning red!

Another Knife Edge Chops strikes Joey deep into the lungs, and he caves in when he sits down on the middle turnbuckle to even catch his breath. He leans into Joey, and steps back to launch his body into the opposing corner. Slamming his back into the turnbuckles, he is temporarily disoriented until he sees Grayson charging right at him. Moving out of the way from the last second, Grayson slams his chest into the turnbuckles that propels him back to be clotheslined face first into the mat from Joey who nailed him from behind.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Joey quickly drags him away from the ropes, and gets his first pin attempt on Grayson.

One!

Of course, Grayson kicks out. Expected as much as Joey decides to go to work. He quickly helps Grayson back up, and delivers a right jab straight into the chin of his opponent. Two more right jabs followed by a left cross that puts him on wobbly legs. Ending the striking, he kicks Grayson into the ribs before shoving his head under his pit, and moving his arm over his neck for a Snap Suplex.

Zach Davis: A boxing combination followed by a Snap Suplex from the World Champion. A quick pin attempt.

One!

An early kick-out, and Joey expected. The caliber of this match is gonna be intense so don’t expect an early finish. Joey yet helps him back up to his feet once again, and pummels his gut with a vicious left jab into the rib cage again. Before you know it, a swift uppercut into the ribs that bends him over his right arm. Joey grabs a handful of his hair, and drags him into a corner to focus his boxing combinations. The referee has no choice but to begin the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Off hearing the last count, Joey backs up with his hands raised to show no hard feelings. Once he steps up to Grayson, his chest keeps getting lit up with multiple Knife Edge Chops.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce is fighting back after taking so many punches into the body, and the chin.

That is before Joey up roots his right knee into the ribs to stop Grayson in his tracks. With him bent over, he clubs him down onto his face followed by a few stomps onto the back. Now even though Joey is a boxer, he is a master of submissions. While Grayson is standing on his hands, and knees, Joey quickly takes the arm, and out stretches it while standing on his right knee in an Elevated Arm Lock submission hold.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Grayson is denying the referee any chance to even call the match thanks to his fighting spirit, and he continues to stand back up on the mat for the opportunity to quickly elbow him into the side of his face. That elbow pushed him back so hard, he needed to recover at the ropes. Seeing the opportunity, Grayson charges to him stunned at the ropes. Joey quickly ducks his shoulder into the ribs to toss him over but his opponent catches his landing on the apron. Once Joey turns around, he gets forearmed into the same cheek knocking him back.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce making his landing on the apron, and now looking to go high!

Zach Davis: Wait, Joey charges back into him again!

Before Joey gets another strike in, his ribs are shoulder barged from Grayson who goes in between the ropes. Bent over, Grayson pulls himself over the top rope, and rolls off the back off Joey to be behind him giving him enough time to Back Suplex him down onto the mat.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rising up from off the mat, he quickly helped Joey off the mat before tossing him into the ropes again. Off the rebound, Joey gets Dropkicked right down into the mat, and now he’s going for the pin again.

One!

Tw-

A quick kickouts, and Grayson yells out in anger wanting to win the World Championship so bad. Grayson gets up slower than he did before, the strikes to his gut has really taken a toll. Joey manages to roll outside the ring, and the referee begins his count.

One!

Grayson following him outside the ring, and quickly helps Joey up to his feet. A few chops into his chest before holding his right arm to throw him into the barricade. Unfortunately, Joey spins around, and Grayson is launched back first into the barricade where his body flips over onto his chest.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Zach Davis: Grayson’s back just took a brutal crash down into the barricade. Joey Flash is already inside the ring, and the count is still going!

Seven!

He’s clawing down on the ringside mat, and barely reaching the apron. Finger tips touching the edge to drag him onto his knees.

Eight!

Nine!

He rolls down into the ring, and Joey pushes the referee aside to turn Grayson onto his back, and mount him to deliver multiple punches into the face with vicious Ground, and Pound.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Joey taking out his frustrations down on Grayson, and is losing his mind!

Picking him up again, he quickly turns him around for another Back Suplex attempt but Grayson rolls over his shoulder to flip back onto his feet. Quickly throwing him down into the mat with a clothesline. When Joey gets back up again, he is floored into the mat with another clothesline again. The third, and final clothesline doesn’t meet its end with Joey ducking under the arm, and trying to go for a Neckbreaker but Grayson switches around to deliver a Seated Neck Plant down onto the mat!

Crowd: OH!

A quick pin attempt is made.

One!

Tw-

Joey kicks out after getting barraged with grappling. He is lying down on his side, clutching the back of his head in pain. Grayson decides to stomp down on him a few times before looking right up at the top rope to see an opportunity.

Crowd: MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT!

Grayson nods with the crowd, and marches over to the corner to start climbing up onto the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson is looking to fly high, and hit that signature Moonsault. Joey Flash is down on the mat, and barely even moving.

Zach Davis: No he isn’t, he’s playing possum!

Once positioned, Joey gets up, and runs to the corner to grab him by the leg, and trip him off but Grayson kicks him in the nose to push him back down into the canvas. Quickly reacitng, Joey gets back up, and shoves his hands into the back of Grayson to launch him from off the top rope to land chest first onto the ringside mat.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: Joey Flash with that sick mentality as he shoved Grayson from off the top rope right down into the ringside mat!

Rolling over onto his back, he is coughing out as much air as he got winded from the landing. The referee begins counting, and there’s no movement.

One!

Two!

Three!

Suddenly, Joey gets an enticing idea in his head to leave the ring, and go after Grayson. Dragging his dead carcass to the announce table to sit him up, and deliver brutal Roundhouse kicks into the rib cage of Grayson. Every kick makes him lose more air, and air. The count has to be restarted again.

One!

Two!

Freddy Whoa: Joey could have let Grayson be counted out but now he’s going after him? What does he have in--

Three!

Joey quickly tears off the top of the announce table, and removes the television screens inside. He quickly puts Grayson on top of the announce table, and then follows him on it.

Zach Davis: Oh no, he’s not thinking what I am thinking. Joey, think about this. Don’t do this Joey!

Picking up Grayson while the count has reached five, the referee is pausing the count to demand them back in the ring. He fires back with a few forearms into the ribs of Joey to weaken the hold until Joey delivers a good knee right up into the ribs. Bending Grayson down, he places his head right into his own pit to go for a Suplex but Grayson is doing everything he can to halt.

Freddy Whoa: I hope our spanish announcing team better move out of the way. You don’t know what could happen in these situations!

He slips out of the Suplex, and quickly tries for a Rolling Elbow but Joey ducks under it, and nails him with a Roundhouse Kick that temporarily pushes him back to the edge of the announce table where he’s almost falling of the edge.

Crowd: NOOOOO! NOOOO!

Zach Davis: Oh my god! Grayson watch--

Grayson explodes into a sudden sprint to Spear Joey into the ribs, and off the announce table crashing straight through the second one creating a chaotic ruckus of bodies, and broken equipment.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Freddy Whoa: GRAYSON PIERCE JUST SPEARED JOEY FLASH AFTER GETTING HIT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK INTO THE SKULL! OH MY GOD, THEY WON’T STOP!

Medical team, and the referee definitely come to the aid of Joey, and Grayson who are breathing very heavy, and are barely even moving. After all of that, Grayson is the one that rolls over onto his chest to stand on his hands, and knees. He crawls over to the steel steps to drag himself up back onto his feet before limping over to Joey to drag his dead carcass into the ring barely. The referee slides in to quickly count the pin Grayson has made.

One!

Two!

Thre--

Joey puts a shoulder up, stopping the pin attempt immediately.

Zach Davis: How?! How?! How is this even possible?! How could he kick out after getting Speared into an Announce Table?!

Rolling off from the pin, the referee has no choice but to count them for a no contest unless they both manage to get up.

One!

Two!

Three!

Crowd: GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

Four!

Five!

Zach Davis: Oh this is it. Their bodies are too broken, and they can barely even get up.

Six!

Seven!

Joey rolls onto his side, and Grayson uses the ropes to help himself up barely. Once they manage to get back up on the mat. It’s time for overdrive. Joey steps forward, and delivers a right jab into his chin.

Crowd: BOOOO!

After getting jabbed, Grayson returns with a Knife Edge Chop into his chest.

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!

Joey returns once again with a Right Jab.

Crowd: BOOOOO!

Grayson decides to Knife him in the chest again.

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAHHHH!

Putting their heads together, they scream, and yell. Right then, they hold onto each other before just wailing their forearms, and fists into each other skull.

Freddy Whoa: THEY’RE KILLING EACH OTHER, AND NEITHER MEN IS GOING DOWN!

Their arms start to slow down as they continue to just wail on each other’s faces until out of nowhere, their speed is picked back up. Each of them deliver that final blow that stuns them for a moment until Joey switches around to try, and German Suplex but Grayson slaps the arms off him, and quickly spins around to Superkick him into the jaw.

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!

That Superkick gives him the opportunity to launch Joey straight down into the corner, and when Joey hits his back against the turnbuckles, he gets Splashed in the corner that rolls him down onto his back.

Freddy Whoa: CORNER SPLASH! SHADES OF STING, AND GRAYSON IS GOING UP TO!

Planted onto the top rope, he leaps backwards to flip into another Picture Perfect Moonsault to deliver his body weight into the ribs of Joey Flash for a pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Thre-

Joey kicks out of the Picture Perfect Moonsault landing, and rolls onto his side while Grayson is on his back contemplating what could he actually do to put this match to an end.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Freddy Whoa: We cannot tell you how much of this match is important. The World Championship is on the line, and Joey does not want to lose this!

Joey is crawling to the ropes, slithering like a snake on his chest. Grayson can barely stand, his knees wobbly, his stomach pure red, and a bulge under his eye from the boxing. Not to mention, Joey’s chest is lit up red with welts covering it, and his ribs also in pain. He grabs onto the bottom rope before holding the top rope to bring him back to his feet. Stepping back, Grayson holds his hands under his chin.

Zach Davis: GOD’S PARA-- NO! JOEY PULLS IN A SLEEPER HOLD!

Right. Joey managed to move around Grayson, and lock his arms in a Rear Naked Choke. The crowd is urging for Grayson not to give up but with the squeeze, he just falls down onto his knees. No air circulating as it’s cut off, and Grayson falls down on his right knee as Joey leans over him to continue the squeeze. Suddenly, Grayson stands back up trying to fight it but that burst of energy is cut off as he goes down onto both knees.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson’s down on both knees, and Joey is putting everything he has into that Rear Naked Choke! Is he going to sleep?!

A desperate move but Grayson hops up to hold Joey’s chin on top of his head. He sits down, and smacks his chin off his head which removes the Rear Naked Choke. However, Joey snaps back into reality, and locks in a Sleeper Hold before deadlifting Grayson off the canvas, and throwing him back spiking his opponent onto the top of his head, rendering him completely immobile.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: SLEEPER HOLD SUPLEX! SLEEPER HOLD SUPLEX! HE’S OUT, GRAYSON IS OUT COLD!

Joey quickly drags himself on top of Grayson’s chest, and pulls his leg for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three-

Freddy Whoa: ROPE-BREAK!

The referee managed to call the rope break before declaring Joey as the winner. He doesn’t know how but that ankle was right on the edge of the bottom rope as Grayson really positioned himself near the ropes. Joey rolls off, and stands on his knees punching down on the canvas as he cannot afford to lose the greatest championship honor in the history of Professional Wrestling.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAPX5* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAPX5* THIS IS AWESOME!

Both men down on the canvas again, and Joey is looking at Grayson who rolls into the center of the ring. He looks back, and forth between him, and the corner. In times like these, you have to use everything at your disposal.

Freddy Whoa: No, Joey doesn’t climb turnbuckles. He’s not thinking. My god, he’s going to do it.

Zach Davis: When the World Championship is on the line, it’s ALL or NOTHING.

Joey quickly leaves through the ropes to walk along the apron. He’s hesitant about this, and really has never done this before but when he sees the body of Grayson, it’s finally made. He starts climbing up to the top rope, taking his sweet time to get positioned right. Those little moments of doubting himself allowed Grayson to push himself even harder, and drag his own lifeless body to the corner. Joey watches Grayson stand on his knees in the corner, delivering punches straight on the top of his head. Everything goes when Grayson stands up, and digs his thumbs deep into the eyes of Joey that temporarily disorients him from any movement.

Freddy Whoa: Grayson raking the eyes, and now he’s going up top. He’s getting him into a suplex, and oh my god. Oh my god. Watch out, INCOMING!!!

Grayson lifts Joey’s body from off the top turnbuckle, and slams both their bodies with a SUPERPLEX!

Crowd: OOOOOOH!

It doesn’t stop there, he rolls over Joey’s back with the momentum to pull them both up into a Suplex position lifting him off the mat before Joey drops down behind him, and wraps his arm around his waist to lift him as high as he can before bending backwards into a bridge to drop him down on the back of his head.

Freddy Whoa: ITALIAN SUPLEX! THE LIGHTNING BOLT! JOEY HAS HIM PINNED DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH THE BRIDGE!

One!

Two!

Three-

A huge kick out from Grayson pulls him onto his chest, and Joey just lies there on his side with his jaw opened in complete awe that his opponent even survived that onslaught.

Zach Davis: I can’t believe this. I thought that was it-- how? What? Is...I…?

No words can be spoken even from the referee. Everyone inside the arena is completely in shock. Joey is breathing heavily, and looking up to the ceiling for any more ideas. He presses his hands against the mat, and drags himself on top of Joey to go into that mount position again. More fists, and more fists into the skull that eventually opens up a gash under the right eye of Grayson. The blood starts pouring, and the referee shoves him off as he’s done more than enough.

Freddy Whoa: Now he’s bleeding, and bleeding very heavily.

Getting off him, he stands back into the ropes, and leans against them to gather some breath. Grayson is barely getting up off the mat, blood covering almost the bottom half of his face. He looks ahead towards the ropes, and quickly uses them to keep standing off the mat.

Zach Davis: This is it, JOEY IS READY!

When Grayson turns around, Joey tries to quickly go for a quick Sudden Flash with an overhead right but Grayson shoots behind him. He quickly pulls his chin under the chin of Flash to pull his knees back to literally break the back of Joey over his knees.

Zach Davis: GOD’S PARADOX!

Flipping him over onto his back, he rolls over with his feet onto the back of his knees, and grabbing his arms from over head to rock him off the mat, and hoists him in the Modified Elevated Surfboard!

Freddy Whoa: VICTORY MARCH SUBMISSION! COULD THIS BE IT! IS THIS IT?!

Flash is struggling to even stay alive, and now when he continued to fight against the submission, the referee is asking if he wants to give up. His entire body contorting, and he couldn’t believe he was in this position. Joey manages to do the unthinkable, he starts fighting against the balance positioning his body left, and right to drop to the mat. Losing control, Joey throws his body back to break out from the submission back onto his feet.

Freddy Whoa: HE GOT OUT! HE GOT OUT! THEY’RE BOTH BACK UP!

Grayson quickly gets onto his feet, and then-

CROWD PLUS COMMENTATORS: ZUUUWWWWWAAAAARRRRDDDOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: GRAYSON PIERCE JUST FLEW ONE HUNDRED FEET IN THE AIR, AND LANDED ON HIS NECK!

Zach Davis: HERE’S THE PIN!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STIIIIIIILLLL your WCF World Champion, Joey Flash!

Grayson Pierce is checked on by the referee while Joey takes a moment to be handed the WCF World Championship belt. From the entrance, Jared Holmes, and Andre Aquarius walks out from the back down to the ring to enter, and help Joey Flash back onto his feet.

Zach Davis: Oh my god. Joey Flash makes another defense, and what the hell are those two doing in the ring?

Jared, and Andre removed their hoodies to reveal their brand new shirts, and even giving one to Joey who raises it high. On the shirts read ‘DRG: “Dag Riddik Gang”.

Freddy Whoa: Well this is it. A great match, and completely loved it. Grayson Pierce lost nothing, he went down as a true warrior, and now Joey is STILL the World Champion who officially has announced his Trios Team. The Dag Riddik Gang.

Gravedigger: We're going to the Trios Cup Tournament! Joey Flash has Jared Holmes waiting for his World Title shot! And now they/re teammates!?

Zach Davis: Thank you, and join us for Slam next week for the literal...Aftermath.

The show fades to black.

Table of Contents

Aftermath Intro

Cathy Fitch/James Chevalie/ Jericho Scrawl/CIA Guy vs Richie Shag/Tomohawk/Bad News Benson/Snake Venom

Andrew Marx/CJ Phoenix/Caleb Ronan vs Andre Holmes/Occulo/Justin Sane

Bonnie Blue/Crystal vs Andre Aquarius/Dustin Beaver vs KL Henson/Benjamin Atreyu

Oblivion Segmenta

International Title Last Man Standing Match: Cormack MacNeill vs Dag Riddik

K.L. Henson Segment

Logan/Zombie McMorris/Shadowlove vs Teo Del Sol/Freezer Burn/Eddie Felt

Television Title Match: Johnny Rabid vs Tiffany White

United States Title Match: Steve Orbit vs Ethan King vs Mikey eXtreme

Sarah Twilight vs The Polar Phantasm

Poondock Kings Segment

Trilogy Cup Tournament Match: Kyle Kemp vs Jared Holmes

Corey Black Segment

World Title Match: Grayson Pierce vs Joey Flash

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Johnny Rabid
Match:
Steve Orbit vs Ethan King vs Mikey eXtreme
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Hardcore:
Andre Holmes
Television:
Tiffany White
United States:
Mikey eXtreme
Peoples:
Teo Del Sol
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
Grayson Pierce/Andre Holmes
Trios:
Vacant
International:
Dag Riddik
Cruiserweight:
Vacant