Backstage in the Pantheon locker room, Steve Orbit is pumping up for his big tag match tonight. In walks Corey Black, smiling from ear to ear. He goes over to Orbit, and the Two Black Dudes take part in an overly complicated mysterious secret handshake that cannot be put into words. Much like the mysterious Pantheon theme music.
Steve Orbit: What's good?
Corey Black: Main motherfuckin' event, my nigga! That's what's good.
Steve Orbit: I sure hope so, puttin' a whoopin' on ol' Waylon Cash is going to be a treat. As is rocking and rolling with your boy The Tort!
Corey Black: Damn shiz, ninja. Hold on to your butt, it's going to be a ride.
Steve Orbit: I know Torture is good, but I mean ... is he THAT good?
Corey Black: In all honesty, dude could do this match on his own. The fact that you're there is a sure-fire victory. You want to beat Cash? You take Cash out. You want to break Cash? You let Torture take him, and you finish the job with your own hands. Waylon wouldn't be able to handle that at all. He'd probably pull a Jordan Caliban and quit all together.
Steve Orbit: For sure, fosho. Nothing would please me more than beating Cash again, I can't let Torture have all the fun.
Corey Black: Hey, whatever works best. The option is there, but I know you can do it yourself. Torture is a great compliment to anyone, as long as you're on the same page. And you are, so the chemistry will be as strong as any other partner you've had. Tort taught me a lot about tag-wrestling, there's a certain method to the madness and he has it down. That's why I'm so good at it, it's all Torture's teachings. And Rick Mad too but whatever, Tort is greater than Mad.
Steve Orbit: I believe you, dude. Thanks for having my back.
Corey Black: Pantheon is Pantheon, dude. Tear it down.
Le-fade to someone less cool than Steve Orbit and Corey Black
Explosion cuts backstage to WCF Interviewer Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with one of WCF’s newest talents, none other than Marina Valdivia.
Marina walks in to a decent reaction from the fans in Chicago. She’s looking confident for tonight.
Hank Brown: Marina, last week on Slam, you made quite the impressive debut in the triple threat match against Evan Vayne and Carrie Storm and on top of that, you got the victory. How are you feeling coming off of that win and going into your match tonight?
Marina Valdivia: First off, I was so thrilled to make my WCF debut. I’ve been in this business for a while and I’ve been in some great companies and others where well….I won’t get into that! But still, I’ve been wanting to get back to basics in the professional wrestling business for quite some time. Of course, WCF is all about taking that back to basics approach so I know this place is the company for me! But being out there in front of a real wrestling audience was an amazing feeling and of course, the fact that I got the victory made the wait for an opportunity like WCF much more worth it! As for tonight? Three opponents instead of two? That’s a challenge that doesn’t intimidate me! I’ve beaten Carrie before, and to be honest, she lacks the star qualities to be a success. Stryder? Does he wear a mask to be scary? Or does he wear a mask to mask his embarrassment from his own failures? And James Fatel? He’s been around a while, but having more WCF experience doesn’t mean anything. Like last week, I’m coming in with the most heart, fire and desire to be the best and that will carry me to victory once again!
Hank Brown: With that attitude, I have no doubt that you’re a goal-oriented young woman. So, that being said, what are your goals for your career in this company?
Marina Valdivia: I’m so sure that over the years that this great company has been around, many people have come in and have said “I want to be the best. I want to be the WCF World Champion! I want to be the greatest of all time”. I’m not like those people. Of course, winning the world championship should be something everyone WCF strives for, but I’m not going to harp on that so much. But my main goal is simple! See, I’ve grown up with people telling me that I couldn’t make it in life. I’ve come up in this business over the years with people telling me that I don’t have what it takes to be a wrestler. I have lost count of all the times people in this business have crossed me off as “irrelevant” or a “no talent hack”. And yet, I’ve been able to get through it all to get to this point. My main goal is to be an inspiration to those in the same boat that I’ve been in, whether I win or whether I lose. Whether I’m the World Champion or whether I’m the Internet Champion, whether I hold a title or not, it doesn’t matter! It’s the passion and heart that makes a wrestler, not a trophy case of championships. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I won’t aim for championship gold or that I won’t aim for success, because anyone that has no desire for either one doesn’t belong here. But at the end of the day, I know what’s truly important in this business!
Hank Brown: Lastly, are there any final words you want to say to your opponents tonight?
Marina Valdivia: My last words are simple! Don’t underestimate me, don’t write me off, and don’t try to break me! Why? Because at the end of the day, it’s going to come back and get you where it hurts! I have never played around in my career, and I don’t plan on doing so. Thus, my opponents better recognize that for their own sake.
At this point, WCF People’s Champion Stacy Robinson walks in on the interview.
Stacy Robinson: Hello Marina, I’m Stacy Robinson, WCF People’s Champion.
Marina Valdivia: Hey! What brings you here?
Stacy Robinson: I just wanted to come by and once again congratulate you on a very impressive debut last week. I remember my debut here, the match ended up being a no contest because the 'then' WCF Owner, Sarah Twilight decided she'd book me against a steroid ridden freak of nature, whilst I was heavily pregnant with my second child might I add. You remind me of me when I first started here, a young, confident woman who's always eager to prove her worth in this line of work.
Marina Valdivia: Is that so? Well, thanks for the compliments. I have never been one to back down from a challenge, nor have I ever been one to be satisfied with where I’m at. I’ve always wanted to push myself to a higher level no matter what! I do see the same qualities within you, especially recently when it comes to Chelsea Black Armstrong kidnapping your brother like that. I know you’ll be teaching her a lesson one of these days.
Stacy Robinson: Oh you can bet everything you own on that! Once I rip Benjamin Atreyu's throat out, I'm going after Chelsea. Hell, even if I have to go through her fucking husband to get to her, I'll do it!
Marina Valdivia: I wish you the best of luck with that, I know you'll get it done when it all comes down to it. I know exactly what you mean when it comes to couples hiding behind each other.
Marina pauses to laugh.
Marina Valdivia: In any case, I'm impressed by what you've done and that People's Championship you have is proof of your skill. But really, if you think about it, it appears we may have more in common than what meets the eye.
Stacy Robinson: Thanks, yeah this is the first Championship I've held here in the WCF, the fact it's the People's Championship makes it even better for me as I've always done this job for the people who keep us in them, the fans. And we may have more in common than what meets the eye you say?
Marina Valdivia: Oh, definitely! It's more than meets the eye, like I said. We're both driven to succeed! We're both highly motivated to not allow anyone to bring us down, and we both show qualities of being unbreakable in even the most trying situations. Of course, I'm sure you've been through so much over the years in this business, as I have. I know it probably goes deeper than this, but that's the basics of it.
Stacy Robinson: Oh trust me, I've been through Hell and back many times during my wrestling career. Tell you what, how about I tell you all about my life in wrestling later tonight when we both go out and celebrate our victories with a few drinks, you up for that?
Marina Valdivia: That sounds great to me! Now then, it's time to start the fun tonight in that very ring!
Stacy Robinson: Damn right, good luck in there Marina...
Marina Valdivia: Same to you!
With that, both ladies smile at each other before they go their separate ways.
Hank Brown: Interesting, a nice showing of respect from the People’s champion to Marina Valdivia. Great to see the warm welcome extended to a newcomer from one of our champions. Back to you guys at ringside!
The instrumental introduction of "Diamonds From Sierra Leone" plays, as a single spotlight shines at the top of the stage. It hovers there, until the opening lyrics are heard leaving Kayne West's mouth, when DeShawn Carr comes out from behind the curtain, wearing a black muscle shirt, White tights that have orange and green trim, with black fingerless MMA gloves on both hands that have the Miami Hurricanes logo emblazoned on the right hand side. Slowly making his way down the ramp, he shows nothing but focus on the task, looking at the ring,
Zach Davis: And there is DeShawn Carr, an all star out of Miami, a potential first over all pick in the NFL draft, this kid has a wealth of natural talent, but can he translate an All American football career into success in Pro Wrestling?
Erin Robbins: You see one big jock, you see them all..
Before Erin can finish her thought, Red Dragon bursts forth from the curtains, sprinting towards DeShawn, barbed wire kendo stick in hand, the fans scream out, trying to warn DeShawn of the impending attack, but to no avail, just as the big man enters the ring side area, Red Dragon swings back the kendo stick, measuring DeShawn quickly, delivering a very swift blow to the back, DeShawn screams out in a combination of shock and pain, as the small razors of the barbed wire dig into his broad shoulders.
Erin Robbins: Oh, what a brutal welcome to WCF, Red Dragon wasting no time making his presence felt
Zach Davis: What a disgusting sneak attack. And the bell has yet to ring, this is all legal.
Red Dragon is relentless, swinging the weapon like a madman. He is able to land several blows before DeShawn quickly spins around, deflecting yet another blow with his forearm, which knocks the weapon to the grown, disarming his assailant. With rage burning in his eyes from the heinous sneak attack, DeShawn turns the tide with several quick rights to the jaw and head of Red Dragon, each punch rocking the Dragon backwards. The ref waves his hand to the time keeper, who rings the bell.
Zach Davis: Now the match has officially begun, but I wonder if the damage has already been done?
Erin Robbins: Look at DeShawns back Zach? That shirt is splattered with blood, I think Red Dragon cut DeShawns back up pretty bad with that barbed wire.
Zach Davis: It's one thing to have a outside Linebacker edge rush your left tackle for the sack, this is wholly different, Red Dragon trying to get a cheap underhanded edge over his opponent.
Sensing his opponent is sufficiently stunned momentarily, DeShawn steps back, taking a three point stance, the fans cheer loudly as he snaps forward with the speed of a pass rushing defensive end, nailing Dragon like a Mack truck, the nearby fans hear a loud thud as Dragon crashes to the ground.
Zach Davis: WOW!! Red Dragon will be feeling that tomorrow, what awesome strength from the big DeShawn Carr.
Erin Robbins: What a sick thud, that must have been like hitting a brick wall, DeShawn has definitely turned the tide, but can he keep it?
DeShawn smiles to the crowd, as they cheer him on. He picks up his opponent, looking him over once. before lifting the Dragon up, pressing him high overhead, then unceremoniously tossing him through the second and top ring ropes, into the ring.
Zach Davis: MY GOODNESS, as of the shoulder tackle wasn't enough, what a display of strength, this kid has massive potential here in WCF.
Erin Robbins: But he's showing rookie inexperience, entertaining the fans instead of focusing on his opponent. Red Dragon ain't no slouch, he's quick, and as he just showed us just moments ago, has a killer instinct.
DeShawn takes too much time, once he climbs up to the ring apron, stepping through the ropes and into the ring, the Red Dragon is able to recover his wits, snarling at DeShawn, he then starts hitting DeShawn with fierce rights and lefts, peppering the big man with hard jabs and punches.
Erin Robbins: There is that quickness and killer instinct Zach, A man wants it bad enough he will do anything to get it, Red Dragon isn't messing around, he's here to kick butt and chew gum, and he's all out of gum Zach
In the ring, DeShawn covers up as best he can, but and nearly 7 feet tall, he makes for an easy target. Red Dragon backs him into a turnbuckle, then lands two hard knees into his midsection, then grabbing DeShawns hair, sinks his teeth deep into the flesh of Carr's forehead.
Erin Robbins: Screw gum Zach, he just found a substitute for that!!
Zach Davis: He claims to be the true son of Satan, no doubt he has a hunger for human flesh and a thirst for blood
Erin Robbins: He's a zombie, Zach?
As Zach rolls his eyes at Erin's poor attempts at humor, the ref reprimands Dragon for unsportsmanlike behavior, but Dragon ignores it, kicking his opponent in the stomach a few more times, before grabbing DeShawns wrist, and attempting to whip the big man into the next corner. But DeShawn grabs the top rope with his free hand, refusing to budge, Red Dragon connects with a hard open hand chop to the chest.
Zach Davis: I think Red Dragon has targeted DeShawn Carr's back, with that vicious pre match attack with the barbed wire kendo stick, this might be his game plan.
Dragon attempts another whip, DeShawn hands on tight, shaking his head no at the Dragon, who is getting upset, he connects with four more open hand chops, each one harder than the last,
Crowd: Whoooo! Whoooo! Whoooo! Whooo!
Zach Davis: Some vicious chops to the chest, I think it's going to take more than that to get the big man out of the corner, though.
Erin Robbins: *singing* GUM-BY-YA MY LORD, GUM-BY-YA!!
Zach Davis: WILL YOU PLEASE STOP!!
Meanwhile, back to the ring, in spite of the red whelps beginning to appear on his chest, DeShawn won't budge, Red Dragon decides the chops are not working, he takes a different approach and works on another body part, hitting two stiff side kicks to the leg of his opponent, DeShawn winces in pain, letting go of the top rope to try and block the kicks, Dragon takes advantage, pulling his opponent out of the corner throwing him to the other side. Carr hits hard, the pain shoots through his upper body, but he thinks quickly, with the mind of a seasoned vet, he shoots out of the corner, swinging his arm out wide, catching the Red Dragon in the chest with a powerful clothesline. DeShawn then drops a quick elbow to the sternum, quickly wrapping up a leg hoping for a quick victory.
Zach Davis: Carr attempting a pin, could this be it?
Erin Robbins: DENIED, like a bad credit card.
Zach looks over and Erin, wondering where the hell she got this horrible sense of humor all of a sudden, meanwhile, back in the ring, Red Dragon was able to kick out. DeShawn knows his opponent has too much fight still left in him, the former football star picks up his opponent, hitting several hard punches to the head, followed by a vicious headbutt, the fans cheer, rooting on the good guy, DeShawn quickly throws Red Dragons arm over his shoulder, plants his feet, and picks the Dragon up over his head, dropping him down on his back.
Zach Davis: Text book snap suplex, you don't see that sort of thing from guys that big.
DeShawn rolls over, grabbing Dragons leg for another count, but just as the ref gets in position, Dragon reaches around, scrapping his nails dangerously close to DeShawn's pupils, breaking the pin. DeShawn cries out, covering his eyes in pain, Dragon takes a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, not wasting any more time than necessary, he hits the ropes, he flips over DeShawn, grabbing his head and whipping it forward.
Erin Robbins: Red Dragon with that killer instinct on display again, brag about the All American super jock all you want Zach, you can't train hunger and desire, and Red Dragon has it. This man will do anything to win, he doesn't care what it is, a win is a win is a win, that is all that matters,
Carr falls back, grabbing his neck, in pain after the head whip from Red Dragon, who wastes no time and continues the onslaught, spotting the big man laying flat on the mat, Dragon runs to the ropes, hitting an awesome rolling thunder, even getting cheers from the crowd.
Zach Davis: What a move, that could be all she rode in this one, That was an awesome Rolling Thunder from Red Dragon
Erin Robbins: Oh, near fall. Dragon has Carr right where he wants him, DeShawn getting a taste of what TRUE pro wrestling is all about.
DeShawn is able to kick out just before the ref's hand hits the mat. Red Dragon is relentless, he punishes DeShawn with three wickedly fast corkscrew elbows, then jumps onto the second ropes strands, pushing himself back off landing leg first onto the chest of Carr, he goes for another pin
Erin Robbins: He wraps the leg, the ref might as well count to twenty Zach, this is over.
Zach Davis: Oh, not yet Erin, DeShawn showing he has guts and is as rugged as they come.
Carr throws his leg over the third rope, the referee stops the count, patting Dragon on the back, pointing to the leg draped over the rope.
Zach Davis: Smart move, but does he have anything left, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Jock Boy is going to have to dig deep, let's see what he's got.
Dragon doesn't show any frustration. He grabs a hand full of hair, and pounds mercilessly on Carr's head several times. With an evil grin on his face, he walks over to an opposing turnbuckle, grabbing the tope ring rope, crouching down, staring eagle eyed as DeShawn slowly struggles to get back to his feet.
Erin Robbins: Lock the doors, and put the kiddies to sleep folks, Red Dragon is about to put this one away.
Zach Davis: Look at those eyes, Red Dragon has nothing but bad intentions, You are right, this could very well be the end.
Once DeShawn is back on his feet, he stumbles, trying to find his opponent, He finally spots Dragon, who shoots out from the corner, hitting a massive clothesline from hell.
Erin Robbins: Clothesline from hell, cha.....
Zach Davis: UNBELIEVABLE!!
The fans all stand, cheering madly, Dragon looks on in utter shock, the move seemed to only strengthen the football star, as he stands tall, fire in his eyes, shaking his head, the clothesline from hell seemed to have no effect, Dragon takes a dead run towards the ropes, hitting DeShawn with another clothesline, the fans cheer again
Erin Robbins: Holy Crap, it's like Red Dragon was just a gust of wind, that move had no effect
Zach Davis: Red Dragon has to be beyond shocked, DeShawn Carr just shrugged off that clothesline from hell like it was nothing,
Dragon takes a step back, trying to calculate his next move, but gives DeShawn the perfect distance, and gets nailed hard with a boot to the face. His body rocks, then falls to the mat.
Zach Davis: Not sure what Dragon was thinking, he might have been going for another Clothesline from hell, and got a face full of boot for it.
Taking advantage of the momentum swing, lifting up the stunned Dragon, leaning him against the ropes, then Irish whips Dragon, taking a three point stance, the fans go wild as he hits a spear on the rebounding Dragon, nearly folding him up like an accordion,
Erin Robbins: WHAT?
Zach Davis: What athleticism, We've seen spears from all over the world but never from a guy this big, wow!!!
Carr quickly goes for the pin, the ref checks the shoulder,
The fans cheer wildly as Carr raises his hand in victory.
Erin: It was the gum Zach, Red Dragon had no gum.
Zach Davis: What ever Erin, DeShawn Carr with a great match here tonight, and what a fantastic showing,
DeShawn Carr steps out of the ring, shaking hands of his adoring fans as he makes his way back to the locker rooms.
Jam Willy Jesus is sprawled on a toilet in a bathroom stall located somewhere in the bowels of the United Center. His Carcass T-shirt is rumpled and untucked, leather jacket strewn over the door, jeans draped around his ankles. Willy's face is contorted into a grimace. We hear a rapid succession of "explosions", presumably emanating from Jam Willy's posterior, and tonight's pay-per-view is already living up to its moniker.
Jam Willy Jesus: Bear with me, folks. I didn't intend to cut this promo from the commode.
Willy grits his teeth and unleashes another massive shatter, the exodus of flatulence so powerful that it shakes the bowl to its very foundation and causes the stall around him to sway to and fro like a palm tree caught in the midst of a hurricane.
Jam Willy Jesus: Boy, howdy! Yours truly, "The Son of God" hit up one of Chicago's seedier Mexican buffets for lunch earlier today and now I'm paying the price for my sins, specifically the sin of gluttony. Don't you worry though, folks. It's gonna take a lot more than a couple platefuls of rancid Jalapeño Possum to sideline Ol' Jam Willy. Doc Henry, if you're watching this, you can rest assured that I'll be dispensing my brand of divine justice upon your sorry cranium in mere moments.
Willy rips a wad of single ply toilet paper off the roll and haphazardly wipes his backside.
Jam Willy Jesus: The Resurrection begins tonight, my people; "The Modern Day Messiah" returns to singles action, live on the WCF Network! This spiritual awakening has been two long years in the making and believe me when I say that I've got a whole lot of pent up frustration that's just festering inside of me--
Without warning, Jam Willy's derrière begins rootin' and tootin' like Louis Armstrong on a hot trumpet solo.
Jam Willy Jesus: Ooooh damn. I think I just expelled a Chicago sized chunk of that pent up frustration. Good night! Phew!
Jam Willy reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a fifth of cherry flavored Kaopectate. He chugs the stomach soothing elixir like it was some bottom shelf vodka and then wipes his mouth on his forearm. He tosses the bottle into the receptacle basket across the restroom without even looking at it. It appears as if the bottle were being guided by unseen hands from above.
Willy does a final wipe about the rim and then flushes. He rises to his feet, pulls up his jeans, grabs his jacket and then washes up with soap and hot water. Willy takes a good long look at himself in the mirror. His pained grimace has transformed into a hardened look of hatred, an expression that has no doubt been reserved for his rival in tonight's bout.
Jam Willy Jesus: Oh you're a dead man, Doc Henry. I just dropped one pile of shit and now it's time for me to drop another!
The scene abruptly cuts to Zach and Erin sitting at the announce table.
Zach Davis: That was... interesting.
Erin Robbins: I'm just surprised that he washed his hands.
Zach Davis: Well this next contest is a grudge match to say the least. Just a few weeks ago neither Doc Henry nor Jam Willy Jesus were even on the active roster, but both men have since returned to the WCF limelight in a big way and they've proven to be at each others throats like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
Erin Robbins: Indeed, Zach. These are two men with vastly different belief systems and moral compasses. Doc Henry has been known to take some shortcuts in his day but he claims to be a reformed man who's merely looking to assert his veteran credentials upon an ungrateful and disrespectful crop of WCF newcomers. Meanwhile, Jam Willy Jesus claims to be the "Son of God" and he's singled out Doc as representing the evil inside of every man's soul, going so far as to label Doc as "The Devil Himself".
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Griffen, Georgia, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds... DOC HENRY!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: Doc has held virtually every piece of hardware in WCF, with the notable exception being the World Title. I'm sure Doc would love to get a win here in his return to pay-per-view and establish himself as a legitimate contender to Steve Orbit's World Championship.
Erin Robbins: I think you mean Waylon Cash's World Championship?
Zach Davis: I said what I meant, you daft little thang.
Erin Robbins: You're an asshole, Zach.
Doc hands his black leather duster and cowboy hat to the So Cal Val lookalike ringside attendant. He then walks over to referee Zip Wingdinger and discreetly slips the ref an envelop while whispering into his ear.
Zach Davis: I wonder what Doc is talking to the ref about? And what was in that envelop that he handed Zip?
Erin Robbins: He's probably just returning some tapes.
Zach Davis: Uh yeah. Okay.
The opening strains of "Paegan Love Song" by Acid Bath hit the PA and the crowd comes to life as the arena lights turn to a dim glow.
"Dying felt so goddamn good today
The darkened silhouette of Jam Willy Jesus appears at the entrance way and the cheers grow louder. Jam Willy acknowledges the fans by pounding his chest with his left fist twice and then raising that same fist into the air, before starting his walk down the aisle.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Belfast, North Dakota, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds... JAM WILLY JESUS!
A prison style spotlight follows Jam Willy as he slaps hands with the fans that have come to greet him along the security barrier, and makes his way down to the ring.
Jam Willy rolls into the ring and climbs onto the turnbuckles, raising both arms into the air while the fans shower him with cheers. Willy nods his head and smiles then hops off of the turnbuckles. He uses the ring ropes to do some last-minute stretches before the match begins.
Zach Davis: There he is, "The Madman from the Badlands" Jam Willy Jesus!
Erin Robbins: Best nickname in WCF, Zach? I think so.
Zach Davis: I still think "Puddles Price" has a nice ring to it. Nevertheless, it appears as though Willy didn't have time to change into his usual wrestling attire. He's still wearing his street clothes.
Erin Robbins: Can't blame him. He was sitting on the can, puttin in work at the eleventh hour. Prolly didn't want to risk soiling a perfectly good pair of wrestling trunks.
The referee walks over to Jam Willy and has a word with him.
Zach Davis: Looks like the ref is asking Willy about his attire.
Erin Robbins: I don't think so, Zach. I'm not a lip reading expert, but it looked like Zip just told Willy "No DQ's".
Zach Davis: Oh right. Zip realizes how much these two guys hate each other. He must be warning them not to do anything stupid or he'll disqualify them.
Erin Robbins: That makes sense, Zach. You made an intelligent observation for once in your life. Congratulations!
Zip walks over to ring announcer Kyle Steel and whispers into his ear. Kyle listens to what Zip is telling him and then nods his head.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Zip Wingdinger has declared that this match will be contested under "No Disqualification" rules!
The crowd pops big for that announcement. Doc and Mary laugh it up in their corner of the ring like a couple of cackling hyenas. Jam Willy for his part appears totally unfazed by the announcement as if he were expecting it.
Zach Davis: No disqualifications? Is that what Doc was doing? Slipping the ref a bribe to get the rules thrown out?
Erin Robbins: Who cares? This is awesome! These two are gonna rip each other apart!
Normally Zip would search both men for weapons before the match but it's No DQ so... who cares? He calls for the bell!
Doc and Jam Willy take a moment to size each other up. They circle the ring a bit before warily locking up. Jam Willy gains the advantage with a cheap knee to the balls and then whips off his leather coat, using it to straitjacket Doc. With Doc trapped, Willy yanks off his beaded necklace and wraps it around his fingers before pummeling Doc repeatedly in the head with it.
Zach Davis: Jam Willy has Doc in a world of hurt already! He's got Doc lassoed like a wild hog and he's busting him open with those beads!
Erin Robbins: I just hope those aren't anal beads. Doc could catch himself a nasty case of MRSA.
Doc frees himself from his encumberments and gives Willy a taste of his own medicine with a knee landed flush to the gonads. Doc reaches into his trunks and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. The Southern Rogue goes ballistic pummeling Willy's skull with the knux, whipping the crowd into a further frenzy.
Zach Davis: These two men are showing no regard for their own well-being, just beating the ever loving spit out of each other!
Erin Robbins: The games end tonight, Zach. No more trash talk. No more psychological warfare. It's time to fight and these men do it better than anyone!
Doc and Jam Willy go back and forth now-- Doc unloads with the knux to Willy's skull! Willy fires back with a beaded fist to Doc's skull! Doc! Willy! Doc! Willy! Doc! Willy! Doc! Willy! The fans are going bonkers as blood pours from the craniums of both superstars!
Zach Davis: Rock em sock em robots action and neither man is giving an inch!
Erin Robbins: Oof! Doc just landed another knee to the nether region and that staggers Willy! Doc measures Willy... SPEAR! He speared him! Doc gets the first takedown of the match!
Willy don't like it-- he cracks Doc in the jaw with a nasty upkick and kips up to his feet. Jam Willy sees an opening and he springboards off the top rope for his patented roundhouse kick--
Zach Davis: Armageddon, Cha-Cha-Cha! NO! Doc cracks Willy in the skull with a chair! Where the hell did he get that chair?
Erin Robbins: Mary handed it to him! How did you miss that, Zach?
Zach Davis: I was checking out her ass; I wasn't paying attention to what her hands were doing!
Doc celebrates with his wife, a cocky grin on his face and a bulge in his pants. Meanwhile, Willy's head is ringing as he tries to regain his bearings on the mat. Doc shoves his tongue down Mary's throat and Mary reciprocates amidst cheers and catcalls from the fans.
Zach Davis: I'm not going to lie, I'm jealous of Doc right now but I think he's making a mistake by wasting time like this.
Erin Robbins: They call him "Doc the Cock" for a reason, Zach, and he's making his bones right now.
Doc finally turns his attention back to his opponent and floors Jam Willy in the head OVER AND OVER AGAIN with the chair, denting it, bending it, wearing it out along with Willy's skull. The crowd counts along with each chair shot: THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! Finally Doc tosses the chair aside and makes the cover on Willy.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TW--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: What the hell? Doc didn't even get a two count! He just cracked Willy in the skull with that chair fifteen times! He bent the chair in half!
Erin Robbins: Willy's got that crazy smile on his face, Zach. I think Doc awakened the demon inside of The Modern Day Messiah!
Doc gets back to his feet and whips Willy into the ropes. Willy rebounds. Doc goes for another Spear-- Willy leapfrogs Doc. Doc spins around, AND EATS A LEG LARIAT FROM WILLY! Both men back to their feet now. Willy plants Doc with a Cradle DDT.
Zach Davis: Cradle DDT by the Messiah and he points to the top rope! He's going high risk!
Erin Robbins: We've seen this from him in the past. Willy is a man with serious ups.
Shooting Star Press by Jam Willy Jesus! But Doc gets his boot up and Willy eats a steel spiked spur!
Zach Davis: Doc gets his foot up and that steel spur on his boot just busted Willy open! Well, busted him open even more I should say!
Erin Robbins: Willy just spit out a tooth!
Doc gets back up and unloads on Willy with more closed fists. He measures Willy and then drops him with a chop block to the back of the knee. Willy grimaces as he hits the mat. Doc seizes his opportunity and quickly traps Willy in an Indian Deathlock.
Zach Davis: Old school submission maneuver by Doc Henry! Willy is feeling the burn and I ain't talkin about the clap you might get from droppin a deuce on one of them United Center johns!
Erin Robbins: You can't catch it from a toilet seat, Zach!
Zach Davis: Oh well you would be the expect on these matters, Erin.
Erin Robbins: You're a walking wenis, Zach!
Willy grits his teeth and scowls into Doc's soul with hate rays. Doc laughs in Willy's face. Willy pushes himself up using the ring canvas and bonks Doc in the head with an onslaught of hammer fists. Doc cusses up a storm, insulting Willy's deceased mother and calling him every name in the book. An enraged Jesus ruptures Doc's equilibrium with a savage backfist.
Zach Davis: Willy broke that hold the old fashioned way! You can't get a rope break in this No DQ environment, so Willy punched his way out of that conundrum!
Erin Robbins: Never talk about The Messiah's mother, Zach. The woman was a saint.
Willy measures Doc, who is on hands and knees now, and FUCKING CRACKS DOC'S SKULL WITH A HORRIFIC SHINING WIZARD! The crowd is huffing monkey balls right now they're so hyped. Mary climbs onto the ring apron, drawing Willy's attention. Willy, not having much experience with exotic black ladies, has his curiosity piqued.
Zach Davis: I can guarantee you that Jam Willy ain't never seen a woman like Mary back home in North Dakota, but this is a mistake. Don't let her distract you, son! She's a Jezebel! The Bible warned us about her, Willy!
Erin Robbins: Aww let him get a nut off, Zach. He's used to shagging sheep.
Zach Davis: She flashed him! Mary just flashed her goodies at Willy and this crowd is going nuts!
Erin Robbins: Even I'm getting a bit flush right now, Zach. Nice rack, Mary!
Mary coaxes Willy with her formidable bosom and then clocks him in the head with her platform heel. Willy is down!
Zach Davis: Jezebel! She's a damn Jezebel!
Erin Robbins: There's no rules in love and war, Zach! Mary is a complex modern woman! Leave her be!
Mary drops off the apron and pops her shoe back on while Doc uses her interference to regain control of the match. Doc waits for Willy to get up and drills Jesus with the Confederate Rocket! Doc makes another cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Back up from the mat, Doc whips Willy into the ropes-- flying back elbow from Doc the Cock right in the yap! Willy rolls out of the ring to comport himself. Doc builds up a head of steam-- suicide dive by Doc! Willy moves out of the way! Doc hits the fan barrier!
Zach Davis: Doc landed head first into the ring barrier! He went high risk and it backfired!
Erin Robbins: Willy regains control just that quickly... and he whips Doc right into the steel ring post! Doc ain't gonna be so pretty no more!
Zach Davis: Well, pretty or not he's still got the cock.
Erin Robbins: More than we can say for you, Zach.
Zach Davis: Bitch!
Erin Robbins: Virgin!
Willy pounds his chest and pumps his fist, firing up the fans even more. Willy scoops Doc up from the ground-- thumb in the eye by Doc! Doc immediately grabs a camera cable and wraps it around Willy's neck! Doc chokes Willy until Willy's face turns blue!
Zach Davis: Doc's gonna kill Willy! He's strangling him!
Erin Robbins: Still, it's a more humane way to die than what the other Jesus suffered through.
Willy fishhooks Doc before jabbing him in the neck with a shiv.
Zach Davis: Willy just pulled that shiv out of his boot and stabbed Doc in the neck with it! Prison style warfare here at WCF Explosion!
Erin Robbins: Doc is GUSHING blood now, Zach. That may require medical attention.
Zach Davis: Zip is asking Doc if he wants to continue and Doc just flipped him the bird.
Erin Robbins: No quit in Doc Henry. The man has balls of steel.
Willy shoves the bloodied shiv back into his boot and drops Doc throat first onto the fan barrier. Doc grabs his throat, gasping for air, and walks right into a drop toe hold by Willy that sends him into the steel ring steps.
Zach Davis: Raven like tendencies by Jam Willy Jesus! Doc is taking a pounding right now!
Erin Robbins: Don't count him out just yet, Zach.
Zach Davis: Most certainly not, Erin. Doc is a legend in this industry and business. You can't give the man an inch or he'll take that forty acres and a mule and crack the tyrant's whip across your back.
Erin Robbins: Willy climbs onto the fan barrier... Shooting Star Press and this time he hits it! He's gotta roll Doc into the ring! He could get the pin right here!
As if channeling Erin's wisdom, Willy pulls Doc up from the ground and rolls him into the ring. Willy makes his first pin attempt of the match.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: So much toughness and guts by Doc! That was a strong kick out right there by the Southern Rogue!
Erin Robbins: Willy looks like he's surprised that Doc still has that much left in the tank. He wasn't expecting that.
Zach Davis: Willy just made the symbol of the cross! I think he's ready to set up Doc for that Cold Crimson Crucifix!
Erin Robbins: Looks like you're right, Zach. He's dragging Doc to the corner and setting him up on the ropes!
Willy goes for his elevated crucifix bomb, but Doc blocks it. He refuses to comply with Willy's plans. Doc counters. He reverses position. Doc is showing incredible fortitude. Doc has the leverage now. He lifts up Willy! Doc's got Willy up for the Jackhammer and he drops him to the mat with a thunderous impact that shakes the ring!
Zach Davis: Oh my God! Doc Henry just took Jam Willy Jesus Straight to Hell!
Erin Robbins: Oh the irony! Doc's inching over for the cover! He's got an arm draped on Willy!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Unreal! Willy kicks out! What's next?! How many tricks do these warriors have left up their sleeves?
Erin Robbins: Mary is pleading with Doc to find the wherewithal to finish off The Messiah, but I don't know how much gas Doc can possibly have left in the tank?
Beside herself with grief, Mary gets an idea. She slides a can of collard greens into the ring which miraculously finds its way into Doc's hands. Instinctively, Doc pops the top of the can like Popeye and chomps down the greens. Doc immediately comes to life. He gets to his feet and flexes his muscles, drawing another loud pop from the fans. Mary is clearly wet. Doc begins viciously stomping a mudhole in Jam Willy before walking it dry. Doc yanks Willy up to a kneeling position before sticking The Madman's head between his Southern loins.
Zach Davis: Could it be Pedigree time!?
Erin Robbins: It is, Zach! Doc just planted Willy with the Pedigree! That's gotta do it!
Surprisingly, Doc eschews the cover and grabs a chair from Mary. Doc slams the chair over Willy's head a dozen more times and then tosses the chair onto the mat. Doc gives Willy the Pedigree treatment one more time, this time onto the chair! Willy looks like he's out cold. Now Doc makes the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Zach Davis: Shoulder up! Willy got the shoulder up! That's not possible! He really is the Son of God! Jam Willy Jesus is the mother flipping Son of God!
Erin Robbins: Doc just saw a ghost! The color has left his face! He doesn't believe it! He doesn't believe that Willy just kicked out of that!
Crowd: WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES!
Zach Davis: Looks like Doc's got himself an idea thanks to the chants of the WCF Universe! He's dragging Jam Willy out of the ring-- Oof! He just planted Willy with a DDT on the floor to soften him up and now he's-- Oh noes! He's heading this way!
Erin Robbins: Run, Zach, run for your life! Doc Henry is out of control! He'll kill us all!
Zach Davis: No, Erin! Stand your ground! If you spend all your life running away then the Southerners win!
Erin Robbins: That's true but Doc just tossed Willy onto our table and now he's climbing onto the table himself!!
Zach Davis: Damn it why don't we have a Spanish announce team like the E?!
Erin Robbins: Because Seth is too damn cheap!
Doc flashes his deck of cards and the crowd knows what's about to happen next. Doc flicks the cards into the stands and pulls Willy up to his feet. Without further adieu Doc sends Willy crashing through the table with a devastating Gambler's Hand!
Zach Davis: Gambler's Hand through the table! Jam Willy Jesus is out cold and we no longer have a table!
Erin Robbins: Damn it I knew I should have taken the over on that prop bet! There goes my next month's rent!
A woozy Doc Henry gets to his feet and does a cocky little celebratory dance. He's convinced this match is over. He looks down at Willy and paintbrushes him with slaps across the face.
Zach Davis: Doc just toying with Jesus now. This match has to be over. Just take him into the ring and finish it, Doc!
Erin Robbins: He's earned his chance to gloat, Zach. He did what nobody expected him to do. He broke Jam Willy Jesus IN HALF!
Doc grabs Willy by the legs and drags him back to the ring. Doc picks up Willy's dead weight and tosses him into the ring like a sack of dirt before rolling himself in and making the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THREE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
The crowd explodes in orgasmic cheer when Willy kicks out. Doc jumps to his feet and gets in the ref's face, jawing at Zip, threatening him, backing him into the corner and pressing him against the turnbuckles. Doc absolutely refuses to believe that it wasn't a three count!
Zach Davis: I cannot believe what I just saw! Jam Willy Jesus was out cold, OUT COLD I tell you and somehow he found a way to kick out after that devastating Gambler's Hand through our announce table!
Erin Robbins: It's inhuman, Zach. Jam Willy Jesus is supernatural. There's no other explanation. We are witnessing a miracle. This is the work of Our Heavenly Father.
Doc Henry has had enough of this nonsense. He throws Zip to the mat and climbs the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: It looks like Doc Henry is going ALL IN!!
Erin Robbins: Now if he hits this it's gotta be over! It's gotta be over, right Zach?!
Zach Davis: One would think but after what we've seen in this match who knows, Erin?
Mary cheers on her man at ringside while the fans begin to chant.
Crowd: ALL IN! ALL IN! ALL IN!
Doc flies into the air and flips for the Shooting Star-- but nobody's home! Willy rolls out of the way with his last gasp and Doc eats a mouthful of canvas.
Zach Davis: He missed! Doc missed the All In! Willy still has life in this match!
Erin Robbins: Look at Mary! She just slid a chair into the ring! She's telling Doc to get up and grab that chair!
Zach Davis: But look! It's Willy who's stirring first!
Erin Robbins: Does he see the chair? Does "The Modern Day Messiah" see the chair that Mary slid into the ring for Doc?
Zach Davis: He does! Willy just grabbed the chair! Mary looks mortified!
Erin Robbins: Doc is on his feet! Willy lobs the chair at him! Doc catches it-- Van Daminator! Willy hit the Van Daminator on Doc!
Doc slumps to the mat in utter agony. Willy drags Doc to the corner and props the chair in front of his face. Jesus runs to the adjacent corner and scales the ropes.
Zach Davis: Could this be? No, no, no. Don't tell me!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Jam Willy Jesus just went coast to coast with the Van Terminator!
Crowd: JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!
Erin Robbins: This is crazy! Absolute pandemonium! Both men are down on the mat! I think Willy got his second wind and now he's spent! Both men look dead on the mat, positively dead tired and in dire agony!
Zach Davis: Zip is checking both men to see if they can continue. Somehow they're able to communicate with him, if not by words then by telepathy.
Crowd: DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF!
Zach Davis: I'm getting the egg farts, Erin. I'm getting the egg farts I'm so hyped up. I can't wait to see which of these men has the fortitude to get back to his feet and finish this match once and for all!
Erin Robbins: Good lord that stinks, Zach. I'm tapping out and I'm not even in the match.
Zach Davis: Sorry. I went to the same buffet as Willy.
Erin Robbins: Did you just shit your pants, Zach?
Zach Davis: Erin, I shit my pants around the time that Doc put Willy through our table with that Gambler's Hand.
Erin Robbins: Thanks for the heads up.
A weary and disoriented Doc Henry tosses the chair from his person and steadies himself to his feet while Jam Willy follows suit. Both men are up and trying their damnedest to maintain their vertical base. Willy swings for the fences and misses. Doc grabs him, gets him up-- BACKDROP DRIVER!!
Zach Davis: Mother trucking Backdrop Driver! Jam Willy got laid out!
Erin Robbins: Middle of the ring! Doc covers!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Doc Henry: BUT HOWWWWWWWW!!!!!
Crowd: DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF!
The announcers are speechless. Doc is emotionally drained. He shrugs his shoulders and gets to his feet. He's got an idea. He drags Willy to the corner. He slams Willy balls first as hard as he can on the top turnbuckle. Willy howls in pain. He howls in pain but he wakes up quick. Doc runs up the ropes going for his version of a Codebreaker--
Zach Davis: Southern Aggression! NO! Willy caught him! How the hell did he catch him in midair!
Erin Robbins: Balls smashed and prospects bleak, Willy just snagged Doc and now he's got The Cock on his shoulders! OH MY! CRACKED RIBS! Willy hit it!
After catching Doc in midair, Willy hoisted Doc onto his shoulders and leaped off the top rope with his version of an Avalanche Fireman's Carry Gutbuster. Now both men are on the mat. Willy does all he can to drape an arm across Doc's chest.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
The fans clap and cheer and chant and do the wave and dance the Macarena and make sweet love in the Chicago night as both superstars simply refuse to quit. And that's what it's gonna come down to. Whose body will simply break down first?
Zach Davis: Willy up! Now Doc is up!
Erin Robbins: How the hell are they still standing? How are they doing this, Zach?
Zach Davis: Booze? Coke? Mexican food? Or maybe it's just pure balls, Erin.
Out of nowhere Doc comes at Willy and grabs him in position for the Gambler's Hand. Willy fights out of it and floors Doc with the Monolithic Mind Bong. He doesn't go for the pin. Instead he rolls through and traps Doc in the Whammer Jammer.
Zach Davis: Whammer Jammer! Willy's got it locked in! Doc won't tap will he? He can't! Doc doesn't tap!
Erin Robbins: But how long can he hold on, Zach!?
Seconds turn to minutes, the crowd cheering encouragement to both men, Willy struggling with every fiber of his being to keep the hold locked in; Doc struggling to escape. The ref checks in. Doc is slowly fading, fading, fading... he's out. Zip calls for the bell and Willy releases the hold.
Kyle Steel: Your winner by technical submission due to a Whammer Jammer, JAM WILLY JESUS!
Zach Davis: Jam Willy Jesus defeats Doc Henry in the war to end all wars! Holy hell, what a match!
Erin Robbins: The Modern Day Messiah prevails against the Southern Rogue, but I don't think either man will be the same!
Crowd: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
Filmed earlier today.
We open outside the door of the Sequitus locker room marked with the numbers 1.2.3, the camera man knocks on the door and Sinney answers
Sinney: Hey Frank hows the back?
Frank: Fine no thanks to your fuckin husband, is he here?
She opens the door and all 4 members of Sequitus are chilling out on a couple of couches playing video games, Ciserano is teaching Sinney how not to get her ass kicked at Call of duty while Brent and Cormack proceed to kick her ass at call of duty. Caliban seems to be doing some kind of Skateboard maintenance, he looks up and nods at Frank
Caliban: Winter is almost gone, we can start filming out in the parking lot again and I can skate my ramp heh heh, Guys can you give me a minute with Frank here? It's about lunch time anyways better go grab something before the roid heads snatch all the good shit up
They all look at him and then nod, fist bumps are given and Sinney takes an order of what he wants and then they are all gone,
Frank sits on the opposing couch and puts the camera on the table between them
Frank: You ready?
Caliban: Think I could ever be ready enough?
Frank: Not for Jonny Fly mate
Caliban: That's what I'm afraid of but Jonny did make one mistake, his TV appearance was fun, and if I wasn't already taken, Kate Winslet? Meh I never say no to an older woman but when it comes down to it the guy did nothing but prove that he still just doesn't get it.
Frank: How so?
Caliban lights a smoke and chooses his words carefully
Caliban: I said that I was going to consider taking it down a notch if he beats me tonight, and yeah Ill do that but the 3 guys that just walked out of this room, they will be another story, 2 of them are still potential number one contenders. See yet again Pantheon wasn't listening, I told them before the first night we got in their faces, we will not stop coming because we are not afraid to be on the losing end of the stick, my battles with these ingrates have been well documented but do these guys really think Ciserano doesn't want another shot at them? Do they really think that the Shine and Cormack aren't legitimate threats to the world title? If they do then they are out of their tiny little god forsaken minds
Frank takes Caliban's cigarette for the last few drags and then puts it out in the ash tray directly in front of the view finder letting it smolder so Caliban's image is slightly clouded in the smoke
Frank: You feeling confident?
Caliban: Nope, but I have never been more ready, I don't get another shot at this, I know it and my opponent knows it, what he doesn't seem to know though is exactly what kind of competitor I am. He acts like there is nothing beyond this company, THEY act like nobody could of cut their teeth anywhere else. You want me to grow? I've grown, I've fought men who think like you, I have beaten men who have your kind of lineage. You do not scare me, you do not intimidate me. I don't know if I can beat Jonny Fly but I promise you, whether tomorrow I am the biggest story on the dirt sheets or waking up with my small run in the top tier spotlight gone, Jonny will know he has been in a fight and I promise you the next time when ever that may be, that he sees my name across from his on the booking sheet, he will not go on a TV show and talk about reality TV Bo shit, he is gunna go to the gym, and get men to hit him in the chest and stomach with steel bars, because that is how you prepare for my strikes and kicks, as for my super kick, well I'm sorry there is no recovering from that. I am not confident but I am ready and Fly, he only thinks he is
The Sequitus crowd re enters the room and the camera gets shut off
Erin Robbins: It's time now for the fatal four way, as we draw ever closer to our main event.
Zach Davis: Another Torture jobber killing. Thats quite the main event.
Erin Robbins: Is that sarcasm?
Zach Davis: As sarcastic as I possibly can be.
Erin Robbins: Speaking of which, hows your back and head after that attack by Evan Vayne?
Zach Davis: I'm still right here calling Explosion, so whats that tell you?
Erin Robbins: I could have sworn you pulled an Eric Price and pissed yourself.
Zach Davis: You will not talk ill about the greatest champion in WCF history! I did not soil my pants out of fear, I soiled to prove a point!
Erin Robbins: And that is?
Zach Davis: That Evan Vayne's power Bombs ain't shit! This isnt the bush leagues. This is Dub-Ce-Eff! You wana take me out then you'll have to blow me up in a car wreck or inject bleach directly into my brain!
SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA
Erin Robbins: James Fatal already at ringside, waiting for his opponents.
Fatel sits there listening to the crowed reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring, he sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.
"Dark Days" by Parkway Drive
Zach Davis: And the massive, near seven foot, three hundred pound, Stryder, on his way to the ring
Stryder exits from behind the curtains with his music echoing throughout the arena. He quickly walks down towards the ring, hardly acknowledging that he is surrounded by thousands of people roaring with chants and jeers. He gets to the apron and leaps up, grabbing on to the top rope and planting his feet firmly on the mat. He leans over and steps in between the second and third rope and in to the ring. He takes off his large bomber coat and throws it to the outside of the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits the start of the match.
Erin Robbins: The biggest guy in the match, clearly at an advantage.
"Beautiful" by Ten Years hit the PA
Carrie Storm makes her way to the ramp from behind the curtain. She walks down, ignoring the crowd, just praising her own appearance, in her mirror.
Zach Davis: Carrie Storm who had a good showing last week, makes her way to the ring to compete at Explosion.
"Maneater" hits the PA System. As soon as the music hits, the fans cheer as Marina Valdivia walks out. She walks to the ring, acknowledging the reaction she is getting from the fans.
Erin Robbins: And Marina Valdiva, making her way to the ring. Victorious last week over your buddy, Evan Vayne.
Zach Davis: Evan Vayne is not my buddy, guy. He was but -you know-weak ass power bombs do a lot to destroy friendships.
Erin Robbins: First off. I'm not your guy, friend. And secondly- what the hell are you talking about?
She gets in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer her. She removes her jacket that she wears along the way to the ring and lays it in the corner, then stands there and stretches out as she waits.
Zach Davis: And the match is under way.
The match starts out with a three on one assault on Stryder. Carrie, James and Marina attack the big man with punches and kicks, trying to wear him down and take him out early but Stryder is having none of it as he grabs Carries and Marinas heads together and delivers a massive head butt, sending them both to the matt. Fatal grabs Stryder and whips him into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! What a clothesline by Stryder! Nearly took Fatals head off his shoulders.
Stryder goes to pick up Fatal but Fatal responds with a fury of strong kicks to the legs that weaken Stryder. Fatal takes a few steps back and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a flying forearm but it still doesnt fell the big man.
Erin Robbins: Storm and Marina back up now- double drop kick to Stryder who staggers to the ropes.
Marina and Storm whip Stryder across the ring and off the ropes again as Fatal gets into position.
Zach Davis: WOW! Thats not something that you see everyday. Such team work by Storm, Marina and fatal. A double hip toss and snap mare and Stryder has no choice but to hit the mat.
The trio stand united against Stryder, laying into him with kicks, trying to keep him down but the team work doesnt last long as Marina goes behind Storm and rolls her up for a quick pin.
NO! KICK OUT!
Fatal goes behind Marina as she gets up from the pin.
Zach Davis: German Suplex...
Erin Robbins: NOO! Marina lands on her feet.
Fatal turns around and walks right into a leaping enzugeri. Fatal goes down but Marina does see Storm who runs at her and DDTs her to the mat.
Erin Robbins: Uh-Oh! The beast is back up! Stryder to his feet.
Stryder grabs Storm by her hair then presses her up for a gorilla slam--
Zach Davis: Chop block! Whether Fatal knows it or not, but he just saved Storm from becoming a grease spot on the canvas.
Stryder drops Storm who leaps up and knees him in the face before planting him down again with a DDT.
Storm and Fatal stand toe to toe with each other as Fatal gets Storm in a hammer lock but Marina gets to her feet and super kicks Storm, causing both her and Fatal to hit the buckle. Marina takes a step back and charges the corner but Storm dives out of the way as Fatal eats a spear. Marina comes back but this time its Storm who rolls her up with a school girl.
NOO! KICK OUT!
Stryder to his feet as he picks out Storm up and grabs her. Stryder looking for a short arm clothsline..
Zach Davis: Execute. Annihilate.
Erin Robbins: And Carrie Storm is down.
Marina up to her feet and she cracks Stryder in the head with a roundhouse kick but he isnt phased. Another kick and still nothing.
Erin Robbins: Stryder grabs Marina... SPINE BUSTER!
Stryder gets to his feet..
Zach Davis: James Fatal from behind... REVERSE DDT! He calls that The Setting Sun.
Erin Robbins: Fatal with the pin.
NOO! KICK OUT!
Fatal picks up Stryder and the lock up but Stryder is able to create some distance and starts putting to geth a punching combo that rattles Fatal to his core but its premature as Storm runs up with a bulldog to Stryder.
Erin Robbins: Beautiful bulldog by Storm!
Storms gets up and walks right into a hurricanrana and punches by Marina but here comes Fatal..
Zach Davis: Running knee strike!
Erin Robbins: Marina kicks out!
Stryder gets up and goes behind Fatal...
Zach Davis: Stryder has Fatal up in an Electric chair position..
Erin Robbins: DARK DAYS!
Zach Davis: Broken up by Storm!
Storm lifts Stryder up and Clotheslines him out of the ring; both men go flying out of it. From out of nowhere..
Erin Robbins: Valdivia flies off the top with a California Splash! She lands on Fatel!
Erin Robbins: Marina Valdivia wins it!
Valdivia's music hits as she stands up, getting her arm raised.
Zach Davis: Valdivia takes a giant step forward here tonight.
The scene opens on the backstage area of the United Center arena. We soon see Denise walking up the hallway with her title still on her shoulder. Chelsea comes around the corner and bumps into her.
Denise: Watch where you're going.
Stopping in her tracks and turning around Chelsea stares at Denise as her own championship is wrapped around her waist.
Chelsea: Why don't you take your own advice, you see to have a problem with getting in other peoples ways.
Denise looks her up and down and smirks.
Denise: I'm amazed that you still have that title... I mean after the last time...
Denise moves the title up on her shoulder a bit more and smiles as the diamond on her right hand sparkles.
Chelsea: Ha, I could say the same thing about you sweetheart, but I suppose things like that happen when you have your little fiancé to carry you through matches. Is that why you've found an interest with me? You wanna see how to actually become better than your man? Sorry to tell you, but I don't think there's any hope of improvement for you.
Denise: Cute... At least my sister isn't some insane wacko! Night Rider and I help each other, while you remain alone, and are straddling the fence.
Denise smiles as she looks at Chelsea.
Denise: Of course who knows what team you really play for. Did I distract you a couple of weeks ago when I was out on the stage watching? Did I intimidate you? Did I make you worry about the reason that I was out there?
Chelsea: Intimidate me? Really? Hunny we're in two totally different ballparks! While you have your fiancé out there fighting your battles I'm heading up to be in line for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship! I'm moving up in this federation and clearly you can't stand to see someone who came in after you moving up faster than you could ever dream. Everyone knows that if it hadn't been for Night Rider you wouldn't even have a job in this federation, so tell you what. How about you actually go back to the league you belong in, and stop trying to kid yourself in thinking you can compete in the same matches as I...k?
Denise looks down and then back up with her dark eyes sparkling in the bright lights of the backstage area.
Denise: I've been in companies long before this one, and walked away with titles from people like you. I'm not afraid of you Chelsea, and never will be. As far as Night Rider pulling me along, think again, we are a team, and help each other. Unlike you and S-Pac. I mean from what I can see it's falling apart around you, while the Shadows gain strength every time we appear. I could see it in your eyes that night Chelsea you were afraid. I made you nervous... Why is that?
Laughing Chelsea readjusts her title and shakes her head letting her black and colored streaked hair flow around her face before looking up with a set of glowing emerald eyes.
Chelsea: I'm not scared of you Denise, I'm stared into the eyes of the devil and didn't back down. You're going to have to do a hell of a lot more than interrupt my match in order to get to me. If you did any research at all you'd see my past is just as sketchy as your own..but clearly your too obsessed with thinking people are cowering from you to see the truth. You're clearly not worth my time so how about you go run back to your little group of wannabe's and send them my regards.
With that Chelsea pushes past Denise, and starts off down the hallway once again. Denise stands there watching after her, as a smirk forms on her ruby red lips.
Denise: And so it begins...
Denise turns and walks away back the way she came, but seems to disappear as she turns the corner and the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around (ultimate warrior style) and then starts ot beat the hell out of the first person he sees. But there's no one out there yet so it's okay.
The music plays and the crowd cheers. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor. After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.
The lights in the arena go out. “Hello Zepp” begins to play over the PA. A dark red lights begin to turn on throughout the arena. Smoke begins to cover the floor of the entrance ramp. Slowly walking out from the back there are two figures seen, one is very large and well build wearing a long trench coat, and the second is tall wearing a dark red suite with a black cane in his hand. The large figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and slowly looks around at the crowd an eerie feeling is felt thought out the building, the man accompaning him stands behind him waiting.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds, be accompanied by Lou Sipher, he is the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis then begins to move slowly with the music from the ramp and makes his way down to the ring with the jacket moving from side to side behind him, Lou Sipher following behind him. As Crisis walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. At the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity, when finally he steps to the apron and reaches both arms up and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron. Sipher makes his way to the stairs and enters into the ring through the second rope. Crisis stands there, his eyes still straight ahead of him before finally stepping over the top rope into the ring. Crisis moves to the center of the ring and slowly looks around at the crowd. Crisis slowly removes his jacket and hands it to Lou Sipher. The man from hell stands motionless in the ring staring up the entrance ramp awaiting. Sipher stands next to him and gloats to the crowd
Evan Vayne comes out from the back, no music, lights or video going on in the background. His pace at a slightly faster than normal pace compared to a walk. Evan stops right in front of the ring and stares around to the crowd, his face blank of expression. To him, this is nothing new of every match that he is involved with. Evan climbs up to the ring and walks in. Looking at the crowd once more, he walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up, staring at the crowd and slowly raising his arms. After a brief moment, he drops down and awaits.
Zach Davis: Evan Vayne just won't let us use music for him. He won't conform to what we want. Some would call him a non-conformist, in fact!
Erin Robbins: Shh, Zach. Let's get this match underway!
The bell sounds and Ultimate Destroyer runs at Ciserano, Clotheslining him down. He then immediately runs at Vayne and Clotheslines him down too. He then does the same to Crisis!
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer on fire right out of the gate here!, he's got that energy going on.
Vayne is back up and Destroyer goes for yet another Clothesline but Vayne ducks it. He then kicks Destroyer in the gut and hits a DDT.
Erin Robbins: Vicious DDT!
Zach Davis: It's a simple move, and it's used a lot, because it is DAMN effective. Spiking a dudes head to the mat is nothing fancy but... I mean, you're spiking someone's head into the ground, so y'know.
Ciserano is up now and he runs at Vayne. Vayne catches him and executes a Spinebuster. Crisis is on his feet and goes for a Big Boot against Vayne, but once again Vayne has his opponents scouted and ducks that too. Vayne then grabs Crisis and puts him in a Sleeper.
Erin Robbins: Vayne is on fire now and he's wearing his opponents down. Good strategy.
Crisis drops to one knee and the ref asks if he wants to give up. He doesn't, of course. Vayne keeps the move locked in... until Ciserano clubs him from behind, breaking it up. Ciserano spins him around and executes a Twist of Fate!
Zach Davis: That Twist of Fate might have indeed been a twist of fate!, taking control away from Vayne!
Ciserano goes for the pin.
No!, Vayne kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Not yet. Still too early in this matchup.
Ciserano goes to pick Vayne up but Destroyer spins Ciserano around and kicks him in the gut. Destroyer then lifts him up...
Zach Davis: POWERBOMB!
Ciserano rolls out of the ring. Destroyer turns...
Erin Robbins: SPEAR!
This Spear came from Crisis!
Zach Davis: That's his Soul Eraser!
Crisis gets back up, turns around..
Erin Robbins: SPEAR FROM EVAN VAYNE!
Crisis rolls out of the ring as Destroyer is stumbling back to his feet. Vayne measures him up...
Zach Davis: Reality Check! Vayne hits it!
Vayne drops down and pins Destroyer, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: Evan Vayne picks up the victory!
The bell sounds and no music plays, confusing the crowd because they're conditioned to expect music when a match ends. Regardless, Vayne stands up and gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: The future looks bright for Mr. Evan Vayne, that's for sure.
The lights start to flicker, as Crisis looks around.
Erin Robbins: When the lights start to flicker it's never good.
Zach Davis: That's for sure. The last two weeks Crisis has been out here something strange has happened.
The lights flicker and finally go out as the crowd starts to cheer loudly.
Erin Robbins: What in the hell is going on in there?
Zach Davis: I don't know... But it can't be good.
The sound of a struggle can be heard, coming from the middle of the ring. As the lights come back up, we see Crisis laid out in the middle of the ring, as the tron comes to life. On the screen the words "WE WANT YOU! burn in bold letters before it fades into ashes and the tron goes dark once again.
Erin Robbins: Crisis is laid out in the ring!
Zach Davis: How much you wanna bet that the Shadows of Darkness is behind this?
Erin Robbins: More than likely. Nothing really surprises me about them anymore. We'll be back after this.
Jonny Fly’s Jaguar XKR pulls into a parking spot in the garage of the United Center. Fly quickly exits the car and pops open the trunk. He takes out his duffel bag, closes the trunk, and walks toward the arena’s entrance. Fly approaches the door, swings it open, and enters into the backstage area. He proceeds up a hallway for about fifty yards until he notices a sign with an arrow for vending machines pointing to the left. He sighs.
Fly: I swear to god if all the hot fries are gone I’m going to burn this building to the ground.
Fly makes a left and begins walking down another hallway. At the end he enters a small area where several vending machines are located. Looking from left to right Fly spots a soda vending machine, then a sport drink vending machine, then finally a vending machine with various snacks. At the bottom right he sees a label for hot fries, but no hot fries. Instead, on the spiral vending arm where hot fries should be located a note has been left.
“This machine is currently out of hot fries. Please proceed to the vending area nearest the south entrance for spicy, crunchy deliciousness.”
Fly: Well, that seems encouraging.
Fly turns and walks back down the hallway and navigates his way through the halls to the south entrance vending area. He finds the snack machine and yet again…no hot fries. Another note has been left.
“This machine is currently out of hot fries. Please proceed to the vending area nearest the west entrance for spicy, crunchy deliciousness.”
Fly sighs, dejected at yet another machine that’s out of his favorite snack. With little choice in the matter, he turns away from the vending area and follows the halls leading to the west entrance. He locates the vending area once again and takes another look at the snack machine. Once more, no hot fires, and once more another note.
“This machine is currently out of hot fries. In fact, all machines in this arena are out of hot fries. If you’ve been walking around the halls looking for hot fries for the past ten minutes you should be ashamed of yourself. They’re not even that good.”
Fly’s eyes grow cold as he reads the notes.
Fly: What kind of monster would write such things? I swear, before the night is up I’m going to find out who is doing this shit.
With that, Fly walks out of the scene.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen. This next match features two former WCF television champions. First, the most current of the two former champs, from Seattle Washington, a man who has proven the pen IS mightier than the sword, welcome Peter Quinn.
"Ready to Start" by Arcade Fire hits the PA, the fans cheer as Peter Quinn quickly comes out the curtain, sheepishly waving to the fans as he quickly jogs to the ring, making his way to the far corner.
Zach Davis: He's not your typical showman that is for sure, but he has made quite the impression, already winning television championship in just a few short weeks.
Erin Robbins: And losing it just as fast.
Zach Davis: Through no fault of his own. Many could argue the title was stolen from him unfairly. But nonetheless, he has a chance to earn a rematch right here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Oh, let me guess Zach, a fairy tale David and Goliath story right in front of our eyes, am I right?
Kyle Steel: His opponent, a former WCF television, and tag team champion, from Birmingham Alabama, the man known as Synn...
Before Kyle can finish the introduction, the arena lights fade, the jumbo screen flashes to life, the crowd cheers loudly as the familar faces of John Belushi and Dan Akroyd appear as Jake and Elwood, the Blues Brothers appear on screen. The scene from the famous movie then plays out as the fans watch on the jumbotron.
Jake lights a cigarette.
Jake: Me and the lord, we got an understanding
Every fan is on their feet, and recite the following words in complete unison with Elwood.
"WE ARE ON A MISSION FROM GOD"
They cheer even louder, then from seemingly out of nowhere,
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman, say hello to Terry Roberts, the man still knows how to put on an entrance.
Erin Robbins: *looking slightly agitated at Zach Davis, plugging her ears as if the explosion caused deafness" Did you say something, Zach?
The fan in the arena recover from the shocking unexpected explosion, as a bright purple and red laser show begins to light up the arena, the fans begin cheering loudly again as they recognize the beginning drum and guitar beats of AC/DC's "TNT".
Crowd: OY! OY! OY! OY!
The fans cheers become louder as Benny the bull runs out, doing flips and cartwheels. The Bulls mascot makes his way to the ring, stepping up onto the ring apron. pointing up to the crowd in the second their seats
Zach Davis: *Laughing* Oh my, he's being accompanied to the ring by the Chicago Bulls mascot.
Erin Robbins: To be accompanied, would mean you are WITH him, where the hell is he?
The camera's pan up to where Benny is pointing, they spot Terry making his way from the second their seats to the first tier, then quickly making his way to ringside. Once he makes his way to the ring, Terry walks over to one the the ring posts, bends to one knee, fastly pulling his hair into a ponytail, unstrapping his signature guitar from underneath his black and red leather trenchcoat, swinging it over pointing the stock upwards, drawing it close to his face, the fans cheers become frenzied as he blows a clear liquid onto the stock, and a massive billowing ball of flame streaks over the top of the ring.
Zach Davis: OH MY LORD. After all this time, one never gets tired of seeing that.
Erin Robbins: That is until he sets the place on fire. I get it's supposed to be an explosion Zach, doesn't mean I want to BE in an explosion.
Zach Davis: He's a showman Erin, that is what he does.
Erin Robbins: Why can't he just keep it simple, like Peter Quinn? You think Peter poses a fire hazard? NNOOOOO!!!!!
Terry makes his way into the ring, placing his guitar and trench coat in the corner, he crouches down, staring at Peter like a hungry lion. Peter watches Terry, staying stoic, not letting all the side show theatrics take him off his game plan.
Zach Davis: Terry has the height, weight, and definitely the strength advantage here Erin, if Peter has any chance he is going to have to splay smart, strike hard, strike fast, and wear Terry down early.
Erin Robbins: Peter has years of experience as a writer, he knows the ins and out of scouting and digging for every little scrap of information one can find, he probably knows Terry better than Terry knows himself.
The fans cheer for as the bell rings, Peter takes everyone off guard, especially Terry, as he rushes right out of his corner and nails Terry with a wicked spear, knocking the wind out of the bigger man, bringing him down to one knee.
Zach Davis: HOLY, Peter shooting like a pistol, coming straight for Terry right off the bat, a game plan no one had thought he would attempt.
Erin Robbins: And it worked too Zach, he currently has the upper hand, and probably took Terry off his own game plan at the same time.
Peter keeps up the attack, landing some decent hard rights to the face, he then backs up, measuring Terry, Peter then places a foot on Terry's bent knee, lifting himself up into the air, bringing his other leg around executing a perfect modified shining wizard. The crowd stands to their feet, shocked at the unexpected turn of events.
Zach Davis: THIS MOVE KILLS FASCISTS?? OH HOLY SMOKES, THIS COULD BE IT!!!
Even Erin Robbins is shocked, her mouth wide open in utter surprise.
Terry stumbles against the ropes from the blow, then drops face first onto the mat, for a brief second Peter looks on as if surprised himself the tactic actually worked. He looks at the ref, then reality suddenly hits, he rolls Terry over, wrapping a leg for the cover. The crowd is going crazy.
Zach Davis: Could this go down as one of the quickest matches in WCF history?
The fans are screaming as the ref checks the shoulder
The refs hand is inches from the mat, but Terry kicks out, and with authority. Literally tossing Peter through the second and top ropes to the ring apron.
Erin Robbins: Wow, that was close, Peter's chances just increased greatly. If he can keep that up, his arm will be raised at the end of this match.
Zach Davis: That is the well known strength of Terry Roberts. That 500 plus pound bench press. But your right Erin, if he can't get back into this, it might be a short match, indeed.
The fans are eating it up, every single seat is empty, they smell a massive upset in the making. Peter shakes his head, that toss through the ropes shook him a little bit. He quickly assesses the situation, he looks up, the turn post is right in front of him, he looks to his side, Terry is just sitting up, grabbing the ring ropes to help pull himself up, he looks up to the ring post again, he quickly climbs up to the top. The fans are still cheering, they just know Peter is about to finish off Terry in quick order.
Erin Robbins: I think Peter is looking to finish this match off, he hits this it could be it.
Zach Davis: I never imagined Terry could be taken out of a match like this, the ring rust me be thick, it might be too late to even turn this match around.
Peter reaches the top turnbuckle, steadying himself he measures Terry up once again. As Terry reaches his feet, trying to shake off the serious of moves Peter has punished him with, Peter flies off, wrapping his arm quickly around Terry's neck, peter flips over, using the momentum and body weight to drop Terry face first onto the mat. The crowd just freaking erupts like a volcano.
Erin Robbins: OH NO HE DIDN'T? TELL ME HE JUST DIDN'T DO THAT??
Zach nearly loses it. His eyes bulging wide, putting his hands over his head in utter shock
Zach Davis: DREAMCATCHER!!!! DREAMCATCHER!!!! DREAMCATCHER!!!!
Erin is on the edge of her sit
Erin Robbins: Peter just used one of Terry's own finishers against him.
Pete wastes no time, he KNOWS he just won this match, rolling Terry over he desperately tries to hook both legs for the pin, the crowd is going bat shit crazy, counting in unison with the referee
They scream in shock as Terry is able to roll a shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: NO WAY!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Peter looks on in shock, he just knew this was it, he quickly gathers his wits. landing a few kicks to the midsection,before wrapping one arm around Terry's shoulder, and the other locking a leg, he rolls over Terry's back, wrapping him up in another pin attempt. The ref checks the shoulder again, the fans are loving it, this match was better than advertised.
Peter miscalculated the distance, getting too close to the ropes. Terry is able to grab the bottom strand, forcing the break up
Erin Robbins: Who would have think this match would go this way, my goodness, Peter is really putting on an impressive show.
Zach Davis: That training we heard about earlier has really paid off, whomever he is working with, it's doing wonders.
Peter quickly get's to his feet, pulling Terry up for another move, it's a bad judgement call, Terry throws his arms out, forcing Peter to release his grip. The fans cheer for him as he snaps off several hard stiff jabs, each one rocking Peter so hard it forces him to step back each time.
Erin Robbing: Oh, well now he's going backwards, Terry is starting to build some momentum here
Zach Davis: Peter better get control of this match back, you don't want to brawl with Terry.
Terry grabs Peter by the back of the head, pulling him into a hard knee to the gut. Terry then wraps one of Peters arms around the back of his neck, he stares out into the audience, who are loving it, Terry places a hand on peter's midsection, lifting him high in the air, holding him there, The audience counts down
ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE . . . FOUR . . . FIVE
Erin Robbins: That is not good, all that blood is rushing right down to Peter;s head, what a stalling Suplex, shades of the late great Davey Boy Smith.
Zach gasps, a sudden realization coming to him, he looks at Erin, then to the viewers
Zach Davis: Oh boy ladies and gentleman, if your are not familiar with the TSN, your about to witness it first hand, right here with your own eyes.
Before Zach can finish the sentence. Peter is able to wiggle his body, just enough to unbalance the suplex. he swings forward, twisting his body to the side, the fans cheer again as he brings Terry down with him hitting a sweet DDT.
Erin Robbins: Or maybe not.
Zach Davis: OOH what a fantastic reversal
Peter is stunned, he looks over, rolling an arm over Terry's chest. The ref drops to the mat
Terry is able to roll over, breaking the count. He grabs his head, shaking it, trying to gather his senses. Peter is slow to get up, he shakes his head as well, trying to drain the blood out of his head just enough to manage the dizziness, both men slowly get up, Peter makes a snap judgment, he rushes Terry, attempting another spear, but he misses as Terry sunset flips over Peter, wrapping his arms around Peters waist, he muscles Peter backwards and onto his back, Terry then quickly jumps up to his feet, sliding over the the side of Peter landing a hard elbow to the chest, before Peter can react, Terry pulls Peter up by an arm wrapping his leg around peters head in a scissor lock, then focuses on Peters Free arm, clinching in anAmericana armlock, The fans are cheering loudly, they know this time the end is very near.
Erin Robbins: Oh my, he's got it clinched.
Zach Davis: The TSN, only one person has ever escaped it, possibly the most lethal submission in wrestling today.
Peter is screaming in pain, the ref doesn't even bother to ask, he makes a snap call to save Peter from permanent damage,
Erin Robbins: An impressive return from Terry here at Explosion, the former television champion chalking up a W here tonight
Zach Davis: Terry got the win, but don't forget that Peter Quinn put on a hell of a match here tonight, he came close to winning it, and early on. That training is paying off, if this is a sign of things to come, Peter Quinn might become a force to be reckoned with Erin, this might be a guy to keep an eye on.
The crowd pops for Terry, standing tall in the the center of the ring, raising his hand in salute to the Chicago crowd. He soaks in the cheers, and even the spattering of faint boos. Suddenly "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy begins playing on the jumbo tron. Terry's smile turns into a sinister grin, turning his focus to the entrance way, the fans go wild as Night Rider charges the ring with hatred burning in his eyes.
Terry yells something to Night Rider, but the words are lost in the chorus of yells from the fans. standing all on their feet, sensing all hell is about to break loose. Night Rider jumps over the top rope and goes after Roberts. The two begin trading lefts and rights in the middle of the ring. Each one rocking the other back, but neither gaining a clear advantage. The fans feed ever more into the chaos, they are eating it up, it's a near frenzy as a divide of chants begin to ring out in favor of both combatants, Terry goes for a Muay Thai elbow in an attempt to end the stalemate in his favor, but Night Rider ducks, and begins rocking Terry with extra hard rights, before popping him into the ropes with a hard forearm shot to the temple.
The ref steps in to break it up and catches a desperation right cross from Terry for his efforts that sends him to the mat. Roberts take advantage of the slight distraction it causes Night Rider and connects with a left hook. Night Rider sneers in anger and retaliates with a right cross. The fans are near rabid by now, as they see someone running down the ramp way to the ring.
Denise D'Evil comes running out from the back. Along with security they rush the ring and get in between the two fighters. Night Rider and Terry Roberts both yell back and forth at each other as the crowd goes wild. Terry is able to use his size advantage to bull past the security and dive bombs Night Rider, the two begin trading blows again, it's nearly chaotic, one can barely hear oneself thinking the noise level has reached such a high pitch.
Denise turns around, using all her might to shove Terry back, she being the lone sense of reason scolds Terry. Night Rider uses the same bull rush tactics to plow through the security team, he gets within striking distance of Terry, and lands several hard straight jabs, one hitting squarely on Terry's nose, knocking him back into the turnbuckle.
Denise, frustrated with the both of them, gets in Night Riders face, finally Roberts is muscled out of the ring by security and led to the back, yelling curses towards the ring, as D'Evil stands with her partner.
Kyle Steel: Now that order has been restored can someone wake the ref up while I announce the match. Featuring first, already in the ring. The demons from the dark side. Denise D' Evil and Night Rider. Your WCF World Tag Team Champions. The Shadow Demons.
D'Evil calms down Night Rider and gets him to concentrate on the match ahead of them as Kyle Steele begins introducing their opponents.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next. Their opponents, Adam Young and Collin Corona. The Regulators.
"Regulate" by Warren G starts playing and multicolored lights fill the arena. Out steps Robert Hattfield and Firefly. They start towards the ring and then stop as huge bursts off white pyro go off and out step The Regulators. They point towards the ring just before they walk the aisle. They circle the ring and then slide in. Bursts of white pyro go off from each corner as they take off their Regulators= Money & Fame t-shirts. They throw the tees into the crowd. Firefly steps into the center of the ring and leans backwards towards Adam and does a back cartwheel into his arms. She kisses him on the cheek and they are ready to fight.
Suddenly, Papa Smurf comes running out with a referee shirt on. He stands between the two teams and grabs the microphone from Kyle Steele.
Papa Smurf: For Smurfs sake. I am going to stand in here and do what that guy couldn't do. If you break the rules I will smurf you up. Now go to your corners and smurf it up until the bell rings.
Erin Robbins: I can't believe it. Now I have seen everything. Papa Smurf refereeing a damn match? Oh shit. I mean, Damn. Can we go to commercial?
Zach Davis: What's next? A striptease from Smurfette?
Erin Robbins: I sure hope not. Let's see how this goes.
Night Rider starts it off for his team and Adam Young for the Regulators. The two square off in the center of the ring, Shoving each other and yelling into each others face. Night Rider turns his head as if he were going to walk away and swings around with a right cross that stuns Young and sends him staggering backwards. Papa Smurf runs over and yells at him about using a closed fist. Night Rider shakes his head and swears it was an open hand.
Night Rider moves in and is quickly caught with a kick to the gut by Young. Followed by a forearm smash that staggers Night Rider. Young catapults himself off the ropes and hits Night Rider with a clothesline. Finally the big man goes down. Young climbs to the second rope and jumps off with a knee across the forehead of Night Rider. Young with a quick cover.
Young looks around. Where in the hell did Papa Smurf go to? Suddenly he sees him come running up from the back zipping up his pants.
Papa Smurf: Sorry, I had to smurfing piss. What did I miss?
Erin Robbins: What a time to have to take a piss. He should have done that before he came out. He could have cost Adam Young the match there.
Zach Davis: I know what you mean Erin. Hey we actually agree on something.
Erin Robbins: For God's sake don't let it get around. What a move by Young there.
Young shakes his head and picks up Night Rider. BAM! He drives his head into the mat with a DDT. Young with the cover. This time Papa Smurf is in position.
Frustrated, Adam Young walks over and tags his partner Collin Corona before going back over and grabbing Night Rider. Night Rider surprises him with a blow to the gut and a fast uppercut that sent him reeling back towards his partner. Corona motions for Young to get out of the ring and turns to face Night Rider, Just in time to catch a big boot to the face followed by a clothesline that just about took his head off. Night Rider then dives for his corner and clearly tags in Denise D'Evil.
Denise jumps into the ring and Papa Smurf quickly rushes over to make her get out. She swears she made the tag and he swears he didn't see it. D'Evil angrily steps back out of the ring as Night Rider gets back in. Corona and Night Rider tie up. Corona with a rake of the eyes and a kick to the gut. Corona sends Night Rider hard into the corner and quickly follows him in with a splash. Night Rider staggers out of the corner and Corona hits him with a superkick that sends him back into the corner. Corona runs to the opposite corner and heads towards Night Rider with all his might.
Suddenly he trips on Papa Smurf moving around the ring and falls flat on his face. Papa Smurf bends down to see if he is okay and it takes everything Corona has to keep from kicking his sorry blue ass. Corona gets to his feet and walks towards Night Rider. Right into a clothesline from hell that sent him hard to the mat. Night Rider rolls over the fallen Corona and makes his way to the corner. He turns to make sure papa Smurf is watching and tags in D'Evil.
Zach Davis: D'Evil finally gets into the match. She looks pretty fired up.
Erin Robbins: Fired up hell. You just think she's hot. Remember, She's taken. Like she would want anything to do with you anyway. I can't wait for their wedding.
Zach Davis: He sure is a lucky shit.
Erin Robbins: I'll tell him you said so.
Zach Davis: Shit!
D'Evil picks up Corona into a fireman's carry and begins spinning around before dropping him straight down on his head with a DDT! Denise with the cover as Papa Smurf quickly slides into position.
We interrupt this regularly scheduled program for a special report. We have a clean up in aisle five, Bring a mop. That is all. We now return you to your regular programming.
No, Corona gets his shoulder up before Papa Smurf can even begin counting. D'Evil tags in Night Rider. Adam Young stands on the apron yelling at Night Rider, daring him to let him get in the ring. Night Rider picks up Corona, Takes him over and throws him at Young. Young ducks out of reflex and reaches up to tag himself in as his partner goes flying out to the arena floor. Young jumps into the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt by Night Rider. The two hook up and Night Rider quickly gets Young in an arm bar and applies the pressure. Young curses out loud as Papa Smurf asks him if he wants to quit. Young shakes his head no. Night Rider releases the hold and waits for Young to turn around before hitting him with a forearm smash. Young retaliates with one of his own. The two trade blows as Papa Smurf walks over to break it up. Night Rider backs off and as soon as Papa Smurf is out of the way hits Young with a dropkick that knocks him on his ass.
Night Rider picks up Young and sends him hard into the turnbuckle. Night Rider grabs Young by the head and begins pounding it into the turnbuckle over and over as the crowd adds them up.
Young falls to the mat. Night Rider walks over and yells something at Corona that pisses him off. Corona jumps into the ring, Only to be ran right back out as Night Rider took the metal chain out of his pocket and wrapped it around his fist. He grabs Young by the head and begins hitting him over and over. Blood begins flowing down as Young screams out in agony. papa Smurf forces Night Rider back out of the corner. Young makes his way out and Night Rider charges in again. Young ducks and flips Night Rider over. His momentum carries him over the top rope and onto the arena floor.
Young wipes the blood from his eyes as he makes his way over to the ropes. Just as Night Rider is getting to his feet he propels himself over and hits Night Rider with a cross body. Night Rider hits the arena floor hard and screams out in pain as he reaches for his back. Young gets up and grabs a chair from ringside. As soon as Night Rider gets to his feet and turns around Young hits him over the head with the chair. Night Rider goes down and Young throws the chair away. Young picks up Night Rider by the head and slams it against the steel railing at ringside. Blood begins flowing from the wound as Young laughs maniacally. Young slides Night Rider under the bottom rope back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and times his leap perfectly.
WHAM! That had to hurt!
A dazed and confused Night Rider still had enough sense to roll out of the way. Young hits the canvas face first and blood begins spurting from his busted nose. Night Rider rolls to his corner and tags in D'Evil. D'Evil rushes over to prevent Young from tagging in Corona but is just a second too late. Corona leaps over the top rope and hits her with a dropkick. D'Evil is stunned and reels backwards. Corona attempts a clothesline, D'Evil ducks. Corona hits the ropes and comes off hoping to catch D'Evil by surprise. D'Evil catches him and using his momentum against him plants him with a DDT. D'Evil with the cover. Papa Smurf gets into position.
Zach Davis: Yes, The Tag Team Champions have won the match. Wait a minute, What is Seth Lerch doing out here? He has a microphone. Let's see what he has to say.
Erin Robbins: All I know is this can't be good.
Seth Lerch: Wait just one minute here. This referee is not sanctioned to work with the WCF. Therefore I can not allow his ruling to stand. Can I get a sanctioned referee from the back please.
Another referee rushes out from the back and slides into the ring.
Seth Lerch: Now, This match will continue.
Seth Lerch leaves the ring and makes his way to the back as D'Evil bends down to pick up Corona. He grabs her into a small package and grabs the tights as the referee makes a quick count.
No, D'Evil powers out in time. D'Evil picks up Corona and quickly slams him down to the mat. She picks him up again and throws him into the ropes. As he comes off she catches him in a sleeper hold as she clutches on and drops him to the mat. She applies all of her pressure and weight onto his back to help cut off the circulation to the brain. Young rushes into the ring and hits D'Evil from behind with a clothesline. Night Rider jumps into the ring and grabs Young. He slams Young into the corner and begins hitting him with chops while D'Evil is working over Corona in the other corner. Night Rider whips Young out of the corner at the same time d'Evil whips Corona out of her corner. The two collide with a loud thud in the center of the ring. Young slides out under the bottom rope as D'Evil hits Corona with The Quickening. She makes the cover as the referee gets into position.
The Tag Team Champions retain the titles. What a match that was folks.
Zach Davis: We have had a lot of impressive newcomers in the WCF in the last month and the two in our next match, Alexander Richards and Tommy Greco might be the most impressive.
Erin Robbins: Are you just sucking up because you don't want any other rookies to beat you down next week? And might I add Crisis could still beat you up for saying that as well.
Zach Davis: Yikes, you're right. But Alexander and Tommy have both been impressive since their debut.
Erin Robbins: Wrong again Zach. Tommy Greco has been impressive and he's outsmarted Richards time and time again. Alexander, the so called Enlightened One, hasn't won a match since debuting in the WCF. And picking a fight with Greco isn't the way to get it done.
Zach Davis: Well we'll soon see. One thing is for sure these two guys haven't gotten along since their debuts in the WCF and have been rivals from the start. Time to see just who is the better competitor once and for all.
The opening bars of Ghost Opera by Kamelot begins and Alexander 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 slaps hands with all fans foolish enough to try. He, of course, hits the fans hands as hard as human possible. But he doesn't get to do much hand slapping as Tommy Greco nails Alexander across the back with a steel chair. A second shot to the head drops Richards. Tommy then lifts up Alexander and gets him a piledriver right on the ring ramp.
Erin Robbins: I love it! Tommy Greco gives Alexander just what he deserved after last week's sneak attack by playing it forward.. all over the skull of Richards. Now he's trying to get referee Kip Wingzinger to ring the bell and count out Richards but he's not biting. Buzzkill.
Zach Davis: As well he shouldn't! You can't get rewarded for koing your opponent before the bell. Tommy rolls out of the ring and picks up the massive Richards over his shoulder and carries him towards the ring. He dumps him through the ropes and Kip finally calls for the bell. Tommy
Blows a snot rocket at Richards and cover him. 1-2- kick out.
Tommy looks a little surprised but that quickly turns to anger as he begins to stomp the life out of Alexander. He then wraps both hands around Richards' throat and chokes him for a ref's count of four. Tommy then drops an elbow, a second one, then a third before making another cover. 1-2- another kick out. Tommy picks up Richards and whips him to the corner, following him in with a vicious clothesline then a bulldog out of the corner.
Erin Robbins: Thus far this has been all Greco.
Zach Davis: Easy to do when your jump your opponent.
Erin Robbins: So results count. Not the means.
Tommy meanwhile has grabbed onto Alexander's legs and rolled him over into a boston crab. While Kip checks on Richards Tommy grabs hold out of the top rope for extra leverage. The Enlightened One grimaces in pain but doesn't submit. It looks like he might have to but Kip looks up and spots the cheating and forces Tommy to break the hold. He does after another count of four then drops a knee right to the small of the back.
Erin Robbins: This Tommy Greco is a thinking man's wrestler. Look at him work the back now. Second knee drop to the spine, now he lifts Richards up and gives him the old backbreaker.
Zach Davis: Tommy applying a camel clutch to Richards now. It's not enough for him to win. I think he wants to prove a point and make his rival give up here. But whoa. Richards displaying his physical strength. He gets to his feet with Tommy still on his back and crushes him right into the corner.
Alexander staggers backwards, clearly favouring his back. He charges in, albeit rather slowly, but Tommy quickly nails him with the hot shot. He makes a flair cover putting both pin up on the ropes. 1-2-3, no Alexander barely kicked out. Tommy then shows off some power of his own lifting up Alexander for a press slam and tossing the super heavyweight across the ring with ease. Alexander struggles to his feet only to be taken down with a vicious lariat! Tommy smiles, thinking he has total control of this one. He drags Richards up positioning his head between his legs and lifting him up for the Goods. He nails his version of the Razor's Edge then makes a cover. 1-2- Alexander gets his foot on the ropes to break up the pin.
Zach Davis: Alexander Richards showing a tremendous capacity for absorbing punishment so far in this match up.
Erin Robbins: Yeah but he isn't doing anything offensive so eventually Tommy's going to get him. Like right now. It looks like powerbomb time. No, Alexander just backdropped Greco over the top rope instead.
The crowd actually cheers, seemingly getting behind Richards for whatever reason. But Alexander collapses to the mat from all the punishment he has taken. Tommy meanwhile uses the ring apron to pull himself up and he climbs his way to the top rope. But before he has time to leap Alexander grabs him around the throat and tosses him across the ring. Tommy quickly gets up but is just as quickly knocked down again with a big boot! Tommy gets up looking stunned and Alexander quickly takes him down again with a t bone suplex!
Zach Davis: I'll bet Tommy saw that move a lot in his days as an ECW investor. Alexander roaring back now with that spinning elbow strike off the ropes, also known as the roaring elbow. He makes a cover, one count only.
Erin Robbins: Tommy still has a lot left. Although he might not for long if he keeps taking moves like that belly to belly suplex. Tommy looks stunned here.
Alexander lifts him up for a bear hug. It looks like he's putting the bad mouth on Greco as he shakes him back and forth again and again before finally planting him with a hard spinebuster! He makes another cover and this time gets a two count. Alexander then mounts Tommy and starts to unload on him with a series of hard punches to the face of Greco. He then decides to bite away at the face of Tommy G. Referee Kip has seen enough and starts to read Alexander the riot act. He breaks the hold and begins to loudly argue with the official.
Zach Davis: This isn't very smart. He needs to focus on the match not on fighting with the referee. Who was right by the way to stop his illegal tactics. Oh, low blow from behind by Tommy Greco! He took complete advantage there and now he nails him with the Stroke, a forward leg sweep. 1-2- barely kicked out of that one.
Tommy executes a swinging neckbreaker then tosses Alexander right over the top rope. He bounces off of the ropes and dives through the ropes connecting with a flying forearm onto Richards.
Erin Robbins: Tommy is going to finish him off here. He bounces Alexander's head off of the ring railing now. He backs off then charges.. oh good night! Alexander saw him coming picked him up and dropped him right onto the railing throat first with a hot shot!
Alexander rolls back in then out to break the referee's count. He stakes Tommy who is still holding his throat and drags him to his feet. A quick boot to the gut allows him to lift Greco for a powerbomb.. but instead of the powerbomb he gets a starting start and drives Greco head first into the ring post. He backs off then does it again.
Zach Davis: That's Alexander's pet move. The Unconscious Truth! And it's a brutal one. He tosses Tommy back in and then follows him in and makes a cover. 1-2-3! After a tough battle Alexander proves his superiority over Tommy Greco.
Erin Robbins: For one match at least. I do have to give him credit though. He took a beating and came back to hand Tommy Greco his first pin fall defeat. But I doubt it's over.
Zach Davis: After that it could be. I know I wouldn't want to tangle with Richards.
Erin Robbins: You're not an athlete the likes of Tommy Greco though.
We cut to the backstage area where Jayson Price is drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels as he walks the hallways. He rounds a corner and nearly bumps into Steve Orbit and two of his finest hoes. Price takes a step back and gives Orbit a serious look before breaking out into laughter.
Jayson Price: Orbit! How you doing you son of a bitch?
Steve Orbit: I'm all right playa. What about you?
Jayson Price: Eh, a little buzzed. But what else is new, am I right?
Price lets out a laugh before resuming drinking. Orbit shakes his head and chuckles as his hoes look bored.
Steve Orbit: So look man, I was actually looking for you. I was hoping I could get your opinion on something.
Jayson Price: For you, anything. What's up?
Steve Orbit: I want you to tell me about Torture.
Jayson Price: Torture? Well it's a rather barbaric method for getting information but I can't deny it's effectiveness. In fact, I-
Steve Orbit: No you dummy, not torture. Torture. You know, the wrestler.
Jayson Price: Seriously? It'd be more pleasent talking about how to get people to talk by breaking their thumbs.
Steve Orbit: Come on man, tell me what you know.
Jayson Price: He's a giant piece of shit that will stab you in the back the second you aren't looking. Trust me, don't think for a second that he's got your back tonight.
Steve Orbit: Really?
Jayson Price: Steve, buddy, Seth might make it out like he's doing you a huge favor by giving you Torture as your partner tonight, but he's bending you over a barrel on this one. You're going to have to work twice as hard tonight if you want to win this match because Torture is going to do his own thing just like he always does.
Steve Orbit: This isn't just about you two and your beef is it? Like, he's not all that bad, right?
Jayson Price: Actually, he's worse. Steve, I'm telling you, don't trust him for a second to be of any real help tonight. It's going to be all on you to win this match.
Steve Orbit: Well shit, thanks man.
Price nods his head and then takes a swig from his bottle. He then offers it to Steve who shakes his head no. Price shrugs his shoulders and walks off as the scene fades out to black.
Zach Davis: We saw Corey Black talk up Torture to Orbit earlier in the night, and now we've got Price saying all this?
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit and Torture don't have any kind of history, Zach, so Orbit surely has no idea what to think now. Damn.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership for the Tag Team Titles! Introducing first . . .
The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness, followed slowly behind by the First Apostle, Mark Dillinger. Wasting little time, the pair makes their way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate them. The spotlight follows, giving Remus a regal appearance in the modest darkness while Mark Dillinger stays in the shadows.
Stanley Moser: From Phoenix, Arizona and Raleigh, North Carolina… weighing in at a combined weight of 447 pounds… they are Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger, Team SCIENCE
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead. Mark Dillinger waits for the lights to die down before he climbs into the ring without any further fanfare.
Zach Davis: This duo is looking to pick themselves up after their recent loss with S-PAC. Honestly, I don’t know why the loss warranted this group a Contendership match. It’s probably because the Doctor begged for it.
Erin Robbins: Jay Price begged too and he got a title shot. At least Remus is willing to fight for his shots.
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder, followed by a much more subdued Scoops Callahan, who merely waves at the fans. Buzz jogs down towards the ring while Scoops walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans. Buzz waits for Scoops to catch up before they both enter the ring, Buzz by rolling underneath the ropes and Scoops by the stairs.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 401 pounds… they are Scoops CALLAHAN and Buzz WORTHY!
Zach Davis: This unlikely duo are looking to ride their tag team momentum into a title shot
Erin Robbins: Break them in half, Remus!
Zach Davis: Biased as always.
The two teams step into their respective corners, both determining who was going to start the match. After some deliberation, Scoops Callahan and Mark Dillinger step forward to the center of the ring. The referee goes over the rules for the two men before he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: And this match is a go!
Scoops Callahan immediately calls for a tie-up, which Dillinger obliges to. The smaller Callahan quickly transitions the lock-up into a headlock, hoping to choke Mark out. Mark attempts to outmuscle Callahan, but the reporter has the hold on tight, so Dillinger backpedals into the ropes to force the break. Dillinger attempts an uppercut once Scoops relinquishes the hold, but the wiry man steps out of the way into the center of the ring. Dillinger, hot-headed as he is, rushes at Scoops, who gets a boot up underneath the First Apostle’s jaw.
Zach Davis: Dillinger walks into Scoops’ “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head”
Erin Robbins: Look at the little man capitalize . . . with another headlock
Indeed Scoops locks in a second headlock, which he transitions into a takedown. Callahan maintains the hold on the mat, wrenching on Dillinger’s neck in the center of the ring. Dillinger tries to wiggle out of the hold, once putting both shoulders on the mat, though the referee doesn’t even get past a one count. A few more moments of this passes before Remus has finally had enough; the big man enters the ring and breaks the hold with a boot to the back of Scoops’ head. He returns to his corner without further incident, though he yells at both Buzz and Mark, the former to stop protesting his “illegal” actions and for the latter to pick up his game.
Erin Robbins: Look at the honorable doctor coaching his student.
Zach Davis: You always miss the big picture, don’t you?
The pair rises to their feet, Dillinger faster than Scoops. The First Apostle shoots the rope, hoping for a lariat on the rebound. Scoops ducks, though, and locks in another headlock!
Erin Robbins: Oh look, Scoops is keeping the fans guessing tonight.
Dillinger has had enough of these repetitive submission holds. Throwing his elbow once, twice, three times, Scoops is forced the relinquish the hold. Dillinger then grabs the reporter by his own head and then leaps up and over, driving Callahan’s skull to the mat with an impressive Asai DDT.
Zach Davis: An athletic move from the First Apostle.
Erin Robbins: And here comes the doctor.
Instead of going for the pin, Dillinger obliges to Micayle’s call to be tagged in. The Doctor immediately moves over to the downed opponent, stomping on Callahan to wear him down; he even rubs his foot across Callahan’s forehead, inciting the fans in the arena
Zach Davis: Buzz said it right earlier; the doctor is a bully!
Pulling Scoops to his feet, Micayle takes him down with a quick Gutwrench suplex that nearly threw Callahan out of his penny loafers. Micayle pulls him up for a second time, only to take him back down with another suplex. A third and final time Scoops is pulled to his feet, but this time Micayle holds Scoops horizontally across his chest. Remus carries the groggy opponent over his corner, mouthing off to Buzz Worthy (out of the man’s reach of course). Once his banter was over, Remus discards Callahan up and over with a Fallaway Slam.
Zach Davis: Remus isn’t the biggest guy on the roster, but wrestling with a man as small as Scoops, his size truly shows.
Erin Robbins: Micayle is going for the old-school leg drop on Scoops . . . No!
Zach Davis: Scoops rolled out of the way. He grabs onto Remus and . . .
Erin Robbins: Go on and say it. He locked in another headlock.
Indeed Scoops has, wrapping his arms around the neck of his seated opponent; for a little extra flair, he’s even applied leg scissors to keep his opponent grounded.
Zach Davis: Scoops is putting on a clinic for the fans tonight!
Erin Robbins: But here comes Dillinger!
The First Apostle is immediately in the ring, sick and tired of these incessant headlocks. Instead of breaking the hold with a simple stomp, Dillinger instead shoots the ropes, coming back with a kick intended for Scoops, who was seated behind Micayle. The reporter sees the blow coming, though, so he pulls Micayle in front of him, leaving the doctor to absorb the kick’s impact with his chin!
Zach Davis: Whoops!
Dillinger stares awestruck at his downed mentor, allowing Scoops to get behind him. One Bionic elbow later and now both members of Team Science are down on the mat. Instead of going for a pin, though, Scoops tags in Buzz, who bursts into the ring with a pop from the crowd. He drops an elbow on Dillinger, an elbow on Remus, on Dillinger, on Micayle. Buzz picks up the pace, popping up only to drop again, much to enjoyment of the crowd, who is counting along with him. Finally for the finale, Worthy leaps high into the air and drops an elbow onto both men before rolling Micayle up for the pin.
Erin Robbins: Going to take more than elbow drops to put Micayle out.
Buzz rises to his feet, grabbing Dillinger first to toss him roughly out of the ring before he turns his attention on the downed Micayle. Pulling Micayle up to his feet, Buzz throws him onto his shoulders and then begins to spin. Once, twice, three rotations before he lets Micayle on his feet. The double-axe handle to finish the Arizona Bull Ride follows, but the dizzy Micayle drops to one knee, ducking the blow. Transitioning, Buzz throws a kick hoping to catch Remus in the face, but the doctor catches it! Buzz can do nothing but hop as Micayle takes him to the mat with a Dragon Screw. Buzz is back on his feet quick enough, only to eat a kick to the gut from the doctor. A DDT follows, along with the first pinfall from Team Science.
Erin Robbins: Come on! That was a slow count.
Buzz rolls onto his size, looking for Scoops, who is outstretched for the pin, but Remus won’t allow the exchange to be made. Remus latches onto the ankle of Buzz, but the man rolls onto his back and nails Remus in the face. Micayle backs off long enough to allow Scoops to tag in, the little man moving quicker than usual to capitalize on Remus’ stunned status. Stepping up to the big man, Scoops winds up and nails the big man with a punch, stomping his foot on the mat for emphasis. He doesn’t fall, though, so he winds-up again a second time and connects, still to no avail. A third wind-up is enough, though, to put Remus on the mat for Scoops to make the pin.
Remus practically throws Scoops off of him, rising to his feet despite the brutal punches he had just sustained. Scoops waits for him to rise before charging forward, hoping for a big boot, but Remus steps aside, sending Scoops straight into the arms of an awaiting Mark Dillinger, who had finally rolled back into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Mark has got him. KIA!
Zach Davis: Scoops isn’t down, though. He stumbles, turns around . . . boom, there’s The Formula from Micayle! Here’s the pin.
Zach Davis: Buzz broke the pinfall with a News Crash!
Indeed, the big man scaled the turnbuckle just in time to break the pinfall, saving the match at the expense of his own body. Dillinger immediately puts the boots to Buzz, forcing him out of the ring. Looking back once at his master, who is rising to his feet, Dillinger launches himself over the top rope, landing on the downed Buzz with a big splash.
Zach Davis: High impact match so far!
Out of nowhere, Scoops rolls Micayle up with a School Boy!
Erin Robbins: NO!
The fans gasp in disappointment as Remus kicks out, as most of them were hoping for the big win from Scoops. The reporter rises to his feet, preparing for one final big boot with hopes to put this match away for good. Remus is up, Scoops launches himself . . . straight into a second Formula from Micayle, who quickly goes for the pin while Dillinger has Buzz distracted on the outside.
Zach Davis: Great. Team Science has become the number one contenders to the Tag Team Titles.
Erin Robbins: Looks like we'll be getting Team Science vs the Shadow Demons soon enough!
The bell sounds as Micayle gets to his feet, getting his arm raised.
Zach Davis: That's going to be a hell of a matchup, Shannan.
Erin Robbins: ...
Zach Davis: Sorry. Force of habit, still.
Doctor: Good news Mr. Roberts, your nose is not broken.
The cold, white, dismal infirmary. Even in Chicago it looks like a damned steroetypical hospital room. Terry is sitting on the exam table, holding an ice pack wrapped in a cloth rag against his nose. Parts of the normally white rag are red, the consequence of a bloody nose. Terry looks down at the rag, isn't a busted nose the same thing as a broken nose? He shakes his head, If it ain't broke, that is fine by him. He runs the whole situation that just occured over again in his mind. Night Rider drew first blood, he growls inwards to himself. should have just thrown down and layed Night Rider out last week and just taken the consequences after words. The Dr. takes the rag away from Terry's nose, handing him a new cold ice compress.
Doctor: Once the bleeding stops, just some minor swelling will the be worst of it. Take some ibuprofen for any pain and it should be totally healed in a few days.
Terry Roberts: Thank you Dr.
Terry pressed the cold ice pack against his nose, cursing himself for not knocking Night Riders head off last week, as he grabs his trench coat and his steel guitar, a young rookie camera man bursts into the room. Terry measures the guy up and down. Probably just out of college, trying to show his chops by getting the "inside scoop". Every single member on the roster here in WCF have either encountered these guys, or will eventually some time down the road, Terry would almost swear Seth cloned these guys just for that purpose. He grins as the camera man, as usual, has suddenly forgotten how to set up for a shoot interview, he chuckles as the young rookie wanna be Scoops Callahan finally gets his shit together.
Terry Roberts: Your late.
The poor cameraman tilts his head to the side, a befuddled look on his face makes Terry chuckles again. Their usually waiting for you before you even arrive, Seth's new batch of shot reporters must have been a faulty batch, he thinks to himself. The camera man shrugs, getting Terry in focus, and then asking the "scoop" question that he thinks will unseat Hank Brown as the lead interviewer. These clones were so unoriginal.
Scoops Callahan: So Mr, Roberts, what are your future plans now that your back in WCF?
POINT, MATCH, SET! God their so predictable. But something causes a momentary pause, Terry looks down at the bloody rag sitting next to the exam table. his eyes narrow, focusing on it. That punch plays out in his head. Play, rewind, play, rewind, play, rewind, play. His mind zooms in, watching the sneer on Night Riders face as security literally drags Terry away from the ring. Rage fills him. Fuck this, this is not how his return is going down. Dominated in his first match back, then punked out like a bitch by a former tag partner? He looks at the camera man, who sees fire inside the eyes of Terry through his view scope, he flinches just a bit, startled by the sudden change in demeanor. Terry Grabs the camera man by his shirt collar, his voice has changes, it's deeper, more intense. The camera man swears it's like Terry changed personalities right in front of him.
Terry Roberts: You want a comment? Follow me. I've got something to say.
Terry nearly jerks the door to the medical room off it's hinges, the camera man looks on stunned. What just happened here? he jumps just a bit, startled when the Dr. places his hand on the young rookie reporters shoulder, a warm, gentle smile on the old mans face
Doctor: You best get to running, he ain't waiting for you young man.
The camera man hesitates, but he ain't getting any points towards a promotion by just standing around with his head up his ass.
Terry walks down the hallway, with his steel reinforced guitar slung over his left shoulder, he keeps his eyes locked dead ahead, but makes mental notes of all the wrestlers in his view as he passes them by, they were of no consequence to him, right now. he has something to say, and god help anyone who was in that ring at this very moment. They were going to feel his wrath via the power of his "tag team" partner, if they had never felt the destructive force of a steel reinforced guitar, they will tonight. he walks past the production manager, who does nothing to try and stop the big man. He fumbles over his head set, trying to cue up entrance music, already running in his head the berating he was going to get from Eric Price because Terry set back all the time allotments for the card. With no music to cue the commentary crew, he hurriedly contacts Zach and Erin to alert them to the impromptu appearance.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute folks, I'm getting word....yes...
Erin Robbins: Yes Zach, there he is, Terry Roberts IS coming to the ring, Oh my
The fans begin to cheer, it's highly unusual for a wrestler to come to the ring without some sort of entrance music, they know this is all business, shit's about to hit the fan. Terry simply walks over to the time keepers table, calmly picking up a mic, then he climbs the ring steps, walking up to the ring apron, stepping through the ring ropes, walking to the center of the ring, his face has a steel cool calmness, but everyone can see the anger through his eyes, the fans cheers die down so he can speak
Erin Robbins: Wow Zach, that look, he seems like a totally different person from earlier
Zach nods, almost grinning, he is utterly familiar with what is going on,
Zach Davis: Synn
Erin Robbins: What?
Zach Davis: I KNEW something was off before, something not right about his match against Peter Quinn earlier, Erin, something just didn't feel right.
Erin Robbins just nods, Zach was far more personally familiar with this man than she was. They watch just as intently as the fans do as Terry brings the microphone close to his lips.
Terry Roberts: For those of you who have been fans for a while, you already know me.
Fans Cheer, though there is a spattering of boo's and catcalls, Terry doesn't even react, as if it doesn't faze him either way,
Terry Roberts: For those of you who are new, and don't know me. Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Terry Roberts.
He pauses, running a hand through his hair, the fans sense an intensity, a rage burning within Terry that they can almost feel themselves. Terry Scowls, his face contorts with anger,
Terry Roberts: I....AM...SYNN
The fans all rise, the cheers drowning out the boo's. Terry bows his head, keeping control of himself, he feels that desire, the monster wants to feed off the people, it hungers so deeply, it needs their love and hate, it thrives off of it, he denies it, not tonight, there is business to take care of.
Terry Roberts: Make no mistake about it, what I do outside of this ring, has nothing to do with what I do INSIDE this ring. You best believe, when I step through those ropes, and you look into my eyes right here inside this ring, what you see and know, no longer exists, the man you see throughout the week, becomes a monster hell bent on your destruction.
Terry's supporters, fans who have known him from the beginning, show their love.
Crowd: SYNN! SYNN! SYNN! SYNN!
With but a wave of his hand, those fans fall silent.
Terry Roberts: I almost forgot what it was about wrestling that I loved so much. But here, in Chicago
The fans cheer, a cheap pop, unintentional, but he will give them their moment.
Terry Roberts: Right here in Chicago, at Explosion, as I walked down that aisle, I felt that adrenaline rush, I stepped into the ring once more, under the hot lights, I was like a junkie, getting that first hit after rehab, it reminded me once again why I do what I do, it reminded me why I came back to WCF in the first place.
Zach Davis: There he is.
Terry Roberts: Sometimes it takes a slap in the face to wake a person up, to get their heads back on straight,
Terry walks around the ring, the frenzy of cheers is too much, its feeding the monster too fast, the energy, the excitement, he smiles, god how he missed it. fuck it, let's have fun. He closes his eyes, in his mind he pulls off the chains of that monster deep with in him. .
Terry Roberts: NIGHT RIDER,
Terry points to his busted nose.
Terry Roberts: You did a lot more than just slap me in the face, you woke up the demon, boy. You were a tag team partner with me at one time. You know very well what I am all about.
Terry sneers at the camera, hoping, praying that Night Rider was watching on a monitor in the back.
Terry Roberts: YOU WOKE UP THE FIRE BREATHING DRAGON, NIGHT RIDER. APPARENTLY YOU FORGOT WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH...
Terry bites down hard, pressing his two fingers against his throat, he bows down to one knee, once he has created enough saliva, he shoots back up straight, looking straight up to the rafters, with a hard deep exhale, a spray of green mist shoots straight from his lips.
Zach Davis; OOOHH YEAA, THERE IT IS!!!
Eric Robbins: Green mist? Are you kidding me? How the hell did he do that?
Terry looks back into the camera, his lips now covered green, a sick smile on his face and and a look in his eyes to match,
Terry Roberts: Tonight. I'm putting you on notice, you wanted my attention Night Rider, by god you got it.
Eric Robbins: Oh I think we just got the makings of a brand new feud Zach, Night Rider has been asking for it for weeks, well now he has got it.
Zach Davis: We knew something was brewing when these two faced off last week. I think Night Rider has a lot of unanswered questions Erin, and things just got ugly.
A mixture of emotions, all racing like tidal waves through his veins. He's breathing hard, the excitment, he forgot what the rush felt like. He runs his palms down his face, trying to regain some of his composure. He licks his lips, the taste of green mist slightly burns his tongue, he smiles, a sick inhuman smile. Time to rock the boat just a little more.
Terry Roberts: I hope you are back there hearing me loud and clear Night Rider. You smashed my nose tonight, I break you in half next time, and Denis won't be able to save you.
He turns his head to the curtains, a big wolfish grin comes across his face. The fans start cheering again, as he climbs the turn buckles, standing one foot on the second ring rope, the other foot planted on the top turnbuckle.
Terry Roberts: Know, Night Rider, our clash is coming soon. You best believe that. But there is one other thing I want to say, and this is to ALL of WCF.
He turns his eyes towards the ring, pointing to the WCF logo in the center.
Terry Roberts: I'm making an open challenge, to everyone, I don't care who it is. You name the time and place, it doesn't matter to me.
He looks out to all the fans as they cheer their approval.
Erin Robbins: Didn't that open challenge thing backfire and bite him in the ass before?
Zach Davis: He's done an open challenge several times Erin. But that is just who he is, he loves to fight, and love him or hate him, he never backs down from a challenge.
Erin Robbins: Should be interesting to see how this one plays out.
Terry turns his gaze upon the curtain leading to the back, pointing, as if pointing to all the members of the WCF roster.
Terry Roberts: Not only am I making an open challenge, I'm also challenging the champions. I'm not pussy footing around this time, I'm coming after Night Rider, and we are going to beat the hell out of each other. I'm putting out an open challenge to anyone who wishes to accept it, sign that dotted line and lets tear the house down. And I'm also gunning for everyone with a belt strapped around their waist. Whether it be the Television championship, the United States championship, the hardcore title, the world heavyweight championship. Hell, I would even find myself a tag team partner and aim for the tag team titles, I've won the Television and tag titles in the past, I wouldn't mind a second run with either title again.
Terry steps down, walking over standing center ring, looking down at the WCF logo for a moment. He takes several deep breaths, closes his eyes, putting the chain back on the beast, caging the monster once more. Synn has had it's fun, it was time to speak from the heart, the heart of the man, not the monster. he opens his eyes, looking out at the crowd. He chooses his words carefully, for what he was about to say next was genuine truth.
Terry Roberts: I came back to WCF, because this is my home. I came back to WCF because this is my family, guys like Seth Lerch, Gravedigger, Eric Price, Jeff Purse, Odin Balfore. Doc Henry, Nathan Von Liebert, Waylon Cash, I love each and every one of those guys, even in spite of differences we may have had in the past. Much love to everyone else in that back locker room, because they have helped me become what I am today. I came back to WCF to prove to them, and to myself, that I can fulfill the potential I know I have. I came back to WCF, because first and foremost, I'm a hell raiser, and I'm going to raise as much hell as I can on my way to that WCF world heavyweight championship.
The fans all stand in appreciation, as Terry leaves the ring, once more soaking in the energy before walking past the curtain, reading the reactions of as many as he can while making his way to his locker room.
Erin Robbins: Boy, when he said he has a big mouth, he wasn't kidding.
Zach Davis: He can back it up though Erin. This thing with Night Rider, it just got started, I can't wait to hear how Night Rider will reply to what Terry has said here tonight
Erin Robbins: And the challenges. An open challenge to anyone, and a direct challenge to all the champions. I can't wait to see where those go as well Zach,
Zach Davis: So right Erin, he calls himself the Hell Raiser, and I think he might have just done a little hell raising here tonight.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF United States Championship!
Pink and white lights flash as "Bounce" begins to play, stopping with a spotlight on the curtains; as the lyrics hit Mary emerges, full of smiles and energy as she makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the entranceway as she approaches.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger. From Sydney, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 141 pounds... Mary Mac!
Zach Davis: No sign of nerves here from the challenger, Erin.
Erin Robbins: She's been succesful so far agains two big, dangerous opponents. The question is, is she ready to jump up to the elite level of competition?
She hops to the ring apron, doing a double bicep flex pose with a big smile before backflipping into the ring over the top rope. She climbs to the second rope to pose once more for the crowd, giving a little salute before climbing down, ready for her opponent.
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk, and he is the WCF United States Champion... Natural ICE Beckman!
Zach Davis: This man has been on an incredible roll of his own here, Erin, but Mary Mac wasn't the opponent he wanted to fight here tonight. Do you think that could have an effect on this match?
Erin Robbins: He wanted Benjamin Atreyu in a fight, and now he's got Mary Mac in a wrestling match. Definitely two very different opponents in two very different encounters, but ICE is the champion for a reason. I think he's ready for Mary Mac, Zach.
Zach Davis: That kinda rhymes!
Erin Robbins: Shut up.
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
DING DING DING!
Both wrestlers eye each other, a bit wary, before Mary extends a hand to her opponent. After a second, ICE nods and quickly shakes her hand.
Zach Davis: Well... I can't remember the last time I saw THAT in a title match here in WCF.
Erin Robbins: Ugh. Somebody hit somebody already!
The wrestlers circle before locking up. ICE uses his size advantage to back Mary up into the ropes before sending Mary off; as she bounces off the opposite ropes he charges forward, running Mary over with a hard shoulder tackle. She rolls back with the impact, pausing a moment in the ropes to compose herself.
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman demonstrating that overwhelming size advantage on that shot.
Mary pulls herself to her feet before locking up with ICE again. He backs her up into the ropes, sending her off once more. This time he charges in, apparently looking for another tackle, but Mary drops down to avoid contact. Leaping over her, ICE hits the ropes and rebounds off, Mary Mac popping up to her feet to floor him with a high, hard dropkick, ICE rolling back into the ropes as Mary had a moment before.
Erin Robbins: Pretty even here so far. I don't think either of these wrestlers really wants to make a mitsake.
Zach Davis: Mitsake? Don't you mean mistake?
Erin Robbins: ... shut up, dickhead.
ICE stands back up, both wrestlers circling once again. They lock up once more, Mary grabbing a headlock. ICE tries to power her up into a back suplex, but Mary flips through, landing on her feet behind him. She quickly hooks a russian leg sweep, slamming ICE down to the mat before going for a cover.
Zach Davis: And Natural ICE Beckman kicks out with authority!
Erin Robbins: It's gonna take more than a leg sweep to beat the US champion.
As Beckman gets up, Mary grabs his head, starting to turn him for a quick swinging neckbreaker. Beckman counters with an elbow that catches Mary in the side, staggering her just enough for ICE to scoop and slam Mary. She immediately starts to get up, but ICE is ready and executes a quick, hard snap suplex.
Zach Davis: ICE looking for the pin after that suplex!
Erin Robbins: Not enough yet to keep Mary Mac down, not yet.
Beckman tries for a sharpshooter while Mary is down, grabbing one leg. With her free foot Mary kicks him, first square in the chest, then another catching him along the side of the head to push him back. She back somersaults to her feet, charging at the reeling ICE, but he recovers quickly, catching and then launching Mary Mac overhead with a big t-bone suplex.
Erin Robbins: ICE connected big on that one, and he's looking for the falling headbutt now!
ICE nails the headbutt, Mary Mac clearly in pain on the mat. She rolls away from him to her stomach, and he pounces, looking for the Cocktailed Crossface!
Zach Davis: ICE has the arm hooked, but Mary Mac is desperately trying to keep him from locking his hands on the crossface!
Erin Robbins: If he gets this locked in, this match is gonna be over!
Mary fights desperately, keeping her free arm up to block ICE from locking his hands over her jaw before finally rolling through, freeing her arm from between his legs. She comes to her feet in the corner, clearly favouring her shoulder. With Mary in the ropes the referee keeps ICE back before moving to check on Mary, to make sure she isn't too hurt to continue.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac needed to get out of that potentially match-ending situation, but she may have injured herself in doing so.
Erin Robbins: It'd be easy to strain or even partially dislocate your shoulder getting out of the crossface like that, but Mary's waving the referee off so she must be willing to keep fighting.
Zach Davis: It's a shot at the United States championship, she's clearly not going to let it end like this.
Mary's still favouring her shoulder as she pushes past the referee, ICE charging in to meet her coming. Mary ducks a clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes and coming back at him.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac looking for a tiltawhirl headscissors, but Natty ICE counters, spinning Mary out! He's got her back! German suplex with the bridge!
Erin Robbins: Mary Mac is able to kick out, but that took a lot out of her; I don't think the high, hard landing on that suplex did her shoulder any favours either.
As Mary rolls to her hands and knees, starting to get up, ICE grabs her from behind in a waistlock.
Zach Davis: Deadlift german suplex!
ICE gets Mary up, but she elbows him in the side of the head repeatedly until she can reverse the waistlock, popping herself up to his shoulders before rolling him up with a victory roll.
Erin Robbins: ICE kicks out!
Beckman comes up to his feet quickly, grabbing Mary and shooting her off the ropes. He drops his head, looking for a back body drop, but Mary counters by first kicking him in the face and then, when he straightens up, connecting with a spinning wheel kick.
Zach Davis: Fast, hard kicks from Mary Mac there!
Beckman is a bit rattled, but certainly not beaten as he gets up from the kicks, pulling himself up in the corner. Mary takes advantage of the positioning, hooking his head before running up the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Running tornado DDT! That could be enough!
Erin Robbins: And again, Natty ICE gets the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: How tough is this guy?!
Erin Robbins: Being so drunk he can't feel anything probably helps!
Zach Davis: Mary Mac isn't giving ICE a second to recover! She's on the apron, I think she wants the springboard elbow!
Mary grabs the top rope, launching herself up before leaping at ICE for the elbow drop. He rolls to the side and Mary crashes down to the mat hard.
Erin Robbins: High risk, no reward on that one!
ICE grabs Mary, hauling her to her feet before lifting her up for a jumping piledriver.
Zach Davis: The Box Wine Hangover! Huge impact on that one! ICE hooks the leg!
Erin Robbins: I don't believe it! She just barely got the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: ICE wants to end it now. He's pulling Mary up, I think he's looking for The Beer Bong!
ICE pulls Mary up for the powerbomb, but as soon as she's up on his shoulders she starts hammering him with punches before flipping back, taking ICE over with a hurricanrana.
Zach Davis: Big counter from Mary Mac!
ICE starts to get to his feet, but Mary intercepts him with a basement dropkick to the face. Mary points to the corner before starting to climb the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Mary might be looking for the Facial Deconstructive Surgery here, Erin!
Erin Robbins: But she's climbing slow! I don't think she can even use that injured shoulder now!
By the time Mary gets to the top, ICE is up, charging into the corner. He knocks Mary's feet out from under her and she lands hard on the top turnbuckle, her feet tangled in the ropes. ICE hooks her head in a front face lock.
Zach Davis: Is he going to- Hangover DDT! And with her feet caught in the ropes Mary Mac had no chance to lessen the impact! She's out!
ICE drags her free of the ropes before hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: Natural ICE Beckman retains the title!
Zach Davis: The pride of Foam Lake, Wisconsin has done it again, Erin!
Erin Robbins: Would you really call that guy the pride of anywhere?
The referee raises ICE's hand and rewards him the belt before moving to check on Mary, who slowly sits up against the ropes. ICE leaves the ring, retrieving two beers from fans at ringside before re-entering the ring. The referee helps Mary to her feet before ICE offers her one of the beers. After a moment, Mary accepts the beer, taking it and tapping the drink against his before they share a long drink.
Zach Davis: One hell of an effort from Mary Mac, but Natural ICE Beckman was more than she could handle tonight.
Zach Davis: Well up next folks we have a very personal match up…
Erin Robbins: You’re damn right it’s personal, Stacy Robinson has been sticking her nose into S-PAC’s business for weeks now and it’s about time she was taken care of once and for all…
‘Capricco’ by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savouring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…introducing first…from Saint Paul, Minnesota…weighing in at 231 pounds! The self-proclaimed ‘God Given Greatness’…Benjamin…Atreyu!
Atreyu slides into the ring and jumps to his feet before he walks to the centre of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner as ‘Capricco’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Atreyu must be feeling confident here tonight, this will be the third time he’s met Stacy Robinson one on one and he currently holds two victories over her…
Erin Robbins: Are you surprised by that Zach? This man is one of the greatest wrestlers in this company; Stacy’s just a flash in the pan.
‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage with her People's Championship draped over her shoulder, she stops at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before she begins to make her way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds...the WCF People's Champion! Stacy…Robinson!
Stacy reaches the ring and she rolls under the bottom rope, she then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her left hand whilst holding her title above her head in her right hand. She then hands her title to the ringside official before unzipping her jacket and handing that to the ringside official as well as ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received word that due to Scott Savage’s actions last week during Stacy’s match against Waylon Cash, the WCF Director of Operations, Mr. Joey Nitro has banned the other members of S-PAC from getting involved in this match.
Erin Robbins: Who cares, Atreyu doesn’t need anyone to help him defeat Stacy…he’s about to go three and zero here tonight against the so-called People’s Champion…
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway as both competitors circle one another before locking up in the centre of the ring. Before anything else happens, Atreyu breaks away and rolls out of the ring, smirking at Stacy and shaking his head.
Zach Davis: Atreyu knows how badly Stacy wants to get her hands on him, so he’s just messing with her, trying to get her riled up.
Erin Robbins: Great strategy on Atreyu’s part, the angrier Stacy will get, the higher the chance she’ll make a mistake.
The referee’s count reaches six and Atreyu rolls back into the ring, breaking the count as the two competitors once again circle one another, and yet again they lock up in the centre of the ring. Atreyu yet again, breaks away from Stacy and rolls out of the ring, tapping the side of his head with his finger signalling that he’s being smart.
Zach Davis: I don’t know about this Erin, I don’t think Stacy will stand for this for much longer…
Erin Robbins: He’s sucking her in Zach; this is what he wants…
As the referee begins the ten count again, Atreyu turns his back on the ring and outstretches his arms, showing off to the crowd who boo him heavily. Once he’s finished gloating and soaking in the hatred from the fans, he turns back to the ring and is suddenly met with a diving senton from Stacy. As soon as she hits the move, she gets back to her feet and screams out to the crowd as they cheer wildly, pumping her up.
Zach Davis: So Erin, was that part of Atreyu’s plan?
Erin Robbins: Shut up Zach and call the match…
Stacy lifts Atreyu to his feet; however he quickly slams her spine first into the ring apron before he rolls her into the ring. He then rolls into the ring himself, picks Stacy up and nails her with a snap suplex followed by a quick pin.
Zach Davis: Only a one count there for Atreyu, he’s got to do more than that to put Stacy down…
Erin Robbins: And he will…
Atreyu quickly gets back to his feet, picking Stacy up with him and attempts a second snap suplex, however Stacy blocks the attempt and hits him with a dropkick before hitting him with a hurricanrana.
Zach Davis: The People’s Champion fighting back here…
Erin Robbins: This won’t last long…
Stacy quickly goes for a pin on Atreyu.
Zach Davis: And Atreyu kicks out before two…
Erin Robbins: Of course he did…
Both competitors begin to get to their feet and from out of nowhere, Atreyu nails Stacy with a hard European uppercut that sends Stacy staggering.
Zach Davis: What an uppercut from Atreyu!
Suddenly Stacy responds with a European uppercut of her own, Atreyu responds with yet another European uppercut.
Erin Robbins: Stacy’s in a losing battle here…
But again, Stacy hits another European uppercut as the fans eat up the strength of their People’s Champion.
Zach Davis: Stacy is so deceivingly resilient, the amount of punishment she’s suffered against the likes of Oblivion, Waylon Cash and now Benjamin Atreyu, anyone else would have been put down with what they did to her, but Stacy just never seems to stay down!
Erin Robbins: She’s resilient alright, but tonight will end the same way their previous matches against one another have ended, with Benjamin Atreyu’s hand raised in victory.
Suddenly Atreyu nails Stacy with a big boot causing her to crash to the mat in a heap; Atreyu smirks before he grabs hold of Stacy’s leg and locks her in a figure four leg lock causing Stacy to scream in pain.
Zach Davis: Atreyu has the figure four locked in! Will Stacy tap?
Erin Robbins: She’s dead centre in the ring, she’s got nowhere to go and she’s only got one option, to tap.
Atreyu pushes himself off the ground forcing more pressure on the hold as Stacy continues to scream in pain. The fans begin clapping in unison, getting behind her and when it looks as if she’s about to tap out, she manages to muster up enough strength to flip him over, reversing the pressure onto Atreyu who begins to scream in pain himself.
Zach Davis: She survived! And now she has Atreyu locked in the hold…
Erin Robbins: Hang in there Benjamin!
Atreyu slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes and manages to grab the bottom one as the referee begins the five count on Stacy, who breaks the hold at four.
Zach Davis: Stacy utilizing the full five count there to do as much damage as possible…
Erin Robbins: Oh so it’s okay when she does that…
Stacy grabs Atreyu by the legs and drags him to the centre of the ring and quickly hooks the inside leg of Atreyu.
Zach Davis: Atreyu’s still in this thing…
Erin Robbins: You bet your ass he is…
Stacy gets to her feet and puts her hands on her hips before she begins to back away into the corner. She looks around at the sold out crowd and begins clapping over and over and the fans follow as she measures Atreyu.
Zach Davis: Atreyu’s in trouble here…
Erin Robbins: She’s going for Stacy’s Kick!
Atreyu slowly gets to his feet and when he turns around, he’s nailed with Stacy’s Kick as the fans go crazy, unfortunately for them and Stacy however, Atreyu rolls out of the ring and crashes to the floor outside.
Zach Davis: Great ring awareness there by Atreyu…
Erin Robbins: Exactly, Stacy can’t pin Atreyu on the outside.
Stacy shakes her head before rolling to the outside, Atreyu lifts himself up to a seated position and begs Stacy for mercy as he shuffles his way backwards towards the ring steps. Stacy keeps walking towards Atreyu who is still begging her to stop before suddenly, he hits her with a drop toe hold, causing her to go face first into the steel ring steps.
Zach Davis: Damn that had to hurt…
Erin Robbins: Ha! Atreyu was playing her the whole time; he’d never beg someone like Stacy for mercy…
Atreyu slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron and using the bottom rope, pulls himself back into the ring and orders the referee to begin counting Stacy out and he obliges.
Zach Davis: Atreyu looking for an easy victory here as the referee begins the ten count…
Erin Robbins: Hey, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to get the victory…
The referee continues the count as Stacy begins to pull herself up using the bottom rope, as the referee gets to the count of nine, Stacy uses a burst of energy to pull herself back into the ring, much to the delight of the fans and to the dismay of Atreyu.
Zach Davis: As I was saying earlier, Stacy just will not stay down.
Erin Robbins: She’s tough, but Atreyu’s tougher…
Atreyu gets to his feet and measures Stacy as she also gets to her feet, as soon as she turns around, Atreyu nails her from out of nowhere with the Black Eye Sonata before going for the pin.
Zach Davis: No! Stacy just gets her shoulder up!
Erin Robbins: That was unbelievably close…
Atreyu gets to his feet and begins yelling at the referee that it was a three count; however the referee stands his ground and firmly states that it was only two.
Zach Davis: Atreyu can’t let his frustrations get the better of him, he’s got the put Stacy out for good now…
Erin Robbins: I rarely ever agree with you Zach, but I do on this occasion…
Atreyu signals the end is near and picks Stacy up and lifts her up onto his shoulders in the Burning Hammer position, in one swift motion, he plants her with Requiem in D Minor.
Zach Davis: Requiem in D Minor connects!
Erin Robbins: And this one is over…
Atreyu falls back into the ropes, catching his breath and laughing at the fallen Stacy before he stands up right and begins gloating to the fans and they begin booing him heavily.
Zach Davis: What’s Atreyu doing? He needs to get in there and pin her…
Erin Robbins: Relax, she isn’t getting back up, Atreyu’s taking his time to savour the moment, he wants to enjoy defeating Stacy for the third time…
Atreyu then saunters over to Stacy and pulls her onto her back, he looks down at Stacy’s lifeless body and takes one last look out to the crowd and smirks.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous, you’ve had your moment Atreyu, just pin her and get this over with!
Erin Robbins: Zach, you can’t rush God given greatness…
Suddenly from out of nowhere, Stacy comes back to life and hits Atreyu with a drop toe hold and quickly locks him up in Your Final Penance causing the fans to erupt into cheers.
Zach Davis: Your Final Penance is locked in! Stacy was playing possum!
Erin Robbins: No! It can’t end like this!
Atreyu has nowhere to go and Stacy musters up as much strength as possible and pulls back, even managing to lift Atreyu’s body off the ground a little.
Zach Davis: The strength of Stacy! Atreyu is roughly eighty pounds heavier than her and she’s lifting him off the ground!
Erin Robbins: Atreyu has nowhere to go…he’s stuck!
Atreyu has no choice and begins to tap out as the referee calls for the bell. Stacy relinquishes the hold and ‘I Will Not Break’ blasts out of the PA system.
Zach Davis: She did it! Stacy beat Atreyu!
Erin Robbins: It was a damn fluke!
The referee hands Stacy her People’s Championship as Kyle Steel enters the ring to announce her as the winner.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner…
Suddenly Stacy snatches the microphone from Steel’s grasp and raises it to her lips as ‘I Will Not Break’ cuts off.
Stacy Robinson: Chelsea! I know you can fucking here me back there! I don’t give a fuck how long it takes…but I’m going to get my fucking hands on you one day…and you will fucking pay! Chelsea, sooner or later, you will suffer my judgement…your final penance is coming!
Stacy drops the microphone and once again, ‘I Will Not Break’ blasts out of the PA system as Stacy climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp with her title draped over her shoulder and slapping the fans hands before disappearing to the back.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall!
The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally a Beautiful red head appears as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up CM PUNK style screaming
He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp intently
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 195 pounds, Jordan Caliban!
Zach Davis: We've got the leader of Sequitus versus the leader of Pantheon. It doesn't get too much bigger than this.
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.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from New York City, weighing in at 230 pounds, Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. We can see Ciserano standing up on the turnbuckle watching his opponent The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring.
Erin Robbins: Here we go!
DING! DING! DING!
Caliban and Fly face off, with nasty looks on their faces displaying their great dislike for each other. They lock up in the middle, and Fly takes the advantage going for a collar and elbow tie up. He transitions into a headlock, but Caliban shoots him into the ropes. Fly ducks the clothesline that Caliban attempts, bounces off, and hits a diving forearm that takes the two down. Assuming the mount position, Fly begins to pound Caliban with his right hand. After about five punches, Caliban reverses the position and sends Fly to his back. Now on top of Fly, Caliban grabs the left arm of Fly and falls to the side, locking in a cross arm breaker. The officials gets down, as Fly looks in pain but not in distress. He reaches above his head, towards the ropes. Using his feet, he inches towards the bottom rope slowly as Caliban does everything he can to prevent the movement. Fly clasps the bottom rope, and the referee forces the break on Caliban. Like a pitbull, Caliban doesn't want to let go but he does on the count of four. Fly gets back up to his feet, holding his left arm gingerly. Caliban rushes in, but Fly ducks and sends him into the air with a back body drop. Caliban lands hand, reaching for his lower back which landed first on the canvas. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fly whips around and nails Caliban in the chest with a forceful kick that bounces Caliban's chest off the canvas.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly, showing him why people call him the best wrestler in the world today.
Fly is doing what he can to capitalize on the offense, kicking Caliban in the knee repeatedly. Caliban recoils at the moves, and ties himself up in the ropes. The official sees this, and tells Fly to stop the assault. Very reluctantly Fly does, his eyes not breaking the gaze of Caliban. Using the ropes to hoist himself up, Caliban gets back to his feet favoring the knee that Fly was working over. Fly charges, going for a clothesline but Caliban pulls down the top rope as Fly gets to him. Fly goes over the rope, but not off the apron. Fly is standing on the outside, as Caliban looks confused why Fly didn't go to the floor. Caliban swings wildly at Fly, who ducks and delivers a quick shoulder to the stomach of Caliban. He doubles over, and Fly leaps over the ropes and goes into a powerbomb pin on Caliban
Caliban powers out of the pinning predicament. He looks a bit flustered at the quick cover, as once again both he and Fly are on their feet once more. The crowd has gone back and forth, really into the match. Caliban and Fly circle each other this time, looking to see who blinks first. They lock up again, and this time Caliban switches behind Fly and locks his hands around Fly's waist. He lifts him into the air with a German suplex, and holds the bridge with Fly's shoulders on the canvas
Erin Robbins: Fly is a former World Champion and all but DAMN, I thought that may've been it!
The pace has picked up now, as now Caliban and Fly have abandoned the technical side and turned the fight into a brawl. They're trading punches in the middle of the ring, with the crowd cheering every Fly punch and booing every Caliban punch. Caliban takes the upper hand with a hook to the body, which staggers Fly and bends him slightly. Caliban counters with a big uppercut, that rocks Fly and sends him backwards against the ropes. Sensing an opportunity, Caliban sprints at Fly and drills him with a clothesline. The momentum of the move not only sends Fly to the floor, but Caliban goes over the top rope as well. Both land on the arena floor with a bit of a splat. The referee looks at them, but doesn't seem inclined to count with both of them outside. No real advantage is had, as both men get to their feet at roughly the same time. Caliban gets first blow, with a punch to the head of Fly that sends him stumbling towards the post. Caliban lines up Fly, and goes for a jumping kick but Fly dodges out of the way. Grabbing Caliban's head, he throws him into the ring post. Head meets skull, and Caliban flies off in the other direction on the ground. Fly walks over to Caliban, and gets him up on his feet. Walking over to the walls between ringside and the audience, Fly hoists Caliban on his shoulders, and drops him torso first on the barrier. Caliban lands hard, grasping his chest from where the barrier drove into him. Fly takes him by the head, and sends Caliban back into the ring. Fly himself gets back on the apron, and goes up to the top rope. He gets positioned on the turnbuckle, and HITS A SHOOTING STAR PRESS! The fans go wild, amazed at what they just saw. Fly hooks the leg of Caliban for the pin
Zach Davis: So close! This match has been so back and forth. I'm not sure if Jonny Fly expected Caliban to give him such a fight.
You can see on his face that Fly is a bit frustrated with not getting the pin. He takes Caliban by the head, and gets him up to his feet. Fly continues to hold his head, and goes for a facebuster, but Caliban reverses it into a jawbreaker! Caliban was able to cast Fly's arms away, and counter mid air coming down with a jaw breaker. Fly looks absolutely surprised, as he turns around after taking the move and walks into a double armed DDT by Caliban taking Fly down to the mat. Both men are down, the wear and tear of the match seemingly bringing both of them to their limits. Fly and Caliban both are pushing themselves up, the crowd encouraging Fly to get back up. Both get back up, and Caliban is able to get the upper hand by driving his shoulder into Fly's midsection and sticks him in the corner with the move. Caliban drives the shoulder into Fly's stomach over and over. After four times, Caliban backs out and lets Fly sit drained in the corner. Caliban runs in and attempts a splash, but Fly is able to dive out of the way. Caliban lands on the turnbuckles, and misses the move. He bounces backward, and spins around where Jonny Fly hits a facebuster. Caliban lands face up on the mat and then Fly goes to the top rope. The fans cheer as they know what’s coming next! Fly leaps and connects with the FLY SWATTER! He goes for the pin and the fans go absolutely wild
Erin Robbins: HOW DID HE DO THAT?! No one kicks out of the Fly Swatter!
The frustration is beginning to mount on the part of Jonny Fly. He punches the canvas, showing his emotion. Suddenly an idea crosses his mind, and his face lights up with a smile. He gets Caliban, whose dead weight at this point, and walks him over to the ropes. He puts Caliban on his shoulder, and carefully flays his legs across the top rope. The crowd rises to their feet, wildly excited by what's about to happen. Fly secures Caliban's head goes for an Ace Crusher. But,Caliban somehow fights out of the Ace Crusher, landing flat on his feet like a cat as Fly whips around wondering what happened. Caliban seizes him by the head, lifts him in the electric chair position and takes him down with the CALIBOOM! The crowd has been silenced by the move, as Caliban hooks the leg of Jonny Fly and the referee counts
Zach Davis: CALIBAN HAS IT!
Caliban looks pissed, and confronts the official telling him the count was too slow. The referee bows up, telling Caliban it was only a two count. Caliban shakes his head, disgusted at what he feels as the perceived miscarriage of justice. Caliban walks over to Fly, who looks still very out of it on the mat. He grabs him, and walks him over to the corner. Caliban chops Fly across the chest, leaving a red print on the chest of Fly from the force. Fly recoils from the pain, and tries to get out of the corner. Caliban throws him back into the corner, and again delivers a chop. He begins to increase the frequency, landing five and six across the chest of Fly. Fly is gasping for air at the pain from the moves. Caliban sees his opportunity, getting under Fly's abdomen and lifting him into a seated position onto the top turnbuckle. Caliban stands up on the second turnbuckle, and delivers a punch to the head of Fly. Caliban gets Fly to stand up on the top turnbuckle, and joins him on the top turnbuckle. The fans look on at the risky behavior with awe. Caliban punches Fly again, weakening him up that much more. He grabs Fly by the head, and tries to lift him up. Fly refuses, and blocks the move. Caliban blasts Fly in the stomach, and this time lifts him up. Caliban has Fly in the air and goes for the World’s Scariest pile driver once again! But this time, Fly escapes with a hurricanrana. Caliban bounces off the ropes and comes back to Fly who whips him into the corner. Fly charges and nails Caliban with the Discus Fly, nailing the European Uppercut with precision. Caliban falls face up on the mat and Fly goes to the top rope again. Fly attempts another Fly Swatter, and he connects with it again! The fans pop as the referee is in position to make the count.
Erin Robbins: FLY WINS IT.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has finally put away Jordan Caliban, but damn... HELL of a match.
Fly gets up, clearly in pain, holding his head. The referee raises his arm into the air.
Erin Robbins: Caliban may have lost tonight, but he proved to the world that he's not just another Flyjobber, THAT'S for sure.
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen get your snacks and your drinks now... BECAUSE THE HARDCORE TITLE C4 EXPLOSION DEATHMATCH IS.... NE-E-E-EXT!!
Erin Robbins: We are back.
The cameras move around, everyone can see four boards wrapped in barbed wire and the explosive C4.
All of the lights in Joe Louis arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the arena speakers.
Zach Davis: Here comes Jay Price now.
When the guitar kicks in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive amount of heat.
Crowd: FUCK YOU PRICE!! FUCK YOU PRICE!! FUCK YOU PRICE!!
Price goads the crowd on by smiling and waving at them. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a C4 Explosion Death Match for the WCF Hardcore Championship!! Within 20 minutes after the start, of the match... THE RING WILL EXPLODE!!
Zach Davis: HOLY MOLY, ERIN... IN 20 MINUTES THE RING WILL EXPLODE!!
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, first... From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.... weighing in at 260 pounds... The South Street Menace.... JAA-A-A-AY PRIII-I-I-ICE!!
Jay Price rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. Price heads for the corner and climbs up to the second rope to flip off the crowd. Price turns around and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price pulls off his t-shirt and fake throws it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often.
Kyle Steel: His opponent from Chesapeake, Virginia... weighing in at 250 pounds.... He is Mr. WCF and a WCF Hall of Famer.... LOOOOOO-OOOOGAAAAAA-AAA-ANN-NN!!
Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: These Chicago fans HATE Jay Price, but LOVES Logan.
Zach Davis: You want a fan reaction?! Wait for a few seconds!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed United Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Half of the crowd of the United Center is booing, while the other half is cheering loudly.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION.... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera, while holding up a large spool of barbed wire.
Zach Davis: The Monster has barbed wire!!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the United Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on as Oblivion is wrapping the barbed wire around the ropes of one side, of the ring.
Erin Robbins: The ring entrance side ropes are now wrapped with barbed wire, as if this match wasn't dangerous enough.
Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner. All three competitors stumble back.
Zach Davis: This match is under way!!
Erin Robbins: I don't think anyone has to explain how dangerous this situation is. All week all three have thrown personal insults at each other. Not only is the Hardcore title on the line, so is everyone's pride!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion and Jay Price hook up, with a collar and elbow tie up in the center, of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion grabs Price with a side headlock.
Logan grabs both Jay Price and Oblivion and tries to throw them into the barbed wire. Both men stopped in time.
Zach Davis: A right fist by Oblivion onto the head of Logan!!
Erin Robbins: A boot to the gut of Oblivion, by Jay Price!!
Zach Davis: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!
Erin Robbins: What's The Monster doing?
Oblivion leaves the ring, near in front of the commentary table and walks towards Kyle Steel.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs for a chair.
The Monster slides into the ring and drops the chair. Oblivion grabs for Jay Price....
Erin Robbins: Backfist to the gut of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: DAMN IT!! THUMB TO THE EYE BY OBLIVION!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Jay Price with a sit down body slam... ON THE CHAIR!!
Oblivion stands up.
Zach Davis: Here comes Logan...
Erin Robbins: A fist to the head of The Monster.
Zach Davis: A kick to the gut of Logan. Oblivion picks up Logan....
Oblivion charges at Logan....
Erin Robbins: Logan just back body dropped Oblivion on top of Jay Price, who is laying on top of a chair!!
Logan pushes both men off the chair.
Zach Davis: Oblivion gets nailed with the chair!!
Erin Robbins: Jay Price gets nailed also with the chair!!
Logan goes to a corner and wedges the chair between the turnbuckles. The crowd gasps.
Zach Davis: Logan has one of those damn C4 laced explosion boards!!
Logan places the board against the corner. The Mayor of Connector City grabs Oblivion....
Erin Robbins: Snapmare.
Logan runs towards the ropes and bounces off the ropes....
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did Jay Price come from?!?!
Jay Price dropped Logan with a dropkick....
Erin Robbins: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR BY OBLIVION!!
Jay Price grabs his midsection.
Oblivion grabs Jay Price...
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD... THAT MONSTER IS WHIPPING JAY PRICE INTO THE CORNER!!
The crowd holds it's collected breaths as Jay is tossed into the corner with the C4 wrapped board. Logan is grabbing for something.
Erin Robbins: What's Logan grabbing for?
Zach Davis: Logan is moving one of those C4 wrapped boards into position.
Price stops within a foot of the C4 board. Price charges at The Monster.
Erin Robbins: Jay Price charges at Oblivion, who drops down to the mat. Jay Price jumps over Oblivion....
Logan is waiting for Jay Price...
Zach Davis: NOOO-O-O-O!!
Jayson Price: AHHH-H-H-H-H-HHH!!
Jay Price lands onto one of the C4 laced boards. A loud explosion rattles the United Center, as a couple of fire sparks are set off, on the board. As Jay Price moves around, the camera shows the burnt marks on Jay Price's back.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: TW-.... NOOO-O-O
Logan pushes The Monster out of the way and covers Jay Price, himself.
Oblivion nails Logan, on the back of his head with a chair leg drop. The Monster grabs Logan...
Zach Davis: Oblivion goes for an Irish whip to the ropes....
Erin Robbins: Logan reverses the Irish whip and sends Oblivion into the ropes.
The Monster bounces off the ropes...
The crowd gasps....
Zach Davis: Oblivion just got drop toe hold into the barbed wired wrapped ring ropes. Oh my God... The Monster is tangled in the barbed wire!!
Jay Price snuck out of the ring and slinks around the ring, he pulled something from under the ring, in the process.
Erin Robbins: Where in the Hell did Jay Price come from!!
Zach Davis: As Oblivion is hanging into the barbed wire... THAT HE SET UP, Jay Price just nailed The Monster, on the face, with a damn ladder!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just got IT's head smashed in, with another ladder shot.
Jay Price runs around the ring and slides into the ring....
Kyle Steel: 10 MINUTES BEFORE THE RING EXPLODES!!
Zach Davis: They better hurry up, or they will be caught up in an exploding ring!!
Logan drops an elbow drop on Jay Price.
Zach Davis: Logan goes for another elbow drop.
Erin Robbins: Logan missed with the elbow drop.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it!! Oblivion is trying to pull himself away from the barbed wire!!
Skin is being ripped. The Monster is yelling out painful wails. The camera shows small piece of body chunk, that is left on the barbed wire. blood is dripping from Oblivion's body.
Erin Robbins: Jay Price grabs Logan around the neck and head.
Jay Price screams at the crowd, before picking up Logan....
Zach Davis: CRAVATE SUPLEX!!
Erin Robbins: Jay Price is going for the pin!!
Zach Davis: What's Oblivion doing?
The nearby crowd sees what Oblivion grabbed for. The Monster holds it up and the crowd roars out.
Erin Robbins: That's two!!
Crowd: THREE-EE.... WHAM!!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell?!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Erin Robbins: The first holy shit chant, of the evening.
Zach Davis: The first of many!! Back to the match. Oblivion flew off the top turnbuckle and lands with a leg drop on top of a barbed wired chair, which landed on the back of Jay Price!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster goes for the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE.... WHAM!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Logan just leaped off the top turnbuckle and flew off with a corkscrew and lands with a legdrop.
Erin Robbins: What did Oblivion just do?
Zach Davis: Oblivion just handed the barbed wired chair to Jay Price.
Logan grabs Jay Price....
Erin Robbins: Jay Price just nailed Logan with a barbed wired chair!
Jay Price turns around....
Zach Davis: Jay Price just nailed Oblivion with that same barbed wired chair.
Price drops the chair and grabs for one of the C4 laced boards.
Kyle Steel: Two minutes left before ring explosion.
Price positions the board near the corner.
Zach Davis: Price drags Logan to the corner and props him against the corner.
Jay Price carries Logan to the top turnbuckle. The crowd is hushed!!
Erin Robbins: The United Center is at a stand still, as Jay Price has Logan on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: NOOO-O-O-O!!
A large explosion rattles the ring, along with a HUGE puff of smoke. Logan violently flies into the air, flailing his arms around, before violently landing on his right hip.
Erin Robbins: Logan just landed onto the C4 laced board... ASS FIRST!!
Logan rolls around on the mat. Jay takes the opportunity to grab the top ring rope and stomps down onto Logan... OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!!
As Jay Price stomps down on Logan, Oblivion grabs the barbed wired chair and smashes it, edge down against the chest of Logan.... OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!
Crowd: YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!!! YES!!
Jay Price stops stomping down onto Logan. Price looks at Oblivion and gives a half smile....
Zach Davis: The Monster has slammed that damn chair against the skull of Jay Price!!
Kyle Steel: 5 minutes till the ring explodes!!
The crowd screams out in horror, as Logan rolls around and some flesh has been burnt off on Logan's back. The barbed wired chair is stuck against the skull of Jay Price. The Monster proves IT's namesake by pulling and yanking the chair away from the skull of Jay Price. Blood flies everywhere.
Erin Robbins: This match has not failed in any expectations, in this match up!!
Zach Davis: Logan smashes a forearm against the back of the head of The Monster Oblivion!!
Logan whips Oblivion into the ropes that is adjacent to the side of the ring, that is facing the commentary table. Oblivion bounces off the ropes, Logan grabs The Monster....
Erin Robbins: I don't like the look on Logan's face.
Zach Davis: Oh crap!! We forgot about that damn C4 laced board against the corner.
Logan grabs Oblivion, who bounced off the ropes....
Zach Davis: NOOO-O-O-O!!
The surrounding area goes up in tons of smoke. The C4 board sparks up three small fires, which one flame catches the bottom of the left leg side, of the shorts of Oblivion. the Monster shows signs of being charred on IT's back.
Erin Robbins: Jay price is going for the pin on Oblivion....
Crowd: THREE-EE.... WHAM!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Crowd: WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!!
Zach Davis: Logan spins in the air and lands with a ladder on the back of Jay Price!!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Logan glance over to a nearby corner and smiles with an evil impish grin.
Erin Robbins: I think Logan just saw the last C4 laced board in a corner.
Logan grabs Jay Price and whips him into corner, where the last C4 laced board is located at.
Zach Davis: Thank Goodness, for Jay Price's sake. Jay Price stop just in the nick of time, avoiding hitting the C4 laced board.
Logan charges at Jay Price....
Zach Davis: NOOO-O-O-O!!
Zach Davis: Logan missed the spinning heel kick.... LOGAN JUST LOST HIS RIGHT BOOT....
Erin Robbins: AHHHHH-H-H-HHHH-H-HHH!!
Zach Davis: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!
Erin Robbins: Logan's sweaty, bloody pinkie toe landed in my mouth!! IN.... MY.... MOU-OU-OUTH!! AHHHHH-H-H-H-H!!! EWWWWWWWW-W-W-W-W-W!!
Erin takes a quick swig of her glass of water, swishing her mouth, before spitting out the water.
Erin Robbins: THAT WAS DISGUSTING!!
Crowd: THAT WAS FUNNY!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS FUNNY!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS FUNNY!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Blood squirts everywhere, as Logan clutches his right foot, screaming bloody murder!!
Kyle Steel: 2 minutes left before the ring explodes!!
Logan: My foot!! My damn foot!!
As Logan tries to deal with his personal predicament....
Oblivion: HEY ASSHOLE, YOU FORGET SOMEONE?!?!?!
Oblivion flips off Jay Price, who charges at Oblivion...
Jayson Price: AHHH-H-H-H-H-HHH!!
Zach Davis: The Monster Oblivion just back body dropped Jay Price into the barbed wired wrapped ring ropes!!!
Logan see a perfect opportunity when he sees the barbed wired chair. Logan grabs the chair and quickly stutter steps over to Oblivion and throws the chair into the face of The Monster.
Kyle Steel: One minute left till the ring explodes.
There is an urgency with the competitors!!
Zach Davis: They better hurry up, before they get stuck inside an exploding ring!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion catches the chair!!
Zach Davis: SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
Logan takes the barbed wired chair and digs the barbed wire into the face flesh of Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: The Monster is now profusely bleeding... VERY HEAVILY!!
Oblivion drops down to the mat.
Kyle Steel: Thirty seconds till the ring explodes!!
Zach Davis: Logan just collapsed down to the mat, out of due exhaustion!!
Erin Robbins: Jay Price is trying to separate himself from the barbed wire!!
Jayson Price: AHHH-H-H-H-H-HHH!!
Jay Price separates himself away from the dangerous barbed wire. Blood is dripping everywhere. The ring mat is soaked with blood. All three competitors have collapsed down to the mat. Most of the crowd, inside the United Center, stands up and chants.
Kyle Steel: TEN SECONDS TILL THE RING EXPLODES!!
Crowd: TEN!! NINE!! EIGHT!!
Oblivion scrambles to get up, but falls back down to one knee. The Monster stumble back and fall through the ring ropes, between the top and middle ring rope, down to the ring side area.
Crowd: SEVEN!! SIX!!
Both Jay Price and Logan have to use the ropes to stand up. But, they prevent each other to leave the ring...
Crowd: FIVE!! FOUR!!
Both competitor slug it out, very quickly and they both fall out of the ring, Logan first.
Kyle Steel: THREE!!
Logan grabs Price, however, and punches him quickly before tossing him towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: TWO!!
Oblivion runs at Logan but Logan ducks it - hits an Impact Style - sending Oblivion stumbling towards the ring as well!
Kyle Steel: O-O-O-ONNNNNE!!
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Zach Davis: JAYSON PRICE AND OBLIVION WERE BOTH IN RANGE OF THAT EXPLOSION!
The surrounding area, of the ring and the ring side area is full of smoke. The echo of the exploding C4, that was connected to the ring, is still ringing inside the United Center.
Zach Davis: This match has been beyond all expectations. Completely exhilarating!!
Even Stanley Moser stands flabbergasted.
Crowd: THANK YOU!! <clap-clap> THANK YOU!! <clap-clap> THANK YOU!! <clap-clap>
The smoke clears, and Logan is the only man left standing. He looks around, as both Oblivion and Price have seemingly been knocked out from the explosion. Kyle Steel has the mic.
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER... AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION...
Kyle Steel: LOGAN!!!!
Logan uses all the rest of his energy to jump up in excitement. He grabs the nearby Hardcore Title before grabbing a mic from Kyle.
Logan: I'd like... to thank...
He's out of breath.
Logan: SHUT UP!... I'd like to thank the Great Catsy... and Roy Speede.
The fans boo Speede's name.
Logan: Tonight is the night I've proven... no matter what... I'm better... than Torture. SHUT.. UP!
With that, Logan stumbles away as medics check on Oblivion and Price.
Zach Davis: Well, that is yet to be seen. We've still got the epic team of Torture and Steve Orbit coming up.
The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy begins to play over the loud speakers. The United Center begins to fill up with thunderous boos.
Erin Robbins: That was such a great phenomenal match, that would they want to get involved now? Oblivion needs medical attention!
Zach Davis: And that is exactly who they're targeting!
Vengeance runs down the entrance path. Denise D'Evil follows right behind Vengeance.
Erin Robbins: Where's Night Rider?!
The crowd boos even louder when Night rider walks out. He then quickly runs down the entrance ramp towards Oblivion.
Zach Davis: THEY'RE GOING AFTER THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!!
Erin Robbins: This is their revenge for him turning down their offer!!
Zach Davis: Vengeance and Denise D'Evil didn't want Oblivion to join The Shadow Demons!!
Vengeance and Denise charge Oblivion...
Zach Davis: WHAAAA-A-A-AT?!?!
Erin Robbins: LAST RITES POWER BOMB.... ON JAY PRICE!!
Zach Davis: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE ON LOGAN!! They took down the new Hardcore Champion!
Night Rider walks over to Oblivion and raise up his hands.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is going to strike Oblivion!!
Vengeance and Denise D'Evil start to surround Oblivion....
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! The Shadow demons are gonna destroy The Monster!!
All three charge towards Oblivion....
All three stops, moves away from Oblivion, as The Monster walks over to Logan and places him on his shoulders!!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!?!? WHAT?!?!? WHAT ARE WE SEEING?!?!
Erin Robbins: 5150!!!
Night Rider laughs, as he watches Oblivion walk over to Jay Price and puts him in an inverted face lock. Oblivion picks Price up in a reverse suplex position. Jey Price's body flops over Oblivion's right shoulder.....
Zach Davis: SOULTAKER ON JAY PRICE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.
Night Rider, Denise D'Evil, Vengeance, and Oblivion stand in the center, of the ring. The ring is being pelted by various pieces of garbage, being thrown by the crowd.
Erin Robbins: I don't believe this.... after what has happened... THIS HAPPENS!!! OBLIVION HAS JOINED THE SHADOW DEMONS!!!
Zach Davis: We've got a new Hardcore Champion, who just got attacked, we've got a ring that has been blown up, and we've got the Trilogy Cup Tournament continuing.
Erin Robbins: Sounds like commercial break time to me! LOTS of commercials, we've got to practically set up an entirely new ring here, geez.
We’re at the 7-11 on South Ashland Boulevard in downtown Chicago. With the arena devoid of his favorite snack, Jonny Fly has left and driven to this location in search of hot fries. He enters the door and immediately proceeds to the snack aisle. He looks, and looks, and looks…but doesn’t see any hot fries on the shelves. He makes a quick pass through the rest of the aisles, seeing nothing. He walks up to the front counter and speaks to the clerk.
Fly: Do you guys have any hot fries?
Clerk: We sold out just about an hour ago.
Fly: An hour ago?
Clerk: Yeah, some guy came in and bought the lot. Even the boxes we had in the back. He took them all. I’ve never seen someone like hot fries that much.
Fly: Well, they are fuckin’ delicious.
Clerk: If you say so, man. Sorry I can’t help though.
Fly shakes his head in disbelief. He exits the 7-11 and heads back to his car.
Kyle Steel: The next match for one fall, and it is Triple Threat semi-final match in the Trilogy Cup!
Zach Davis: This should be a very exciting match, as all three men are hungry for the win
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...fighting out of Bakersfield, California, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is The Lone Wolf Chase Michaels!
"Matter of Time" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak. They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...accompanied by Chelsea Black Armstrong,from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 250 pounds,'The Angel of Judgement' Seifer Black Armstrong!
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Black by Trivium blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: There's a lot of bad blood between these two men, and this promises to be an intense match!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to Chelsea before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Black by Trivium fades out.
Erin Robbins: And then you add this guy to the mix.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent...from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at 265 lbs, he is Cormack MacNeill!
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the fans, some who are booing some who are cheering. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.
Zach Davis: Listen to the crowd booing this man, the 'Hammer' of Sequitas
Erin Robbins: There are a lot of cheers here too Zach. Some people can regognize greatness when they see it.
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: All three men are in the ring, the match is about to start...this should be a great one.
Erin Robbins: There's just something about a man in a kilt.....
Zach Davis: The match Erin.
Erin Robbins: Right, the match. And here we go.
DING DING DING
Armstrong and Michaels head straight for each other, exchanging stiff right hands. MacNeill steps in, only to get a shot from both men, and he wisely backs off.
Zach Davis: Chase and Seifer going at it, wasting no time. And MacNeill wants no part of it.
Erin Robbins: He's just being smart, conserving his energy.
Chase gains an advantage, rocking Armstrong with a shot to the jaw. Moving quickly, he grabs him and throws him over his head with an exploder suplex. MacNeill rushes in and catches the rising Michaels with a knee to the head, knocking him back to the mat.
Zach Davis: MacNeill with a cheap shot!
Erin Robbins: Just picking his spots. Smart strategy.
MacNeill moved to grab the rising Armstrong, locking him in a bear-hug, and squeezing. Seifer started to struggle, wiggling and shifting his weight, not allowing Cormack to lift him off the ground. Armstrong began landing open handed slaps to MacNeill's ears, causing him to release the hold, and then landed a spinning clothesline, driving them both to the mat.
Zach Davis: Quick counter by Armstrong and a follow up clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Lucky shot.
Armstrong rose to his feet, turning to meet a charging Michaels, who dropped him with a spear. Chase then climbed on top and began feeding rights and lefts to Armstrong. He looked up just in time to see MacNeill's boot connect with his head, knocking him off Armstrong.
Zach Davis: No man gaining a clear advantage in this match, back and forth, just as we thought it would be
Erin Robbins: MacNeill will win it.
Zach Davis: Why is that Erin?
Erin Robbins: Never bet against a guy in a kilt...
MacNeill began to lay stomps on Michaels head and ribs, causing him to cover up and try to roll away. Cormack dragged him to his feet, and caught a knee to the solar plexus, knocking him back. Michaels grabbed MacNeill and threw him over his head in a belly to belly suplex. He rolled to his feet, and turned to catch a dropkick in the chest from Armstrong, knocking him to the mat. With both men down, Armstrong runs to the corner, and scaled to the top, waiting for someone to get up.
Zach Davis: Back and forth, back and forth...what a match!
Erin Robbins: Cormack is just biding his time.
MacNeill rolls to the ropes, and begins to gain his feet, and so does Michaels. Both men, not seeing Armstrong on the ropes, grab each other, and lock up.
MacNeill and Michaels struggle, then Michaels gains the advantage with a quick forearm strike, knocking him back. With a quick kick to the gut, he staggers the big man before...
Zach Davis: The Rude Awakening!!! He just hit the Rude Awakening on MacNeill!
Erin Robbins: Lucky kick
Michaels, turns to see Armstrong flying off the top rope with a spinning lariat, driving him to the mat. He picks up Michaels, and spins him around, picking him up in a reverse Death valley driver, before....
Zach Davis: Fade to Black! Armstrong's got it! He goes for the pin...
Erin Robbins: SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG WINS IT!
The bell sounds. No one in the ring moves, everyone is resting as Seifer's music hits.
Zach Davis: Seifer has defeated his rival, and he's advanced in the Trilogy Cup Tournament in the process!
Slowly, Seifer gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: But will he be facing The Shine... or will he be facing a woman he knows very, VERY well... Chelsea Black Armstrong?
Zach Davis: We'll find out next!
As Cormack MacNeill and Seifer Black Armstrong leave the ring and head up the ramp to the back, leaving Chase Michaels alone in the ring, suddenly, ‘Hell March 1’ by From First To Last blasts out of the PA system.
Zach Davis: What the Hell is going on here?
Erin Robbins: Your guess is as good as mine…
The camera pans around the arena and suddenly spots three men dressed in black army style fatigues making their way down the steps through the crowd. The tallest of the three has long black hair, a black goatee and his right arm is covered with a sleeve tattoo, the other long haired man’s hair is mainly dark brown with part of it dyed blonde and he has a dark brown beard and the third man has short light brown hair and is clean shaven.
Zach Davis: Who the Hell are these guys?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know…
The three men reach the barricade and climb over it, Michaels is now in a defensive stance, waiting for them. All three of them surround the ring and just stand there, glaring at Michaels as ‘Hell March 1’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Why are these guys out here, and why do they seem to be focused on Chase Michaels?
Erin Robbins: Well perhaps we’re about to find out because here comes Summer Daize.
Summer Daize can be seen now standing on the stage with a microphone in hand, Michaels catches her from the corner of his eye and looks over at her confused.
Summer Daize: Hello Chase, remember me? Summer Daize, in case you had forgotten…and I’d like you to meet my new friends. That man there, the clean shaven one with the short hair, his name is Drake Goodnight…
Michaels looks at Goodnight who gives him a cocky wave before he chuckles a little.
Summer Daize: The guy with the blonde streak in his hair, that’s Robert Wolf…
Michaels looks at Wolf who just smirks at him.
Summer Daize: And that big guy there with the sleeve tattoo, that’s Mr. E…
Michaels looks at Mr. E who just glares at him, not moving an inch.
Summer Daize: These men Chase…are collectively known as The Legion. So, now we have the pleasantries out of the way, we can get down to business. Gentlemen, you know what to do…
Daize then simply just walks off stage, disappearing to the back as all three members of The Legion pull themselves up onto the ring apron, not taking their eyes off of Michaels.
Zach Davis: Hang on a second, something’s not right here. Joey Nitro held a meeting two weeks ago with Summer Daize regarding help to take care of Chase, last week we saw Nitro talking to someone or some people in his office but we couldn’t see who he was talking too, nor could we hear what was being said…and now this?
Erin Robbins: Enough with your conspiracy theories Zach! How can you say that the WCF Director of Operations has anything to do with this without any evidence?
Goodnight is the first to enter the ring so Michaels goes straight on the attack as both men trade blows with one another. Unfortunately for Michaels however, Wolf and Mr. E are quick to get involved in the action as all three members of The Legion begin pummelling Michaels to the ground.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous, someone needs to stop this!
Erin Robbins: I’m sure Chase deserves this, maybe these guys are from a rival gang or something…
The Legion are now stomping away at a defenceless, grounded Michaels, before they stop and Wolf lifts him to his feet. He then lifts Michaels onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and then nails him with a double knee facebreaker.
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ!
Erin Robbins: No Zach, his name is Robert Wolf…
Before Michaels falls to the floor after the move from Wolf, Goodnight comes from out of nowhere with a diving neckbreaker, slamming Michaels to the mat.
Zach Davis: This is hard to watch…
Erin Robbins: For you, maybe…but for me…I’m loving this…
Mr. E makes his way over to the corner, he clenches his right fist and with a loud roar, he drops to one knee, slamming his fist into the mat whilst measuring Michaels who is slowly getting back to his feet. As soon as Michaels turns around, Mr. E charges towards him, leaps into the air and nails him with a Superman punch causing Michaels to crash to the mat in a heap.
Zach Davis: Please say it’s over…
Erin Robbins: Oh quit being a big baby…
All three members of The Legion look down at the fallen Michaels and begin chuckling to one another before Wolf and Goodnight make their way to the ropes and climb through them and jumping down off the ring apron. Mr. E pushes Michaels with his foot causing him to roll towards Wolf and Goodnight before Mr. E also leaves the ring before lifting Michaels over his shoulder and all three men begin making their way up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Where are these men taking Chase?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know, taking out the trash maybe?
As they reach the stage, the fans begin cheering wildly as Michaels manages to wriggle free from Mr. E and begins to trade blows with all three men before all four of them disappear behind the curtain.
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS NEXT MATCH IS A NODQ MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! And is a Trilogy Cup Tournament match in which the Television Championship will also be on the line, INTRODUCING FIR.....
Erin Robbins: There goes Kyle's mike, is he really com...
Caliban limps out onto the stage looking ready to collapse under his own weight, he barely moves away from the entrance gate as walking and standing don't seem to be easy tasks for him at this moment in time
Caliban: I normally say something cryptic and threatening but tonight I am just gunna say this, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU THE REAL TELEVISION CHAMPION! And Chelsea Black Armstrongs Judge Jury and Executioner appointed by the courts of Sequitus in the halls of evolutionary law! Sequitus's shining star! THIS IS BRENT ALPINE!!!!
A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.
The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.
Zach Davis: This man is gunna be ready for a fight tonight, its enough that this is a trilogy match but with a chance to quickly regain his TV championship again
Erin Robbins: Brent Alpine's here for war
Percy Micro, a micro pig with an electronic voice-box, scurries down the ramp to laughs and an ironic pop from the crowd.
As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Caliban and gives him a fist bump and then hobbles to the back Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. The pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.
Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead. Percy hides under the ring.
Kyle Steel: AND HIS OPPONENT!
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Erin Robbins: Speaking of people ready for war
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is the Mistress of Darkness AND THE CURRENT REIGNING AND DEFENDING WCF TV CHAMPION THIS.... IS…Chelsea Armstrong!
Zach Davis: Chelsea has gone all out lately in her attempt at elevating herself in this company, the cold and calculated way she took the TV title from Brent Alpine
Erin Robbins: Was a stroke of genius I agree
Zach Davis: Not how I was gunna put it but ok
Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks. Sliding under the bottom rope the fog begins to fade out and then all hell breaks loose
Erin Robbins: Brent Alpine attempting to rush Chelsea before she can get to her feet and remove her coat.
Zach Davis: Alpine has been having some anxiety issues as of late, as this is his biggest WCF match to date. We'll finally see how he handles a "big match" atmosphere.
Erin Robbins: Very interesting developments between he and Chelsea and the Television Title. We'll see if he can win it back after the altercations with Peter Quinn.
Zach Davis: Back to the action, Chelsea with a great counter grabbing him by the waist and sending him flying from the ring under his own momentum, he did land on his feet though
Chelsea rolls back and out through the ropes onto the ring apron
Erin Robbins: Moonsault off the apron! Wasting no motion whatsoever.
Zach Davis: Shine caught her in a fireman's carry! And drops her face first on the apron
Shine walks away hands out stretched talking shit to the crowd
Erin Robbins: An almost 80 pound weight difference will definitely put Shine ahead in strength
Zach Davis: That won't mean a damn thing, Chelsea has proved time and again Strength is not the required ingredient for a winning performance
As those words trip out of Zach's mouth Chelsea nails Shine with a superkick to the face
Erin Robbins: Point proved!
Chelsea has a look of pure violence in her eyes as she goes under the ring producing a steel bar and then slides into the ring finally taking off her ring jacket while begging for shine to come join her. Brent goes under the ring himself and pulls out a stack of chairs and starts tossing them at her from the floor
Zach Davis: Brent attempting to find an opening here
He grabs 3 and starts walking round the ring tossing in chairs and then going to slide in only for Chelsea to keep him out, he tries this a couple more times and then on his last chair he tosses and get close enough that Armstrong has to use her bar to bat it away
Erin Robbins: Theres the opening!
In that split second Brent rushes the ring and Spinebusters her on 2 chairs that are laying behind her back
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ! Alpine just liquidated the back of Chelsea Armstrong in one fell swoop!
Erin Robbins: PIN!
Zach Davis: That intense toughness of Armstrong coming out in a big way just then
Alpine thumps the mat and then gets an idea, he drops some knees onto Chelsea's back to keep her down then goes to the center of the ring picking up his chairs, he sets up one behind him then sets 6 up in a bed in front of him and this is when his mistake becomes evident
Erin Robbins: Look at Armstrong!
Chelsea is back on her feet and runs at Alpine springing off the chair
Zach Davis: BEAUTIFUL DISASTER FROM THE CHAIR!
Erin Robbins: Chelsea just leaping up and driving Brent face first down onto all those chairs!
Zach Davis: What now!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!
Chelsea Goes to the outside and springboards back in with a senton Crushing Alpine and the 6 chairs he lays on
Zach Davis: Well that was crazy... PIN!
Erin Robbins: Someone tell me how in the hell Alpine kicked out of that!?
Zach Davis: Trilogy cup man, NODQ just means the hits hurt more, it doesn't stop the prize being something most of these guys would die for, especially Chelsea Armstrong
Erin Robbins: And from the looks of it Brent Alpine, Jesus look at him
Chelsea yells at the ref and then gets up leaving Alpine trying to crawl from the wreckage,
Zach Davis: Armstrong is already up and busy on the outside of the ring
Chelsea is setting up a table in front of the announce position as Alpine pulls himself up in the corner trying to bring himself round, The legs on Chelsea's table break and she takes the time to replace it
Erin Robbins: This could be a mistake By Chelsea here, she is giving Shine a lot of time to recuperate
Chelsea signals for a piledriver down on the floor and then hops up to the apron signalling some more
Erin Robbins: Brent Alpine With a Kamikaze spear through the ropes off the apron sending both Combatants down through that table!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: What the hell else are these 2 gunna do to each other!
Erin Robbins: Neither can stand right now and the pin has to be made in the ring, the ref may need to make a decision here
In the end the ref opts for a 10 count
Zach Davis: Great officiating, it shows all 3 people in that ring know what this match means
Erin Robbins: You always have to applaud the men in black and white when they do their jobs properly, a lot of lesser refs would of called this one by now
The Referees count goes to five and then a male and female arm both smack onto the ring apron at the same time followed by Chelsea and Brent head to head using their opponent and the ring apron to stand as the crowd explodes into dueling chants of She's hardcore VS He's hardcore. Both seem bolstered by the chants and start pummeling each other in the head, the end up tied up and roll into the ring still in the lock up, they fight to their feet and Brent forces Chelsea back into the corner
Zach Davis: Jesus look at this place, 7 broken chairs, table shards all over the place
Brent Lays in chops as the referee removes the last of the broken chairs from the ring, Brent goes for one more chop looking to put the sting into it licking both sides of his hand, he draws back but before he can strike Chelsea drives a desperation headbutt into his chest forcing him back, she then pops up onto the middle rope picking her moment
Zach Davis: Chelsea leaping to the top rope in a single bound and coming off with a top rope DDT!
Erin Robbins: Wait for it, theres the transition! Chelsea locks in The Last Goodnight!
Zach Davis: I think that DDT may of put Alpine out, is he out?
The ref starts the count lifting Brents arm and letting it drop
He tries again
Erin Robbins: I think he is out.
The Arm Drops Again
Zach Davis: Last time! There it is the arm drops and this one is done!
NO! NO! IT DOESN'T DROP!
Erin Robbins: ALPINE IS ALIVE!
Zach Davis: Through all the anxiety and stress and pressure, Brent Alpine is perservering!
Chelsea gets to her feet and shakes her head, yelling at Alpine to stay down. She quickly lifts him to his feet and tosses him to the ropes. As he comes back...
Erin Robbins: FADE TO BLACK ONTO A CHAIR!
Alpine's head smashes into a chair on the way down. His body lays motionless; he's been knocked out.
Zach Davis: That HAS to be all.
The ref checks on Alpine as Chelsea rolls away, pulling herself up with the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Is he conscious? There should be a ten count here.
The referee is satisfied that even without the ten count, Alpine has been KO'd. He calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR WINNER.... AND STILL!!!!
The crowd explodes with a mix of boos, cheers and respectful applause
Zach Davis: SHE DID IT! CHELSEA ARMSTONG RETAINS THE TV TITLE FOR S-PAC
Erin Robbins: And moves on to the next round of the trilogy cup .
Kyle Steel: WCF Television Champion, advancing to the next round of the Trilogy cup! The Mistress of Darkness…Chelsea Armstrong!
Zach Davis: Do you know what this means, Erin? At the finals of the trilogy cup... we've got Armstrong versus Armstrong!
Erin Robbins: Next month, Chelsea Black Armstrong faces Seifer Black Armstrong!
Zach Davis: I don't believe it. This is going to be interesting, to say the least.
Medics check on Brent Alpine as Chelsea gets her arm raised.
Erin Robbins: We've been wondering if Seifer is joining S-PAC, but now that Chelsea is facing him for a World Title shot.... Who knows what's going to happen!
On his quest for hot fries, Jonny Fly is now at the Mega Food Mart. He’s just parked his car and enters through the sliding glass doors in the front. The Mega Food Mart is much bigger than 7-11, so instead of inspecting the aisles Fly heads straight for customer service. The clerk greets him as he approaches.
Clerk: Hello, sir! What can I do for you today?
Fly: Tell me, do you guys sell hot fries here? Do you have any in stock?
The clerk squints his eyes, curious as to why Fly is asking the question.
Clerk: This is odd. You’re looking for hot fries too?
Fly: What do you mean?
Clerk: I had a guy no more than ten minutes ago ask the same question. He wanted to buy all that we had in the store.
Fly: Tell me you didn’t sell them all.
Clerk: That’s what we do here, sir. He paid for everything we have and I had an associate load him up in the back.
Without another word said, Fly takes off on a dead sprint toward the back of the store. He finds a hallway and uses it to enter the stock room. Fly quickly looks around; noticing one of the loading bay’s garage doors is open. Fly rushes over and looks outside. There he spots two men loading the last two boxes of hot fries into a van. One of the men is wearing clothing identifying him as an associate of Mega Food Mart. The other man is much larger. Even in looking at him from the back, we can see that he has short blonde hair. He’s wearing a black army jacket, red scarf, and khakis. Fly cocks his head to the side ever so slightly. He’s seen this man before. As the man loads the last box into his van he closes the hatch and turns around allowing us our first glance at his identity.
Fly: No. Fucking. Way.
The man notices Fly standing just thirty yards away. He smiles, and takes a finger to his head to tip his green checkered flat cap.
“Scoutmaster” Stuart Slane walks to the driver’s side of the van, enters, and speeds away out of sight. Fly simply stands in the doorway of the loading bay in shock. He says nothing. He does nothing. The scene eventually cuts away.
"Hollywood Babylon" begins to play, bringing boos from the crowd. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain, followed closely by Waylon Cash. They pause in confusion, before heading back to the curtain. They reach in and rip Herbert out onto the entrance ramp. The legal representative is dressed in a purple track suit. He shakes nervously, as Scott and Waylon drag him down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Now coming down the ramp, accompanied by Scott Savage... "The Hellbilly" Waylon Cash, and "The Ubermench" Herbert Goldstein... The Savage Political Action Committee!
A group of five large men all dressed in black walk down behind them, stopping at the bottom of the ramp. The turn and face the entrance.
Zach Davis: What is this?!
Erin Robbins: That's Savage Enterprises personal security team. They must be here to make sure that psychopath John Gable doesn't ruin the match.
Zach Davis: That's... actually probably a good idea.
Scott makes sure Herbert stays on the apron, as Waylon stands in the middle of the ring, holding the WCF title high above his head.
Zach Davis: There's the WCF title that Waylon Cash stole and has been holding hostage ever since.
Erin Robbins: Don't be so dramatic. Waylon Cash deserves that title. He's the REAL World Heavyweight Champion!
Zach Davis: Oh please. Just wait. Once Torture and Steve Orbit win, he's going to have to give that belt back. I'm gonna love watching that.
Waylon reluctantly hands the belt over to the ref, and stands in his corner giving Herbert a last minute pep talk. It doesn't look to be doing much good. Their theme music dies down, and is replaced by "Who Gon Stop Me" The crowd goes ballistic as Steve Orbit comes dancing out onto the ramp. He has some fun with the crowd, but his eyes stay locked on Waylon.
Zach Davis: I expect this to be a violent battle. Steve Orbit has been kicked around by S-PAC a lot in the past month or so, and he's ready for revenge.
Steve pauses in the middle of the ramp, and motions toward the entrance. The crowd suddenly get even louder as Torture steps out onto the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, their opponents... Torture, and the WCF World Heavyweight Champion... Steve Orbit!
Cash bails out of the ring as Orbit and Torture slide under the bottom rope. Herbert and Waylon talk to Scott as Torture and Steve step onto opposite turnbuckles, and raises their fists high in the air. The crowd is going nuts for all of it. They step down as the music quiets. Torture steps onto the apron, and the ref gives Waylon and Orbit a quick reading of the rules. They stare each other down, not hearing a word the ref says. As soon as the bell rings, they begin trading punches viciously. Neither one really gets the upper hand. They go back and forth, rolling along the ring ropes and punching each other in the head and ribs. The ref eventually gets between them and forces them to break it up, but it isn't easy.
Zach Davis: Both of these men want blood. Like I said, this is going to get violent.
Once the ref lets them, Orbit and Waylon sprint toward each other. Waylon swings for the fences, but Orbit ducks it. He pops back up and hits Cash with three quick jabs to the jaw. This stuns him long enough for Steve to whip him into the ropes, and hit him with a high dropkick on the rebound. Cash falls to the ground, and rolls out of the ring. Steve screams for him to get back in, but doesn't bother to chase him. Cash takes a moment to talk to Scott, before rolling under the bottom rope. The two men lock up, and Steve immediately turns it into a side headlock. He squeezes down on Waylon's neck, but it doesn't take Cash long to fall backwards into the ropes, and send Steve shooting forward. Orbit bounces off the opposite ropes, and ducks a clothesline from Waylon Cash. He hits the ropes one more time, and hits Waylon with a stiff flying shoulderblock that sends him into the corner. Steve gloats, as Waylon sits there for a second, holding the ropes, attempting to regain himself.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit seems to have the upperhand thus far. Watch out for Cash though. He can turn the tables at a moments notice.
Zach Davis: He can turn the tables, or Scott can turn them for him?
Erin Robbins: As long as tables get turned, who cares?
Waylon pulls himself to his feet, and immediately runs toward Orbit. Orbit takes off too, both men meeting in the middle of the ring with dual shoulderblocks. Neither goes down, so they bounce off opposite sets of ropes, and try again. Once again, neither goes down. They fall back a third time, but this time when they meet, Waylon forgoes the shoulderblock, instead choosing to poke Orbit in the eyes. The crowd boos as Orbit screams out, and holds his face. Waylon takes advantage, kicking him in the gut, and nailing him with a DDT. Cash hops to his feet and celebrates, as the ref admonishes him.
Zach Davis: This is exactly what I'm talking about. Waylon Cash has no honor, no integrity. He just does whatever he can to get the win.
Erin Robbins: Exactly! Waylon Cash hasn't made it this far by playing fair. He takes every advantage he can, as well he should... you jackass.
Zach Davis: There's another one for the over/under.
Orbit slowly gets to his feet, but can't fully stand before Waylon starts lowering heavy right hands onto the side of his head. Orbit stumbles around the ring after each strike, grabbing for the ropes, but unable to find them. After the fifth punch, he gets close enough to his corner for Torture to yank him out of the ring. Cash and Torture have a small shouting match, as Orbit convalesces on the ground. Eventually Waylon backs off and has a talk with Herbert, allowing Steve to recover, and climb into the ring. The two men face off, circling each other slowly.
Zach Davis: Back and forth, but some nasty back and forth in the early goings of this match.
Waylon goes to lock up, but Orbit drops down and hits him with an arm drag. Cash pops up and runs at him again, getting hit with another arm drag. Cash slaps the mat as he pops back up. He sprints toward Orbit once more, and Orbit quickly jumps up, hitting him with an enziguri. Cash drops to the ground, allowing Orbit to reach over and tag in Torture. Tort lifts Waylon to his feet, and tosses him into the corner, hitting him with a few hard rights. He whips Cash into the opposite corner, and follows after him. Torture hits a hard splash on his opponent's rib cage, before whipping him back into the other corner. Tort hits another splash. Waylon stumble forward, and falls on his face, as Torture tags Steve back in. Orbit leaps over the top rope, and swings his body around, hitting a leg drop on the back of Waylon's head. Orbit quickly goes for the cover.
...no! Waylon kicks out. Orbit drags him to his feet, and hooks his arm around Cash's head. He hits a quick snap suplex, but holds on. Steve rolls his hips, and brings them both to a standing position. This time Orbit slips his own head out, and hits Waylon with a hard DDT. Orbit then quickly jumps on top of him, and locks in a camel clutch. He wrenches back on the hold, as Waylons screams, and reaches for his corner.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash in trouble here. Steve Orbit has proven to be a more difficult opponent than he imagined.
Zach Davis: That's what happens when you underestimate your opponent.
Waylon is locked heavy in the hold, more damage being done to his back, neck, and ribs with each passing second. Waylon slowly crawl toward his corner, as Herbert looks horrified, and begs his partner not to tag him in. Waylon makes one last desperate dive, and to Herbert's relief, Waylon grabs the bottom rope. The ref yells for Orbit to let go of the hold, and he hesitates, but obeys. Steve backs off, allowing Waylon to use the ropes to drag himself to a standing position. As soon as he is up, Orbit sprints toward Waylon. Cash drops down and brings the top rope with him, sending Orbit flying over the top to the unforgiving ground below. Steve lays there as Waylon laughs, and the crowd boos loudly.
Erin Robbins: And Steve Orbit takes a nasty tumble. He may not be able to continue much longer after that.
Waylon gets to his feet and gets the refs attention, turning him away from Orbit. Steve gets to his hands and knees, and catches a stiff boot to the side of the head from Scott Savage. The crowd screams out, but the ref missed it. Waylon slides under the bottom rope, and rolls Orbit into the ring, going for the quick cover.
...No! Steve Orbit kicks out. Waylon argues with the ref for a moment, before stomping on the back of Orbit's head a few times. He turns around to gloat, and this turns out to be a big mistake. Steve dives for his corner, tagging in Torture. Tort climbs into the ring quickly, and hits Cash from behind with a hard lariat.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash letting his ego get the better of him.
Erin Robbins: Torture hit him from behind. Where's your honor now?
Torture stomps a few times on Cash, before dragging him to his feet, and hitting the Hellbilly with a spinning belly to belly suplex. Torture quickly grabs Waylon's arm, and ends the sequence in a fujiwara arm bar. Waylon flails for the ropes, but they are just out of reach. Tort smiles wide.
Erin Robbins: Torture has Waylon dead to rights here, and I think they both know it.
Zach Davis: Right, this may seem like a simple holds, but it does a lot of damage to the rotator cuff and the tendons in the elbow. It's extremely painful, and extremely effective.
Trot pulls up on the arm bar, causing Waylon to let out a shriek of pure agony. Cash makes one last desperate attempt, but this time he reaches up toward Torture. Waylon rakes the man's eyes, causing him to let go of the hold, and go rolling across the ring.
Zach Davis: Torture learning from Steve Orbit's mistake, getting the hell out of the way while his vision is impaired.
Waylon doesn't chase him. Instead he rolls out of the ring, and paces back and forth a bit. Once Torture regains his eyesight, he's at the ropes yelling for Cash to get in the ring. Cash tells the ref to push him back, which he does. He climbs onto the apron, and Torture breaks away from the ref. He goes after Waylon, but the Hellbilly grabs the back of the man's neck and drops down, hanging him up on the top rope. Torture lays on the ground, grabbing his trachea as Waylon rolls under the bottom rope.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash has struck, and he smells blood!
Waylon stands to his feet, and drops a quick knee on Torture's throat. He then drops down, and locks Tort in a front facelock. He wrenches hard on the hold, keeping the struggling wrestler beneath him as best he can. Slowly the lack of oxygen wears him down so he isn't flailing as much.
Erin Robbins: This is dangerous. If Torture can't get out of this hold, the match might be over.
The fans begin chanting Torture's name, giving him a second wind. He uses his power to slowly stand both of them up. Once in that position, he stands up, hurling Waylon over his head in a back body drop. Cash hits the mat hard, and jumps up, only to get hit with a lariat from Torture. He pops up again, another lariat. HE pops up a third time, and this time Torture spins him around, hitting him with a german suplex. He bridges for the pin.
Waylon barely kicks out before the ref's hand hits the mat. Torture looks annoyed, but doesn't let it break his stride, he lifts Waylon up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a snap powerslam on the rebound. He then gets up and walks to Waylon's legs. He grabs them and twists the wrestler around into a boston crab.
Erin Robbins: Waylon's back and ribs just being worn down by his opponents here.
Zach Davis: It makes you wonder if he regrets making Herbert his partner at this point.
Waylon's face is contorted in a grimace of pain, as he slowly crawls across the ring. Torture holds on tight, but Cash still manages to inch his way along the canvas. He grows closer and closer to Herbert, who begins to look more and more frightened. The fans chant for him to tap, which it looks like he might at one point. From somewhere deep inside he summons the strength to pull himself towards the ropes, and slap Herbert's leg. This is enough for the ref to call it a tag. With an amused chuckle, Torture lets go of Waylon, and walks across the ring. He stands in his own corner with a cocky smirk, signalling for Herbert to come and get him.
Zach Davis: Is Waylon Cash out of his mind?
After a moment or two of stalling, Herbert slowly climbs between the ropes, and stands in his corner. After a few seconds, his frightened look turns to an evil grin. He grabs the bottom of his chin, and begins pulling at what looks to be a mask.
Zach Davis: What the hell.
Slowly he peels off the fake skin, to reveal a smiling John Gable beneath the make-up.
Erin Robbins: It's Gable! John Gable is back!!
Both Torture and Orbit drop their jaws to their chests. Gable suddenly takes off toward Torture, who starts running out of instinct. They meet in the middle, and Gable hits him with a hard lariat. He then keeps running, knocking Orbit off the apron with a stiff elbow. He then turns back to Torture, and waits for him to stand. Once Tort is to his feet, Gable hits him with several hard kicks to the side of the knee, one of which almost sends him to the ground. He keeps his balance, but Gable isn't done yet. He slips around behind Torture, and grabs him in a full nelson. He throws his hips out, and flings Torture backward, hitting him with a dragon suplex.
Zach Davis: Good lord! John Gable may have just taken Torture completely out of the game!
Instead of going for the cover, Gable begins to climbs the ropes. He stands there, taunting the booing crowd as Torture rises to his feet. Once Tort is up, Gable leaps off the ropes, and hits him with a dropkick to the face. Torture hits the mat, and Gable begins climbing the ropes again. This time he doesn't wait for Tort to stand. He jumps off, and hits him with an elbow across the throat.
Erin Robbins: John Gable really taking it to Torture here!
Zach Davis: This rouse has proven effective for S-PAC. John Gable is cleaning house.
Gable walks over, and loops one arm around Torture's throat, while using the other to twist Tort's arm behind his back. HE locks the hold together tightly, causing Torture to flail.
Zach Davis: That patented chicken wing cross-face of Gable's. This is ab absolutely brutal maneuver. It twists the arm while cutting off the airway. Torture doesn't have long now.
Tort stretches out his leg, and just as it looks like he's going to pass out, he manages to drape the edge of his toe over the bottom rope. The ref sees this and demands that John Gable release the hold. He does, but not without some delay. John then stands to his feet, and screams out loud, slapping his hands against the mat. He stands there, shouting for Torture to rise. Eventually he does. Gable grabs his head and lifts him into a stalling suplex position. He holds Torture up for a few seconds before dropping him down into a brainbuster. He holds on and rolls back, turning the move into a dragon sleeper.
Zach Davis:There it is! Gable's City Lights finisher!
Torture flails and reaches for the ropes as Steve cheers him on, but he's in the middle of the ring. After a little while he arms stop moving, prompting the ref to drop down, and raises one of his hands up. It falls to the mat.
The ref raises Torture's hand again, and let's go. It drops a second time.
He raises the hand again, and lets go.
Erin Robbins: TORTURE IS ALIVE!
The fans roar as Torture starts to work his way up! He elbows Gable a few times, but he's tired. Gable sidesteps him then grabs him by his hair and shoves him down. Gable turns and tags in Cash. Cash comes into the match, determination on his face as Torture stumbles up.
Zach Davis: Torture, WCF legend, Hall of Famer, he's hurting.. What does Waylon have planned?
Waylon stares at Orbit as he kicks Torture in the gut. He doesn't stop staring, as much as he can, as he lifts Torture up...
Erin Robbins: KILLSHOT! CASH HITS THE KILLSHOT!
Cash drops down and pins Torture, staring up at Orbit as he does.
Naturally, Orbit enters the ring to break it up. Cash takes this opportunity to put his full attention on the pin as Gable intercepts.
Zach Davis: Can Waylon Cash actually pin Torture!?
Erin Robbins: Yes. Yes he can.
The fans let out a collective scream of anger as the ref's hand hits the mat for a third time. The ref signals for the bell to ring. Gable tosses Orbit out of the ring as Waylon stands up and celebrates with his partner. Scott Savage grabs the WCF title, and joins his clients in the ring.
Kyle Steel: Your winners... John Gable and Waylon Cash... The Savage Political Action Committee!
The crowd throws garbage, as the three men stand in the middle of the ring, and take a sarcastic bow.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting!
Erin Robbins: This is competition! A win is a win!
Waylon holds the belt up in the air with a smile on his face.
Zach Davis: We'll never forget this night. The night that Torture was pinned by Waylon Cash. And WHY will we never forget it? Because Waylon will never let us.
Erin Robbins: Torture will always be a legend of the company, Zach, and no matter what... He'll be known as one of the most dominant World Champions we've ever had. And Cash now has a pinfall victory over him.
Torture rolls out of the ring, holding his head in pain. Orbit is outside the ring as well, looking up at S-PAC, angry as all hell. Shaking his head, he rolls back inside.. only to get kicks from all three men.
Zach Davis: Orbit must've known that was coming, but he's had ENOUGH of not having the World Title. A Title he earned, fair and square.
Suddenly, COREY BLACK hits the ring! Savage immediately gets an elbow to the face, and the World Title flies up into the air. Gable takes a wild swing, only for Corey to duck it and take him down with a Lariat. Corey finds himself behind Waylon. He executes a Rolling Elbow to the back of his head!
Erin Robbins: God damnit, Corey Black, always ruining everything.
Cash hits the mat. Orbit sees the World Title nearby and quickly grabs it, pulling it towards him as he and Corey escape the ring. Orbit backpeddles up the ramp as Corey checks on Torture.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has recovered the World Title! Thank God. I couldn't deal with Cash talking about his win over Torture AND have his unearned World Title at the same time.
Black helps Torture up and helps him move towards the ramp as Orbit reaches the stage. Orbit holds up the World Title high in the air as S-PAC gets to their feet in the ring, all three S-PAC members glaring towards their adversaries.
Erin Robbins: What a night, Zach, what a night.
Zach Davis: We know Waylon Cash is going to be gunning to get that World Title back... We know Torture is still going to be looking forward to War... And we know that we're getting Seifer versus Chelsea next month.
Erin Robbins: The name Aftermath has never been so apt, Zach. Can't wait.
Zach Davis: Until then, we'll see you at Slam, fans. Goodnight!
Explosion fades to black.