06/24/2012


Blast Intro

I Love It by Icona Pop hits and as soon as the fans are over the bizarre choice of music for a wrestling show they begin cheering! We go to Zach and Shannan.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Blast! Very exciting show here tonight, I can tell you that.

Shannan Lerch: God, yes. Huge main event. Jonny Fly's World Title is on the line in a situation he's never encountered before: a main event Pay Per View match with three challengers.

Zach Davis: We've seen Jonny overcome in singles matches, time and time again. But in this match, he can lose his belt without being pinned or being made to submit. This is a whole different beast.

Shannan Lerch: When the match was made, each competitor represented a different faction. However, there was a major shift when the Team of Treachery joined with the Darkside. Now, both FPV and Gravedigger are allies, leaving Oblivion and Fly no one to rely on but themselves.

Zach Davis: While I'm sure FPV and Gravedigger will be making sure that one of them walks out with the belt, I also know that both of them want to be the Darkside of Treachery member that gets the win. So we'll just see how this plays out. In many ways, this is Jonny Fly's biggest challenge to date.

Shannan Lerch: VERY important United States Title match. Nathan von Liebert and Jeff Purse go one on one... with Nightmare on the line.

Zach Davis: Since their arrival in WCF, Purse and NvL have been fated to collide. They met at One in a Triple Threat match as part of a tournament that NvL would go on to win. And in recent weeks Purse has really come into his own, joining with Pantheon and winning the US Title.

Shannan Lerch: Which partially lead to this match. A few weeks ago, Kid Phantasm and Nathan von Liebert fought... and Kid punted Nathan's pet rat. How would a man like NvL respond? Oh, I don't know, by joining with two men as psychopathic as he is and kidnapping Kid's girlfriend. Who is also fairly crazy herself, but whatever.

Zach Davis: I'm VERY uncomfortable with that whole situation. If Purse can win tonight, NvL has promised to return Nightmare. I'm not objective; I'm pulling for Purse to win this.

Shannan Lerch: Speaking of Kid, he's defending his People's Title against the Scoutmaster himself, Stuart Slane.

Zach Davis: Knowing Kid, I think he'd rather be more involved in rescuing his kidnapped girlfriend, but... that's Seth's booking for you, I guess.

Shannan Lerch: We've got the match we've been waiting for... ADAM YOUNG IS GOING TO BREAK COREY BLACK'S NECK!

Zach Davis: Um... maybe. Well, yeah. Damn. Corey Black. They're competing in a Dogpound Match, which IS Adam's specialty.

Shannan Lerch: Once Corey lost the World Title, it was thought that he wouldn't be back in a WCF ring until One. Then after months of feuding online, finally Adam Young and Corey Black came to terms on a match. And then, to the chagrin of everybody, he decided to stick his nose where it didn't belong and join Pantheon last week!

Zach Davis: Yeahhh that was a surprise if I've ever seen one. Pantheon and the Darkside of Treachery continue to attempt to one up another. It makes sense, though, Corey Black has been an enemy of both Logan and Gravedigger for the past decade. So, y'know.

Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight and Ayria Adams have departed from the company, and their Tag Titles have been vacated. The winners of the Trios Cup Tournament, Johnny Reb and Kira Sakazaki, are getting their Tag Team Titles shot... but also in the match are Bishop and Priest and Ryan Blake and Michael Santiago, from The Alliance.

Zach Davis: Not only that, but earlier in the week, Seth made it a ladder match! That is going to be damn exciting.

Shannan Lerch: All month, Steve Orbit and Odin Balfore have been going back and forth, the feud really beginning when Orbit got DQed, losing his TV Title to Balfore. But tonight we'll see them wrestle in a No DQ match, so that won't be happening again. This should be a classic.

Zach Davis: Ever since they came to WCF, Gein Spector has been tormenting Waylon Cash. Eventually, Gein joined up with Benjamin Atreyu, forming Future Gods Inc. and tipping the "making life a living hell" odds in their favor.

Shannan Lerch: So Waylon Cash went out and found some friends... Johnny Reb and Doc Henry. Southern pride runs deep. Johnny is, of course, busy tonight, so Henry is teaming with Cash to take on the Future Gods.

Zach Davis: We've got a big singles match between Famine of the Vile, from Monsters, Inc., and Logan, the leader of the "Treachery" part of the Darkside of Treachery.

Shannan Lerch: After Logan practically gave up in his match against Fly, it'll be interesting to see how he does in this singles match.

Zach Davis: Internet Title is on the line in what is going to be a very interesting matchup. The competitors of the Internet Title division have often talked shit on one another, but tonight, Johnny Stylez defends against Hunter Valentyne, his tag partner and friend!

Shannan Lerch: I don't mind saying, both of these men have huge egos. And a belt is on the line. We'll see if the egos get in the way of that friendship.

Zach Davis: Jay Williams goes one on one with Apathy. We expected to see a Williams versus Twilight match eventually, but he's got Apathy instead. Of those two women, I'm not sure which one was crazier!

Shannan Lerch: Nor I. Either way, Apathy won last week and she's a talented individual, finally getting a high profile match on PPV against a former World Champ. Can she take this opportunity and run with it?

Zach Davis: Lastly, in our opener, Kale Windsor makes his debut against the likes of Sweetdaddy, Terry Roberts, Tommy Kain, and Joel Hall. Big match, five men, only one victor.

Shannan Lerch: Let's get started!

Sweetdaddy vs Terry Roberts vs Tommy Kain vs Joel Hall vs Kale Windsor

“Back Then” by Mike Jones blairs through the arena’s PA system. We see Sweetdaddy and his hoes walk out on stage. As Soon as Sweetdaddy’s feet hit the end of the stage, he does a little jiggle and red pyro shoots off of the stage. Him and his hoe’s walk down the ramp. Sweetdaddy is jiving all the way down as his hoes follow him. He walks up the ring stairs and he waits for his hoe’s to do so. They get up on the apron and they hold down the top rope for Sweetdaddy to cross over. He gets in the ring and starts dancing a little. while his hoe’s stand on the outside of the ring.

"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits the speakers as Terry Roberts makes his way through the crowd. He hops over the guardrail and walks over to the ring steps. He climbs them, steps onto the apron and looks around at the crowd before tilting his head back and blowing a fireball into the air. He then enters the ring as his music fades out.

"Still Counting" by Volbeat hits the speakers as Tommy Kain makes his way down to the ring with a signature bottle of Evan Williams (Because Jack Daniels is for rednecks.) He gives the crowd a smirk that just screams, "Damn I know I'm better than you." Finally making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and sitting in one of the corners taking a drink or two from his pre-match bottle of booze.

American Capitalist by Five Finger Death Punch is blasted through the arena. After the intro of the song is finished, the pyro starts blasting out everywhere in the arena. The ramps, the stage, the ring, titantron, everything in the arena. Coming out from backstage is Joel Hall. The crowd starts to cheer for his arrival. He walks down the ramp and jumps on the canvas. Then, he rolls into the ring and looks at the crowd. He gives the devil horns sign.

"Trapt" by Headstrong starts playing and the lights strobe as Kale Windsor steps out on the stage at the top of the ramp. Kale stands there for a moment, as if he's taking in all of the love in the area {he pays no mind to the boos, for he feels everyone loves him}. He casually walks down the rampway towards the ring. Once at the ring he slides in under the ropes. He then stands in the middle of the ring as if he's king of the world while each ring post pops with pyros.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Shannan Lerch: And here we go!

At the sound of the bell everyone charges at each other except for Windsor, who slides out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Looks like Windsor is going to let the others wear each other out.

Sweetdaddy and Tommy Kain are exchanging shots, with Sweedaddy getting the better of the exchange. Likewise Terry Roberts is getting the better of Joel Hall. Both Sweetdaddy and Terry work Hall and Kain into opposite corners. They both look over their shoulders and nod. Simultaneously they whip Kain and Hall toward the center of the ring. But Kain and Hall both counter at the same time, and Sweetdaddy and Roberts collide. Both big men hit the mat as Windsor slides into the ring behind Kain. Kain never sees it coming as Windsor tries for the schoolboy.

O-

The referee doesn't even get to a one count before Kain kicks out. Kain back up to his feet and Windsor quickly rolls back out of the ring. Kain climbs out onto the apron and Windsor takes off around the ring. Kain gives chase. Hall exits the ring and is lying in wait for Windor to round the corner. Windsor comes around the corner, sees Hall at the last moment and ducks a clothesline attempt which ends up hitting Kain. Hall back up to his feet but Windsor quickly grabs him from behind and drops him with an inverted DDT.

Zach Davis: And Kale Windsor's tactics are paying off it seems!

With a grin on his face Windsor rolls into the ring and looks over the ropes at the downed Hall and Kain. However he's failed to remember that Sweetdaddy and Roberts are still in this match. Sweetdaddy spins Windsor around and shoots him into the ropes. Windsor comes back and Sweetdaddy levels him with a shoulder tackle to the gut. As Windsor rolls on the mat trying to get his breath back, Terry Roberts is on Sweetdaddy, pummeling him with blows to the head to keep him down on the mat.

Shannan Lerch: Sound strategy by Roberts. The big powerhouse can't do much if he's on his back.

Zach Davis: Yet you do your best work from that position.

Shannan Lerch: Shut up Zach.

Outside of the ring Kain and Hall are going at it by the barricade. Hall blocks a punch from Kain and catches him with a knee to the gut. Hall now grabbing Kain by the back of the head and he slams him face first into the barricade. Kain is dazed and Hall does it a second time. And then a third time. Kain looks wobbily as Hall grabs him and drops him with a ddt.

Zach Davis: Kain might be out but it's not going to mean anything if Hall can't get him into the ring.

Back in the ring Roberts has gotten Sweetdaddy onto his back and has the leg hooked.

ON-

And Sweetdaddy kicks out with authority before the one count. Sweetdaddy tries to sit up but from out of nowhere Windsor kicks him square in the face. Windsor now with the pin attempt.

ONE!

T-

And this time it's Joel Hall breaking up the pin attempt. Hall has no time to build on his momentum however as Roberts catches him with a forearm to the back the second he gets on his feet. Roberts with a few more shots to the back before he picks Hall up and dumps him over the top rope onto Kain, who was just starting to get back up. Back in the ring Windsor has rolled out onto the apron to catch his breath as Roberts pulls Sweetdaddy to his feet. Roberts with a headlock on the big man.

Shannan Lerch: I don't know if Terry wants to try and overpower the big man.

Sweetdaddy starts to fight back with a few elbows to the midsection but Roberts maintains the hold and torques the neck harder.

Zach Davis: Wrong again Shannan, it's working perfectly.

On the outside of the ring Kain and Hall are going at it once again. Hall tries to whip Kain into the barricade but Kain counters and hits a drop toe hold, sending Hall bouncing jaw first off the ring steps.

Shannan Lerch: OUCH!

Hall is out on the ground as Kain leans against the apron, catching his breath. Back in the ring Roberts still has the headlock applied as Sweetdaddy continues to try and fight out of it. On the apron Windsor jumps up onto the ropes and springboards into the ring with a dropkick. Roberts releases the hold and pushes Sweetdaddy right into it. Windsor connects and Sweetdaddy hits the mat. Windsor springs back up to his feet but Roberts spins him around and spits Green Mist into his eyes. Windsor stumbles around screaming out in pain and Roberts grabs him before hitting the Dragonslayer.

Zach Davis: DRAGONSLAYER!

As the referee checks on Windsor, Kain slides into the ring and runs straight at Roberts before kicking him in the back of the head. Roberts releases the hold and tries to get up but Kain quickly nails him with the Kneeling While I intoxicated. Sweetdaddy is stirring and starts to sit up when Kain hits him with the KWI as well. Kain celebrates in the center of the ring rather than go for the pinfall.

Shannan Lerch: GO FOR THE PIN YOU IDIOT!

Kain finally drops on top of Sweetdaddy for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

And Sweetdaddy gets the shoulder up. Frantically Kain scrambles over to Roberts and tries for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

T-

And Roberts gets his shouder up. Kain up to his feet now, waiting for one of them to move. He never sees Windsor, his eyes still green, get up behind him. Windsor spins him around and plants him with the 90210.

Zach Davis: SWINGING NECKBREAKER! THIS COULD BE IT!

Windsor with the pin attempt.

ONE!

From out of nowhere Joel Hall, busted up bloody mouth and all, hops up on the apron.

TWO!

Hall springboards over the top rope with a leg drop...

THR-

AND HE BREAKS UP THE PIN! Windsor rolls off of Kain clutching his back. Hall pulls Kain up to his feet, lifts him up for a suplex and then turns it into a Brainbuster.

Shannan Lerch: OUTNUMBERED!

Hall with the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

"American Capitalist" hits the speakers as the referee helps Hall to his feet and raises his arm in victory. We look back at highlights of the match before the PPV fades out to a promo for tonight's main event.

Apathy vs Jay Williams

Haunting guitar riffs of Cold's "Confession" drift through the arena as the Femme ICON makes her way out onto the stage and down the ramp amidst the chorus of boos and jeers. She saunters her way down, slides into the ring and goes to the far corner, climbing the turn buckle, raising both arms into the air, egging the crowd on, soaking up their boos with a big smile.

Referee Stanley Moser looks at each competitor and steps out of the way. Apathy and Williams both circle out of their corners. Moser calls for the bell and the match is underway

Williams and Apathy lock up in the middle of the ring. But Williams is clearly the stronger of the two, as he begins to back Apathy into the corner, but Apathy is able to counter it and reverse WIlliams into the corner instead. Moser asks for a clean break but Apathy answers with a series of knees to the gut of Williams attempting to get the quick upper hand. She follows it up with a big veal toss out of the corner and a knee drop right to the face. Williams takes the blows with little effort and is up quickly, the crowd boos..

Zach Davis: The fans letting both competitors know exactly how they feel about them.

Shannan Lerch: The feeling is probably mutual, neither one of them has any respect for anybody in or out of the ring.

Back in the ring, Williams and Apathy lock up collar and elbow, williams smirks at Apathy before slipping her into a hip toss, following her down to the mat he wraps on a tight headlock, after a brief struggle on the mat, Apathy works her way back to her knees. Williams releases the headlock, quickly hopping back and lands a huge kick to the head of Apathy who slumps down. Williams then picks her up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. As she rebounds WIlliams hits a back body drop.

Zach Davis: Williams starting to take the match early. Definitely showing why he is a former world champion, taking Apathy to school so to speak.

Shannan Lerch: That’s his M.O. for sure, wear down his opponent and finish it quickly.

Zach Davis: Apathy really needs to avoid the power advantage of Backbreaker.

Shannan Lerch: Yeah she is a bit out of her element on this one.

Zach Davis: That is a good point Shannan.

Williams begins to lay in boots to the lower back of Apathy who is down. He reaches down to pick her up but Apathy, playing possum, strikes fast, wrapping Williams up and rolls him up into a small package. Moser counts.

One..

Kick out by Williams…

Both competitors are up quickly. Williams, not happy with the possum play of Apathy, quickly rolls up, with shades of anger and embarassment at being made a fool of, he charges at Apathy who takes him down with a drop toe hold, grabbing a hold of that same leg she hooks on a leg bar cranking down on the knee of Williams, attempting to take the vertical base advantage of the former champion away from him.

Shannan Lerch: Apathy using her wrestling ability to take down Williams and ground him.

Zach Davis: It’s a great idea to wear down a leg, helps limit his power and mobility.

Shannan Lerch: The less mobile he is the less he can use his power offense.

In the ring Apathy continues to crank down on the leg of Williams. The crowd clearly in favor of Apathy as the lesser of two evils over Williams, cheers. Williams is able to break the leg bar with a series of kicks. He works his way to his feet as Apathy attempts to hold him down. Williams grabs the arms of Apathy, twisting her around, then wrapping his arms around her svelt waist he plants his feet, throws his body back tossing Apathy over his head hitting a belly to back suplex. Apathy hits the mat hard, Williams takes a quick second to work the crowd with a cold sneer on his face before he covers Apathy for the pin.

One...

Two…

Kick out by Apathy…

Shannan Lerch: Great move by Williams. But i think it's going to take a bit more than that to keep a determined Apathy down for the three count.

Zach Davis: He went back to his power game. That’s what could very well win him this match. Wear her down then use his championship caliber experience to outwrestler her.

Shannan Lerch: I’m surprised how mobile he is after that leg bar, Apathy really extended hard on his knee, she will need to go back to that gameplan, keep him horizontal and off of his feet.

Feeling completely in control, WIlliams again picks up Apathy. this time hooking in a bear hug. He cranks down on her back. Moser asks if she wants to give it up but she screams no. Finally Williams flips her over head and drops her with a text book belly-to-belly suplex. Williams covers

One..

Two…

Kick out by Apathy…

Zach Davis: Apathy just barely kicked out of that one. I’m surprsied. Williams really showing a superior game plan with the power wrestling against the well rounded Apathy, i don't know how much more she can take.

Shannan Lerch: Williams is just lethal with those suplexes of his.. Apathy HAS to get on the offensive, and fast or i fear your right about the match not lasting much longer. Williams is just plain dominating Apathy right now.

Zach Davis: Yes he is that’s for sure.

After Apathy kicks out, WIlliams is quickly up to his feet quickly. He sets Apathy up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Apathy is ready this time, she allows Williams to plant his feet, but uses the momentum of the toss as she flips up and over landing behind Williams in a most spectacular display of agility. She grabs his head and before he can stop her she hits a bulldog head lock. Williams hits hard, sensing the tide has turned, Apathy goes for the cover.

One..

Two…

Kick out by Williams…

Zach Davis: Great counter by Apathy to drive Williams to the mat and turn the tide.

Shannan Lerch: Apathy is no slouch, and here she has shown she’s a skilled counter wrestler in this match with an amazing reversal.

Zach Davis: This kid is putting up a great fight that’s for sure.

Apathy rolls to her feet and continues to go to work on Williams with several head shots. She then waits for Williams to get up to his knees. She runs at Williams, and leap up high, and catch her knee right under the jaw of Williams, knocking him flat to the mat. She quickly goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Another kickout!

Shannan Lerch: How is this match going to end?

All of a sudden, Corey Black walks out.

Zach Davis: What is HE doing here?

Corey Black: I declare this match... OVER!

Corey Black walks away. Apathy is pissed. She grabs the referee and decks him before leaving. Jay Williams stands up, flips off each side of the ring, and then leaves as well.

Shannan Lerch: ...uh?

Zach Davis: Well that was weird.

Shannan Lerch: Corey Black ruins everything.

Tek/Hank Lane vs Eric Price/Jonathan Jakobs

Zach Davis: This next match folks will prove to be a real interesting one. A lot of animosity and anger running between these two teams.

Shannan Lerch: Yes, a lot of bad blood between these men. Let’s take a look back on how this all started.

*A video package begins to play with the logo of the prior PPV Asesinato De Mayo showing on screen. Then it cuts to a still shot of Eric Price standing tall over Nic Daniels with a huge smile on his face as EMTs came to assist Daniels out of the ring. Zach Davis’ voice is heard saying “And Eric Price just beat Nic Daniels within an inch of his life!”. The shot then cuts back to the same Asesinato De Mayo logo and shows a still shot of Eric Price hitting Steeltoe Joe with a chair. Then it cuts to Tek pulling the briefcase from the top of the ladder and beating STJ ousting him from WCF. Zach Davis’ voice is heard saying “The end of an era, Joe is out of WCF as that man Tek is your winner!” Tek is shown with a huge smile on his face.

Then it cuts to Joe thanking the fans at Asesinato De Mayo and stating “Never say never” to his return. The shot then cuts to Slam where Eric Price is shown gloating over his victory against Nic Daniels as well as taking credit for STJ’s loss at the PPV. “If it weren’t for me, Steeltoe Joe would still be in WCF. I made sure he was gone! I did! Tek would not have won had it not been for me! As far as I’m concerned, Tek needs me a lot more than I…”, then the sound cuts out as Tek is shown coming out saying “You were saying”. Eric is then shown saying “Look, you need me far more than I need you and you know it.” Tek is shown saying to Eric “You need to go to the back and watch my match.” Eric is shown saying “You’d better not tread the line Tek and watch yourself. Good luck”. The light shove to Tek is shown. The scene then cuts to backstage with Tek walking back and Eric approaching him when all of a sudden Jonathan Jakobs is shown attacking him. The shot then shows Jonathan attack Eric with two punches and Eric is shown saying “I’ll get you for this!”

The shot cuts to Slam on the following week where Zach Davis’ is heard saying “With Eric Price as referee, we know how this match will be slanted toward Tek” as the match between Tek and Jakobs is shown with Eric Price as the referee. The shot then cuts to show toward the end of the match where Jonathan Jakobs was bringing in a chair and Eric grabs it. Zach Davis is heard saying “He’s been unbiased this far and looks like he made the right call to take that chair from him.” Then a still shot is shown of when Eric Price hit Tek with the chair on the back. Another still shot is shown of Eric signaling to Jonathan to cover him. Zach Davis is heard saying “What is he doing? What the hell is this?!” Then the next still shot shows the cover actually taking place followed by the ring bell sounding with a still shot of Eric raising Jonathan’s hand in victory as both men smile. The shot then cuts to video of both Jonathan and Eric assaulting Tek as Hank Lane is shown coming down to the ring to defend him. Zach Davis is heard saying “Hey wait, looks like Lane is helping Tek here!”

The shot then cuts to Tek and Hank “Thunder” Lane in the locker room as Lane says to him “Man you are getting tougher out there. What would you say if I were to be your stable mate?” Tek is then shown shaking Lane’s hand and saying “You got it.” The shot then cuts to Eric Price shown in Jonathan Jakobs’ nightclub saying “I had to cut the dead weight Tek. I had to get rid of you because you were only holding me back! You’ve become nothing but of soft piece of crap, a loser! I do not associate with losers! Besides, Jonathan would have beaten you anyway because you’re worthless.” Jonathan Jakobs is then shown saying “Night in and night out, I put it all on the line to give the fans a great performance. I was humble; I showed respect to everyone in this company, where did it get me? I wasn’t making any progress in the company; it was tearing away at my spirit. My wrestling suffered tremendously, I was almost on the verge of walking away. Eric Price reached out to me, told me what he had in mind, I simply couldn’t refuse.”

The shot then cuts away to Eric Price being hit with a chair shot by Hank Lane and then by Tek. Eric is then shown making his get away up the steps through the crowd in the stands. Then the shot cuts to where Steeltoe Joe is shown behind Eric Price as Zach Davis exclaims “It’s Steeltoe Joe!” Eric looks as surprised as anyone and still shots are shown of Price being beaten down. Tek is heard saying during these shots “Bobby Cairo said it was more than OK so with that said being said, the newest addition to the WCF roster, Steeltoe Joe!” Then Joe is heard saying as Eric is shown escaping the arena “Don’t the door hit your ass on the way out!” Then a shot is shown of Tek and Steeltoe Joe dressed as Eric Price and Jonathan Jakobs respectively as Eric Price looks on and says “Son of a bitch, what kind of mockery is this?!” Steeltoe Joe is then shown saying at a separate event “Especially when I knew it would give me the opportunity to go after Eric Price. I may not be involved in this match but I guarantee you that I have my ticket and I will be right there watching all of the action. So if Price and Jakobs try anything funny, I may just have to make an appearance. Say your prayers Price and Jakobs, you’re going to need them!” Steeltoe Joe is then seen saying at another conference “Especially when I knew it would give me the opportunity to go after Eric Price. I may not be involved in this match but I guarantee you that I have my ticket and I will be right there watching all of the action. So if Price and Jakobs try anything funny, I may just have to make an appearance. Say your prayers Price and Jakobs, you’re going to need them!” Eric Price is then shown in a church standing behind an altar saying “If you decide to come down during the match and make your presence known even by just being at ring side, you will be opening up Pandora’s box and let me tell you that once it’s open, you won’t be able to close it no matter how much you try. If you don’t stay away then unlike Tek who couldn’t get the job done apparently, when I kick you out of WCF permanently, it won’t be because of a stipulation, it’ll be because you will be physically unable to compete for the remainder of your life.” The shot then shows Eric Price burning the bible on the altar and walking away as the shot of the burning bible is shown as the video package ends and the feed goes back to the live arena!”

Zach Davis: Very heated words and unlikely alliances formed as we await this match up.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team match.

*“Orion” by Metallica begins to play as the crowd FUCKING ROARS. They start headbanging like crazy. Especially a guy in the crowd named Will.

Shannan Lerch: INSIDE JOKES!

Zach Davis: And looks like the newly formed team dubbed “Prophecy” is going to make their way down to the ring first.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 415 pounds, they are Hank “Thunder” Lane and Tek … Prophecy!

Shannan Lerch: The two competing members of Prophecy here tonight. But you have wonder if Steeltoe Joe will make an appearance here tonight. He could very well be the wild card in all of this.

Zach Davis: I don’t know. STJ’s return was certainly completely unexpected last week and this newly formed team looks like a force to be reckoned with as both men make their way into the ring as the crowd seems to definitely love Prophecy here tonight.

Shannan Lerch: Ah yes but let’s see how they make out after this match is over.

*The music fades as “Here Comes the Money” begins to play.*

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, they are the team of Eric Price and Jonathan Jakobs!

Zach Davis: And the chorus of boos begin as both men make their way down the entrance ramp with smirks on their faces.

Shannan Lerch: And why shouldn’t they be confident? They have money, they have intelligence, they have power, they’ve earned the right to it.

Zach Davis: All I can say is these two arrogant jerks may get theirs tonight. After the betrayal of his own friend Tek, Eric Price seems to be showing his true colors as he only cares about himself. What’s more shocking here though is Jonathan Jakobs, no one saw that coming.

Shannan Lerch: You heard what he said, he felt unappreciated by the fans, and he had not gotten anything by being humble. Eric Price reached out to him as a friend because he had gone through the exact same thing. If anything, these men are victims and should be commended for being so heroic in fighting here tonight.

Zach Davis: Heroic?! What’s heroic about taking a steel chair and hitting your friend from behind with it?

Shannan Lerch: Well Tek showed his true colors at Slam when he did the same thing to Eric Price, undeservedly I might add.

Zach Davis: Undeservedly, please! Well, as these two men approach the ring, looks like Jonathan wanted to start the match but as Tek wants to start the match, he’s asking for Eric Price.

Shannan Lerch: And Eric smirks at him and says “You want a piece of me?”

*The music fades*

Zach Davis: And looks like Jonathan’s going to step back and Eric’s volunteering to start this match now. He looks very confident here. As the referee rings the bell, Tek looks ready to take on Eric Price and what’s Eric doing? He’s just smiling at him. And, what is this?!

Shannan Lerch: Well, Eric tagged his partner Jonathan into the match and simply stepped outside the ring apron as Tek says to him “what the hell?”

Zach Davis: A cowardly move if you ask me, it seems as if Eric Price wants nothing to do with Tek tonight.

Shannan Lerch: Bogus nonsense, Price is plenty ready but he’s not going to fight Tek just because Tek wants the fight.

Zach Davis: As Jonathan steps into the ring, and oh my, Eric flipping Tek the bird here as Tek looks positively infuriated as the referee holds him back here.

Crowd: Asshole, asshole, asshole!

Shannan Lerch: Nice. These people have absolutely no respect though but Eric Price knows how to get into people’s heads. This is why he’s so successful, he’s so much smarter than his opponents.

Zach Davis: And Eric simply gives a devilish smile here to Tek as the referee lets go of Tek and Jonathan quickly surprises him with a clothesline, knocking Tek down. Tek is right back up though and on the offensive with a kick to the gut of Jakobs here. Tag is made as Tek drags Jakobs into his corner. Hank “Thunder” Lane is coming in and quickly puts Jakobs into a headlock here.

Shannan Lerch: That headlock can be quite devastating. Jakobs needs to get out of it.

Zach Davis: And Lane has it in tight but looks like Jakobs is fighting back with elbows to the stomach of Lane. Another elbow and Lane has loosened his grip. Another elbow and looks like Jakobs is able to escape and oh my God, he turned it into a DDT. A DDT on Lane!

Shannan Lerch: What an amazing counter! But will he be able to capitalize on it?

Zach Davis: Both men down right now. Although they are far closer to Tek’s corner and Lane is dragging himself here and is able to get a tag on Tek. Jakobs not able to reach his partner in time as Tek quickly pulls on Jakobs’ leg and just stares straight at Eric as Eric simply looks right at him and says “What?”. And Tek simply shakes his head at Eric Price here.

Shannan Lerch: I think Tek had better watch behind him because Jakobs is up now.

Zach Davis: Tek, turn around!

Shannan Lerch: And Tek turns around to a dropkick from Jakobs as Tek is thrown into Eric Price’s corner.

Zach Davis: Definitely not the corner he wants to be in as Eric smiles. The referee seems to be checking on Jonathan here as he accosts him and what is Eric doing?!

Shannan Lerch: Looks like he’s grabbing the rope there and trying to choke Tek out here.

Zach Davis: The referee needs to do something about this!

Shannan Lerch: Hank Lane is coming in but the referee is stopping him from interfering, as he should. How dare he try to get into this match?

Zach Davis: This is illegal. This should be a disqualification right here.

Shannan Lerch: If the referee doesn’t see it, it’s not illegal.

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Zach Davis: And Eric lets go of the rope finally releasing the choke on Tek with a huge grin on his face as the crowd really lets him have it here. Ah, the referee now turning his attention to Price as Lane is back in his corner and look at Price, acting like he’s a saint and didn’t do anything. What a lying hypocrite!

Shannan Lerch: Hey, bite your tongue! For all you know, he could hear what you’re saying.

Zach Davis: I’m calling it like it is. As Jakobs makes his way to his corner, he tags in a very newly confident Eric Price as Tek is currently down in their corner. And Eric walks in with a swagger and smile on his face here. He puts his foot right in Tek’s neck in the corner as the referee comes over and counts

1 ..

2 ..

3 ..

4 ..

Zach Davis: And Eric finally releases Tek. Now Eric grabs him by the legs and it looks like he’s trying to set him up for a sharpshooter here but Tek is really fighting back and not allowing it. And now, Jonathan’s coming in to try and help but the referee quickly stops him. As he is trying to deal with Jonathan and Tek is fighting back Eric, oh no, a low blow to Tek as Eric has a huge smile on his face and referee did not see it as he was busy trying to get Jonathan Jakobs back into his corner. Eric is now able to lock the sharpshooter on Tek as Tek is weakened but wait.

Shannan Lerch: Lane has seen enough of Price’s antics and he is storming the ring with the Thunder Lane on Price, forcing Price to let go of the hold. The referee turns around and sees Lane here and yells at him to get back to his corner. For what reason did Lane interfere? That wasn’t right, it should be a disqualification right here.

Zach Davis: He did the right thing to save his partner after Price nailed the illegal low blow on Tek. And Lane arguing with the referee trying to explain what Price did as Price is down but the ref simply tells him to get back in his corner. The referee trying to get Lane back into his corner and look here, Tek crawls over and manages to get a cover on Eric Price.

Shannan Lerch: But the referee is not counting as he’s too busy with Lane. Lane’s trying to tell him but costing his own partner precious seconds.

Zach Davis: It’s Price’s fault in the end. Lane gets back in his corner as the referee turns around and notices the cover. He counts…

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: And no, kickout at 2! I really thought Tek would have Price’s number right here. He’s lucky the referee was busy with Hank Lane otherwise, this could have been it right here!

Shannan Lerch: Both men are down in the center of the ring. They are crawling, inching closer to their respective corners. Even a second here could cost them dearly as both men get to their corners for a tag.

Zach Davis: And Tek makes a tag to Lane! Lane is in as Price barely makes the tag to Jakobs. Lane and Jakobs the legal men here as both men trade blows. Lane throws a punch at Jakobs, Jakobs throws one back at Lane, back and forth they go punch for punch. Jakobs gets the upper hand now as he throws Lane at the ropes and, oh, misses the clotheline; Lane runs the ropes and runs back and Lane dodges the clothesline again.

Shannan Lerch: And as Lane gets to the rope, ouch, Price lands a kick right in Lane’s back as he stops there. Jakobs the runs and clotheslines Lane out of the ring and he’s so proud here as he should be.

Zach Davis: And that sick smile on Eric Price’s face as he looks at Lane down on the outside can only mean bad things. And hey wait, who is this?

Shannan Lerch: It’s Steeltoe Joe and he’s making his way down the ramp as Eric Price looks shocked. As STJ looks to be approaching Lane to check on him, Price does not like this one bit it seems as he makes his way to him and gets right in his face.

Eric Price: What are you doing here?! Didn’t I tell you to stay away?!

Steeltoe Joe: Just concentrate on your match. I’m here to support my friend. Now step back!

Eric Price: No one tells me what to do!

Shannan Lerch: And now STJ looks to be getting right in Eric Price’s face.

Zach Davis: And Price steps back here and back to his corner while intently staring at Joe. Jakobs looks on surprised to see STJ here.

Eric Price: Only because I’m in the middle of a match Joe, only because I’m in the middle of the match.

Zach Davis: As Lane is getting up here recovering, he slides back in the ring as STJ makes his way to the corner of Hank Lane and Tek. You have to know that Price and Jakobs are now disconcerted because of this development.

Shannan Lerch: No way. Eric Price and Jonathan Jakobs are too smart for that. They’re going to be on their game despite this.

Zach Davis: Nevertheless, with Lane now back in the ring, Jakobs expecting him and setting him up for a German suplex, and 1! Will he be going for it?

Shannan Lerch: He doesn’t seem to be letting go of the hold. And here we go, another German Suplex! And as Jakobs brings Lane up, he wants to go for another suplex here but looks like Lane is blocking it!

Zach Davis: Indeed. He’s blocking it with his leg here and now an elbow to Jakobs head! Another elbow and Jakobs death like grip here has been released. And now Lane grabs Jakobs and puts him in an Armbar here and a short-arm clotheline to Jakobs here. Jakobs is down and Lane is recovering here for a moment. Can he capitalize?! Cover.

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: And a kickout. Just barely missing the 3 count.

Shannan Lerch: Looks like both the crowd and Lane are surprised here. Lane walks over to his corner here and looks like he’s tagging in Tek.

Zach Davis: Tag made as Tek makes his way into the match here. Jakobs is recovering and getting up here near the edge of the ring here. As the ref observes the tag here, he’s checking on Jakobs to make sure he’s ok. Tek then nails a drop kick on Jakobs and oh no.

Shannan Lerch: The drop kick did get Jakobs here but it also knocked out the referee out of the ring and the ref is out! As Jakobs walks back toward Tek here, Tek has him and he’s calling for it. Windmill!

Zach Davis: And Jakobs is out, cover! But there’s no referee to make the count as he is outside the ring and he’s down. What is Eric Price doing here? Looks like he’s down from the ring apron looking for something under the ring and oh boy.

Shannan Lerch: Eric Price with a steel chair as he quickly slides into the ring and as Tek notices no count is being made, Eric Price hits Tek right in the chest with the steel chair! Tek is down here.

Zach Davis: And both Lane and STJ not going to allow this but they keep their distance as Price is armed with a chair. And again, a chair shot right to the back of Tek as Tek is down right now. Oh look at Price, thinks he’s so tough now daring STJ and Lane to come in and face him. You got a steel chair, shows what kind of a man you are!

Shannan Lerch: I don’t understand why you’re so against him, he’s just using the rules to his advantage. If the ref doesn’t see it, it’s not illegal!

Zach Davis: And now Eric Price taunting Tek.

Eric Price: Hey Tek, you thought bashing my head in last week was cool?!

Zach Davis: And another chair shot to the back of Tek!

Shannan Lerch: And another chair shot!

Zach Davis: This isn’t looking good for Tek and what’s this, Eric throws the chair away now and oh look how brave he thinks he is putting Tek in that sharpshooter now. Tek with no choice but to tap out but without a referee here, the match goes on as Jakobs is still down.

Shannan Lerch: Price with a huge smile on his face as STJ quickly makes his way in as does Hank Lane! And Lane quickly kicks Price in the head immediately forcing him to let go of the hold.

Zach Davis: Tek still down and what is STJ going to do here? He picks Price as he was down. And is he setting him up for it? I think he is. As the fans are ecstatic here, STJ picks Price up and nails The Baptism on him and this crowd is on their feet cheering.

Shannan Lerch: And why? Poor Eric Price did not deserve this.

Zach Davis: That lying cheat deserved that and more. STJ now kicks him out of the ring and as Jakobs is now getting up. He stands up and notices both Lane and STJ in the ring as Tek is still recovering. He’s between both men here and he doesn’t look too happy!

Shannan Lerch: And Lane quickly grabs hold of Jakobs stopping him. STJ now getting the crowd to go with him as I think he’s going to also set him up for The Baptism! This isn’t right!

Zach Davis: Oh yes it is! And STJ has Jakobs and bam, The Baptism! The crowd is going nuts over this!

Crowd: STJ! STJ! STJ!

Zach Davis: Lane gets back to his corner as STJ quickly slides out of the ring and picks up the referee and slides him back in the ring. The referee looks to be coming to here as Jakobs is down and Tek is going to cover him. Cover!

1 ..

2 ..

3!

Zach Davis: And both Hank Lane and Tek have done it!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match tonight, Hank “Thunder” Lane and Tek … Prophecy!

*“Orion” by Metallica starts playing*

Shannan Lerch: I’ll say they have. They’ve both illegally won this match with the help of Steeltoe Joe. They should have been disqualified!

Zach Davis: What about Eric Price and Jonathan Jakobs? They used every cheat in the book and still couldn’t pull it off thanks to a balancing assist from STJ!

Shannan Lerch: Nevertheless, your winners this evening. And they’re celebrating in the ring here with Steeltoe Joe accompanying them, this is disgusting!

Zach Davis: Why? They earned the victory. STJ simply was their equalizer as all three men raise their hands in victory and Prophecy has made a huge statement here tonight. The crowd certainly seemed to love it. And Eric Price here dragging Jonathan Jakobs out of the ring and helping him up the ramp as both men make their way to the back. And what is this, Eric Price is demanding a microphone.

Eric Price: CUT THE MUSIC! CUT THE MUSIC!

*The music fades*

Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser!

Eric Price: SHUT UP!

Zach Davis: And Eric Price certainly not making any friends here tonight as this raucous crowd is all over him here.

Eric Price: Hey you pieces of s(beep)t? Yeah, this is PPV, I can say that! You people are so excited about their victory, cheering and applauding, huh? I warned you Joe that if you interfered you would end up regretting this. Mark my words Joe, mark my words, celebrate now, enjoy this moment, this small victory, you won this battle but this is just one of many. You see, you’re all in a war against Jonathan and I here. And while tonight may have been your night, know that this will be the exception to the rule. Next week, Slam, it’ll all become clearer because as much as I hate Tek, Joe, welcome back to WCF. You’re going to be in for a very rude awakening!

Zach Davis: As Eric Price throws the microphone with that sick smile on his face, you have to wonder what he has up his sleeve. Both Jonathan Jakobs and Eric Price make their way to the back as Prophecy seems to be dismissive of what Price said tonight after their victory here.

Shannan Lerch: Celebrate tonight boys because after this, you’re in for a ride.

Zach Davis: We’ll see what happens.

Internet Title Match
Hunter Valentyne vs Johnny Stylez

"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him.

Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing. The boos continues as the next opponent in introduced.

Zach Davis: Here is Hunter Valentyne, challenging his best friend here tonight...

~*~ 4:19 ~*~
-GoT-
-A-
-MiNuTe?!?-
-Flashes over the titantron, as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely black…and then

~ExPLoSiOn~
-Looking Back At Me-
-I See That I Never Really Got It Right-
- I Never Stopped To Think Of You-
-I’m Always Wrapped Up In Things I Cannot Win-
-You Are The Antidote That Gets Me By-
- Something Strong Like A Drug That Gets Me-
-H.I.G.H.-

Cold by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsider’s style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.

-What I Really Meant To Say-
-Is That I'm Sorry For The Way-
-I AM-
-NeVeR MeAnT To Be-
-So Cold-

Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immeadily begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to the ring announcer and playfully slaps them over the head a few times.

Shannan Lerch: Very excited for this match! Here we go!

Before Kyle can signal for the bell, Hunter grabs him and tosses him out of the ring.

Zach Davis: HEY!

Hunter immediately grabs a mic.

Hunter Valentyne: SETH! What the fuck are you doing!?

For once, the crowd cheers Hunter briefly; they agree.

Hunter Valentyne: Don't you remember when The Business first came to WCF?! You tried to split Stylez and I up then and you failed then! What made you think you could do it now!? And shit, letting that happen to Apathy!? You must be smoking stronger shit than my man Johnny Stylez and I!

Mixed reaction from the crowd. Hunter hands the mic to Johnny Stylez.

Johnny Stylez: Hunter is right! We love DRAMA as much as anyone else but you're not gonna get it from us tonight! You want to keep the young blood of WCF down so you can push old men like Logan and Gravedigger?! FUCK THAT!

Cheering!

Johnny Stylez: I'm the best Internet Champion the WCF has ever seen, and I'll defend against ANYONE... except my friend Hunter Valentyne. He and I aren't going to fight, belt or no belt, and Seth, there is nothing you can do about it! Not tonight, NOT ANY NIGHT! Consider this a Domestik Disturbance!

And with that, Stylez' music plays. Stylez and Hunter raise their arms in the air and exit the ring, heading to the back as the fans don't quite know what to make of them.

Shannan Lerch: Uh... so much for that match, I guess.

Zach Davis: Hunter Valentyne and Johnny Stylez, once again a unified front.

Seth Lerch Addresses Corey Black

Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: Aaanndd here we go.

Shannan Lerch: Seth promised he'd address Corey here tonight, and he's making good on that.

Zach Davis: Seth and Corey have an interesting history, to say the least. Corey was the first person to reveal just how shitty Seth is as a businessman when he got XIII written into his contracts, and ever since then its been Seth's biggest weakpoint.

Seth heads to the ring, glancing at the fans and giving faux smiles to each of them. He slides in and takes a microphone.

Seth Lerch: I don't believe it. The year is 2012 and yet another Blast is on the air. And the more things change, the more they stay the same. Do you fans remember TEN years ago at Blast, Logan and I coming out here? I feel like a trip down memory lane! Monkeys in the back, roll the footage!

Footage from Blast '02 is shown.

Seth Lerch: Logan is the WCF Champion. Say something? SHUT UP! He is going to be interviewed, here, and now. Joe, go ahead.

Joe Smith: Logan…

We hear the crowd in the arena boo.

Logan: SHUT UP!

Logan grabs the microphone from Joe Smith and he leans backwards.

Logan: The!

Logan leans forwards.

Logan: WCF!

Logan leans backwards.

Logan: Champion!

Logan leans forwards.

Logan: Has!

Logan leans backwards.

Logan: Come!

Logan leans forwards.

Logan: Back!

Logan stares into the camera and passes the microphone to Joe Smith.

Joe Smith: Now Logan.

Logan turns his head to Joe.

Logan: Say something?

Joe Smith: Two weeks you made your big return when you gave Darkside a Connector.

Logan: What are you talking about? I've been whooping ass all week, just like this. I was laying in bed with Junkyards mamma, then it popped in my head..tonight is Wednesday. I guess I'll go beat up that sumbitch Creeping Death, I got out of my bed, put on some boots, a shirt, some pants, walked into that WCF arena in whooped Creeping Deaths ass. Then, I went back to bed with Junkyards mamma, few days later. I said damn, tonight is Saturday Slam! I got out from my bed, I put on some boots, a shirt, some pants and walked into that WCF arena and whooped Dark Side's ass. I got back in my bed with Junkyards mamma and I said damn, I got to cut a promo. I put on some boots, a short, some pants and I walked outside that WCF arena and cut a promo, I got back in bed and I said damn, Junkyards mamma stopped the swallow deal, I put on some boots, a shirt, some pants and told that two dollar ho, our love will never become cold and hollow, unless, today, you refuse to swallow, then I left and I came back to the WCF!

The crowd cheers, boos, and laughs at how much Logan and Seth have grown since that promo a decade ago. Seth continues.

Seth Lerch: Wow. That was something. Later that night, I'd make the mistake of costing Logan the World Title. But hm, I don't remember Junkyard Justice that Logan was talking about. Or Darkside. But Creeping Death?

The crowd pops.

Seth Lerch: Now HIM, I remember. And its funny how similar Logan and Corey's careers have been.. except that Logan came to his senses so much sooner.

The crowd buzzes, not having any idea what Seth may be talking about.

Seth Lerch: You see, it was years ago... years and YEARS ago... when Logan left WCF to go to a different promotion. HIW, I believe it was. Could be mistaken. Its like a couple and their exes, we don't talk about it now. But Logan found something in that company that he didn't think he had here - something about different competition or some such. Sound similar, Corey?

Now the crowd is catching on.

Seth Lerch: Yes, Logan had fun with his HIW, and I remember him being friends with the fed's owner, Big Poppa, for quite a while. And where is Big Poppa now? Who the hell knows! I'm sure Logan doesn't! And was that the only other fed Logan has dabbled in? Of course not. But every damn time, he kept coming back to me and the WCF. Because Logan... was a slut.

Mixed reaction from the crowd; some women cheer?

Seth Lerch: And so are you, Corey.

Booing, now.

Seth Lerch: Corey Black, you are a slut. My company and I put out for you. I gave you your One moment, and what did you give me? Lackluster effort and eventually leaving, in the name of what? Finding new competition? Because you've already done everything there is to do here? If you truly believe that, you're the worst kind of slut. You're a delusional slut!

MORE booing. Seth is getting more intense, a little more angry.

Seth Lerch: Any man can give a slut a pounding in a one night stand. But it takes a special kind of man to pound a bitch long term, am I right? If I want to be a little less vulgar, some people are a flash in the pan. PC Cradle, Danny Vice, Skyler Striker, Jack of Blades, Trent Hunter, Neo. Slickie T, Jonny Fly. I've seen them all, obviously. I'm seeing them now. Corey, somehow you've managed to surpass that; you're multiple flashes in a pan. Flaring brightly for a second, but fading just as quickly. You've deluded yourself into thinking that means you've accomplished something here, thinking that the fact you tricked me into giving you your own show makes you some kind of legend. Fact of the matter is, you realized you couldn't cut it here anymore and you found someplace where you thought you could make it. So just like Logan did, you made the mistake of leaving here, after convincing yourself you'd done everything there is to do. But Corey, you've never been THE man. You've never managed to be consistent, you've never managed to bring it week in and week out like even the low carders manage to do! COREY BLACK, YOU COULDN'T LACE ADAM YOUNG'S BOOTS HERE IN WCF.

MASSIVE booing now.

Seth Lerch: But, of course, the fact of the matter is this. I'm a businessman, and the fans are sheep. So of course I let you come back here when Jonny Fly's lawyers presented me with your new contract, AFTER your little surprise, might I add. And sure, you'll do whatever you plan on doing here, get your payday, and that'll be that. For now. But I've been running this company for a LONG time, and if I've proven anything, I've proven that we're not going anywhere. Name one other place, JUST ONE OTHER PLACE, that has as much history as we do? YOU CAN'T. Congratulations, Corey, good luck at your little Internet fed's 52nd show. I'm sure it'll be pretty sweet, so much sweeter than appearing on our 200TH SLAM as the World Champion.

Cheering for one of Corey's biggest moments.

Seth Lerch: So Corey, that's that. Have fun with your flavor of the month, because once that's gone, I'm sure you've got a few more flashes here. Unless you can summon up the balls for a little more, but... I doubt it.

And with that, Master of Puppets plays again and Seth leaves to booing.

Zach Davis: Well that was... something.

Shannan Lerch: Seth was 100% correct. As always!

Zach Davis: We'll just see what Corey has to say.

People's Title Match
Stuart Slane vs Kid Phantasm

“Follow Me, Boys!” plays as Stu marches out from the back, silently mouthing the lyrics to his theme as he heads down the ramp. He does a circuit around the outside of the ring before climbing the steps and entering. After some last minute old timey calisthenics (Indian twists, deep knee bends, etc) The Scoutmaster goes his corner. He hands his hat and sash off to a WCF stagehand and assumes a fighting position.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is for the WCF People's Championship! Making his way to the ring at this time is the challenger... weighing in at 270 pounds and hailing from Grant, Iowa... "THE SCOUTMASTER", STUART SLANE!

Zach Davis: Well this should be an interesting match-up for sure, Shannan - Kid Phantasm has been almost unstoppable since arriving in WCF, but this time he'll be up against a master ring technician who's got six inches and almost sixty pounds on him.

Shannan Lerch: Not to mention how good he looks in uniform.

"Clock" by Beck begins playing over the loudspeakers as the curtain parts... and out comes Kid Phantasm. He slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Kid Phantasm takes a quick look around the crowd... and then stares down his opponent.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds and hailing from Antarctica, Louisiana... he is the WCF PEOPLE'S CHAMPION... KID PHANTASM!

Zach Davis: We've seen an unfocused Kid Phantasm in the last few weeks, but now not even an hour before Jeff Purse attempts to reclaim Nightmare we're starting to see shades of the old Kid Phantasm.

Shannan Lerch: That, Zach, is the face of a man who knows he's getting laid tonight.

Zach Davis: Referee Zip Wingdinger checks both men out... and here we go, fans! Phantasm vs. Scoutmaster for the People's Title!

The two men circle each other; Slane goes for a 'test of strength' lock-up. Phantasm reaches up to grab Slane's hand and takes a boot to the midsection. Slane puts Kid Phantasm into a standing armbar.

Zach Davis: This is what Kid Phantasm had to be fearing, Shannan - Stuart Slane is a master of submission holds.

Shannan Lerch: The Kid had better hope he's still got something left in the tank just in case Purse beats von Liebert tonight... I doubt his woman's gonna take 'I'm too stretched out' as an excuse if he can't perform.

Zach Davis: What sort of mindset would someone even be in after being a hostage of Monsters Inc.? Do you honestly think she'll have sex on the brain?

Shannan Lerch: ...what, you kidding?

After a few moments in the armbar, Kid Phantasm rolls through and brings down Slane with an armdrag. Kid gets up twisting his shoulder... Slane gets up and suddenly pulls Kid down with a double-leg takedown. Scoutmaster goes for a figure-four leglock, Phantasm kicks him away with a wild kick. Kid flips back up and catches a charging Scoutmaster with a back drop.

Zach Davis: Kid Phantasm with a couple of quick counters! Scoutmaster might be bigger and stronger, but the Kid's got speed and a lot of fight left in him!

Shannan Lerch: He's... what's the term I'm looking for? He's wily. And kinda cute, I guess.

Both men back to a vertical base now, Phantasm runs at the Scoutmaster and hits a vicious elbow smash. He goes for another and misses, spinning- Scoutmaster dumps Phantasm onto his head with a belly-to-back suplex. Scoutmaster with the cover:

Zach Davis: 1....2....NO! After a heavy drop on the head, Phantasm somehow gets the shoulder up.

Shannan Lerch: Apparently Scoutmaster's not bad with a suplex, either... and with his size, the Kid's lucky he could get up at all.

Scoutmaster tries to put the Kid in a Cloverleaf-type hold, but Kid Phantasm grabs the ropes and clings to them as hard as he can. Referee Zip Wingdinger breaks up the hold. Scoutmaster has angry words with the referee, saying something about "playing sides". As Scoutmaster Slane turns, he's greeted by Kid Phantasm flying at him with an Asai Moonsault. Kid grabs one leg, pinning Slane- 1 count.

Zach Davis: 1...OH! One count only on the Scoutmaster...

Shannan Lerch: Gonna have to do better than that, Kid. Scoutmaster came prepared.

Phantasm wastes no time wrapping Slane up into a Triangle Hold (Antarctican Deathlock).

Zach Davis: And apparently, so did the Phantasm! How often do you see Kid Phantasm break out the submission holds, Shannan?

Shannan Lerch: Not often, but I assumed that might be because he's never answered any of my phone calls.

Zach Davis: ...

Scoutmaster gets his feet into the ropes; Phantasm breaks the hold.

Zach Davis: And the Scoutmaster makes it to the ropes! Phantasm did some damage though, you've got to assume...

Shannan Lerch: I doubt it's anything the Scoutmaster hasn't seen before. I'm willing to bet he's logged a bunch of hours wrestling with boys.

Phantasm goes for an irish whip, Scoutmaster reverses; Scoutmaster hits Phantasm with an atomic drop. The Kid stumbles away on shaky legs. Scoutmaster hits a brutal lariat.

Zach Davis: Scoutmaster puts his weight advantage to work, almost taking Kid Phantasm's head off...

Shannan Lerch: Look at the Scoutmaster. He's barely even broken a sweat! The man's got lots of practice throwing kids around, I'm telling you.

Scoutmaster puts the Kid onto the top turnbuckle and hits a brilliant superplex.

Zach Davis: Scoutmaster puts Kid down with a top rope suplex! Cover... 1...2...NO?!

Shannan Lerch: Kid Phantasm's got that wild look in his eye again, Zach. Either Scoutmaster's got it coming to him now, or Scoutmaster hit him hard enough with that one to make him think he was back in that bingo hall in New Orleans.

Shannan Lerch: I have some wild Mardi Gras stories....

Scoutmaster signals that he's about to put the Kid away; Phantasm kicks him in the forehead as Scoutmaster attempts to grab the Kid's leg. Scoutmaster tries to scoop the Kid up, but Kid flips around behind him... Scoutmaster turns and takes a knee to the chest. Phantasm hooks Scoutmaster's leg, quickly delivering a fisherman buster (Ice Cap).

Zach Davis: Kid Phantasm from out of nowhere with the Ice Cap! This should be the end!

Shannan Lerch: If he can make the cover, anyway...

Zach Davis: He's got it! Kid with the cover...

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match and still WCF PEOPLE'S CHAMPION... KID PHANTASM!

Shannan Lerch: Well, that's one Pantheon member who's retained their title tonight... hopefully my dear sweet Jonny Fly will do the same later on.

Zach Davis: And I'm sure Kid Phantasm is more than hoping Jeff Purse does the same...

Shannan Lerch: ...oh, definitely. Like I said, Zach, that's the face of a man who knows he's getting laid later.

Famine of the Vile vs Logan

The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage begins to play as the lights in the arena begin to strobe. The entrance ramp fills with smoke as Famine makes his way out from the back. He walks forward and stops for a moment before continuing to walk down to the ring as the music continues to play. The crowd boos in unison as the Demon King continues to walk until he gets to the steel steps.

Zach Davis: And here is Famine of the Vile. Member of Monsters, Inc.

THAT'S THE BIGGEST BLACK ASS THAT I'VE EVER SEEN,
AND I LIKE IT!

"I Like It" by Foxy Shazam hits as Logan emerges from the black curtains, quickly coming out and heading down the ramp, hitting ring apron and rolling underneath the bottom rope to pop up onto his feet. The music cuts.

Shannan Lerch: AAANNDDDDDDD LOGAN! Who I have mixed feelings about nowadays thanks to Mr. Jonny Fly.

Famine is about to go on the attack, but Logan grabs a mic.

Logan: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, trashcan. Logan's got some things to say.

BOOO!

Logan: Seth came to me before he booked Blast and he said, "Logan, I need you to do me a favor. I've got this nobody, this guy from Monsters, Inc., and he needs an opponent. Will you wrestle him for me?" And me, being the nice guy that I am-

The crowd boos and laughs.

Logan: I said sure. But... I've changed my mind.

Famine's face looks angry. He mouths "what!?" to the referee.

Logan: You see, you fans are lucky. Instead of seeing me wrestle Famine, you're about to see... THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE DARKSIDE OF TREACHERY!

Shock from the crowd, shock!

Logan: That's right. Seth, Gravedigger and I had a long talk, and we see a lot in this kid. Famine, introducing to you, your new opponent tonight.... TERRRRRRRY ROBERTS!

I Sit On Acid by Lords of Acid hits and the lights dim. Pyro goes off as Terry Roberts steps out from the back, fireworks flying everywhere and Logan clapping. Famine rolls his eyes. Terry heads to the ring and slides in. He shakes Logan's head, who nods and gives him a pat on the bottom. Logan slides out as the bell rings.

Zach Davis: Well.. this match has just gone from Logan versus Famine to Roberts versus Famine!

Famine runs at Roberts, but Roberts ducks it and kicks Famine in the gut. Roberts throws Famine to the ropes and then runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!

Shannan Lerch: From out of nowhere!

The crowd boos as Terry stands up and starts kicking at Famine. Famine slowly starts getting to his feet and Roberts catches him and DDTs him down.

Zach Davis: OOF!

Roberts then sits himself up on the turnbuckle. He waits for Famine to get up... and flies off the top!

Shannan Lerch: Dreamcatcher!

Terry Roberts pins Famine of the Vile, hooking his leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

Zach Davis: Wow! Hot damn.

Shannan Lerch: Terry Roberts picks up the victory!

Terry stands up as Logan enters the ring. The two Darkside of Treachery members pick up Famine and throw him out of the ring. On the outside, Famine clutches his neck in pain.

Zach Davis: Wow. Terry Roberts returns to the company, and is instantly recruited by the Darkside of Treachery.. that has to mean bright things for this man.

Waylon Cash/Doc Henry vs Future Gods Inc.
If The Confederate Menace Wins, Cash Faces Blake Updegraff IV

The opening trumpet riff of "White Trash Renegade blares over the PA systems as red and orange strobe lights flash. Suddenly the strobes stop, and Waylon Cash comes running out onto the entrance ramp. He runs back and forth, illiciting cheers from the crowd on either side before dancing his way towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Waylon runs and jumps onto the second turnbuckle before tossing his hat out into the crowd. He winks at an attractive woman in the crowd before jumping back down to the mat.

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash is looking to end this once and for all... he wants to severely injure Fututre Gods Inc., and Blake Updegraff IV for that matter!

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage, the Confederate Title around his waist. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the rooes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more boos as Mary takes the belt. Mocking them, he sits on the turnbuckle and awaits his opponents...

Shannan Lerch: Doc Henry, a Darkside of Treachery member but also a proud Southerner.

Kyle Steel: In the ring now, the team of Waylon Cash and Doc Henry.. THE CONFEDERATE MENACE!

Blake Updegraff IV struts out from behind the curtain, followed closely by his clients: Benjamin Atreyu, and Gein Spector. Blake throws his hands to the sky, and small green slips of paper begin to fall like confetti. The fans shower the men with boos when they realize the fake hundred dollar bills have Blake's face on them.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by Blake Updegraff IV, Benjamin Atreyu, and Gein Spector: Future Gods Incoporated!

The fans scream for blood as the three men smile. Blake climbs the steps first, and holds the ropes open for his wrestlers. All three men walk to the middle of the ring and revel in the jeers from the crowd as their music dies.

Zach Davis: A lot riding on this match! But the Future Gods are as confident as ever.

The bell sounds, and Waylon Cash is right on the attack. The Future Gods are unprepared as Cash runs at them and Clotheslines them both down. Henry joins him as the Confederate Menace kick at the Future Gods mercilessly!

Shannan Lerch: NOT the way Blake Updegraff IV wanted to see this match start!

Henry picks up Atreyu as Cash picks up Spector. Henry throws Atreyu to the ropes then runs at him, Clotheslining him over and sending both men spilling to the outside. Cash delivers a stiff kick to Atreyu's gut and then executes a Snap DDT!

Zach Davis: OOF!

Cash then grabs Gein's leg and starts kicking at the back of his knees repeatedly. Cash steps backwards, letting Gein stumble up... then runs and hits a Dropkick to Spector's knees, bringing him down again! Cash quickly follows up by putting Spector in a Single Leg Grapevine!

Shannan Lerch: Cash is doing exactly what he said he'd do. He's going after Spector's knees!

Spector does his best to reach towards the ropes... he needs to get out of this hold... in a brief second when the ref isn't looking, Blake grabs Spector's hands and pulls him closer so he can reach!

Zach Davis: Oh come on!

The ref didn't see it, however, and forces Cash to release the hold, which he does. Cash goes to pick Spector up, but Spector trips him as he approaches and sends him headfirst into a turnbuckle. Spector then uses all the strength he has to stumble up and tag in Atreyu!

Shannan Lerch: Here comes the former US Champ!

Atreyu enters the ring and waits for Cash to get up. Once Waylon is to his feet, Atreyu nods and tells him to bring it. Cash runs and goes for a Clothesline, Atreyu ducks it; Cash then goes for a Neckbreaker but Atreyu has it scounted, he elbows Cash in the gut, switches behind him, and delivers a vicious Release German Suplex!

Zach Davis: Beautiful German there! And I don't mean the girl in the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: Thanks to Cash's claims earlier in the week, Atreyu knew he'd be going for the neck, and he knew what to expect there.

Atreyu stomps away at Waylon Cash, mercilessly. Atreyu picks Cash up and shoves him into the turnbuckle before stomping a mudhole in him. He then picks him up, throws him to the opposite corner; Cash hits the turnbuckle front first, stumbles backward; Atreyu bends him down and grabs his arm through his legs, lifts him up, and hits a Pump Handle Slam!

Zach Davis: Another impactful move from Atreyu! The Future Gods are firmly in control now... and look at Blake Updegraff out there, he couldn't be happier.

Atreyu pins Cash, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

No, Cash kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: He's not gonna be an easy man to defeat. Not ever, but ESPECIALLY not tonight.

Atreyu picks Cash up and puts him into a front facelock and brings him over to the FGI corner. Atreyu tags Spector back in. Spector comes in and Atreyu elbows Cash in the head a few times before the Future Gods Inc. hit a Clothesline/Chop Block combination!

Zach Davis: Double teaming! Waylon Cash has got to get Doc Henry into this match...

Immediately, Spector pins Cash, while Atreyu runs interception, making sure Henry doesn't break it up.

One..

Two..

KICKOUT! The crowd pops!

Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash isn't done yet!

Spector stomps at Cash a few times as the crowd begins to get behind him. "WAY-LON CASH! WAY-LON CASH! WAY-LON CASH!" Spector shrugs the crowd off and begins to pick Cash up. However, the crowd is energizing him; he starts punching Spector several times in the gut! The crowd cheers as Cash gets to his feet, he goes for a big Swing but Spector ducks it and in one swift motion, lifts Cash up and drops him with a Brainbuster!

Zach Davis: DAMN!

The crowd "ooooh's!" at the stiff, impactful move, then begins booing as Spector pins his arch nemesis.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! CASH KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Shannan Lerch: I don't believe it!

Spector wraps his arms around Cash's neck and puts him in a Sleeper.

Zach Davis: Let's be honest. The crowd is definitely behind Waylon Cash right now; this is NOT the time to be putting him in a Sleeper... classic mistake.

Indeed, the "WAY-LON CASH! WAY-LON CASH!" chants again begin to sound throughout the arena. But Cash appears to be out. The ref raises his arm.... and it drops. The ref raises it again.... and it drops.

Shannan Lerch: This may not be a fairytale, Zach. This could be it for the Confederate Menace.

The ref raises Cash's arm one more time...

Zach Davis: You may be right, Shannan.... Cash is out.

...NO! HE ISN'T! Cash's arm doesn't fall! Both Blake Updegraff IV's and Gein Spector's eyes go wide as Cash works his way up and elbows his way out of the Sleeper! Cash bounces off the ropes and hits Spector with Flying Forearm, sending Spector reeling back, then throws him to the ropes and executes a Snap Powerslam! Benjamin Spector enters the ring now and runs at Cash, Cash sidesteps him and hits a stiff Sitout Neckbreaker!

Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash is alive, and he's on fire!

With both Future Gods down, Cash tags in Henry! Before Henry enters, he grabs a can of collared greens from out of nowhere and chows down!

Zach Davis: Henry, the Confederate Man!

Shannan Lerch: Oh for Robert E. Lee's sake!

Surprisingly, the crowd pops as Henry enters the ring! The two southerners grab hands and hit Spector with a Linked Clothesline, bringing him down. Atreyu is up, and they hit him with a Linked Clothesline as well. Spector stumbles up again and Henry grabs him and hits a Gambler's Hand!

Zach Davis: GAMBLER'S HAND!

Henry pins Spector, hooking the leg!

...

The ref doesn't count it; he's too busy arguing with Cash to get out of the ring! Cash yells at the ref to count the pin. Meanwhile, Atreyu pulls Henry off of Cash and kicks him square in the balls before pulling Cash to the Future Gods corner and getting onto the apron himself. As Cash finally climbs back onto his apron, the ref turns around to see Atreyu tagging himself in.

Shannan Lerch: Oh come on...

Atreyu comes in and throws Henry to the turnbuckle. He then runs at him and hits him with several elbow strikes. Henry stumbles out and Atreyu hits a European Uppercut, and before Henry goes down Benjamin Atreyu hits the Black Eye Sonata!

Zach Davis: BLACK EYE SONATA! The Future Gods have it!

Updegraff's eyes light up as Atreyu pins Henry.

One.

Two.

No! Henry kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: SO CLOSE!

Zach Davis: What a match this has been!

Atreyu stomps viciously at Henry before dragging him back into the Future Gods corner and tagging Spector back in. Spector picks Henry up and throws him to the ropes, as Atreyu runs to the ropes himself.

Shannan Lerch: They're going to put Doc Henry away! Benji is going to hit a Roaring Elbow, Spector a Spinebuster.... Food for the Gods!

As Henry hits the ropes, Waylon Cash reaches and tags himself in. Spector hits Henry with the Spinebuster as Atreyu connects with the Roaring Elbow!

Zach Davis: There it is! Food for the Gods!

Spector pins Henry, but the ref doesn't count it, as Henry isn't the legal man, though the Gods don't realize it. Cash enters the ring and Atreyu goes for a Clothesline, Cash ducks it and hits him with a High Dropkick, sending him flying over the top. Spector stands up, not quite realizing what is going on, and Cash kicks him in the gut and hits a Double Arm Brainbuster!

Shannan Lerch: KILLSHOT!

Waylon Cash pins Gein Spector, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Zach Davis: THAT'S IT! THEY'VE DONE IT!

Shannan Lerch: THE CONFEDERATE MENACE HAS DEFEATED FUTURE GODS INC.!

The crowd roars in approval! Outside the ring, Blake Updegraff's eyes have dropped; he can't believe it.

Zach Davis: This isn't good for Blake Updegraff IV... not at all.

Shannan Lerch: You can say that again.

Cash urges the ref to ring the bell and start the next match as soon as possible. Henry slides out of the ring, pulling Spector with him; he then grabs Blake and rolls him in. The ref calls for the bell.

Zach Davis: HERE WE GO!

Waylon Cash vs Blake Updegraff IV

Cash grins from ear to ear as Blake scurries back into the corner, begging Cash to have mercy. Cash thinks about it.... and sticks out his hand.

Shannan Lerch: Cash, having compassion, maybe?

Zach Davis: I don't think so, Shannan. And I doubt even Blake believes it, but at this point he doesn't have much choice.

Blake gets up, still a little scared, but as Zach said, he has no choice. But as Blake approaches to shake Cash's hand, Cash runs at him and hits a Running Knee!

Shannan Lerch: I knew it!

Still smiling, Cash grabs Blake's legs and wraps him in a Texas Cloverleaf! Blake taps instantly!

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash has enacted his revenge!

Cash's music hits as Henry meets him in the ring, shaking his hand. Cash climbs up the turnbuckle to huge applause, as Spector and Atreyu pull Blake out of the ring. The Future Gods Inc. members backpeddle up the ramp, Spector clutching his Hardcore Title.

Shannan Lerch: Now, hopefully Waylon Cash can move on to bigger and better things, after finally defeating his tormentors.

Zach Davis: And the Future Gods will surely go on to torturing someone else...

Television Title No DQ Match
Steve Orbit vs Odin Balfore

Shannan Lerch: Next up live, is a match that culminates a month long situation between two WCF superstars.

Zach Davis: Situation, that's a good word for it. "The Mack" Steve Orbit and Odin Balfore want to destroy each other tonight.

"Flashlight" by Parlaiment Funkadelic plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: Here comes "The Mack" Steve Orbit and of course his manager Golden Joey.

The arena goes dark and a pink strobe light flashes throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit and Golden Joey appear at the top of the aisle. Steve walks ahead of Golden Joey, talking to girls who mostly give him disgusted looks, which he is oblivious to and continues blowing kisses and making rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to Golden Joey. He continues to "flirt" with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring.

Shannan Lerch: The Mack has been trying to get back at Odin for attacking him last month in Mexico...

Zach Davis: Yeah, so far he has been unsuccessful, losing two matches against Odin AND the WCF Television championship title.

Shannan Lerch: Well he has one last chance for revenge tonight.

“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage.The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

The fans pop insanly right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before steping over the ropes..

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...

Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumpt. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.

Crowd: The battle is.. already won!

Shannan Lerch: Odin looks confident as ever.

Zach Davis: He's already beaten Orbit twice, why wouldn't he be confident.

As Odin enters the ring, Orbit immediately rushes him and starts laying in with right hands.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit couldn't even wait for the bell.

Shannan Lerch: It's no DQ, he can do whatever he wants.

Orbit grabs Odin by the hair and delivers two headbutts back to back. Odin falls to a knee, but quickly raises himself up. He starts to jab back at Orbit, and they trade blows in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: Well, this is exactly what Steve Orbit asked for, a brawl.

The two men lock up, Orbit gets one of Odin's arms locked, and uses his free elbow to work on Odin's shoulder with elbow smashes. Odin uses his leg to sweep Orbit to the mat, breaking the arm lock.

Shannan Lerch: Smart move by the Maverick, breaking the hold.

Odin grabs ahold of Orbit and whips him to the ropes, but Orbit holds onto the top rope and stops. They stare each other down and begin to circle each other. They lock up, Odin takes Orbit down with a snap mare. He starts clubbing Orbit's chest from behind. Orbit gets to his feet, but Odin wraps his arms around him from behind and...

Zach Davis: German suplex by Odin Balfore!

Shannan Lerch: Odin has been able to use his strength to his advantage in every match with the Mack.

Odin begins stomping Orbit, not letting him get up off the mat. Eventually Orbit gets to a knee and hits a low blow, and with Odin doubled over he follows with a leaping DDT. With Odin on the mat, Orbit climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Odin rushes to the corner and knocks Orbit off the turnbuckle, and outside the ring!

As Orbit slowly gets up, Odin slides under the bottom rope to ringside. Orbit swings but misses, and Odin shoves him back to the ground. As Orbit gets back up, Odin grabs him by the neck with both hands...

Zach Davis: Odin throws Orbit into the ringside barricade! By the throat!

Shannan Lerch: This is not looking good for the Mack.

Odin grabs Orbit by the seat of his shorts and runs him headfirst into the barricade once... and again. Orbit falls to the floor face down.

Zach Davis: As I said, this is what Steve Orbit asked for. This is what he wanted.

Shannan Lerch: I'm not so sure this is exactly what he hoped was gonna happen tonight.

Orbit starts to get back to his feet, with Odin taunting him, telling him to get up and fight. He grabs Orbit and pushes him back towards the ring. As he goes to push Orbit back into the ring, Orbit hits him dead between the eyes with a back elbow. Orbit turns around and...

Shannan Lerch: PIMP SLAP! There he is!

Orbit quickly grabs Odin and whips him towards the aisle. He keeps Odin on the mat by kicking him in the head as they move down the aisle towards the arena exit.

Zach Davis: The ring is the other way, guys.

Shannan Lerch: The ring doesn't mean anything in this match, they can fight on the roof if they want to.

Close to the exit, Orbit is still keeping Odin grounded with kicks and knees to the back and head. Odin eventually manages to get a good shot into Orbit's gut, and get back to his feet. They continue to brawl as they head out the exit.

Zach Davis: Where are they going?

The titantron picks up the fight for the fans in the arena as the camera follows them into the hallway. Orbit shoves Odin through a door into a supply closet.

Shannan Lerch: Odin just tripped over a mop bucket.

Odin grabs a mop handle, turns around and cracks Orbit in the back with it. Orbit arches his back in pain, and...

Zach Davis: Oh my God!

Shannan Lerch: Odin broke the mop in half over Steve Orbit's head!

Odin grabs Orbit and pushes his head towards the inside of the mop bucket. Orbit holds onto the bucket with both hands, resisting.

Zach Davis: I hope that water is clean!

Odin pushes harder and harder as Orbit resists, but his face gets closer and closer to the water. Odin drops an elbow to the back of Orbit's head, and Orbit can't resist anymore and his head goes into the water.

Zach Davis: Odin is gonna drown him!

Odin lifts Orbit's head out of the water, letting him catch a quick breath, and then dunks him again. Odin does this again... and again.

Shannan Lerch: Odin rears back with an open palm.

Zach Davis: Pimp slap of his own, the old school way.

Orbits tumbles over onto his side as Odin goes to pick him up, Orbit reaches over into another bucket and throws some sort of powder at Balfore.

Zach Davis: What the hell was that? Thats some sort of chemical powder. That pink powder, what ever it is, it has to be highly corrosive an it's right in Odins eyes.

Shannan Lerch: Odins just screaming in pain.

Odin rushes out of the closet and starts thrashing about the hallway, stumbling into a vending machine with the little vision that he has left and frantically starts pushing the buttons in hopes that it'll work.

Zach Davis: Try as he might, Odins not gonna get anywhere like that

Shannan Lerch: WAIT!

WHAM!

Out of no where Steve Orbit smashes into Odin with a thunderous spear. Odins seven foot frame destroys the face of the vending machine as the impact causes it to wobble and teeter . Orbit gets himself out of the way as Odin tries to pull himself out from the hole he created in the machine.

Shannan Lerch: Whats Orbit doing?

Zach Davis: He's trying to crush Odin under the vending machine.

Shannan Lerch: Odin can't even see. I doubt he even knows where he is right about now

Zach Davis: Oh god, Steve, Steve... Please.. Please don't do it.

Shannan Lerch: That things gotta weight over seven hundred pounds.

CRUSH!

Zach Davis: Get the EMT'S!

Shannan Lerch: that vending machine just fell on top pf Odin Balfore! he might be a big guy but still, that's a lot of the human body.

The vending machine falls on Odin as soda can pop out in every direction. Orbit picks up a can and cracks it open.

Steve Orbit: Whats that Balfore; can't see ? let me help ya with that.

Steve Orbit pours out the can of soda over Balfores eyes. Odin struggles to get away from it but can't. Orbit cracks open another can as he stands on top of the of the vending machine and does it again, calling for the ref to come and count the pin.

Shannan Lerch: I don't think it counts, does it count? His shoulders are down.

Zach Davis: If you hit a man with a car, does that count as a pin?

The ref determines at its not a pin attempt because Steve Orbit is NOT in contact with Odin Balfore. Odin's still screams in pain as he's pined by the vending machine.

Steve Orbit: How's it feel Balfore?

Odin grips the edges of the machine and tries to put all of his strength into it.

Shannan Lerch: That's gotta be like a thousand pounds.

Zach Davis: he's got his feet under it now, he's pressing the machine Orbit on top of it.

Shannan Lerch: Orbits jumping up and down, he's trying to crush Odin again.

Zach Davis: Now Odins got his shoulder in on it. He's at one knee..

WHAM!

Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!!

Zach Davis: Odin just pancaked Steve Orbit against the wall with the vending machine.

Odin barley rolls out of the way as the vending machine comes crashing down again as he collapses, draping an arm across Orbit.

The pin..

1..

2..

Zach Davis: NOO !! Orbit with the shoulder up!

Shannan Lerch: These guys are gonna kill each other.

Both men lay on the ground, barely moving. The camera briefly shows the destruction they have caused, until Odin begins to show signs of life.

Zach Davis: I don't know how much longer this can go on.

Odin gets up and begins to stumble down the hallway towards the arena. Orbit begins to creep up behind him, crawling on his hands and knees. He grabs one of Odin's feet, causing him to fall down face first. Orbit still doesn't have the energy to get up, and both men are once again on the ground, sprawled out in the hallway.

Shannan Lerch: Well, someone has to win this match.

Zach Davis: Not if they're both in a coma.

After a few more moments, both men make it to their feet. It's obvious that this match has taken a huge toll on both of them. They each lean on the wall on opposite sides of the hallway, keeping their eye on each other. Suddenly at the same time, they both lunge at each other and lock up in the middle of the hallway.

Shannan Lerch: I don't believe they're still going.

Orbit gets Odin in a side headlock. He charges into a door marked "Authoried Personnel Only", as the door opens it appears to be some type of electrical room with a lot of wires and flashing lights. Orbit charges Odin headfirst into an electrical box, sparks fly around the room and the lights in the room and the hallway cut out.

Zach Davis: They're gonna take this whole building down with them!

We hear them rustling around in the room, and then all of a sudden

BANG

The lights flicker on and sparks fly everywhere as both men are launched out of the room. Orbit lands half on top of Odin and the ref runs to position.

Shannan Lerch: They both just flew ten feet in the air!

Zach Davis: Talk about a Blast! ... sorry. Here's the ref!

1...

2...

Zach Davis: NEW TV CHAM-- NO!!!!

Shannan Lerch: Odin kicks out, I don't believe it!

The gigantic shock apparently gave both men their second wind as they start to brawl getting back to their feet. As they trade blows, Odin reaches for an extension cord hanging on the wall and starts to whip Orbit with it.

Shannan Lerch: That is leaving WELTS on Orbit's skin, gross!

Orbit falls to his knees and puts his arms over his head to shield himself. Odin continues to whip Orbit, and...

Zach Davis: Odin is trying to wrap the cord around Orbit's neck!

Shannan Lerch: Orbit is resisting but Odin is just too powerful even after all he's been through tonight.

Odin wraps the cord tight around Orbit's neck. Orbit tries to yell in pain but it just comes out as a gurgle. Odin tightens the cord and begins to drag Orbit down the hall, towards the arena.

Odin Balfore: I'm gonna finish you in the ring.

Shannan Lerch: He's using the extension cord as a leash and dragging the Mack back to the ring!

Orbit is kicking his legs and using his hands to try to loosen the cord as he is being dragged by Odin back into the arena and down the ramp towards the ring.

Odin Balfore: Come on,Toby!

Odin jerks at the cord and pulls it tight over his shoulder like some deranged santa clause as Orbit kicks up, trying to free himself. They make it through the curtain and down the ramp as Orbit nearly strangles himself unconscious as he does a death roll to free himself. Rolling off the ramp an away from Odin, Orbit rips the cord off from his neck. Odin turns around and takes a few steps, reaching for Orbit.

Shannan Lerch: Orbits free.

Zach Davis: Good, we can't get a law suit from the NAACP.

Thinking quick, Orbit uses the cord against Odin by snaring his foot, tripping him. Odin cracks his head off the steel ramp way. Orbit hops up on the ramp and starts laying the boots to Odin . Odin tries to get up but gets repeatedly kicked in the gut, fliping and rolling down the ramp. He stumps back up to his feet as Orbit chases after him, spearing him into the apron.

Shannan Lerch: Odin nearly got folded in half !

Orbit starts to look under the ring and finds a chair. he sets it up right in front of Odin and stops on it as Odin tries to breath through badly damaged ribs.. ...

Shannan Lerch: Pimp Slap! neck Breaker right through that steel chair. PIN HIM!

Orbit collects the chair and readies himself for a swing.

Zach Davis: He just wants to punish Odin.

Odin starts to get up as Orbit runs towards him with the chair but Odin dlides into the ring. Odin gets up runs across the ring an off the ropes as Orbit gets into the ring...

Zach Davis: Big boot!

Shannan Lerch: Is that Golden Joey? He came back to ring side.

Odin makes the pin..

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit kicks out again!

Odin picks Orbit up for a punning power slam but Golden Joey distracts him from ringside. Odin responds by heaving Orbit over the ropes on top of Joey, knocking him out of his wheelchair.

Zach Davis: Oh God, this is ugly.

Odin stands in the ring and watches as Orbit sets the wheelchair back up and helps Joey back into it.

Golden Joey: Get back in the mother fuckin' ring Steve!

Orbit nods and turns around...

Shannan Lerch: Odin off the apron with a double axehandle.

Orbit hits the floor once again. Golden Joey starts yelling at Odin, distracting him again.

Zach Davis: Orbit is feeling around underneath the ring... what does he have now

Odin turns around and walks back towards Orbit who is playing possum, half of his body underneath the ring. As he comes closer...

WOOOOSH

Shannan Lerch: Orbit's got a fire extinguisher!

Orbit lets off one quick blast from the fire extinguisher covering Odin's face and upper body with the white foam. Orbit tosses the fire extinguisher into the ring as Odin wipes the foam from his face.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit rolling Odin back into the ring.

They both get back into the ring. Orbit grabs the fire extinguisher, hits Odin in the gut, and then CRACKS him in the head with it and Odin collapses to the mat.

Shannan Lerch: Orbit with the pin, I really hope this match is over.

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NOOO!!!

Zach Davis: I don't believe it, somehow Odin gets a shoulder up. This is complete insanity.

A very dazed Steve Orbit picks up the fire extinguisher once again, and heads to the corner, climbing the turnbuckles.

Shannan Lerch: Orbit on the top turnbuckle with the fire extinguisher as Odin gets up on one knee...

CRACK!

Zach Davis: Orbit flies off the top and smashes Odin in the head, another pin attempt...

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2...

THREE!!!

Shannan Lerch: STEVE ORBIT WINS!!! Steve Orbit regains the WCF Television Championship!

"Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: Yes, after the most brutal match in recent memory, "The Mack" Steve Orbit has finally defeated Odin Balfore.

Orbit and Odin are both laid out on the mat. The ref grabs the TV belt and tries to hand it to Orbit, Orbit is seen mouthing to the ref "did I win". He slowly gets back up to a knee, smiling with blood on his teeth. Odin lays on his back holding his head with both hands and wincing.

Tag Team Titles Ladder Match
Johnny Reb/Kira Sakazaki vs Bishop/Priest vs Ryan Blake/Michael Santiago

" King Of My World " fills the arena as the light is drained. The pyro goes off that illuminates the arena. As the music climaxes The Alliance members Ryan Blake and Michael Santiago appear at the top of the stage, they slowly make their way down to the ring, while taunting the fans. Once inside they climb opposite turnbuckles and gesture to the crowd before meeting in the middle of the ring and doing their signature "Alliance" taunt.

Bishop and Priest ccme to the ramp as JOHN by lil wayne play they walk down together by go different ring post and walk in together and climb over the ropes.

Zach Davis: Here are Bishop and Priest, as well as Ryan Blake and Michael Santiago, from the D.o.T. and the Alliance, respectively.

Shannan Lerch: And coming up, the winners of the Trios Cup Tournament....

The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.

"IN YOUR POSITION, SET!!"

BOOM!!! Pyro explodes.... Crowd going crazy when they hear Kira's theme song played.

Zach Davis: WOOO!!! Look at the crowds, Shannan! they're going wild when they hear Kira's theme song.

Shannan Lerch: ....but, after Kira's incident with his girlfriend, errr.... i mean his sister, Haruna a moments ago, can Kira compete in this match?

Zach Davis: are you stupid? his music just played which means he's able to face his important title match....

Shannan Lerch: .....and now, where is he?

And Shannan was right, Kira hasn't appeared yet until Kira's music stops. a few minutes later, Kyle Steel's cellphone ringing. looks like he's just receiving a message from someone.

Kyle Steel: I just receiving a message from Kid Phantasm that due to Kira Sakazaki's current condition, Kira Sakazaki is unable to compete in this match.....

Crowd: WHAT?!

Kyle Steel: .....and the Official decided not to replace him with anybody....

Crowd: WHAT?!

Kyle Steel: .....which means, Johnny Reb must fight in this match without a partner!!!

Crowd: WHAT??!!

Zach Davis: WHAT??!!

Shannan Lerch: WHAT??!!

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb.... must struggle to get those title belts by himself? can he win this?

Shannan Lerch: and, if Reb wins, will both of those titles belongs to him?

Although Johnny Reb already know this, the future is already changed. he don't know what is going to happen next, as Bishop, Priest, Ryan Blake and Michael Santiago smiles upon him. and the match start!!

Zach Davis: Well, here we go!

All four men run at the Trios Cup winner and Reb is hit with a barrage of kicks.

Shannan Lerch: The team of the Big Dick Superstars have gone from three to one.. Chad Evans succumbing to injury, and Kira to, the mental torture from Monsters, Inc... can Johnny Reb overcome?

Bishop and Blake throw Reb out of the ring. And, easy as that, The Alliance and Bishop and Priest begin brawling. Blake with Bishop, Santiago with Priest. Bishop and Priest get the advantage due to their size and throw the Alliance members to the ropes, they then run at them and Clothesline them over the top!

Zach Davis: Bishop and Priest, tall standing they are!

Bishop and Priest turn around, only to get a ladder thrown at them by Johnny Reb! However, the huge duo catches the ladder. Reb runs, Springboards off the rope and turns and Dropkicks the ladder right into them!

Shannan Lerch: Ouch! Bishop and Priest eat ladder!

They go flying out of the ring, but not before Reb catches the ladder. Reb quickly sets it up and begins climbing to the top.

Zach Davis: About three years ago, Reb lost a ladder match at Blast involving Torture and Dake Ken, only to beat Dake Ken one month later for the World Title.

As Reb climbs up, Blake slides into the ring and quickly runs up the ladder. He grabs Reb, quickly, and Suplexes him over the ladder! Reb hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring, holding his back in pain.

Shannan Lerch: ..oof.. big move right off the bat.

Blake stands up as Michael Santiago enters the ring. Blake begins climbing up the ladder as a brief "UWA!" chant breaks out. However, Bishop and Priest re-enter the ring, clubbing Santiago from behind and spinning him around. They both grab his throat and lift him up with a Double Chokeslam!

Zach Davis: Ouch!

And next, Bishop positions his back against the ladder, grabbing Blake and Clotheslining him down onto the mat! The fans boo as both Bishop and Priest begin to climb the ladder.

Shannan Lerch: Huh? They're BOTH climbing up?

Zach Davis: Makes sense! They can assist each other, and if anyone wants to stop them from winning, they need to take down both of them at once.

Both Bishop and Priest reach near the top of the ladder and begin reaching for the Tag Titles. However, Reb is on the apron. He Springboards off the ropes and Dropkicks the ladder!, Bishop and Priest spill off the ladder and to the outside, crashing down to the mat!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Reb grabs the ladder and as he sees Santiago and Blake entering the ring, he decides to channel the one and only Terry Funk. Reb puts the ladder on his shoulders and begins spinning around. Santiago and Blake run into the ladder first, crashing into it and falling down, rolling back out of the ring. Bishop and Priest, tough as nails, reenter the ring, only to get hit with Reb's ladder, still spinning. Once Bishop and Priest are down and out, Reb sets up the ladder and begins climbing.

Shannan Lerch: Here Reb goes again!

Reb gets to the top, and begins reaching for the Tag Team Titles...

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb worked so hard to win the Trios Cup Tournament, can he now win the Tag Team Titles all by himself!?

No, Santiago wills himself to get back in the ring. He begins struggling up the ladder. Reb looks down and once Santiago is close enough, Reb bends down and begins beating on him. Santiago blocks one shot and hits Reb with a shot of his own, and Reb reels back. Santiago gets all the way up and the two begin trading blows. Santiago hits Reb with an especially hard hit to the head, then grabs him and tucks his head under his arm.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh...

Santiago flies off the top with a DDT, spiking Reb down to the mat!

Zach Davis: Oh my GOD!

Shannan Lerch: Santiago may have broken Reb's neck!

Santiago sets the ladder back up as Blake reenters the ring. He begins climbing. Bishop tries to enter, but Santiago runs at him and hits a Missile Dropkick, sending the big man flying back and into the guardrail.

Zach Davis: Blake is getting closer..

Priest tries to enter, but Santiago runs at him too, with another Dropkick. Priest flies back.

Shannan Lerch: I hate to say it but this has to be it! The Alliance has to be picking up the victory here!

Blake reaches for the belt... but the belt is lifted higher into the arena! He can't reach it!

Zach Davis: OH COME ON!

Blake curses. There is no way he can reach it by standing at his current spot on the ladder. He takes a deep breath and gets up onto the very tippy top, the TOP of the ladder, not even a rung.

Shannan Lerch: Oh my God... if Blake slips, he can break his neck..

Reb tries to enter the ring now and Santiago runs at him, but Reb is onto his game. Reb sidesteps Santiago and grabs his leg, pulling him out. Wasting no time, Reb slides into the ring and grabs the ladder, shaking it so Blake falls..

Zach Davis: Oh my-

..as Blake falls, Reb catches his neck and brings him down with a Cutter!

Zach Davis: -GOD!

The crowd chants HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!, of course. But Reb isn't done. He kicks Blake out of the ring. Santiago slides back in and goes for a Clothesline but Reb ducks it and Clotheslines Santiago back out of the ring. Santiago hits the ropes and flies out. Reb is about to fly out before Bishop and Priest come back in. They both run at him and hit him with stiff Big Boots, right to his face, simultaneously!

Shannan Lerch: Ouch! They just knocked Reb's head off!

Reb flies back and hits his back on the turnbuckle, slumping over. Bishop begins climbing up while Priest stomps at Reb in the corner.

Zach Davis: Bishop and Priest, using their power to their advantage. That's for sure. And, uh, their connection with Seth Lerch, for sure.

As Bishop climbs, the belt suddenly lowers.

Shannan Lerch: Looks like they've fixed that technical malfunction.

Zach Davis: ...heh, yeah...

Bishop reaches, almost grabbing the Titles. He reaches against...

Shannan Lerch: Bishop and Priest have done it!

But no!, Bishop's hand slips, not quite grabbing the belt!

Zach Davis: SO CLOSE..

And the Alliance re-enters the ring. Blake and Santiago run and hit Priest with Double Dropkicks, sending him flying out of the ring and crashing on top of FutuReb. They then grab the ladder and tip it over, calling Bishop to fall and land on top of those two men!

Shannan Lerch: YEESH. This is it! The Alliance has it!

Santiago stays on the lookout as Blake begins climbing up. He gets to the top, reaches...

Zach Davis: So close....

And grabs the belts!

Shannan Lerch: Holy crap! I don't believe it.

Zach Davis: NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

The bell rings as Blake drops down, holding the belts in hand. He hands one belt to Santiago, and the ref raises both of their arms. From outside the ring, Reb escapes from the pile of Bishop and Priest, looking up with regret in his eyes.

Shannan Lerch: And who knows how this affects the future...

Zach Davis: Odin Balfore may have lost the TV Title, but The Alliance picks up the Tag Team Titles tonight by defeating the DoT's Bishop and Priest, and the Trios Cup Tournament winners- ... well, winner.

Blake and Santiago slide out of the ring and begin heading to the back.

Dogpound Match
Adam Young vs Corey Black

WCF officials are out in full force as the giant cell lowers from the roof of the arena. It sits snug against the guard railing. One ref opens the door and holds the chain and key in hand as the combatants make their entrances.

"Super Villain" by Powerman 5000 starts playing as a single white light hits the entrance. Serenity steps out and motions towards the back. Out steps Adam in a camo "Villain" t-shirt with a skull with a yellow rose in its mouth and black wrestling tights with red "Villain" on each side. Around his waist is the Texas Heavyweight championship belt. Adam slowly walks down to the ring, getting an eyefull of the structure he is faced with tonight. Serenity stays on the stage and eventually goes to the back, leaving Adam alone inside the cage. He checks the side before sliding into the ring to an unfavorable reaction from the crowd.

Zach Davis: I'd say about eighty percent of this crowd wants to see Adam Young's insides tonight.

Shannan Lerch: Not I, Zach. LET'S GO VILLAIN!

BOOM explosion of pyro. BOOM BOOM two more. Lights are now out. A video begins on the Jumbotron, a music video. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhmSq5mTG1o&feature=g-sptl&cid=inp-hs-fus-03) "Bloodlines" by Dethklok is on right now, and out from the back walks Corey Black to a thunderous ovation.

Zach Davis: A triumphant return to the WCF ring for Hall of Famer Corey Black!

Corey walks down to the ring as the flighting lights of the tron and Dethklok light up the arena. Corey enters the cage itself, and rolls into the ring, where he and Adam Young meet face to face for the first time in God knows how long. Neither man is saying a word, just cold stares. A ref comes into the ring as the song and tron are shut off, and the house lights are brought up. The ref hands both men a dog collar, and holds the ten foot chain in his hand as the combatants attach the collars. As they finish, the chain itself is linked to their necks, and the bell is rung!

Shannan Lerch: And the violence begins!

Both men back up and stretch the chain to its limit. A tugging match with their necks ensues as the crowd builds anticipation. A few moments of this happens until they come to blows! Both men charge to the center of the ring and unleash with blow after blow! The crowd builds and builds as the hits get harder and harder! Finally Adam delivers a quick kick to the ribs, followed by tossing Corey over the top rope and to the floor! Adam has to go over the top to chase because of the chain.

Zach Davis: Early brutality.

Adam takes Corey and throws him back first into the cage. Then again. Adam picks Corey up in a spinebuster position and throws him into the ringpost! Corey Black stumbles forward and is taken into the ring. Inside, Adam picks Corey up and drops him with a suplex, followed by knee drop to the torso. A quick pin..

1!

2!

Nooo, Corey kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: It's been all Adam Young here in the early going.

Zach Davis: Not surprisingly, either. This is his playground, so to speak.

Adam Young picks Corey up and tries to whip him into the turnbuckle, but CD reverses and wraps the chain around his arm as Adam is shot to the buckle. Corey yanks on the chain and rips Adam Young down to the mat by his dog collar! Adam hits the mat violently, and Corey hits a falling dropkick to the back of the head to keep Young down! Adam gets up anyway, and catches Corey coming in off a crossbody attempt. Young slams Black down to the mat while dropping to his knees, adding extra force.

Shannan Lerch: Ha, look at poor little CD. He can't mount any offense at all.

Adam Young rolls to the floor and grabs a steel chair, and the crowd pops a bit. Adam slides in and BLAMO slams the chair across the back of CD, who was trying to stand. Adam opens the chair and puts it next to CD, who is again trying to stand. Adam helps him up and into a powerbomb, but Corey grabs the chain and rakes it across Adam's eyes! He drops CD, who jumps off the chair and over the top rope, bringing Adam forward with the dog collar and hits the top rope! With Adam stunned, CD gets up to the apron and leaps to the top rope in a front flip, landing on Adam's shoudlers looking for a Dragonrana, but gets a big powerbomb into the turnbuckle! CD hits the buckle hard, and comes out stumbling into Adam, who belly to belly suplexes CD over and into the chair, bending it in half!

Zach Davis: Jesus Christ what a counter!

Shannan Lerch: Adam Young is on fire!

No pin from Young, though, as he continues his attack. Climbing up to the top rope and coming down with a big splash! The torso area is Adam's obvious focal point in this match. And now Adam grabs the chain and begins whipping CD's back with it! Slamming the steel links into Corey's back and midsection. A pin, finally.

1!

2!

NO kickout! Big pop from the crowd, anger from Adam Young.

Shannan Lerch: Ugh, Adam can't even keep him down for three, what makes him think Corey will stay down for ten more counts after?

Frustration rising from Adam Young, who tries to unmangle the chair he tossed Corey on earlier. He does it enough and nails CD right in the head with it! Corey doesn't go down, though. He asks for another! And Adam obliges! Still not going down, the crowd building, Corey asks for one more shot. Adam Young winds up and knocks Corey Black's head out of the fucking park. An absolutely vile chair shot that sends CD crumbling to the mat and taking all the energy from the crowd with him. Adam picks CD's lifeless corpse from the mat and tosses him over the top rope again, this time pulling on the chain and hanging CD. A classic dog collar match move!

Shannan Lerch: Look at Corey kick for the floor! He's done!

Corey taps out to save himself. He lands on his feet and clutches the cage, not going down,and the ref can't count the deathmatch portion!

Zach Davis: Absolutely genius. Corey Black tapped out quickly to save himself, as the match won't end on a decision alone! Wow.

Adam Young is straight pissed off. A loophole in his gameplan has been exploited. Even after getting crushed with the chair, Corey Black is leanding on the cage outside the ring, laughing at Adam Young in the ring. Two middle fingers come from Corey, straight to Adam's face, as the crowd explodes. Adam challenges Corey to get back in the ring, but first he looks under the skirt.. and pulls out a bunch of weapons, sliding them into the ring before groggily getting to the apron and almost falling over the top rope. Corey walks over to Adam Young and just slaps him right in the face.

Shannan Lerch: What the hell is he doing?

Adam Young flips the fuck out and uppercuts Corey Black, laying him out. Adam climbs to the middle rope, leaps to the top, and flies off with the best moonsault ever! NO COREY ROLLS! PULLS THE CHAIN! ADAM YOUNG LANDS SO VERY HARD ON HIS SHOULDERS/NECK!

Shannan Lerch: JESUS CHRIST!

Zach Davis: It was all a distraction!

Adam is whirly, no idea what is going on. Corey has him sitting on the mat, modified abdominal stretch, and raining elbows down onto Adam's head! Adam isn't giving it up though! Blow after blow!

Zach Davis: He's not quitting!

Corey stops for a split second to wrap the chain around his arm and CONTINUES ELBOWING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ADAM YOUNG! He's fading... he's fading... THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL! ADAM YOUNG IS OUT!

Shannan Lerch: Good lord what is happening here? The ref has a ten count, if Adam Young cannot answer he's lost the match!

The ref begins counting!

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2...

3...

4...

Amazingly, Adam Young is stirring...

5...

6...

7...

On his stomach now, somehow...

8...

To his knees?!

9...

AND ADAM YOUNG IS TO HIS FEET! He does the "bring it on" motion to a stunned Corey Black, who Roaring Elbows Adam Young to hell! FIGHTING. FUCKING. SPIRIT. Adam Young shakes it off, slams the mat, and gets back to his feet!

Zach Davis: What in the hell?!

ROARING ELBOW WITH THE CHAIN ON THE ELBOW BY COREY BLACK! Adam Young hits the mat hard. Corey pins, it is academic.

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3.

The ref pulls Corey off Adam, and begins counting the Deathmatch portion. There is nothing left in Adam Young.

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Corey rests against the turnbuckle, not quite as cocky as last time, watching Young intently.

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9....

Shannan Lerch: NO! NO! GET UP ADAM YOUNG, GET UP!

10.

Zach Davis: Corey Black has done it!

Corey's music hits and he hastily grabs the Texas Title and exits the ring. Young barely comes to, looking up with hatred in his eyes.

Shannan Lerch: Black has won tonight, but do he and Young have another match left in them at XIII?

Zach Davis: Only time will tell.

Black backs up the ramp with the Texas Title, putting it over his shoulder and smiling wide as he disappears to the back.

Joel Hall Segment

We see Joel Hall walking out from the WCF arena. He has just finished changing his clothes and is ready to hit the town. However, he looks to emotionless to be excited to go to the club.

He finally gets to his Yellow Ducati motorcycle and starts to tune up the engine.

Suddenly, he hears a noise.

Joel Hall: Hello?

No response. He starts getting paranoid. Slowly, he gets on the bike and puts on his helmet. In the clear, he rides off out of the compound.

Finally when he leaves, a mysterious, brown haired girl comes out from behind a car.

Girl: Joel...

The scene cuts back to WCF ringside.

United States Title Match
Nathan von Liebert vs Jeff Purse
Nightmare on the Line

Shannan Lerch: This is going to be an interesting match, to say the least.

Zach Davis: I know we have a four-way match for the World Title next, but no match has greater implications that this one right here.

Shannan Lerch: That’s right, Zach. If Jeff Purse can successfully defend his United States Title, he’ll also win his tag-team partner Kid Phantasm’s girlfriend Nightmare back.

The camera pans to the titantron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.

"No, go away!

Leave me alone!"

Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.

"Don't you come in here!

I don't want you here.!"

The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.

"No, No, No, NO!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as he’s announced.

Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert looks focused, ready to go tonight. I’m just not sure what he wants more; to win the United States Title or to keep Nightmare all to himself.

Shannan Lerch: ...and by himself I assume you mean with Oblivion.

Zach Davis: Uh, yeah.

"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.

"You can sound the alarm
you can call out your guards
you can fence in your yard
you can pull all the cards
but I won't back down
oh no I won’t back down
oh no"

At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.

"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what I do, I do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming F that yeah super ill"

Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him

"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
listen garden tool don't make me introduce you to my power tool
you know the *beeping* drill"

He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He hands over his United States title to the referee and the contest is ready to begin.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Zach Davis: Here we go! Can Jeff Purse save Nightmare, or is NvL going to leave as the new United States Champion?

The ref calls for the bell as the two men stand across the ring from each other. Nathan stares across the ring at Purse with an evil smile on his face. NvL tells Jeff to bring it and the United States Champion doesn’t disappoint. Jeff rushes NvL and slides under his legs, coming up behind him. He spins NvL around and starts laying stiff shots to Nathan’s chest. NvL answers back with a knee to the before choke tossing Jeff across the ring.

NvL walks towards Jeff to grab him again but Jeff comes at him with an uppercut, busting up Nathan’s lip. NvL staggers back wipes the blood from his lip then clenches his fist.

Shannan Lerch: Looks like Purse just drew some blood!

The sight of his own blood enrages NvL, and he charges at Jeff and clotheslines him over the ropes. Purse hits the mat on the outside and the referee begins to count him out as Nathan looks on from the ropes.

1…

2...

3…

Jeff Purse quickly gets back up onto the apron and NvL holds the ropes up for him to enter back into the ring.

Shannan Lerch: What is this? NvL growing a soft spot?

Zach Davis: Not a chance in the world.

Jeff cautiously enters the ring.

Shannan Lerch: You were saying?

Before NvL can get up from the ropes, Jeff turns around and cracks him right in the face.

Shannan Lerch: Looks like Purse decided to take the initiative there.

NvL drops to one knee and Purse keeps throwing punches, trying to knock Nathan all the way onto the ground. Finally, NvL catches one of Jeff’s right hands and shoves him away. Purse comes back and scoops up NvL and takes him down to the mat. Purse climbs to the top rope and waits for NvL to get back up to his feet. Purse jumps off and catches NvL with a cross body.

Zach Davis: Jeff Purse going for an early cover!

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KICK OUT!!

Shannan Lerch: That kickout had some authority to it. Nathan von Liebert isn’t close to finished in this match.

Both men get to their feet as NvL tries for a powerbomb but Jeff Purse flips over NvL’s shoulders and takes him out with a swift kick to the knee. Purse immediately locks in a sleeper hold.

Zach Davis: Here’s Purse trying to wear down NvL.

NvL, with the hold still locked in, stands up. He grabs Purse’s head and flips him over his back and onto the canvas.

Shannan Lerch: WHAT STRENGTH!

NvL takes a few steps back and hits a running snap mare on Purse. NvL’s quick to get up and make his way into the corner, stalking Jeff. As Purse gets back up to his feet.

WHAMM!!

Shannan Lerch: NvL hits a HUGE clothesline!

Nathan von Liebert makes the cover.

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KICK OUT!

Zach Davis: The Champion kicks out at two!

NvL picks up Jeff Purse and whips him into the ropes. NvL runs at him but Jeff sneaks in between the ropes and jumps to the outside. NvL stops himself in time before crashing into the ring post and waits as Purse slides back in to the ring.

Zach Davis: Smart move their by Purse to get out of the ring, NvL would have driven his back straight into that steel ring post.

NvL and Jeff Purse lock up in the center of the ring. Purse sends a few right hands to NvL and then a few kicks to the gut. Purse quickly bounces himself off the ropes and hits uses his momentum to hit NvL with a DDT.

Shannan Lerch: DDT!

Zach Davis: NvL is really having a problem getting anything going tonight. Purse looks more motivated to get Nightmare back than NvL is to keeping her.

Jeff lifts up NvL and hits him with a few more right hands, backing him into the corner and lifting him onto the turnbuckle.

Shannan Lerch: Not sure what Jeff Purse has planned here.

Purse lifts his arm around NvL’s neck, but the challenger fights him off. NvL uses all his strength to pick Purse up and hoist him onto his shoulder. He dives off the top turnbuckle.

Shannan Lerch: He’s going for a powerslam! ….NO!

Jeff Purse slips out of the hold and drives NVL’s head into the canvas on the way down. He quickly grabs him by the waist and rolls him up.

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Zach Davis: NOOO!!

Shannan Lerch: Nathan von Liebert kicks out!

Zach Davis: That was close though, Jeff almost had a quick victory, and still Nathan von Liebert isn’t able to get anything going in this match.

Jeff Purse gets back to his feet and sends some kicks to Nathan von Liebert. NvL absorbs the blows before finally grabbing Purse by the leg and spinning him to the mat.

Shannan Lerch: I think NvL’s had enough.

Both men get back to their feet, but NvL is the aggressor and hits another knee to the gut before leaping up and hitting a leg drop on his fallen opponent.

Zach Davis: Here is the Nathan von Liebert we’ve come to know.

Shannan Lerch: All of a sudden he appears to be in full control of this match.

Nathan gives Purse little time to recover from the previous blow; he picks up Purse and tosses Jeff out of the ring. NvL soon follows as the ref starts the ten count.

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Outside of the ring now NvL kicks Jeff in the chest a few times before picking him up and tossing him face first into the ringpost. NvL picks him right back up and this time casually tosses him into the steel ring steps.

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Purse tries to get back to his feet, and as soon as he does, NvL destroys him with a big boot to the face.

Zach Davis: Watch out!

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NvL helps Purse back to his feet and whips him again toward the ringpost. Purse slows his momentum in time to stop before hitting the ring post. He turns to see NvL barreling toward him…

Zach Davis: Jeff Purse moved out of the way!

Shannan Lerch: Nathan’s skull just bounced off of the ring post

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Jeff Purse quickly grabs NvL and slides him back into the ring. Purse helps NvL up to his feet and tosses him into the corner. He runs and lands a body splash on Nathan, followed by stiff knife-edge chops to the sternum. From there Purse nails a spinning heel kick.

Zach Davis: BOOM!

Shannan Lerch: Wait a second, look at NvL! It didn’t affect him!

Nathan is just staring at Purse with a cold look on his fact. He stands up straight and cracks his neck. Jeff tries to throw a right hand, but NvL catches it and tosses it back into his face. NvL rears back and drills Jeff down with a thunderous right.

Zach Davis: Down goes Purse!

Jeff scrambles quickly back to his feet, but NvL goes on the attack. NvL hits an eye gouge on Purse and with his vision impaired he grabs him, lifts him up, and hits a sit-out powerbomb. NvL hooks the leg for a cover attempt.

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Jeff Purse kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: Nope, not yet.

Zach Davis: Not yet? You think NvL is going to pull this one out?

Shannan Lerch: You know what’s about to happen right?

NvL gets to his feet and looks down at his fallen opponent. He smiles coyly before helping Purse to his feet. He situates himself behind Purse and then lifts him up…

Shannan Lerch: Told you!

Zach Davis: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP! HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!

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Shannan Lerch: I feel bad for Nightmare right about now.

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Zach Davis: NO!! Somehow Jeff Purse kicked out in time!!

NvL can’t believe what just happened. He slams his hands on the mat and then goes to pick up his hardly moving opponent.

Zach Davis: Say whatever you want about Jeff Purse, but the man has some heart.

Nathan walks Purse over to the ropes and intertwines his hands between the top and middle rope. NvL goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh, we’ve seen this move before!

Zach Davis: Time seems to be running out on Jeff Purse and for that matter, Nightmare.

NvL walks on the top rope until he is just above Jeff Purse. At that exact moment Purse is able to free his hands. He hops up onto the middle rope and grabs hold of NvL’s waist and flies off backwards to hit a HUGE belly-to-belly suplex.

Shannan Lerch: HOLY SHIT! Purse reversing the tides…

With NvL lying on the ground Jeff Purse runs over to the ropes and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. He turns himself around and motions to the crowd ‘the end.’ With thousands of flashbulbs going off behind him, Purse launches himself as high in the air as he can and comes down hitting ‘The Deflator.’

Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE WITH THE DEFLATOR!

Shannan Lerch: He’s going to win this one! Nightmare is going to be free!

Purse immediately hooks the leg.

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Zach Davis: Jeff Purse has won! He’s done it! He’s successfully defended his United States Title and has won Nightmare’s freedom.

At that exact moment Kid Phantasm appears on the stage and jogs down to the ring. He slides in and just as Purse gets to his feet grabs him and hugs him. The referee appears with the United States Title and Phantasm takes the initiative to give it to Purse and to help him raise it high in the air.

Shannan Lerch: Unbelievable performance tonight with A LOT on the line for Jeff Purse. This is certainly a huge win for him and for Pantheon.

As Purse and Phantasm celebrate in the ring NvL rolls out of it and takes a long look at the two of them before slowly and quietly making his way to the back. And suddenly, the lights go out.

Zach Davis: Okay... uh... is Nightmare making her way to the ring?

Suddenly, the lights come back on. And a figure is standing in the ring.

Seth Lerch.

Crowd: BOO!

Zach Davis: What the fuck is this!?

Purse and Kid's face instantly sour, no one's moreso than Kid's. Seth has a mic.

Seth Lerch: Congratulations, Purse. You did your boyfriend there proud.

More booing.

Seth Lerch: So the stipulation for the match stated that you'd get Nightmare back if you won. Well Kid, after all the dissension in the ranks you've caused, I-

Kid Phantasm has had e-fucking-nough. He tackles Seth down, choking him mercilessly.

Kid Phantasm: TELL ME... WHERE.... SHE.... IS!

Obviously, Seth can't, what with being choked and all. His eyes begin bulging out of his skull. He uses the last remaining bit of consciousness he has to reach inside his pocket and pull out a piece of paper, which presumably has an address on it. He hands it to Kid, forcing him to take his hands away from Seth's throat and take the piece of paper. Kid gets up and reads the paper, nodding.

Zach Davis: Thank God. Kid Phantasm knows where his girlfriend is. Go get her, Kid!

And the lights go out again.

Shannan Lerch: Oh come on...

And as they come back on, Jeff Purse is already on the ground clutching his head. Nathan von Liebert is back in the ring!, facing Kid Phantasm!

Zach Davis: Him again!?

Nathan kicks Phantasm right in the gut and delivers the Straight Jacket Drop! The crowd boos mercilessly.

Shannan Lerch: Hahah, try rescuing Nightmare when you're unconscious, Kid!

Nathan stomps at Kid a few times before leaving the ring, leaving both Future Elements on the mat.

Zach Davis: All this over a rat...

World Title Match
FPV vs Oblivion vs Gravedigger vs Jonny Fly

We come back from yet another promo for next month's Ultimate Showdown PPV with a sweeping shot of he absolutely jacked up WCF crowd. There are signs everywhere and everyone seems to be having a fantastic night. We then switch to a shot of the announce table and Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch.

Shannan Lerch: Ladies and gentlemen it is time! It is time for our...

Zach Davis: MAIN EVENT TIME! MAIN EVENT TIME!

Shannan Lerch: Err, yes, that's what I was going to say.

Zach Davis: Sorry Shannan, you know I can't contain myself in these situations.

Shannan Lerch: Is that why I smell urine?

Zach Davis: ....

Shannan Lerch: Maybe we should just get to the match. Let's send it to Kyle Steel for the introductions.

The camera switches to a shot of Kyle Steel in the ring. He raises the microphone...and the lights in the arena suddenly go out!

Zach Davis: What the....?

Shannan Lerch: Zach look!

The jumbotron flickers on and a countdown clock slowly fades into focus.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

The clock reaches zero and the clock simply fades away.

Zach Davis: Well that was certainly anti-climatic.

Shannan Lerch: Can we get the lights back on?

Zach Davis: I don't think that was the end of it Shannan.

The jumbotron has switched over to a snowy screen as the crowd begins to grow restless. Suddenly the screen flickers once more and this time Jay Price appears, to a sizeable pop from the crowd, sitting on a metal folding chair in the middle of what appears to be an abandoned warehouse.

Shannan Lerch: My god it's Price! Where is he? Is he here?

Zach Davis: It doesn't appear that way Shannan. But he does live here in Philadelphia so he can't be too far from the arena.

Price smiles in acknowledgement to the crowd reaction before raising his hand to silence them.

Jay Price: Ladies...gentlemen...boys and girls of all ages...lend me your ears. Less than a week ago, from the hospital bed where I lay a broken man, I let you all in on what would normally be kept secret and allowed the information about my contract status being up in the air to be leaked to the press. I wanted you all to know the date...the time...everything...regarding something quite near and dear to me. This business...this company...for the past three years this has been my life. But sometimes in life things happen. Bad things. Things you wish never happened, but when they do, you can only deal with them the way that best benefits you.

You see, not too long before I was injured at the hands of Logan, I was reminded via e-mail that my contract with WCF was set to expire. That's right, e-mail. Not a phone call. Not a stop by ol' Seth's office. By e-mail. I get it, I'm not a Hall Of Famer. I'm not the World Champion. But for fucks sake I've been here long enough to warrant a face to face meeting, or a call at the least.

Price pauses for a moment to let himself calm down a bit.

Jay Price: But no, I get an e-mail from some suit sitting up in his ivory tower sipping on a glass of chardonnay. I'm Jay Fucking Price, I deserve better than that. But it's whatever I guess. I suppose in the eyes of people like Seth Lerch or the rest of the WCF brass I'm still that cocky son of a bitch who walked through the doors in 2009 talking about the future. That's how it's always been. I've seen it with my own two eyes, the suits in the back thumbing their noses up at me because I speak my mind. Well guess what, this is America, I speak my mind because I can. And the fact that people like me are told to stay in line, to play by the book and say only what we're "supposed" to say, makes me fucking sick.

I say no more. I'm going to say exactly what I want to say tonight, and I'm going to say it live for the entire fucking world to hear. There's no tape delays or magic buttons to silence me here WCF Management, so sit back, sip your chardonnay and open your fucking ears for once.

You people think that I'm the problem. That the way I conduct myself is "unprofessional". There's not a damn thing unprofessional about how I conduct myself. If it's unprofessional for someone to go out to that ring week after week and put everything they have into every match or for someone to literally push aside their own safety just so they can do what they love, then yes, I'm unprofessional as all fuck. Oh no wait, that's not being unprofessional, that's called being one of the few mother fuckers in this industry left that still give a fuck. Despite all of the politicking, the backstage bullshit and the crooked as shit management, I still went out there each and every week and conducted business as usual.

You think there weren't times when I wanted to march into Lerch's office and tell him that I was done with this company? I can't even count the number of days I sat in my locker room contemplating retiring on both hands. I've loved this business since the first time I laced up a pair of boots, but their were days when I honestly wished I was done with all of it. But no, I stuck around because this is what I want to do, it's all I can imagine doing. I was willing to put everything negative aside so that I could continue lacing up my boots and going to the ring and putting my heart into every match from now until the day I died.

But now...fuck it.

Fuck it all. You people, all of you sitting there in the crowd and in the back, you right now are witnessing what is the end of this company. Not me, no. Mark my words now, the end of WCF is the Darkside of Treachery and the Pantheon. Supergroups never work. I should know, I've been a member of two of the most dominant groups in the history of this company. And look where that ended...not a god damn person remembers them. And I can only pray that it stays that way because everyday I'm alive I wish I could go back in time and just say no. Because now, being a bit older and a bit wiser, I can sit back and see the cancer that these supergroups really are. What good can come out of any of this really? One of you destroys the other and then what? You know what, forget about that. Destroy each other for all I care. No, the real issue in all of this, the one thing not one of you fuckers care about, is the fact that you and your over inflated egos are killing the hopes and dreams of talent, real talent, who are being relegated to nonsense and bullshit so that you can get your time in the spotlight.

And that's really the point of the supergroup, in it's simplest essence. It's a group of individuals obsessed with being in the spotlight, hoarding it for themselves, so that they can feel important. Forget bettering yourself. Forget trying. Forget about everything, because all you need to do is join up with five or six other guys, give yourselves a catchy little name and then sit back and wait for everyone to start paying attention to you. Well congratulations Pantheon. Congratulations Darkside Of Treachery. The world is focused on each and everyone of you again, just like you little attention whores wanted.

But let's not forget about the man operating the spotlight from behind the scenes. Seth Lerch. Seth..oh Seth..you and I as of late just have not been seeing things eye to eye have we? I mean, I suppose you and I never really got along, but you really started to hate me more after I won the World Title at XIII. And I get why that is. You simply coudn't stand knowing that I, the man who's unborn child you helped kill, the man who constantly was being a thorn in your side by saying everything you told him not to, was the one holding your company's World Title. I was the face of your company and it was giving you a fucking heart attack. Luckily for you I lost that belt back to Fly or right now we might all be visiting you at the cemetery. But then, after that, you just became this whole new level of asshole. It seemed like every chance you had you were bad mouthing me to anyone within earshot. And why? I don't fucking know why and I never will, but believe me I want to know.

But what I really want to know more, Lerch, is why a businessman like yourself who is so obsessed with making money and getting maximum buyrates is such a piss poor decision maker. These supergroups are a cancer to this industry, to this company, and you know it. You've been doing this for over a decade, you've seen all of them and what happens, what they cause. So what do you do? You go right ahead and let not one, but two of them form. Granted, you didn't straight up form them yourself, but as the only man with the power to keep it from happening you turned a blind eye and let it happen.

So what's going to happen Seth? What's the plan for when the war these two groups wage with each other destroys the very foundation of this company? What's going to happen when the talent that feels neglected and mistreated starts sprinting for the exits. It's already happening, I know you see it. Twilight's gone and she was on the fast track to being a World Champion. Adams, she's gone too. Famine Of The Vile, gone. It's already starting Seth, and you know it's going to continue as the weeks pass and this is all allowed to continue. But you don't care, do you? Or maybe you do but you're being blinded by the money? Is that it Seth? Are you having a bit of trouble seeing the downfall of your own company because you're too busy sitting on your little throne counting your dollars?

Well Seth, enjoy it. Enjoy all the wealth. Because it's going to dry up very soon as the WCF burns to the ground.

The crowd has slowly been turning on Price as they realize he's trashing the company, subtlety, but nevertheless.

Jay Price: You know I hear you fans, I hear the boos, and it tugs at my heart a bit as I realize that despite the fact that I'm sitting here sharing with you the truth that you're blind too, you simply don't give a shit. I'm trying to warn you about what is to come of WCF, and you boo me because you don't want to believe that WCF is headed for the grave. Well then have it your way. Continue to be the sheep being led blindly to the slaughter. Continue buying into the hype, buying into the lies and buying into the bullshit. You want to keep believing what is put in front of you? Then so be it. But don't you boo me because I'm the only one who can see all of this for what it really is and because I'm the only one with the balls to say a fucking thing about it. You want to boo someone, boo your own selves for being so fucking stupid.

Me? I'm not stupid. No, I know exactly what I have to do. I have to do what is right for me and only for me. And if that means I have to go somewhere else, if that means I have to go back to PWX or DREAM where it all started, or if I have to go to IWF or EPW where my name is known and respected, then so be it. Seth Lerch and WCF may want to play ignorant and not treat me like the former World Champion and future Hall Of Fame talent that I am, but they aren't the only company out there.

Price pauses as he reaches down and picks up a manilla envelope with the WCF logo on the front. He opens it up and pulls out a stack of white papers.

Jay Price: You see this? This stack of papers I hold in my hands right now is the contract offer I received two hours ago. I'm looking at my watch right now and it says 11:13pm, which means that Seth Lerch and WCF decided to wait until there was only 3 hours before my contract was up and I became a free agent to try and sign me. Once again, not even a phone call to set up a meeting, just a backstage roadie sent to my house with an envelope in hand. I've got owners of companies that I'm not even employed with that call me up to say hello. Some even come over to my house and have a beer. But the company I've been with for three years, the one that I've given everything to, ignores me like I was a red headed step-child.

And don't take this the wrong way, I'm not crying because I'm not getting attention, I'm simply pissed because I deserve treated better. I've got Hall Of Fame credentials coming out of the ass. As it stands, or at least for another hour give or take a few minutes, I'm the only person in WCF who's been able to beat Jonny Fly in a World Title match. WCF can't admit that I'm fucking good, hell they won't even bother to treat me somewhat decent, but I know that somewhere out there someone will.

Price pauses as he nods to someone off camera. Three men appear, two with duffel bags on their shoulders and the third with a trash can. The men set down what they're carrying then walk away.

Jay Price: This...

Price holds up the stack of envelopes.

Jay Price: ...was a fucking slap to the face. You wait this long to make me an offer? Three hours before my contract is set to expire you try to re-sign me? Were you just that sure that I'd sign on the dotted line and come back? You just don't get it Seth.

Price stares down at the stack of papers in his hands.

Jay Price: You just don't get it.

With one swift move Price tears the stack right down the middle. A few more tears and he tosses the ripped up contract into the trash can. There is a collective gasp from the audience.

Jay Price: I would have come back Seth. I really would have. All the bullshit you've put me through, all the horrible things you've done, I was willing to keep on putting up with it because WCF was like a home to me. But to outright slap me in the face like this, to show just that much disrespect to someone who literally gave it all...MOTHER FUCKER I BROKE MY NECK TWICE FOR YOUR COMPANY.......

In a fit of rage Price rips open one of the duffel bags and pulls out a trio of title belts. Old school WCF fans will recognize the original WCF World Title belt, the one Gravedigger tried to destroy, the long forgotten about Elite Title and the original People's Title.

Jay Price: Seth, I really doubt you even remember that I still had these belts. After all, you pissed all over the fact that I was the People's Champion when you decided to "bring it back". But I've had them all this time, just sitting in my house. And I'm sure you'd like to have them back, probably to tuck away in the corporate office or in the Hall of Fame. Well...too fucking bad.

Price drops all three belts in the trash.

Jay Price: I know, it's cliche to trash a title belt but fuck it, I don't have a better metaphor. Because this, Seth, this is where WCF is headed. Right into the fucking trash. And it's all your fault. You are the reason that talent is bolting from the WCF. You allowed the inmates to run your little asylum and now it's just a ticking timebomb waiting to blow up in your face. You can play stupid, try and act like you know exactly what you're doing, but it's like clockwork Lerch. You fucked up and it's going to bite you in the ass in the worst way. And the worst part about it is you're going to drag down a lot of good, innocent people with you.

Price unzips the other bag and pulls out a gas can and a book of matches. He pops open the can and dumps the contents into the trashcan. He takes a look down at his watch.

Jay Price: You know what, 12:01 just seems like an eternity away. But I suppose if you haven't already figured out what my plans are...

Price strikes a match, takes a step back and tosses it into the trashcan. Fire lifts up into the air and the area around Price is illuminated by the flames.

Jay Price:...then you deserve to bear witness to the end from within. Enjoy the fleeting moments you have left, savor each and every one of them. And then..fuck it, get drunk.

With a grin, the video feed is cut. The arena lights come back on and the crowd is in a stunned silence. The camera cuts back to the announce table.

Shannan Lerch: I...he...did that really just happen?

Zach Davis: I believe so Shannan. Jay Price has just rejected the last minute contract offer from WCF. He's...he's gone.

Shannan Lerch: He talked about it before, I just never thought it would happen. Especially like that.

Zach Davis: Wow. I don't even know what to say after all of that.

We fade away to a promo warning kids not to try any of this at home.

World Title Match
FPV vs Oblivion vs Gravedigger vs Jonny Fly

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.

Kyle Steel: The following is a four way match scheduled for one fall, and it is four the WCF World Championship! Introducing first one of the challengers, accompanied to the ring by Adrian and JJ, he is from Phoenix, Arizona and weighs in at two hundred and fifty-eight pounds, he is the Epitome of Hardcore, GRAAAAAVEDIGGER!

The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.

Zach Davis: So it’s time for the main event of the night, Shannan, what are your thoughts on who’s going to win this one?

Shannan Lerch: To tell you the truth, Zach, I can’t put my finger on who will actually pull this one out of the hat. It’s going to be a good fight though, I can promise you that one.

Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and holds the hardcore belt high over his head as the crowd rains boos down upon him.

Zach Davis: Well as always, Shannan, Gravedigger looks very confident and ready to fight this match. He’s got that look in his eye, and he’s determined to come out of this one the victor.

Shannan Lerch: He always looks determined, Zach. You said it yourself. We’ll see if he can pull it out, but the odds aren’t in his favor in this one!

Zach Davis: I dunno, Shannan. He and Oblivion have both held that belt before, so they have an advantage over Franky I think.

Shannan Lerch: Oh please, FPV can still win this one just like any of the others. We’ll see how this one goes.

The lights go out. Oblivion by Mastodon begins to play, as the thunderous combination of the guitars, bass, and drums explode through the arena's speakers.

I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
Waiting for you to pull me back in
I almost had the world in my sight
Lost love, bright eyes fading
Faster than stars falling
How can I tell you that I've failed
Tell you I failed...

Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Leaving you behind with my lonesome song
Now I'm lost in Oblivion.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, the challenger, weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

There are a mixture of cheers and boos, more cheers than boos. The crowd stands onto their feet and rush towards the security railings. Oblivion slowly slinks out to the entrance stage, low to the ground. The Wells Fargo Arena explodes with cheers and some boos. Oblivion has it's arms extended outward, with it's index fingers pointing out. The Vixen are nearly undressed, as they come slithering out and walks next to Oblivion. The Vixen are dressed with bra-like bikini tops, with very short skirts. They have glitter plastered everywhere. Their makeup is smeared, but maintained to be very attractive. The guitar solo begins, lazers flash throughout the arena. Thunder-like sounds rattle the arena, as lighting strike-like sounds shake the foundation of The Wells Fargo Arena. The music continues to thrash as The Vixen are divided in two groups. As, one group are twirling around with the insanity of the music, while the other group, of The Vixen are thrashing with the music. Their energy has the Coliseum going completely crazy!

Zach Davis: The crowd is certainly energetic tonight for their favorite monster!

Shannan Lerch: Favorite monster? Are you kidding? These people’s favorite monster is obviously Greenfever, and his alter ego Switches The Clown is a close second.

Oblivion slowly stands up, with it's arms extended outward, spins around. Oblivion, The Vixen, and The Gathering get to ringside. As IT pops IT's neck, Oblivion holds IT's arms outward. The Vixen rub their hands all over Oblivion's well sculpted abdominal muscles. A couple of girls begin to French kiss. The Gathering continues to slink around, tormenting the crowd, nearby. Oblivion proceeds to slide under the ring ropes and is walking over to a corner. The half naked women slide into the ring, in various sexual manners. Oblivion climbs up to the second turnbuckle and is raising IT's arms to an mostly cheering crowd. Oblivion jumps down and walks over to the center of the ring. The Gathering slithers away under the ring, with blood on their hands. Several thousand cameras flash throughout the arena, as Oblivion strikes a muscular pose, with The Vixen rubbing all over Oblivion. All of the women, of The Vixen, begin to kiss. The Gathering peak, from under the ring, as they begin to snarl and bark, while white foam drips out of their mouths.

NOW I'M LOST IN OBLIVION!!!

Zach Davis: Speaking of Switches, we haven’t seen either of his personas in a while. I wonder where he could be.

Shannan Lerch: We’ll worry about that later, Zach! This match is going to be way too exciting!

The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as the electronic beats of "Ghosts 'n Stuff" plays over the P.A. Out the curtains comes Mr. FPV, signature duster and everything. He plays to excited crowd like the circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.

Kyle Steel: And the opponent, the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia, Frank Patrick Venable, MR. F---P---V!

FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

Shannan Lerch: Now here’s my early favorite, Zach. FPV always seems like an underdog and always seems to pull out the big victory.

Zach Davis: We’ll see, Shannan. The big underdog here is the champ, because he has not one, not two, but three challengers tonight!

The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “Requiem for a Tower” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song hits the 50 second mark and the music picks up the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: And speaking of the champ!

Shannan Lerch: And there’s the prize they’re all fighting for!

Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponent, he is the WCF Heavyweight Champion of the World, from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds, he is The Dynasty, JONNY FLYYYYY!

Fly stands with the WCF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist and his eyes directly fixed on the ring. He stands motionless on the stage as the jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He cracks his trademark arrogant smirk causing another negative reaction from the crowd. Fly unwraps his World Title belt and nonchalantly tosses it off to the side, refusing to even bring it into the ring. He walks toward the ring steps and uses them to elevate himself into the ring, where takes a position in the corner to await the start of the match.

Zach Davis: My god, look at the determination in the eyes of all four of these competitors tonight! This match is going to be intense!

Shannan Lerch: And it’s anyone’s game here, Zach! I can’t wait to watch this match unfold!

< DING-DING-DING! >

The four men stare one another down, and FPV and Gravedigger give one another a nod before charging directly at Oblivion, and Fly just stands back as the Dark Side of Treachery double teams The Monster. Oblivion gets in a boot to Gravedigger’s gut, and then shoves FPV back, and catches Gravedigger with a right, followed by one for FPV. The two charge back at him simultaneously, and he steps forward, causing them to crash into one another and hit the mat. He stares at Fly and raises a hand, motioning for Fly to come get some.

Zach Davis: And starting things off, it looks as if the Dark Side of Treachery is teaming up!

Shannan Lerch: Yeah, Zach, but that teaming up backfired big time for them, and now Oblivion and Fly are the only two men left standing.

Fly approaches slowly, and the two lock up for a test of strength. The Dark One easily backs Fly into a corner, but gets hit in the back by a double axehandle from Gravedigger! Oblivion spins around and gets caught by a Gravedigger hook to the face as FPV gets to his feet. Fly crosses the ring and the two nod at one another out of respect before FPV catches The Dynasty with a boot to the gut. He follows it up with a European uppercut, and Fly retaliates with a right of his own.

Zach Davis: Well now the DoT is back to their feet again, and it looks like it’s FPV and Fly battling it out on one side and Oblivion fighting Gravedigger on the other.

Shannan Lerch: This looks like it’s getting pretty intense! I’d hate to be any of these four men right about now!

Zach Davis: Please, Shannan! I’d love to have that kind of in-ring talent and awareness!

Shannan Lerch: I suppose you’re right...

FPV retaliates with another right, and Fly spins, but only to get momentum to catch FPV with a spinning heel kick that knocks Franky into the ropes, where he grabs the second rope for balance. Gravedigger manages to catch Oblivion off guard by a boot to the side of the leg, and then follows it up with a backhanded slap across the chest. He grabs Oblivion by the arm and whips him across the ring-NO! Oblivion reverses it and sends The Epitome of Hardcore running across the ring—RIGHT into the boots of a Jonny Fly dropkick! Gravedigger spins, but doesn’t fall from the dropkick, but Oblivion comes right back with a release belly to belly suplex that sends Gravedigger rolling out of the ring to recover!

Zach Davis: It looks like the DoT are having a hard time getting a handle on this matchup!

Shannan Lerch: But will the numbers eventually work in their favor? Who can be sure?

Fly gets back to his feet, as does Oblivion, and Fly instinctively ducks a FPV hook punch. Fly gets back to a vertical basis and FPV points, just in time for Fly to turn around and see Oblivion’s punch coming. He ducks again, and FPV grabs Oblivion’s arm, wrenching it back into an armbar. Fly looks at FPV trying to control The Monster, and smirks as he bounces off the ropes and goes diving through the opposite ones, crashing into Oblivion with the suicide dive! The crowd POPS HUGE for the Champ on the move!

Shannan Lerch: That was an impressive move on the part of Jonny Fly!

Zach Davis: And if he can hit moves like that all match, I don’t see the Champ losing this belt tonight, or any time soon for that matter!

Oblivion yanks his arm out of the armbar, and FPV and The Monster stare down. FPV goes for a kick to the gut, but Oblivion blocks it, and pulls FPV by the leg before dropping him with a clothesline. On the outside, Fly is to his feet, and pulls Gravedigger up. He looks and sees the guardrail, and whips Gravedigger directly into the-NO! Gravedigger reverses it and whips Fly directly into the guardrail with a THUD! Fly’s body falls to the ground, and Gravedigger slides back into the ring as Oblivion’s attention becomes redirected.

Zach Davis: What a reversal by Gravedigger!

Shannan Lerch: And what a reversal by Oblivion!

Zach Davis: These two are really putting on a great match so far!

Shannan Lerch: But we’ll see how long the veterans can keep it up!

As Oblivion charges at Gravedigger, Gravedigger ducks a clothesline, and the staggering FPV is to his feet, and takes off at Gravedigger. The crowd roars as FPV breaks the DoT Allia-NO! Gravedigger sends FPV up into the air, aiming directly at Oblivion.

FPV: FUS ROH DAH!

FPV catches Oblivion with the jumping fist from several feet in the air, and The Monster falls backward into the ropes. Gravedigger follows it up with a running clothesline that takes both men over the top rope and down to the outside. FPV grabs the ropes to catapult himself over, but before he can, he’s rolled up by Fly for the pin!

One...

Kickout before the two by Franky, and Fly smirks, not surprised the schoolboy didn’t work. He gets to his feet and then grins and waits as FPV gets up as well. Fly catches FPV with a right, but Franky retaliates with one of his own, and then a second, and follows it all up with-

Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

Zach Davis: WHAT?! No! Fly ducks the superkick!

Shannan Lerch: Excellent awareness to dodge the big match-ender that FPV’s won quite a few with over the years!

Fly grabs Franky by the leg and drops him down to the mat face first. Franky’s head bounces off the canvas, and Fly uses the opportunity to flip Franky over for another pin attempt.

One...

Kickout!

Zach Davis: Come on, Fly! Franky isn’t going to lose just like that! This is a World Title match and anything less than a hundred percent isn’t good enough.

Shannan Lerch: you can say that again, Zach!

On the outside, the two big men are getting to their feet, and Oblivion catches Gravedigger with a boot to the-NO! Gravedigger blocks the boot to the gut and takes Oblivion down with a leg sweep! In the ring, Fly gets to his feet and dashes toward the turnbuckle, stepping up, and then dropping down onto FPV with the split-legged moonsault! He pins again!

One...

NO!

Gravedigger breaks up the pin and grabs Fly, pulling him off of his Dark Side of Treachery teammate, and right into a sort of German suplex. Fly rolls out of the ring. Oblivion is up, he backs up and Superkicks Jonny right in the jaw!

Zach Davis: Check Out Time to the World Champion!

Jonny Fly slams into the guardrail and flips over it, into the crowd! Energized, Oblivion slides into the ring. He sneaks up behind Gravedigger... and locks in a Full Nelson.

Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD we're going to have a new World Champion here!

Zach Davis: It's the Straight Jacket!

FPV is slowly stumbling to his feet. He sees Oblivion choking the life out of Gravedigger.

Shannan Lerch: Gravedigger is saved, his Darkside of Treachery teammate is on his feet!

FPV blasts Gravedigger, still in the Straight Jacket, right in the face with a Superkick!

Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

The force of the kick sends both Gravedigger and Oblivion flying backwards; Gravedigger crushes Oblivion's body into the turnbuckle. Gravedigger drops, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and rolls out of the ring. Oblivion stumbles foward and FPV backs up.... and hits another Superkick!

Crowd: BOOM! HEAD! SHOT!

Oblivion drops and FPV rolls his legs up, pinning him to the mat!

ONE!

Zach Davis: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

TWO!

Shannan Lerch: HERE COMES JONNY FLY TO BREAK IT UP!

THREE.

Zach Davis: WHAT.

THE CROWD FUCKING ERUPTS out of sheer shock. Every goddamn fan in the audience is on their feet.

Shannan Lerch: NOOOOO!

Zach Davis: FRANK VENABLE HAS CAPTURED THE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION'S WORLD TITLE.

Ghost's 'N Stuff by deadmau5 plays as FPV collapses on the mat, panting heavily.

Shannan Lerch: ...wow.

Fly is in the ring and he grabs the referee by the collar. He's arguing that he should have been counted out and disqualified, but its too late. In an angry rage, Fly rolls out of the ring and kicks at the guardrail. Gravedigger and Oblivion are still damn near knocked out.

Zach Davis: We've witnessed history here tonight. Frank Venable is the first man to unseat Jonny Fly from a Championship run at a non-XIII event. I just don't believe it.

Shannan Lerch: What does this mean for the Darkside of Treachery?

As far as Seth and Logan are concerned, not much, apparently. Both Seth and Logan appear in the ring with FPV. Frank looks at both of them, and both of them nod and hold his arms in the air. Logan takes the World Title and thrusts it into FPV's arms. FPV takes it, practically hugging it. After that he climbs up a turnbuckle, raising it high in the air.

Zach Davis: One month before Ultimate Showdown.... I can't wait to see what happens.

Logan and Seth exit the ring, to go check on Gravedigger. The show fades out with FPV celebrating on the turnbuckle, with Jonny Fly glaring angrily into the ring in the background.

Table of Contents

Blast Intro

Sweetdaddy vs Terry Roberts vs Tommy Kain vs Joel Hall vs Kale Windsor

Apathy vs Jay Williams

Tek/Hank Lane vs Eric Price/Jonathan Jakobs

Internet Title Match: Hunter Valentyne vs Johnny Stylez

Seth Lerch Addresses Corey Black

People's Title Match: Stuart Slane vs Kid Phantasm

Famine of the Vile vs Logan

Waylon Cash/Doc Henry vs Future Gods Inc.

Television Title No DQ Match: Steve Orbit vs Odin Balfore

Tag Team Titles Ladder Match: Johnny Reb/Kira Sakazaki vs Bishop/Priest vs Ryan Blake/Michael Santiago

Dogpound Match: Adam Young vs Corey Black

Joel Hall Segment

United States Title Match: Nathan von Liebert vs Jeff Purse

World Title Match: FPV vs Oblivion vs Gravedigger vs Jonny Fly

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
World Champion
Match:
FPV vs Oblivion vs Gravedigger vs Fly
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Jonny Fly
Hardcore:
Gein Spector
Television:
Odin Balfore
United States:
Jeff Purse
Peoples:
Kid Phantasm
Internet:
Johnny Stylez
Tag Team:
Vacant