6/28/2015


Blast Intro

The chatter of the room slowly died down as the last of the camera flashes exploded around the room. Joey smiled for the cameras as he lowered himself down into the chair at the front of the room. He grabbed a bottle of water from the table in front of him, he threw a glance at the little plaque that sat in front of him ‘Joey Flash’ it read in blocked black lettering across a gold background. Next to him sat Buddy Roman, a thick smile across his thick face.

Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen welcome one and all; I’m sure you have many questions for my son, the leader and ruler of the WCF Universe at this time but please note we will not accept any questions regarding things I deem superfluous to furthering our biased agenda this day. Thank you. Begin!

A volley of hands reach upward and people begin speaking; Buddy scours the room and points a man out.

Buddy Roman: You, with the ridiculous fashion sense. Where did you get those ghastly pants?

Terrible Trousered Twat: With the long awaited Jonny Fly match seemingly on the cards at Blast with the chance to not only give the fans their most anticipated matchup but also the chance to propel yourself into a match that would allow you your first shot at the WCF World Championship, are there truth in the rumours that a deal was close to being in place for that match to happen?

Buddy Roman: I would veto that question just as I would veto those pants, but I will hand it over to Joseph.

Joey pulls the microphone on the table toward him to the sound of feedback.

Joey Flash: Allow me to answer that. Uh yeah, I have been in protracted negotiations for the past month with Lerch to get this done, as you saw Fly was either given a much better deal than I or he values his drawing power to a level comparable to The DRG given the amounts Lerch was throwing around in our negotiations. At the end of the day it was in my best interests to simply walk away from the table and let someone else take the opportunity. As it turns out Seth clearly scraped the barrel entirely clean as he found the remains of Jeff Purse in a ditch somewhere.

Terrible Trousered Twat: Sounds like you’re ducking the match.

Joey Flash: No no, let’s get one thing straight. I am absolutely 100% interested in that fight. I am willing to take it to another federation if they are willing to pay the money I want for the fight. I am just not going to subject myself to one week’s worth of training for the biggest match in WCF history, to be paid midcard money and to not headline the show, who are you people kidding? When Seth sorts the money out, sorts the WADA drug testing for the fight and we can get a 50/50 split on the purse and a share of the PPV sales then we can get to talking about that match, until then? It’s a pipe dream.

The journalistic crowd mutters their disapproval, but it is quickly hushed with a ‘Next’ from Buddy to which he picks another man.

Generic Reporter: To follow up on this question somewhat, there were lots and lots of titles for you to have targeted on the road to Ultimate Showdown to find your way into the match with the shot at the big prize, so many legendary names have won this match Odin Balfore, Nathan von Liebert, Jonny Fly and ICE Beckman have all forged their greatness through this contest so why is it you are so hell bent on refusing a chance at entering the match?

Joey Flash: There’s always fuckin something guys, why does there always have to be a fuckin end goal or a motivation behind these things? It’s simple as this, I am sick to death of having to jump through hoops to get what I have earned. I’m waiting for this silly season of ridiculous clusterfuck shitstick matches to be over then I’m going to take whoever the champion is after Ultimate Showdown and beat them fuckin senseless. To win in a match like that? Please, I wouldn’t even give it a second though, it’s embarrassing. I expect it to be the one man I’ve been targeting the past two months, the one man who refuses to even acknowledge my challenges, my shots at his courage honor and pride. I’ll be seeing you real soon, Dune.

Generic Reporter: Well rather than being in a match of any significance you are in probably the least meaningful match of the night against Raymond Hatcher-

Joey Flash: Who?

Generic Reporter: and Night Rider.

Joey Flash: Ehhh who the fuck cares, I care for that match as much as you people do. I’m not at Blast for any other reason than to call out, intimidate and most likely attack your World Champion. Ahh shit I gave the plot of this PPV away didn’t I?

Generic Reporter: That’s the plot of every PPV you attend.

Joey Flash: People still buying this shit, they must like violence directed toward masked desert dwelling faggots, who the fuck knows? Anyway the reason I am calling this press conference is for one simple reason, I have decided to move onto new challenges in life and well...it's with great sadness I'm announcing...

Joey pauses for a moment and seems to be fighting back a wave of emotion.

Buddy Roman: It's okay...

Joey Flash: That I am going to leave.

Generic Reporter: YES!

Joey Flash: I wasn't finished, pardon you. To leave my half of the WCF Tag Team Championships in the capable hands of my friend Zombie McMorris. With Ultimate Showdown coming up I wouldn't dare commit to such a fuckin retarded match, so therefore I'm going to do the honourable thing and give my partner a shot! It's been an honour being half of the greatest tag team the WCF has ever seen "Monstuh Flash" will live forever in our hearts.

If a room of journalists could boo and throw things, that is the mood of the room. Joey stands up and smiles.

Buddy Roman: This presser is now over, you may however join me for an informal cake based soiree following the show tonight.

Petrov vs Abaddon vs David Sanchez

Petrov's voice can be heard over the PA saying in a calm but intimidating voice "Total. Fucking. Badass." as Blind by Korn starts to play. The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves in anticipation as the intro plays out before the words "ARE YOU READY!?" are shouted and the song drops in as Petrov emerges from the curtain and leans back and let's out a deep voiced shout and walks to the ring with a serious look on his face. He runs up the steps and climbs between the ropes as he paces about while shadowboxing and waiting for his opponent.

The arena goes pitch black as the first few bars of “Enter Sandman” begin. Once the music really hits its stride, a bright red pyro goes off, revealing Abaddon standing at the top of the stage. He begins his descent down the ramp as the vocals of the song begin. Small candles on either side illuminate, very dimly, his path. He gets in the ring over the top rope and stands menacingly in the middle of the ring.

The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.

You made a fool outta me,
You took the skin right off my back honey.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.

The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from Mexico Ciy, New Mexico by way of Newport Beach, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs, he is the self-proclaimed Last True King of Wrestling; David Sanchez.

David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.

I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.

A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Blast! HERE WE GO!

Abaddon runs at Petrov but eats a Big Boot immediately. David Sanchez runs in next, also eats a Big Boot. Abaddon gets back up and runs again, but he's dazed; Abaddon is able to Scoop Slam him. David Sanchez motions for Petrov to bring it!, Petrov runs at him and goes for a Clothesline but Sanchez ducks it. Sanchez then goes to Irish Whip Petrov, but Petrov reverses that and sends Sanchez running instead. Sanchez comes back and Petrov catches him.

Freddy Whoa: Belly to Belly!

Petrov throws Sanchez clear across the ring! Petrov gets up and the fans begin to boo.

Gravedigger: What a total badass! I tell you, he is a total badass!

Petrov drops down and pins Sanchez.

One.

Two.

No!, broken up by Abaddon. Abaddon measures Petrov up and hits a stiff kick to the leg as he's getting up. This slows Petrov down of course. Abaddon hits another series of stiff kicks to Petrov's knees, chopping him down to size, and then Headbutts him. Petrov rears back and Abaddon runs at him and DDTs him!

Zach Davis: Petrov finally taken down!

Abaddon with the pin!

One!

Two!

No!, this time David Sanchez breaks it up. Sanchez lifts Abaddon and hits a vicious European Uppercut, sending Abaddon reeling. Abaddon hits the turnbuckle and then roars back, hitting Sanchez with a Clothesline. Sanchez stumbles back up and Abaddon lifts him up until a Suplex.

Freddy Whoa: And he holds it.... Stalling Suplex!

Abaddon The Destroyer keeps Sanchez up.... and up... and turns...

Gravedigger: BOOM! BIG BOOT TO ABADDON!

PETROV HITS A BIG BOOT TO ABADDON'S FACE! Abaddon drops Sanchez as he falls, completing the Suplex but knocked out himself! Petrov quickly pins Abaddon!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Abaddon somehow gets the shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Damn! Petrov knocked his head off!

Petrov stands up and lifts Abaddon with him. He throws Abaddon to the ropes and then executes a Powerslam!

Freddy Whoa: Into the pin!

One!

Two!

Gravedigger: NO! Sanchez breaks it up.

Sanchez lifts Petrov up but Petrov angrily shoves him away. Sanchez runs at him and goes for a Clothesline but Petrov ducks it and grabs him... GERMAN SUPLEXING HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!

Zach Davis: WHOA!

Petrov gets back up and turns to Abaddon. Abaddon runs at him and hits a DDT!

Freddy Whoa: What a DDT!

Petrov stumbles up... and Abaddon grabs his throat.

Gravedigger: What does Abaddon think he's doing?

Abaddon goes to lift Petrov for the Chokeslam but he can't do it! Petrov throws Abaddon to the ropes and as he comes back Petrov executes a Samoan Slam.

Zach Davis: What amazing power!

Abaddon rolls out as Petrov stands up.

Freddy Whoa: RUNNING YAKUZA KICK TO PETROV!

Gravedigger: DAVID SANCHEZ HITS THE MEDUSA'S TOUCH!

Sanchez drops and pins Petrov.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: DAVID SANCHEZ GETS THE WIN!

Sanchez's music begins to play as he stumbles to his feet, clearly in pain, and gets his hand raised.

Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez took a LOT of punishment in this match, guys, but in the end he managed to come out victorious!

Sanchez is able to climb the ropes and raise his arms in the air.

Gravedigger: Sanchez is a newcomer to the WCF but he certainly seems to have a bright future.

Isaiah Chavis Segment

The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, causing the shadows to shake and jump, as Isaiah Chavis sits on a wooden bench below. He slowly wraps white athletic tape around his hands and wrists, a subtle look of fear in his eye. He finishes, biting the tape off and throwing it in his bag. He drops his gaze and stares at the tiles on the floor for a moment. Two large feet, clad in leather wingtips step in his view. He follows the legs up the massive trunk of a man in his red and black three piece suit. When his eyes reach the top, he returns the smile of a grinning Scott Savage.

Isaiah Chavis: Holy shit. What’s happenin’ senpai? Didn’t expect to see you here.

They shake hands, and Scott leans against the locker to his left.

Scott Savage: This is a huge match for you. I figured you needed me. Oblivion’s no joke.

Isaiah Chavis: You don’t gotta tell me. You know how long it’s been since I slept more than two hours?

Scott Savage: Point taken. I am going to give you some advice. Oblivion may look scary, but every creature, man, beast, or monster, they all have knees.

Isaiah nods, and pulls a pair of hi-top chucks from his bag, and slips them over his feet.

Scott Savage: Hey listen, there’s someone else who wanted to wish you good luck.

Isaiah begins lacing up his boots.

Isaiah Chavis: Oh yeah? Roxxy decide to come with you this time?

It’s then that Isaiah looks up to see Waylon Cash standing next to Scott. Chavis’s jaw hangs open. The wrestler once known as the Hellbilly looks much more tired and frail than ISaiah remembered, but it was just good to see him alive. His hair was growing back. It had reached the bottom of his earlobes, but did nothing to change Waylon’s exhausted look. His eyes hadn’t changed though. The fire, the love for life, it was still there. Isaiah’s smile doubles in size as he runs forward and throws his arms around Cash.

Waylon Cash: Hey kiddo. How you been?

Isaiah Chavis: Better than you. How’s uh… everything going?

Waylon Cash: It’s a cliche, but one day at a time. You know how it is. I’m startin’ to feel better though. Trust me, I don’t plan on goin’ back.

Isaiah pauses a moment, surveying his face.

Isaiah Chavis: Good god… you look fucking awful, brother.

Waylon laughs.

Waylon Cash: Yeah, you shoulda seen my sorry ass two months ago. I ain’t gonna take up a lot of your time. Just wanted to say good luck. I know what it’s like to fight this sumbitch. Be on your game.

Isaiah Chavis: I’m ready, Tex. I got this.

Waylon slaps him on the shoulder, and the two men head out to their seats. Isaiah stands there with a smile on his face, ready for whatever Oblivion can throw at him.

Adam Blake vs Teo Del Sol

The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo del Sol!

Zach Davis: This guy is about the crowds, Freddy. He loves to entertain!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Zac...the man is an absolute breath of fresh air! A genuine nice guy. He's got it all going on!

Gravedigger: Tell that to Adam Blake! Teo is riding this man's coat tails and he knows it! Teo is a gawd damn freeloader! Which makes sense, you know...considering his style's from...

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

The audience goes wild as Teo points toward the ring, after a moment of silence, he sprints down the ramp and slides under the ropes, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle with a gesture towards the sky! He removes the cape and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.

The lights go dim. Blood Night by Adrian Von Ziegler plays as a dark fog flows over the entrance ramp. Adam Blake enters from the back wearing a black hooded shirt. He just looks down towards the ground as he walks across the stage and down the ramp. He walks up the steps and into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and raises one hand arm into the air with his hand in a fist. As he looks up towards the crowd the lights brighten and the fog clears.

Zach Davis: No nonsense entrance here by Adam Blake, the man is focused, and impressive.

Gravedigger: Let's see if this tag team can stand the strain of a match such as this.

Zach Davis: They've already on the tag team ladder, Digs. I'm sure...

Gravedigger: This is WCF...you do what ya gotta do.

Zach Davis: Well, yeah..there's that.

Stanley Moser is checking Adams boots, Adam's gaze doesn't break from Teo Del Sol's as the upbeat Luchador starts a hand clap around the arena.

Zach Davis: That's some intensity on Adam's face.

Gravedigger: Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. Personally speaking? I think this is about more than that, this is about respect. And the lack of it. Who got the pin last week in that tag match against Petrov?

Zach Davis: Adam, but we can't just..

Gravedigger: Yeah, yeah we can..

A brief handshake. Eyes lock. Adam is definitely the more intense party here.

DING! DING!

Arm drag by Del Sol, flip to his feet as Adam barges forward and attempts to deliver a flapjack, impressive counter as Del Sol goes for a hurricanrana from this. Adam's strength comes into play as he counters the 'rana with a powerbomb attempt, countered as Del sol lands on his feet and goes for another arm drag. Arm locked as Adam delivers a hard chop by which sends Del Sol staggering backwards.

Zach Davis: Impressive chain wrestling there.

Gravedigger: Real clash of styles. Adam is more smash mouth, but both have great technical ability.

Teo grabs a headlock, Adam counters, picks him up for a back suplex. Teo rolls through, backflipping onto his feet. Teo is laughing, trying to get the crowd railed up, clapping his hands again!

Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO!

BAM! Adam tattooes Teo with a hard slap across the face! Teo looks stunned, his mouth an “O” of shock with a "I thought we were buddies" stunned look on his face. Rubs his masked chin.

Gravedigger: That's what you get when you arrive over the border and forget to bring the respect with ya!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Hard rights by Adam, Teo retaliates with some knife edge chops and a split legged moonsault off the tunrbuckle! Goes for a quick pin!

One....

two...

Kickout! Adam rolls onto Teo's stomach and unloads some brutal punches. Teo hunkers up, counters, rolls and slaps the spit out of Adam's mouth!

Crowd: Ohhhhh!

Both men to their feet now, Adam with a jawbreaker. Goes for a follow up Clothesline, countered, Del Sol with an irish whip, Adam off the ropes as Sol attempts an Enziguri, Adam ducks, Lou Thesz Press! More rights by Adam! Del sol fights off his tag partner, Tornado DDT on Adam!

One...

Two...

Kickout! Teo whips Adam right out of the ring, through the middle ropes with a springboard dropkick! Adam gets up to his feet, and puts his hand on his head to indicate frustration. He walks around and notices a fan waving a poster that says "Blake+Teo for tag champs". Adam snatches it out of the fan's hand and throws it down on the ground, walking over to the announce table. Teo Del Sol slides out of the ring and picks the poster up, handing it back to the fan, only to turn around and get got by a big running knee from Adam!

Zach Davis: This partnership is disintegrating – fast!

Adam goes for an Atom Smasher outside the ring! Teo avoids disaster just in time. The fire starting to ignite as the happy-go-lucky Luchador slaps Adam square across the chest!

Adam fires back and rolls Teo inside. Running Knee Jump by Adam! Teo staggers against the ropes as he counters a clothesline and irish whips Adam towards the corner, Adam puts on the breaks as Teo charges forward. Flapjack onto the turnbuckle post by Adam!

Crowd: OHHHHH!

Adam has Teo against the turnbuckle now, punching Teo repeatedly in the face, Teo starts to go groggy from the punishment.

Zach Davis: Adam has snapped!

Gravedigger: Sometimes you have to prize respect from your opponent, it doesn't matter who. It's just what you gotta do!

The ref pulls Adam off, warning him about the closed fists.

Crowd: Teo! Teo! Teo!

Adam continues arguing with the ref. Teo puts his hand to his mouth and sees blood ink across his palm. The crowd goes wild as Teo walks towards Adam, turns Adam around, and slaps him square across the face! The crowd, stunned, goes silent.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: That slap echoed across the arena! This partnership looks like it's on the verge of full on disintegration!

Teo opens up with a flurry of fists! Adam staggers, fires back with a torrent of brutal hard rights! This match is on! Crowd on their feet!

Irish whip by Adam! Flying Crossbody by Del Sol! Caught! Backbreaker attempt by Adam, that's countered into a DDT attempt! Adam powers out, and locks in another DDT!

One...

Two..

Kickout!

A groggy Teo gets Irish whipped, turns it mid flow into a cartwheel, rebounding off the ropes, using the momentum to deliver a vicious flying forearm smash! Only to have Adam catch him and deliver a spine buster!

CRUNCH!!!

Crowd: OHHHH!

One..

Two..

Kickout!

Adam with another pin attempt, but Teo HULKS UP! Throws Adam aside and kip up's to his feet! The crowd goes mental!

Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO!

Zach Davis: Where's he finding this strength?!

Gravedigger: The powah of the Luchador compels him! Trust me, I should know!

Enziguri crunches Adam's skulll! Adam staggers, goes for an Atom Splitter out of nowhere, but can't lock it in! Teo powers out and whips Adam outside! Adam decides to take a powder and walk off a possible concussion. Meanwhile, Teo exits the ring, he's not about to give his opponent a breather. Teo lets loose a sting style "woo!", before running at Adam, high fiving the front row as his clothesline connects!

Zach Davis: Brutal!

Gravedigger: Rare to see a Luchador with such a unique range. Except for me of course. I was the absolute shit!

Zach Davis: Well, If you say so!

Gravedigger: Hey, what the--

Teo turns, and bows to the front row!

Crowd: Teo! Teo!Teo!

Gravedigger: Idiot showoff!

Teo enters the ring on the count of six, Adam follows suit soon after. Adam charges forward, Irish whip counter by Teo, who eats a rebound high knee. Adam goes to pick Teo up by the head, only for Teo to suddenly lock in a triangle choke!

Crowd: Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

Zach Davis: Looks like the crowd are on Teo's side tonight!

Gravedigger: What do you expect? This is Jersey! They're all too smark for their own fucking good!

Adam refuses to tap! With an astounding feat of strength, Adam lifts himself up and goes for a powerbomb!

Countered by Teo Del Sol! Victory roll attempt!

One..

Two..

Kickout!

Zach Davis: My! My! Teo's showing Adam the two finger salute!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Teo quickly realises what he's done, and flips those digits around. Waves his hands to apologise!

Zach Davis: Wait, just a two count! Just a two count!

Gravedigger: Typical Luchador mind games! We're a slippery bunch!

An enraged Adam charges forward unloading more rights, Teo staggers under the weight of the onslaught! He's faltering! Teo drops to his knees!

Teo: Finish it!

Adam rears back to deliver a big punch. His face snarling with pure rage. Adam unloads!

Teo ducks! The momentum causes Adam to spin around where Teo rolls him up with a school boy!

One...

Two...

THREE!

Zach Davis: Teo Del Sol Has WON!

Adam bolts to his feet, his face a mask of rage! Teo Del Sol is celebrating in the background. He doesn't see that...

Zach Davis: Adam's going for the Atom Smasher!

Adam goes to lock in the move on a celebrating Del Sol. But, Adam puts the breaks on. Stops as Del Sol turns. A moment between them. Del Sol offers his hand in friendship!

Zach Davis: What a great gesture of sportsmanship!

Adam slaps Del Sols hand, and exits the ring under the bottom rope.

Gravedigger: This isn't over, not by a long shot!

Gonzo Murdock/Jonny Fly Segment

The scene opens up, as "Gonzo" Deuce Murdock is sitting on the floor next to the Ladies Restroom, with a Disney Princesses bag to his left, while he plays Candy Crush on his phone, awaiting his daughter's return from the bathroom. As Gonzo continues to rack up his scores on Candy Crush, a figure walks up to him, to which Gonzo looks up to see Jonny Fly standing over him, and says...

Gonzo Murdock: Can I help you?

Jonny Fly just stands over Gonzo with an angry look on his face, as Gonzo puts his phone in his pocket, as he gets to his feet. Fly continues to stare at Murdock, as Murdock says apprehensively...

Gonzo Murdock: Dude, hello? You there, man?

Jonny Fly: We should've kicked your asses at Trios, and I should be the one fighting Dune for that World Title. You know that, yes?

Gonzo Murdock: Well, in the words of my grandfather, the sun shines on a dog's asshole every once in awhile. If you wanna say I got lucky, that's your prerogative. But otherwise, I really don't give a shit what you, or any other jealous asshole thinks. But I see you're going to try to weasel your way into Ultimate Showdown, so good luck, I guess. Maybe I'll see your half-cracker ass in the Main Event next month.

Jonny Fly: Oh, you can guarantee that. And on that note, I hope you do well in your match tonight. It would just be too sweet to relieve the guy of the World Title that relieved me and my team of the Trios Titles. You took history away from us, so I'm going to take something of yours that YOU love...

Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, that's great. But until then, you're nothing but a guy with mouth full of words, empty promises, and zero action. So unless you want to jaw-jack some more, or you want to step up, I'd walk away right now, before I show you EXACTLY how I'm going to take the World Title tonight. Now if you don't mind, I'm waiting for my daughter in the bathroom, so if you want to fight, just make it quick.

Jonny's face contorts with anger, as he's not used to trash talk directly in his face. Jonny goes to rear back, as Gonzo drops into a lower stance to prepare for Fly's attack. The Ladies Restroom door opens up, and out comes a three and a half foot little girl with a Trios Finals t-shirt prominently over the rest of her clothes, who upon seeing Jonny fly, starts to scream with a really high pitch voice that distracts both Jonny and Gonzo, as Taylor goes...

Taylor Murdock: DADDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING FIGHTING JONNY FLY?!?!

Gonzo Murdock: Oh, nothing! I just saw him, we were talking, and... Jonny Fly agreed to wait to meet you!!!

Jonny Fly: I did?

Gonzo shoots Jonny Fly a dirty look, while he mouths something inaudible, as Jonny smiles and plays along, saying...

Jonny Fly: I DID! I did make that promise!

Taylor Murdock: So are you going to beat Jeff Purse tonight?

Jonny Fly: Yeah, and then I'm going to Ultimate Showdown, where your Daddy and I are going to have ourselves a dance again. Ain't that right, George?

Gonzo Murdock: Oh yeah. Had a lot of fun at that last dance, believe you me. Too bad your brother can't be in this next one. I really enjoyed my time with him.

Jonny Fly: As did he, until you kicked him off the top turnbuckle. I'm going to get you for that come Ultimate Showdown, just you wait.

Gonzo Murdock: The only thing you're going to get from me is an ass-kicking. And if you REALLY want to continue mouthing off, I'll break my foot off in your...

Taylor Murdock: DADDY! Don't be so mean to Jonny Fly!

Jonny Fly: Yeah Gonzo! Why you gotta be so mean to me? What did I do to you?

Taylor Murdock: Can you sign my shirt where your picture is?

Jonny Fly: I don't seem to have a pen...

Gonzo reaches into his shooting jacket, and pulls out a silver Sharpie, tossing it towards Jonny, who catches it before signing Taylor's shirt. As Gonzo looks, he sees that Jonny Fly has signed his autograph with...

Good luck dealing with your Dad, you're going to need it...

Jonny Fly: ...

Taylor Murdock: AWESOME!!!

Gonzo Murdock: Gee, thanks! Maybe someday I can return the favor and torment your children with horrible messages in autographs.

Jonny Fly: Yeah, good luck with that. And I really do hope you beat Dune, because at Ultimate Showdown I'm going to make you my personal Fly Jobber before I take what is rightfully mine. Ultimate Showdown is MY show, and I'm going to put you deep.

Gonzo Murdock: That's what SHE said...

Taylor Murdock: STOP IT! STOP FIGHTING, BOTH OF YOU! You're both acting like... IDIOTS! STUPID CHILDISH IDIOTS!

Both Murdock and Fly refrain from attacking each other, as they both stop and look at Taylor, before looking at each other. Both Fly and Murdock burst out laughing, as Gonzo reaches down and grabs up his daughter, saying...

Gonzo Murdock: You know, maybe this isn't the greatest time to get into this. So I'll see you at Ultimate Showdown?

Jonny Fly: Oh you bet, good buddy! And maybe I'll see my biggest little fan here later on. But remember, next time you won't be as lucky as the last time.

Gonzo Murdock: We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Until then, don't you have a bag of Hot Fries with your name on them?

Jonny Fly: Yeah, that sounds like more fun than talking to you. So yeah, until next time...

Jonny nods to Taylor, who giggles like, well, a little schoolgirl! Gonzo just shakes his head, as Jonny walks away backwards for a little bit, before he turns and disappears down the corridor. Taylor then says...

Taylor Murdock: He seems so angry at you, Daddy...

Gonzo Murdock: Who isn't mad at your Daddy these days?

The scene ends, as Gonzo walks away with Taylor in his left arm and the Disney Princesses bag in his right hand...

Logan vs BioWalker

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, with the addition of a lucha libre mask worked to resemble Logan's own face. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.

Zach Davis: Since when does Logan wear a mask?

Gravedigger: Do you pay attention at all? It's the only sure defense against Biohazard's toxic ooze.

Zach Davis: While I doubt that's true, Logan's smart enough to try it on the off chance it does work. His strategic mind is one of the reasons why few men are more hated by the WCF fans than the Face of Treachery.

Gravedigger: Few men are more hated by the locker room, too. Logan's done it all in this company, and you don't rack up a string of accomplishments like his without pissing off a lot of people.

Freddy Whoa: Yet for some reason here he is, about to take on BioWalker. Just let that sink in; Mr. WCF is jerking the curtain with BioWalker.

The lights dim as "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory hits the PA. biohazard runs out onto the stage and spits some ooze in the air, followed by Walker who flexes in front of him. The two men hug for a little bit too long before making their way down the aisle. Walker enters the ring and bullies the ref as biohazard does some flippy lucha shit on the ropes. Finally they settle down and wait in the corner for the match to start. They don't get to wait long, though, as Logan immediately goes on the offense and starts hammering T-Pain with a wild series of clubbing forearms and punches. Biohazard can't get out of the way in time, and gets sandwiched between Walker and the turnbuckle while Logan continues to unload.

(DING DING DING)

Zach Davis: We're now officially under way, though Logan is already off to an early lead.

Freddy Whoa: Logan was dominating this match before his music even hit. It's BioWalker.

Gravedigger: Don't underestimate these two; the law of averages says they're due for a win sooner or later.

Freddy Whoa: I'm thinking later. Much later.

The ref tries to get in between Logan and Walker to force a break, and B-Haz takes advantage of the distraction to try spitting toxic ooze at Logan. Mr. WCF turns his head to the side though, and just lets the ooze splat harmlessly against his face-like masked face. Logan does back off though, and allows Walker and Biohazard out of the corner. The referee tries to force Biohazard out of the ring, but Logan waves him off; confident he can handle both opponents at the same time. Tyler rushes forward with his arm cocked for a lariat that would surely take Logan's head off, but the Face of Treachery easily avoids the telegraphed move and shoots the ropes. Walker rebounds off the ropes on the other side of the ring and connects with a massive spear that seems to surprise him more than it does Logan. B-Haz gets over his shock before anyone else, and hits a flipping leg drop across Logan's throat, then kips up to his feet. Biohazard hits the ropes while Walker stands up, flexing and posing for the crowd, and B-Haz hits a basement dropkick on Logan as he tries to get up.

Zach Davis: I don't know what's gotten into Biohazard--

Gravedigger: Besides Tyler's dick?

Zach Davis: But this seems to be a side of him we haven't seen in quite some time.

Freddy Whoa: Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then. This won't last.

Slightly dazed but more angry than anything, Logan scrambles to his feet and takes down Biohazard with a rising clothesline. Tyler turns around to see his best friend get laid out, and responds by grabbing a handful of Logan's hair. The ref starts to chew Walker out, but T-Pain grabs on with both hands, and lifts Logan off the mat by his head while Biohazard slowly gets up. While B-Haz hits the ropes, the official gets right up beside Tyler threatening him with disqualification, which means the ref misses Logan driving his heel square into Walker's cajones. Tyler drops Logan, who falls to the canvas and rolls out of the way as Biohazard comes in with a full head of steam, and accidentally hits Walker with a spinning heel kick. Mortified, Biohazard calls for a time out, then checks on his bestie. Of course, there are no time outs in wrestling, so Logan grabs B-Haz from behind in a sleeper hold. Biohazard reacts with inhuman speed, and wrenches the arm around his throat loose, then ducks behind Logan with a hammerlock.

Zach Davis: All right, seriously, when did Biohazard learn to wrestle like this?

Freddy Whoa: Right? If it were anyone but Logan in there, I might actually think BioWalker could win!

Gravedigger: Really? Anyone other than Logan? What if it were Jonny Fly? Or Bobby Cairo?

Freddy Whoa: I get the point. Okay, if it were Doc Henry in the ring right now, I might consider putting money on BioWalker.

Gravedigger: If it were Doc Henry in the ring right now, I might consider taking a nap.

Logan snaps off a back elbow that rings the bell of B-Haz, pulls free from the hammerlock, then spins around with a European uppercut that rocks Biohazard back on his heels. A scoop slam puts Biohazard down on the mat, while Walker pulls himself up using the ropes. Tyler charges at Mr. WCF, but Logan shows his ring savvy and hits a drop toe hold on T-Pain, which causes Tyler to land a falling headbutt on the downed B-Haz. Logan pops up to his feet and starts laying the boots to both men; aiming a series of kicks and stomps to their heads and chests. Finally, Logan drags Tyler up to his feet, muscles him up against the ropes, then slings him across the ring. On the rebound, Logan hits a back body drop that sees Walker get huge air, then turns his attention to Biohazard. As he bends down though, B-Haz spits toxic ooze into the Face of Treachery, and this time some makes it into Logan's eyes. While Logan stumbles back rubbing at his eyes, Tyler rolls to his hands and knees behind him, and Logan trips backward.

Gravedigger: Jesus, am I watching a wrestling match, or the Three Stooges?

Freddy Whoa: A little from column A, a little from column B, apparently.

Walker shakes his head, then pounces on Logan, trying to peel the mask off his face. Or trying to peel Logan's face off, it's hard to tell. The Face of Treachery tries to protect his mock face, while Biohazard climbs to his feet. Logan struggles to his feet as well, still trying to fight off Tyler, when Walker succeeds in pulling the mask off Logan's face. T-Pain tosses it over his shoulder, headbutts Logan, then motions for Biohazard to climb to the top turnbuckle. While B-Haz moves to the high rent district, Tyler lifts Logan in an Electric Chair. Biohazard comes off the top rope with a perfectly executed Moonsault, and shoots yet another spray of toxic ooze at Logan mid-flip. All three men crash to the mat with Biohazard covering Logan, and Walker quickly adds to the dogpile while the ref slides into place.

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Gravedigger: What the fuck just happened?

Zach Davis: I am just speechless.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa.

B-Haz and T-Pain excitedly get to their feet, hold hands, and jump around in circles squealing for a few moments, before grabbing each other in a very manly hug that goes on just a little bit too long, with Tyler gently patting Biohazard's back. Finally, they clear the ring and head to the back, while Logan sits up and scratches his head, utterly confused as to what just went down.

Torture Segment

Scene opens up in Tortures dressing room. The camera pans from the Hardcore Championship to Torture standing half-dressed. Torture is watching the monitor... where he just witnessed Torture getting pinned by BioWalker. He has a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

Torture: AW SHIT. You guys see that!?

Daniels and Avery laugh too and the former Team of Treachery leader.

Torture: And HE thinks I'M washed up!? I'm the Hardcore Champion! I'm holding WCF gold and Logan thinks I'M washed up!?

Tank Reaper: Hey Torture. Next month is Ultimate Showdown. Remember back in 2006, nine years ago, where-

Torture: Quiet, Tank. Tonight isn't about nine years ago. Tonight is about TONIGHT. And the plan is simple. The plan is that Torture beats Mayhem.

The guys agree and nod. Daniels and Avery high five.

Torture: Mayhem is going to get what he deserves and that's the beat down of his life. He doesn't deserve this match, and I'm going to show him why! But here's the thing.. Tonight, I do this on my own.

Chris Avery: Sounds like a simple plan.

Torture: It's a very simple plan.

Ryan Daniels: Does it have a title?

Torture: No, it's untitled.

Chris Avery: Untitled simple plan, I like it.

Tank Reaper: Why do you guys keep saying simple plan?

Torture: Don't worry, Tank, but for real, tonight I'm doing this on my own.

Chris Avery: Wait, what?

Torture: I'm going out there and doing this on my own. Mayhem is barking up the wrong damn tree.

Chris Avery: What about-

Torture: Don't over-think this, Chris. Besides, when was the last time we did something without a backup plan.

Chris Avery: Ahh..

Torture: Yeah, just stay on your toes. Tonight is going to get crazy, and we need to stick to the plan.

Team of Torture fist bump and do other bro things. We cut back to the announcers.

Zach Davis: I can not wait for Mayhem to get his hands on Torture tonight! I hope Logan taught him a thing or two back in the day!

Gravedigger: Maybe it'll be a one on one match.

Freddy Whoa: Sounds like it will be!

Gravedigger: It's Torture, Freddy, I'm not buying it for one second.

Raymond Hatcher Segment

We jump backstage where we see Frank Manor dressed in his best pay-per-view garb holding a microphone and standing next to Raymond Hatcher who has on a long gold & black robe hiding his ring gear underneath.

Frank Manor: We are back here at Blast with “The Real Deal” Raymond Hatcher. So—

Night Rider: Hey, asshole!

We see Night Rider come into view dressed for competition.

Raymond Hatcher: Hi, buddy.

Night Rider: Don’t buddy me you dick. I know you were behind that attack on me, but don’t worry, I let you live through this next match because I need to, but don’t fuck with me out there. You keep your ass in line or I break your neck right in the middle of that. We can get this win, but we need to work together. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you, and I don’t think I’ll ever like you, but we need to get through this match, so don’t try to fuck me. Got it?

Hatcher doesn’t even get a chance to respond before Rider rolls out.

Raymond Hatcher/Night Rider vs Joey Flash/Celeste

Kyle Steel: Our next contest is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, a big smile plastered across his face. He's wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm, he also has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape. Hatcher panders to the crowd, none seem too happy about it, his expression seems less than genuine. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace.

Kyle Steel: Our first competitor making his way to the ring, weighing in at 234lbs, from Los Angeles, California…”The Real Deal” Raymond Hatcher!!!

Raymond heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher gives a little wave, before wiping his feet on the apron and climbing through the ropes into the ring. With the big smirk still smeared across his face, Hatcher steps out to the middle of the ring and gives another half-hearted wave to the crowd. He then heads to his corner and begins disrobing.

The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the giant new Slam-tron video screen. Angel Fyre exits from the back wearing a black satin evening dress that left nothing to the imagination. Night Rider followed in his black leather jacket, trunks, and boots.

Kyle Steel: And his partner being accompanied by Angel Fyre, he weighs in at 340lbs, from Chicago, Illinois…Night Rider!!!

He strolls towards the ring and makes a stop at the announcers table. After grabbing a microphone he jumps into the ring and the four corner posts explode with pyrotechnics.

Night Rider: Well, well, well. I look around here and I see the same old nasty @$$ faces that I see everywhere else. Your nothing but a bunch of fat, out of shape losers spending your kids welfare money to come and see me! That's the reason you are all here. To see the beast they call Night Rider. F#c# all of you. Have fun watching as I beat the $h!t out of another loser just like yourselves.

He throws the microphone down. “The Birthday Massacre” by Kill the Lights begins to play. Celeste takes the walk up to the ring like a model takes to a runway.

Kyle Steel: And their first opponent, weighing in at 130lbs, from London, England now residing in Paris, France…Celeste!!!

Celeste’s feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back elongate her neck and expose her jugular to tempt, to dare her opponent to either kiss or mangle her throat. Not a drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation. She removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic.

The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. “Periphery” by Mile Zero begins to play and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd.

Kyle Steel: And her partner, weighing in at 220lbs, from Brooklyn, New York…Joey Flash!!!

Joey floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it. He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.

The music stops and Celeste retreats to the apron. We see Night Rider and Hatcher play a game of rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock. Night Rider beats Hatcher with rock over lizard. Hatcher begrudgingly vacates the ring. We hear the bell ring.

Zach Davis: And this one is underway.

Night Rider and Joey Flash start out by circling each other in the middle of the ring. SLAP! Hatcher tags Night Rider on the back to tag himself in before Night Rider can even lock up.

Zach Davis: And Hatcher tagging himself into the match.

Freddy Whoa: Night Rider looks a bit pissed about that.

Gravedigger: These two better work their shit out if they plan on beating Celeste and Joey Flash.

Night Rider scowls at Hatcher as Hatcher slips through the ropes into the ring, but Hatcher pauses on the ropes for a moment and holds them open for Rider to exit. Rider says something we can’t hear before leaving the ring however he doesn’t use the open ropes opting to climb out to the adjacent apron. Hatcher cracks a smile before letting go of the ropes and getting ready for battle.

Zach Davis: Definitely a bit of friction there.

Hatcher and Flash start circling each other and then lock-up in a collar-elbow. They two struggle for a few moments neither one getting the upperhand until Hatcher pushes Joey Flash backwards against the ring ropes. The referee gets in there to break it up, Hatcher slowly pulls away and puts his hands up indicating he’s going for a clean break, but instead nails Flash with a knife-edge chop. The referee throws Hatcher a warning for his action, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Zach Davis: I thought we were gonna get a clean break there.

Freddy Whoa: That’s suckers, Hatcher’s no sucker.

Flash clutches his chest in pain as Hatcher backs out to the middle of the ring. Flash is only stunned for a few seconds, he comes back out to the middle of the ring, and the two lock-up again in the collar-elbow tie-up. The two struggle a bit Hatcher gets the advantage and starts pushing Flash back, but Flash reverses and spins Hatcher around shoving him back-first to the ropes. The referee again climbs between the two for the break. Flash pulls away throwing his hands up for the clean break, and Flash does break clean, Hatcher just cracks a smile and spouts something at Flash. SLAP. Right across the face with an open hand Flash takes it to Hatcher for his disrespect. The crowd cheers.

Angry Fan: YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED!!! *clap, clap…clap, clap, clap* YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED!!! (and repeat).

Gravedigger: Hahaha.

Zach Davis: Flash getting a measure of payback there.

Hatcher looks extremely angry as he holds his cheek. Hatcher has had enough and walks over to his corner for a tag, but Night Rider is just laughing at him and refuses the tag. We can hear Rider telling Hatcher that Hatcher wanted in the ring, so there he goes. Hatcher goes back out to the middle of the ring to meet Flash in another collar-elbow tie-up. Hatcher is quick this time to duck behind Flash into a waist-lock and then takes him down with an amateur wrestling side slam. Hatcher switches it up into a side head-lock on the mat. Hatcher is wrenching hard on the hold, he’s being very vicious.

Zach Davis: A nice takedown there into the head-lock.

Flash fights back to his feet and throws Hatcher off across the ring into the ropes. Hatcher rebounds back across and is caught with a shoulder-block that takes him to the mat. Flash then runs to the adjacent ropes as Hatcher rolls to his belly. Flash steps over Hatcher on his way across the ring, Hatcher hops up to his feet as Flash rebounds from the ropes and catches Flash with a hard back-elbow, Flash hits the mat and rolls away from Hatcher before more damage can be done. Flash rolls to his corner and takes his time to get to his feet. He doesn’t seem to need the extra time, he’s just choosing to slow-down the pace. Flash tags in Celeste. The crowd pops a little somehow she’s getting crowd approval in this encounter.

Gravedigger: Celeste getting into the match for the first time.

Hatcher stands back with his hands on his hips as Celeste climbs into the ring.

Angry Fan: CELESTE IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! CELESTE IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! CELESTE IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! (and on and on)

Celeste seems to be trash-talking Hatcher who just stands back with a stupid grin on his face. Hatcher invites her to the center of the ring, and she is more than happy to accept. Hatcher puts his hands up signaling a Roman knuckle-lock. Celeste is wisely suspicious and slow to accept the offer, they lock one set of hands again and BOOM, Hatcher cheap shots with a kick to the gut.

Zach Davis: What a cowardice act right there.

Gravedigger: Hell, he probably just beat Celeste to the punch, or kick rather.

Celeste is doubled-over from the kick, Hatcher still has a grasp of her one hand and he yanks her in for a short-arm clothesline. Celeste is hit very hard and almost does a complete 180 degree turn in the air before landing on her side. The crowd boos.

Freddy Whoa: Wow, he almost took her head off.

The crowd continues to boo, but Hatcher just shrugs and lays a few stomps in on Celeste who looks pretty hurt from that clothesline, she rolls to her stomach and tries to crawl away, but Hatcher puts a stop to it with an elbow drop to the back. Hatcher rolls her over and does a one handed cover.

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Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher has to be kidding himself if he thinks he’s going to win that way.

Hatcher steps back to his feet, grabs a big handful of Celeste’s hair and starts yanking her up to her feet. Hatcher hooks Celeste’s head and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. Hatcher holds Celeste there for a minute displaying the power advantage he has over her before dropping down to the mat.

Gravedigger: Hatcher is toying with Celeste here.

Hatcher again goes for the cover on Celeste leaning his whole body on her this time.

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Zach Davis: Hatcher going for the cover again and once again Celeste easily kicks out.

Hatcher takes his time getting back to his feet, Celeste isn’t moving much on the mat. Raymond Hatcher drags Celeste over to her corner and tells Joey Flash to tag her.

Freddy Whoa: Owww Hatcher showing a bit of bravado right there.

Zach Davis: Absolutely classless if you ask me.

Freddy Whoa: I didn’t.

Flash looks really pissed off at this arrogant display by Hatcher. Flash reaches through and tags Celeste, then jumps over the top rope and charges at Hatcher who is caught by surprise. Flash starts nailing Hatcher with rights to the face, Hatcher covers up and backs into the ropes. Flash Irish whips Hatcher across the ring. Hatcher rebounds and Flash nails him with a clothesline. Hatcher goes down hard but gets right back up and Flash nails ‘em with another clothesline. Hatcher crawls over to a corner and pulls himself to his feet. Flash comes into the corner with lefts and rights, and then a big knife-edge that echoes through the building and then another one. Hatcher stumbles out of the corner away from Flash while holding onto the top rope and clutching his chest.

Zach Davis: Joey Flash is hot right now.

Flash comes over and grabs Hatcher by the hair, but Hatcher fights back with a kick to the gut. Hatcher hooks Flash with a body-slam, but Flash slips out behind Hatcher and shoves Hatcher forward to the ropes. Hatcher comes off and Flash catches him with a hip toss, Hatcher gets right back up and walks right into another hip-toss. Flash turns this hip toss right into an arm-bar going to a quick submission.

Gravedigger: Flash has that arm-bar, but can he lock it in tight?

Hatcher immediately goes on the defense and locks his hands together to block the full extension of the arm-bar. Flash is relentless, he keeps fighting to rip Hatcher’s hands apart, but his grip is tight. Hatcher rolls Flash onto his shoulders and gets himself up to his feet, and then stomps on Flash’s face forcing Flash to break the attempt at the arm-bar.

Zach Davis: A desperation move right there by Hatcher.

Freddy Whoa: Hey, it worked.

Flash is on the mat holding his face. Hatcher head overs to his corner and tags in Night Rider.

Zach Davis: Night Rider getting his first taste of battle in this match.

Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about he started the match.

Zach Davis: Yeah and he didn’t even get a chance to touch his opponent before Hatcher stuck his nose in there.

Night Rider slides through the ropes into the ring as Flash is climbing to his feet. Night Rider catches Flash with a double axe handle to the back stopping Flash in his tracks. Night Rider nails Flash again with another hard blow to the back knocking Flash to his knees. Night Rider pulls Flash back his feet and hits him with a body slam and follows it up with an elbow drop.

Rider drags Flash over to the corner and tags in Hatcher. Hatcher comes in and pulls Flash to his feet, Hatcher nails Flash with a few forearm shots to the face and then hits him with a double under-hook suplex. Hatcher goes right into a cover.

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Zach Davis: Joey Flash taking that suplex, but it’s not enough to stop him.

Hatcher pulls Flash back to his feet, but Flash fights away with a few shots to the gut. Flash then hits a belly-to-belly suplex and makes a cover of his own.

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Gravedigger: Celeste getting the tag now.

Celeste gets in as Hatcher gets to his feet, Flash stays in the ring and holds Hatcher as Celeste slaps him in the face.

Angry Fan: YOU’RE CELESTE’S BITCH *clap, clap, clap* YOU’RE CELESTE’S BITCH!!! (repeat)

Flash then whips Hatcher to the ropes, Hatcher rebounds and Flash nails him with a back-drop. Hatcher lands in a sitting position and Celeste nails him with a stiff kick to the chest. Flash vacates the ring as Celeste starts stomping away at Hatcher.

Zach Davis: Celeste getting some payback on Hatcher now.

Celeste yanks Hatcher to his feet and whips him into her team’s corner. Flash holds Hatcher in the corner and Celeste charges in with a big time drop kick to the face. Hatcher falls to the bottom of the corner and then Celeste charges in with a bronco-buster, but Hatcher moves and Celeste slips through the turnbuckles crashing to the floor at ringside.

Freddy Whoa: Celeste taking a big spill to the outside.

Zach Davis: She looks pretty banged up.

Flash drops from the apron to help Celeste. As Flash is getting Celeste to his feet, BAM, Flash is nailed from behind by Night Rider sending Joey Flash slamming into the guardrail. Hatcher vacates the ring and goes after Celeste. Hatcher yanks her to her feet and then scoops slams her to the hard floor at ringside. The referee is too busy yelling at Hatcher for his deployable actions to even start his count.

Zach Davis: Hatcher is a sick man, brutalizing Celeste like that outside the ring.

Hatcher throws Celeste back into the ring and slides in himself. Celeste tries to crawl away to the other end of the ring, but Hatcher grabs her by the hair and lifts her to her feet and then whips her hard into a corner, Celeste smacks the corner hard back first whip-lashing her down to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Owww, that’s a good use of the ring right there.

Hatcher doesn’t waste any time, he yanks Celeste back up and hits a half-nelson back-breaker.

Gravedigger: Damn what a back-breaker.

Hatcher takes a moment before covering Celeste, while Joey Flash is still recovering from being run into the guardrail outside.

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Zach Davis: Night Rider getting tagged back in.

Night Rider comes in as Hatcher holds Celeste arms and Night Rider nails her with a big forearm shot to the back causing Celeste to drop to the mat.

Hatcher vacates the ring as Rider goes on the attack, Rider starts stomping away at Celeste’s back before lifting her up and hitting a big choke-slam. Night Rider covers Celeste.

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Gravedigger: Celeste showing her resiliency.

Rider gets Celeste back up, lifts her up in a bear hug position and then rams her back first into a corner. Celeste collapses to her knees in the corner, but Rider lifts her right back up and starts ramming his shoulder into Celeste’s gut several times.

Zach Davis: Celeste is really taking a pounding here.

Freddy Whoa: All pun intended.

Zach Davis: Freddy, get your head out of the gutter.

Night Rider lifts Celeste up and sits her on the top rope. Rider climbs up to the top and hits Celeste with the Drop Of Death face-first DDT!

Gravedigger: THE DROP OF DEATH!

Zach Davis: With all the punishment Celeste has taken this has to be it.

Gravedigger covers Celeste hooking her legs.

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Zach Davis: Joey Flash makes the save, but eats a German suplex for his troubles.

Rider tags in Hatcher, who couldn’t get into the ring fast enough. Hatcher yanks Celeste up to her feet and hits a big double under-hook backbreaker. Immediately Hatcher makes the cover hooking a leg.

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Gravedigger: Celeste kicking out of that brutal backbreaker.

Hatcher slams his fist against the mat in frustration. He gets Celeste back to her feet and hits his signature Gutwrench Powerbomb!

Freddy Whoa: Gutwrench Powerbomb! This is over.

Hatcher rolls Celeste up with her knees pressing against her shoulders.

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Zach Davis: I can’t believe it. How could she kick out from that. She’s a real fighter.

Gravedigger: Fighter?! She’s a God damn near Terminator, she’s fucking indestructible!

Hatcher can’t believe it, he sits back on the mat looking dumb-founded. Night Rider looks just as shocked on the apron. Night Rider begs for the tag, but Hatcher just ignores him and yanks Celeste up by her hair. Celeste looks all Weekend At Bernie’s. Hatcher hits his Improvement-Plex!!!

Freddy Whoa: That’s the Improvement-Plex, that’s all she wrote!

Hatcher holds onto Celeste with a bridge for the cover.

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Gravedigger: End Of Times.

Zach Davis: Rider coming out of nowhere.

Rider can’t make the cover so he yanks Hatcher to his feet and throws him towards an open corner. Celeste is almost to her feet, but Rider takes her out with a big clothesline. The referee is yelling at Night Rider to get out of the ring. The Nowhere To Go But Up headbutt off the top rope by Hatcher to Celeste.

Gravedigger: And it’s that devastating top rope headbutt.

Freddy Whoa: Nowhere To Go But Up! Nowhere To Go But Up!

Zach Davis: Celeste by be done, right here.

Rider evacuates the ring as Hatcher covers Celeste hooking both legs.

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Zach Davis: Night Rider and Hatcher stealing the win here.

Freddy Whoa: Stealing? How did they steal it?

Zach Davis: Are you trying to tell me they didn’t take a few shortcuts in this match?

Gravedigger: None of that matters now. This thing is in the bag, Hatcher got the pin.

Hatcher climbs back to his feet and starts to celebrate as Flash checks on Celeste.

Kyle Steel: The winners of the match the team of…Raymond Hatcher and Night Rider!!!

Night Rider gets back in the ring and starts celebrating with Hatcher. Night Rider reaches his hand out to shake Hatcher’s hand. BOOM, Hatcher with a kick to the gut on Night Rider, followed by a Brain Buster!!!

Zach Davis: What was that for?

Gravedigger: Hatcher is a snake in the grass, Zach.

Freddy Whoa: Why not he doesn’t need Night Rider.

Zach Davis: Just ridiculous, Rider was a big part of Hatcher getting this win and that’s the thanks he gets.

The crowd boos as Hatcher gets back to his feet and stands over Night Rider staring down at him like he’s a fresh kill, even more unbelievably Hatcher helps Flash get Celeste to her feet.

Gravedigger: What’s happening now?

Zach Davis: What’s Raymond Hatcher doing?

Flash looks really confused, but Hatcher simply reaches his hand out, and amazingly enough Flash accepts the handshake.

Zach Davis: What is going on around here?

Freddy Whoa: The plot thickens, Zach, the plot thickens.

Hatcher smiles at Flash and Celeste before sliding out of the ring leaving the other three behind and begins walking up the ramp holding his hand high in the air.

Freddy Whoa: Huh.

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. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whining horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles.

Zach Davis: Can it be? Has she come back?

Freddy Whoa: Look at Night Rider's face!

He's up, and he's pissed, and he's confused.

Gravedigger: What are we seeing?

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. 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. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand, as she walks towards the ring. Night Rider can't believe it as she just stares at him with a blank expression on her face. She motions for a mic, as she stands in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: The Death Bringer has returned to WCF! What a night!

Freddy Whoa: The last two weeks everyone has been wondering who has been behind those mysterious messages and now we know! The Dark Rider has returned!

Night Rider looks at her and smiles. He reaches out to grab her and pull her close but she backs away and holds up her hand.

Denise D'Evil: You expect things to pick up and be the same as they were just like that? I haven't heard from you in ages. Where were you when I was near death and had to be saved?

Denise looks over at Angel Fyre and then back to Night Rider.

Night Rider: Wait, I didn't.

Denise D'Evil: You didn't what? Now you come to the ring with her. Someone that you were romantically involved with in the past. Like she could take my place? Now you look at me like everything is just fine? No! You betrayed me! I haven't been with anyone else since you seemed to have disappeared! Now I know why. It was for HER.

She points at Angel, who's eyes get wide, and she shakes her head trying to defend herself against what Denise was saying.

Denise D'Evil: I could slice your head off and not think twice about it! This is OUR business, don't even say a word.

Angel Fyre looks at her and begins to speak but thinks twice about it as Night Rider pushes her back.

Night Rider: It's not like that at all! This ring on my finger still means the same to me today as it did when you put it on my finger. That will never change. Angel Fyre is nothing but my Manager. Despite what her and I had before it is nothing compared to the love I have for you.

Denise looks at him with a blank expression as her eyes begin to get glassy.

Denise D'Evil: Yet you didn't even get in contact with me or try to find out where I was at. Where were you then?

Night Rider: I tried to find you. I looked everywhere trying, just hoping I could find you. Even now I see your face in every woman. Your smiling eyes drowning me with loneliness and longing, wondering if I would ever see you again.

She hits Angel with There can be only one and sends her head over feet to the mat. Night Rider backs away, and checks on Angel as Denise climbs out and takes the reigns for her horse from the stage hand, and mounts the horse once more, and starts up the ramp way leaving Night Rider staring after her.

Freddy Whoa: That didn't go as Night Rider expected did it?

Zach Davis: Not at all. First his partner turns on him, then Denise D'Evil shows up. She thinks that something is going on between him and Angel... Maybe there is.

Freddy Whoa: I don't know. Hopefully this will work out for them. We'll be back after this.

Corey Black Segment

Storming out from the backstage area is Cryboy McEmo! He runs down to the ring with a steel chair and sets it up, sitting down, seemingly staging a protest.

Gravedigger: What is this fool doing?

Zach Davis: I'm being told in my headset that McEmo has demanded a match here tonight on pay-per-view!

Freddy Whoa: Why? I mean, this guy has maybe won one match in a decade.

"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits and out comes Corey Black to thunders applause. He isn't dressed to fight, jeans and a black t-shirt, but he's on his way out here anyway!

Zach Davis: Long history here. Cryboy, I believe, was recruited by Seth Lerch himself in an attempt to get more feelings within the roster. It failed miserably.

Corey gets to the ring and calls for a mic. He's kind of ignoring Cryboy who is screaming at him.

Corey Black: Now now, Cryboy, shut the fuck up. Big boys have some business to attend to. Like - say - Thomas Uriel Bates? We're a week away, Batesy Boy, and I haven't heard a peep from you. Not that I am paying that much attention, but I at least expected a letter of recognition. Maybe a Tweet ... hell even a Tweet from one of your cronies. Nothing though, not a whisper. That's fine, you do your thing, I'll do mine. When we cross paths, it'll be little more than a Sunday stroll through Slam for me, while for you it'll be the day you realized not only can you not beat Pantheon one-on-one, but you'll have your ass served to you twice in as many weeks by a couple of Black dudes.

Cheers from the crowd, they love jokes and references.

Corey Black: As for tonight, I'm here to keep an eye on a match or two. I've been calling my shots here for a while lately. I've got Bates next week, presumably a TV Title match soon, Steve Orbit at XIII but something is missing. Someone I've called a friend for a while has thrown all that shit away. We were the best team WCF had ever come across, and it's all done because I want the future of this company to be nurtured and cared for. Jeff Purse did it, I can do the same, JONNY FLY I WANT YOUR BLOOD. You and me, one on one, once and for all. I'm not bitching about losing the WCF TItle to you, I'm not going to complain about the team ending, WCF has been our playground for years now, and it's high time we lock those horns up once again and see what each other has got. You don't think I can pick a team? That's fine. Yours included all the guys you call out nowadays. Pantheon stands behind me as I stand behind them. We don't need you running your mouth like you're actually God's gift to the group. I appreciate all you've done for us - me - but when you took off, it showed me the future wasn't exactly as set as I once thought. Orbit is gone, you're barely around, Phantasm has gone completely off the radar - who is left? Me, Purse, and Price. Two of the three are standing tall, the last is in a fucking coma. Pantheon crumbled before you put the bullet in the brain. I brought the bitch back to life and filled it with the best WCF has. I don't know nor care what your plans are for the summer, the fall, the winter, One, War, who else challenges you, none of that shit - you name it, and you've got it.

Gravedigger: Corey Black is insane. He's calling out the biggest and baddest, something he hasn't really done lately.

Freddy Whoa: Dude has something to prove, I guess.

Corey Black: Beyond those matters, there's the problem of filling Jayson's spot. A few of the guys have introduced their picks, so here's mine. Cryboy, this is why I'm here. Your challenge has been accepted.

The crowd buzzes, anxious to see Corey's pick.

Corey Black: From The Netherlands - standing 6 foot 1 inch, weighing in at 224 pounds - Gunther Blythe!

A small spattering of cheers from the crowd as Gunther emerges from the back. He's a lanky guy, really long legs, about shoulder lenth dark brown hair cut down on the sides to a mohawk that isn't spiked, long beard. He's wearing typical Stone Cold black tights, black boots, black kickpads, and black wrist tape. Nothing special or colorful. His tattoos, on the other hand, cover both arms, most of his chest, his back, a big one on the left thigh, and even up his neck. Gunther enters the ring and shakes Corey's hand.

Corey Black: Gunther Blythe is my entrant into the Pantheon version of The Cut. One of our understudies will be the next member of Pantheon, get themselves signed by WCF, and thrust into the best stable this place has ever seen. For now, he's got himself a match with Mr. McEmo here.

Corey rolls out of the ring and heads for the announcer's table. He takes a seat on the end next to Gravedigger, who hands him a headset.

Gravedigger: Welcome to the booth, Corey. What can you tell us about Gunther Blythe?

Corey Black: Well, he's been training with me for the better part of a year now. If I graduated people from the Burning Hammer Dojo, he'd be the star graduate. He's young, he's hungry, and be sure to watch those feet.

DING DING DING the bell rings and Cryboy McEmo vs Gunther Blythe is under way! As the ringing of the bell echoes throughout the arena, Cryboy McEmo is blasted in the side of the head with a thunderous roundhouse kick from Gunther! Cryboy turns toward the mat and almost topples over but Blythe catches him and throws him to the ropes. On the rebound McEmo is tossed into the air and caught by Blythe with a bicycle knee strike! Cryboy is out. The pinfall.

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Gravedigger: Welp.

Corey Black: Nice to see you guys, sorry the visit was so short.

Freddy Whoa: Come back and tell us more about this guy, maybe if he has a stronger opponent?

Zach Davis: Impressive footwork from Gunther Blythe, Corey Black's trainee and entry into The Cut.

Blythe rolls out of the ring and with his head down walks up the ramp, followed by Corey Black.

Gemini Battle vs Jackson White

"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd.

He looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the cheers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Centereach, New York weighing in at 195 pounds… He is 1/3 of the WCF Trios Champions… GEMINIIIII BAAAAAATTLEEEEE!!!

Zach Davis: Gemini Battle has a tough challenge against a man who recently left the DRG.

Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head. He brings a Portuguese flag on his back. He looks down until he enters the ring. Then he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blasts from the corner. He then raises the Portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's corner.

Kyle Steel: His opponent, from Oporto, Portugal, weighing in at 247 pounds… JACKSOOON “THE FENIX” WHIIIITE!!!

Freddy Whoa: This match won’t be easy for Jackson White either, he is facing a champion after all!

DING DING DING!

Both men share a handshake and quickly start a lock-up. Jackson takes the advantage by locking Gemini Battle’s in an Arm Lock. He screams in pain and tries to get out of the hold but White locks him in the center of the ring.

Gravedigger: Fenix starts to dominate the match!

Gemini punches Jackson a few times and breaks the maneuver. He runs to the ropes… Back body Drop by “The Fenix”! And he locks the Arm Lock again.

Zach Davis: Nice strategy by Jackson White!

Battle struggles to get out of the submission hold but White holds his arm even harder. The crowd starts to cheer for Battle as he gains the power to reverse the hold and punches Jackson a few times in the face.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Strong Short-arm Clothesline by Gemini Battle out of nowhere! Cover!

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Gravedigger: Roles switched and now Battle takes control of the match!

White tries to reach the ropes but Battle drags him far away from it. He continues to pressure his opponent’s arm but Fenix manages to reverse the maneuver, runs to the ropes and tries to hit a Clothesline but Battle ducks it.

Zach Davis: And now both men stare at each other while they are walking around the ring! Really balanced match we are watching here!

They lock up again but this time Gemini Battle wins it by pushing Jackson against the corner. He chokes him and the referee orders him to stop. He breaks the hold and pushes Jackson to the other corner with an Irish Whip. He runs…

Freddy Whoa: Splash against the corner!

Gemini pushes Jackson against the ropes… Spear! And Fenix rolls to outside the ring! The referee counts as Battle starts to make gestures to Jackson come back to the ring on his own.

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Gravedigger: Fenix is in a tough position I wonder if he can’t get out of the submission hold!

Jackson crawls to the ropes and grabs it. The referee tells Battle to break the hold but he continues to hold it as Jackson screams in pain.

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Zach Davis: Both wrestlers showing everything they’ve got!

While Battle is on the ground Jackson hits him with a strong Elbow Drop. Battle screams in pain and rolls to the ropes, getting up with its help. Jackson doesn’t give him time to rest and pushes him into the corner. He runs… Clothesline into the corner! Battle gets dizzy, Fenix climbs to the turnbuckle…

Freddy Whoa: MISSILE DROPKICK! Now Jackson hits a Toe kick on Battle… HE IS GOING FOR THE DESTROYER!

Not so soon, Jackson… Battle reverses it and hits a beautiful Snapmare Suplex. He goes for the cover… BUT JACKSON REVERSES IT WITH A ROLLUP!

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Gravedigger: You can hear the entire arena saying WOOOOOO!

Jackson tries to run but Gemini pushes him into another corner and hits another Knife Edge Chop!

Zach Davis: And Gemini throws The Fenix to outside the ring!

Battle gets him up, applies an Irish Whip, Jackson reverses it… GEMINI BATTLE HITS THE STEEL STEPS! Both wrestlers are down! The referee starts to count.

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Freddy Whoa: Nice offensive by Jackson White. Gemini Battle must be really damaged.

Jackson gets Battle up and lifts him applying a Vertical Suplex. Gemini’s back is in pain and Jackson takes advantage of that by pushing him into the corner. He goes behind him… Russian Legsweep! Cover!

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Gravedigger: You know what’s coming next! But Battle manages to get up and starts to punch White while he’s on the corner!

Jackson White tries to balance himself on the turnbuckle but Gemini continues to punch him. Fenix reverses it and hits him with some punches.

Zach Davis: They are trading punches! BUT LOOK! GEMINI RAKES JACKSON’S FACE!

Jackson gets hurt and Gemini Battle hits a Dropkick on Jackson while he’s on the corner making him fall to outside the ring.

Freddy Whoa: That must’ve hurt! Jackson is knocked out! That gives Gemini Battle time to breathe or maybe win the match by Count-out!

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Gravedigger: What a match! The referee is counting.

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Both of them get up at the same time and trade punches. Gemini gets the advantage and hits some Openhand punches on Jackson! He falls! Battle grabs him… Abdominal Stretch applied!

Zach Davis: How will Jackson get out of this?

Jackson screams in pain but can’t get out of the hold. Gemini holds it for a while but Fenix manages to hit a few elbow strikes on Gemini’s head and he breaks the hold. Jackson gets Battle up… Scoop Slam!

Freddy Whoa: Now Jackson goes to the corner… Wait, what’s he doing?

Gravedigger: He is removing the turnbuckle’s protection!

Jackson removes the turnbuckle’s protection and the referee notices it and starts arguing with Fenix. He then proceeds to put the protection back in the corner.

Jackson goes near Gemini Battle… LOW BLOW! THE REFEREE DOESN’T SEE IT! Jackson grabs Gemini’s head, points up… THE DESTROYER! HE COVERS GEMINI!

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Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… JACKSOOOOON “THE FENIX” WHIIIIIITE!!!

Zach Davis: What a match we just watched ladies and gentlemen!

Freddy Whoa: I can’t believe Jackson won like that. That was not fair for Gemini Battle.

Gravedigger: You’ve got to do everything to win, Freddy. The Fenix was smart.

Adam Young Segment

"Simple Man" by Shinedown starts playing and Adam Young walks out in a Rebel Flag t-shirt, jeans and snake skin boots.

Crowd: BTJ!

Adam is walking towards the ring shaking hands with the fans and smiling. He climbs into the ring calling for a mic.

Adam Young: WCF how the hell are ya?

The fans scream.

Adam Young: Well people have been wondering is Adam getting back in the ring or not, well I sure as hell am. I'm out here tonight to let one unlucky piece of trash know that they are number one on my list to right the wrong. Since one piece of trash has taken her gag ball and headed back to the shitty country England I think I might as well send another one that way. Joey Flash or Ducky your now in season boy. Let the hunt begin.

Adam Young leaves.

The Juggalo Warrior's Hardcore Open
Oblivion vs Isaiah Chavis

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is the Juggalo Warrior’s Hardcore Open!

A cheer erupts from the crowd as “Whoop Whoop” blares over the PA system. The camera searches the audience for Isaiah, finding him at the back. He holds up his right fist, in which is clenched his tightly wrapped barbed wired kendo stick.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Detroit Michigan, he is the grand marshal of the freak parade, the Juggalo Warrior, Isaiah Chavis!

He puts his clown face hockey mask down over his face, and jumps up on the guardrail. He leaps off, and lands in the crowd. They surf him around a bit, before sending him down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and jumps to his feet, holding the kendo stick up in the air again.

Zach Davis: Here he is, the Juggalo Warrior, in the ring ready for yet another challenger!

Freddy Whoa: He dispatched Celeste and Hardcore McMurderkill with relative ease, but Oblivion is a whole different story, especially in this environment.

Gravedigger: Exactly. Oblivion is one of the greatest hardcore champions WCF has ever seen, so him taking this challenge might not be the best thing for Isaiah Chavis.

Isaiah’s music stops, and is replaced by Oblivion’s. The lights go out, and a red light comes on over the stage. Oblivion slowly makes his way out, keeping his eyes locked with Isaiah’s the whole time.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, hailing from the darkest, deepest part of a sick man’s psyche, Oblivion!

Zach Davis: Oblivion coming out without the usual trappings. Seems extra focused for this match.

Gravedigger: Yeah, Chavis needs to be careful here. Oblivion is not going to take this match lightly.

Oblivion steps down to the ring, and throws up the ring apron. It pulls a few tables and chairs out from under the ring, as well as a kendo stick.

Zach Davis: Oblivion putting the hardcore in this hardcore match before the bell’s even rung.

Oblivion takes the kendo stick, and climbs into the ring, staring down Isaiah. The music stops, and the lights come back up. The ref signals for the bell to ring, and the match is on. The two men meet in the middle of the ring. ISaiah is the first to swing, but Oblivion block it and takes a swing himself. Isaiah just blocks it in time. Chavis swings again, but Oblivion grabs the stick, not even wincing as the barbs dig into his hand. He tosses Isaiah’s stick out of the ring, and swings hard for Chavis’s legs. The Juggalo Warrior jumps over the attempt, and hits Oblivion with a dropsault, sending it back into the ropes. Oblivion bounces off, and comes forward, going after Isaiah with a big boot. Chavis ducks under it and bounces off the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Oblivion swings for the fences with the kendo stick, catching Isaiah clean in the ribs. Chavis doubles over and gets caught with a second shot to the back. He falls to the ground, as Oblivion tosses away the now shattered kendo stick.

Gravedigger: Oblivion taking a BEATING to Chavis early on!

Zach Davis: Yeah, you don’t want Oblivion to get the advantage early. It’s hard to take it back.

Oblivion stomps on Isaiah’s spine a few times, and drags him to his feet. Oblivion tosses him into the corner, and starts slamming forearms into the side of his head. Isaiah is rocked, and slumps down after a few shots, before rolling out of the ring. He crawls around the corner, and grabs his barbed wire kendo stick before Oblivion can climb out. It chases after Isaiah, but Chavis turns around and swings, clocking Oblivion in the side of the skull. It staggers to the side, keeping upright with the steel guard rail. Blood drips down the side of its head. Isaiah swings again, hitting Oblivion in the leg. It stumbles forward, letting Isaiah stand up, and hit him with another strike to the back. Isaiah backs up and charges, going for another swing. Oblivion kicks backward, catching Isaiah in the gut. It turns around and delivers a hard european uppercut. Chavis hits the floor, and Oblivion wipes a stream of blood from its temple.

Zach Davis: This match getting violent early like we all expected it would.

Freddy Whoa: No one expected any less. These two are going to tear at each other tonight!

Oblivion drops a knee on Isaiah’s chest, before dragging him to his feet, and tossing him into the ring. Oblivion grabs one of the chairs it pulled out earlier, and slides under the bottom rope. It stands there, waiting as Isaiah slowly drags himself to his feet. Oblivion runs forward and swings hard, sending Isaiah crashing to the mat with a vicious chair shot to the head. Blood begins to stream down Isaiah’s facepaint, as Oblivion walks over to him, and presses the top edge of the chair into Isaiah’s throat. He presses down as the wrestler flails, trying in vain to gasp for air.

Gravedigger: Oblivion clamping down on the windpipe of Isaiah! Chavis has got to do something if he wants to have any chance of surviving, let alone winning.

Freddy Whoa: The ref asking Isaiah if he wants to quit, but he’s still fighting.

The little exposed skin on Isaiah’s face begins to turn blue. In a panic, he lashes out, kicking down at Oblivion’s kneecaps. This loosens the pressure on his neck, so he kicks again. Oblivion lets up and stumbles backward, allowing Isaiah to push himself back into the corner. Oblivion runs for him again, but Isaiah hoists himself up, and delivers a double front kick to the monster’s jaw. Oblivion stumbles back again. Isaiah runs toward it, and ducks under a big boot. He pops up and hits a dropkick to Oblivion’s back. It stumbles forward, and goes through the rope, landing on his feet and using the apron to stay stable. Isaiah bounces off the opposite ropes, and takes a flying leap over the top rope. Oblivion catches him, and runs to the side, sandwiching Isaiah between its body and the ring post. It then flings him backward, hitting a fallaway slam on the concrete.

Freddy Whoa: Good lord! Isaiah got the upper hand for a second, but Oblivion put a sudden end to that!

Gravedigger: Once Oblivion gets rolling, there’s no stopping it! Isaiah is in trouble, and I’m not sure he has any chance at this point.

Zach Davis: Try not to sound so happy about it.

Isaiah lays on the ground in agony, as Oblivion stands back up, and begins searching under the ring again. It pulls out a ladder, and slides it under the bottom rope. It then picks up Isaiah, and sends him in after. Oblivion climbs into the ring, as Isaiah lays on the mat, still trying to suck air back into his lungs. Oblivion lifts up the ladder, bringing it down hard on his ribs. Isaiah writhes in pain, and spits some blood out onto the canvas. Oblivion smiles, and leans the ladder up against the turnbuckle. It lifts Isaiah up from behind, and tosses him back in a german suplex. Isaiah’s head and neck slam into the ladder, and then his body falls hard to the mat.

Zach Davis: Jesus, this one has to be over at this point.

Gravedigger: Isaiah certainly has taken a tremendous amount of punishment.

Oblivion drags Isaiah to the middle of the ring and pins him.

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Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis has somehow put himself back in this match.

Freddy Whoa: Both men are bleeding, there’s plenty of weapons left, and this is looking like an instant classic.

Chavis pulls himself up on the ropes as Oblivion is standing on the outside. Isaiah jumps onto the top rope, using it to springboard off and hit a front flip senton, sending both men to the concrete. It takes a while, but Isaiah is the first to stand. He grabs one of the tables, and sets it up on the outside. He then climbs into the ring, and takes a moment to breathe, as Oblivion gets to his feet. It climbs onto the apron, and Isaiah runs forward to hit it with a shoulder. Oblivion moves out of the way. Isaiah sticks his upper torso out past the ropes, and Oblivion hits him with a stiff kick to the chest, before dragging him out onto the apron. He grabs him, and lifts him up, hitting a side suplex off the apron, through the table. Both men lay among the wreckage as the crowd chants “Holy shit”

Freddy Whoa: I would say Oblivion just took this match back, but both men are just laying there.

Gravedigger: Going through that table took a lot out of both of them.

Oblivion manages to get to his feet, and toss Isaiah in the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and goes for the pin.

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...No! Isaiah kicks out.

Zach Davis: He had too much time to recover after that fall through the table.

Oblivion stands up, and drags Isaiah to his feet. It lifts Isaiah into a fireman’s carry for the 5150. Before Oblivion can hit it, Isaiah hits it in the jaw with several elbows. Oblivion drops him, allowing Isaiah to hit a DDT onto the ladder. Both men lay on the mat once again. ISaiah drags himself up after a few moment, and makes his way to the corner. He slowly climbs to the top rope, as Oblivion struggles to stand. Once Oblivion is up, Isaiah jumps off the top and hits the monster with a hard dropkick that sends it to the ground. He then grabs the ladder and sets it on Oblivion, before springboarding off the ropes and going for the carnival of carnage. As he is coming down, Oblivion throws the ladder up, sending it smashing into Chavis’ face. Blood pours down his face as the wound has now split open even further. ISaiah collapses to the ground, as Oblivion uses the ropes to stand.

Zach Davis: a vicious shot from the ladder. Chavis may be out cold here!

Oblivion picks up the chair, and steps over to Isaiah. It opens the chair and slips it around Isaiah’s neck. The monster then walks to the corner and climbs to the top rope. With a sadistic smile, it jumps off, and stomps down on the chair. The impact is violent, sending Isaiah flailing across the ring. When he stops, blood trickles from the side of his mouth, and the chair has flown outside the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion has to have just seriously injured Chavis. I don’t think this one is going to last much longer.

Oblivion grabs the ladder, and sets it on top of Chavis, before climbing the ropes once again. This time it comes off with an Obi-sault, which sends the crowd into a frenzy. It smashes the ladder down on ISaiah with tremendous force, and goes for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...3!No!

Isaiah just manages to kick out. Oblivion seems angry. It drags Isaiah to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Oblivion goes for a clothesline, but Isaiah ducks it, and comes back with a flying kick to the face. Oblivion hits the ground, and Isaiah stands slowly. He jumps onto the second rope and goes for the Carnival of Carnage. He hits it perfectly and covers Oblivion.

...1!

...2!

...3!

Isaiah rolls off of Oblivion, but neither man is standing.

Zach Davis: One hell of a match from both these competitors. They left it all in the ring, along with a couple pints of blood.

The referee helps Isaiah stand, and lifts his arm in victory. The crowd cheers wildly, but Isaiah drops down to his hands and knees. The ref immediately calls down the EMTs, but Isaiah waves them off. He rolls out of the ring and hobbles his way to the back, almost looking like he won’t make it. Afterward they try to check on Oblivion, but it grabs one of them, and tosses him out of the ring, sending him crashing into the steel guard rail. Oblivion then grabs another, and hits the 5150 onto the ladder. The other EMTs back off, allowing the monster to head to the back under its own power.

??? Segment

“Thunder & Lightning” by Motorhead suddenly blares through the P.A. System as lightning bolts strike the stage and gold sparks begin to rain down from the titantron in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage. The lights begin to flicker going off and on and gold spotlights randomly shine over the crowd.

Zach Davis: It looks like our regularly scheduled broadcast is being interrupted by a video package.

A single spotlight shines on the stage instead of someone walking out. Then a video begins to play on the titantron. Images of a white male, around 23 years old, beach blonde hair, even muscle tone are shown followed by the words “Jay Lightning, Slam, July 12, 2015”. “Thunder & Lightning” fades out and the video feed starts to static out.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Looks like we have a new superstar on his way to WCF. He’s chosen July 12th for his debut. Question is why then?

Zach Davis: Who knows, my question is who this Jay Lightning is and does he have any relation to former WCF Superstar, Jayden Thunder?

Gravedigger: God I hope not, could you imagine a spawn of Jayden Thunder, remember what a piece of crap Jayden was, just imagine his kid or something. Hahaha I think not!

We return to your regularly scheduled broadcast as Blast continues live!

Hardcore Match
Zombie McMorris vs Jay Omega

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a HARDCORE MATCH!

"Over and Under" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia... JAY OMEGA!

Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of camera phone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.

Zach Davis: And there you see the always confident Jay Omega, always at home in Hardcore matches.

Freddy Whoa: And why shouldn't he be? The guy was dominant as Hardcore Champion.

Zach Davis: Indeed he was!

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at 220 pounds...ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!

He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring.

Gravedigger: And The Honey Badger has arrived!

Freddy Whoa: And it looks like he doesn't give a-

Zach Davis: WHOA! You can't say that on TV!

Freddy Whoa: I can't say damn?

Zach Davis: Oh. I thought you were going to say fuck. AH SHIT! NOW I SAID IT!

Gravedigger: And people say I suck at commentary.

The referee signals for the bell...

[DING! DING! DING!]

Zach Davis: And this match is underway!

The bell sounds and immediately both McMorris and Omega drop to the mat and roll out of the ring. Both go under the apron and start grabbing every weapon in sight before throwing it into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: And apparently both these guys are readying for a war!

Very quickly the ring becomes littered with folding chairs and kendo sticks, along with a street sign and a 2x4. Omega grabs a chair and heads around the ring post after McMorris but finds his missing.

Zach Davis: What the heck? Where did McM-

Suddenly a blast from a fire extinguisher comes out from under the ring and into the face of Omega. Omega gets blinded by the shot and McMorris emerges from under the ring, swinging at the legs of Omega with the extinguisher. Jay avoids the first swing but the second catches him behind the knee. Omega drops to his other knee and McMorris wraps the cord of the extinguisher around his neck.

Freddy Whoa: And Jay Omega is already in some deep doo doo!

Zach Davis: Doo doo? Really?

Freddy Whoa: Well seeing as how the FCC is most definitely watching us after your little F bomb, I'm not risking my tookus.

Gravedigger: Since when are you Jewish?

Freddy Whoa: What? A black man can't be Jewish?

Omega trying to yank at the cord around his neck as McMorris leans back, yanking with all his might. Omega reaches out trying to grab the chair he dropped but McMorris sees it and uses his foot to slide it away. But it's a mistake as that lets Omega get his fingertips under the cord and get a tiny bit of separation. Omega gasping for air as he pulls the cord over his head and rolls away from McMorris. Zombie tosses the used up fire extinguisher to the side and shoves Omega into the side of the announce table before he can get all the way up.

Zach Davis: Watch out!

Gravedigger: Damn it McMorris! You spilled my coffee!

Freddy Whoa: Why can't these guys ever run into that other announce table?

Zach Davis: What announce table?

Freddy Whoa: ...the one that is literally right beside us.

The camera pans over to an announce table next to the one that Omega is up against. Two middle aged Japanese men with headsets are doing play by play of the match.

Gravedigger: Wait. When the hell did we get a Japanese announce table?

Freddy Whoa: It's always been there but you're just too lazy to notice.

Gravedigger: Meh, too much work to notice things.

McMorris tries to slam Omega's face into the announce table but Omega blocks it and elbows McMorris in the gut. McMorris doubled over and Omega grabs hold of a monitor, rips it out and smacks McMorris in the face with it.

Zach Davis: Oh snap! What a shot!

McMorris stumbles back against the apron as Omega begins to clear off the Japanese announce table. The two Japanese announces scurry off as Omega grabs McMorris and pulls him over in front of the table. Omega with the suplex and McMorris ends up sprawled on top of it.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That table didn't even wobble.

Zach Davis: Don't you know anything about wrestling? The Japanese always do everything extra stiff.

Gravedigger: Sex joke?

Zach Davis: Of course!

Omega with a few quick jabs to the face before he climbs up onto the table. Omega pulls McMorris up and sets him up for another suplex. McMorris with the block and he knees Omega in the gut. McMorris with the quick snap DDT as the table refuses to break.

Freddy Whoa: OOF! That's a good way to break a neck.

McMorris with the pin attempt on top of the table.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Zach Davis: Omega with the kickout!

McMorris looking a bit displeased with the two count as he gets to his feet, pulling Omega up with him. McMorris calling for the World Tour '69 but Omega blocks it. Omega with the back body drop, depositing McMorris right in front of the announcers.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Omega grabs a folding chair from beside the announce table and lays it on top of McMorris. Omega with a standing moonsault onto the chair and announce table buckles under their weight.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Omega holding onto his ribs as he goes for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

NO!

Freddy Whoa: McMorris with the kick out!

Omega pulls himself up to his feet using the still standing Japanese announce table as McMorris is still laid out in the rubble. Omega stomps down on the chair still on his chest before kicking it aside and pulling McMorris to his feet. Omega leads McMorris to the apron and shoves him in under the bottom rope as the announcers move over to the table.

Zach Davis: Rather nice of them to leave one of the tables standing for us.

Gravedigger: Those dicks still owe me a coffee!

Omega slides into the ring and goes for another pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

NO!

Omega up to his feet, grabbing a steel chair as he rises. Omega raises the chair and swings it down but McMorris rolls out of the way. Omega goes to swing again but McMorris grabs a chair and whips it at Omega, striking him in the chest. McMorris now grabbing a kendo stick and he swings it at the legs of Omega. McMorris with multiple strikes to the legs until Omega drops to his knees. McMorris tosses the stick away and grabs a chair before placing it under the chin of Omega. McMorris with the modified DDT and Omega takes the edge of the chair to the throat.

Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: Language Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: TO HELL WITH LANGUAGE! DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?!

Omega rolling on the mat holding his throat as McMorris throws the chair to the side and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

NO!

Gravedigger: KICKOUT BY OMEGA!

Zach Davis: How in the hell did he pull that off?

McMorris is both enraged and confused as he sits up and looks to the referee. Omega rolls to the side, still clutching his throat as the referee shows McMorris two fingers.

Crowd: W-C-F! W-C-F! W-C-F!

Omega stumbles up and McMorris runs at him. Omega drops him with a Superkick!

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

Gravedigger: Wrong guy, but indeed!

Omega turns to the crowd and motions for someone to throw him a crowd. Luckily for him they're millenials and not 90s wrestling smarks, only one dude throws him a chair. Omega picks the chair up McMorris works his way to his feet.... Omega swings for the fences.

Zach Davis: RIGHT TO THE SKULL OF ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!

Omega throws the chair to the ground. McMorris, the tough son of a bitch he is, works his way up. But Omega has a clear mind. He grabs him.

Freddy Whoa: SKULLFUCKER!

Gravedigger: JAY OMEGA HITS THE SKULLFUCKER ONTO THE CHAIR!

Omega drops down and pins McMorris.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: JAY OMEGA WINS IT!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: JAY OMEGA WINS HIS RETURN MATCH!

Omega stumbles up, shaking out the remaining cobwebs before raising his arm in the air.

Gravedigger: Pantheon is on the map with a huge victory here tonight in a hellacious hardcore contest... wow.

Omega drops down and leaves the ring.

Night Rider Segment

The lights in the arena dim as a loud siren begins to wail. Flames shoot up across the entrance ramp as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo tron. Angel Fyre steps through the flames and raises her arms as pyrotechnics explode along the ramp. Night Rider and Diablo step out from behind the curtain followed closely by Oblivion. The four of them head down towards the ring. Angel Fyre grabs a microphone from ringside before holding the ropes so the others may enter. She enters the ring herself and turns towards the crowd.

Angel Fyre: You over at the announcers table need to shut the fuck up because Night Rider has something to say and you better listen.

She hands the microphone to Night Rider as the crowd boos loudly.

Night Rider: If you all insist on making so much noise your going to miss some pretty good shit. You see, It's time that the Angels of Death make a comeback. That's right. You heard me correctly. The AoD is back bitches! Allow me to introduce a few of the members. Chief Bad Ass and Head of Security is none other than the monster Oblivion! Next, the psycho with an attitude. My brother, Diablo! Next, the beast who just doesn't give a shit. Vengeance! Of course, our manager the lady of mischief, Angel Fyre. This is just the beginning...

Suddenly "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil begins playing on the jumbo tron, the fans rise to their feet, a mix of cheers and boo's ring out across the arena.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD, that music, do you know who that is Gravedigger?

Gravedigger smiles, playing cool in his reply

Gravedigger: Of course I do Zach, don't be silly, I know better than most.

The Angels of death, along with the crowd, wait in anticipation for Terry to walk out from the curtains to make his way to the ring. Then something dawns on Oblivion, who starts looking out to the crowd, he quickly says something to them, pointing out towards the fans, the rest of the group nod, then start scanning the crowd themselves, they spot Terry just moments before he hops over the rails, to the delight of fans new and old, Terry quickly makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle, lifting up Sherri, stockhead first.

Gravedigger: Man, this never gets old.

With a flick of a switch, and a mighty exhale, Terry blows a massive flaming fireball that seems to reach out to grab the arena roof and set it ablaze.

Zach Davis: Oh man, that guy does know how to make an entrance.

Gravedigger: The guys also has history with just about everyone in the Angels of Death, it's going to be interesting to see how this turns out.

Terry walks over to the announce table, locking eyes with Gravedigger, the fans go nuts as the two just stare at each other for what seems eternity before Terry uses sign language to say something to Gravedigger, who just nods and smiles in return.

Zach Davis: What was that? What was that Gravedigger?

Gravedigger just smiles, giving no response to the question as Terry picks up a mic from the announce table. He walks up to the ring apron, climbing to the second and top turnbuckles, soaking in the reaction of the fans in the arena

Synn: I'M BBAACCCKKK!!!

The crowd roars, but is cut off by Night Rider

Night Rider: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! NAW NAW NAW, not like that, you just don't cut me off Terry.

Synn hops off the turnbuckles, quickly advancing on Night Rider, Diablo, Vengeance and Oblivion quickly step up forming a wall between the two former friends. An evil grin flashes across Synn's face. He looks at Oblivion first, getting face to face staring deep in IT'S eyes

Synn: Remember, Nathan Von Leibert and I were your workhorses in your Saints of the dark church. YOU, monster from the pits of hell are truly a GOD!

Oblivion growls, he goes to reply, but Synn cuts him off by moving over to Vengeance, locking eyes with yet another former friend, he grins even more

Synn: You and I formed Rebellion, we spent countless hours scouting the talent, and deciding who would best fit our cause, you are a monster, no doubt Vengeance.

Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing, trying to start a fight with this group? did he forget how to count?

Gravedigger: Remember Zach, you are talking about a man who waged a lone wolfs war against the Pantheon, Synn isn't stupid, he just doesn't care.

Synn moves over to Diablo, staring him in the eyes as well, the grin turns into an evil smile.

Synn: You, Diablo. Did you know Logan, Seth AND Gravedigger all three picked me to be the last member of the Darkside of Treachery? Here is a bit of WCF trivia for you as well, I was tapped to be a founding member of Genesis.

Zach Davis: WHAT?

Gravedigger: It's true Zach.

Night Rider has had about enough of this, he breaks through the barrier and confronts Synn

Night Rider: Dammit Terry

Synn quickly puts a finger on Night Riders lips, shushing him. Night Rider jerks away, staring at Synn coldly

Synn: Name's Synn, in case you forgot, old friend,

Night Rider shakes his head, time for fun and games were over.

Night Rider: Screw all this shenanigans SYNN, so what's your answer, are you in?

The rest of the group surround Synn, who seems oblivious at the moment

Zach Davis: Oh man, this doesn't look good Gravedigger, we might see the Angels of Deaths first beat down.

Gravedigger sits in silence, intensely watching the scenario unfold.

Synn: We've talked long and thought hard about the offer, Night Rider

Night Rider turns his head slighty, giving a funny look to the reply

Night Rider: We?

Terry reaches underneath his trench coat, and quickly pulls out a guitar swinging it around before bringing to rest close to his chest

Synn: Sherri and I, and we've decided to let you know, very soon, we promise.

With an evil Laugh, synn drops to his stomach, quickly crawling out of the ring, and disappearing into the crowd of fans as they whoop and holler with excitement.

Zach Davis: What news folks, it appears Synn IS back, and he might be joining the Angels of Death.

Gravedigger: Then again Zach, IF Synn is TRULY back, you never know what he will do.

Internet Title Match
Kyle Kemp vs K.L. Henson vs Jack Coston vs Alex Richards

The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Comin' Up" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 210 pounds. KYYYYYYLE KEEEEEEEMP!

He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.

“Reinventing Axl Rose” by Against Me plays over the sound system and Jack Coston bursts forth onto the entrance ramp with his arms in the air, his manager Frank Manor follows behind a good distance.

Kyle Steel: The next competitor hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 195 pounds! JACK COOOOSTOOOON!

Jack quickly moves down the ramp, high fiving the fans, moving with the energy song before darting over to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. His manager walks along the ring over to Jack's corner. Jumping to his feet, Jack runs over to the far corner and leaps onto a far turnbuckle, motioning to the crown by beating his chest and raising his fists once more. He jumps down and moves into his corner where Frank is standing on the apron, speaking words of encouragement into Jack's ear.

“Children of God” by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays as Henson walks out in jeans and a t-shirt with a mic in hand.

K. L. Henson: Stop the music guys, I got something to say.

The music dies down as Henson slowly walks down to the ring.

K. L. Henson: After quite a bit of thinking, I have decided...the internet title is not where I want to put my time. It just isn’t...me. To say the least. So I have decided to pull myself out of the match and I just want to wish my opponents the best of luck against the internet monster himself, Alex Richards.

Henson reaches the ring but walks around it.

K. L. Henson: But don’t worry everyone. I am not completely disappearing.

Henson reaches the other side of the ring and places his hand on the commentator’s table.

K. L. Henson: I will be right here on commentary calling this match with our...generally competent commentary team!

The fans boo as Henson forces the men of the table to move over to make room for him. The two wrestlers in the ring watch him, bewildered by Henson/

Gravedigger: Oh boy, gonna have this psycho at the table with us.

Zach Davis: Ummm...welcome Henson. Happy to have you joining us.

K. L. Henson: Oh, don’t lie Davis. I know you don’t want me here. I’m not here for your benefit anyways. Why can’t you be honest like Gravedigger. He’ll admit he doesn’t like me.

Gravedigger: You’re a psycho…

K. L. Henson: There we go...Can’t wait for Alex to come out!

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 the Internet Championship over his left shoulder.

Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!

Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.

K. L. Henson: Let’s go champ! You got them!

The bell rings…

DING DING DING!

All the opponents stare back and forth at one another. Then Kyle and Jack look at each other. Jack gestures towards Alex and Kyle Nods…

Zach Davis: Each Opponent meas...

K. L. Henson: Conspiracy! Can you see it?! They are planning against the champ! How dare they!

Jack and Kyle charge the champion, both kicking him in the gut. He bends over and without a moment to lose, the contenders hit him with a quick DDT!

Zach Davis: Appears as if the two are deciding the best strategy is to have them both go after the champ!

K. L. Henson: DecidING implies present tense! They had this planned the whole time! They were probably planning this since the match was announced!

Gravedigger: Well, that brings up a good point. Did you plan to exit the match since the beginning of the week? Why are you even still out here?

K. L. Henson: Shut up, Gravedigger! I don’t like you anymore!

Freddy Whoa: Kyle working for the follow up…

Kyle hits a double stomp onto Alex’s gut which is followed by a rolling senton by Coston. Kyle comes in again right after with an elbow drop and once again Jack follows, this time with a rolling knee.

K. L. Henson: Cowards! Fight like men!

Zach Davis: Fight like men? Where are you in this fight?

‘K. L. Henson: I am not fighting like a coward! I am delivering pertinent information to the people!

Gravedigger: Oh shut up already. You talk more than I do and that’s my job!

Freddy Whoa: Ah-hem! Looks like Jack is furthering their strategy.

Jack climbs the turnbuckle and tells Kyle to hop up the second turnbuckle which he does and then tells him to throw him off. Kyle grabs him and tosses him over into a splash right onto Alex. Jack goes for the pin but before the ref could get down for the one count, Kyle hurries over and boots Jack in the head.

Zach Davis: Looks like Kyle didn’t like the fact Jack was going for the pin.

Gravedigger: That is the problem with a…

K. L. Henson: That is the problem with a strategy like that. One of them has to win and one of them has to lose. C’mon champ! Get them while they are at odds!

Jack gets to his feet while grasping the side of his head that was kicked. After exchanging a few words, Jack pushes Kyle. Kyle pushes back, sending Jack into the ropes but then he rebounds with an elbow to Kyle’s face. Kyle retorts with an elbow of his own but Jack responds with an uppercut. Kyle quickly follows with a hook to the face but then Jack hits him with a leaping enziguri, knocking Kyle down to his knees. Jack hurries to his feet and smacks Kyle with a dropkick.

Jack gets up to his feet once again and goes to pick up Kyle but before he can get his hands on him, Alex appears behind Jack and wrenches him back by the hair. He grabs Jack around the waist and throws him with a German suplex.

K. L. Henson: That’s it champ!

Zach Davis: The two contenders got too heated and it cost them their advantage by giving Alex the time he needs to get back to his feet.

Alex walks over to Kyle as he works his way to his feet and pulls him up the rest of the way and lifts him up into a powerbomb and with a violent force, slams Kyle down. He then turns back around to Jack who has gotten to his feet and makes a leap for the champ with a crossbody but Alex catches him and hits Jack with a fallaway slam.

Freddy Whoa: Alex is dismantling both opponents one by one.

Gravedigger: That is why he’s…

K. L. Henson: That is why he’s champion! You don’t stay champion by pussyfooting around!

Gravedigger: I’m about to kick your ass!

K. L. Henson: Calm down, Digger! Just trying to help…

Zach Davis: This is a mess. Anyways! Alex getting to dominating this match.

Kyle Kemp charges the champ but Alex immediately scoops him up with a bear hug, holding Kyle up into the air. Kyle attempts to shove his elbow down into Alex’s shoulder blade as Alex walks around and shakes Kyle back and forth

Zach Davis: Alex has Kyle in the brutal bear hug, working down the most familiar of his competitors.

Kyle changes strategy and tries swinging his forearms into Alex’s head but before he can make any efficient damage, Alex slams him down with a spinebuster. Alex roars when he gets to his feet again. But while he is busy taunting, Jack comes in and hits Alex with a chop block sending him down to one knee. Jack hurries back up and hits Alex with a chin breaker. Alex stumbles around a little and Jack goes for a flying knee which sends Alex into the rope. On Alex’s rebound, Jack goes for a dropkick but Alex grabs his legs and lets him fall to the canvas. Alex starts to swing Jack around in a one arm giant swing. Kyle gets up and eyes the big swing. He times himself and jumps up and lands on Jack with a double stomp. But as soon as the swing ended, Alex tackles Kyle to the ground and starts smacking him with mounted punches.

Zach Davis: The champ not wasting a moment.

Freddy Whoa: He learned early that he can’t give them a second.

Gravedigger: …

K. L. Henson: What’s wrong, Digger?

Gravedigger: ...Nothing...I just don’t know if I am going to get interrupted again.

K. L. Henson: Don’t be like that buddy! Just trying to help!

Freddy Whoa: Alex seems to be the only one standing at this point.

Alex picks Kyle up and puts him up into a torture rack. Alex struts around with bounces in his step. Kyle is in agony as he tries to shake out of the hold but Alex reinforces his grip. But when Alex turns around again, Jack comes in with a boot to the gut, causing Alex to drop him. Both Kyle and Jack look at each other and grab Alex from behind the neck.

K. L. Henson: Look! There’s that look of conspiracy again!

Kyle and Jack throw Alex through the ropes. They then returned to beating the shit out of each other as the ref focuses on counting out Alex.

Freddy Whoa: That wasn’t smart on their behalf. If he is counted out he will retain.

Gravedigger: They wanted a match with Alex, do you think they are smart in the first place?

Zach Davis: Henson, where are you going?!

Henson gets out of his seat and rushes into the ring and uppercuts one person then the other as the ref is distracted with counting out Alex. Henson then rolls out of the ring and runs to Alex. Yelling with encouragement. “Get in there! They are both out! Retain! You can do it!” Alex gets to his feet at the count of 7 and rolls into the ring. He stands and picks up Kyle and BAM! hits him with the Zim-Quila Hangover and follows up with a Crippler Crossface.

While holding the submission, Jack works his way over to break it up but Henson hurries over and pulls him out of the ring and uppercuts him while the ref is focused on the submission…

Zach Davis: Talk about conspiracy! What is going on?!

Gravedigger: What a snake in the grass!

Freddy Whoa: Is Kyle going to tap?!

Kyle tries to reach out for the rope but is just out of reach. A moment passes as Kyle hesitates but Alex wrenches back...Kyle Kemp taps out!!!

Freddy Whoa: ALEX RICHARDS RETAINS THE INTERNET TITLE!!!

Kyle Steel: Your Winner by submission! ALEX RICHAAAARDS!

Henson runs over to the title, grabs it and runs into the ring. Alex stands to his feet and looks at Henson. Henson smiles as he holds the title out and Richards shakes his head then tries to calmly reach for the title. Henson teases throwing it into the crowd with a couple of jerks but Alex rips it out of his grip and grabs him by the hair. Henson can be seen mouthing “Remember the plan! Remember the plan!”

Gravedigger: The Plan? What is Henson talking about?

Zach Davis: Who knows, but I have a feeling we will find out soon enough...

People's Title Match
Vulgar vs Spencer Adams vs Scarecrow

Crow is backstage, he's standing next to the gorilla curtain, the People's championship slung over his shoulder. The gold catching the light off banks of electrical systems.

Hank Brown: Crow..a few words before you go out tonight and defend your People's Championship?

Scarecrow: Tonight, Hank. I walk into a lions den. The DRG can “claim”, to be this benevolent society. They can “claim” to be pious and decent. But there's an underbelly to their operations that stinks. Freakshow last week on Slam cost me my match again his “client” Mikey eXtreme. And what was the response from the DRG? Nothing. Because wining is all that matters to these people. Winning...at any cost. Imperium has never been duplicitous about it's intentions. We in Pantheon have never been duplicitous about our intentions. What separates us from the DRG, is that we are honest in our ambition. Think about it; does any one of us know exactly where we stand with the DRG? They're a law unto themselves. And that can mean only one thing.

Hank Brown: What?

Scarecrow stares into the camera. Thinks about answering...says nothing.

Stanley Moser: The following contest is for THEEEE W-C-F PEOPLES CHAMPIONSHIP!

Crowd screams their approval as --

Out on the main stage:

The house lights die. Cawing crows echo throughout the arena, deep blue and purple spotlights dance across the screaming faces of loyal fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. There's a moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:

“A Murder of Crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”

“And in those fateful hours, when my dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard you, from the prince of lies"

“Men of straw, they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet I am the one, who embraces the sun. Let darkness know my name.”

The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!

A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kicks in. As the melancholic chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; Kick! Wham! Stunner!...The unworthy fall victim before The Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories. A moment later, The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by red smoke and light.

Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "The Scarecrow", are emblazoned across the back in dark grey.

Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds! From The Lost Highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!

The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle.

“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”

The Scarecrow saunters over the top rope and enters the ring. Crow removes his hoodie and throws it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post now and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.

Zach Davis: This is it! The People's championship is on the line! Crow has a mesmerising stage presence. Wouldn't you agree, Gravedigger?

Gravedigger: Yeah, if you're a bird brained dolt who quotes dumb azz poetry, and locks certifiable legends in closets!

Zach Davis: Oh yeah..that.

Gravedigger: Yeah...THAT.

Darkness floods into the arena like air rushing into a vacuum. For several moments the crowd is left vulnerable; skittish women cling to their purses, lest some opportunistic monster comes to tear them away. Before anybody can be truly afraid, however, a blinding, ethereal light bursts from the entranceway and unnerving music begins to fill the air. The crowd sees a figure emerge onto the walkway, silhouetted against the glaring fluorescence. As he creeps his way along to the ring, several fans in the front row are able to make out his features and recoil in disgust.

Zach Davis: This will be Vulgar's third round with the Scarecrow. Can he usurp the Murder machine for the title?

Gravedigger: This whack job can take on a cocktail of drugs AND Celeste. This guy's triple tough!

Vulgar squares up to Crow, there's an intense stare-down. Moser takes the championship and holds it aloft as:

Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage. "The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion and swipes them downward away from his body. He then charges down to the ring, vaulting quickly in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles.

This breaks the stare down between Crow and Vulgar as they turn their attention to Spencer. Spencer nods and extends his hand in a moment of sportsmanship.

Gravedigger: What a dunce!

Crow leans forward and slaps Spencer's hand, as he does so Vulgar attacks Crow with a clothesline across the back of Crow's head...and thus match...IS ON!

Right hands by Crow as he hits Vulgar with a bionic elbow, follows that up with a quick Murder of Crows attempt! Vulgar kicks out and spins, tuning into a Hurricanrana, countered by Vulgar who goes for a powerbomb, but at the moves apex, Crow leaps and hits an Enziguri! Spencer stumbles backwards as Crow goes for a release German Suplex on Vulgar who slips out and hits a neckbreaker!

Quick cover, broken by Spence who hits a standing star press! Vulgar recoils, allowing Crow to get to his feet, Spencer and Crow trade punches, Irish whip by Crow who clocks Spencer with a calf kick, turns, and is struck by a T-Bone suplex, follows that up with a leg drop and a rolling front chancery!

Quick cover by Vulgar

one...

two...

KICKOUT!

Crow KIPS UP!

Zach Davis: Impressive agility by Crow!

Spencer however has climbed the turn buckle, QUARANTINE OFF THE TOP ROPE!

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Two...

COVER BROKEN by CROW!

Spencer and Crow trade punches, Clothesline by Spencer as Crow staggers backwards, Spencer thunders forward but is stopped in his tracks by Vulgar who hits a Half nelson sleeper! Vulgar goes to follow that up with a Double Leg slam but is hit with Crow's Blue Thunder Powerbomb! Crow with the cover!

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KICKOUT!

Spencer on the rope, stalking, getting ready to hit his flying knee plancha, Crow runs forward, Release German on Spencer! Who lands on his feet! Turns and is struck with Vulgar's Savate Kick!

One...

Two...

BREAKDOWN by Crow! The murder machine hits the top rope Randy Savage elbow drop!

Crow: Thank you, Randy! Thank you, Randy! Thank you, Randy! Thank you, Randy!

Three way slugfest now as...

We see FREAKSHOW moving amongst the crowd!

Zach Davis: Here comes trouble!

Crow ducks a clothesline, Spencer with a double dropkick to both Crow and Vulgar! Goes for a cover on Vulgar!

One...

Kickout: with authority! Vulgar with a NERVE HOLD! Spencer has no place to go!

Gravedigger: He's gonna tap!

Move broken by Crow, who goes to apply a sharpshooter on Vulgar!

Crowd: Someone screwed Bret! Someone screwed Bret! Someone screwed Bret!

Vulgar is teetering on the edge, but...

Spencer breaks up the hold with a running neckbreaker on Crow! Another quick cover on Vulgar!

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KICKOUT!

Irish whip on Crow, Spencer goes to hit the running senton flip on the rebound but is CAUGHT IN MID AIR! Powerbomb attempt by Crow on Spencer, broken up by a running Vulgar who goes to lock in the “Immediate death” on Crow, Crow fights out of the hold, gagging as he turns into a Tornado DDT by Spencer! Spencer goes to cover but is hit with a Piledriver by Vulgar!

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KICKOUT by Spencer!

Vulgar staggers to his feet, turns...

MURDER OF CROWS!

Crow with the cover

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THREE!

Zach Davis: Crow retains! Crow Retains!

Freakshow and Crow exchange piercing glances as the title is handed back to the Murder Machine!

Zach Davis: Five months and counting for the murder machine, this is shaping up to be one hell of a title reign!

Gravedigger: If he holds on? Then it's Ultimate Showdown. That's the real Test!

Howard Black Segment

Howard Black is preparing backstage before his long awaited match with Thomas Bates, he is in the middle of a stretching routine…

Zach Davis: Wait what the hell?!

…only to be immediately blindsided from behind by a man wearing a wolf mask on his face. The man knocks Howard to the ground and repeatedly stomps away at Howard, again and again targeting his abdomen, the man produces a metal pipe concealed in his jacket. He blasts Howard once, twice, three times sending the challenger to the ground coughing and sputtering in pain. The man in the wolf mask seems to chuckle to himself before stomping some more at Howard.

Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, this is uncalled for, did Bates really stoop this low?

Gravedigger: It's smart tactics my man.

Wolf mask, happy with his work replaces the pipe inside his jacket and steps over a prone Howard Black and disappears down the hall.

Television Title Match
Howard Black vs Thomas Uriel Bates

Zach Davis: Welcome back, viewers. One of the more anticipated matches of the night is about to get underway: the Television Title Championship Match.

The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system, and the crowd goes wild. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is the Television Championship match! Making his way to the ring, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in at 430 pounds… the WCF Television Champion: Thomas Uriel Bates!

Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage, belt strapped around his waist, and begins walking towards the ring with a focused look. The titantron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd.

Zach Davis: It’s been nothing but ugliness from these two men lately. Both have been absolutely vicious against one another in their promos and over Twitter. It’s clear that they both want to hurt one another badly.

Freddy Whoa: And it’s a shame because these men once seemed to be starting a friendship and relationship of respect when the WCF traveled to Mexico. It has completely degenerated to the point you could never tell.

Gravedigger: That’s what gold will do. From the moment that Howard won this shot and Bates won that belt, these men were destined to be enemies.

As Bates arrives to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. The music slowly dies, Bates stalks the ring, his attention turned to the ramp. The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of an oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as the words emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.

Zach Davis: “It’s such a long way down.” Perhaps tonight more than ever those words have special significance.

Freddy Davis: Howard Black is a foot shorter than Bates and half his weight. But if there’s anything we’ve seen from the Fake Honey Badger, it’s that he should not be underestimated despite his size.

Zach Davis: And tonight if the birthday of Howard’s son, Joey Black, who is at ringside tonight. A lot is on the line for Howard; much more than a title.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Lincoln, Nebraska, weighing in at 215 pounds… “the False Prophet” Howard Black!

He makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, ignoring the fans as he advances.

Zach Davis: “The WCF’s Gollum.” That’s what Bates has referred to Black as for the last month.

Gravedigger: And if I were Black? I’d want to fuck him up for that. Not that Howard has been any more polite, but Bates has been nothing but insulting and disrespectful. There is no courtesy between these two. No one is going to win, and someone is going to get hurt.

Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He stalks the ring in a calculated manner, eyeing Bates with a sneer of contempt and hatred. He retreats to his corner, takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match. As the music dies, Bates stretches his arms and lets out a tremendous roar, the crowd joining in to echo it. Black seems unimpressed, still glaring. He stretches his own arms mockingly, letting out a roar of his own, echoed by the audience.

Freddy Whoa: The crowd is completely split down the middle! Both support these two men!

As the bell rings, Howard and Bates slowly circle one another, their glares intense and brimming with dislike. They approached slowly and locked up. Howard turned, dropping to his knees to attempt an arm take down, but Bates is having none of it. Through sheer strength, Bates wrenches the clutched arm up, dragging Howard to his feet, moving fluidly into a massive clothesline to knock Howard to the ground.

Freddy Whoa: And that’s the sheer strength of Thomas Bates on display, lifting the 215 pound Howard Black like it’s nothing and completely stopping that throw by planting his feet.

Gravedigger: It’s this strength that gives Bates the advantage. His strong, he’s fast, and he’s durable. If Black wants to even put a dent in him, he’ll have to play this smart.

Black clambered to his feet quickly, a hook flying at Bates. A raise of the mountain’s arm stops the strike, and he return a fist of his own to Howard’s face. As Howard stumbles back, Bates keeps pressure with strikes, forcing Howard back into the corner. Howard drops and throws an elbow into Bates’s gut, knocking the gigantic man back and giving him enough breathing room to hop onto the second rope and dive forward with a shoulder block. Bates stumble back further, and Howard ran to the ropes, bouncing off to charge Bates. As he comes running, Bates lifts him up to deliver a vicious spinebuster.

Zach Davis: Vicious! Howard cannot get any sort of momentum going!

Howard bounced off the mat and rolled under the ropes, getting his feet under him outside. Bates pursues, and as soon as he hits the floor, Howard slides back into the ring. The False Prophet looked down at Bates, his eyes focused and determined as the massive man began to pull himself back up. Upon climbing the apron, Bates immediately took a shoulder to the stomach. Still, he held onto the ropes, not falling back. A second shoulder to the stomach finds him wavering, and Howard runs forward to throw a spear into Bates’s chest, leaning the man back and stretching the ropes. Bates does not let go, and despite the weight against his chest, he pulls himself back upright with Howard’s arm and shoulder wrapped around his waist.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bates throws a knee upward, hitting Howard in the face, and Black slowly stumbles back from the ropes. Free to return to the ring, Bates climbs through the ropes and advances on the reeling form of Howard Black, nailing him with a bell clap to further stagger him. As his opponent stumbles more, Bates lifted Howard vertically, holding him in place as he gave a mighty roar.

Gravedigger: That did not look good.

Bates falls back to deliver a powerful suplex. He immediately rolls over onto Howard for a pin.

Ref: 1!

Howard kicks out at a solid one. Bates rises up, grabbing Black by the back of his head to lift him to his feet. He lifts Howard horizontally, dropping down to one knee and delivering a nasty backbreaker. Thomas does not let go, rising and dropping to deliver a second devastating back breaker. Rising a third time, he spins and flings Howard across the ring, watching as his opponent rolls out of the ring and holds his back in agony on the outside. Bates climbs through the ropes and stalks towards the fallen form of Black as the ref begins the count out.

1!

He lifts Howard up, but Howard nails a shot to Bates’s stomach, pausing the Memphis Mountain.

2!

Howard snaps fully up nailing a European Uppercut to stagger Bates further, then whips him into the barricade.

3!

Bates hits back first, and Howard charges and leaps to deliver a splash, slamming Bates’s back even harder against the barricade.

4!

Gravedigger: This is that smarter wrestling I was talking about. Black’s got to capitalize on the little mistakes of Bates. Chip away at him.

Howard rolls in the ring, running a hand through his hair as the ref continues the count-out.

5!

Howard falls back on the ropes opposite Bates who has begun to stir. Bates slides slowly into the ring, and Howard pushes himself off the ropes, running at Bates full speed and delivering a baseball slide to the face. Bates goes limp, and Howard leaps onto him, gripping him around the wrist and applying a keylock.

Freddy Whoa: Oh come on!

Zach Davis: That’s not fair!

Gravedigger: It’s not about fair; Black needs to do anything he can. It may be opportunistic, but it’s not cheating. He can’t give Bates any breathing room or he’s gonna lose this match.

Bates does not yell or scream in pain, instead gritting his teeth and snapping to consciousness as pain rushes through him. His fist balled up, he forces his arm forward against Howard’s hold, forcing the Lost Boy back as he overwhelms him with superior strength. Before he can entirely force his way out of the hold, Howard releases it and pushes himself up, driving a boot down on Bates’s right shoulder. He goes for a second stomp, but Bates grabs his foot, lurching sideways to bring Howard to the mat. Still clutching the foot, Bates wraps up Howard’s other leg to apply a Texas Cloverleaf. He wrenches back hard, and Black yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Tables turned! Bates with Black in a submission hold!

Ref: Will you tap?

Black shakes his head, baring teeth and tensing his legs as he tries to resist. He throws an elbow into sensitive nerve between the calf and thigh, causing Bates’s leg to instinctively buckle. As the large man teetered to the side, Black slides his legs out of the grasp of Bates, rolling onto his back and sitting up to lock a chickenwing armbar on the previously targeted right shoulder.

Bates forces his arm back, though it takes noticeably more effort. Still, he powers his way from the hold and throws a back left elbow into Howard’s face. As the hold is released, Bates pushes himself up, facing Black as he stands up. Bates swings a mighty hook at Black, but this time Black is able to block. He nails Bates with a right to the face, advancing on the shaken opponent with a nasty knife edged chop. He flows it with a second and third chop, finally kicking around to stomp behind the joint of Bates’s knee and buckle it again. As Bates fell to a knee, Howard staggers back and shoot forward to launch himself up with a Shining Wizard, delivering a sickening knee to the face. Bates crumples.

Howard leaps onto him for the pin, hooking a leg.

Ref: 1!

2!

As Bates kicks, Howard sits upright running a hand through his hair in frustration. He rolls over, grabbing the right ankle of Bates to apply an ankle lock, wrapping his legs around the targeted leg in a scissor as he twisted. Pushing himself on his massive forearms, Bates drags himself forward, pulling Howard with him. He grips the rope and the ref calls for the break.

Ref: 1!

2!

Howard releases the hold, laying on his back briefly before pushing himself up. Using the ropes, Thomas Bates pulls himself up, favoring the aching ankle. Seeing Bates winded, Howard approaches and wraps his arms around Bates’s waist. He bends back for a German Suplex, but TUB keeps a firm hold on the ropes. Instead, Bates pushes himself onto the first rope and springboards to fall back, landing squarely on top of Black.

Gravedigger: That had to hurt!

Zach Davis: 430 pounds straight down on Howard Black! The sheer mass of muscle that is Thomas Uriel Bates!

Bates rolls off of him, and the two men lay motionless on the ground. Slowly, Bates and Black begin to stir, dragging themselves to opposing corners. Black gets to his feet first and charges Bates, but Bates throws a back elbow, knocking Howard away. As Howard stumbles, Bates runs at him, but Howard catches him with an arm drag! Bates rolls through and Howard catches him with a second. As Howard readies himself for a third, Bates lifts his le to deliver a huge big boot! Howard moves in the nick of time, and the momentum of the kick sends Bates topping forward. As he rolls through, Black sees an opportunity and lands a thunderous Seventh Seal on Bates!

Freddy Whoa: Seventh Seal! Howard Black with his finisher on Bates!

Howard hooks the leg for the cover!

Ref: 1!

2!

Bates kicks out on a solid two!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Crowd: DRG! DRG! DRG!

Howard sits up again, putting his hands in his face, more than a little frustrated at his inability to put Bates down. He snaps an armbar on the injured right arm of Bates, wrenching it hard. Bates grimaces, giving a muffled cry in resistance, pushing up one shoulder and attempting to roll his body out from under Howard. Howard holds the armbar, trying to stretch the arm of Bates back, but Bates is slowly able to force himself to his feet, dragging Howard with him. He strains to pull the man up with one arm, falling forward to deliver a brutal power bomb. Bates hooks the leg for the pin.

Ref: 1!

2!

Howard kicks just before the three count! Both men lay on the ground, aching and hurting. Bates is the first to push himself to his feet, though Howard follows slowly behind. Bates comes at Howard with a knee to the gut, but Howard quickly responds with a European Uppercut. A knee to the gut of his own double Bates over, and Howard locks in a double underhook then nails the Tree of No Cares! Rolling through and keeping an arm captured, Howard applies the Kimura Lock!

Zach Davis: Kimura Lock! Howard has it locked in! Is this it?!

Bates screams out in pain, one hand outstretched towards the ropes as the veins in Howard’s forehead burst with exertion. Bates rolls over, pushing Howard underneath him, but Black does not waver on the hold. Slowly, Bates’s massive arm begins to tremble as he slowly forces Howard’s arms back and freeing his arm from the lock.

Freddy Whoa: Oh my god! Bates powering his way out of the Kimura!

As he struggles to break free, Bates nails Howard with a vicious headbutt. Howard goes limp, and Bates pushes himself up, clasping his shoulder. With his left hand, he pulls Howard up and lifts him into a gorilla press.

Gravedigger: This ain’t good.

Freddy Whoa: Even with that targeted shoulder, Bates showing off that titanic strength and unsurpassed durability. Truly dominant to behold.

His arms tremble with pain and exhaustion as he bench presses Howard once above his head. Twice. With the third press, he moves much slower, giving a loud yell to aid the final thrust. As he holds Howard above his head, he drops the man across his knee to deliver a massive Memphis Giant Slam! Bates immediately rolls over into a pin!

Ref: 1!

2!

THR-

And Howard kicks at the last second. Bates pull Howard up once more, dragging him to the corner. He locks a full nelson and hops up onto the top ropes, holding Howard above him.

Zach Davis: And there he goes for the Badge!

Before he can throw Howard into the badge, Black pushes his feet off the top ropes and curls forward, somersaulting and bringing Bates with him! He lands hard onto of Bates with a sickening thud and both men go limp.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: My god! Howard just reversed the Badge! And both men are down!

Freddy Whoa: Can either rise on time? Does either man have anything left?

The ref begins the count!

1!

2!

3!

4!

Both men begin to stir.

5!

6!

7!

Bates pushes himself up first with Black struggling to get fully up. Bates limps over to Howard, gripping him by the neck and whipping him viciously at the ropes. His foot cocks up for the Bates’ Boot, but Black sees it coming and delivers a nasty dropkick under the boot and into Bates’s knee! Bates crumbles, and Black wastes no time rolling over to apply the Kimura Lock!

Freddy Whoa: And there’s the Kimura Lock! Black has Bates in the Kimura!

Gravedigger: Black has been unsuccessful in keeping this hold all night. But Bates is winded. This could be it.

Bates lets out a roar, clawing to drag himself toward a rope. With the lock firmly applied on the now weakened arm and shoulder of Bates, Black throws a hard knee into the stomach of Bates, letting a roar of his own as he tightens the lock with all of his remaining strength. Bates raises a fist, his free arm trembling and shaking as his face goes red. Finally, he can take no more and taps out.

Freddy Whoa: HE DID IT! HOWARD BLACK JUST MADE THOMAS BATES TAP OUT! HOWARD IS THE FIRST PERSON TO MAKE BATES TAP!

The bell rings and Black forces himself up, his legs shaking beneath him. Before the ref can give him the belt, he slides out of the ring to the ringside seat of his son, Joey Black. He hoists the little boy over the barricade and walks with him to the ring, sliding in and hoisting the boy with one arm. With the other hand, he raises the title in the air to a loud roar by the crowd.

He lowers the title, now offering it to his son, Joey.

Howard Black: Happy Birthday, Joey. I love you.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the new WCF Television Champion! Howard! Black!

Crowd: Howard Black! Howard Black!

Joey takes the big belt and raises it above his head, his father using both arms to raise the boy onto his shoulders to another tremendous cry by the crowd. The scene fades with the camera framed on the father hoisting his son hoisting the title to the air.

United States Title Match
Danny Anderson vs Kaz Mazy vs Mikey eXtreme
No Disqualification For Kaz Mazy
Danny Anderson and Mikey eXtreme Have One Arm Tied Behind Their Back
Special Guest Referee: Occulo

Zach Davis: what a huge night it's been so far here at Blast coming to you live from the IZOD Center!

Freddy Whoa: A lot of big implications heading forward, and we have another HUGE title match coming to next.

Zach Davis: For the last month, Kaz Mazy has been very vocal about wanting his rematch for the United States Championship that he lost to Mikey Extreme at Asesinato De Mayo.

Freddy Whoa: And Mikey Extreme has been very vocal in his belief that Kaz Mazy has tarnished this belt by even winning it, and doesn't deserve to be Americas Champion.

Zach Davis: what about the third person in this match, Danny Anderson? He's certainly a wildcard thrust into the U.S. Title picture.

Freddy Whoa: want to talk about a wildcard?! Occulo is the special guest referee in this match, and he certainly has an axe to grind with every single member in this match.

Zach Davis: you'll have to wonder just how unbiased he will be when this match gets rollin! Remember, there are a ton of stipulations in this match. Kaz Mazy CAN NOT BE DISQUALIFIED, and both members of the DRG are to have one hand bound behind them. That puts them at a huge disadvantage.

As the lights in the arena go out, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent/the stage where Mikey's opponent will be entering from.

Zach Davis: here's the U.S. Champion! First out to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: and Occulo is already tying his hand behind his back!

Zach Davis: you've got to wonder how these two have been preparing for this match all week. Did they train with one hand tied away?

Freddy Whoa: I guess we're about to find out!

"Destruction Overdrive" by Black Label Society hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Danny Anderson walks out onto the stage and adjusts his wrist tape before sprinting down the ramp as his theme song picks up.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at a lean two-hundred and twenty three pounds, he is DANNY AN-DURR-SON?!!?!?

Anderson looks out into the WCF Galaxy who greets him with a mixed reaction. Danny responds with a grin before walking up the ring steps onto the apron. He dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring he cracks his knuckles and smiles crazy style playing to the crowd one last time before preparing for the match.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! That Danny Anderson is probably one of the craziest guys I've seen in WCF!!!

Zach Davis: are you forgetting Switchfever?! Oblivion!? Zombie McMorris?! Danny Anderson is very kosher compared to those guys!

Freddy Whoa: yeah, those guys were legit insane. I meant this guys not afraid to use his entire body as a weapon! He's put his career on the line in multiple death matches already! We'll see just how far he's willing to go for the U.S. Championship here tonight!

Zach Davis: and Occulo is tying Danny's hand now...

Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.

"FIGHT!!!"

"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and all the baddest of poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their ballsack and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!

Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, his Tag Team Championship in his hand, and Bolts Quackenbush waving that Old Glory PG Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.

Zach Davis: It's Kaz Mazy!

Freddy Whoa: The only thing that would make this entrance thicker is ya know...the titties!

As if on cue, Bolts motorboats the baddest set of titties in attendance on that instant transmission shit as Kaz starts making his way down the steps, throwing his hands in the air with each cry of his name.

Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!

Kaz leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He taunts to the crowd from the second rope and they explode in Kaz cheers once again.

Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!

Kaz hands his effects to Bolts who guards them with his life. Kaz turns and offers his hand out to Occulo.

Zach Davis: is he offering to have his hand tied too?

Freddy Whoa: what a chivalrous move! What a grand gesture from Kaz...

Occulo moves to tie Kaz's hand, but Kaz pulls it away and laughs.

Zach Davis: oh...

Freddy Whoa: never mind....

Kaz flips off Danny and Mikey and moves to his corner. Occulo takes the United States Championship and holds it up to a massive crowd pop. They're ready to see this match play out.

Zach Davis: this has been a long arduous journey for all four men involved.

Freddy Whoa: the U.S. Championship hasn't been as prestigious as it is right here, right now.

Zach Davis: and the crowd is starting to heat up!

Crowd: Mikey! Danny! Let's go Kaz! Mikey! Danny! Let's go Kaz! Mikey! Danny! Let's go Kaz!

Just before Occulo calls for the bell, "Maggie's Farm" hits the P.A. And Imperium, flanked by Buddy Roman, makes their way ringside.

Zach Davis: Kaz said they were going to be out here tonight!

Freddy Whoa: he said it was to prevent any outside interference.

Zach Davis: yeah, well we'll see!

Occulo calls for the bell and the match begins. The three competitors start circling each other no in the ring, Mikey and Danny preparing their onehanded offense as best they can. Mikey and Danny stop, look towards each other, then look at Kaz who starts to hold his hands up and mouth "guys...come on..."

Zach Davis: Mikey and Danny leap at Kaz!

Freddy Whoa: What a massive double clothesline from the two DRG guys! Kaz is on his back!

Zach Davis: they're laying the boot to Kaz Mazy right now!

Kaz rolls ringside, and Joey and ZMAC pull him out of the ring!

The crowd cheers as Mikey and Danny celebrate with each other in the ring. While Kaz regroups outside, Danny is still pandering to the crowd. He turns around...to eat a gut kick from Mikey! Danny double over and Mikey drops him with a DDT in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: No friends I this match! This ones for the U.S. Championship!

He throws an arm over Anderson and goes for the one arm pinned.

One...

Zach Davis: Danny gets the shoulder up!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz is on the apron!!!

Kaz springs off the top rope and knocks Mikey down with a drop kick! Danny starts to get to his feet, and Kaz goes for an enziguiri!...but Danny ducks! Kaz ends up facing away from Danny, and Mikey hits Kaz across the face with an elbow! He whips around and Danny catches him with an uppercut!

Zach Davis: they're just bouncing Mazy around now!

Freddy Whoa: what great teamwork fromDanny and Mikey!

Zach Davis: but this isn't a tag team match!

Joey and Z jump on the apron, and Occulo moves to persuade them to stay out of the match.

Zach Davis: Occulo is doing his duty as referee!

Freddy Whoa: but there's no DQ for Kaz!!!

Buddy slides a pair of brass knuckles to Kaz, who grabs them just as Danny is moving to take out Kaz!...but Kaz pops Danny in the kneecap with the business end of his brass knuckles! Danny falls to the ground holding his knee and Kaz jumps to his feet. Mikey approaches Kaz and goes for another leaping clothesline, which Kaz ducks! He swings those knuckles at Mikey, but Mikey Ducks down and kicks the knuckles out of Kaz's hand. Kaz jumps in the air and drops Mikey with a double dropsault! He leaps, over MIkey and goes for the pin.

One...
Two...

Zach Davis: Mikey gets the shoulder up!

Freddy Whoa: this match continues!!!

Mikey rolls to the ringside, and Joey grabs his boot from the apron! Occulo moves to get Joey to let go, and Mikey goes to stomp on his hand, but Joey let's go at the last second! Mikey argues with Joey as Kaz sneaks up from behind with a schoolboy!

One...
Two...

Danny breaks up the pin with a boot right to Kaz's head! Danny falls down holding his knee once again.

Zach Davis: that knee is running on empty right now!

Freddy Whoa: Danny needs to be careful moving forward in this match...

Mikey gets to his feet and goes to attack Kaz, but another quick save by Imperium moves Kaz out of the ring once again!

Zach Davis: Mikey's starting to feel the frustration! I don't know if he was prepared for this!

Freddy Whoa: he's taking his frustrations out on Danny now!

Mikey drops down to an injured Danny and starts swinging away at Danny's knee, each punch landed renders Danny in pure agony. Kaz starts climbing to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off with a cross body on both men...but Mikey spots it at the last second and role out of the way. Kaz lands right on Danny's knee, making him shout in pain!

Zach Davis: somebody needs to pull him out of this match, otherwise his career will end tonight!

Kaz holds his stomach as he attempts to get to his feet! Mikey comes flying out of nowhere with an X Marks The Spot, dropping Mazy with a powerful super kick! He drops down on top of Kaz and covers him.

One...
Two...
Three...

Zach Davis: Mikey wins!

Freddy Whoa: No! Kaz got the shoulder up at the last millisecond!

Mikey starts punching the mat out of frustration! Kaz rolls over to the ropes and starts pulling himself to his feet! Mikey charges Kaz and starts beating him down against the ropes! Joey slides into the ring, but Danny pops up and knocks him down with a clothesline! Joey rolls out as ZMAC slides in. He takes Danny out at the knee and drops him with a Curb Stomp! Danny rolls away as Z heads towards Mikey, but Mikey bounces off the ropes with that X Marks The Spot! Z rolls out of the ring and Mikey rounds back again on Kaz! Occulo is doing his best to get the situation under control! Uppercut to Kaz! Another uppercut! Uppercut!...but Kaz rolls out of the way! Mikey turns around ....

Zach Davis: RKAZRO!!!

Freddy Whoa: ...but Mikey fights out!

T U R T L E POWER! T U R T L E POWER!

"Turtle Power" starts playing over the P.A. To a large pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: wait? What's this?

Freddy Whoa: that's Diablo Calzone!!!

Diablo runs out from behind the curtain...followed by Colin Marshall!!!

Zach Davis: and Colin Marshall?!?! What the hells going on?!

They run down to the ring and slide in! Mikey goes to one arm clothesline Diablo, but Diablo ducks! He eats an elbow to the face - aptly named The Marshall - and spins around to eat a Superman Punch from Diablo! Danny slides into the ring and takes out Colin with a clothesline over the top rope! He turns around just as Diablo is flying towards him...but Danny flips Calzone up and over the top rope with a hip toss!

Mikey starts to get to his feet. All three competitors are in advantageous positions.

Gravedigger: WAIT! OUTSIDE!

SCARECROW HAS HOPPED THE GUARDRAIL! He has his kendo stick in hand and he takes a wild swing at Freakshow!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Freakshow goes down but only for a second. He gets back up and BAM!, another kendo stick shot! In the ring Mikey notices this and glares angrily at Scarecrow. But only for a second - without a second thought Mikey runs at Scarecrow and dives through the ropes!

Zach Davis: SUICIDE DIVE!

SCARECROW SWINGS HIS KENDO STICK!, while sidestepping Mikey - cracking him right in the head with it!

Gravedigger: In a normal match this would be a disqualification, but this is a Triple Threat! There's nothing the ref can do!

Scarecrow hops the guardrail and runs through the crowd. Meanwhile in the ring Anderson runs at a distracted Kaz Mazy...

Gravedigger: NIGHT KNIGHT!

MAZY DUCKS IT!

Freddy Whoa: THERE IT IS!

RKAZRO!

Zach Davis: RKAZRO OUTTA NOWHERE!

Mazy drops down and pins Anderson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Gravedigger: The Godson of Professional Wrestling regains the United States Title!

Mazy's music hits and he stands up, clutching the newly won US Title close. He's also handed his Tag Team Titles. Mazy straps the US Title around his waist while holding both Tag Titles up high.

Freddy Whoa: What a night for Kaz Mazy!

Zach Davis: And you have to assume he's now a lock for Ultimate Showdown, Freddy. Tag Titles, check. Singles Title, check!

Outside the ring, Mikey eXtreme is coming to, and looks up at Mazy, slowly realizing what has happened. Mikey angrily heads up the ramp as Anderson recovers as well and Kaz continues to celebrate.

Gemini Battle Segment

“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays on PA system as an angry Gemini walks down to the ring with mic in hand, climbs the stairs and enters into the center.

Gemini Battle: STOP THE MUSIC! For a while now someone has been pulling my strings! Messing with me! Well, I'm sick and tired of this shit. Too many people have been getting assaulted, Thomas Bates, Occulo... This series of unrequited violence stops here. I want to know who is responsible for costing me a shot at the Peoples Title right here right now! If you have the balls to actually show your face and not hide behind shadows and smoke, that is. SHOW YOURSELF!

Gemini drops the mic as the fan cheer.

Zach Davis: Will this mystery man show his face tonight?

“I'm not Like Everybody Else” by the Kinks begins to play.

Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards!?!

Gravedigger: He looked a lot smaller and moved a lot faster hiding behind smoke last week!

Zach Davis: Well he did call out all the other champions of WCF but no one responded so maybe he is out for revenge but something just doesn’t add up! Could Alex really be the man who asked “why” last week?

Gemini backs up as Alex Richards slowly makes his way to the ring but just before he reaches the side, Gemini takes a running leap over the ropes and tries to hit Alex with a crossbody but Alex catches him just barely and then throws him against the ring post. Gemini collides with the metal and falls to the ground. Alex Richards picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Alex then hopes into the ring and starts kicking away at Gemini’s gut before picking him up again and lays him out with a belly to belly suplex followed by a jumping headbutt. Alex Richards rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from the bell keeper.

Zach Davis: He seems pretty determined on busting up Gemini not long after retaining his title. Is this Alex’s way of celebrating?

Gravedigger: Wait a minute...this is all starting to make sense…

Alex Richards hits Gemini with the chair a couple of times before dropping it and once again picking up Gemini and putting in the position for a belly to back suplex before wrapping his hand around his throat…

Zach Davis: No! He can’t!

Freddy Whoa: Is he aiming to hit him with The Final Enlightenment onto the chair?!?!

K. L. Henson: Wait! Alex, wait!!! Don’t!

Henson walks past the curtain with a mic in hand. His hand stretched out in plea to Alex.

K. L. Henson: Wait! Alex! I need to address this right here right now!

Henson hurries down to the ring and rolls in. He stands to his feet and slowly approaches as Alex holds Gemini.

K. L. Henson: There are so many questions to ask! But there is one important one! But it is not a question I can ask, Alex. I get everything his is doing...The question I have to ask, I have to ask you Gemini…

Henson approaches the harshly beaten Gemini face to face.

K. L. Henson: And that question is...Why?...

Henson turns away as Gemini’s face fills with rage.

K. L. Henson: Okay, that’s enough talking, off with his head…

Alex tosses Gemini and lands his head right on the chair.

Gravedigger: It was a set up! It was the deal the whole time! Henson helped Alex keep the title in exchange for him beating down Gemini.

Zach Davis: But the question truly is why? Why is Henson doing this to Gemini? Will we ever find out?

Winner Gets Placed in Ultimate Showdown Match
Jeff Purse vs Jonny Fly

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner receiving a spot in this year's ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN MATCH!

"Survival" by Eminem blares on the PA.

"This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all"

A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying. Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California... weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... JEFF PURSE!

"Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends"

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, waiting for his opponent.

Zach Davis: Former World Champion, former War winner, Jeff Purse. Great to see him back in action here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: He's not just back in action. He's back to go up against the one and only Jonny Fly, with a spot in Ultimate Showdown on the line.

The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly. Seconds later, "The Mack" Steve Orbit runs up beside him.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by his brother, Steve Orbit... from New York City... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... JONNY FLY!

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring, as Orbit taunts the crowd. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘The Most Dominant Wrestler in WCF History.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the canvas. He stops and takes a few moment to prepare himself before finally sliding into the ring.

Gravedigger: Hey Steve!

The sound of a struggle is heard as Steve Orbit rips the headset off of Zach Davis' head.

Gravedigger: Yeah, take a break Zach. Go get me a burrito from concessions.

Steve Orbit: Yeah, and two beers!

Freddy Whoa: You didn't have to get me a beer, Steve.

Steve Orbit: What? They both for me, don't trip.

Gravedigger: That's what you get Freddy. Buy your own beer.

Freddy Whoa: He didn't buy one for you either, Digger.

DING DING DING

Fly and Purse circle each other for a few moments.

Freddy Whoa: Well, Steve, welcome to the show. This is a huge match right here. Former World champions, former War winners-- these guys were original Pantheon members. Brothers. And now they're here to battle it our for a spot in Ultimate--

Steve Orbit: Knock it off, Freddy. This ain't gonna be no spectacular kinda back and forth, competitive thing. Jonny's about to put Purse on his ass, 1-2-3, goin' to Ultimate Showdown. That's it.

Gravedigger: Spoiler alert.

Fly and Purse lock up. Fly wrings Purse's arm-- but Purse reverses it and goes behind Fly with a hammerlock. Fly twists out of that and nails Purse with a European uppercut, and another. Purse is backed into the corner, and Fly goes to work with punches and forearms.

Steve Orbit: See what I said? This about to be a damn massacre.

Fly hooks Purse's arm and hip tosses him out of the corner-- but Purse lands on his feet! He turns around and before Fly can process what happened, Purse hits a big right hand. Fly stumbles back, Purse with a jab, and another-- Purse hops onto the second rope for a springboard clothesline!

Freddy Whoa: Purse is showing the world that he hasn't lost a step!

Gravedigger: Jeff Purse is as tough as they come. I underestimated him back in the day and I paid for it. Fly better watch himself.

Steve Orbit: Uh, what?! Jeff Purse ain't been hot since 2013. He ain't about shit right now.

Fly gets back up, Purse with a spinning heel kick-- Fly ducks and trips Purse's other leg, sending him to the mat. Fly with an elbow drop... and another. He pulls Purse up and whips him to the ropes-- Fly with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Steve Orbit: GOT damn.

Fly with the cover.

1..

Freddy Whoa: Kickout!

Gravedigger: Fly's already trying to pin Purse. This is a psychological move. Fly's showing that he is taking control.

Steve Orbit: He's tryin' to win the match, Digger. That's why you pin somebody, to win the match. I think you been sittin' in this commentator booth for too long.

Fly pulls Purse up to a sitting position and locks in a reverse chinlock.

Freddy Whoa: There is so much history between these two guys. ORIGINAL Pantheon members. Fly, Purse and Phantasm were thick as thieves back in 2012, and not only were they like brothers, but they were at the absolute peak of the wrestling business.

Steve Orbit: No denying that, but Fly has always been the guy who holds Pantheon down. Who keeps them on the top. I mean, look at the current state of Pantheon-- is a cesspool. It's a bunch of hacks and wannabes. The only other person who really held it down for Pantheon like Fly did was myself. Jeff Purse was an afterthought in Pantheon. He was Kid Phantasm's smokin' buddy. They liked to get high together, that's all it was.

Purse begins trying to get to his feet while Fly keeps a tight grip on his head.

Freddy Whoa: ... I dunno, Steve. I don't think I can cosign you on that. Purse was an integral part of Pantheon. The guy is a War winner. Former World champion.

Steve Orbit: I'm not asking you to cosign it, Freddy. Do your job, say what Seth pays you to say. It's all good homie. I'm just tellin' the truth, Purse is about to get-- oh shit!

Purse elbows his way out of the chinlock, and catches Fly with a mule kick to the gut-- followed by a Pele kick to the head!

Gravedigger: He's about to what, Steve?

Steve Orbit: Don't start nothin', Digger.

Fly is stunned, Purse hits him with an elbow to the face before grabbing him for a belly-to-belly suplex! And he pins Fly.

1..

Freddy Whoa: Kickout!

Steve Orbit: That's right.

Purse gets up and runs up the turnbuckles. The crowd pops.

Gravedigger: Purse is so comfortable up there-- Fly's gotta get up, this could be it!

Fly starts to get up. Purse leaps off with a flying dropkick! And Fly is knocked back down.

Freddy Whoa: I think Purse had something bigger in mind, but Fly wasn't about to stay down for it.

Steve Orbit: That's right, Jonny ain't layin' down for nobody. Y'all hear that out there? This man is comin' for that second Ultimate Showdown win, and he's comin' for that FIFTH World Title.

Purse with a series of stomps. He pulls Fly to his feet and hits him with a forearm, and another, before whipping him to the ropes-- Purse goes to the opposite ropes, and when they meet in the middle he leaps for a hurricanrana!

Gravedigger: Look at this!

But Fly shifts the momentum and turns it into a sitout powerbomb!

Steve Orbit: HELL yeah!

Fly pins Purse!

1..

2..

Freddy Whoa: Two count, kickout!

Fly pulls Purse to a sitting position and locks in an armbar!

Gravedigger: You know Steve, it's cool to see you out here supporting your brother. But what about you? Why aren't YOU lobbying to get into Ultimate Showdown?

Steve Orbit: Hey, look-- if I wanted a spot in Ultimate Showdown, I'd have it. Aight? I'm just not feelin' it right now.

Freddy Whoa: Not feeling what?

Steve Orbit: The whole thing. Wrestling, Ultimate Showdown... the current WCF landscape, it's a cesspool. It's a fuckin' wasteland. Nothing is happening that is exciting to me in WCF in 2015. I mean, look, I did the Trios thing-- more or less for fun, it wasn't really a serious endeavor for myself OR Jonny. We had our fun, and Fly wants to keep going-- I don't. So am I always gonna be in my brother's corner, supporting his ass? Damn right. But am I coming back to the ring any time soon? Hell no. I ain't feelin' it right now.

Gravedigger: So you're taking a break from active competition?

Steve Orbit: Digger, I didn't say that. I never said I'm taking a break, don't put words in my mouth. I said I'm not wrestling at the current time because the roster is boring to me and it's stale, and I just don't feel like mixing it up with any of these dudes or any of these bitches out here. I just don't feel like it, I'm not feelin' it. Now can we focus on the match at hand, we got two future Hall of Famers in the ring right here and we're out here bullshittin'.

After a brief struggle, Purse grabs the bottom rope and Fly releases the armbar. Both men get to their feet, Purse holding his shoulder. Fly rocks him with a European uppercut... and another. He grabs Purse and lifts him for a Falcon Arrow!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

But Purse slips out and counters into a sunset flip pin!

1..

2..

Freddy Whoa: Two count!

Both men roll to their feet, Purse with a spinning heel kick! Fly is stunned, Purse hops out to the apron--

Gravedigger: THE FUTURE!

Purse executes his 720 DDT!

Steve Orbit: Oh shit!

Purse with the cover!

1..

2..

Steve Orbit: COME ON JONNY!

Freddy Whoa: Kickout!

Purse rolls to his feet with Fly on the mat. Purse grabs the top rope, and springboards off with a moonsault!

Steve Orbit: HA!

But Fly gets his knees up! Purse rolls off of Fly, holding his ribs.

Steve Orbit: That's what you get!

Freddy Whoa: Great awareness by Jonny Fly, I have to admit.

It takes Fly a few moments to get to his feet. He shakes out to cobwebs before pulling Purse off the mat, hitting him with a right hand. Purse returns a right hand of his own, but Fly hits a big headbutt, knocking Purse to a knee. Fly rebounds off the rope and hits a Mafia kick to Purse's face!

Steve Orbit: Take his head off, bruh!

Freddy Whoa: Fly with the pin!

1..

2..

Gravedigger: NOT quite, kickout at two!

Fly goes to pull up Purse, but Purse with a small package!

Steve Orbit: NO!

1..

2..

Freddy Whoa: FLY ROLLS IT OVER ON PURSE!

Steve Orbit: YES!

1..

2..

Freddy Whoa: Purse kicks out!

Both men roll to their feet. Fly boots Purse in the gut and puts him in a front facelock-- but Purse slips out and counters with a neckbreaker!

Gravedigger: Great action in this bout, as expected.

Steve Orbit: Yeah, this is goin' a little bit long. I thought Fly woulda put his ass away by now.

Freddy Whoa: Look, these are two of the greatest, with a huge stipulation. Both men want in to Ultimate Showdown, but even moreso, both men want to be the better man here tonight.

Purse gets to his feet first. He stomps on Fly as he tries to get up. Purse pulls Fly up and whips him into the corner, then continues stomping him out in the corner. He takes a few steps back... and his a step-up enzuigiri in the corner!

Steve Orbit: Ow!

Gravedigger: Yeah, the whole arena heard that.

Freddy Whoa: Fly is laid out in the corner and Purse is going up top-- this is not a good spot for Jonny Fly!

Purse leaps off the top--

Freddy Whoa: DEFLATER! PURSE HITS IT!

Steve Orbit: OH GOD.

Gravedigger: Purse with the cover!

1..

2..

THR--

Steve Orbit: YEAH!

Freddy Whoa: JONNY FLY KICKS OUT OF THE DEFLATER!

Gravedigger: Incredible. This is what makes Jonny Fly, Jonny Fly.

Steve Orbit: That's the nigga in him, Digger. That's the black soul shinin' through. The chicken wings, corn bread--

Freddy Whoa: Alright, Steve. Jeez.

Steve Orbit: Don't act like you don't see it too, Fred.

Purse sits up, a little bit shocked. But he quickly plots his next move. He grabs Fly's arm and drops down to the mat-- applying the Arm Bar submission.

Gravedigger: Well, we saw Fly apply this to Purse earlier in the match, but this is a Jeff Purse trademark. He's doing serious damage with that arm bar.

Fly yells out in pain. He tries to break free, but can't. The ref asks him to submit, but he won't.

Freddy Whoa: Is Jonny Fly gonna have to tap?

Steve Orbit: No. He's not.

Fly struggles for a few more moments before he is able to roll onto his side. Purse tightens the hold, but Fly is in survival mode. Soon, Purse is losing his grip, and Fly is getting to a knee--

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

In a feat of strength, Fly lifts Purse's entire body and drops him into the turnbuckles!

Steve Orbit: HELL yeah!

Gravedigger: That's one way to break a submission hold!

Fly drops down, catching his breath. After a few moments, both men are back on their feet. Fly grabs Purse and whips him into the corner-- he charges with a corner splash!

Freddy Whoa: NOBODY HOME!

Purse dives out of the way! Fly crashes into the turnbuckles hard, and lands flat on his back. Purse hops onto the turnbuckles--

Gravedigger: DEFLATER NUMBER TWO!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

But Fly is back on his feet and catches Purse with the Discus Fly in mid-air!

Steve Orbit: MY MAN. He learned that type of shit from me you know.

Purse crashes to the mat. Fly hops onto the top turnbuckle.

Gravedigger: Now it's Fly's turn!

Freddy Whoa: THIS IS IT!

Fly leaps off with the Fly Swatter!

Steve Orbit: FLY SWATTER!

Gravedigger: Game over.

NO! PURSE ROLLS AWAY!

Steve Orbit: Whaatt?!

Purse gets back up and stomps his foot. Once. Twice.

Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES THE SPOKE!

NO! Outside the ring a man wearing a mask grabs Purse's leg. Purse turns towards him and angrily kicks him away, but the masked man holds on tight. Tight enough that Fly has time to run at Purse and hit him with a VICIOUS Yakuza Kick right in the face!

Gravedigger: Care to explain what's going on here, Steve?

Steve Orbit: I ... honestly don't know.

Purse is sent sprawling into the corner, knocked senseless. Fly wastes no time running into Purse and hitting a Body Splash, sending him stumbling out and getting hit with Fly's patented European Uppercut.

Gravedigger: DISCUS FLY!

One last time, Fly gets up onto the turnbuckle and flies off.

Freddy Whoa: FLY. SWATTER.

Fly pins Purse.

1..

2..

THREE

DING DING DING

"300 Violin Orchestra" hits the PA.

Steve Orbit: YES. I told y'all.

Orbit takes off the headset and heads towards the ring.

Freddy Whoa: That's it. Ladies and gentlemen, Jonny Fly has defeated Jeff Purse and he's heading to Ultimate Showdown.

Gravedigger: But not alone. He had help... who WAS that masked guy? He hasn't left yet but he seems familiar...

Freddy Whoa: The Era of Jonny Fly is still rolling... and we could very well be looking at the next WCF World Champion.

Gravedigger: He's won it before, I don't see why he couldn't do it again. I hope the entire roster is paying attention.

Orbit slides into the ring and raises Fly's hand. The two brothers celebrate in the ring... until--

Freddy Whoa: Purse is getting up!

Fly grins and extends his hand to the battered Jeff Purse. Purse glances at it for a split second.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Orbit grabs Purse from behind and hooks him in a half-nelson-- HONEY DIP!

Gravedigger: HA! How's that for sportsmanship, Purse?!

Fly joins Orbit stomping out Purse. Orbit pulls him back up and Fly kicks him in the gut and punches him in the head. Fly pulls Purse away and Orbit goes down on a knee... Fly with a running bulldog right into Orbit's knee!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA. He's gotta be out cold.

Gravedigger: LOOK! The masked man from earlier has gotten in the ring now!

The masked man is clapping to himself as he watches the carnage unleashed. Fly continues to stomp at Jeff Purse as Orbit backs off, seemingly not knowing exactly who this dude is. The man calls for a mic from Kyle.

Freddy Whoa: Whoever this guy is, he's seemingly entered into a partnership with Jonny Fly.

Gravedigger: Who could it be? Fly doesn't have a whole lot of friends around here. Looks like we won't have to wait long to find out though.

Masked Man: Don't worry, boys. I've ensured that all of Pantheon are conveniently locked in their dressing rooms.

The crowd boos, immediately knowing the voice.

Gravedigger: SETH!?

The masked man rips off his mask, indeed revealing WCF owner Seth Lerch. Orbit backs off, looking at Fly. Seth grins and continues speaking.

Seth Lerch: You know, this really is a great moment. Jonny Fly, one of the greatest of all time, making his rise back to the top of WCF! The Era of Jonny Fly is still rolling... and finally... JONNY FLY AND SETH LERCH ARE ON THE SAME PAGE!

Fly nods, and thanks Seth. The fans boo mercilessly. Fly kicks Purse out of the ring now, letting Seth speak.

Seth Lerch: I know we've had our differences. You've humiliated me, had me arrested and put in jail, beaten me physically and emotionally-- but hey, you've done the same things to your own brother, so I can't take it TOO personally.

Orbit is fuming. He is about to grab Seth when Fly grabs him and pulls him aside.

Steve Orbit: What's he talkin' about? You're not buying this, right?

Jonny Fly: Chill. Now's not the time, I got this. Trust me.

Steve Orbit: Trust you? Don't tell me to chill!

Seth interjects.

Seth Lerch: Look, all I'm saying is... the past is the past. And as far as I'm concerned, Jonny Fly is good business, and I'm throwing all of my resources behind this man. The ICE Age is over, The Godfather is Dead, May the Era of Jonny Fly last forever!

Fly pushes past Orbit and shakes hands with Seth. Seth raises his arm as "300 Violin Orchestra" hits once again.

Gravedigger: Orbit doesn't look too happy here. He and Seth have never had a great relationship.

Freddy Whoa: But this is huge! Some sort of alliance between Fly and Seth?!

Fade out with Seth raising Fly's arm, and Orbit hanging back with a scowl on his face.

Attack!

We open to find the camera following the same Wolf masked man from earlier as he stalks down the hall, he turns a corner to find yet another superstar unaware, wolf mask turns to the camera and places a finger in front of his mouth to ‘shhh’. He slowly pulls the same pipe as during his earlier attack of Howard Black. The superstar in question is your #1 contender for the World Title Gonzo Murdock, intensity and focus overflowing in the man as he is running through his pre-match preparations when he too is blindsided by this man. The wolf mask man blasts Gonzo in the back of the head with the pipe, Gonzo drops immediately but rolls forward and away from the wolf mask, before turning and confronting the attacker

Zach Davis: AGAIN?! Someone get this guy out of the building.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

The wolf mask man has the advantage still however, charging Gonzo and getting a couple more times before he can properly set himself for an attack. The reeling Gonzo staggers, but manages to swing a Chuck Norris Special, that backs the wolf mask guy up away from him, creating space, as Gonzo says...

Gonzo Murdock: Bring it, you son of a bitch!

The wolf mask man abides, and goes to the abdomen once more, as Gonzo yanks the wolf mask off to reveal...

Gonzo Murdock: Aw SHIT! This ag...

The unidentified man, with his back to the camera, manages to swing the pipe upwards, connecting with the chin of Gonzo, which sends him backwards falling on the ground, unable to finish his thought out loud...

Gravedigger: He could have ruined two of the biggest matches tonight, what is this guy doing? I LOVE IT!!!!!!!

Wolf Mask: What the fuck am I doing? When did I ever need cheap gimmicks like this?

The man turns to the camera, to reveal probably what 99.9% of the audience already suspected, as a smug grin crosses the face of one Joseph Flash as we cut...

Hardcore Title Match
Torture vs Marc Mayhem

Flynn Lives by Daft Punk hits and the lights go out and a single spotlight hits on Torture who is standing on the top of the stage. Torture smirks in his black wrestling tights. Torture slaps each arm and begins to walk down the ramp with the Hardcore Championship tightly around his waist. Torture mouthing off to the fans booing here in New Jersey.

Zach Davis: Mayhem won the Hardcore Championship strap a month ago with Torture as a cheerleader in his corner!

Gravedigger: Then it all changed right after.

Zach Davis: That's right Digger, right after the match, Torture attacked Mayhem for some sort of misunderstanding that happened in the back with some of the other boys.

Gravedigger: That's just Torture using that as an excuse! He knows Mayhem is successful and wanted to rip it all away in true douchebag fashion.

Freddy Whoa: I think it's cool to see Torture in the ring with some gold around his waist in 2015!

Zach Davis: Interesting point, Freddy. Although not the Champion, you do have to wonder why Torture is even here.

Torture kisses the Hardcore Championship and he hands it to the ref and the crowd continues to boo. Torture smiles at them as if he could give two shits.

“If I had a Heart” By Fever Ray hit’s the PA.. Torture turns his attention to the stage/ramp area.

Zach Davis: LOOK AT THIS!!!

Mayhem is running through the crowd, he jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring!

Gravedigger: MAYHEM IS PLAYING TORTURES GAME!!

Freddy Whoa: YYEAAHHH!!!

Torture turns around just in time for Mayhem to hit a spear and Mayhem starts to throw right hands and left hands! New Jersey fucking erupts! The ref demands the bell to ring. DING DING DING.

Zach Davis: AAANNDD HEEEREEEE WEEE GOOOOO!!

Torture rolls out of the ring, and Mayhem slides out on the other side, Torture trying to regain his bearings and gets a stiff clothesline from Mayhem on the outside! Mayhem lets out a primal roar and NJ crowd goes insane! Torture is getting to his feet but stumbling away from Mayhem. Torture turns around and Mayhem gives him a knee to the gut and then lifts up Torture and drops him on the guardrail! Torture flips over into the crowd side. Mayhem jumps over and kicks Torture while he's on his hands and knees. Torture begins to climb through the crowd as they're chanting for Mayhem! Mayhem takes a soda from a fan and takes a spit before slamming it into Tortures face! Torture stumbles through some more of the crowd to get to the back of the lower bowl where some concessions are. Mayhem asks for a bag of popcorn.. Mayhem slams it in Tortures face before grabbing Torture and throwing him into the wall! Torture crawling away from Mayhem one more but Mayhem picks up Torture and scoop slams him on the cement floor!

Zach Davis: Mayhem is giving it to him!

Torture gets up and is begging for no more, but Mayhem kicks Torture in the gut and then picks him up for a powerbomb. Torture gets out of it but Mayhem turns around and just back body drops Torture on the cement floor as he turned around. Mayhem begins to high-five some of the fans in the arena. Torture crawls towards the ramp/stage area from the crowd side. Torture is grabbed the back of his head and thrown over the guardrail by Mayhem. Torture crawls over to the stage and Mayhem has a trashcan.

Gravedigger: Oh yeah!!

Mayhem throws the trashcan at Torture hitting him on the back and knocking him down to his hands and knees on the stage. Mayhem climbs up on the stage and picks up the trashcan and nails Torture over the back with it again! Torture is picked up and thrown into the set design on the stage! Mayhem keeping up with the attack and grabs Torture and picks him up and the crowd all goes to their feet.

Zach Davis: IS THIS THE CAB RIDE?!

Torture rakes the eyes and gets the hell out of the hold and stumbles down the ramp. Mayhem gets to his feet and runs down the ramp and hits Torture from behind. Torture stumbles down into the ring apron. Mayhem grabs Torture and rolls him into the ring. Mayhem climbs up on the apron as Torture gets to his feet and stumbles across the ring and rolls out the other side of the ring.

Zach Davis: Torture wants none of this all of a sudden!

Gravedigger: Told you he's a coward and a douchebag! Get in the ring and fight like a real man Torture!

Mayhem walks across the ring and gets out and Torture is messing with the officials and timekeeper. Mayhem gets to Torture but Tort turns in a 180degree fashion and nails Mayhem over the head with the Hardcore Championship! Mayhem goes down and Torture stumbles away and gets on the ring apron laying down clutching the Hardcore Championship taking a breather. Mayhem gets to his feet and turns around and nails Mayhem with the Hardcore Championship again knocking him down on the outside. Torture picks up Mayhem and rolls him into the ring. Torture slides in and stomps on Mayhem a few times before picking him up, throwing him to the ropes, and with the rebound Torture hits a sick spinebuster! Still no cover though, Torture rolls out of the ring and lifts up the apron. He slides out a table. Torture bridges the table on the apron and announcer table and rolls back in. Torture grabs Mayhem and lifts him up in a firemans carry and walks over to the ropes.

Zach Davis: This could get ugly for Mayhem!

Mayhem starts to fight out of it though and drops down. Torture turns around and gets a few punches and Mayhem runs to hit the ropes, Torture bends down and flips Mayhem over the rope, but Mayhem lands on the apron inches away from going through the table. Torture turns around and Mayhem grabs Torture and just lifts him over the top rope and puts him on the table that is bridging over the announcers table and apron. Torture kicks Mayhem square in the nutsack and Mayhem bends down on the table and Torture jumps off the table and grabs a steel chair and throws it at Mayhem on the apron and the thud knocks Mayhem down. Torture rolls into the ring and grabs Mayhem and pulls him into the ring and pins him. It's only a two count.

Zach Davis: Torture knows Mayhem can't be down from just a chair shot.

Torture picks up Mayhem and throws him to the corner. Torture climbs up Mayhem and starts putting in lefts and rights when Mayhem just grabs Torture, walks out to the center of the ring and hits a sit-out powerbomb! Mayhem covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

The crowd thought it was over, Mayhem grabs Torture and picks him up and hits a German suplex! Mayhem grabs the chair in the corner of the ring and lays it down. Torture kneels up to his feet and Mayhem hits another German suplex but this time on the chair! Mayhem picks up Torture and tosses him into the corner. Mayhem picks up the chair and walks over to Torture but Tort throws a kick to the groin again of Mayhem! Mayhem bends down and Torture pushes Mayhem back and Torture gets to his feet slowly and grabs the Hardcore Championship and clutches it to his chest before putting it on the middle rope in the corner. Torture turns around and Mayhem trips him up and lays him out on his back, Mayhem grabs the legs and turns his body over and locks on the Texas Cloverleaf!

Zach Davis: THE CLOVERLEAF!!! MAYHEM CAN MAKE TORTURE SUBMIT RIGHT HERE!!

Torture screams out reaching for the ropes, inching just a bit closer, but Mayhem locks it in stronger!

Gravedigger: It doesn't matter if he reaches the ropes! It's no DQ!

Zach Davis: Torture just wants out but Mayhem keeps it locked in and we might have a submission right here!

Torture reaches the bottom rope but the ref doesn't break the hold, for obvious reasons, Torture keeps climbing through the bottom rope and onto the table that is bridging over the isle. Mayhem has to drop the hold and lets Torture go. Torture laying out on the table between the ring and announcers table turns to his back to notice Mayhem stepping through the ropes and now standing at his feet! Torture tries to get out of it but Mayhem locks the Cloverleaf on the table-bridge! The crowd goes crazy as Torture is flipped to his stomach about to tap!

Zach Davis: HES GONNA TAP!!

Torture grabs one of the monitors on the announcers table and throws it back hitting Mayhem in the head and causing the hold to break. Torture crawls onto the announcers table and into the laps of Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa. They stand up as Torture almost begs for them to help. Torture crawls from around the announcers table and Mayhem picks up Torture but Torture gets out of it and shoves Mayhem into the announcers table. Mayhem turns around and Torture grabs Mayhems head and throws him into the ring post. Mayhem stumbles back and Torture hits a back suplex on the outside!

Zach Davis: Back in control is the Hall of Famer, Torture.

Freddy Whoa: Torture can win this thing right here if Mayhem isn't careful!

Torture grabs Mayhem and throws him into the ring and slides in close behind. Mayhem gets to his feet and goes for a clothesline but Torture ducks and turns, Mayhem bounces off the ropes and Torture picks him up and hits a death valley driver! Torture gets to his feet and stands in the corner as Mayhem stumbles to his feet and turns around. Torture runs and hits a Sliding Punch!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOAAAA HAVENT SEEN THAT IN HALF A DECADE!

Zach Davis: THIS COULD BE IT?? ITS OVER!!

Torture hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

Gravedigger: NO! MAYHEM GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Zach Davis: Mayhem showing great strength to get a shoulder up!

Torture gets to his feet and brushes off the refs "slow count" and kicks Mayhem to the gut and hits a snap suplex! Torture gets to his feet and jumps to the top rope.

Zach Davis: NO WAY.

Torture jumps off and hits the frong splash! Torture hooks the leg.

Zach Davis: TORTURE HAS PUT MANY A WAY WITH THAT MOVE!

One!

Two!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA MAYHEM KICKS OUT! MAYHEM KICKS OUT!

Torture slaps the mat and shoves the ref back and rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Torture rolls back in and Mayhem hits a kick to the face of Torture and Tort goes down. Mayhem stumbles a bit before grabbing the chair and lifting it over his head, Torture kicks Mayhem in the balls and Mayhem bends forward dropping the chair. Torture puts the chair on the mat and grabs Mayhems head and bends him back. Everyone in New Jersey gasps and stands on their feet.

Zach Davis: THIS IS IT?! NO WAY!!

Torture calls for the Tortures Device! He locks it on and smiles at the hard-cam.

Gravedigger: That son of a bitch.

Torture spins but Mayhem shoves Torture to the ropes, Torture bounces back and Mayhem kicks Torture to the gut and spins him around and locks in the Omega-Driver!

Zach Davis: THIS IS IT!! ITS OVER!!

Mayhem picks up Torture and flips him upside down but Torture gets out of it and lands on his feet behind Mayhem, Torture grabs Mayhem by the head, locks in, spins and hits the Tortures Device!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD TORTURE HAS WON IT.

Gravedigger: MAYHEM IS OUT COLD!

Zach Davis: TORTURE HIT THE DEVICE ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

Torture crawls over and hooks a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!!

Zach Davis: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!

Gravedigger: MAYHEM WITH A KICK OUT!

Zach Davis: TORTURE IS SHOCKED. HOW THE HELL DID MAYHEM KICK OUT OF THE TORTURES DEVICE!?

Torture wide eyed and jaw on the floor sits up and looks at the ref. Torture gets to his knees and then to his feet and walks slowly at the ref putting the ref back into the corner. Torture begins scolding the ref for all he's worth.

Zach Davis: Oh come on, Torture! You know you gotta do more than that to put this kid away!

Gravedigger: Look! Mayhem is up!

Mayhem charges at Torture but Tort steps to the right, the ref steps to the left and Mayhem runs chest first into the top rope turnbuckle, Torture rolls Mayhem up for the pin, but Mayhem continues to roll to his feet, Torture stuck to his knees, Mayhem kicks Tortures head off with a right stiff kick! The crowd pops big as Mayhem hooks both legs!

Zach Davis: ITS OVER ITS OVER!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Torture kicks out!

Mayhem grabs the ropes as the New Jersey crowd catches their breath, Torture stumbles to his feet and Mayhem ducks a wild punch but Torture and Mayhem shoves Torture into the corner where he hits chest first but stays put in the corner. Mayhem backs up to the other corner and the crowd comes alive as they know whats coming next!

Zach Davis: Mayhem is preparing for the spear! The spear!!

Mayhem gets his balance, catches his own breath and demands Torture to turn around... Torture with eyes glazed stumbles a few feet back and turns around to get a MAYHEM SPEAR!

Gravedigger: PIN HIM MAYHEM! YOU GOTTA PIN!

Zach Davis: MAYHEM PINS TORTURE! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Zach Davis: HE DID IT!! DID HE DO IT?!!?

Freddy Whoa: REF SAYS TWO GUYS!

Gravedigger: Torture kicked out?!?

Torture did indeed kick out at two. Mayem shakes it off and gets to his feet and the crowd stands up and pops like fucking crazy and that's because Mayhem just called for the Cab Ride.

Zach Davis: DO IT MAYHEM!! MAYHEM WANTS TO PUT THIS ONE AWAY RIGHT HERE!

Torture gets up and turns around and Mayhem picks up on his shoulders. A million flashbulbs pop as Mayhem spins Torture but Torture lands on his feet, kicks Mayhem in the gut and goes to the ropes but Mayhem bends down moves the chair to just in front of him on the mat and when Torture returns, Mayhem spins Torture upside down and hits the Omega Driver!

Zach Davis: OMEGA DRIVER!! OMEGA DRIVER!!! OH MY GOD ITS OVER!!

Torture is out cold as he just got the Omega Driver on the steel chair! Mayhem hooks the leg!

Gravedigger: ITS OVER GUYS!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Zach Davis: ITS OVER!! ITS OVER!!

Gravedigger: HOW THE HELL DID HE GET THE SHOULDER UP?!

Torture kicked up at the very last second! Mayhem can't believe it!

Freddy Whoa: Hate to say it but this is Torture guys, Mayhem needs to realize this is a hall of famer! This is a multiple time World Champion! He is regarded as one of the best Hardcore Champions of all time!

Gravedigger: Yeah, yeah, but this is Mayhem damn it! This is a legend-killer! He can do this!

Zach Davis: I don't know how Torture kicked up from that! I've seen him kick up from many things but that was over!

Mayhem gets to his feet and calls for the Cab Ride one more time! Everyone back on their feet. Torture stumbles to his feet but barely, he lets go of the middle rope and slowly turns around and Mayhem picks him up onto his shoulders, again, a million flashbulbs pop off but Torture reaches the top rope and holds on. Mayhem flips Torture over the top rope but Tort lands on the apron. Mayhem picks up the chair and swings but Torture dives his head through the middle rope and hits Mayhem in the gut! Mayhem drops the chair over the top rope! Torture front flips over the top rope off of Mayhems back and hits the ropes upon his return Mayhem catches Torture onto his shoulders and has him for the Cab Ride! The crowd goes fucking insane in the membrane, Mayhem spins Torture and nails the Cab Ride in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE! CAB RIDE!

Gravedigger: HOOK THE LEG, KID! HOOK THE LEG!!

Mayhem hooks the leg and is kicking his feet to keep the pressure on!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!

Freddy Whoa: TORTURE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!

Zach Davis: HOW THE HELL DOES TORTURE KEEP KICKING OUT?!

Mayhem and the sold out Izod Center are shocked as FUCK. They can't believe it. Torture got a shoulder up. Mayhem is shocked as shit. He looks at the ref and asks "not a three?" Ref nods and says only two. Mayhem looks out at the thousands in attendance and starts to get support. The crowd starts chanting Mayhem. He gets on his feet and starts stomping on Torture. Mayhem picks up Torture and throws him into the corner. Mayhem runs and and jumps onto Torture and starts hitting rights after rights! Torture grabs Mayhem by the legs though and he's now in a powerbomb position! Torture walks out of the corner with Mayhem up, but Mayhem flips forward behind Torture and school-boy pins him, but Torture keeps rolling but Mayhem gets to his feet just as Torture does and Mayhem picks up Torture for ANOTHER CAB RIDE!

Zach Davis: CAB RIDE?!?!

Mayhem turns but Torture slides out of it and locks on Mayhem for the Tortures Device!

Zach Davis: OH NO!

Mayhem fights out of it and shoves Torture into the ropes, when Torture comes back Mayhem tries to pick him up but Torture floats over and grabs Mayhem and hits the Tortures Device!

Gravedigger: TORTURES DEVICE ON MAYHEM.

Zach Davis: A SECOND TORTURES DEVICE!

Torture crawls over and hooks the leg as the crowd begins to boo as loud as possible. The ref counts.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Zach Davis: MAYHEM KICKED OUT?!!?!

Gravedigger: HE DID!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOAAAAAa

Zach Davis: MAYHEM IS STILL IN IT!! MAYHEM IS STILL IN IT!!

Torture looks at the ref again. The crowd is ecstatic! Mayhem slowly rolls to the side of the ring. Torture puts his finger in the chest and shoves him back into the ropes. Torture begins mouthing off to him about how he's a legend! He's a hall of famer! The ref is apologizing but tells Torture to get back to the match.

The crowd is just booing as loud as possible. Torture shoves the ref with both hands into the turnbuckle. Torture grabs the ref by his shirt but the ref shoves Torture back and Torture stumbles and turns around and Mayhem picks him up for the Cab Ride!

Zach Davis: HES GOT HIM!?! HES GOT HIM!!!

Mayhem hits the Cab Ride for a second time on Torture in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: ITS OVER ITS OVER ITS OVER!!

Gravedigger: Mayhem is hooking the leg!

The ref runs and slides down! The crowd yells the count out as the refs hand hits the mat!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!

Master of Puppets by Metallica hits and the ref stops the count. The crowd boos. Everyone is confused.

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL!?!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!

Gravedigger: WHAT IS SETH LERCH DOING?!!?

Freddy Whoa: IS IT OVER OR NO??

Zach Davis: THE REF STOPPED THE COUNT!!

Seth Lerch steps out onto the stage in a sea of the loudest boos ever.

Seth Lerch: Hold up, hold up! You don't just pin Torture all willy-nilly!

The crowd boos and begins a "BULL-SHIT!! BULL-SHIT!! BULL-SHIT!" chant.

Seth Lerch: Torture's status as unpinnable legend has made every match he's in MUCH WATCH! It's gotten me millions and millions of buyrates. Which is why I feel awful.... Awful that I let Marc Mayhem think that even for a second he ever had the chance to pin The Tort!

Booing!

Seth Lerch: Even on his best day and on Torture's worst, Marc Mayhem doesn't have the ability it takes to pin Torture! I know it and the fans know it! The only possible chance Mayhem has at winning this is for it to be a ladder match. SO IN THE INTEREST OF FAIRNESS THIS HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH IS NOW A LADDER MATCH!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!!? WHAT THE HELL!?!? "In the interest of fairness"?!? BULLSHIT!

Seth Lerch: Grab the Championship, Ref! HEY! Listen to me! If you don't want to be fired you'll grab that Championship and hang it up!

Gravedigger: Oh this has to be planned! Look! The rope is coming down for the ref to hang it! Are you kidding me?!

Freddy Whoa: So it's not over?!

Zach Davis: No, that SON OF A BITCH Seth Lerch just changed this match to a ladder match! First he screws over Jeff Purse in the name of helping Jonny Fly, now this!?

Gravedigger: Marc Mayhem had Torture! He had him! Torture wasn't kicking up!

Zach Davis: And look at Torture! He's laughing! What a piece of..

Gravedigger: I told you guys for the last several weeks! He's a douche! Torture will do anything to keep that Hardcore Championship with him and it doesn't even belong to him!

Mayhem looks slightly defeated but the crowd still supports him. The Bullshit chants start to turn into Mayhem chants. Mayhem slides out of the ring and goes underneath the apron and grabs a ladder. Mayhem slides it into the ring. Mayhem rolls in. Torture creeps backwards into the corner. Torture is near lifeless barely crawling back. Mayhem sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring where the Hardcore Championship hangs 20 feet in the air.

Zach Davis: Mayhem is about to climb the ladder!

Gravedigger: Mayhem is going to end it right here! Torture is just sitting in the corner..

Mayhem climbs half way up and notices Torture smiling while he's laying out in the corner. Tortures head rests on the bottom turnbuckle and is just smiling away.

Zach Davis: What the hell is going!?

Mayhem keeps climbing to the top when Torture is pointing at his own head as if he's thinking ahead. Mayhem is confused but continues climbing. The crowd is getting hotter and hotter as Mayhem reaches up and touches the Hardcore Championship.. and the lights go out.

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL!?!?

Gravedigger: SON OF A BITCH. WHAT NOW?!

Zach Davis: Turn on the damn lights! Come on!!

Freddy Whoa: ITS TOO DARK IN HERE GUYS!!

The lights come back on and the crowd pops but turns to boos.

Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE!! WAIT!!

Mayhem is on the top of the ladder but so is Ryan Daniels and Chris Avery.

Gravedigger: TEAM OF TORTURE! OF COURSE!! HE CANT DO IT BY HIMSELF!!

Tank is grabbing another ladder from under the ring and he slides it in! Mayhem is trading punches with Avery and Daniels on the top of the ladder inches away from the Hardcore Championship. Tank grabs a table from underneath the ring and sets it up on the outside of the ring. Mayhem slides down a few rungs and then is kicked off the ladder and he hits the mat below. Daniels and Avery jump down and put the ladder in the corner and then begin punching away on Mayhem. The crowd booing as loud as possible. Tank grabs another table from underneath the ring and sets it up right next to the other table on the outside of the ring.

Zach Davis: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! THIS IS TERRIBLE!! MAYHEM DOESNT DESERVE THIS! HE DOESNT DESERVE FOUR ON ONE!

Torture gets up finally smiling but barely standing. He orders Avery and Daniels to pick up Mayhem. Tank, all seven foot five of him stands up in the ring as well. The crowd begins to boos as loud as possible again. Torture demands Tank to chokeslam Mayhem to hell! Torture stumbles backwards into the corner just as happy as can be. Mayhem is lifted to his feet by Daniels and Avery and Tank grabs Mayhem by the throat. Tank lifts Mayhem up and chokeslams him on the mat! A stiff chokeslam on Mayhem. Torture tells his team to grab the ladder and climb it for him. The Team of Torture grab the ladder..

Zach Davis: Its over for Mayhem!

Gravedigger: Four on one! This is bad.

Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE!! LOOK!!

Oblivion is running full fucking speed down the ramp with a steel chair in hand and slides into the ring! The crowd goes insane as Oblivion hits Daniels with the chair! Avery goes for a clothesline but Oblivion throws him over the top rope! Tank goes for a running big boot but Oblivion ducks and nails Tank with a chair over the head! Tank is still standing!

Zach Davis: MY GOD WHAT A CHAIR SHOT!

Oblivion runs and hits another chair shot over Tanks head and he's still standing! Tank stumbles back and Mayhem kicks Tank in the groin and Oblivion hits Tank over the head with a third chair shot and Tank falls through the ropes to the outside! Torture runs and Oblivion and Mayhem back body drop Torture over the top rope and he lands on Avery and Daniels! They all crash to the outside! The crowd goes crazy as Oblivion tells Mayhem to climb!!!

Zach Davis: DO IT MAYHEM!! DO IT!!

Oblivion grabs one ladder and sets it up as Mayhem grabs another ladder and sets it up right next to each other! Mayhem starts to climb the ladder but Daniels runs in and climbs the ladder while Avery runs in and clotheslines Oblivion down! Daniels and Mayhem trade punches back and forth and finally Daniels shoves Mayhem off and Avery catches Mayhem and flapjacks him on the top rope! Daniels tells Avery to climb up the other ladder and get the Hardcore Championship title!

Zach Davis: OH THEY CANT DO THIS!!

Freddy Whoa: They can bro! It's a ladder match!! They can get the title for Torture!

Avery and Daniels climb up the ladder but Oblivion and Mayhem are up on their feet! Oblivion climbs the ladder Avery is on and they trade lefts and rights! Avery switches over to Daniels ladder and Oblivion is on his own ladder! Oblivion tries to fight off Daniels but Torture gets into the ring and tilts Oblivions ladder over! Obi flies off the ladder, over the top rope and through the bridged table on the outside of the ring!!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD OBI MIGHT BE DEAD!!

Gravedigger: HOLY SMOKES!!

Freddy Whoa: OBI IS OUT GUYS!!!

Mayhem slides into the ring with a steel chair and hits Torture over his head! Torture is out! Mayhem grabs the ladder with Daniels and Avery on top of it and grabs it! He looks out at the crowd!

Zach Davis: PUSH IT OVER!

The crowd pops as Mayhem musters the strength of a Greek God and shoves the ladder over! Avery and Daniels clutch each other but they fly over the top rope through the two tables on the outside of the ring! Their lifeless bodies crashed out on the outside!

Zach Davis: MY GOD!!! ITS A CAR WRECK!

Gravedigger: BUT MAYHEM IS BACK IN CONTROL!!

Freddy Whoa: HE JUST HAS TO CLIMB!!

Mayhem fixes the ladder and starts to climb it slowly. Everyone else is out cold, but wait, Torture begins to climb slowly as well! Mayhem two steps ahead of Torture! Mayhem reaching up just a few steps further!

Zach Davis: ITS A RACE AND RIGHT NOW MAYHEM IS AHEAD!

Torture tries to catch up but he slips. Torture slides down the ladder just a bit as Mayhem now reaches the top. Mayhem reaches up but he's fatigued as all hell! Torture climbs up a bit faster but uses too much energy and is near lifeless at the top of the ladder!

Zach Davis: COME ON MAYHEM!

Gravedigger: That's disgusting!

Mayhem throws a right! A left! Another right! Torture blocks the left and headbutts Mayhem! Torture hits another stiff punch to Mayhems face!

Freddy Whoa: MARC MAYHEM! PROTEGE OF LOGAN! PROTEGE OF OBLIVION! GOING BLOW FOR BLOW WITH TORTURE FOR THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!

Torture glares, getting a cold, hard look of determination in his eyes before taking one last swing at Marc Mayhem. Mayhem's eyes glaze over... and he drops off the ladder.

Freddy Whoa: NO!

The fans boo as Torture reaches... and grabs the Hardcore Championship.

Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! NO!

The bell sounds.

Gravedigger: Oh my God.

Torture collapses off the ladder, clutching the Title that he's been parading around with all month. Kyle Steel has the mic.

Kyle Steel: Your winner....

Crowd: Bullshit!

Kyle Steel: AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!

Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

Kyle Steel: TOOOOOORTUUUUUUREEEEEEE!

BOO! The crowd boos absolutely mercilessly. Torture is joined in the ring by Chris Avery, Ryan Daniels and Tank Reaper who clap for the Champ. Torture snatches his belt away from Kyle as Tank lifts Tort up on his shoulders and parades him around the ring.

Zach Davis: I'm just.... I'm speechless.

Gravedigger: Torture first won the Hardcore Title over ten years ago by defeating Hall of Famer PC Cradle, and he never lost that belt. It has taken over a decade, by Torture has righted that wrong.... and won back the belt he never lost. Torture is, once again, the WCF Hardcore Champion.

The Team of Torture celebrates in the ring as we go to commercial.

Joey Flash Segment

As the crowd are preparing for the big World Title match their anticipation turns toxic as Mile Zero hits across the speaker system and from the curtain emerges the one and only Joey Flash, wolf mask in one hand, pipe in the other. He walks toward the ring ignoring the screams of hate and slides under the bottom rope. He approaches a nervous Kyle Steel in the ring and immediately nails him in the stomach with the pipe causing the announcer to drop to his knees in shock and pain before Joey kicks him out of the ring. He plucks Kyle’s microphone from the canvas and raises it up.

Joey Flash: Hello.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Joey Flash: Let’s just get straight down to business, no more call outs. I want the World Title, but I only want to fight one man for that accolade. Dune, I’ve tried to play nice. Here’s what’s going to happen, I fucked your boy Howie up earlier this evening as a message.

‘I can get to whoever you care about whenever the fuck I want.’

I fucked up Gonzo for the simple reason that I don’t want you to lose this match. You’re not good enough that you don’t need my helping loving guiding hand to drag your carcass through what should be a routine defence. I made a 50/50 fight 60/40 in your favour, you should thank me.

I’m refusing Ultimate Showdown for the simple reason that it’s you I want to beat. I’m going to take everything you hold dear from you, then I’m going to extinguish the light behind those eyes, but to get to that point I’m going to be your shining light, your guardian angel. I’m going to safely see you through Ultimate Showdown, and then Dune…your world fucking crumbles.

Joey Flash drops the microphone to almost stunned silence from the crowd and hops over the guardrail as we CUT!

World Title Match
Deuce Murdock vs Dune

Born in the USA begins to play, as scenes of Gonzo are seen on the big screen executing the Chuck Norris Special on several WCF stars in beat with the song, past and present, on the big screen as smoke starts to fill the ramp area.

Zach Davis: And here we go, ladies and gentlemen, as its time for the Main Event! But you got to wonder how the prior events are going to affect the match tonight.

Gravedigger: Well, Gonzo was already coming into this thing a huge underdog, as Dune has plowed through most of his competition since entering the WCF earlier this year. But with that crack on the jaw courtesy of Joey Flash, who knows how bad this can get for Murdock.

Freddy Whoa: The odds don't look good for Gonzo, period. He's already behind... Oh, here he comes now, with an ice pack on his face, as he walks to the ring!

Gravedigger: Other than that, you'd think there was nothing wrong with him. He's not letting this phase him one bit, as he makes his way down to the ring

Trios Title around the waist, and dressed in his usual black longsleeve turtleneck, cargo shorts, and shooting vest with DRG patches on it, to include indication as a "Nomad", Deuce makes his way to the ring, interacting with the fans as he continues to the ring. Once to the ring, he tosses the ice pack, as he yanks himself into the ring over the top rope, as he spins in the middle of the ring, pulling his Trios Title off with his right hand and holding it up, as the fans cheer wildly, chanting his name as he stands there and his music ends...

Crowd: GON-ZO! GON-ZO! GON-ZO! GON-ZO!

Zach Davis: The crowd is firmly behind Gonzo, as the attack on him earlier just seems to have gained him more and more support!

Gravedigger: Yeah, these fans were not nearly as loud as this when I came out to the table! What the hell?!

Freddy Whoa: It could be worse. You could be Al Envy...

Gravedigger: Who?

Freddy Whoa: Exactly...

The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the Gonzo as he makes his way down the ramp with the WCF World Heavyweight Title around his waist...

Zach Davis: There he is, ladies and gentlemen, the current World Heavyweight Champion about to make his first title defense against the veteran challenger Gonzo Murdock...

Freddy Whoa: Last time they saw each other, Murdock's team walked away with the victory over Dune's Sentinel team. But now Murdock doesn't have a team to rely on.

Gravedigger: Very true. Mostly Murdock seems to agitate inside of the ring more than just outright devastate. Great when you're in a team, but not as a singles wrestler.

Freddy Whoa: Yes, but don't forget, Murdock's durable. He went an hour and a half at War last year, and it took four members of the roster to put him down. Dune hasn't been in the ring longer than 20 minutes in his career, and that was when he took out Natural ICE Beckman for the World Title.

Zach Davis: Well, we may find out tonight just what kind of gas tank that Dune has tonight, as Dune drops his tactical vest and hoists the World Title over his head!!!

Crowd: DUNE! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE!

Freddy Whoa: Plenty of support from the crowd on this for both men...

Zach Davis: I've never heard a crowd so split before tonight!

Gravedigger: I don't see the big deal about either one. I was better than both of them at the points in their careers they're both at, right now...

Freddy Whoa: So what's stopping you from proving it?

Gravedigger: Only when I really need to. Hey, and Kyle Steel with the match announcement!!!

Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF EAST RUTHERFORD, NEW JERSEY!!! It is time for the MAIN EVENT for the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!! This bout will have a sixty-minute time limit and is scheduled for one fall...

First, THE CHALLENGER!!!

He comes to us from THE BURNING LANDS! Weighing in at 222 pounds, he is one-third of the TRIOS CHAMPIONS... GONZO...DEUCE...MURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!!

The building starts to shake, as Gonzo raises his right fist in the air and the crowd noise levels go up with it.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... THE CHAMPION!!!

He comes to us from the BADLANDS OF THE MOJAVE DESERT! Weighing in at 276 pounds, he is the CURRENT, REIGNING WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNE!!!!

Dune pulls the World Heavyweight Championship belt from his waist and raises it over his head with his right hand, as the building begins to chant one of two names...

Crowd: GON-ZO! GON-ZO! GON-ZO!

Crowd: DUNE! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE!

Both wrestlers meet in the middle in the ring, as instructed by the referee, as he pats down first Gonzo, taking care to check the right foot especially carefully...

Gravedigger: I wonder how much he spends on feet to wrestle.

Zach Davis: I think we covered it, but its a densely padded foot with a titanium alloy core. Though Gonzo did say he once broke one earlier on in the WCF.

Gravedigger: No way!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, at Hellimination last year, he broke it on Jay Omega's head.

Gravedigger: Oh, well no damage done there, except to Gonzo's foot...

The referee finishes patting down Dune, before the ref says a few words, and Gonzo holds up his hands. Dune and Gonzo touch fists, as the crowd goes wild with both men backing away from each other to their corners, neither man turning away from each other...

Zach Davis: Waiting for the bell...

DING!

Gonzo bolts from his corner across the ring, as Dune moves out normally...

Freddy Whoa: Gonzo's on the offensive early!

Gravedigger: Dune to meet the grapple, and Gonzo slips the grapple!

Zach Davis: Gonzo has his back, lifts him up...

Gravedigger: Blocked by Dune, swings that big elbow...

Freddy Whoa: And Gonzo ducks...

Zach Davis: Northern Lights Suplex! Referee counts...

1...

Kickout!

Dune rolls from the cover, while Gonzo gets to his feet. Dune is back on his feet before Gonzo could capitalize, as they stare off at each other, the fans going wild over the exchange!!!

Gravedigger: Dune charges Murdock!

Freddy Whoa: Drop toehold for your trouble... GONZO'S GOING FOR THE PHANTOM ITCH!!!

Zach Davis: Dune getting the ropes before it becomes a reality! And Murdock slams the leg of Dune down on the ground

Gravedigger: I don't know if you want to do that, right now. Taunting a man while he's down...

Dune gets to his feet, as Gonzo taunts him, waiting for Dune to get to his feet. Dune gets to his feet, as he stares into Gonzo with those steely cold eyes, as Dune walks in...

Zach Davis: Kick to the legs by Gonzo, followed by an elbow to the face... Knee to the face!

Dune staggers backwards, as Gonzo goes for a crossbody...

Gravedigger: DENIED! DUNE CATCHES HIM WITH A POWERSLAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Zach Davis: THE COVER...

1...

KICKOUT!!!

Gravedigger: Oh, come on ref! That should SO be a two-count...

Zach Davis: What is your beef with Gonzo?

Gravedigger: He ducked me during my last run, and now he's here thinking he's King Shit of Turd Mountain? Please!

Freddy Whoa: Didn't he call you out before you retired?

Gravedigger: Shut it, Freddy...

Dune has taken full control, as he's hit a vertical suplex and a running legdrop on Gonzo, before he puts Gonzo in the Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring...

Zach Davis: Oh, and this is a bad place to be...

Gravedigger: A favorite of desert dwellers everywhere! I think even I have this in my repertoire...

Freddy Whoa: You see that? I think Dune tried to fish-hook Gonzo!

Zach Davis: NO!

Gravedigger: I didn't see it, either. You're favoring Gonzo, aren't you?

Freddy Whoa: Whatever, man... And Gonzo breaks loose, and he's got Dune's feet! Heel hook!

Zach Davis: What a strange move! Dune's on his feet, and writing in pain!

Gravedigger: He's stomping on Gonzo, and now he goes DOWN!!!

Freddy Whoa: Dune gets to the ropes! Referee counting...

1...

2.

Gonzo lets go, as Dune rolls out of the ring...

Zach Davis: And Dune is out of the ring right now, and the referee starts counting...

1...

Gravedigger: Well, it looks like the shot to Gonzo's brainpan from Joey Flash did dick! And Dune's figured that out!

3...

Freddy Whoa: Dune might be unsettling and creepy, but I don't think he'd ever stoop to that level to get over on someone...

5...

Zach Davis: My thoughts exactly, and here comes Dune back in the ring.

Gravedigger: Gonzo for the grapple, and Dune easily puts him in the corner...

Freddy Whoa: Referee calling for a break, and Dune with a chop on Gonzo in the corner!

Crowd: WOO!!!

Gravedigger: And Gonzo shoves back, and a chop of his own to echo through the building!!!

Crowd: WOO!!!

Dune and Gonzo trade chops in the middle of the ring!!!

Dune goes!

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!

Gonzo goes!

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!

Dune swats Gonzo!

Crowd: WOOOOOO!!!

Gonzo swats him back!

Crowd: WOOOOOO!

Dune hits him one more time!!!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!!!

Gonzo rear back and fires one... and another one... and grabs Dune by the arm, and attempts to whip Dune into the ropes...

Gravedigger: Reversal! Dune into the ropes...

Zach Davis: And Dune clotheslines Gonzo something fierce!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Damn near knocked him out of his boots!

Gravedigger: Oh yeah! He went ass over teakettle on that one...

Zach Davis: AND HE DOES IT AGAIN WITH A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!

Gravedigger: Wow! And Dune goes for a cover...

1...

KICKOUT!!!

Zach Davis: Ooh, and Dune looks a little perturbed there...

Gravedigger: Yeah, its going to take more than that, truth be told. And Dune nails him with a forearm!

Freddy Whoa: Dune getting to his feet, pulling Gonzo up with him...

Zach Davis: And Dune's got Gonzo up... Hits the turnbuckle, Oklahoma Slam!

Gravedigger: He's not done! He's climbing a turnbuckle!

Freddy Whoa: You don't see this much, do you? He jumps!

Zach Davis: Frog Splash!

Gravedigger: GONZO GETS HIS FOOT UP! DUNE CATCHES HIS MIDDLE RIGHT ON THAT FOOT OF GONZO MURDOCK!

Zach Davis: This might be a game-changer, here, as both men are still down, and the referee is counting...

1...

2...

3...

Gravedigger: And now Gonzo rolls out of the ring. He's on his feet, but he doesn't look to be in a hurry to get in the ring.

5...

Zach Davis: Dune is getting to his feet, using the ropes as he holds his side...

Gravedigger: He fell on it more so than Gonzo kicked him. Looked like Gonzo had him suspended for a second.

Freddy Whoa: And Gonzo climbing back into the ropes, as Dune gets to his feet.

Zach Davis: And looks like we're back to Square One, as no man seems to be able to gain momentum or control for very long in this match.

Gravedigger: Gotta say, I'm surprised Gonzo's able to hang considering what I know about him. But the thing about him is he's patient, and he waits for the other guy to screw up, first. But unless you can overpower him now, Dune, you might be done, unless you got something in the tank you're hiding!

Gonzo and Dune square off once again, as the fans continue to keep up with the action, as they start to build up noise once again, as they cheer...

Crowd: GON-ZO! GON-ZO! GON-ZO!

Crowd: DUNE! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE!

Dune goes in for the grapple, but Gonzo grabs Dune by the arm, pulling him over himself for a...

Zach Davis: Hiptoss! Dune's back on his feet...

Gravedigger: And down again, and now Gonzo locks in a surfboard, it seems!

Gonzo digs his knee into the back of Dune, as he continues to pull out further at the hands of Dune, as Dune wriggles, but makes no noise, as he's caught in the middle of the ring...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! LOOK AT DUNE MUSCLING OUT!

Gravedigger: I don't believe it!

Zach Davis: The STRENGTH! And Gonzo let's go of one hand, and he drives a knee into the elbow of the hand he keeps, and now Gonzo's got the arm, and he's got Dune on the ground...

Gravedigger: Gonzo goes up... And knee right into the elbow of Dune!

Freddy Whoa: And another one!

Zach Davis: And another! He's trying to break Dune's arm!

Gravedigger: Yeah, without that arm, Dune's pretty much screwed trying to hit Sandstorm, or mount any decent offense.

Freddy Whoa: What's he doing now?

Zach Davis: Looks like he's pulling Dune up, he's straddling Dune's arm. Shades of Ivan Putski, and Gonzo hits Dune in the jaw with a hook kick! And another!

Freddy Whoa: He might be jarring that mask loose! And another!

Gravedigger: Oh! And what a nasty finish! Gonzo just sitting on top of Dune, as he works that arm! I heard that Gonzo was well-versed in submission wrestling, but nothing to this extent!

Freddy Whoa: I think this was what Gonzo meant by Dune not underestimating him. But his is a world-class demonstration on armbar attacks if I've ever seen one.

Zach Davis: Such a versatile hold you can do so much with. And Dune's still hanging in, as we're about to come up to the twenty minute mark!

Gravedigger: And Gonzo pulling Dune to his feet, and he whips him into the ropes, and knee to the face by Gonzo. And apparently Gonzo has taken control of this fight, as Gonzo with the pin...

1...

2..

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: and a two-count!

Gravedigger: Barely! And Gonzo going for the arm again!!!

Freddy Whoa: Dune swats Gonzo away, and he's got Gonzo by the neck, as he jumps up, and...

Gravedigger: DUNE HITS BURROWER! AND HE'S SLOW TO CAPITALIZE!

Zach Davis: Slight pause, now he goes for the cover...

1...

2...

KICK-OUT!

Zach Davis: And a convincing two-count from that one...

Gravedigger: Well, its been the best shot to the brainpan Dune's given him all match. And now he's got to capitalize!

Dune pulls Gonzo to his feet, as he tucks him underneath his arm, before planting him with a Facebreaker DDT in the middle of the ring. Dune then gets to his feet, before going to the corner for another high-risk maneuver...

Gravedigger: Well, Gonzo's not moving now!

Freddy Whoa: Off the turnbuckle...

Zach Davis: Elbow Drop! The cover...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

Gravedigger: Dune's quick to pull Gonzo to his feet, and he's got him tucked away for another DDT, and he lifts him up...

Zach Davis:...still holding...

Freddy Whoa: Whoa...

Gravedigger: And like sand through the Hourglass, he DROPS Gonzo on his head, with the cover!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

Gravedigger: Dune's calling for Sandstorm! This could be it!!!

Zach Davis: He's got it hooked in, Gonzo's on his feet...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Gonzo blocks, AND HE'S GOT DUNE IN THE AIR!!!

Gravedigger: Dune kicking to regain his balance, and Gonzo stumbles backwards, oh and this is not pretty at all!!!

Dune goes over the top rope while still attached to Gonzo, and Gonzo take a ride along with Dune, as both men tumble over the top rope to the floor, as both men spill apart from each other in front of the walkway to the stage. The referee begins a slow ten-count, as both men begin to regain their bearings and their feet...

1...

Zach Davis: And both men are not moving!

3...

Gravedigger: Jeez, ref! Count a little slower?

5...

Freddy Whoa: And both guys using the rail to pull themselves vertical here...

7...

Zach Davis: Both guys are up, and diving for that ring, as the referee doesn't quite make 9!

Gravedigger: That ref really needs to work on his timing! What a crap way to end this if that happened. A RIOT WOULD PROBABLY ENSUE! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!

Zach Davis: Yes, while they square off again, as neither men have figured out how to crack the code on each other.

Dune and Gonzo lock up, which Dune takes to the ropes, before whipping Gonzo into the ropes. Dune rushes, but Gonzo hits the ground, before he runs cross-ways from him. Dune stops in the middle of the ring, as Gonzo comes across with a...

Zach Davis: High Leg Kick!

Gravedigger: Dune ducks! Crash and burn! Dune's running, Gonzo's getting to his feet...

Freddy Whoa: DUST DEVIL!!! DUNE PICKS GONZO UP, AND HE'S GOT HIM SET FOR SANDSTORM!

Zach Davis: Dune lifts him up...

Gravedigger: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! GONZO WITH A HURRICANRANNA TO ESCAPE! DAMMIT!!!

Freddy Whoa: But neither guy is quick to respond, as the ref's checking on both guys. Now he's counting...

1...

Gravedigger: What a waste. Both guys are already getting up.

Freddy Whoa: Look at Dune. Second time Gonzo's managed to escape a Sandstorm. You gotta stop and think if Dune can even hit it on Gonzo.

Zach Davis: Gonzo must sweat grease, or something. To break out of Sandstorm twice, and DUNE HAS STARTED SLUGGING IT OUT WITH MURDOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

Gravedigger: AND FRUSTRATION HAS SET IN!!! And we're at around the 30 minute mark! Dune's longest match in the WCF right here!

Freddy Whoa: He wanted the best, well, he got the best! As Gonzo's going blow for blow with Dune!!! Neither man backing down!

Zach Davis: And Dune gets the best of this, as he's knocked Gonzo into the ropes...

Gravedigger: GONZO DUCKS THE DUST... DAMMIT!!!

Zach Davis: CHUCK NORRIS SPECIAL ON DUNE!!! THE COVER!!!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

Freddy Whoa: HE AIN'T DONE!!! HE'S TAKING DUNE TO...

Gravedigger: DUNE ESCAPES, AND HE PRESSES GONZO OVER HIS HEAD!!!

Zach Davis: With authority, a POWERSLAM! DUNE'S ON HIS FEET!!! HE'S CALLING FOR THE SANDSTORM!!!

Freddy Whoa: HE'S GOT IT LOCKED ON GONZO. UP...

Gravedigger: WITH AUTHORITY!!! DUNE WITH THE COVER!!!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Gravedigger: I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!!

Zach Davis: GONZO KICKED OUT OF SANDSTORM! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!

Freddy Whoa: WWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! GONZO STILL ALIVE!!! DUNE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS CROWD IS STARTING TO GET LOUD AGAIN!!!

Gravedigger: And Gonzo's fucking BROKEN! He can't even get out of the fetal position!

Zach Davis: And Dune grabbing Gonzo and whipping him into a corner, and a Stinger Splash on Gonzo!

Freddy Whoa: And he's got Gonzo up on the turnbuckle. He's setting him up for something here...

Gravedigger: I hope so, too. Gonzo's a walking corpse as it is, might as well end him now...

Zach Davis: And Dune's quick to get to that top turnbuckle. He's starting to lock in... Oh, he's not going to hit Sandstorm from up there, is he?

Freddy Whoa: GONZO'S FIGHTING IT!!! HE'S GOT HIS FEET WRAPPED IN THE ROPES! DUNE'S STRUGGLING TO LIFT GONZO!

Gravedigger: And Gonzo tosses him from the top rope! Gonzo hits the ground!

Zach Davis: AND DUNE ROLLS WITH THE THROW! HE'S ON HIS FEET, HE'S WAITING FOR HIM...

Gravedigger: Yes... YES...

Freddy Whoa: HE'S BEHIND YOU, GONZO!!!

Gonzo stumbles backwards, as Dune quickly turns, kicks, then locks Gonzo in the...

Gravedigger: SANDSTORM! AND HE HITS IT!!! THE COVER!!!

1...

2...

3!!!

The bell sounds, as Kyle Steel is quick to announce the winner of the match, as he's barely audible over a crowd losing their minds!!!

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall and STILL WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... DUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNE!!!!!!!!!

Gravedigger: YES!!!! PAY ME, BITCH!!!!

Freddy Whoa: CRAP!!!

Zach Davis: HE'S REPRESENTED THE INTERNET! HE CONQUERED THE TRILOGY! HE CAUSED THE GLOBAL MELTDOWN OF THE ICE AGE, AND HAS NOW SURVIVED THE FEAR AND LOATHING THAT IS GONZO DEUCE MURDOCK!

Gravedigger: And GOD HELP THOSE THAT FACE HIM NEXT AT ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN!

Freddy Whoa: Gonzo'll get there again, and he's proved he's Main Event material tonight, even without the World Title...

Kyle Steel hands the WCF World Title to Dune and goes to raise his hand, but Dune yanks his arm away and calls for a mic. Someone tosses one up to him and he snatches it out of the air before turning and glaring toward the locker room. He holds the mic up to his mask, amplifying his heavy breathing before he growls into it.

Dune: Joey Flash.

Boos rain down from the crowd as Dune continues.

Dune: Big night for you, Joey. First you attack my brother, fellow Sentinel, and Television Champion, Howard Black...and as if you needed more powerful enemies. Then you soften up Gonzo before my first World Title defense as if somehow under the delusion that I wouldn’t have been able to pin him cleanly on my own. Well let me tell you something, Joey: I didn’t need your help a month ago when I won the Title, I didn’t need it tonight, and I sure as fuck won’t need it a month from now when I take on the best the WCF has to offer at Ultimate Showdown and walk away with the World Title safely in hand.

The crowd pops before Dune goes on.

Dune: But you won’t be there….you want to fight me one-on-one. How admirable, Joey. Well I promise you you’ll get your shot. After I’ve proven to the world that I’m the greatest WCF Champion of all-time, that’s when you’ll get your chance to knock me off - when the stakes couldn’t be any higher. Pity for you, because I thrive under pressure. Do you, Joey? No...but I’ll see to it that you burn instead.

The crowd pops as Dune tosses the mic and walks toward the ropes. Before he exits the ring, he shoots his arm up, raising the WCF World Title for all to see. After a huge ovation, he steps between the ropes and hops down from the apron, making his way up the ramp toward the curtain as Blast fades out.

Table of Contents

Blast Intro

Petrov vs Abaddon vs David Sanchez

Isaiah Chavis Segment

Adam Blake vs Teo Del Sol

Gonzo Murdock/Jonny Fly Segment

Logan vs BioWalker

Torture Segment

Raymond Hatcher Segment

Raymond Hatcher/Night Rider vs Joey Flash/Celeste

Corey Black Segment

Gemini Battle vs Jackson White

Adam Young Segment

Juggalo Warrior's Hardcore Open: Oblivion vs Isaiah Chavis

??? Segment

Hardcore Match: Zombie McMorris vs Jay Omega

Night Rider Segment

Internet Title Match: Kyle Kemp vs K.L Henson vs Jack Coston vs Alex Richards

People's Title Match: Vulgar vs Spencer Adams vs Scarecrow

Howard Black Segment

Television Title Match: Howard Black vs Thomas Uriel Bates

United States Title Match: Kaz Picks The Stipulation: Danny Anderson vs Kaz Mazy vs Mikey eXtreme

Gemini Battle Segment

Winner Is Entered into Ultimate Showdown: Jeff Purse vs Jonny Fly

Attack!

Hardcore Title Match: Torture vs Marc Mayhem

Joey Flash Segment

World Title Match: Deuce Murdock vs Dune

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Torture
Match:
Deuce Murdock vs Dune
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Dune
Hardcore:
Marc Mayhem
Television:
Thomas Uriel Bates
United States:
Mikey eXtreme
Peoples:
Scarecrow
Internet:
Alex Richards
Tag Team:
Kaz Mazy/???
Trios:
The DRG