Stars (Hold On) by Youngblood Hawke is playing as Blast comes on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to Blast, and-
Master of Puppets hits, and the fans begin booing and hissing. Well, mostly booing, only a few felines in the audience are hissing.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Seth is going to be starting things off!
Indeed, Seth Lerch walks out from the back. His expression looks especially sour as he walks to the ring, the fans booing him even more than usual tonight.
Zach Davis: Speculation has run rampant that certain wrestlers have decided to either not renew their contracts or straight up decide to leave the company, and that this might be the last night for some of them. Is that why Seth is in such a bad mood?
Erin Robbins: Seems possible. He's been in meetings for the last several days about many of these issues.
Seth reaches the ring and rolls in. He snatches the mic away from Kyle. The camera zooms in on his face - his eyes are bloodshot and sunken, it looks like he hasn't gotten sleep in weeks.
Seth Lerch: Why?
The fans boo, instead of even letting him continue.
Seth Lerch: What have I done to displease you? You, the fans? You-
Seth motions to the back.
Seth Lerch: You, the wrestlers?
The fans boo, and several names begin to get chanted. We can't make any of them out.
Seth Lerch: What have I done?! Week in and week out, I come out here and I try my best to, at the very least, not fuck things up TOO badly. And how do you repay me!?
Seth Lerch: That's right! With NO respect, no "good job, Seth!", no anything. You fans, you boo me. The wrestlers? They take my paychecks until they all of a sudden decide they want a vacation, and they bounce. Well that's bullshit, WCF. That's bullshit.
Seth runs one hand through his hair, he's visibly shaking now.
Zach Davis: It's been a while since I've seen Seth so worked up, Erin.
Erin Robbins: He really doesn't look so good.
Seth narrows his eyes towards the camera.
Seth Lerch: I can't control the people who buy the tickets, but I CAN control the people who work for me. Here that? WORK. FOR. ME. Does no one know what that means anymore?
Seth paces now before stopping and again addressing the camera.
Seth Lerch: Simply put, WCF roster, if you don't want to be here... Well, shit, a few of you are already walking out the door. Good. If you don't want to be here, I don't want you. I've done my best to build up a quality roster. I kept out the people no one wanted, I kept out the parasites, I kept out the viruses that have plagued us in the past.
Seth sighs to himself.
Seth Lerch: But maybe I'm not going to bother anymore, WCF. Maybe I've got to replace some of you quitters. Maybe one or two people showed up before the show tonight... and maybe I'm not going to call the cops. Maybe I'm going to let them in, WCF, and maybe THEY deserve to be here more than any of the rest of you.
Zach Davis: Who is he talking about!? This doesn't sound good.
Seth Lerch: Don't say I didn't warn you, WCF. Maybe after tonight you'll appreciate what I've always tried to do for you. But DON'T say I didn't warn you. Quite frankly, WCF, you brought this on yourself.
With that, Master of Puppets hits again. Seth shakes, and for a brief second seems like he may regret his decision, but... he drops the microphone and drops to the mat, rolling out and leaving.
Zach Davis: Who could possibly be so horrible that Seth has tried to actively keep them from competing here? I mean, Jesus, he already let Torture come back.
Erin Robbins: Looks like we'll find out later tonight, Zach.
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Blast twenty- fourteen! We have a stacked card tonight including the Pantheon Lumberjack match for the WCF World Title between Jay Price and Champion Steve Orbit.
Erin Robbins: Its shaping up to be one of the most stacked and exceiting Pay Per Views since ONE six months ago! So lets kick this off with our first match of the night!
Zach Davis: Biohazard, the ooze man himself in a triple threat against the Big Time Jerk, AY, Adam Young and The newest member of WCF, Jay Omega who people are already starting to call the Canadian Superman!
The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.
Zach Davis: Speaking of the Canadian Superman, I think this is him!
Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd.::
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he stands six feet, one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAY OMEGA!
Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp. Once at ringside, the Omega Man walks around the right side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, then turns to face the crowd. He scans the crowd from right to left, then raises both arms above his head, index and pinky fingers extended. Jay makes a quarter turn to the right, and hops over the top rope, then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the left corner furthest from the entryway. He raises his right fist into the air and poses for a few moments, causing the arena to be lit up in a strobe effect, from a multitude of camera flashes, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip. He poses in the center of the ring for a moment, with his right arm raised, index and pinky fingers extended, then moves to his designated corner.
Erin Robbins: Impressive. Just stunningly impressive.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega really looks the part, thats for sure.
breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash
The arena goes pitch black.
Zach Davis: Biohazard is in the house. The OOZZEE man is here!
Voice: I'll make you famous, but first let me take a selfie.
"Smoke fills the entrance and colored lights filter threw as "#SELFIE" by the Chainsmokers starts playing. Adam Young steps out with his Samsung Galaxy S5 in tow and the crowd erupts as they pull their cell phones out. Adam walks towards the ring and stops half way there to take a selfie and then walks over and takes a selfie with a fan in the crowd. Adam high fives the fan and heads towards the ring. He stops and takes a selfie with a group of kids at ringside. He slides into the ring and takes a selfie in the corner. Adam stands up and takes a selfie with the ref.
Erin Robbins: And now we round this out with AY. The biggest jerk of them all in WCF.
Zach Davis: B-Haz is my plus OOZZEE! He's got this.
Young and Bio jump Omega, beating him down with punches and kicks before picking him back up and whipping him off the ropes. They both bend over for a double back drop but Omega lays them out with a double DDT!
Erin Robbins: Omega is already showcasing his skill.
Omega picks up Bio and hammers away with right hands, grappling him and and whipping him over to the corner turnbuckle. Omega charges and hits a stinger splash!
Zach Davis: AY from behind! School boy!
Erin Robbins: Broken up by Biohazard!
Bio hits the ropes as Young gets to his feet. Bio leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana. Bio gets to his feet the same time as Omega. Omega runs at Bio and connects with a huge clothesline that dumps both men out of the ring. Both men land on their feet as Omega continues the fight on Bio. Bio blocks a big right hand then a kick.
Zach Davis: Omega stuck there on one leg.
Omega goes for an Enzugeri but Bio ducks it. Omega falls on his face as Bio leaps up onto the Apron. Omega is quick to his feet but gets planted by a tornado DDT.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young to the outside! Suicide dive!
Young and Bio crash into the railing as Omega gets back up, walking over to Young and picks him up, striking with repeated knife edge chops.
Zach Davis: Belly to belly by Omega!
Omega goes to pick up Young again but gets low blowed. Young sets him up and drops Omega on his back with a pump handle slam! No sooner does Omega hit the ground does Young get drop kicked into the apron by Bio. Bio to his feet grabs Young and rams him head first into the steel post. Young falls to the ground, looking out of it. Bio turns towards Omega whose on one knee. Bio charges, looking for a hurricanrana but Omega catches him and powerbombs him down.
Erin Robbins: The Canadian Superman hangs on..
Zach Davis: Double... triple powerbomb to Biohazard. The Oozzee Guy is in some trouble.
Omega makes his way over to Young who gets to his feet and meets Omega half way. Young hits a few knees to the gut of Omega and rolls him back into the ring. Young starts stomping away at Omega but Omega quickly takes the legs out from Young and locks in an ankle lock!
Erin Robbins: The Canadian Heartthrob has AY in an ankle lock.
Zach Davis: Young his struggling and clawing.
Young is finally able to free himself by kicking off Omega. Omega keeps the momentum and hits the ropes. Omega comes back..
Zach Davis: Exploder suplex!
Erin Robbins: Bio out of no where from the top!
Zach Davis: Corkscrew dragon attack!
Zach Davis: Adam Young kicks out!
Omega gets up and charges Bio as he gets to his feet, drop kicking Bio into the corner.
Zach Davis: Running Enzugeri by Omega!
Erin Robbins: Omega stays in the corner! Northen lights suplex out of the corner.
Zach Davis: Pin him!
Erin Robbins: Omega going back up top
Zach Davis: Holy Crap! Imploding 450 splash!
Zach Davis: The Omega Man wins it.
Erin Robbins: And Jay Omega coming with with his first Pay Per View win too..
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, in honor of this big even, we would like to regale you with some heavy hitting music, from Long Island New York…Emily’s Prayer!
A metal song with melodic lyrics plays and the crowd really gets into it. Halfway through the band samples “Duality” by Slipknot which the crowd eats up. They finish the song and the singer gets on the microphone to address the fans. The singer is a tall, muscularly built man with a silver Anarchy chain surrounded by a half dozen others.
Erin Robbins: I would eat that boy up and spit him out… mmhmm.
Zach Davis: This guy looks familiar… yeah! I think that’s the son of Damien Pierce… the Livewire I think he calls himself. He’s been blowing up the twitterverse saying that he might show up here tonight. Looks like he made good on that promise.
Livewire: I’m eclectic, I’m electric. I’m mean, lean and obscene. I’m high flying, death defying and non-complying. I’ll hurt you like a locker and ROCK you like Joe Cocker. I’ll make you laugh, I’ll make you cry I’ll make you *smooch* KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE!
The crowd cheers
Livewire: I told my manager that I wanted to come to the greatest wrestling company going right now. I wanted the hardest hitters, the highest flyers, the most hardcore wrestlers on the planet to put all myself into. When I signed my contract with WCF, Seth Lerch told me ‘Be careful what you wish for.’
The crowd cheers again starting a WCF chant
Livewire: I plan on walking in the footsteps of the talented men and women who walked these paths before me. I plan on extinguishing the brightest stars here and replacing the dark spots with my own. My name is Grayson Pierce… THE LIVEWIRE! It is an honor and a privilege to stand here before this great audience today. And I look forward to exceeding your expectations.
The drums kick in and Pierce plays a solo to begin the next song.
Zach Davis: We have a fantastic fatal four way commin' up. SIR William Cambridge, Louis Bartkowski, Jason Xavier and Isaiah Chevis.
Erin Robbins: All of these names are impressive. This is one of those matches that literally could go either way.
“ Mad Man” Hits the PA ssystem as smoke and sparks fill the entrance way. The Mad Man walks out onto the stage, punching and slapping himself in the head to psyche himself up. The crow chants “ Mad Man” as Kyle Steel introduces him.
Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio. Standing five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds.. The Cleveland Mad Man !!
The Mad Man walks up the steel steps and into the ring, posing in front of a large “ M “ that flares up in fireworks.
Erin Robbins: Louis Bartkowski is a hundred pounds soak and wet. He's one of the most out of shape guys we have.
"Down With Us" by Twiztid begins to bump over the P.A. system, and Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp. He throws his fists in the air, and encourages the crowd to make more noise as he jumps up and down.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He hails from Detroit Michigan. He is the Juggalo Warrior... Isaiah Chavis!
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis! The hardcore, high flyin' Juggalo!
Erin Robbins: And look at those moves. Certainly the more agile of the group.
Isaiah dances down to the bottom of the ramp, and stops. HE slaps the floor, and then raises his hands up, one making a "W" sign and one making a "C". He lets out a loud "Whoop whoop" which is returned by a small section of the crowd. He smiles at the group of painted fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He pops up and runs over to the corner. He leaps into the air, and lands on the top turnbuckle, using his hands only a little to steady himself. Once he finds his balance, he stands tall, throwing his fists up in the air as the crowd cheers. He lowers his arms, and does a backflip off the top rope, stumbling a bit, but landing on his feet. Isaiah leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky smirk as his music dies.
The arena goes silent as a full marching band along with a choir walk out onto the stage as an army of the Queen’s Guards march out after them and line up down either side of the ramp. Lord Abraham Mountbatten, a middle aged man with dark brown wavy hair, dressed in a black suit, a white shirt and a pair of black polished leather shoes is standing in the centre of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Lord Abraham Mountbatten: Ladies and gentlemen, will all of you please rise and place your right hand over your heart and join me in singing the British National Anthem whilst welcoming my advocate, the best of Britain. Sir…William…Cambridge!
Erin Robbins: Certainly one of the most imposing men to grace the ring in quite some time. Sir William Cambridge has been turning heads every week.
Zach Davis: They guys built like a mountain.
Mountbatten then places his right hand over his heart as the marching band begins playing the British National Anthem and the choir begins singing to it as does Mountbatten. Suddenly from behind the curtain, Sir William Cambridge comes out onto the stage standing on a horse drawn carriage, his right hand over his heart and singing the National Anthem himself. The carriage stops on the stage and Cambridge climbs down off it and then begins making his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he then makes his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. Mountbatten sits on the second rope and lifts the top rope up slightly, allowing Cambridge to enter the ring, the two of them stand in the centre of the ring and put their right hands back over their hearts and finish singing the National Anthem before the marching band, the choir and the Queen’s Guards disappear to the back.
The lights in the arena dim as the arena grows silent, but soon the silence is interrupted as pyro goes off on the stage and a small hook of soft cheers are heard as the Taco Bell chihuahua is seen on the titantron saying "Yo quiero Taco Bell". This follows up with "All the Above" by Maino blazing through the PA system. A spotlight shines on the ramp as Jason Xavier steps onto the stage carrying an unmodified flag of Puerto Rico, to a mixed reaction to the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Chicago, Illinois ... weighing in at two hundred ten pounds... he is “The Latin Warrior”…”The Mexican Destroyer” JASON XAVIER!!!
Zach Davis: Jason Xavier, another talent that has caught the eye of the WCF brass.
Erin Robbins: You cant help but love Jason Xavier. He's such a great in ring talent. I tell ya Zach; this is going to be a great match.
"The Taco Bell Ringer" then begins shimmying his way down the ramp and slapping hands with the kids earning more cheers from his beloved fans. Jason Xavier then jogs up the steel steps onto the apron where he drapes the flag over the ropes before he hops inside the squared circle. The lights come back on upon Xavier entering the ring, where he proceeds to head to the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, before shimmying some more up there, and throwing his bandanas into the crowd. Finally he raises his arms up in the form of an ‘X’ as his music fades.
The bell rings as all four men square off. Chavis and Bartkowski are closet to the ramp as Cambridge and Xavier are closest to the announce table. All four men look ready to strike until finally Bartkowski charges across the ring and gets right in the face of Cambridge and starts posing.
Zach Davis (chuckling): Well I guess we know The Mad Man isnt afraid of Sir Cambridge.
Erin Robbins: He's flexing what little skin and bones he has. OHH! And Sir Cambridge is flexing right back!
Zach Davis: Whoa! Bartkowski taking the cheap shot with repeated knife edge chops!
Xavier charges Chavis and the two men start brawling in the corner.
Erin Robbins: Sir Cambridge just shoved Bartkowski clear back across the ring.
Zach Davis: But Bartkowski charges right back at Cambridge who nails Bartkowski with a spinning elbow.
Erin Robbins: Now Bartkowski takes a nap on the floor.
Back in the adjacent corner. Xavier has Chavis seated on the buckle and hes just hammering away with right hands.
Zach Davis: Xavier with a Frankinstiener!
Xavier lands on his feet and leaps right up onto the top turn buckle. He turns around for a moonsault but Cambridge comes behind him with clubbing blows to the back.
Erin Robbins: Whats Cambridge going to do?
Zach Davis: Crucifix powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: The pin.
Zach Davis: Chavis breaks up the pin just in the knick of time!
Erin Robbins: My English heart throb was a nano second away from a victory but that dirty juggalo screwed it up! Go on! Rip his face off and wear it as a mask!
Zach Davis: DAFAQ?
Chavis gets to his feet as a pissed off Cambridge stands up and towers over him by the Detroit Juggalo shows no fear, brawling with the near seven foot Englishman.
Zach Davis: Toe stomp! Knee to the gut!
Zach Davis: Jumping calf kick!
Erin Robbins: My mans staggered!
Zach Davis: Wicked kick!
Erin Robbins: Chavis charges!
Zach Davis: But he eats the boots
Erin Robbins: and Cambridge with a huge clothesline out of the corner!
Bartkowski climbs on the apron and scales the turn buckle.
Zach Davis: Bartkowski walking on the ropes but doesnt seem to be the most agile of guys. But he leaps off! Cross body!
Erin Robbins: Caught by Cambridge!
Xavier gets up and hits the ropes for a spring board drop kick. He nails Bartkowski in the back which topples Cambridge over.
Zach Davis: Bartkowski with a pin.
Cambridge kicks out as Zavier and Chavis gang up on the big man and keep the boots to him. Bartkowski manages to slip out of the Frey and out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Whats he doing now? He's looking under the ring?
Zach Davis: Its a steel chair! Hes sitting next to the rail.
Erin Robbins: Fans are actually giving him popcorn and soda.
Back in the ring, Cambridge is back on his feet, trying to fight off the two on one assault but isnt fairing to well. A double knee strike bends the big man over before getting whipped into the ropes but Cambridge big boots Chavis and head butts Xavier before picking Xavier up and body pressing him out of the ring. Bartkowski is too busy eating popcorn and soda until its too late and his face just drops as the two hundred pound Jason Xavier crashes down right on top of him.
Zach Davis: Cambridge yelling something over to them now.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Chavis..
Zach Davis: Pele kick!
Chavis picks up Cambridge but Cambridge shoves him away and connects with a running knee attack.
Erin Robbins: Neck breaker! Cambridge going for The Holy Trinity! He hits it!
Cambridge picks up Chavis.
Zach Davis: Looking for The Royal Decree..
Bartkowski and Xavier hit the ring. Bartkowski goes low with a chop block and Xavier goes high with an unorthodox enzugeri.
Erin Robbins: It's just a pile of bodies now.
Zach Davis: Except for Bartkowski. He hit that chop block and ended up outside the pile.
Bartkowski gets to his feet and taunts the crowd. He points to the ropes as the crowd cheers him on.
Erin Robbins: Bartkowski is climbing the turnbuckle..
Zach Davis: Original Flying Headbutt into the pile!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Erin Robbins: It's like a human car crash in the middle of the ring.. All four men are out.
That is, until Isaiah Chavis toughens it out and begins working his way up. In a burst of energy he runs to the ropes...
Zach Davis: CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE ONTO XAVIER!
Erin Robbins: The Juggalo Warrior wins it!
Chavis gets to his feet and gets his arm raised as we go to a commercial.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the WCF Internet Championship, introducing first
Music bellows over the p.a. system as smoke fills both the entrance and ramp way. The lights repeatedly flicker as the smoke begins to clear, revealing Arabella midway down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first Hailing from Deep South USA! This is Arabella Montgomery!
As she reaches the ring, a black cauldron begins lowering into the center of the ring. Smoke flows over the smoldering cauldron as Arabella slides into the ring via under the bottom rope and makes her way to the cauldron before kneeling down next to it.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent
"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"
A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing his knuckle with “HERE, GOES" tatted across them. He then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! He is the current reigning and defending WCF Internet Champion, THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE J.P. CALIBAN!!!!
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron, he looks Bella up and down waiting for the bell, as it rings she flips him off which garners a smile from Caliban and his Valet as she kisses him on the cheek and drops off the apron Caliban stands on the middle rope applauding Bella who catches him off guard running and dropkicking his feet sending him face first to the mat
Zach Davis: Another week of intense trash talk online has Arabella ready to beat the shit out of Caliban tonight
Erin Robbins: It’s not like that’s a new thing, other than 2 or 3 people this entire company would like to kick the shit out of Caliban but Bella is the one in the ring right now stomping on the back of his head
She basically stomps a mud hole in him so bad he retreats out of the ring to regroup holding the back of his head and smiling up into the ring in a confused way, Bella runs the ropes for a dive but Caliban moves out of the way and she bounces off the top rope and rolls backwards up to her feet but mid move doesn’t realize Caliban has 619’d himself round the ring post and has slid into the ring feet first kipping up right as Bella finds her feet hurricanrannaing her although she head stands through the move landing on her feet and lashing out with a kick that Cali barely evades by ducking but doesn’t not evade the standing senton to the back and shoulders as he crouches out of the way of her kick
Erin Robbins: The crowd is going nuts, Bella came here to win her first championship in WCF tonight and she looks ready to hurt Caliban to do it!
Zach Davis: She just crunched his knees up into his own sternum
Caliban rolls over holding his ribs and Bella hits him with a standing moonsault coming down on them hard for a cover
Zach Davis: NO! Caliban kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Just about
Bella holds the back of her head in disbelief that he kicked out and stands up running the ropes, Caliban floats over onto his stomach and she steps over him keeping running he somehow jumps to his feet going for a jumping knee to the face but Bella rolls through going for a superkick to his back sending him chest first into the ropes, she chases him and pulls him back into an O’connor roll but Caliban rolls through into a pin of his own
Zach Davis: NO! Caliban tries to steal one!
Erin Robbins: Bella immediately back to her feet but Caliban is moving slowly
Zach Davis: That Senton has taken all the wind out of him Erin
Bella chops him while he is on his knees and he screams at her, she does it again and again he screams back at her she goes for another one but this time Caliban stands right up and slaps her hard across the face and then starts laying in forearms like his life depended on it, he whips her into the ropes and hits the high knee he was looking for, he hits his target this time knocking her to the floor and hits a standing senton of his own then rolls back onto his feet and hits a standing shooting star press as well
Zach Davis: Caliban always says it himself when he is in the ring its always about “can you top this?”
Erin Robbins: He needs to be careful Bella is not playing any games here, PIN!
Erin Robbins: NO! She kicked out
Caliban kicks her in the head and drags her to the corner climbing the ropes looking for the reverse 450 but Bella kips up and kicks him in the knee knocking him down onto the turnbuckle
Zach Davis: She’s hooking him up for the Grand rite!
Zach Davis: She’s hooking him up for the Grand rite!
Erin Robbins: SHE GOT IT! NEW CHAMPION!
The crowd explodes as Caliban rolls out of the ring
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR NEW! WCF INTERNET CHAMPION! Arabella Montgomery!
Zach Davis: SHE DID IT!
Bella is on her knees looking around with a massive smile on her face, the ref gives her the belt and she sits holding it in her arms for a second before going to the top rope to celebrate
Erin Robbins: Great match!
Zach Davis: And a great new champion!
Caliban is starting to leave the ring when "Redneck Nation" by Moccasin Creek starts playing. He walks backwards into the middle of the ring as The Big Time Jerks step into the arena. The crowd is chanting "BTJ" as Adam Young steps out in front with a mic in hand walking towards the ring.
Adam Young: Caliban I've got three speeds boy on, off and bust you in the mouth. Fans in the front row stand up with flags of the Stars and Bars as well as the Texas flag.
Caliban looks around and the BTJ's have three fourths of the ring now surrounded.
Adam Young: You know how we settle things in the South boy, we straight up do it skin on skin son.
Dory and Hick step on up to the ring apron as Adam climbs the ring steps.
Adam Young: You know a few weeks ago I'd just walk on over to you knock the taste out your mouth and call it a day. Now I'm calling your ass out, its put up or shut up bitch!
Crowd: Caliban is a bitch!
Adam Young: You got no choice in the matter either.
Adam steps into the ring as does Dory and Hick.
Adam Young: I'll give you the first shot.
Adam turns his back and Caliban goes to hit Adam in the back but he is caught by Dory and Hick who begin a beatdown like no other beatdown on him. Adam turns around and leans on the ropes as Caliban is begging for mercy.
Adam Young: Mercy is for the weak son.
Adam motions for them to stand him up and Adam nails The End a version of Angels Wings. Adam kneels next to the motionless body of Caliban.
Adam Young: Your puppy dog mouth done bit off more than you can handle son. Get ready to be schooled by this old dog bitch redneck style!
The BTJ's leave the ring and suddenly stop. Adam starts smileing and reaches into his pocket of his cargo shorts and pulls out a can of purple spray paint. He hands it to Dory who rolls back in the ring and sprays BTJ on Calibans back.
Marina Valdivia is inside of her locker room with her publicist/manager Allison Mayberry, as she is getting set for her big match later tonight. The fans cheer her quite loudly.
Allison: You look so ready for this! This last month... damn! I'm telling you Marina, everything has set itself up so well.
Marina Valdivia: I know, but nothing is a formality. I still have a match to win and Colin and Waylon aren't going to lie down for me. This is the biggest opportunity I've had in WCF to date and I'm not going to screw this up. I've been through the ringer with my previously failed opportunities to falter now.
Allison: Just keep doing what you've been doing Marina. You'll be just fine! No more outside distractions either.
Marina Valdivia: Speaking of....I appreciate the whole red carpet entrance you gave me as a nice ode to my pre-wrestling dream of being a Hollywood star, but next time you do something like that, tell me. You know that the media is nothing to start a fire with.
Allison: Right, but I'm a PUBLICIST, remember? You know it's up to me to handle the media. So, don't you worry about a thing there, Diamond Starlet.
Marina Valdivia: I'll be right back, I'm getting something to drink.
Marina exits the room, but to her surprise, she finds a bunch of paparazzi waiting for her with cameras and they instantly start snapping pictures. Some of the flashes catch Marina by surprise.
Marina Valdivia: ALLISON!
There's chatter among the paparazzi.
WMZ Guy: So how does it feel to be gaining popularity?
Japanese Magazine Guy: You're amazing Marina, what do you have planned for tonight?
Fan That Snuck In: Marina, can I have your autograph?
Canadian Journalist: Which title are you going to go for if you win tonight?
Allison steps in front of Marina.
Allison: PEOPLE! PEOPLE! Marina is trying to concentrate on her match tonight so please, none of this right now. I will gladly take questions on her behalf after the show, until then, we want our privacy. Thank you!
Allison shuts the door in front of the chattering paparazzi. Marina shakes her head, not knowing how to handle the situation.
Marina Valdivia: What the hell?
Allison: Considering your success this month, combined with your glamorous looks, I think you're starting to become a... dare I say.... a celebrity among the wrestling community?
Marina Valdivia: Oh God....
Marina Valdivia: I didn't sign up for this.
Allison: Don't worry about that right now. Besides, you figure that the more of a name you make for yourself, the more popular you get. Let's just blow this off and focus on your big match tonight, alright?
The two walk further inside the locker room.
Allison: That's the most important thing, at the end of the day! You're going to rock it tonight! I have a feeling!
Marina Valdivia: Thanks, I have a hell of a feeling about tonight as well.
The two continue to talk for a bit before the scene fades out.
The scene cuts to the packed Blast arena. The thousands in attendance are going wild in anticipation of the next match.
Erin Robbins: We’re live from the Tokyo Dome here in historical Tokyo, Japan! And what a night we’ve had so far! Impressive debut by newcomer Jay Omega against Adam Young and Biohazard earlier this evening!
Zach Davis: The ooze! Oh my god, the ooze! What did you think about that Internet Championship Match between Arabella Montgomery and Caliban?
Erin Robbins: It went pretty much how I expected it to…
Erin is cut off as “Somewhere I Belong” by Linkin Park slashes through the arena like a knife. Maddog “Dean” Diamond comes out from behind the curtain to a small pop, taunting to the crowd and signaling he’s ready for a fight.
Kyle Steel: This triple threat match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the People’s Championship! On his way to the ring, hailing from Devon, England…standing at five foot ten inches and weighing two-hundred and fifteen pounds…THE MADDOG DEAN DIAMOND!!!
The crowd cheers as Maddog slides in to the ring and begins to taunt for the crowd to another relatively nice pop.
Zach Davis: I’m really impressed with what Maddog’s been doing since he got here. In three short weeks he’s found himself with an incredible opportunity facing Alex Jones and Chelsea Armstrong here for the People’s Championship!
Erin Robbins: I love it! Win or lose this match, Maddog has certainly found himself a spot on the WCF roster.
Story of the Years "The Children Sing" blares out. Alex Jones comes out from the back in his wrestling gear and his long blonde hair wet and slicked back. His body covered with a sleeveless coat baring his Dragon Icon on the back.
Kyle Steel: And making his way to the ring from Dallas, Texas…standing at six feet and weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, THE BLACK DRAGON ALEX JONES!!!
Alex runs and slides into the ring before popping up to his feet, he steps to the corner and throws his arms up and outward in a Jesus like pose.
Zach Davis: Here’s a man who has made his feelings known about what he thinks of the People’s Championship...he doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a damn about the people.
Erin Robbins: What a jerk!
Zach Davis: It doesn’t make any sense because this guy is the complete package. He’s got it all! The looks, the charisma, the woman…
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Zach Davis: HERE SHE IS!!!
Kyle Steel: And on her way to the ring…Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada…she is the Mistress of Darkness and the WCF PEOPLE’S CHAMPION…Chelsea Armstrong!!!
Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks. Sliding under the bottom rope the fog begins to fade out as she takes off the cloak tossing it ringside and stares at Alex Jones and Maddog “Dean” Diamond.
Erin Robbins: You want to talk about the complete package? Ever since Chelsea got her hands on the WCF People’s Championship she has refused to let go!!! I’m not hard pressed to say that she will, ONCE AGAIN, walk out of this building tonight as the WCF People’s Champion.
The three competitors begin to circle the ring, not really knowing where to begin. Senior Referee Stanley Moser calls for the bell, the match begins, and the action immediately explodes as Dean and Alex begins pummeling the hell out of each other. Dean gains the upper hand and irish whips Alex in to the corner.
Zach Davis: Oh man! Chelsea letting Dean know that she won’t be forgotten!
Chelsea comes up behind Dean and grabs him in a reverse DDT position and then brings her arm crashing down hard on his throat. Dean hits the ground and Chelsea goes for the cover.
Dean’s shoulder flies off the mat and breaks up the pinfall before the two count. Alex Jones comes up behind Chelsea and brings down a stomp on Chelsea’s shoulder. Alex grabs her by the hair and lifts her off the ground. He hits her hard in the face with an elbow. Chelsea stumbles backwards and Alex runs at her, attempting a clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Oh! But Dean tripped him!
Zach Davis: That’ll stop you in your tracks.
Alex crashed down hard on the mat, slamming his fists as he rose back to his feet. Dean stumbled to stand to his feet and Alex takes advantage by kicking him in the abdomen. Alex lifts Dean off the ground and hits him with a mat shaking suplex. As Alex climbs to hit feet, Chelsea leaps over Maddog and hits Alex with a dropkick and they both spill to the mat.
Zach Davis: All three competitors down now…
Erin Robbins: Who is going to take advantage of this and get to an offensive position first?
Chelsea makes it to her feet first and Dean follows suit. They begin to brawl it out, each shot weakening the other down slowly but surely. Dean gains the upper hand when Chelsea goes for a gut kick. Dean grabs her by the leg and catches her underneath her thigh, suplexing him over his head and she hits the mat hard.
Zach Davis: What a devastating catch suplex from Maddog!
Erin Robbins: Watch out for Alex, Dean!
Alex comes up behind Dean and hits him in the back of the head hard with a double axe handle smash. Dean falls to his knees and Alex runs against the ropes and flies back, hitting Dean hard with a kick to the face. Alex rolls up Dean’s leg for the pin. Stanley Moser hits the mat and counts the pin with Alex counting along.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea broke it up! Chelsea broke up the pinfall!
Zach Davis: That was close, Chelsea! Be careful in there!
Alex looks pissed as he climbs to his feet and heads towards Chelsea. Alex runs at Chelsea, who slips between the middle and top rope, extending her legs outwards and nailing Alex Jones in the stomach. Alex hits the mat hard, holding his abdomen. As he climbs back to his feet, Chelsea takes a spot behind him on the apron. She lifts her leg up and over the top rope, catching Alex around the neck. She falls backwards and grabs Alex’s right arm and begins choking him.
Zach Davis: That’s THE DREAM CATCHER!!! It’s illegal against the ropes like that, though…
Erin Robbins: Like Alex is going to play fair? You got to do what you’ve got to do!!! GO CHELSEA!!!
Stanley Moser begins counting Chelsea out for the illegal hold.
Chelsea lets go of the hold and Alex falls to the ground, holding his throat. Chelsea, now standing on the apron begins taunting to the crowd who erupt in cheers.
Crowd: CHEL-SEA-ARM-STRONG!!! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) CHEL-SEA-ARM-STRONG!!! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP)
Chelsea leaps over the rope and attempts to splash Alex, but Dean interrupts and catches Chelsea’s head…
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!! What a sick impact!!!
Erin Robbins: That move, dubbed the “Diamond Cutter” really packs a punch. Chelsea’s in deep now…
Dean rolls Chelsea over and goes for the pin.
Alex interrupts the pin, kicking Dean hard in the head. Stanley backs Alex away, warning him not to go for that shit again. Alex backs up defensively like “what are you gonna do?” Dean lay on the ground, holding the back of his head. Chelsea rolls away from the action and Alex sets his attention on Dean.
Erin Robbins: Maddog’s in trouble now. He’s got to pull himself out of this one.
Zach Davis: After that cheap shot by Alex, I’m not sure it’s going to be possible. I thought he didn’t care about winning this match?
Alex lifts Dean off the ground and grabs him underneath his leg and his head, lifting him overhead and hitting a hard fisherman’s suplex. Dean lay on the ground now, still cradling his head.
Erin Robbins: Wait, what’s Chelsea doing?
Chelsea is now positioned on the top rope, having recovered from that furious Diamond Cutter unleashed by Dean on her. She leaps off the top rope and connects a kick directly to Alex’s head, knocking him stiff to the ground.
Zach Davis: She might have just repositioned those ivory planks Alex Jones calls teeth.
Chelsea covers Alex and Stanley Moser counts the pin.
Alex’s shoulder comes up off the mat, breaking up yet another pinfall.
Zach Davis: I guess, somewhere deep down, Alex Jones really wants to be the People’s Champion.
Erin Robbins: He wants to be loved…he just doesn’t know it yet.
The three competitors climb to their feet, slowly but surely. They all stand now in a Mexican standoff position in the center of the ring. Dean charges Chelsea, who hits him with an arm drag. Dean hits the mat, but quickly rolls back to his feet. Alex hits Chelsea in the gut with a kick and grabs her by the head. He attempts a DDT, but Dean hits Alex with a clothesline knocking Alex down to the mat. Dean rounds on Chelsea but she catches him around the waist, hitting him the Fade to Black.
Zach Davis: Fade to Black!!! It’s over!!!
Chelsea goes for the pinfall.
Erin Robbins: Dean kicks out!!! Dean kicks out!!!
Zach Davis: All three competitors want to leave tonight with the honor of calling themselves the People’s Champion!!!
Chelsea begins to look stressed, her pride and joy on the line. Alex is now recuperating, standing to his feet. Alex is stumbling back against the ropes, struggling to stay up.
Erin Robbins: They all look like they’re on their last leg!!!
Zach Davis: They’re running on fumes now. This has to come to an end soon.
Alex runs at Chelsea but she throws him over the ropes to the outside. Maddog runs at her next but she kicks him in the gut.
Erin Robbins: DEVIL'S WINGS! SHE HITS IT!
Into the pin!
Zach Davis: Chelsea Black Armstrong retains!
Chelsea's music hits as she lays on the mat, exhausted. The ref waits as she slowly works to a vertical base. She is handed the People's Championship, which she clutches to her chest as she raises her arm up in the air.
Erin Robbins: And once again, one more wrestler is that much closer to the Ultimate Showdown match.
Waylon Cash sits on a bench in his locker room, staring down at the floor. He is in the middle of psyching himself up for his match when Scott Savage stomps in.
Scott Savage: What the hell is your problem?!
Waylon slowly turns his head to look at Scott with a touch of contempt in both his eyes and voice.
Waylon Cash: What do you mean?
Scott Savage:You know damn well what I mean! I called a pre pay per view meeting, and you completely blew it off.
Waylon turns back to the floor.
Waylon Cash: My phone’s been actin’ weird lately. I must not’ve got the message.
Scott grabs Waylon by his shirt, and lifts him to a standing position. Cash immediately smacks his hand away and gets in his face, which is difficult considering the height difference.
Waylon Cash: You wanna take a swing mother fucker?! Do it! Hit me Scott! Break my fuckin’ neck! Put me out Scott! You better, because if you take that swing and don’t put me out, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. I’ll tear you limb from limb like it was nothin’!
Scott can only stare down in confusion at the man he used to know. Waylon’s eyes are bloodshot, and his teeth are bared. He seems more beast than man from this angle. Scott can only shake his head sadly, and step out of the room, leaving Waylon to slam his fist into his locker door. Scott gets down the hallway, and hides around a corner, before pulling out his phone and making a call.
Scott Savage: Gable… yeah, we have a problem.
Zach Davis: Tag team action about to be underway. The Vapor Kings taking on Alpine and Ciserano of Sequitus.
Erin Robbins: We have a great match ahead of us. The high fyling, high energy tactics of Sequitus is going to clash hard against the smash out, all out brawling of The Vapor Kings.
an orchestral roll sounds through the arena, the drums of war roll and then a gunshot kills the sensation and a hip hop instrumental plays through the arena. Alpine and Ciserano walk out on stage to a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Sequitus make their way down to the ring as Kyle Steel introduces them.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and twelve pounds.. Brent “ The Vine” Alpine and Jordan Ciserano... Sequitus!
Alpine and Ciserno slide into the ring and pose for the crowd.
Erin Robbins: Alpine and Ciserano could make a huge impact with a victory here over The Vapor Kings.
Zach Davis: Especially the only victory over The Vapor Kings tag team.
“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” hits the PA system. Buddy Roman makes his way out from the back with a mic in his hand. He quiets the crowd down with a hushing motion of hand before he speaks.
Buddy Roman: Sequitus. Sequitus. Alpine and Ciserano. Take a good look. Take a good look at all the small insignificant things that you've accomplished. Joining WCF. Joining Sequitus. I think one of you actually may have won a title a few months ago. Oh wait. That was Alpine when he had something resembling a scrotum. So now here you are at the most defining moment of your careers. Standing before The Vapor Kings. Standing before the uncrowned kings of WCF tag team wrestling. The titles may be on the line in another match but right now the true champions are in action. Right now, the true champions are going to put on a clinic. Right now, The Vapor Kings are going to kill you. Conquer. The. Hate.
Zach Davis: Buddy Roman, being the sick twisted man that he is. Sick and twisted but genius.
Erin Robbins: I'm just glad it's over.
"Spacegrass" by Clutch filters through the PA system Buddy Roman makes his way down the ramp of the arena du jour while yellow and green lights flash intermittently. A cloud of smoke gradually engulfs the ringside area, complementing the early 90's stoner rock vibe. Zombie McMorris and Diablo Calzone appear in the audience, silhouetted by a spotlight, nodding out to the music. They begin their walk down to the ring and are quickly snatched up by the fans. The duo is bodysurfed through the crowd all the way down to the barrier. They hop the crowd barrier just as the music kicks into high gear, becoming heavier and more aggressive. ZMAC and D-LO headbang and play air guitar and drums, respectively, before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. They hop onto the turnbuckles in opposite corners of the ring and salute their fans as the music fades.
Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings in the ring. Looks like DLO will take the start of the match against Ciserano.
Zach Davis: Well, Ciserano is grossly oversized in this match but thats been the theme as late. He is one of the smallest guys in the locker room but he certainly has one of the biggest hearts.
Jordan and DLO lock up in the middle of the ring but DLO shoves Jordan away. Jordan comes back as DLO tries for a clothesline but Jordon baseball slides under him, coming up behind DLO and bringing him down by the neck. Jordan stomps away before hitting the ropes and jumping high into the air for huge knee drop to the head. DLO rolls towards the ropes, holding his forehead. Dlo gets up to one knee, using the ropes as leverage. Jordan runs towards DLO but gets dumped over the ropes, only to land on his feet.
Erin Robbins: Neck drop on DLO by Jordan.
Jordan leaps up on the ropes and gives off for a cross body but is caught by DLO and is tossed away with a barrel suplex. DLO picks up Jordan and buries a knee in his gut, hooking him up for a stalling suplex into a quick pin.
DLO picks up Jordan and whips him off the ropes and tries for a side slam.
Zach Davis: Tilt-a whirl head scissors by Jordan. DLO goes flyin.
Jordan quickly recovers and climbs the buckle in his corner as DLO gets to his feet.
Erin Robbins: drop kick by Jordan!
Jordan picks up Dlo and lays into him with some stiff kicks. DLO catches one of the kicks and Jordan back flips out of it but ends up getting his head taken off with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Jordans down. DLOs down.
The ref starts his count.
Erin Robbins: Jordans up! DLO's up!
Both men crawl to their corner...
Zach Davis: Brent's in!
Zach Davis: ZMAC's in!
ZMAC hits the ring with a clubbing double ax handle. Brent hits the mat and takes a moment to get back up. ZMAC crouches in the corner and sizes up Brent.
Erin Robbins: Spear!
ZMAC picks up Brent and starts laying in big right hands. ZMAC backs Brent up against the ropes and continues the assault until both men topple out side of the ring. ZMAC shoves Brent towards the steel post. ZMAC charges but Brent hits a drop toe hold and ZMAC eats steel.
Brent comes back and hits a snapping neck breaker. DLO hops dwn from his corner and starts brawling with Brent.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Jordan! Spring board shooting star press!
Zach Davis: He takes out his partner in the process!
Erin Robbins: Thats Jordans style. Thats heart and soul right there.
Jordan gets up, pulling Brent with him.
Brent picks up Dlo and sets him up for a powerbomb as Jordan climbs up to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Brent going for a power bomb on DLO.
Erin Robbins: Jordan off the top with a senton!
Zach Davis: Senton powerbomb!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit!
Erin Robbins: It's Buddy Roman! It attacks Brent!
Zach Davis: But Brent don't look too happy.
Buddy Roman turns tail and runs away, hopping the crowd barrier. Brent gives chase but as soon as he reaches the barrier , Buddy pops back up.
Zach Davis: What a Jaw jacking shot.
Erin Robbins: And the ref was checking on DLO and Jordan.
Zach Davis: ZMAC gets to his feet and heads over to Brent.
ZMAC picks up Brent and hooks him up for a suplex, slamming his down on the barrier, gut first. ZMAC turns around...
Erin Robbins: Ciserano super kick!
Jordan picks up ZMAC and rolls him back into the ring as Jordan tries to get Brent back up. He helps Brent back over the railing as Brent slides into the ring. He picks up ZMAC.
Zach Davis: Whats Brent going to do? He signals to put ZMAC away..
Erin Robbins: The Glow Worm!
Zach Davis: DLO with the save!
Erin Robbins: DLO just making the save.
Brent gets up and kicks DLO out of the ring. He goes back over to ZMAC and tries the pin again.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC with the shoulder up!
Brent gets up and kicks ZMAC out of the ring in frustration. ZMAC gets to knee and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small vial of power. ZMAC snorts it, throwing the vial into the crowd and rolls back into the ring. Brent grabs him by the hair and starts hammering away at him but ZMAC goes unaffected.
Zach Davis: ZMACS “coking” up!
Erin Robbins: ZMAC with a knee to the gut!
Zach Davis: World Tour 69'! DDT!
Jordan hits the ring!
Erin Robbins: Zombie Drop!
ZMAC turns around.
ZMAC: Boot Party!
Zach Davis: Boot Party, punt kick to Brent!
Erin Robbins: Brent kicks out!
ZMAC goes to pick up Brent but gets rolled up with a small package.
Zach Davis: Brent going for a tag now.
Erin Robbins: DLO's in! He grabs Brent by the leg...
Zach Davis: Brent turns and nails DLO with an Enzugeri!
Erin Robbins: Jordans in!
Zach Davis: The Bulls Horns!
Erin Robbins: Jordan taking to the top rope. He's waiting for DLO to get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Whats Jordan going to do?
Erin Robbins: Turtle Power! Superman punch!
ZMAC hits the ring at the same time as Brent and lays him out over the ropes with a big boot!
Zach Davis: DLO with the Shell Shock! Back pack stunner!
Erin Robbins: But ZMAC runs up underneath him and scoops him on his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Jordan Ciserano is up on a high angle back pack stunner! Hes on DLO's shoulders and DLO is on ZMACS!
Erin Robbins: Good night Jordan.
Zach Davis: Wow! What a move! The Vapor Kings pick up another win and keep rolling on with the momentum.
Erin Robbins: Team Science and The New Confederacy better what close- Vapor Kings will be up to bat for those tag belts soon.
Backstage, Hank Brown, with a camera in tow, catches up with Jay Omega, wandering the halls of the Tokyo Dome after his match.
Hank Brown: Mr. Omega, can we get your thoughts on your performance tonight?
The Omega Man pauses, throwing a glance at the camera.
Jay Omega: Could have been better. Could have been worse. Not my best showing, but if tonight was any indication, it won't be long before I'm holding gold. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to speak with Lerch, to finalize some of the minor details of my contract.
Not happy with the dismissal, Hank tries again.
Hank Brown: If I could just get a few words--
Jay Omega: How about piss off?
Omega brushes past Hank and turns a corner, but stops abruptly, rocking back on his heels, his eye widening to their limits.
Jay Omega: You?!?
The camera quickly shuffles around the corner, taking in a wiry man with wavy, dirty blond hair, and a five o'clock shadow, wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt. His face splits into a feral grin, revealing large, gleaming white fangs. When he speaks, his voice sounds like a throaty combination of gravel and gasoline.
Jay Omega: What in the nine hells are you doing here, Hyena?
Hyena narrows his eyes in a glower, smile vanishing abruptly from his features. He casually turns his head to one side and spits before answering
Hyena: First, there's only one hell, Last Man, and we're living it. Second, the fuck do you think I'm doing here? I sure as shit didn't come for the sushi.
The Manimal stands up a little straighter, his posture confrontational as he gets in Jay's face. Omega waves a hand under his nose, his face crinkling.
Jay Omega: You're still as fragrant as ever, I see.
Hyena flashes a thin smile and a sour laugh.
Hyena: And you are still flippant. Good.
Hyena's smile vanishes again, and his eyes blaze with white hot fury, his voice becoming a flesh tearing snarl.
Hyena: That'll make pounding your face into jelly that much more satisfying. I came here to fight, Last Man, but these office monkeys wouldn't give me one tonight, and I even wore my white shirt. So step lightly and step back because I'm not in the mood for any bullshit.
Omega puts on a bored expression, reflected in the tone of his voice. His features melt into a cocky grin as he speaks.
Jay Omega: I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with some spineless little pusshole. But just because the suits shot you down doesn't mean jack. There's plenty of people around here who could use a fist in the face. Of course, I'm too busy to show you around, so how about you go find a garbage can to paw through? Might improve your smell.
Hyena leans in just a little closer, eyes wide, fangs bared, studying Omega's smirking grin for a moment. When Jay refuses to flinch, Hyena grunts and steps back.
Hyena: If I had a nickel for every time somebody jabbed at my smell... I'd have about three dollars.
He then casually walks past Omega, making sure to bump his shoulder, and strolls down the hall, calling back over his shoulder as he leaves.
Hyena: You'll be seeing more of me, Jay. Very, very soon.
The camera follows Hyena briefly as he rounds the corner that Jay Omega had come from, his footsteps receding into the distance. Jay chuckles, his grin changing from cocky to smug, as the camera turns back in his direction.
Jay Omega: Never thought I'd see that flea-bitten mutt again. I figured Animal Control would have put him down by now.
The camera swerves wildly to dodge the sudden swing of a steel chair, aimed at Omega's head, but just missing and catching him hard on the shoulder as he starts to turn. The cameraman curses as he steps back, and Hyena returns to view, growling wildly, his eyes like bloodshot saucers.
Hyena: Well you figured wrong, god dammit!
The enraged Hyena takes another swing with the chair, but Omega times his dodge perfectly, spinning to the side as the chair whistles past his face by a fraction of an inch. Jay wraps an arm around Hyena's neck, and hooks his leg for a Russian leg sweep, but the cagey beast reverses the momentum of his swing, whipping the chair back into Omega's face, and nearly clipping himself in the jaw. The Omega Man stumbles back, and Hyena starts to turn, intent on delivering a knockout blow, but Jay ducks low and spins, lashing out with a sweep that takes the Manimal off his feet. Omega wastes no time in pouncing, throwing a haymaker at Hyena's face, but the dangerous beast easily blocks with the chair, drawing a curse from Jay. Hyena snaps up a kick, planting his shin square in Omega's spine, which throws him forward, off balance, but only for a moment, as the agile Omega Man turns the momentum into a cartwheel.
Jay Omega: You'll have to do better than that, pup.
Hyena doesn't answer with anything more than a growl as he surges to his feet. He raises the chair high, but Omega charges forward, ducking low again as he collides with Hyena, then lifts him up for three running steps. Hyena quickly drops the chair, and throws a wild punch at the side of Jay's head, stealing most of the force behind the spinebuster as Omega just drops him. Hyena hits the ground with a noise halfway between a grunt and a laugh, then quickly starts to regain a vertical base, when the Hardcore Maniac kicks him in the face, then mounts him to slam a trio of elbows into the Manimal's mouth. Hyena rewards him with another feral grin, blood smeared across his fangs, and fires off a left cross. Jay rolls with the punch, and comes to his feet, catching hold a handful of Hyena's hair as he tries to do the same. With a grip on Hyena's shirt, Omega barrels the two of them down the hall, throwing Hyena into a vending machine at the juncture. The Manimal rebounds into a charge back at Jay, catching the Omega Man by surprise with a tackle that smashes the two of them into a table holding a coffee station. Both men hiss in pain as the scalding liquid finds their skin, but neither stops fighting. Hyena is the first to his feet, and grabs a bottle off the next table in the line. Jay kips up to his feet as the Manimal swings, the bottle shattering on the side of Omega's head, spraying reddish liquid across his eyes.
Jay Omega: GAH! Hot sauce! Es muy piquante!
Hyena licks the edge of the broken bottle in his hand, spits out a sliver of glass, and frowns with disappointment.
Hyena: It's only mild, you jac--
The Manimal is interrupted by a dropkick that sends him crashing through the table, scattering cold cuts everywhere. Jay quickly hauls him back to his feet, then pushes Hyena's face into a large punch bowl, holding his head submerged for a few seconds, before throwing him back to the ground.
Jay Omega: And that's why you don't drink the punch! 'Cause there's always some dog like you drooling in it!
Omega reaches down, but Hyena spits a mouthful of punch mixed with blood in his face, causing Jay to recoil in disgust. The Manimal rolls to one knee, drives an uppercut into Jay's groin, then springs to his feet. In one swift, fluid motion, Hyena lifts the Hardcore Maniac with a Fisherman's suplex, turns about, and drives Omega back first into the salad bar. Jay rolls off the opposite side of the bar with a groan as Hyena clambers onto the table. The Manimal leaps off, intent on a double axe handle, when the Omega Man levels him mid-air with a silver serving platter. Hyena hits the ground in a heap, and Jay starts throwing handfuls of lettuce and cucumber in his face, before hurling the entire salad bowl at him. Thinking the battle done, Omega's shoulders slump, as he blows out a breath.
Jay Omega: Well, that was fun, but I--
Hyena interrupts by exploding into motion, coiling from a prone position to a crouched one, then launching himself almost faster than the eye can follow, connecting with a Clothesline From Hell. Caught completely by surprise, Omega reacts on instinct, locking an arm around Hyena's neck at the moment of impact, taking both men to the ground, and driving both their heads into the concrete floor with a pair of sickening cracks. Both men lie very still for a few moments, until Hyena rolls onto his back, and lets out a low chortle.
Hyena: Heh, that's why you don't drink the punch.
Omega guffaws in response, and the pair sit up simultaneously. Jay rubs the back of his head, while Hyena merely shakes his vigorously, then rolls his neck.
Hyena: Good fight. Sake?
Jay Omega: Hell yeah. I know a great place down in Kabukicho.
The Omega Man climbs to his feet, and offers his hand as he offers an explanation.
Jay Omega: Red light district.
The Manimal slaps the proffered hand away, regains his feet under his own power, then gives Jay a quizzical, and interested look.
Hyena: Japanese titty town, huh? This I've gotta see. You know you're buying, right?
Jay Omega: Always am.
The two men then walk away, chatting amiably, leaving Hank Brown with an utterly bewildered expression on his face.
Hank Brown: What the hell just happened?
The opening riff to "The End Of Heartache" echoes throughout the arena as Colin Marshall leaps out through the curtain. He walks along the stage before falling to his knees right before he walks down the ramp. He holds his arms out as the crowd echoes with a mixture of cheers and boos. He stands and makes his way down the ramp. He comes to the end and slides in to the ring, keeping one hand on the bottom rope, catching his slide. He lifts himself up and stands on the middle rope, taunting to the crowd. He steps off the rope, removes his jacket, and awaits the beginning of the match.
Kyle Steel: This triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from McKinney, Texas, weighing in at 200 pounds, Colin Marshall!
Zach Davis: This is the wildcard contender's match! The winner of this match recieves a title shot for ANY non-world championship they desire. Therefore, this is a statement match for all three competitors.
Erin Robbins: And this man isn't going to win, because he's playing to his doubters too much by even acknowledging them. It's no wonder he went on a long, winless streak.
Zach Davis: True, but he's turning the corner now.
Erin Robbins: Turning the corner? He's blown every opportunity in WCF that he's ever had.
"Maneater" hits the PA System. As soon as the music hits, the fans cheer as Marina Valdivia walks out. She walks to the ring, acknowledging the reaction she is getting from the fans. She gets in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer her. She removes her jacket that she wears along the way to the ring and lays it in the corner, then stands there and stretches out as she waits.
Kyle Steel: From San Diego, California, Marina Valdivia!
Zach Davis: Marina is coming in on a nice hot streak! She's had a great month of June, and she's looking to prove that she's more than a pretty face, and a face in the tag team division.
Erin Robbins: It's all a fluke! That's all! There is only one woman worthy of being at the top, and that's Sarah Twilight. Marina is no Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: I don't think she even wants to be Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: And that's why she's not worthy of being at the top.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Kyle Steel: From Macon, Georgia, weighing in at 230 pounds, Waylon Cash!
Zach Davis: I'm damn sure that Waylon Cash is probably thinking about going for either the Hardcore or People's title should he win here tonight. He needs either one to be a grand slam championship.
Erin Robbins: He's got this, easily. He's the most experienced, he's S-PAC for crying out loud and Scott Savage has taught him well.
Zach Davis: It doesn't mean everything though. Colin is driven and Marina has beaten quite a collection of WCF mainstays lately.
Erin Robbins: That all comes to a halt tonight!
DING! DING! DING!
The very second the bell rings, Colin and Waylon immediately start firing shot at each other, leaving Marina out of the equation all together. Waylon hits a right, only to be hit with a right from Colin right after. Both men are swinging viciously at each other, as Marina decides to stick her nose into their fight. With the fans going crazy, Marina grabs onto both men's shoulders, only to be socked with a punch from each of them, knocking Marina back. They quickly each grab an arm and whip her across the ring, taking her to the mat with a double reverse elbow. With Marina down, holding her jaw, Waylon and Colin go right back to where they were, firing shot after shot after shot at each other, and causing the crowd to go insane. As Marina sits up, holding her jaw, Colin gets the upper hand on Waylon and soon gets in two shots at a time, and then three, knocking the former world champion against the ropes. He grabs onto Waylon's arm and whips him across the ring, waiting as he comes back and looking for a back body drop. What he gets instead though, is a boot to the chest, followed by a DDT that takes Colin right to the mat and causes the crowd to gasp a little. Waylon doesn't waste any time and gets right back to his feet, but as he does, he's met with a boot to the gut from Marina and a DDT of her own to follow it, that drops Waylon to the mat hard on his head. Upon impact, Marina spins her body and hooks Waylon's leg, lookin for the first cover of the match. The ref drops as Marina keeps her eyes on Colin.
Waylon kicks out, causing the crowd to boo a little, even though they knew it wouldn't be over. Marina grabs Waylon by the back of the head and brings him to his feet, setting him up for another snap DDT. But this time, Waylon drops down behind Marina and goes straight to the mat, as to avoid the foot that's flying in the air from Colin's attempted super kick. Marina turns around quickly only to get a boot to the gut, just as Waylon grabs Colin from behind and plants him with a reverse DDT this time, once again causing the crowd to gasp.
Zach Davis: Wow, this is solid action so far from these three, and it appears that the former WCF World Champion is in control!
Erin Robbins: As expected! He's far more experienced, so he's dominating this match just as he should be!
Zach Davis: Marina has beaten two former World Champions this month, why even count her out?
Erin Robbins: This is WAYLON CASH, Zach! WAYLON CASH! Neither her or Colin are in his league.
Waylon takes a deep breath as he forces himself back to his feet, only to get booted in the gut by Marina yet again. This time, Marina whips Waylon into the corner turnbuckle and follows him, looking for a clothesline. Only what she gets for her trouble is an elbow to the face that sends her reeling out as Colin starts to come to. Waylon hoists himself up to the second rope and smirks, as Marina turns around and Waylon leaps, connecting with a kick to the side of Marina's head, that drops her to her knees. Waylon stays vertical and smirks as he backs up and runs, booting Marina right in the gut and flipping her onto her back on the mat. As he does, he notices that Colin's getting to his feet and he grabs Colin by the back of the head and brings him to the corner turnbuckle. As he does though, Colin fires back with a right hand, sending Waylon reeling, and he leaps in the air, taking the former world champion to the mat with a vicious dropkick. Colin gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he picks his prey and grabs onto the hair of Marina. He yanks her head back and smirks .
Colin drives his knee into Marina's gut, still holding onto her hair as he takes joy in the fact that he's putting Marina through pain. He pulls her head back one final time and delivers a vicious knee right to Marina's gut that cocks her up for a second before dropping her right back to the mat. He chuckles as he shakes his head and turns, only to get tackled to the mat from Waylon. Waylon starts to throw right hand after left hand, doing everything he can to inflict pain on Colin, and the fans boo this. After a few shots, he looks down at a groggy Colin and smirks, spitting right in Colin's face and forcing himself to his feet.
Zach Davis: Wow! TOTAL DISRESPECT! You don't spit on someone like that! That's just wrong!
Erin Robbins: How is that wrong? He's establishing his place! There is nothing wrong with what he just did. You're just being too much of a traditionalist!
Zach Davis: That still gives him no excuse to spit on him.
Erin Robbins: Maybe I should spit on you for being annoying as hell!
Waylon laughs to himself, as he looks down at Colin and shakes his head. Before he can even turn around though, Marina grabs him up from behind and grabs his chin, looking to plant the former world champion with the jawbreaker! Waylon struggles and manages to slide from Marina's grasp, flipping behind her as he does. The fans boo as Marina turns and Waylon swings for a right hand. Only instead of connecting, Marina ducks the shot and wraps her arms around Waylon's waist, lurging forward and planting him with a Russian Leg Sweep. The fans explode with cheers as Marina makes a quick cover and the ref slides and drops.
1..................2....................Waylon grabs onto the bottom rope, forcing Marina to break the pin.
The fans boo as Waylon rolls out of the ring and smirks, holding the back of his neck as he looks up at Marina. Marina smirks as she leans on the top rope, looking down at Waylon, who just keeps backing up and leans against the announcers table, trying to gain some sort of focus. Marina goes to step through the ropes, but as she does, she's suddenly spun around and grabbed, as Colin plants her on the mat with a headlock suplex! The fans explode with cheers as Colin smirks and hooks Marina's leg.
Waylon snatches the chair out from under the ring announcer and runs at the ring.
He slides under the bottom rope and goes to crack Colin with the chair, but the ref breaks his count and stops Waylon from using the chair. The ref pulls the chair out of his hands, but Waylon doesnt look bothered as he quickly delivers a sharp kick to the head of Colin. Colin rolls over, clutching his skull as Waylon lays on his back, looking up at the light, relieved that he stopped one pin from happening.
Zach Davis: And now Waylon brought a chair into the ring! That's fantastic. I say that with sarcasm by the way.
Erin Robbins: He was playing it smart, that's all. He knew the referee would have to break the count.
Zach Davis: Waylon can only commit so much underhanded tactics!
Erin Robbins: Well, excuse Waylon Cash for wanting to be a grand slam champion!
Waylon's worried expression soon turns to one of joy as a smirk appears on his face and he rolls over and hooks Marina's leg, looking to steal the pin from Colin's effort. Before the ref can even drop though, Marina kicks out, firing her arm in the air. The fans explode with cheers as Waylon shuffles himself back, getting to his feet and calling for Marina to get to her feet as he cracks his fist against the canvas. The fans are booing insanely loud as Marina uses the ropes to get to her feet and Waylon stands there, ready to strike. Marina finally gets to her feet and turns. Waylon cocks his right fist back and swings, only for Marina to duck the shot. Waylon is shocked that Marina ducked his right hand, but not as much as Marina's next move does. Marina grabs Waylon by the head, forcing him to drop to the mat with a jawbreaker on the former world champion. The fans absolutely explode with cheers, before as Marina pops up, before she's even able to capitalize on her efforts, she's struck right in the side of the head with a super kick, causing the crowd to gasp in unison. Colin falls back, still feeling the effects of the kick to the head, as all three wrestlers lay lifeless in the center of the ring.
Colin starts to come to first, being the freshest wrestler, as he shakes his head and turns over, getting to his hands and knees. He reaches up and grabs the back of his neck, still feeling the effects of the match, as he shakes it off and forces himself to his feet, stumbling and leaning against the ropes. The fans are cheering, as Marina and Waylon are still laying lifeless on the mat. Colin finally notices that both of his opponents are down and a smirk comes across his face. The fans cheer loudly, as Colin kicks Marina over so she's lying on her back. Cover!
Colin gets up, and then out of nowhere, Waylon gets to one knee and springs upward, flipping as he corkscrews and connects with a leaping roundhouse kick to the back of Colin's skull! The fans all gasp in unison as Colin falls forward, falling face first to the mat right next to Marina. Waylon lands on his knees and quickly grabs Marina's leg, rolling himself over on top of Marina, looking to gain from Colin's efforts.
Marina just barely gets her shoulder off the mat, and the fans go absolutely insane with cheers. Waylon can't believe it, and hooks both legs this time, trying one more time for the cover.
1............2................ Marina kicks out again, and this time with more authority as the fans in the arena get on their feet, applauding the efforts of Marina.
Waylon begins to pound on the mat viciously, obviously frustrated with the fact that he can't keep Marina down.
Erin Robbins: What in the hell is it going to take for Waylon to keep that bitch down?
Zach Davis: You just won't accept the fact that Marina's not a quitter, will you?
Erin Robbins: I hate how she flaunts that she's 'different'. Screw different! I like the bad girls! She sucks!
Zach Davis: Waylon is wondering what he's got to do to keep her down now...
Waylon gets to his feet, nearly seething at the mouth as he stumbles as he gets completely vertical. He cocks his right fist back and goes to slam it down on Marina's skull, but Marina rolls out of the way. Waylon stalks up, swinging again, but this time, Marina boots up and connects with Waylon's gut, keeling the former world champion over a little. As he comes down, Marina reaches up and brings Waylon down into a DDT position, locking her arm around Waylon's head and not letting go. The fans cheer loudly as Waylon tries everything in his power to free himself, but to no avail. Colin starts to come to as Marina puts pressure on Waylon's head, making sure not to let him go. Waylon however, finds a way out of the hold and flips over completely, bridging Marina to the mat and causing the ref to drop.
Marina lets go of the hold and turns around, getting to her feet, just as both Waylon and Colin do. All three wrestlers are on their feet. All three wrestlers are having a hard time staying there, and all three wrestlers are looking to get the winning pin-fall. Colin doesn't waste any time and swings his foot in the air, looking to hit Waylon with a spinning heel kick, but Waylon ducks and Colin spins. As he comes back around, Waylon leaps, looking for a Double knee facebreaker, but Colin holds onto the ropes and Waylon falls back first to the mat, arching his back in pain. As Colin smirks down at him, Marina comes out of nowhere and clotheslines Colin right over the top rope, sending Colin floating over the top rope and down to the floor. The fans cheer as Marina rolls out of the ring and follows Colin. Marina grabs Colin by the arm, the second he gets to his feet and goes to whip him violently into the steel steps. As he does though, Colin reverses the throw and pulls Marina towards him, booting her right in the gut viciously. Colin grabs Marina by the hair and smirks, spitting in her face before hitting her with a hard European uppercut. Marina stumbles back and Colin runs at her, looking for a clothesline, but Marina ducks the shot and fires back with a chop that stings Colin's chest. Colin responds with a shot to the face, which Marina withstands and delivers one of her own. Colin reels back a bit and Marina drives her boot into Colin's gut, setting her up for a DDT. As she turns him though, Waylon comes running from the other side of the ring and leaps, springboarding off the top rope and twisting in mid air to take both Marina and Colin to the floor with an insane twisting attack! The fans go insane as Waylon - in pain - rolls back to his feet and smirks down at the two wrestlers he just took out, who are obviously in pain. Waylon grabs Colin by the back of the head and kneels down, looking right in his face as he does.
Waylon brings him to his feet and wraps his arms around Colin's waist, running and driving Colin's back right into the apron. The crowd gasps in unison and starts to boo loudly as Waylon proceeds to do so again and again and again, making it so that Colin can barely even stand from the pain in his back. As he goes to fall forward, Waylon instead slides him into the ring and rolls him, leaping onto the apron with a vicious smirk on his face as Colin turns over and starts to come to.
Waylon walks along the apron with a cold and calculated stare in his eyes. As he gets to the turnbuckle, he places one foot on the bottom rung and looks back at Marina, who's still not on her feet. The former world champion chuckles as he climbs the turnbuckle and positions himself just right, as all the fans in the arena begin to boo insanely loud. Colin looks up at Waylon as Waylon cocks himself back and leaps, turning in mid air and connecting with a leg drop on Colin who's laying in the middle of the ring. The fans go insane with boos as the impact causes Waylon to roll around from the pain, until he eventually finds his way back to Colin, hooks his leg and covers him, as the ref drops.
Waylon gets Colin up to a vertical base! Waylon then wastes no time lifting up Colin, then setting him up for the Killshot. However, before he can hit it. Marina comes in like a bolt of lightning with a SUPERKICK to the jaw! The fans explode as Waylon goes down while he lets go of Colin. Colin stumbles to his feet and he turns around right into a chick kick from Marina. The fans cheer as she climbs to the top rope. She measures both of her opponents. She leaps and chooses to connect with the California Splash on Waylon Cash! Cover!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, MARINA VALDIVIA!
Erin Robbins: You've got to be kidding...
Zach Davis: Erin, why don't you just accept it? Marina is for real, and she proved it tonight! Marina has beaten a third former WCF World Champion this month, and a second triple crown champion.
Erin Robbins: Neither her or her stupid tag team partner are ever going to amount to anything.
Zach Davis: You can complain all you want Erin, but Marina has any championship match she wants now!
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Zach Davis: OH SHIT.
Erin Robbins: What, who is that?
Zach Davis: JONNY FLY!
Erin Robbins: Oh. Boooooooo.
Jonny Fly slowly saunters onto the stage and the crowd explodes from their seats.
Zach Davis: We haven’t seen Jonny Fly all month after teaming with Jayson Price and Corey Black in the Trios Cup finals.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, because during the after party he hurt his finger in the cooch of a hooker…or something like that.
Zach Davis: A tragic accident. Just absolutely tragic. A wrestler in his prime, at the top of his game, and then in one night everything just snatched away from him…literally…snatched.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, yeah, whatever. He’s perfectly fine…other than what he’s wearing right now, I should say.
As Fly centers himself on the stage and looks out at the crowd, we notice that he’s wearing a black trenchcoat, black boots, black eye shadow, black sunglasses, black undershirt, black underwear, black shoe laces, black gum in his mouth, black cell phone in his front pocket and black wallet in the back pocket of his black pants. This is not normal Fly attire, to be sure.
Zach Davis: Uh…yeah, what is this all about?
Erin Robbins: …and where is his hand?
Oh right, one more thing. Fly’s hand has been pulled into the sleeve of his trenchcoat. His injured finger cannot be seen. Slowly, and without emotion, Fly begins to slowly walk toward ringside. As he reaches, he slides into the ring and calls for a microphone. The party is about to begin. The crowd quiets as Fly raises the microphone to his lips.
Jonny Fly: Today, I close the end of an era.
Erin Robbins: Thank god. He’s retiring! Let’s get hookers to celebrate, Zach!
Zach Davis shudders and hides his fingers.
Jonny Fly: Life has hardened me, my friends. This month has changed everything. I can see the world clearer now. It’s as I always expected, the good people, the people like the person I’ve been pretending to be over the last six months, and those people are weak. I did everything right. I donated to charities. I helped my fellow wrestlers. I supported my friends in Pantheon. I even sent Seth Lerch a fruit basket two months ago apologizing for all I’ve done to him in the past. Look where that got me…LOOK WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME!!
Fly pulls his hand out of his trenchcoat pocket. His hand is gone. There is no hand at all. Instead, a metal replacement has been fashioned.
Jonny Fly: I’m now a fuckin’ cyborg! I’m Jonny Bionic….or maybe Bionic Fly, or just Jonny Flyionic. I’m still deciding. Long story short, my very, very injured finger became infected. The infection spread rapidly and next thing I know my whole fuckin’ hand was gone. So you know what? Fuck this shit. I’m now evil.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Just like that? “I’m now evil.” Is that how it works?
Erin Robbins: Who cares. Hand is obviously fake, Zach.
Jonny Fly: This is my new attire. I call it Black Death, which should be my new nickname moving forward. I would also live to offer an olive branch to Oblivion. I hope that we can be friends moving forward and kill people together and all that evil type of shit. Lastly, to my so-called friends in Pantheon, this is my fare…
“Pursuit of Honor” hits over the PA System. A not very pleased Corey Black walks out from the back and immediately heads down the ramp toward ringside. There’s a purpose in his step as he takes to the steel ring steps to elevate himself into the ring. He too calls for a microphone. Receiving one, he turns back to Fly.
Corey Black: Bro, what the fuck is going on here? Gothic look? Mutant hand? I haven’t heard from your ass all month.
Jonny Fly: The world has spited me, Corey. A life of wrongdoings and people telling me to change my ways. Finally, I listen, and then my wrestling career is nearly stripped from me by a stripper. Some would call that ironic, I call it a sign. Fuck being the good guy. Fuck doing the right thing. The only thing I’m truly good at is causing pain and misery to grown men and women in the wrestling ring. Now, I’m going to do that with a new edge.
Black shakes his head furiously.
Corey Black: No. MOTHERFUCKER, you cut that shit out right now. You got hurt. It happens. It happens all the time. It’s happen to Jayson Price a half dozen times in three years.
Jonny Fly: Wait, wasn’t that Jay Price?
Corey Black: FUCK YOU FLY. This isn’t going down like this. You’re Pantheon, whether you like it or not. You and I, we’re owed a tag title shot and we ARE going to have that match in the near future – and then we’re going to win – and then we’re bringing sexy back to the tag team division.
Jonny Fly: WAIT. I thought sexy had already been brought back. After all, Sarah Jessica Parker is no longer afflicting my television or being cast in movies. I thought we had turned the corner, man?
Fly puts a finger from his metal hand to his chin in a thinking pose.
Jonny Fly: I’m not so sure anymore. People keep telling me the chick from Bones is hot, but I certainly wouldn’t bone Bones, you know what I’m saying? So, once again, I’m left at a loss. Everything I’ve ever known I now question. I thought I couldn’t get hurt. I thought I was invincible. Now look at me, a handless wrestler. It’s an embarrassment.
Black has finally heard enough. He reaches out and grabs Fly’s bionic hand. With a good yank, he pulls the hand all the way off.
Zach Davis: OH COME ON!
Erin Robbins: I told you Zach, fake hand. What a tool.
In place of Fly’s metal hand…is his real hand. Black shakes his head in disgust and tosses the fake hand into the crowd. Upon closer inspection, we don’t see any bandaging on Fly’s previously injured finger. We do, however, see a big smile on Fly’s face.
Jonny Fly: Surprise! My finger is healed. I’ll be back in two weeks, AND BETTER THAN MOTHERFUCKING EVER! It's not WCF without Jonny Fly handing out Flyjobber badges to the masses on a weekly basis.
Understanding that this was all a joke, Black begins to laugh.
Corey Black: About damn time. I hope you enjoyed your little vacation. We have work to do.
Black and Fly embrace in a super manly hug, as the scene cuts away.
The scene cuts back to the ring as ‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Jones struts out onto the stage followed by Tayla Williams.
Zach Davis: Stacy Jones and Tayla Williams…two thirds of Trinity and two thirds of the reason for this boner.
Erin Robbins: Slummy jokes now? How low will you sink Zach? Give her some credit will you? She’s incredible in the ring and if she heard what you just said…she would probably kick your ass.
Zach Davis: Please don’t tell her I said that…
The two stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by Tayla Williams...from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds! Stacy…Jones!
The two women reach the ring and roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands. She then unzips her jacket, taking it off and handing it to Williams who then leaves the ring as ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. "Angel with a Shotgun" by Nightcore begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse.
Zach Davis: The Death Bringer, Denise D’Evil. She took NvL to the limit a few weeks ago and performed very well last week in her tag match against Jeff Purse and Alexander Richards.
Erin Robbins: Let’s not forget the story behind these two…Denise D’Evil and her husband Night Rider have been interfering in Trinity’s matches lately. They haven’t cost any victories yet but Trinity wants to put a stop to it before this gets out of hand. There is going to be no love lost in this one, Zach.
She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way.
Kyle Steel: And on her way to the ring, from the town of Sleepy Hollow. Standing at six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty eight pounds…THE DEATH BRINGER, DENISE D’EVIL!!!
When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, and removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders, and tosses it in the corner and awaits the start of the match.
The referee calls for the bell and the two immediately come to a head. Stacy wraps Denise up in a headlock and drops to her knees. Stacy lifts herself up higher on one leg, gaining leverage in the headlock. Denise begins to struggle as Stacy wrenches the headlock even harder. The referee bends down and asks Denise if she’s ok. Denise begins to pull at Stacy’s arm wrapped around her neck.
Erin Robbins: Stacy has that hold locked in tight. Much longer with this and Denise will be out before this one gets going.
Denise lifts herself up and hits Stacy hard in the stomach with her elbow. Stacy’s grip loosens and Denise wiggles free from the headlock. The two exchange blows back and forth for a moment before Denise catches Stacy’s arm and irish whips her in to the turnbuckle. Denise charges and hits Stacy hard in ribs with a shoulder tackle. Stacy collapses down, holding on the the ropes for support. Denise begins to take control in the corner, working it like a puppeteer and his strings. She stomps hard on Stacy’s calf. Stacy winces and holds her leg in pain.
Zach Davis: So methodical in this corner, Erin. Denise knows how to work it to her advantage.
Tayla stands outside the ring, worried for Stacy who is now looking beaten in this corner. Denise grabs Stacy by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Denise goes for a knee to the head, but Stacy rolls out of the way. Denise loses her balance and Stacy grabs her under the shoulders and rolls her up for the pin.
Denise rolls backwards, breaking up the pin. She stands on her feet but Stacy catches her with a hard right forearm. Denise stumbles back and Stacy hits her with another hard right forearm. The two go back against the ropes and Stacy irish whip’s Denise off the ropes. She comes barreling back and Stacy lifts her over shoulders for a hip toss. Denise crashes to the mat and Stacy leans down over Denise and begins hitting her with mounted punches.
Erin Robbins: And just like that, Stacy has the advantage.
Zach Davis: Momentum is like the wind in the WCF…
Stacy lifts Denise’s leg up and goes for the pin.
Denise’s mat comes off the shoulder.
Zach Davis: She kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Denise isn’t done yet!
Denise begins to climb to her feet. Stacy begins to attack Denise, who is barely to her knees, with hard calculating punches. Each hit sends Denise’s hair flying backwards but she begins to come back with hard punches of her own. Stacy gets the upper hand but Denise manages to get to her feet anyways. Stacy moves away from the brawl and springboards off the middle rope, vaulting for a flying clothesline.
Zach Davis: Oh no!!! What impact!!!
Denise catches Stacy in mid-air with a crushing spear and Stacy crumbles to the mat. Denise covers Stacy for the pinfall.
Stacy’s shoulder comes up off the mat breaking up the pin. Denise begins to become unhinged. She begins wailing on Stacy, who is still lying on the mat, with blow after blow. The referee begins to count Denise out.
Tayla Williams is now in the ring, trying to check on Stacy in the middle of the match.
Zach Davis: What are you doing, Tayla? Get the hell out of there!
Denise’s attention has now been brought to Tayla. Denise grabs the poor girl by her hair and wraps her arm underneath her shoulder, attempting her finisher “There Can Only Be One”. As she’s spinning her around to get her in to the final positioning, Stacy nails her in the head with a sharp roundhouse kick, knocking her to the ground. Tayla rushes out of the way and out of the ring. Stacy covers Denise for the pin.
Zach Davis: IT’S OVER!!! IT’S DONE!!! STACY JONES WINS!!!
Erin Robbins: Scratch another one for the Trinity’s win-loss but this one is personal for Stacy. They brought this thing to a head here tonight…we can only hope that this one is over.
Zach Davis: We’ll see, Erin.
The scene fades to the next promo, match, or some such bullshit coming up.
The lights in the Tokyo dome dim, stringed instruments begin playing, heralding the arrival of two geisha girls, slowly and methodically dancing out from one of the tunnels that lead to the ring. Brass winds follow, as two more geisha girls appear from the tunnel, following the lead of the two before them, at this point, the curiosity of the fans in attendance start becoming peaked, all on their feet awaiting what might come next. Percussion soon join in, as yet two more geisha girls appear from the tunnel, creating a line from the tunnel to the ring. As the orchestra hits it's crescendo, the crowd erupts upon recognizing the Japanese version of "Smoke on the water", as yet two more geisha girls appear, followed by a tall figure dressed in a white robe embroidered with red Japanese lettering, wearing a red oni mask, with golden eyes, fanged teeth, and horns, with ghostly white hair hanging loosely over it's face from a high ponytail. He carries a rising sun Japanese flag with him as he makes his way to the ring, guided by the geisha girls who came before him.
Upon making his way to the ring, he hands the flag to one of the girls, flings off the white, red lettered robe, throws off his mask to reveal Terry Roberts, face emblazoned with tribal Indian war paint, he throws his head back, spraying a massive stream gold mist into the air, creating a tidal wave of frenzy amongst the crowd.
Lansdowne's "watch me burn" blasts out of the PA system as Ana Valentine comes out of the back with energy. She walks down to the ring staring forward ignoring the fans as the song build. Ana runs and slides under the bottom rope spinning her body around on her knee's before popping up and running to the corner climbing onto the second rope staring out at the fans.
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
Zach Davis: The bell sounds and here we go!
Beckman runs forward and meets Roberts in the middle of the ring and begin brawling. Ana stays away for the time being as Beckman and Roberts trade rights and lefts. Roberts gets the upper hand and sends Beckman reeling into the ropes. Roberts then throws him across the ring and as Beckman comes back Roberts executes a Belly to Belly!
Erin Robbins: OOF! Huge Suplex!
Once Roberts stands up from the move, Valentine grapples him from behind and executes a German Suplex!
Zach Davis: WHAT STRENGTH!
INTO THE BRIDGE PIN!
NO!, Roberts kicks out!
Erin Robbins: No one can ever question the strength of Ana Valentine. We learned that a long time ago.
Ana gets up, and Beckman is up too. Beckman grapples Ana from behind for his own German but she elbows her way out of it and switches behind Beckman. She clubs him from behind several times before he turns around; Valentine hits a High Dropkick. Beckman hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Valentine gets to her feet and Roberts spins her around and hits a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: One of Terry Roberts' best moves!, and he hit it to perfection!
Roberts drops and goes to pin Valentine.
Tw-no!, from outside the ring Beckman pulls Roberts out. Beckman takes a wild swing at Roberts but Roberts ducks it and throws Beckman into the ring steps! Beckman collides with them with a thud.
Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman doesn't feel pain like a normal man feels pain. Because his senses have been numbed by alcohol, yes, but still, the fact stands.
Roberts turns to check on Valentine - and he's met with a Suicide Dive!
Zach Davis: DAMN! Dive by Valentine!
Valentine gets up and can only be happy with herself for a second as Beckman spins her around and grapples her...
Erin Robbins: T-BONE SUPLEX!
Beckman hits the T-Bone Suplex on the outside! The crowd pops as Beckman lifts Valentine up and rolls her back into the ring. He pins her.
No!, Valentine kicks out.
Zach Davis: The newest member of the Vapor Kings almost had it!
Beckman lifts Valentine up and executes a Scoop Slam. He then begins climbing to the top.
Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman, going high risk!
As Beckman gets up, Roberts gets onto the apron and hits the ropes, crotching him! Roberts climbs up onto the turnbuckle with Beckman now.
Zach Davis: Terry Roberts usually doesn't go to the top rope.. what does he have planned?
A SUPERPLEX! Roberts hits it and then floats over, going for the pin!
No!, the United States Champion kicks out!
Erin Robbins: So close!
Roberts gets back to his feet and waits as Beckman stumbles up. Once he's to his feet, Roberts throws him to the ropes, and as he comes back...
Zach Davis: A-BOMB! HE HITS IT!
Roberts drops and pins Beckman!
Erin Robbins: NEW UNITED STATES CHAMP!
NO!, NO! Valentine breaks it up! Valentine lifts Roberts up and amidst Roberts' surprise, drops him with a Fameasser.
Zach Davis: She hits the Cupid's Kiss!
She approaches Beckman next but Beckman trips her up and sends her flying out of the ring, between the ropes, head first. He stumbles up as Roberts has stumbled up too, the two men go face to face.
Erin Robbins: Beckman drops Roberts with the Hangover DDT!
Beckman pins Roberts, hooking the leg!
Zach Davis: BECKMAN RETAINS!
The bell sounds and Beckman rolls off Roberts, panting heavily.
Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman has become one of the most dominant United States Champions ever, Zach, and that's not an easy feat to achieve. But he's defended once again here tonight!
Beckman slowly works his way up and gets handed the US Title. He raises it slowly into the air as the fans cheer him on.
Zach Davis: And he is now one step closer to Ultimate Showdown, and his first World Title shot.
"Who I Am" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with the hood of his hoodie up. Chase stands at the top of the ramp before he slowly makes his way down the ramp before he rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hood off and waiting on his opponent.
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: John Gable has had a hell of a run with that Television-
Erin Robbins: -You mean Cinema-
Zach Davis: -Title. But Chase Michaels is the first man to really, really take aim and get under Gable's skin. Chase Michaels is a different kind of challenge for him here tonight.
Chase runs right at the unsuspecting Gable and starts attacking him as the crowd roars! Gable quickly gets up his defenses and blocks some of Chase's blows before kicking Chase in the gut. Chase doubles over and Gable goes for a Vertical Suplex but Chase shifts the weight and lands behind him. Chase spins Gable around, Gable kicks him but Chase catches him.. and executes a Capture Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Great exchange there!, but Chase comes out on top.
Chase gets back up and begins stomping away at the Cinema Champion. Chase lifts him up and hits him with several forearms to the head before pushing him into the ropes and going for an irish whip. As Gable comes back Chase lifts him and hits a Sideslam Backbreaker! He then goes for a pin.
No!, Gable kicks out.
Zach Davis: Gable hasn't remained Television Champion for this long by losing at the first pinfall attempt.
Erin Robbins: He hasn't remained Television Champion for this long by losing during ANY pinfall attempt, Zach, obviously.
Chase lifts Gable up and grapples him from behind, but Gable elbows him and breaks away. Chase swings a wild Clothesline but Gable ducks it and kicks him before dropping him with a Snap DDT!
Zach Davis: Chase's head spiked to the mat!
Gable goes for the pin now.
NO!, Chase kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels hasn't gotten this far by losing very easily either, Zach!
Gable drops an elbow on Chase, then another, then another! Then another.. no!, Chase rolls away and Gable drops an elbow on the mat. Chase gets up and kicks Gable, goes for a DDT - no!, GABLE REVERSES IT INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
No!, Chase kicks out again!
Zach Davis: You were right, Erin, and he's not giving in now!
Gable kicks at Chase several times more before backing up and waiting for Michaels to get to his feet on his own. Once Chase is up, Gable measures him...
Erin Robbins: Running knee to the face!
No!, Chase sidesteps it and Gable crashes knees first into the turnbuckle! He goes down onto his back and Chase runs at him as he gets up and Clotheslines him into the turnbuckle. Chase backs up and runs at him again...
Zach Davis: BOOM! BIG BOOT!
Before Gable can stumble out of the corner, Chase runs at him and lifts him up onto it. He then climbs up with him.
Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels, going high risk here..
Chase grabs him and drops...
Zach Davis: SUPER SPIKE DDT!
Chase pins Gable once more, hooking the leg!
NO!, no! Gable kicks out!
Erin Robbins: I don't believe it!
Chase really thought he had that, he can't believe it either. He gets to his feet and steps backwards, into the corner, and begins stomping his foot.
Zach Davis: He's going to finish this. You know what's coming next.
Gable is up...
Erin Robbins: RUDE AWAKENING!
NO!, Gable ducks it! Both men turn to face another and Gable lifts him up..
Zach Davis: CITY LIGHTS BRAINBUSTER!
Gable goes for a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: JOHN GABLE RETAINS!
The crowd boos as Gable's music hits. Gable makes his way to his feet as the ref lifts his arm up and hands him the Television Title.
Zach Davis: Unfortunately the Cinema Champion reigns supreme once more, and is one step closer to Ultimate Showdown.
Erin Robbins: Great match by both men, as always with these two, Zach.
Zach Davis: Coming up it's the Hardcore title match!!
Erin Robbins: Everyone has been talking about this one.
Zach Davis: A lot of chatter and I mean A LOT of chatter coming from the match participants.
Erin Robbins: There has been a war of words between Alexander Richards and Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black and Jeff Purse have even gave their two cents into this match.
Erin Robbins: WCF Hardcore Champion match is coming up....
Zach Davis: NEEEEEEEEXT!!
A video package showing all four match participants. Seifer Black, Alexander Richards, Logan and Oblivion are all seen saying one thing or another.
Erin Robbins: We're back!!
Kyle Steel: the following match is for THE WCF HAAAAAAARDCOOOOOORE CHAAMPIIOOONSHIIIIP!!
The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses of garbage booing him. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it, and the championship hung over his right shoulder. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, the champion, from Chesapeake, Virginia.... Weighing in at 250 pounds... THIS IS LOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAN!!
The music slowly fades out and Logan looks particularly pissed.
Logan: Who's the boudle that turned off my music?!?
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Tokyo Dome. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Erin Robbins: Here comes Oblivion!!
Oblivion comes out running.
Zach Davis: What does Oblivion have in IT's hand?
The camera shows, as the Monster comes out and down the entrance ramp with a can of gasoline.
Zach Davis: OH... NO!! NO!! NOOO!! NOT THIS AGAIN!!
Erin Robbins: This lunatic is going off in the deep end, again!!
Oblivion proceeds to pours the gasoline onto the entrance stage by the black curtains.
Zach Davis: What is this lunatic gonna do now?!?!
Oblivion pulls out box of matches.
Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!! OH GOD NO!! OBLIVION IS GONNA BURN DOWN THE TOKYO DOME!!
Oblivion proceeds to set the entrance stage and the curtains on fire. completely engulfing EVERYTHING!!
Zach Davis: Why is Oblivion doing this?!
Oblivion: THE REST OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CAN STAY AWAY!!
Erin Robbins: It looks as if, Oblivion is preventing Jeff Purse and Seifer Black from competing in the match!!
Zach Davis: We needs a bunch of people to try and put that huge fire out!!
The majority of the crowd are looking at the huge blaze, as few people come out with some fire extinguishers
Erin Robbins: It's just, for now, Oblivion and the Hardcore Champion Logan out here.
Oblivion charges down the entrance ramp, towards a waiting Logan.
Zach Davis: Logan slaps Oblivion, on the side of the face!!
Erin Robbins: Both Logan and Oblivion are already fighting tooth and nail. They now, enter the ring
Logan goes to punch Oblivion, but Oblivion blocks it and throws him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Oblivion throws Logan out of the ring. Once again, both men are fighting ringside. Watch it, Erin. They are fighting a few feet away from the desk.
Once outside the ring, Oblivion and Logan are once again slapping, punching, and kicking one another.
Erin Robbins: It looks like Oblivion is getting the upperhand.
Oblivion picks up Logan in a gutwrench position....
Zach Davis: GUTWRENCH NECKBREAKER!!
Meanwhile WCF staff are working on putting out the fire at the main entrance.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is not finished!!
As Logan grabs for his neck, Oblivion walks over to the commentary table and proceeds to take off the decorative wooden piece, on the commentary desk. then, The Monster unhooks all of the monitors and throws them down on to the ringside mats. Oblivion pushes off all of the paperwork and goes back to Logan.
Zach Davis: Out of the blue, the champion nails Oblivion with a shoulder block into the mid-section of The God of Insanity!!
Oblivion slams both forearms against the back of the champion. Oblivion positions Logan.
Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!! THIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD!!
Oblivion picks up Logan....
Zach Davis: Erin you better move out of the waaaaaaay!!
Both Zach and Erin quickly take off their headsets.
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis grabs for a head set.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just powerbombed the Hardcore Champion through our announce table!!
Erin Robbins: WCF Personnel and crew are in the process of putting out the gigantic fire, that Oblivion started before the match!!
Zach Davis: HOWEVER... Logan is laid out in a mess, in front of us, on what was our announce table.
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!! WHAT IS THIS LUNATIC DOING NOW.... NO!! OH GOD NO!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Oblivion walks over and grabs for the can of gasoline. The Monster start walking towards Logan.
Zach Davis: NO WAY!! THERE IS NO WAY!! WE WASN'T NOTIFIED ABOUT THIS!! I DON'T GET PAID ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH CRAP LIKE THIS!!
Oblivion stands over the Hardcore Champion.
Zach Davis: NO! DON'T DO IT!!
Erin Robbins: OBLIVION DON'T DO IT! YOU MONSTER!
Oblivion starts drenching Logan with the gasoline. Oblivion pulls Logan up and begins walking him over to the fire at the entrance. The crowd screams out a mixture of concern and confusion.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! They still haven't put out that fire!! Oblivion cannot be doing what I think IT's about to do!!
Once near the fire, Logan fights back, locks Oblivion in a sleeper and goes for the Connector. However as he is flipping over Oblivion's shoulder....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion catches Logan off guard!!
Oblivion pushes the champion off and forward....
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Erin Robbins: NO!! GOD NO!! LOOOOOGAAAAAAANNNNN!!
Oblivion pushes Logan away.
Forcing Logan to land in the flames and become engulfed by them. The WCF Staff and Seth Lerch himself immediately rushes out.
Zach Davis: Oh thank God!! Here comes some help. WCF Security and Staff.
Erin Robbins: Seth Lerch is out there, as well!!
The WCF Staff manages to put Logan and the fire out. Zach and Erin are still standing, as they watch. The audience are in shock as Logan's face and body are badly burned and he's unconscious from the pain.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God, Zach!! Did you see Logan's face and body?!?!
Zach doesn't respond, as Logan is placed carefully on a gurney and wheeled off to the backstage area. logan, along with Seth Lerch are approaching the ambulance. the cameraman is asked to back off, by the paramedic, as they place Logan into the back of the Ambulance.
Zach Davis: Logan looks really bad!!
Oblivion returns to the ring.
The Tokyo Dome: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Through the bottom mouth piece of Oblivion's mask. you can see The Monster smiling as IT watches, on the Jumbo-Tron, the EMTS and a concerned Seth make sure Logan is comfortable, as they take Logan to the nearest hospital.
Erin Robbins: My God, what a start so far.
Zach Davis: We will keep you notified about Logan's condition. as it look, as of right now, we could have ourselves a NEW WCF Hardcore Champion!!
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena.
A voice: DEATH!!!
Horrific imagery flashes across the screen. Everything goes black. Black smoke covers the stage and ramp. Blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black... Suddenly, Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage. The Tokyo Dome nearly explode with cheers.
Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black!!
Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he turns off the lamp and the ring is bathed in black light. Seifer leaps up onto the ring apron. The light illuminates Seifer Black again as he walks over to the turnbuckles, climbing up placing one foot on the top turnbuckle keeping one on the second turnbuckle, making the sign of the cross with his arms and tipping his head back before spitting luminous liquid in the air. Leaping off the top turnbuckle into the ring. As Seifer hits the ground, fire erupts from the turnbuckles and ground creating fire crosses on each side of the ring.
Erin Robbins: NOOOOOOOO!! NOT MORE FIRE!!
As the fire fades, the house lights go back to normal. Seifer walks into the corner of the ring and sits there waiting for Jeff Purse to appear.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"You can sound the alarm
Pyro goes off.
Erin Robbins: Holy Sh...<bleep>!! This fire crap is got to stop!!
then, out of nowhere, up THROUGH the stage...... Jeff Purse comes flying. Kari comes out from the back as Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd. But, Jeff stops and whispers something to Kari. Kari begins to walk back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: I think that was the smart thing to do. Tonight is just too dangerous for Kari to be ringside!!
Kyle Steel: From Venice Beach, California... weighing in at 215 pounds. This is THE FUTURE... JEEEFF PURRRRRRRRRSE!!
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience. He turns and sits up on the turnbuckle, waits for the next opponent, to enter the ring.
Erin Robbins: The last competition to enter this match.... Alexander Richards!!
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title, around his waist.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... Alex Richards!!!
Alex Richards eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: We have been notified that Logan has been admitted to a local hospital, for legal reason, we cannot give out the name of the hospital. Logan has been admitted into the hospital for second and possible third degree burns on his face and upper torso.
Erin Robbins: Getting back to the match.
Zach Davis: For some reason, the match ring bell has gone off again.
A nearby camera shows various and numerous weapons that are around the ring and up the entrance ramp.
Both Jeff Purse and Seifer Black charge at The Monster....
Erin Robbins: Starting off, Oblivion just nailed both Seifer Black and Jeff Purse with a enormous snow shovel!!
Oblivion looks down at both Seifer Black and Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: Alexander Richards sees a perfect chance to charge at The Monster Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Down goes Richards!!
The Monster grabs the shovel, with both hands just right under the handle.
Thrusting down, Oblivion jams the cutting edge of the blade of the shovel into the mid-section of Seifer Black.
The Monsters down, with shovel and jams the blade of the shovel into the gut of Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: I noticed Alex Richards is moving around.
Oblivion walks over to Richards....
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards just nailed Oblivion with a steel chair across the skull!!
Oblivion drops the shovel and falls backwards right down onto IT's backside.
Zach Davis: Richards is grabbing for that shovel!!
Alex Richards picks up the shovel and holds it above his head. Richards watch his massive opponent slowly get up.
Seifer Black slowly gets up.
Erin Robbins: The Doomsday Prophet is slowly getting up.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse gets up, as well.
Seifer Black goes off running to wards the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse bolts off, as well heading towards the ropes.
Both competitors bounce off the ropes, as Purse charges at Black....
Zach Davis: Dropkick from Seifer Black.
Black rolls under the bottom ring rope, to ringside.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Black grabs for something, what is it.
Seifer tosses a metal trash can over the top ring rope. Black slides under the bottom ring rope with a crutch in his right hand.
Richards slams the flat end of the blade of the shovel across the mid-section, of Oblivion.
Alex Richards has a crazed look across his face.
Erin Robbins: Alexander Richards is slamming down that shovel, with authority against the body of Oblivion!!
Purse runs towards Seifer Black....
Zach Davis: Belly to belly suplex.
Seifer Black takes a few steps back, to get a good look of his handy work. Purse stands up.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black as that crutch!!
Black grabs Purse, with crutch in hand and whips Purse into the ropes.
Seifer Black smashes the crutch right between the eyes of The Future!!
Erin Robbins: There is a small trickle of blood slowly trailing down the nose of Jeff Purse and is dripping off the tip of his nose.
Purse gets up....
Zach Davis: Seifer Black has the steel trash can in hand.
Black puts the trash can over the head of Jeff Purse....
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
The crowd cheers!!
Erin Robbins: Seifer Black nearly wraps that nearly broken crutch around that trash can, smashing it several times!!
Purse collapses down to the mat...
The can rolls off the head of Jeff Purse. Richards drops the shovel and Oblivion slowly stands up.
Richards nail Oblivion with several shots of kicks and punches, mixed with some chops. Oblivion stumbles back into the corner.
The crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards with a big knife-edge chop against the chest of The Monster Oblivion!!
The crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards with another big knife-edge chop to the chest of Oblivion!!
Richards grabs Oblivion and whips IT into the opposite corner. Oblivion lands hard into the corner, colliding with the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards charges at The god of Insanity.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion with a big boot to the face of Alex Richards!!
Oblivion roars out and charges towards a charging Alex Richards....
Zach Davis: RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!
Erin Robbins: But, that doesn't keep Oblivion, who quickly gets up to IT's feet!
Richards charges at Oblivion.
Alex Richards: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!
The crowd roars out thunderous boos.
Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up Alex Richards with a two handed choke-lift!! into sit-down power-bomb
Erin Robbins: ....into a sit-down power-bomb!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is going for the pin!! We have a new Hardcore Champion!!
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
Oblivion quickly picks up Alex Richards.
Erin Robbins: The Monster nails Richards with three closed fists to the skull.
Zach Davis: Oblivion whips Richards into the ropes.
Alex Richards bounces off the ropes....
Richards screams out very quickly.
Alex Richards: WHOOOOOOOOOAAA.... WAIT!! NOOO!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion drops Alex Richards with a drop toe hold into a waiting crunched trash can!!
Oblivion rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring. the Monster picks up IT's head a smile is seen.
Zach Davis: A smiling Oblivion is NOT a good sign!!
Oblivion stands up holding a small bag with a draw string.
Erin Robbins: What's in the bag... OH MY GOD OBLIVION HAS A LADDER!!
Oblivion slides into the ring dumping the content of the ring mat, a few feet away from the corner.
Zach Davis: There's action on the outside of the ring.
Purse grabs Black...
Erin Robbins: With that small laceration, Purse is losing some blood there.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse flings Seifer Black into the ring steps.
Seifer Black flies over them, after connecting the step with his legs. Purse grabs for the corner of one of the ringside mats and rips away the floor covering.
Erin Robbins: The floor is now exposed!!
Jeff Purse grabs for Seifer Black....
Seifer Black: AHHHHHHHHH!!
Jeff Purse flies back into the ring, grabbing for a chair.
Erin Robbins: The Future flies towards the corner!! Jeff Purse climbs up the turnbuckle, with a chair in hand!!
The Tokyo Dome lights up with multiple flashes coming from thousands of phones, as Jeff Purse flies into the air with a moonsault, with chair in hand.
Jeff Purse: AHHHHHH!! UGGGGGGGGGGH!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse flies in the air with a moonsault, but lands on his ass, with chair underneath him.... ON TOP OF SEIFER BLACK!!
Oblivion grabs for the ladder and wedges it in between the top and middle turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion grabs Alex Richards and tosses him into ropes.
Richards bounces off the ropes, Oblivion grabs him and spins Richards around before....
Zach Davis: A spinning side slam. Oblivion goes for the pin again!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
Oblivion picks up Richards...
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards rakes the eyes of Oblivion.
Richards whips Oblivion into the corner.
Zach Davis: OH NO!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT LADDER!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion reverses the Irish Whip!!
Zach Davis: It's now Alex Richards reverses the Irish whip
Oblivion hits the ladder, which was wedged into the turnbuckles. Purse as he grabs for his own mid-section and still manages to stand up. He reaches down for Seifer Black. Purse kicks at Seifer Black.
Erin Robbins: Black catches the kick attempt.
Purse spins around.
Zach Davis: SPINNING HEEL KICK ON SEIFER BLACK!!
Black drops down to one knee. As Oblivion kneels at the ciorner, leaning face first against thwe wedged ladder, Alex Richards grabs the back of Oblivion's mask...
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards slams down the head of Oblivion onto the ladder.
Richards grabs Oblivion's mask, picking up IT's head. Blood begins to slightly pour out of the mask, of Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: The Future charges at Seifer Black...
Zach Davis: Enzuigiri!!
Black falls back, but Purse grabs and picks up Seifer Black.
Erin Robbins: The Future whips Seifer Black into....
Erin Robbins: ....Into the ringside barrier!!
Alexander Richards doesn't waste any time.
Alex Richards: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Richards charges at Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards nails Oblivion with a running knee to the skull!!
Jeff Purse quickly goes into the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse flies off the top turnbuckle....
The crowd: WHOA!!
Erin Robbins: Holy cow!! Jeff Purse had to fly maybe six feet away from the top turnbuckle. It was like Jeff Purse floated in air, before nailing Seifer Black with a flying dropkick!!
After being kick in the head by Alexander Richards, Oblivion crashes down to the mat!!
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards makes the pin cover!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did he come from?!?
The replay shows Jeff Purse flying to the nearest corner and springboards off the top ring rope and lands on top of Alexander Richards, who was making a pin attempt, with a springboard moonsault. jeff Purse is making a pin attempt himself. The referee slides into position.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
Erin Robbins: Out of nowhere, Seifer Black flies off the top turnbuckle and crashes against Jeff Purse.
Oblivion rolls out of the ring and begins to look under the ring.
Zach Davis: Diving double foot stomp to the head of Jeff Purse!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion slides into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards, Jeff Purse and Seifer Black doesn't see Oblivion sliding into the ring. WHAT IS THAT LUNATIC DOING NOW. OH MY GOD!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion has barbed wire. A spool of barbed wire!!
Oblivion takes one end of the barbed and carefully wraps it around the top ring rope and walks it across the ring and wraps the other end, of the barbed wire around the other top ring rope.
Erin Robbins: The Future runs to the corner and leaves the ring to stand on the ring apron, Alex Richards charges at Jeff Purse, who grabs the top ring ropes with both hands and leaps up TO the top ring rope.
Very quickly Jeff Purse leaps off the top ring rope with a twist. as he's faliing he grabs the head of Alexander Richards and.....
Zach Davis: 730 DDT!!
Erin Robbins: Both Jeff Purse and Alexander Richards are grabbing their ribs. Who in the Hell?!
Seifer Black flies towards Oblivion....
Zach Davis: A backfist to the future!!
Black spins around and nails The Monster with a spinning back fist
Erin Robbins: DDT!!
Seifer Black looks down and sees something that make him smile with glee. Black holds up the object.
Zach Davis: OH NO A CHEESE GRATER!!
Seifer Black takes the cheese grater and rubs the grater across the face of Oblivion. Blood starts to slowly pour out. Oblivion back elbows Black and grabs the cheese grater and uses it on Seifer Black.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black is now wearing the proverbial "Crimson Mask".
Lots of blood begin to pour down Black's painted face.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion stands up...
Zach Davis: Seifer Black drop kicked Oblivion's knees and legs from under him.
Seifer Black goes behind a laying Oblivion, who is face down to the mat...
Zach Davis: KOJI CLUTCH!!
The referee checks on The Monster.
Stanley Moser: Do you submit, Oblivion?!
Oblivion: NO.... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Seifer Black cranks on the Koji clutch.
Stanley Moser: DO YOU GIVE UP OBLIVION?! DO.... YOU.... QUIT?!?!
Slowly Oblivion moves and IT gradually picks up Seifer black, who looks shocked....
Zach Davis: HOLY HELL!! WHERE DID OBLIVION GET THAT STRENGTH FROM?!
Oblivion quickly exits the ring and quickly grabs for the top part of the ring steps and brings it into the ring.
Seifer Black drops an elbow across the back of Oblivion. Seifer sees the steps and places them in the center, of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Black Irish whips Oblivion into the ropes....
Zach Davis: Oblivion whips Seifer black into the ring ropes....
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!! SEIFER BLACK DIDN'T SEE THAT STRAND OF BARBED WIRE THAT WAS STRUNG ACROSS THE RING!! He clothesline himself!!
Zach Davis: By that razor sharp barbed wire!!
Seifer Black is rolling around, on the mat grabbing his throat screaming out a high pitched scream.
Alexander Richards nails Oblivion with a running big boot!!
Erin Robbins: It looks like that Alexander Richards is dipping into his black doctor's bag and pulls out a glove that is covered in glass.
Richards puts on the glove and....
Zach Davis: Richards nails Oblivion across the masked face, ripping the mask with the glass shards.
Alexander lifts Oblivion up for a belly to back suplex, then wraps his hand around Oblivion's throat effectively choke slamming Oblivion right down on IT's head as Alexander Richards completes the suplex.
Erin Robbins: The Final Enlightenment!!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards is NOT finished
Alexander lifts The Monster for a press slam then dumps him over the top rope to the floor. Richards follows Oblivion to the floor.
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards boots Oblivion in the gut!!
Richards lifts Oblivion for a powerbomb. He gets a running start and slams his Oblivion's head after off the ring post. He rolls him back in the ring.
Zach Davis: Oblivion mask is now completely covered in blood!! Richards is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
Seifer flies off the top turnbuckle and lands with twisting plancha. Seifer Black grabs Alexander Richards
Erin Robbins: ANOTHER SPINNING BACK FIST!!
Zach Davis: HERE COMES JEFF PURSE!!!
Purse grabs Seifer Black....
Oblivion exits the ring. the crowd roars out as he pulls out a barbed wire wrapped table. The Monster shove the table in the ring, under the bottom ring rope.
Erin Robbins: Neckbreaker!!
Seifer Black struggles to get up....
Zach Davis: The Spoke!! SUPERKICK!!
Seifer Black stumbles backwards and crashes into Oblivion. The crowd gasps!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster grabs Seifer Black in a gutwrench position...
Zach Davis: NO!! NO!! NO!! THEY DON'T SEE THEM!!
Erin Robbins: GUTWRENCH NECKBREAKER!!
Seifer Black: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Zach Davis: Right on those tacks that Oblivion poured out previously!!
Oblivion grabs for Jeff Purse and drags him to the table...
Erin Robbins: THE SPOKE BY JEFF PURSE!!!
Oblivion stumbles back and crashes into the table.
Jeff Purse positions Oblivion onto the table and flies to the top turnbuckles. The Future flies off the top turnbuckle!!
The crowd roars out!!
Zach Davis: The Deflater 5 star frog splash!!
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....NOOOOOOO!!
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
Zach Davis: Alexander Richards breaks up the pin with several shot coming from that kendo stick!!
Richards grabs Oblivion by the arm.
Erin Robbins: Short-arm clothesline!!
Oblivion quickly bounces up, as blood continues to drip, from IT's mask.
Zach Davis: Richards charges at Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: The Monster grabs a charging Alex Richards, by the legs... spins around....
Zach Davis: BLACK HOLE DDT!!
Oblivion stumbles around as IT grabs for Alexander Richards and quickly places him onto IT's shoulder. with lightning quick speed, Oblivion knocks the legs off the shoulders and nails Richards onto the barbed wired covered table!!
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Alex Richards: AHHHHHHHHH!!!
The barbed wire is stuck deep into the skin of Alex Richards. But, Oblivion tries to pull Richards off the shattered table, but some barbs are stuck into the skin of Alexander Richards. The skin stratches as Richards screams out in pain.
Seifer black staggers and slightly limps as he nails Oblivion, on the back of the head with a street sign!! The momentum cause Oblivion to crash into the ropes and Seifer Black grabs The Monster, picking IT up....
Zach Davis: FADE TO BLACK!!
Oblivion is nailed with a reverse Death Valley driver. Seifer staggers, trying to stand up. With a little blood trickling down his head, Seifer stumbles back and crashes into the turnbuckles, crashing butt first down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: LOOK AT THE COMPLETE RINGSIDE AREA!! The entrance ramp is burnt to a crisp!! Some of the ringside mats are torn up. the ringsteps are everywhere. There's barbed wire in the ring and all four competitor are bleeding, sweaty and hot!! They are completely exhausted!!
Alexander Richards has struggled up, finally breaking away from the barbed wire, bleeding profusely. Jeff Purse has stumbled up as well. With his last bit of strength, Purse measures him..
Zach Davis: THE SPOKE!
NO!, Richards ducks it and both men turn around, Richards lifts him up...
Erin Robbins: WHAT STRENGTH!
Richards dumps Purse out of the ring!
Zach Davis: THE UNCONSCIOUS TRUTH!
Practically before Purse hits, Richards is on the apron. He runs at Purse and executes a final elbow drop, Mick Foley style, before going for the pin!
Erin Robbins: WE'VE GOT A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
The bell sounds as the fans can't believe it.
Zach Davis: THE BOYHOOD DREAM HAS COME TRUE! ALEXANDER RICHARDS HAS BECOME THE HARDCORE CHAMPION! LIKE, FOR REAL!
The fans chant "HARD-CORE CHAMP-ION!" as the ref lifts Richards to his feet. Richards, of course, is barely conscious. The ref hands him the Hardcore Championship and Richards' eyes go wide, as if he can barely believe it himself.
Erin Robbins: After months of battling Logan and Oblivion, Richards has done it! And in a hellacious match! Simply unbelievable.
The scene opens on the Blast ring with all five of the lumberjack tag teams standing on the outside of the ring. McMorris and Calzone stand by the announcer table, McMorris sitting in a chair with his hands folded while Calzone stands with one leg propped up on a chair, Buddy Roman in tow behind them. Trinity and the Shadow Demons are staring daggers at each other from the outside of the ring, looking ready to erupt in to a brawl at any moment. Caliban and Jordan Ciserano stand off toward the other side of the announce table, plotting what looks like another fantasy takeover or some shit while FPV and Peter Quinn play to the crowd a little bit, who are eating it up. Kyle Steel stands in the ring and begins to make an announcement.
Kyle Steel: This next match is for the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! It is scheduled for one match and will be contested…under lumberjack rules!!!
The crowd pops.
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage to a huge pop.
Zach Davis: Here they are! Johnny Reb and Doc Henry in action together again. Oh, I’ve waited so long for this.
Erin Robbins: Let’s see if they still have that old championship spark they used to.
Images of past matches play on the titantron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside.
Kyle Steel: And on their way to the ring at the combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds…the team of Doc Henry and Johnny Reb…THE NEW CONFEDERACY!!!
Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes as the lumberjacks stare the men down. Both men take a moment to pose for the fans, holding their arms up for all to see before going to their corner to await the bell.
The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness, followed slowly behind by the First Apostle, Nathan von Liebert, carrying the WCF Tag Team Championships around their waists. Wasting little time, the pair makes their way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate them. The spotlight follows, giving Remus a regal appearance in the modest darkness while Nathan stays in the shadows.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona and The Nightmare Realm… weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-seven pounds… they are Doctor Remus Micayle and Nathan von Liebert... Team SCIENCE!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead. Nathan waits for the lights to die down before he climbs into the ring without any further fanfare.
Zach Davis: It’s always really spooky when they enter the ring…
Erin Robbins: Yet, they’re probably the greatest tag team in the history of the WCF. They might be out to prove it yet with this match up. They’re taking on established Tag Team Champions Johnny Reb and Doc Henry…and not to mention the ring is surrounded by most of WCF’s current tag teams.
The lumberjacks all begin to anticipate the beginning of the match, getting closer to the ring but still not taking their eyes off of each other.
Senior Referee Stanley Moser in the ring yet again tonight and he takes the WCF Tag Team Championships away from Team Science, who seem almost hesitant to hand them over. Stanley Moser shows the belts to The New Confederacy before he lifts the titles up and the crowd cheers. He hands them off to a stage hand who has to edge by Calzone and McMorris, unwilling to let the poor man do his job. McMorris chuffs at him and the man jumps. Buddy Roman laughs and the camera returns to the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh come on? Let the man do his job.
Erin Robbins: Be quiet, Zach. I think they can hear you. Buddy keeps looking at me like I’m a fucking t-bone or some shit.
Zach Davis: Large fry, probably.
Johnny Reb and Doc Henry stand in their corner and they decide Johnny Reb will start off the action. Nathan von Liebert steps in for Team Science. Stanley Moser calls for the bell... until the camera pans towards the ring ramp where Alex Richards has appeared wearing a flannel plaid shirt and carrying an ax handle over his shoulder.
Erin Robbins: Oh no. What is this lunatic doing out here?
Zach Davis: He's coming our way so you can ask him yourself Erin.
Alex Richards: I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok!
Erin Robbins: Besides ripping off Monty Python why exactly are you out here?
Alex Richards: Well I wanted to be a lumberjack but the powers that be said no. I think they were still mad about picking up the tab on those masks myself. So I figured I'd take matters into my own hands, come out here with an ax handle, wait until Doctor Rammus Anus gets knocked out of the ring then level him. In fact I'm not even going to say anything else.
Zach Davis: I wish you would. I could use some intelligent conversation.
Erin Robbins: Hey!
Reb and NvL quickly tie up in the center of the ring and as soon as they do, it’s like a school of sharks’ smelled blood in the water. The lumberjacks on the outside beginning circling the ring like predators. NvL knees Reb in the stomach, gaining the upper hand. He begins to wail on Reb’s lower back, bring his arms down hard with a double axe handle. As NvL goes for another hit, Reb dodges and grabs NvL and locks him in an armbar. They both hit the mat and Reb begins applying pressure. NvL quickly slips out and wraps his legs around Reb’s arm and head, locking in his own armbar. He applies pressure and Stanley Moser closes in, asking if Reb is ok. Reb gets leverage and slips out of NvL’s armbar. The two stand to their feet and Reb charges NvL. NvL goes for a clothesline but Reb slips underneath him and springboards off the ropes, hitting NvL with a springboard dropkick.
Zach Davis: What a display of talent from “The Inveterate One”.
Reb, now with the upper hand, begins laying stomps to NvL on the ground. NvL struggles to stand to his feet as Reb continues stomping him. Reb goes for another springboard attack, but NvL perceives it and hits Reb with a hard shoulder block. Reb crashes to the mat and NvL mounts and begins laying hard fists to Reb’s head. Doc Henry stands in his corner, motioning for the tag, but NvL has firm control of Reb at the moment.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb needs to find a way to tag his partner in…
NvL pulls Reb over to his corner and tags in Dr. Micayle. The lumberjacks outside the ring begin growing impatient as McMorris begins to yell at Remus Micayle. With Remus’ attention away from the match at the moment, Johnny Reb manages to get over NvL, hitting him with a Russian leg sweep. He gets up and kicks Remus out in to the crowd of lumberjacks, igniting the fuse. Calzone, McMorris, Ciserano, and Night Rider are all closest to Micayle, so they begin to put the beating on Remus, knocking him down with a flurry of kicks and stomps. NvL spots this and rolls out of the ring to join his tag team partner. He gets caught up in the flurry but manages to fight away McMorris and Rider, leaving Calzone and Ciserano on Remus. They pick him up off the ground and Calzone irish whips him hard in to the announce booth.
Erin Robbins: Oh shit…we might have to get out of here, Zach.
Zach Davis: This match is spilling dangerously close in to my comfort zone now. Hey, get out of here guys!!!
Zach shoos away the fighters with his hand but to no avail. The other lumberjacks have come around the side of the ring now to get in on the action, but they all begin to fight each other as well. Stanley Moser is trying to control the mayhem but it’s out of his hands as everyone begins to fight outside. Trinity manage to get control of the Shadow Demons, moving the four of them away from the brawl. Peter Quinn gets mixed up with McMorris and FPV, Ciserano, Calzone, and Remus all duke it out in front of the announce table. NvL picks Caliban up around the midsection and rams him in to the barrier. Caliban hits the ground hard but moves away from the brawl. NvL goes towards the five way brawl and manages to knock FPV and Calzone away from Remus and Team Science slides back in to the ring.
Erin Robbins: Excellent teamwork on display from Team Science!
Zach Davis: Team Science? That was a New Confederacy plan all along. Let the lumberjacks take care of them and they can stay fresh.
Johnny Reb tags in Doc and he begins to pummel on Remus. Doc throws Remus out of the ring.
Alex Richards: I do believe this is my cue.
Remus gets back to his feet and turns towards the lumberjacks looking to see who was near him only to be surprised by Alex Richards charging head long and delivering a vicious baseball bat swinging blow with his ax handle. Remus collapsed onto the floor. Alex lifts him up and tosses him back into the ring before walking away huge smile on his face.
Erin Robbins: C'mon! That's completely unfair! MiCycle never even saw that coming!
Zach Davis: At least he was honest. Alex Richards at the very least sends a statement to the doctor if not costing him the tag team championship.
NvL attacks Doc until Remus can collect himself, until Remus joins NvL in fighting Doc. Doc shoves NvL down with a kick to the stomach and gets in to a lock up with Remus. The two struggle with each other for a minute before Remus brings his foot down on Doc’s hammy, knocking him to his knees. He hits Doc Henry in the head with a knee to a loud boo from the crowd, to which Remus Micayle taunts to anyway, basking in the boos like the glorious glow of the sun. Remus covers Doc and goes for the pin.
Doc Henry gets the shoulder up, breaking away the pinfall attempt. Duh? We’re only a few minutes in to the match. Remus lifts Doc up by the hair and pushes him in to the turnbuckle. He begins ramming his shoulder deep in to Doc’s abdomen, punishing his midsection. Doc falls to his butt, seating himself in the corner. Remus backs away and dives in to Doc, hitting him hard with a dropkick. Doc leans against the bottom rope, wincing in pain. He struggles to catch his breath after the hard hit to the chest.
Zach Davis: Come on! Get up DOC!!!
Remus rolls Doc away from the corner and rolls him up for the pin again.
The count is interrupted as Night Rider pulls Remus off of Doc Henry and outside the ring. NvL stops the interruption by running across the apron and leaping off, hitting Night Rider with a leaping dropkick. They both crash to the mat, but Remus slips past Denise and slides back in to the ring. He and Doc get to each other at the same time, but Doc quickly gains the upper hand this time, getting behind Remus in a belly to back lock. Doc lifts Remus up high, crashing him down hard to the mat with a suplex. Doc gets up quick and begins wailing on Remus with a series of stomps, each one connecting with a different limb.
Erin Robbins: Really calculating movements from Doc…
Zach Davis: He and Reb are serious about those tag titles, Erin, shoot.
Doc picks Remus up and irish whips him in to the apron…where Reb is waiting to hit Remus with a hard knee to the upper back.
Zach Davis: Oh, that will give you whiplash!
Erin Robbins: I’m getting whiplash and nostalgia just watching. These Ol’ Confederate Boys are at it again!!!
Remus collapses to his knees and Doc hits him hard with a kick to the face. Remus completely falls over and Doc covers him for the pin.
Remus manages to push Doc completely off of him, breaking up from the pin and releasing himself from Doc’s grasp immediately. Remus and Doc get to their feet at the exact same time, Remus holding his head to maintain composure. Doc charges Remus, but he slips down and pulls the rope with him, putting Doc at the mercy of the lumberjacks surrounding the ring.
Erin Robbins: Now it’s The New Confederacy’s turn with the ‘jacks!
Zach Davis: They need to be careful out there. This match could be one sided once they get back in the ring!
Doc battles Caliban and Ciserano outside of the ring, but the two boys from Sequitus get the upper hand on The Cock, knocking him back against the barrier. They’re about to be joined by Shadow Demons before Johnny Reb comes flying off the top turnbuckle, knocking Caliban, Ciserano, and Night Rider to the ground with a perfect moonsault.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! What a collision, all courtesy of Johnny Reb!!!
Denise D’Evil keeps working on Doc Henry while the other four continue to get to their feet. Diablo and McMorris still haven’t joined the fight against Reb and Henry, instead choosing to keep their full attention on the Tag Team Champions. Team Science stands in the ring, staring over the ropes at the other competitors going full blast in the ring. Buddy Roman begins yelling something nonsensical at NvL, who turns around and gives Roman a blank stare.
Reb slowly stands to his feet, recovering from the impact the moonsault had on him. Doc pushes Denise away, knocking her in to the ring steps and she hits the metal with a sick crash. Reb and Doc now stand at their feet and slip back in to the ring. Team Science, who’s attention is now fully on The Vapor Kings, don’t notice The New Confederacy sneaking up behind them. As soon as they get close, the crowd pops loudly as Doc grabs Remus by the back of the neck and tosses him from the ring. Johnny Reb kicks NvL off of the apron and on to Diablo Calzone, who catches him in his wide arms.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute!
NvL struggles in Diablo’s grip and manages to gain the advantage, knocking himself out of Calzone’s grasp and planting both of his feet firmly on the ground outside. He hits Calzone back into McMorris and Roman with a stiff uppercut. NvL helps Remus back to his feet and back in to the ring, exhibiting great teamwork again. Doc and Remus begin stomping the two as they enter the ring, but they quickly climb to their feet and start brawling back.
Zach Davis: Now all four main competitors in the ring!
Erin Robbins: What’s going to happen, Zach?
The four men fight it out hard in the ring, with Reb taking control of Remus and Doc having it out with NvL. NvL irish whips Doc in to the turnbuckle, charging him and hitting him with a missile dropkick, crashing hard in to his chest once again. Doc falls over, using the ropes to support himself but still barely standing on his knees. As Doc starts to get to his feet, NvL charges him once again and goes for a big boot but Doc moves out of the way, getting NvL caught over the top rope. Reb, who had Remus mounted on the ground punching him, turns his attention to Doc and NvL, who was still caught on the rope. Doc begins to lift NvL over the rope but NvL clings to it with his one good hand as the team outside lie in wait like a group of lumberjackals.
Erin Robbins: Oh no! Hold on Nathan!!!
NvL begins to club Doc Henry as hard as he can with elbow and knocks him away. NvL begins to ascend the turnbuckle but Reb charges and Doc lifts him up. Reb performs a senton splash against NvL, knocking him out of the ring and at the mercy of the jacks outside. Trinity is the first on him as they begin to pummel a fallen NvL with stomps and punches. NvL tries his hardest to resist, but the two have a firm advantage over him.
Zach Davis: Wait! Watch out Doc!!!
Reb still lay on the ground from the hard crash to the mat after hitting NvL. Unbeknownst to Doc, Remus now stand in the ring behind him. Doc whips around and Remus charges as the crowd boos.
Zach Davis: THE FORMULA!!! OH GOD!!!
Erin Robbins: No way Doc is getting up!!! Cut it, send it off to press. This one is wrapped up.
Zach Davis: No, NvL is still the legal man and he’s stuck outside. Remus needs to help his partner out and with Calzone and McMorris joining that fight outside now, Remus is going to have to hurry…
The Vapor Kings round the corner. Calzone attacks NvL lying on the ground, trying to protect his “sisters” from getting hurt. McMorris comes in occasionally with a stomp of his own. Remus climbs the turnbuckle and suicide dives, wiping all four competitors to the ground outside. A stack of bodies now lie outside, with Remus topping the pile. He gets off the dog pile and grabs NvL’s arm, dragging him outside the pile. He lifts NvL up as the other competitors begin to get to their feet. NvL and Remus move away from the four of them but are cut off by the Shadow Demons, who come charging. NvL cuts them both short with a double clothesline, putting Night Rider and Denise down on the mat. NvL motions to the ring and both he and Remus climb inside.
Erin Robbins: The only way to win is in, boys.
Zach Davis: Being outside of this ring isn’t doing them any favors. They need to get in the ring and stay in.
Doc and Reb are both now on their feet. Team Science and The New Confederacy begin to fight it out again in the ring. Team Science takes control of Doc Henry as he is still a little shaken up from The Formula Remus gave him. Reb tries to help by kicking Remus but Remus grabs his leg, stepping him off balance. Remus lifts his leg up high, connecting with Reb’s head. Reb stumbles backwards and NvL hits him with a roundhouse of his own, knocking Reb to the floor. Doc manages to pull himself out of his daze but right in time for NvL to lift him up.
Zach Davis: Oh the Straight Jacket Drop!
Erin Robbins: That cake is done.
Remus rolls up Doc Henry’s leg for the pin.
The ref calls for the DING! DING! DING!
"The Stringless Violin" by Adagio continues throughout the arena as Nathan von Liebert and Dr. Remus Micayle celebrate their victory atop the ramp, holding the WCF Tag Team Championships high. In the ring, Doc Henry and Johnny Reb stand disappointed, staring at the champions.
Zach Davis: That was one hell of a contest. The Champions remaining at the very top of the ladder. You have to believe that with each drawing week they come closer to being dethroned.
Erin Robbins: The New Confederacy wasn't the team to do it. I see things differently. Every week that they remain the champions, they become more difficult to dethrone. I don't know if there is a team that can do it.
Zach Davis: This isn't over for Reb or Henry I can assure you. They have their sights sets on that championship gold and it will only be a matter of time before they find their opportunity once again.
Erin Robbins: They had their chance, and lost. To the back of the line with them. There are plenty of hungry teams waiting.
Reb and Henry pace back and forth in the ring with their hands on their hips. Still very disappointed with the outcome.
Zach Davis: The agony of defeat a bitter pill to swallow ... wait what is this?
Erin Robbins: What the hell?
From the crowd, a pair of fans hop the barricade and start toward the ring unbeknownst to either Johnny Reb or Doc Henry. One of them is wearing a black ballcap with the brim pulled down a bit, shadowing their face. Matching denim jeans and jacket. The other wears jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over their head. The crowd is bustling and in shock.
Zach Davis: We need security. It appears as though a few fans, most likely intoxicated have decided to enter the ring area.
Erin Robbins: Tokyo ... doesn't surprise me. Unless.... remember what Seth said at the top of the show?
In the ring, Reb and Doc embrace in a short hug before turning to leave when suddenly Doc Henry is spun around and the hooded "fan" reaches forward and grabs hold of his face violently. The crowd is in an uproar.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on here?!
Erin Robbins: You know what's going on, Zach!
Reb pauses as he notices Doc struggling and as he turn to help his partner, the ballcap wearing "fan" sends a sharp kick to his kneecap, forcing him down to his hands a knees. The fan follows up with a snapping DDT that smacks Reb's face into the canvas. Simultaneously, the hooded "fan" pulls Henry in and delivers a devastating spinebuster. The crowd isn't even sure what to think.
Zach Davis: Who has Seth let come back here!? And why are they attacking the New Confederacy!?
Erin Robbins: Hopefully they take off those hoods!
Zach Davis: This has to be stopped! Where is security?
Erin Robbins: I don't think Seth cares much. He welcomed this, Zach.
Both Reb and Henry defiantly struggle back to their feet to face their attackers. First to one knee and then straightening up, albeit a bit wobbly. Both men are ready for a fight. Henry lunges forward, firing off left and rights at his hooded attacker. Reb follows suit and begins taking the fight to the ballcapped assailant. The crowd is cheering wildly now.
Erin Robbins: I'm surprised these two can still go after the match they just had.
Zach Davis: That's besides the point. These .... thugs or whoever they are need to be removed from the ring!
Reb backs the ballcapped attacker into the ropes and shoots them off for an Irish whip. On the return, the attacker ducks a clothesline and stops short. Reb turns around and receives a well placed kick to the gut. Meanwhile, Henry fires off shot after shot. In a slight moment of hesitation, the hooded aggressor catches him with a sharp thrust to the throat, staggering him back. He too is planted with a well placed boot that doubles him over.
Zach Davis: Come on! Seth! Seth! Get security out here!
Erin Robbins: Oh relax, when he decides enough is enough, he will do something about it.
The two assailants glance to one another briefly and nod. They each grab hold of their quarry and hoist them up.
Zach Davis: WHAT IS THIS?!
Erin Robbins: Oh no ... SETH! SETH I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
Zach Davis: WHAT HAS HE DONE!?
Doc Henry and Johhny Reb are each sent crashing down in the canvas simultaneously with ... THE TWILIGHT ZONE! There is a hush over the crowd.
Zach Davis: No ... No. This isn't happening.
Erin Robbins: I think we're about to get that security you were asking for ...
Finally as the ballcap is removed and a endless flow of long, brilliant red hair falls from beneath the cap where it had been tucked does this Tokyo crowd recognize Sarah Twilight as she stands over a fallen Johnny Reb. The hood covering the face of her partner in crime is also thrown back to reveal what is by now the obvious ... Lilith. The raven haired beauty stares down at Doc Henry with a maniacal joy in her deeds. Lilith fully removes the hooded shirt, tossing it aside as Sarah discards her denim jacket. The two woman march the ring in a very contumacious manner. Almost as if daring anyone to do something about their actions.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, I ... I don't know what this is. But I can tell you right now that neither Sarah Twilight or Lilith are employed by Wrestling Championship Federation. They are not associated with this company any longer ad their presence here is ... baffling.
Erin Robbins: Seth may've invited them to come out here and everything, but yeah, there is no way in HELL he'd have offered them contracts. I just don't believe it. You know I've been a fan, always. But they aren't employed here. There's no way Seth is going to sign them after what they did at the beginning of the year.
Sarah removes the studded leather belt from her jeans as Lilith does the same. Wrapping the end of the belt's bare leather around her hand twice, Sarah grips tightly and sends the belt CRASHING down across Johnny Reb's back. Over and over again she lashes him with the belt, leaving welts and lascerations as he howls out in pain. Meanwhile, Lilith wraps her belt around the throat of Doc Henry and begins to choke the very life out of him as she simply laughs the entire time. Doc's face turns red, then blue and then deep purple as he struggles for air.
Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Zach Davis: I have to agree with our capacity crowd. This entire thing reeks. Reeks of nothing but trouble.
Erin Robbins: We just need to get them the hell out of here. Seriously why has that not happened by now? We know who's in the ring. And they damn sure shouldn't be there.
Sarah continues to brutally whip Johnny Reb with her belt as Lilith remains strangling Doc Henry. Finally, as expected and anticipated, a WAVE of WCF Security rush out to ringside. The assault is abandoned by both of the vicious, sadistic women and they use the belts in hand to keep security at bay. Sarah swings the belt at ringside, trying to catch on of the guards with it. Lilith kneels over with a twisted grin, inviting any of them to step into the ring.
Zach Davis: Just get in there and take them out of here!
Erin Robbins: Exactly. You are paid to keep WCF secure ... they are not members of WCF and they have assaulted two members of our roster! GET IN THE RING AND TAKE THEM OUT OF IT!
The standoff between Sarah and Lilith with security is short lived as a very agitated Joey Nitro emerges onto the stage.
Joey Nitro: This ends RIGHT NOW!
Those are his only words as following behind shortly after are several Tokyo Police Officers who begin making their way toward the ring. The crowd cheers wildly at this and begins to chant.
Crowd: NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE! NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!
The Officers enter the ring, and surprisingly, both women surrender peacefully. They drop the belts and place their hands behind their backs and are placed into handcuffs. The duo is led from the ring in police custody as the crowd continues to chant at them.
Zach Davis: Thank God! Some justice here. Those two need to rot in a jail cell and throw the book at them! Trespassing, assault and battery, hell there's probably a list more of charges that can be filed!
Erin Robbins: They don't seem to be too bothered by it. But at least they are being removed and taken out of here.
As the two of them are led up the ramp and towards the back to be taken to jail, an extremely agitated and bothered Joey Nitro watches them. Lilith's disturbed grin snickers at him as she makes eye contact. Sarah Twilight offres him a simpering smile as she passes him by. Arrogant and defiant as always. Joey sighs and shakes his head as finally the two are carted off from sight.
Zach Davis: A world class tag team championship contest ... ruined by those two ... two ...
Erin Robbins: Let's not talk about it anymore. It's over. We have a main event to get to!
Zach Davis: It's time! The World Title match has arrived, ladies and gentlemen!
"Pantheon Mystery Theme #666 (Norwegian Black Metal Version)" hits the PA System. Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jeff Purse make their way down to the ring to a HUGE pop from the fans, mostly cheers.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Pantheon lumberjack match, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the Pantheon lumberjacks, JONNY FLY, COREY BLACK, AND JEFF PURSE!
Erin Robbins: Here come the Pantheon Lumberjacks! They'll be guarding the ring to make sure no funny business happens.
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction. "Fuck You Price" and "Jayson Fucking Price" chants start up as Price pulls out a bible, opens it and pulls out a flask before tossing the bible to the side.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, JAYSON PRICE!
As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, slapping a few hands while taking drinks from his flask, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle, taking a few more drinks from his flask. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus piece, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the champion, from Oakland, California, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, he is the reigning WCF WORLD CHAMPION, "THE MACK" STEVE ORBIT!
At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Pantheon versus Pantheon! WCF World Championship at stake!
Erin Robbins: I can't wait, Zach! This is gonna be a great match!
Price and Orbit immediately move in for the lock up, eager to get the match underway. Price gains the advantage with a side headlock. Orbit slips out and traps Price's arm in a hammerlock. A back elbow from Price causes Orbit to loosen his grip and Price grabs Orbit's arm and locks in the armbar. Price reels off a series of stiff arm wringers on the World Champion, causing Orbit to grimace.
Zach Davis: Price is coming out aggressive right off the bat.
Erin Robbins: He looks like he's trying to rip Orbit's arm out of its socket.
The Pantheon members at ringside shout encouragement to both men. Orbit blasts Price in the face with a barrage of forearms, causing Price to release his arm. Orbit shoots off the ropes and hits a spinning back fist, scoring the first knockdown of the match.
Orbit follows with a forearm smash and an elbow drop, then knocks Price down again with a standing dropkick. Orbit whips Price into the ropes. Price reverses. The challenger charges in and hits a big sickle style clothesline that causes Orbit to flip before he hits the ground.
Zach Davis: Huge clothesline by Price! He just sent a message to the World Champion.
Erin Robbins: Price wants this victory more than any other match that he's ever wrestled, Zach. This is a statement night for Jayson Allen Price.
Price throws a kick. Orbit catches his foot. Price goes enzuigiri, but Orbit ducks. Price attacks again with a mule kick and this time he finds paydirt, clobbering Orbit right in the face with his boot. Price whips Orbit into the ropes, catches him and hits a release belly-to-belly suplex. Orbit lands awkwardly on his head and comes up lame, holding his neck as he gets to his feet. Price charges again and goes for a running knee in the corner. Orbit slips out of harm's way and Price hits the turnbuckles. Orbit drops Price with a running bulldog and makes a quick pin attempt.
TW-NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Price gets back to his feet. Orbit unloads with quick jabs to the face. Price wings a right hand but he can't find a home for it. Orbit lights up Price with the jabs and backs him into the corner as the crowd pops for the striking display. The crafty veteran Price leaps onto the buckles and cracks Orbit in the face with his boot. Price bursts out of the corner and gets his hooks locked in on Orbit before hitting a cravate suplex. Price pops back to his feet and levels the champion again, this time with a snap DDT. Price makes the pin.
Orbit appears to be in a daze as he gets up from the mat. Price shoots off the ropes and aims with a rolling elbow but Orbit ducks. Orbit blasts Price with a short-arm clothesline and then sets up for a Fisherman suplex. Orbit hits it! Orbit climbs the ropes now.
Zach Davis: The champion is going high risk. Will it pay off?
Erin Robbins: Orbit is a gambling kinda man and those gambles normally pay off for "The Mack".
Orbit hits a split-legged moonsault in the middle of the ring and hooks the leg.
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Orbit goes back in control as he springs to his feet and plasters Price with a Shining Wizard from out of nowhere. Codebreaker! Orbit hits the Codebreaker and Price is down on the mat. Orbit makes another cover.
Zach Davis: Codebreaker out of nowhere by the World Champion and he earned the near fall! What a match we've seen so far!
Erin Robbins: Orbit is pulling out all the stops. He not only wants to retain his championship, he wants to send a message to Jayson Allen Price about who stands atop the Pantheon pecking order.
Price is cursing under his breath as Orbit pulls the challenger to his feet. Orbit unloads with a punch but Price blocks it. Price blocks another punch and unloads with a flurry of punches of his own. The champion is staggered as the crowd lets out a roar. The other members of Pantheon look on with bated breath. Price is on fire! He nearly knocks Orbit over the top rope with a big right hand, and finally he does send Orbit over the top with a clothesline!
Zach Davis: Price just sent the World Champion flying out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: When Price is on his game he can beat the best in the world, and Price is on his game tonight!
Price climbs to the top rope and waits for Orbit to get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Price is going high risk? We don't see him do this often.
Erin Robbins: No but when he does he knows how to get up- and of course he knows how to get IT up, but that's a topic for a different time.
Orbit gets to his feet and Price moonsaults off the top rope, landing on Orbit and sending both of them careening into the fan barrier with a thud.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: The WTF Maneuver! Price just hit The WTF Maneuver all the way from the top rope to the floor!
Erin Robbins: That shows you the commitment that Price has to being the best! He's willing to sacrifice his body to become the WCF World Champion!
Crowd: JAY-SON PRICE!!! JAY-SON PRICE!!! JAY-SON PRICE!!!
The Pantheon lumberjacks look on with concern as Price and Orbit slowly get to their feet. The referee begins his count as the champion and challenger struggle to get into the ring.
Price slowly rolls into the ring.
Zach Davis: Price is in the ring first but he can't win the belt on a count out!
Price realizes the count is nearing ten and starts to roll out of the ring to bring Orbit in, but Orbit rolls in just after the EIGHT!!!
Erin Robbins: Both men beat the count!
Price pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes and stomps away at Orbit. The ref yells at Price to obey his commands and follow the Prime Directive.
Zach Davis: Price has to be careful. He doesn't want to get disqualified.
Erin Robbins: Certainly not with his World Title hopes hanging in the balance.
Price pulls Orbit to his feet and unleashes a torrent of European uppercuts. Orbit counters with the infamous Bell Ringer!
Zach Davis: Bell Ringer by Orbit! Jayson Allen Price just got his bell rung!
Erin Robbins: This is why Orbit is the champion. The man always has a trick up his sleeve.
Crowd: OR-BIT!!! OR-BIT!!! OR-BIT!!!
Orbit launches himself off the ropes and hits a scissor kick, followed by an expertly performed Spin-a-Roonie. The crowd pops for that, too. Price is rattled. Orbit grapples him from behind and that's where you don't want Orbit to be unless you're an employee of Club Violet. GERMAN SUPLEX!
Zach Davis: German suplex by Orbit, and he hangs onto the grip! Double German!
Erin Robbins: Triple German! We got rolling Germans!
Zach Davis: You can win the World Cup with these Germans and Orbit just might do it!
The crowd counts off as Orbit rounds off German suplex after German suplex.
Zach Davis: Ten German suplexes in a row by Steve Orbit, and even Jonny Fly appears to be impressed by that!
Erin Robbins: You know that you have to do something huge to impress Jonny Fly! That man gets more ass than the Governor of Poon Guinea.
Price appears to be dead OUT on the mat. Orbit goes WAY LAY style to the top rope.
Zach Davis: It's lights out time. Orbit knows that he has this match won.
Erin Robbins: Look at that smile, Zach. "The Mack" should be on the cover of a Wheaties box, or at least Playgirl magazine.
OAKLAND SPLASH!!! NO!!! PRICE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!!
Zach Davis: After absorbing TEN German suplexes Price had the wherewithal to roll out of the way!?
Erin Robbins: That's why the chemicals that man places into his system are so important, Zach. He thinks he's back home in Philly right now smashing that ring rat poon. He doesn't even feel the pain.
Crowd: FEEL THE PAIN!!! FEEL THE PAIN!!! FEEL THE PAIN!!!
The ref counts both men out as they grapple with invisible demons on the mat.
Orbit is up.
Price is up.
Zach Davis: Both men are up!
Erin Robbins: We've got ourselves a World Title match, Zach. These dudes are kinda crazy, you notice that?
Zach Davis: Most men go crazy in your presence, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Aww, you're so sweet, Zach. You're not entering my poon though.
Zach Davis: Shit.
Price slaps HIMSELF silly and rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: What the hell is Price doing?
Erin Robbins: He just grabbed a chair! Jayson Price grabbed a chair! Has he lost it? Is that Shannan Lerch cooch making him lose his marbles?
The Pantheon Lumberjacks, Jeff Purse, Jonny Fly and Corey Black intervene and prevent Price from carrying the chair into the ring.
Jonny Fly: You can't do that, man! We're Pantheon brothers!
Jeff Purse: Yeah! Think about the Pantheon brotherhood!
Corey Black: Don't do it, Price! It wouldn't be thick! Oh shit... we're Pantheon, not Thickness. Wrong gimmick!
The lumberjacks scatter as Orbit flies over the top rope with the springboard.
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Zach Davis: Headshot style springboard dropkick by Steve Orbit and he just kicked that steel chair into the face of Jayson Price!
Erin Robbins: Orbit is a little worse for wear after that move, but Price looks all kinds of muffed up. Can Orbit take advantage?
The referee lodges his count as the fans and the Pantheon lumberjacks look on with an air of giddiness about them.
Orbit finally rolls Price into the ring. Orbit pins Price.
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Jayson Allen Price ain't going home yet! Not yet! He's still got fight left in him!
Orbit squawks at the ref but the ref confirms it was only a two count. The Pantheon Lumberjacks once again voice their support for both men and the crowd makes its opinion known with a loud cheer.
Orbit gets his swagger on and the fans eat it up.
Zach Davis: I think the champion is ready to kick it into high gear! Look at that black man swagger- that's a real man right there!
Erin Robbins: He's going for the finish, Zach!
Orbit goes for the Honey Dip! But Price counters... he escapes... Price hits a cravate driver into the second turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Price Check! Is the Price right for Jayson Price? He covers the champion!
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Erin Robbins: Orbit got his shoulder up! We almost had a new champ!
Price is nonplussed by the lack of a three count but he senses that the end is near. He knows that he's in the driver's seat. Orbit is up to his knees. Price licks his chops.
Zach Davis: Price is thinking about that Kneegasm! He goes for it! He's made his move!
Erin Robbins: NO! Orbit counters into the Honey Dip! Honey friggin Dip on Jayson Allen Price! OOF! Will that be enough for the win?!
Orbit pins Price.
Zach Davis: Price kicked out! He's not losing! He's refusing to lose!
Erin Robbins: Price is dazed though! Orbit is on his feet! Orbit jukes! Orbit jives! Crane Kick! Orbit hits the Crane Kick!
Orbit pins Price, AGAIN!
Zach Davis: Price got his foot on the ropes! Barely got a toe on that rope but it was enough to interrupt the pin!
Erin Robbins: Orbit was so darned close that time! Price had the awareness and wherewithal to get a big toe on the rope. Unbelievable!
Both men get back to their feet, obviously Orbit being in the better shape of the two. Pimp Slap! NO! Price ducks... Downfall!
Zach Davis: Downfall! Price hits it!
Erin Robbins: We could have a new champ!
Price pins Orbit.
Zach Davis: Did Orbit get the shoulder up? Just by an inch, the ref says! One inch makes the difference!
Erin Robbins: That's what I've always said, Zach. Bigger IS better!
Zach Davis: Right, well, Price is in the driver's seat after that Downfall! Can he finish the job?
Price is calling for it-- he's calling for the Pricebuster!
Zach Davis: Price is saying it's Pricebuster time! That's the move that he used to defeat Jonny Fly for the World Title!
Erin Robbins: If he hits this it's over, Zach. It has to be!
Price scoops Orbit up, tries to position for the Pricebuster... Orbit wiggles free. PIMP SLAP!!!
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!!! ORBIT JUST PIMP SLAPPED PRICE!!!
Orbit pins Price. The crowd is on the edge of its seat.
Zach Davis: Price kicked out! Somehow he summoned the fortitude to kick out after that Pimp Slap!
Erin Robbins: Orbit is going up! Could this be the Oakland Splash!?
Zach Davis: MIDAIR CUTTER FROM JAYSON PRICE!
Erin Robbins: Holy shit!
The crowd agrees.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Zach Davis: How can either of these men win this!?
Both Orbit and Price are breathing heavily. The ref checks them both before beginning to count.
Erin Robbins: Who is going to be the first to make it up?
Zach Davis: We've had multiple ten counts throughout this matchup, as both men took the other to the limit.
Erin Robbins: Orbit is stirring!
Zach Davis: As is Price!
Erin Robbins: They've got to get up..
Zach Davis: THIS IS IT! WHO IS GOING TO MAKE IT!?
Erin Robbins: ...No!
Kyle Steel calls for the bell as the fans begin to boo.
Zach Davis: NO! No! Not like this!
Erin Robbins: Pantheon versus Pantheon... with Pantheon. They've taken each other to the limit... but they couldn't go any further!
The bell sounds as the fans boo heavily. The ref grabs Orbit's limp arm and raises it, indicating that he is still the World Champion.
Zach Davis: At the end of the day, neither man could beat the other. This is a draw.
Outside the ring, the members of Pantheon mull around, not spectacularly happy with the decision either.
Erin Robbins: Just wow.
Finally, Orbit, the World Champion, is able to pull himself to his feet. He grabs the World Title and looks down at Price angrily before dropping down and heading to the back.
The WCF-Tron flickers to life with static that cuts quickly to black.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. This doesn't look good.
The arena parking garage is mostly dark. A flourescent light flickers fitfully off to one side. Somewhere, not too distant, is the steady dripping of a broken pipe. The Monster, Oblivion, stalks the semidark, seeming preoccupied with something. His usual entourage follows at a respectful, wary distance.
Zach Davis: Aaand that's Oblivion, so good it is not.
Erin Robbins: I've never seen him like that. He looks... pensive.
Zach Davis: You don't want a guy like Oblivion thinking that hard. No telling what crazy shit he'll come up with. Erin, do you suppose this has something to do with that video that surfaced on the internet a few weeks back?
Erin Robbins: I don't know, Zach, but --
The sudden snarl of a powerful engine; bright light floods the parking structure. Tires squeal as a big Dodge Ram rounds a corner. It speeds up, barreling toward Oblivion. The Vixen scatter, screaming wild obscenities at the crazed driver. At the last possible second, the truck veers, only clipping the Monster instead of squashing him flat.
Inside the arena, the watching audience gasps in collective surprise.
As the truck passes, we get a good look at the driver. Or rather, we get a good look at a person in the driver's seat, wearing -- of all things -- a rubber Jimmy Carter mask that conceals everything. Even the license plate is obscured as the pickup speeds away.
Zach Davis: Ahem. Well, that was certainly the way to close out a night like this one. Attempted vehicular homicide...
Erin Robbins: Oh, shut up, Zach. I get the feeling this has been a long time coming for the Monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Yeah, but you're missing the point, Erin. Who would dare? What person, sane or otherwise, would have the iron will -- the testicular fortitude, if you will --
Erin Robbins: I will not.
Zach Davis: -- to challenge the very living personification of madness Itself?
Erin Robbins: Who, indeed, Zach? That is the million dollar question. Look at all the people Oblivion has pissed off. Could be anyone on the roster! Anyone! Who could have done such a thing?
WCF Blast fades to black.