The words "Dampshaw" come on the screen in flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down, arrogantly waving his hand not unlike the Queen.
And did those feet in ancient time
Dampshaw looks around at the crowd while walking, giving the people looks of disgust as he truly believes that he is above them.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Zach Davis: It's been a while since we've heard from Reginald Dampshaw III.
Freddy Whoa: He looks upset!
Quicksilver: When is he not pissed? And what's that he has under his arm?
Reginald quickly climbs in the ring and it is visible that he does indeed have something under his arm. It is a black suede bag embroidered in gold. Reginald clings to it tightly while going for a microphone.
Reginald Dampshaw III: If I could have a moment of time and a modicum of respect, I haven't come out to berate the audience or to talk myself up. I am merely here to do something that should have been done weeks ago.
Freddy Whoa: What's he going on about?
The audience merely murmurs quietly to themselves, not really understanding what's going on, but knowing what Reginald is like so not completely trusting him.
Reginald Dampshaw III: I have not been successful here in the WCF. It took me many days and nights to come to accept that, but it is true. Even in singles matches, which I have asked for, I have lost. I am no fool. I could come out here and say "There's no one to blame anyone but myself" but.....That's rubbish! Of course there is someone to blame other than myself!
The audience begins booing loudly. Of course they couldn't expect Reginald to actually be humble for once.
Zach Davis: Well...that didn't take long.
Reginald Dampshaw III: No, the man to blame is the man at the top. The monarch of the WCF kingdom, Seth Lerch. From the moment I stepped into this company, he has booked me in ridiculous matches where I had so little chance of winning. Even tonight. I am booked in yet another tag match, this time with some painted up freak named Mystic. It can be no coincidence. Why? I believe he is afraid of me. Look, he owns a huge wrestling company. I have no reason to not believe that he isn't a very rich man. But then I come around, much wealthier, and he's intimidated by that.
Freddy Whoa: Is he serious?
Quicksilver: He has a point, you know.
Reginald Dampshaw III: That got me thinking. Lerch is intimidated by my immense wealth, but he obviously does not see me as a threat inside this ring. And that is his gravest mistake. Have I proven myself here? No. Have I climbed up the ranks to, quote unquote, "earned my spot"? No, but I don't have to! I'm Reginald Dampshaw the goddamn III!
The audience is at a fever pitch now. Reginald goes to speak again, but his voice is drowned out by a mass collective of vitriol his way. The crowd knows Reginald has earned nothing here in the WCF yet no one has been so arrogant and so in denial as he is. Usually this hatred makes Reginald very angry, but he merely cocks a half smile, which only exacerbates the audience's hatred for him.
Reginald Dampshaw III: Now, I would usually be sent into a frenzy by you moronic swine, but tonight? No, tonight is a very special night, and it's all because of this.
Reginald holds up the bag he had under his arm.
Zach Davis: What is in that bag?
Reginald Dampshaw III: Born and raised in England, owning villas in Majorca and Cote d'Azure, being the heir to the biggest jewellery chain in the entire European continent, I am truly a man of international means. And that is why I have this.
Reginald finally opens up the bag to reveal a large gold belt. It is studded with dozens of rubies and sapphires that circle around the faceplate. The side plates show flags from dozens of European, African and Asian countries.
Quicksilver: Wow! Look at that thing! It's fucking beautiful!
Reginald Dampshaw III: This, swines, is the International Championship, the most expensive championship title ever created, worth over 500, 000 dollars American, fitted with jewels from my very own family business, The Dampshaw Jewellery Co. This is mine, and this will always be mine. Seth Lerch doesn't want to give me real opportunities? Seth Lerch doesn't believe I deserve championship opportunities? Fine. I'll just create my own championship. Oh...but if you think that is all, my dear friends, you are sadly mistaken.
The audience doesn't know how to react. This is the most ridiculous thing that Reginald has done thus far, but even they cannot deny the beauty of the championship and they are on the edges of their seats waiting to see what's next.
Zach Davis: There's still more? What more could Reginald possibly have?
Reginald Dampshaw III: Now that I am a champion, I simply cannot come out here unaided and protected. I am now worth more than before, and I was already worth millions. No, a champion of my sheer magnitude needs some protection, or as you imbeciles would say, a "bodyguard". I scowered the entire European continent only to end up back to a place I have spent many years with my family. This young man's family has been associated with my family for centuries. Come forth!
"Jerusalem" plays over the loud speaker and from the back comes a towering man, looking almost 7 feet tall. His long black hair is slicked back and he is wearing a tailored suit, though even the suit cannot mask his sheer size. The audience is almost in stunned silence by the vision of this man.
Quicksilver: Jesus Christ! Look at the size of this guy!
Freddy Whoa: He's a monster!
Reginald can't help but laugh in glee as his new acquaintance enters the ring slowly.
Reginald Dampshaw III: From Thessaloniki, Greece, at 210.82 cm, that's 6'11 to you Yanks, weighing in at 138 kilos, once again, 305 pounds to you Yanks, I present to you, Demis Polymeros!
Once again, the audience is in silence as the massive man merely looks into the crowd, almost as if pick his next targets.
Reginald Dampshaw III: Yes, The Dampshaws and The Polymeros have a long history together, fighting together as far back as The Middle Ages. This man, however, is no mere soldier. He is truly descendant from the gods of his homeland. A man carved out of granite and stone deserving of towering over Mount Olympus. Zeus himself grovels at his boots! This man will assure no one can take this away from me. I am from this day forward, and until time immemorial the WCF International Champion! Now, Mr. Lerch, if you have anything to say to me about that, you can talk to Demis first. Now...good day.
Reginald and Demis leave the ring. Reginald walks up the ramp with the International Championship high above his head with a huge smile on his face. He thens drapes the belt over his shoulder and he and Demis shake hands.
Zach Davis: Well I imagine Seth Lerch will indeed have something to say about this. The International Championship is obviously not an officially sanctioned WCF Championship.
Freddy Whoa: But you heard Reginald. If Seth has anything to say about it, he has to speak to that Greek monster Demis Polymeros first!
Quicksilver: What a championship! What a bodyguard! How is this night gonna get any better than that?!
We see the arrival of the one and only Joey Flash as he walks from the car park entrance toward the arena. He flips what appears to be a paint brush onto the floor and smiles at the camera as he passes.
Joey Flash: I wouldn't be so upset, after all it was just another Bautemlicher machine wasn't it?
With this Joey strolls off down into the corridors and the camera hurries toward the car park where it finds Grime's formerly pristine machine now covered with crude paint saying 'WCF, bitch' and a crude drawing of the Television title. The camera pans to see Joey waving as he exits, whistling his way down the corridor.
A tour bus pulls up to the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, as fans cheer from both sides as it pulls into the parking garage at the rear of the building. The bus comes to a halt right in front of the loading docks, and the door pops open.
The first person to step out has been a stranger to the WCF for over a year now, as Michael Steele comes off the bus, wearing a peacoat and looking around with his mirrored glasses on his face. He then says...
Michael Steele: It's a bit chilly out, men. Break out your cold weather gear.
Gonzo is next off the bus, wearing blue jeans, a red t-shirt, shooting vest, and jungle hat. There is clapping and cheering in the background, as several backstage workers gather around the bus to see Murdock. Murdock says...
Gonzo Murdock: This is NOT cold! You call yourself a New Yorker, Colonel? And who are all these people who have come to visit me at home?
Gonzo gets a good laugh from the crowd, though it is not exactly a stretch of the imagination that the bus really is his home. The bus then begins to shake, as you can hear audibly in the background...
Mod Deuce: Damn CHAIR!!!
The sound of ripping and breaking can be heard, as Gonzo gets off the bus in a hurry, followed by Mod Deuce, who has a Captain chair that is attached to his back. After getting off the bus, Mod rips the stuck chair off of his back, much to the shock and awe of the fans, as all 6'9", and 409 pounds stands tall before them, before someone yells out in a very redneck vocal styling...
Redneck Fan: Ain't dat duh guy who ran that queer out of here 'bout a year back?
Mod Deuce: See? That's all people will remember me for! Beating up a really creepy "person" who blew up my truck! And that got turned into a hate crime!
Gonzo Murdock: Well yeah! That was ALL you did in the WCF!
Michael Steele: At least nobody made a big deal for me. Last thing I want is attention. Especially after all the Yak...
Gonzo cuts off Steele, as Hank Brown comes up and does a double take, as he sees not only Gonzo, but also Mod Deuce and Michael Steele, who have both been gone from the WCF for over a year. Hank says...
Hank Brown: Gonzo! How does it feel to be back?
Gonzo Murdock: Dude, I was gone for a month, not forever! Back up off me...
Hank Brown: And where did you find these guys?
Gonzo Murdock: Japan.
Hank Brown: Is this a return for both of them?
Gonzo Murdock: You should totally ask them about that...
Michael Steele: Fuck no! I really hated that Twitter thing that everyone is forced to do here. What kind of shit is that? And most of the "fighters" here, if you want to call them that, are not in my league. I'm just here because I have nowhere else better to be at the moment...
Hank Brown: And what about you, Mod? We haven't heard anything from you after the whole incident with...
Mod Deuce: Dude, don't be bringing up bad memories and hurt feelings! I MISS THAT TRUCK, MAN!!! And if you bring that "person" up, I swear to everything that is Holy under the Sun that you will go to the same place that my truck went when it died...
Hank Brown: A junkyard?
Mod Deuce: It could be arranged that your dead body is found in one, yes...
Gonzo Murdock: Alright, lets quit feeding the trolls. Mod, you said you can set up a keg, yes?
Mod Deuce: You know it, bromego!
Gonzo Murdock: Well, lets set it up, already! There are sober wrestlers in the back, and that needs to change before they go wrestle! Hurry up!
Michael Steele: Everyone in the WCF is still a bunch of semi-functioning addicts, I assume?
Gonzo just smiles at the question, as he pushes past Hank Brown. Michael just shakes his head, as Hank tries in vain to get words out of ANYBODY...
Hank Brown: So guys... Seriously? Can I at least get a beer?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to W-C-F Explosion! The following contest is a five man match.
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice: Good guys don’t win in the real World.
Smoke fills the entrance and white lights filter through as “Disposable War Pigs” by Celldweller starts playing. Out walks Adam Young in a black “Villain” t-shirt with white letters on it. He stands there for a moment and then starts towards the ring with boos ringing through-out the arena.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Abilene, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, and standing at six foot four inches. He is “The Villain” AAADDDDAAAAAMMMMMM YYYOOOOOUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!
Adam looks around the arena with an evil smirk on his face and an icy stare in his eyes. A huge burst of pyro goes off back at the entrance as Adam circles the ring. Adam climbs into the ring and throws his t-shirt into the crowd. Black and purple streamers fly into the ring from the crowd. A huge “Rebel Flag” (the Confederate Naval Jack) covers the entrance.
“Disposable War Pigs” fades away, replaced by “Eye of the Tiger”. Snapz slowly walks out on the stage and glares through the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and standing at six foot five inches. SSSNNNNNNAAAAPPPPPPZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!
As Snapz gets closer to the ring, he approaches the fans as if to interact, but then torns to a camera with an evil grin. He slides into the ring and stands in the center raising his fist. When he drops his fist, a loud bang of pyro goes off.
The referee in the ring already tries to keep the two men separated, as a voice comes over the speakers.
Voice: ALLL AAABBBBOOOOAAAAARRRRDDDDD!!!!!!!
Big Train emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way out to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From The Jungle Bae. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds and standing at six foot three inches. BBBIIIIIIIGGGGGGG TTTTTRRRRAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Train slides into the ring, forcing the referee to now keep three men apart.
Gravedigger: Big Train is ready to take all of these fools out!
The lights go down as “Born in the USA” by Bruce Springsteen begins playing on the jumbo-tron. Explosions light the way along the ramp as the Masked Avenger steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From parts unknown, weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds and standing at six foot seven inches. He is the MMMAAAASSSSKKKKEEEEDDD AAAVVVEEENNNNNGGGGEEEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!
The Masked Avenger stands quietly against the ropes. The bomb ticking inside him about to explode as the fire rages behind his eyes. He climbs in the ring, and the referee loses control. The Masked Avenger moves in towards Big Train, who shuts him down with a powerful shoulder thrust.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute, not everyone is in the ring!
The referee attempts to regain control, but Snapz and Adam Young have begun to brawl as well. As chaos reigns supreme in the ring, “Dr. Feelgood” hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc Henry and Mary emerge onto the stage. Doc sees the brawl in the ring and simply hands Mary the Confederate Championship. He runs into the ring and joins the party.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry not wanting to miss anything!
The referee, now satisfied everyone is at least in the ring, and still frustrated over the brawl, calls for the bell.
Gravedigger: Now the match has officially begun!
Adam Young sends Snapz into the corner, as the Masked Avenger bodyslams Big Train in the center of the ring. Doc Henry takes the time and slams his forearm into the back of the Masked Avenger’s head, sending him straight to the floor. Doc turns and grabs Adam Young, sending him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and following through with a Clothesline that sends Young over the top rope. Snapz comes out of the corner, but Doc Henry sees him and spears him quickly.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry is back, he’s back!
Doc Henry now grabs Big Train, and grabs him for a German Suplex. He delivers, but quickly grabs his own side.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute, he’s favouring his ribs again.
Doc Henry stands back up, but holds his ribs. He grabs Big Train, and throws him into the corner. Doc begins to punch Big Train, but slowly. Doc grabs Big Train and sends him into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Doc rushes forward for a Clothesline, but is met with a back elbow strike by Adam Young. Adam Young starts kicking Doc Henry, just as the Masked Avenger steps back into the ring and grabs Big Train. Snapz crawls back in, and kicks the back of Adam Young’s knee, sending him to the floor. The brawl continues, with Snapz beating down Adam Young, and the Masked Avenger beating down Big Train. The chaos continues in the ring, as Doc Henry rolls out, right into the hands of a very worried Mary. He keeps grabbing his ribs and talking to Mary.
Gravedigger: Something’s not right here.
Back inside the ring we find Snapz and Adam Young exchanging punches, and Big Train delivering a series of shoulder thrusts to the cornered Masked Avenger. Big Train sends the Masked Avenger to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip, on the return he delivers a powerful spear.
Freddy Whoa: All Aboard! The Masked Avenger is out! All that’s left in that ring is Adam Young, Big Train, and Snapz.
Gravedigger: That’s right, and at this point, it looks like it could be anyone’s game.
Young rushes at Snapz but Snapz drops and pulls down the top rope, sending Young flying over. Big Train runs at Snapz and Snapz kicks him in the gut and executes the Snap Back!
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS!
Into the pin!
Snapz celebrates his first win standing on the middle turn buckle he plays to the crowd after a great match. He jumps down from the middle turnbuckle looks dead into the camera points and says "occulo your next!" he turns around and another camera man was going for a angle and bumps his shoulder and snaps walks over him falling on the canvas. He pushes him self up turns back to the camera man with a glazed look over his eyes as he stands up and the camera man is backing up and Snapz has literally no emotion on his face. He grabs the camera and smashes it. He then decks the canera man with a right hand. He glazes over the crowd who was just cheering him on gis first win with no emotion. He picks up the camera man who seems to be barely conscious and puts him in between his legs butterfly hooks the arms and lifts him up for the snap back but as he has him raised over his head he walks to the ropes facing the announce table and launches the camera man over the top rope through the announce table. He has his head down as he looks at the camera who is a safe distance away he grins points and says "occulo!" and signals to his waist as he exits the ring.
Around the arena, the lighting is slowly beginning to dim, and “Egypt Central – Over and Under” can be heard blaring through the arena, the crowd seem unknowing of who may be entering, evident by their confused faces and lack of reaction to the theme song.
A moment later, one of the latest additions to the WCF Roster, Zione Redington… is seen appearing at the top of the entrance ramp. Some of the crowd cheer while the rest remain silent, Zione is now deliberately making his way to the ring, with a microphone in hand. A big grin is seen etched over his face, and soon enough, he’s standing in the middle of the ring, in front of the huge crowd in attendance. Zione’s changes subtly, from the more easy-going and casual look, to a hardened stare, with narrowed eyebrows.
Zione Redington: For long enough, I’ve bided my time, waited for my shot.
The crowd goes silent, waiting Zione to continue to speak.
Zione Redington: I’ve hung around in the lower leagues my entire life, working on my “game”, working on my mentality, and making sure that when I decided to step up to the plate, I’d be able to take the world by storm.
He pauses for a moment, as he draws in for a breath of air.
Zione Redington: And now, that time has come. The time where I will soon enough be debuting in my first ever match in the WCF, unfortunately enough for all of you… that won’t be today. But eventually, you’ll all come to realize that I’m simply…
He pauses again, a smile breaking out over his face.
Zione Redington: Better... than anyone who may dare step in front of me. Now, not too long ago I showed my interest in the “Television” Title, and I’ll still be heading down that road, I’ll still be the man to carry that Title within my hand, and use it as a platform to raise my profile even higher.
The crowd is beginning to mutter and whisper enthusiastically, as they listen to Zione.
Zione Redington: It’s only a matter of time. Once I’m given my shot, I will make the most of it. I will be the Television Champion, I will be the new face of the company, and most of all, I will be the man YOU ALL want to be. For I am Zione Redington, your one and true saviour.
Suddenly, the lights completely go out, and when they come back on… Zione is nowhere to be seen, dazed and confused, the crowd go into a frenzy of chattering, as they await for the next match to begin.
The lights dim as "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory hits the PA. biohazard runs out onto the stage and spits some ooze in the air, followed by Walker who flexes in front of him. The two men hug for a little bit too long before making their way down the aisle. Walker enters the ring and bullies the ref as biohazard does some flippy lucha shit on the ropes. Finally they settle down and wait in the corner for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: Tag team action coming up!
Gravedigger: Look at these two idiots.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, Digger-- they're fun. Everybody loves BioWalker.
Gravedigger: They're an embarassment to the company, that's what they are.
Loud Harley-Davidson motorcycle engine sounds blare through the speakers, slowly fading into "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent. Charlie and Conner enter the stage and make their way down the ramp, their eyes focused on the ring (or the opponent). As they get to ringside, Charlie walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes, Conner follows. Conner and Charlie stare down their opponents as they wait for the referee to send one to the corner.
Gravedigger: Now these two guys look like they are all business. Bikers, my type of guys.
Zach Davis: WCF is suddenly overrun with bikers. I wonder who's paying Seth to let them all in.
Gravedigger: What? What are you talking about?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, getting defensive Digger? You know something about all these bikers? Is MS-13 affiliated with the Dark Riders Gang?
Gravedigger: ... You're asking too many questions, Freddy.
Charlie and Walker stay in the ring as Conner and biohazard head to the apron in their respective corners.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: You know, Caraid aren't just bikers-- Charlie is former military in his homeland of Scotland, and Conner is from the Russian mob.
Freddy Whoa: Couple of shady characters if you ask me.
Charlie and Walker circle each other for a few moments before locking up. Walker breaks it and hits Charlie with a forearm, and another. He puts Charlie in a front facelock and begins hitting him with knees to the midsection.
Gravedigger: This Tyler... T-Pain, Tyson, whatever he's called this week-- if he had a brain in his head, he might be dangerous. He's freakishly strong.
Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah, he's 'roided out. For sure.
Tyler goes to whip Charlie into the corner, but it's reversed! Charlie begins hammering Tyler with punches-- jabs, followed by a big right cross. Charlie boots Tyler in the midsection and then backs up for a running clothesline in the corner. He brings Walker out of the corner with a hip toss, and then begins to stomp him out on the mat.
Zach Davis: Walker might have that raw power, but this guy Charlie Anderson has that edge. You can see it in his eyes, he's not afraid of a good brawl.
Freddy Whoa: Well, he's Scottish, so... I mean, yeah.
Charlie drops down and hits Tyler with mounted punches. Charlie with an elbowdrop and he covers Walker.
Gravedigger: Kickout at one.
Both men to their feet. Tyler connects with a right hand. Charlie comes back with one of his own, but Tyler grabs the fist and begins to squeeze it! Charlie goes down to a knee, but he punches Tyler in the gut with his free hand, and then connects with an uppercut! Tyler stumbles back, and Charlie tags out to Conner.
Freddy Whoa: Alright, now this guy scares me.
Zach Davis: You know he's mute, right? Apparently, his tongue was cut out.
Gravedigger: It happens.
Walker charges at Conner but he's destroyed with a big right hook. Walker collapses to the mat, and Conner pins him.
Freddy Whoa: No, Walker kicks out!
Gravedigger: I thought he was out cold.
Conner goes to pull up Walker, but Walker surprises him with a drop-toe hold! Walker leaps and tags in biohazard. b-haz springboards in with a missile dropkick to Conner as he's getting back to his feet. biohazard rebounds off the ropes, and catches Conner with another missile dropkick as he gets to his feet, taking him down once again. biohazard runs to the ropes again, and comes back-- this time Conner catches him with a big boot to the face!
Freddy Whoa: Almost took his head off!
Conner tags out to Charlie. Charlie enters and waits for biohazard to get up... and hits a stunner!
Zach Davis: Celtic Crusher!
Charlie quickly tags out, and rolls out of the ring. Conner enters and applies the Face Rake Armbar to biohazard.
Freddy Whoa: Submission finisher! Will biohazard tap?
Tyler runs into the ring-- but it's too late, biohazard taps out.
DING DING DING
"Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent hits the PA once again.
Zach Davis: Caraid wins!
Freddy Whoa: They dominated BioWalker here tonight. I wonder what's next for these guys, and what kind of an impact they'll have on the Tag Team scene here in WCF.
Charlie and Conner celebrate in the ring as biohazard and Tyler regroup on the outside.
Q-Ball stands at the door of Seth Lerch’s office. He stands there for a moment and then knocks.
Seth Lerch: It’s open!
Q-Ball opens the door and walks in. The camera man following in behind him hesitantly enters the room. Seth is pacing back and forth.
Seth Lerch: Oh, it’s you. Good, glad you could get here early.
Q-Ball: What’d you need? I have a match in a few minutes.
Seth Lerch: You’re the one who trained Grime. You’re like his mentor, his friend, whatever the case may be.
Q-Ball: Yeah, so?
Seth Lerch: So I want you to take this and convince him that it’s in his best interest to carry and defend it as it should be defended.
Seth hands Q-Ball the WCF Television title.
Q-Ball: Hey. Look, Seth. He’s his own man. I can talk to him and give him the message, but there is no guarantee that he’ll follow through with it the way you’re demanding.
Seth Lerch: You’ll convince him. Tell him if he wants to keep his job then he’ll defend that title tonight and go all out in doing so. If I even think that he’s holding back for any reason, he’s gone.
Q-Ball looks at the title and looks up at Seth. He nods.
Q-Ball: I’ll do what I can to see that he stays around.
Seth Lerch: That’s good. Now get going. You got a match coming up.
Backstage we see the curtain being thrown to the side as Mystic comes through just as Hank Brown comes walking up with a microphone in hand..
Hank Brown: Mystic.. Hey can I get a moment?
Turning and glaring from the side of eye sockets he nods his approval.
Hank Brown: We haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet I'm Hank Brown the man with all the questions everyone wants answered Welcome to Wrestling Championship Federation.
Hank Brown: So two matches, and both you have came out victorious how do you feel about your time so far here in WCF?
Mystic: It's War Mr. Brown.. It's exactly what it's suppose to be..
Hank Brown: Yeah, it is but how do you feel?
Mystic: I feel like I'm just throwing pebbles in to the water here in WCF.. I feel there is alot more to come, alot more to be shown from me. To be honest with you..
Hank Brown: Honesty yeah that is what we want.
Mystic glares and tightens his jawline restraining from erupting from the interruption..
Mystic: Honestly.. I haven't given anyone a damn thing to be worried about.. I'm only playing with what they're giving me. But see sometimes you just have wait for that opportunity to actually reach out and grab that throat of the world and surprise them..
Hank Brown: Surprise them?
Mystic: Yes, Mr.Brown..
Hank Brown: You can call me Hank we are casual around here..
Mystic: Mr. Brown.. we aren't friends. We will never be friends, we will only be two men with two different ajendas in this business. I get it you have questions.. I have answers.. Here at Explosion I have made up my mind..
Hank Brown: And what is that?
Mystic waves on Hank towards a nearby monitor showing a preview of the next match Dark Prince vs Q-Ball.
Hank Brown: That's coming up.. What is your concern with Dark Prince's and Q-Ball's match?
Mystic: Sometimes you just have to wait and see Mr. Brown.. even the hunters can be hunted!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a standard one fall tag team match.
The words “Dampshaw” come on the screen in flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down, arrogantly waving his hands not unlike the Queen.
And did those feet in ancient time
Dampshaw looks around at the crowd while walking, giving the people looks of disgust as he truly believes that he is above them.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Ryde, Isle of Wright, England. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, and standing at six foot three inches. He is the Duke of Gold, Reginald DAAAAMMMMPPPPPPSSSSHHHHHAAAAWWWW the TTTHHHHIIIIIRRRRRDDDDD!!!!!!!!
Reginald slowly enters the ring and lifts his arms up in the air, looking around the arena at all the fans, a look of pure contempt and dislike on his features. Gold smoke and gold sparks come tumbling down onto him as the fans boo the hated wrestler. Reginald is uncaring in this reaction, immersed in his own self love.
Zach Davis: This match should be quite interesting. Reginald is a well accomplished technical wrestler, and many of the wrestlers in this match have a lot to prove in this company.
The Fans in the United Center are buzzing when the lights dim down and the screen lights ups to the backstage area where a foggy mist covers the ground. Rising and thickening as moments begin to pass a gust begins to swirl the mist in funnel like motion as two black leather padded boots come in to view. Rising up a leather trench coat to a solid structure of Mystic is seen with him eyes staring straight at us.
Mystic: Those famous last words they mutter to the world will be remembered, for they tell themselves not to be afraid and walk with a big stick full of pride and courage, I encourage your defiance. I thrive on the debate. I yearn for the fight.. Although the hand in hand combat is here, the battleground is waiting.. You have stood in your pits of fearfulness just waiting to get this over and done with. A bad week by the powers that be, they threw you to the pack of wolves that are hungry. Cameron knows the hunger that is why the man kept his mouth shut all week knowing what is about to transpire, he knew what he is capable of and what he just simply can't defeat and soon he will be remembered as the man that will tell this tale of his failures and fears. But Jimmy.. Mr.Wicked either watched last weeks Slam session where I held my ground and unloaded my arsenal and thought to himself, this man isn't going to be stopped by me either. Or maybe the phone call was made and Cameron told that Redneck retard that he shouldn't press his luck because this week even on their tippy-toes they couldn't reach this level of the land.. Now to my partner that can be summed up by two letters and a number has taken the same road this grand stage.. He saw what I'm capable of against three others and figured he could just take it easy knowing I wasn't going to be denied no matter who what where or when.. He was right, maybe the first time in his life but he's right.. I will finish.. I will come correct and I will surpass those that stand in my way.. It's only the beginning.. Enough is enough.. here comes what shall not pass..
Freddy Whoa: Reginald Dampshaw the Third and Mystic look well prepared for this match.
“Villian” by Theory of a Deadman begins to play as green and gold lights begin to flash in time with the music. Out from the back struts Cameron Asher with a very cocky and laid back air about him. He stops at the top of the ramp and plays to the crowd for a minute regardless of them cheering or booing him. Once the singing begins Cameron can be seen lip syncing along with the song and playing to the crowd more as he makes gestures and taught along with the song while he heads down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, from Boston, Massachusetts. Standing at six foot four inches, and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is CCCAAAAMMMMMMMEEEERRRRROOOOONNNNNNN AAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHEEEEERRRRR!!!!!!!!
Just before the chorus (at the lyrics: “I’m in it for the money and FAME!”) he will turn and face the crowd as he spreads his arms out wide and tilts his head back still lip syncing along. As the chorus officially starts he climbs in the ring and hops up onto the mid-rope in the corner still just “singing” along with the crowd and gesturing back and forth always in time with the music until the music is cut off and he hops down and stretches against the ropes. Cameron stares down at Dampshaw and Mystic as he waits for his partner.
“Tom Sawyer” by Rush hits the speakers in the arena, and Jimmy Wicked bounches out to the stage, playing air guitar in time to the music.
Kyle Steel: His tag team partner, from Rock City. Standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. JJJJJJIIIIIIMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY WWWWWIIIIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!
He heads down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans and having a great time. When he gets to the ring, Wicked slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the crowd and hitting the air guitar solo, before turning to face his opponents, still with that big grin.
The referee is a larger man, slightly taller than the wrestlers in the ring. He has long hair, a beard, and wears a tight fitting WCF referee shirt that shows his muscular build.
Zach Davis: Before this match begins, another introduction needs to be made. This is the first match for one of WCF’s newest referees. Jefferson Davis Bates!
Gravedigger: Wait, do you mean Thomas Bates’ brother?
Zach Davis: Absolutely. If he’s anything like his brother, he won’t be letting much slide past him.
Referee Bates checks all participants for any foreign objects, and clears everyone. Cameron Asher and Reginald Dampshaw III are the two the start the match. Referee Bates calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: The match is now underway. Asher and Dampshaw lock up in the ring.
Dampshaw quickly turns the lockup into a headlock. Asher pushes towards the ropes, grabbing them. Dampshaw tries to keep the lock on, but Referee Bates begins to count.
Dampshaw lets go, and begins to argue with Referee Bates. Jeff motions that Asher had the ropes.
Zach Davis: The new referee is not letting Dampshaw push him around.
Dampshaw turns his attention back to Asher, who has just tagged in Jimmy Wicked. Wicked rushes quick, attempting a clothesline. Dampshaw instead uses his momentum to amplify a hip toss, sending Wicked across the ring. Dampshaw moves in to grab Wicked, but is kicked in the face for his efforts. Wicked jumps back up, and bounces off the ropes, delivering a knee to Dampshaw’s gut. Dampshaw doubles over, and is grabbed quickly by Wicked. Wicked pushes Dampshaw into the ropes, and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. When Dampshaw returns, Wicked delivers his own Hip Toss.
Freddy Whoa: Wicked is not going to simply sit here and take it. He’s taking the fight to Dampshaw!
Wicked waits for Dampshaw to start getting up, leaning against the ropes for leverage. Wicked runs, bounces off the ropes, and delivers a running dropkick to Dampshaw’s head, sending him clear out of the ring. Wicked taunts Mystic, who tries to get into the ring. Referee Bates stops him quick.
Zach Davis: Mystic not allowed to get into the ring.
Reginald Dampshaw III crawls back up, slipping into the ring near his own corner. He tags in Mystic, just as Wicked tries to move in. Wicked starts to back up, but Mystic rushes in, grabbing the legs of Wicked, sending him crashing to the ground. Mystic lifts up Wicked’s leg, and delivers an elbow drop right into the knee. He repeats the action before dropping Wicked’s leg, and stepping back, waiting on Jimmy to get up. As Wicked crawls up the ropes, Mystic moves in with a fury of chops, sending Wicked into an empty corner.
Freddy Whoa: Mystic is relentless!
Mystic lifts Wicked to the second turnbuckle, then to the top. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and grabs Wicked for a suplex. Jimmy begins to struggle, but Mystic punches him in the ribs and delivers the suplex. Mystic climbs back up, and waits for Wicked to get up. He move in, but Wicked grabs him by the waistline, and pulls him forward into the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Mystic hits the second turnbuckle!
Wicked crawls to his corner, and tags in Cameron Asher. Referee Bates acknowledges the tag, just as Mystic begins to pull himself up. Asher moves forward, kicking Mystic in the ribs. Mystic begins to crawl to the center of the ring, and Asher moves in for another kick. This time, Mystic grabs Asher’s leg and pulls him down, locking in an ankle lock. Asher begins pulling himself to the ropes, but Mystic stands and drags him back to the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Jimmy Wicked is still recovering ringside, we may soon have a winner!
Mystic drops the hold, and instead pulls Asher to a sitting position. He applies a Full Nelson Choke, and then a body scissors.
Freddy Whoa: The Dream State!
Just as Wicked starts to climb back up to the apron and realizes the submission has been applied, Asher taps.
Zach Davis: Referee Jefferson Davis Bates is calling for the bell! This match is over!
Kyle Steel: The winners, by submission, Reginald Dampshaw the third, and Mystic!
Referee Bates raises their arms as Jimmy Wicked sits completely shocked at the quick defeat.
We cut backstage to the United Center arena entrance to find none other than Katherine Phoenix making her way into the building. Katherine is wearing her usual casual attire of just a pair of skinny jeans and a black low cut vest top. In her hands she is carrying several bags of different size and shape, some obviously containing her wrestling gear. Katherine pushes open the arena doors and makes her way into the building and is immediately met by Hank Brown who obviously hadn't learnt his lesson since the last time the two had been near each other.
Hank Brown: Good evening, Katherine. I've got to say, you look very happy today...
Katherine stopped in her tracks and grinned into Hank Brown's face. Hank had never seen her look so joyful, this was indeed a rare sight.
Katherine Phoenix: I look happy? Why of course I do, Hank. Today is the day I FINALLY get rid of Marc Mayhem! You should all be excited about that one. Aren't you excited?
Hank Brown: I'm looking forward to your match later, of course. Do you mind if I have a moment of your time so we can discuss said match?
Katherine Phoenix: Hank I'd love to but I'm a very busy girl and don't have a lot of time on my hands. Besides I've got to give someone something I got for them. It is easter after all.
Hank Brown: That it is, happy easter to you Katherine.
Katherine nodded and almost skipped down the corridor looking at each door she passed until she finally found the one she was looking for and knocked quite loudly on the door, grinning brightly. Eventually Joey Flash opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.
Joey Flash: Katherine Phoenix. So you did turn up. I had a wager on whether or not you actually would, I guess I lost that one huh? No doubt you're confident enough that things will go your way tonight?
Katherine nodded her head still smiling into Joey's face.
Katherine Phoenix: Joey there's one thing you'll quickly learn about me, things ALWAYS go my way. ALWAYS! By the way I have a little present for you, you didn't forget that it was easter right?
Joey Flash: A present? For me? Gee you really shouldn't have.
Katherine Phoenix: Nonsense it was nothing. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.
Joey was quite reluctant to do as Katherine had wished him to but eventually he did as he was asked as Katherine reached down into one of her bags and pulled out a rather large box which she immediately placed into his hands.
Katherine Phoenix: Okay open them.
Joey opened his eyes to find that he was holding a chocolate bunny, literally. Katherine had got a real life bunny rabbit and dipped it in chocolate just for him. Katherine just stood there still grinning into his face.
Katherine Phoenix: You love it right? I just knew you would!
Joey cocks his head and studies the bunny, he gives it a prod, a poke and affirms the demise of the small woodland critter.
Joey Flash: You heartless shrew!
Joey begins licking the chocolate off the bunny.
Joey Flash: I name you Mr Fluffykins Jr, your valiant sacrifice will not go to waste. I shall have you stuffed and placed on my locker room shelf. You will help me through the tough times.
Most of the chocolate coating of the poor bunny has been consumed leaving a floppy little rabbit in Joey's hands.
Joey Flash: He was delicious...but still, fuck you bitch! When you said present I was hoping for a swift blowjob.
Joey stares at Mr Fluffykins Jr and hugs him. Katherine simply raises an eyebrow at Joey Flash as he continues to hug the dead rabbit.
Katherine Phoenix: Soooo what you're saying is, you like dead animals, chocolate... and you want to cheat on your wife with me? You do know I'm not a dead animal, right? I mean if I was I'd be a dead bear, because you know... bears are awesome. But still! I, errrrr... I kinda forget where I'm going with this.
Joey Flash: I love chocolate, animals and getting my dick sucked. Is that a crime? Where you were going? Away is where you were going.
Katherine Phoenix: Now wait a minute, wait a minute now somethings missing here. It almost feels like we just like completely skipped over something quite important here. I better check my notes.
Katherine bent down and reached into her backpack, pulling out a pink sparkly notepad with matching pink pen. She turns a couple of pages reading through her scribbles.
Katherine Phoenix: Lets see... mention easter, yep I did that. Give chocolate bunny, did that. Freak you out, thats one part we didn't do correctly. Kick your ass, leave. Hmmmmm soooooo... seems that right now one part is already failed... but don't fear, Joey. I will save the day just like I always do!
Katherine dropped the notepad and SLAMMED a hard right first right into Joeys skull, causing him to stumble backwards almost falling onto the floor. Katherine pushed Joey backwards into his locker room and followed him into his room, slamming the door behind her and locking the cameraman out of the room.
Thomas Urial Bates walks into the catering area, to the smell of Pabst Blue Ribbon permeating the air, as several backstage workers, to include road agents, security, and front office staff are engaging in friendly conversation and good cheer. Thomas looks over at the table full of red Solo cups full of beer, and walks over to the table. He grabs one, takes a sniff of the beer, before he cracks a grin and take a pull of beer, right as someone sneaks up behind him and goes...
Gonzo Murdock: HEY, NO DRINKING ON THE JOB!!!
Thomas gets shaken up, and some of the beer from the cup goes up into his nose, as he starts to hack and cough, as Gonzo laughs in the background. Thomas chokes up these words...
Thomas Bates: YOU ASS!!!
Gonzo Murdock: Oh shit, man. I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else.
Thomas Bates: How many guys do you know the size of me in this building tonight?
Gonzo Murdock: Well, there's him... (Pointing to Mod Deuce...)
Thomas Bates: Oh... No shit...
Gonzo Murdock: Again, I apologize for that. I honestly thought you were him, and I was going to bust his balls a little...
Thomas Bates: I'll get over it. Just wanted to wet the pallet before the match, is all. Didn't expect to get scared half to death doing it, though.
Gonzo Murdock: Who's your opponent?
Thomas Bates: Gemini Battle and Joey Flash...
Gonzo's face contorts a little after hearing the last name escape the mouth of Thomas Bates. Gonzo grabs another beer, hands it to him, and says...
Gonzo Murdock: Do me and everyone in this building a favor, and drop Flash like a toilet seat. Can you do that for me? There's more beer in it for you if you do. And some medicinal weed...
Thomas Bates: Save the alcohol, you'll never have enough to satisfy me. But I'll do you a solid and drop both of those clowns. I heard about what Joey did to you, and to say it was fucked up what he did to you is an understatement. How have you been, by the way?
Gonzo Murdock: I'm fine. Just minor injuries that piled up. No big deal. I'll be back in the ring avenging my losses and racking up wins soon enough. In the meantime, I think they're starting to sing your song. Good luck out there. And remember, just don't beat them. Kick their asses!
Thomas just nods, as he walks in the direction of the staging area. Gonzo just nods to himself, as he scratches behind his ear, and finds a J. Gonzo puts the J in his mouth and fishes a lighter from his shooting vest. Before he lights it, the scene changes to...
Freddy Whoa: Coming up we’ve got a couple newcomers looking to prove themselves.
"Give me the night" by Dragonforce plays, with pyros going off at the pause at the beginning. As those explosions finish, Q-Ball runs out from behind the curtain to the cheers of the crowd, hold a razor-wire wrapped sycamore cane above his head. He walks down the ramp, taking fives from the fans.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring…weighing in at 255 lbs…from Denver, CO…Q-BAAALLLLLL!
Zach Davis: Q-Ball looking GOOD in his biker gear!
Gravedigger: Something you’d like to tell us, Zach?
The lights in the arena begin like a strobe light flashing blue and red with some white mixed in as “Lucifer in Starlight” by Powerwolf begins to play. The Dark Prince doesn’t walk out onto the stage until the hard part of the song hits after the guitar intro. He stands on the stage for a moment looking around the arena before making his way down the path to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from the deepest pits of your worst nightmare…THE DARK PRINCE!!!
He pays no attention to any of the fans as they watch the him making his way to the ring. There are boos, but most of the fans are just watching the freak as he enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Q-Ball and the Dark Prince are set to go at it here, let’s see who takes the upper hand.
Zach Davis: My money’s on Q-Ball…he’s like, 7’0” tall…and that gear…
Gravedigger: My notes say he’s 6’7”, but I mean come on, look at him – he’s like a beanpole. He weighs as much as the Dark Prince who’s only 6’3”. And since when does gear get you anywhere in this business?
Freddy Whoa: Saved by the bell, folks, and we’re underway.
Dark Prince eyes Q-Ball as the taller man moves toward his corner. When he nears, Dark Prince charges and lays him out with a running clothesline. Q-Ball slams hard against the mat but gets right back up. Dark Prince charges and lays him out with a another clothesline, but again Q-Ball pops right back up. When Dark Prince charges for a third time, Q-Ball catches him with an arm around his throat.
Freddy Whoa: Q-Ball’s got him! This could be it! The Ball in the Pocket!
Zach Davis: Oh! Avoided by the Dark Prince!
Gravedigger: This wannabe Sith Lord’s got some fight in him.
Dark Prince knees Q-Ball in the gut and sends him into the ropes. When he comes back around, he powerslams him hard onto the mat and goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Q-Ball kicks out in time!
Dark Prince starts to lift Q-Ball to his feet but catches a fist to the face and staggers backward. Q-Ball seizes the opportunity and charges him, laying him out with a running clothesline of his own. Dark Prince is not as quick to get up. Q-Ball lifts him by his hair and intentionally smears some of Dark Prince’s facepaint off. He whips him into the ropes and puts a big boot in his face when he come back around.
Zach Davis: Oh, my! The Dark Prince with a taste of Q-Ball’s foot – I wonder what it tasted like?
Gravedigger: I’ll give you a sample of mine if you don’t shut the hell up.
Dark Prince is slow to his feet, and he loses his vertical base just as quickly as he gains it when Q-Ball hits a Spike DDT. Q-Ball picks him up and positions him for another DDT, but instead lifts him up and holds him in the air for a few seconds before slamming his head against the mat in a stalling Brainbuster. He rolls over and goes for the pin.
Freddy: A kickout by the Dark Prince. Pretty even match so far.
Zach Davis: No way…Q-Ball’s all over this guy. He’s so hot – I mean…good.
Dark Prince is still dazed as Q-Ball lifts him to his feet again. He snaps out of it when Q-Ball tries to lift him over his head in a Gorilla Press Slam. He reverses the move and performs a kickout Spike DDT on Q-Ball.
Freddy Whoa: Tit for tat here folks - Dark Prince lays Q-Ball out in much the same way he was by Q-Ball just a moment ago.
Gravedigger: This Dark Prince isn’t one to forget.
Dark Prince lefts Q-Ball up and sends him into the corner. He follows shortly behind him and hits him with a big splash when he turns around. Q-Ball is out on his feet for a moment, and Dark Prince hits him with chop after chop in the corner. The crowd chants out as he hits him
Q-Ball catches Dark Prince’s hand and kicks him in the gut. A big right hand catches Dark Prince in the face and sends him reeling. Q-Ball pursues him with heavy punches until Dark Prince finds himself being pummeled in the opposite corner. Q-Ball chokes him but relinquishes the hold before the ref can count to five. He turns and raises his arms to a few cheers as Dark Prince regains himself in the corner. He charges Q-Ball and takes out the back of his knee with his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: And Q-Ball goes down!
Zach Davis: He’s holding his knee and writhing around in pain…oh, I hope he’s ok!
Gravedigger: He’s not. How’s the big man supposed to do anything if he can’t use his leg?
Dark Prince lefts Q-Ball up and hits a Reverse Atomic Drop. Q-Ball still favors his leg as he rolls around on the mat. Dark Prince spins him over and grabs his leg, pulling it back in a single-leg Boston Crab. He wrenches on Q-Ball’s long, injured leg and stares menacingly into the crowd with his red eyes.
Freddy Whoa: Look at the eyes of the Dark Prince! He wants to tear Q-Ball’s leg right off, I’m sure of it!
Zach Davis: Oh no…Q-Ball!
Gravedigger: If he’s worth a damn, he’ll get out of this. If he’s a pussy, he’ll tap…like Dune did last week when ICE Beckman locked him up.
Zach Davis: Q-Ball is not a pussy!
Gravedigger: We’ll see about that.
Dark Prince has him positioned in the center of the ring. The referee slides down and asks Q-Ball repeatedly if he wants to tap. Sweat pours from Q-Balls faces as he adamantly shakes his head no. The pain he’s enduring is obvious and it shows on his face. He inches toward the rope. Dark Prince tries to stop him, but soon Q-Ball is only inches away, and with a final lunge, the big man grabs hold of the bottom rope. Dark Prince releases the hold. He turns and starts stomping Q-Ball, still on the mat holding his injured leg. Dark Prince tries dragging him to the center of the ring and reapplying the hold, but Q-Ball connects with a big kick from his other leg that sends Dark Prince stumbling backward.
Freddy Whoa: Smart move by Q-Ball to avoid standing in harm’s way that time. If the Dark Prince put that hold back on him, I doubt he could have hung on.
Zach Davis: Never doubt Q-Ball…never.
Gravedigger: How long have you two been fucking?
Q-Ball gets to his feet, and as the Dark Prince charges, he limps forward and lays him out with a running STO. Both men are down for the count.
Q-Ball starts to stir, holding his leg as he struggles to his knees.
Dark prince rolls over and begins pushing himself off the mat with his arms.
Q-Ball stands shakily to his feet.
Dark Prince finally stands up just before the referee calls out “ten.” He doesn’t remain there long, as Q-Ball lifts him up in a Military Press and drops him onto the mat from well over 7’0”. Dark Prince writhes in pain, holding his abdomen. Q-Ball drops down for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Dark Prince somehow able to kick out in time, and – OH MY! Q-Ball goes for the splash and Dark Prince gets his knees up in time. Q-Ball is down and he’s in pain!
Q-Ball rolls around, holding his abdomen as Dark Prince gets to his feet. He picks Q-Ball up and sends him over his head with a Dragon Suplex that gets a nice pop from the crowd. He goes for the cover.
Q-Ball kicks out, and he grabs hold of Dark Prince’s arm when he tries to lift him off the mat. He stands up on his own and slams Dark Prince down hard with a one-handed Spinebuster. Q-Ball picks him up and throws his arm around his throat.
Freddy Whoa: Q-Ball’s setting him up!
Zach Davis: The Ball in the Pocket! The Ball in the Pocket!
Gravedigger: The dick in your ass…
Q-Ball pauses for a moment, and it ends up costing him. When he tries to slam Dark Prince face first onto the mat, Dark Prince pulls backward, avoiding the slam. Q-Ball tries again, and again Dark Prince avoids the finishing maneuver. He leans in and whispers into the ear of Q-Ball, whose face dons a look of confusion as Dark Prince whispers to him. He then spins around to his back, lifts him up, and slams him down with a reverse sitting powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: Everlasting Torment! Everlasting Torment! The cover!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner…THE DARK PRRIIIIINNCE!
Q-Ball lifts himself up on his knees, but a spike DDT from Dark Prince lays him out again. He calls for a microphone, and when he gets it he grabs Q-Ball by the head.
Dark Prince: Call Grime! Call him! Ask him to help you!
Dark Prince hits Q-Ball with the microphone on the head between each exclamation point. Grime then comes out and just as Grime starts rushing to the ring and reaches ringside area, the lights go out. When they come back on Dark Prince is standing on the ring entrance stage. Grime doesn't notice him, and slides into the ring to check on Q-Ball. He starts looking around and sees Dark Prince on the stage looking on. The lights flicker and then on the tron screen you read:
ALL THINGS HAVE AN END
We cut backstage to find a young brunette woman waiting around by the locker rooms with a microphone in her hand. The woman is wearing a smart suit with a black jacket, a fairly short tight black skirt, black heels and a tight white shirt which looks to be a size too small for her. Her long brunette hair is pulled back in a pony tail and she's wearing a pair of thick black rimmed glasses.
Zach Davis: Any idea who this young lady is, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Not a clue, but going by the looks of her she's possibly one of the new interviewers?
Finally the woman spots who she has been waiting for and smiles politely in his direction as The Monster, Oblivion steps into the shot.
Interviewer: Oblivion. Oblivion may I have a moment of your time please?
Oblivion looks as if he is about to shrug off the woman and continue walking past her, but she quickly reaches out and grabs him around his enormous arm pressing her french manicured nails into his skin. Oblivion looks down at her hand and back up at the woman amazed that she dare grab hold of him like this.
Oblivion: I guess you're new around here. Let me give you a pointer for future reference, sweetheart. Don't ever touch The Monster. Understood?
Interviewer: I-I apologize Oblivion. I meant no disrespect. It's just I'm new here... and I was just star struck... and I wanted to ask you a couple of questions... and you were always my favorite when I saw you on TV... and...
Oblivion simply raised his massive hand to interrupt the panic stricken woman.
Oblivion: It's okay. IT will allow you to ask IT a couple of quick questions.
Interviewer: Oh good! Okay lets do this properly.
The interviewer jumped to the side briefly and patted herself down making herself look as presentable as possible. When she was pleased with the results she jumped back next to Oblivion, microphone outstretched.
Interviewer: I am live with The Monster, Oblivion. Now Oblivion you will soon be going to battle with... Ummmm... Who will you be going to battle with again?
Oblivion just stood there and shook his head in disbelief.
Oblivion: ...Johnny Reb...
Interviewer: Right, right. You'll be going to battle with Johnny Reb to face... Who are you facing again?
Oblivion was now getting even angrier. He attempted to walk away but again the woman grabbed him around his arm preventing him from doing so.
Zach Davis: Something seems very odd here.
Freddy Whoa: You've got that right. Preventing Oblivion from leaving not once but twice? This girl must have a death wish...
Interviewer: What's wrong Oblivion? Don't you like me touching you?
Oblivion: You had better back off before IT does something IT will not regret.
When Oblivion turned his back again the woman stepped aside and began to take down her hair and remove her jacket, throwing it across the corridor. She undid a couple of her blouses top buttons and shook her hair down over her face, removing her glasses as she did so.
Zach Davis: That is no interviewer! That is Lilith!
Freddy Whoa: What? Really? Whoa! Watch out Oblivion!
But it was too late. Lilith bent down and grabbed a large metal pole which was laying on the floor nearby and swung it at the monster, connecting it hard with a CRACK and sending Oblivion sprawling across the floor. Lilith immediately burst out laughing as if this was hilarious and swung again crashing the pole down onto Oblivions forearm and then the side of his abdomen most likely cracking a rib. She threw the weapon away and pressed one of her heels down onto Oblivions chest.
Lilith: Come on Monster. Get up! Rip me apart! Capture my soul and take it down into the depths of hell! Go on! Do it! DO IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!!!
Oblivion didn't move. He just remained dead still on the floor unconscious. Lilith quickly climbed on top of the monster and sat down on his chest sending rights and lefts crashing down hard into his head.
Lilith: Is this all you've got monster? You're fucking pathetic! Look at you! You're nothing but garbage hiding behind some cheap plastic little mask! That is a cute little mask you've got there though, Oblivion... You don't mind if I take it, right? Of course you don't. After all I am your favorite, right?
Lilith dug her nails behind Oblivions mask and scratched at his flesh as she did so, causing the monster to bleed heavily. Blood seeped out from behind the mask and went all over Liliths fleshly painted nails, causing her to go even more irate. Eventually Lilith managed to yank Oblivions mask off of him and the monster immediately covered his face and rolled onto his side. Lilith jumped up off of Oblivion and placed the mask onto her face, laughing evilly.
Lilith: Roar! Look at me my names Oblivion! Everyone should fear me now because I'm the one who wears the mask! Roar Roar Roar!
Lilith skipped down the hallway and pushed several of the crew members out of the way as she continued to mock the monster whilst wearing his mask.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I can not believe what we just witnessed. I've said it before and I'll say it again, that girl is crazy!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth waiting for her opponent.
The arena goes black as "I've Seen The Signs" by The Blue Dawns begins to play.
Zach Davis: MUSTARD 3:16!
A spot light lights up the center of the ring as Marc Mayhem makes his way out from behind the curtain, closely followed by Logan.
Kyle Steel: From Madison, Wisconsin... weighing in at 220 pounds.... he is MARC MAYHEM!!!
Marc runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down. he slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight while he waits for the bell to ring. Logan slides into the ring after Mayhem. The Blue Dawns cut.
Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix and Marc Mayhem have been at each other throats for awhile now.
Gravedigger: Logan has managed to stay out of it, but he's got no choice tonight.
Logan stands back by the turnbuckle signaling for the bell and it rings. Katherine and Mayhem cautiously approach one another.
Zach Davis: The fans have been waiting weeks to see - WHAT?!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! IMPOSSIBLE.
Logan has grabbed Marc Mayhem from behind and put him in a sleeper, setting up for the Connector. Mayhem's eyes are wide open with shock. He can't believe what's happening. The audience goes silent and gasps as Logan flips over Mayhem and hits his hotdog brother and tag team partner with a CONNECTOR.
Gravedigger: NO WAY.
Logan looks over at Katherine and points down to the fallen half of the Hotdog Kings. She makes the cover. Logan drops down.
Logan and Katherine stand to their feet. The audience isn't really booing or cheering. They don't know what to do.
Gravedigger: I have witnessed most of Logan's career here in WCF over the last fifteen years, and he's done some dirty things. But this...
Zach Davis: This is unforgivable, Gravedigger. They were the closest of friends. HOTDOG KINGS. BROTHERS. WHY, LOGAN, WHY?
Freddy Whoa: And Logan is signaling for a microphone... I can't believe what I just saw.
He raises the microphone to his lips, along with raising Katherine Phoenix's arm into the air.
Logan: And the winner of this match... LILITH.
Zach Davis: Lilith?! What?!
Gravedigger: You didn't know Katherine was Lilith? Jesus, Zach. Focus.
Logan throws the microphone out of the ring while Lilith and Logan stare into each others eyes, smirks on their faces. Logan steps over Marc Mayhem, his Hotdog King comrade, like he's a piece of dog shit on the carpet, and Logan and Lilith share an embrace and loving kiss over Marc Mayhem's body.
Zach Davis: What's that coming out of the ceiling?!
Roses rain from the arenas sky, covering the ring, a laid out Mayhem, and Logan and Lilith red with flowers. Now, the audience begins to boo... massively.
Zach Davis: Geez. I don't know what to say.
Upon command, Logan is thrown a hotdog from a ringside official once Lilith and Logan break from one another. Logan carefully sits the hotdog next to Marc Mayhem's head. People begin throwing food and drinks into the ring while the arena echos with -
Logan and Lilith exit the ring. The camera zooms in on a fallen Marc Mayhem with a hotdog next to him, and fades out.
Q-Ball is seen walking through the halls of the arena. He stops a security guy.
Q-Ball: You seen Grime?
The guy shakes his head. Q-Ball continues walking, asking around after Grime. Finally, he gets an answer from a backstage attendant.
Attendant: Yeah, I saw him in the parking garage.
Q-Ball thanks the guy, and makes his way out there. He sees Grime sitting on his bike, eating a Big Mac.
Q-Ball: There you are...
Grime looks over as he's stuffing his face. He grabs a large drink off the seat of the bike and takes a big sip. He looks over at Q-Ball.
Grime: Were you expecting Britney Spears?
Q-Ball shakes his head. He looks a bit uneasy and Grime begins to noticed.
Grime: Looks to me like you fared pretty well against Dark Prince. I didn't see the match, though.
Q-Ball shrugs. Grime knows it has nothing to do with the match now.
Grime: You look a bit on edge, man. What's the deal?
Q-Ball: We've been through a lot. We've been friends for quite a while. I've taught you quite a bit. If there's one thing you should have retained, it's pride of your work and your workplace.
He raises his arm, holding the title belt in his hand, and looks at the gold.
Q-Ball: Having a championship belt means that you matter to a company, that you know what you're doing. You represent who you work for.
He turns to Grime, looking him in his eyes.
Q-Ball: I'm sure you had your reason to abscond this title. And from I've heard, it's because you keep getting booked against nobodies and jobbers.was When I was champ, I had to go up against people who had no reason being in the ring. People like Tyler Hardy and Marcus Johnson, people in NSWA that had no technical style in the ring. Hell, no style at all. But, I was the champ, so I defended against them. That's what a champ does. He doesn't care who is in the ring opposite them, they do whatever is needed to keep the belt.
He holds the belt out to Grime, still staring him in eye.
Q-Ball: So, do yourself a favor, take this belt, go out there tonight, and kick some ass. Do what needs to be done. And in the future, if you want a somebody to defend this title against...
He smirks at Grime.
Q-Ball: I'll take it off your hands. You know I can.
Grime: And what if I don't? What if I drop that damn thing in the urinal, do my business and go out to the ring without it? What if that said company and a certain person decides that Grime is going to be the TV champion around here and that's my career?
Grime pushes the title away.
Grime: I'll tell you why I dropped that thing. Because I know what I am about. And...you need to realize this isn't the NSWA. This is a whole different show. It's not like the respect there had been there. It's a new time, Q. Unfortunately, things have changed with the time. Now if you look at all these companies of this industry there is a huge problem going on. I'm not falling into that bullshit.
Grime starts to walk away but Q-Ball grabs his shoulder.
Q-Ball arches an eyebrow.
Q-Ball: I know this isn't the NSWA. Nor is it the ICW or BWA. But, the company name doesn't matter. The ring is what matters. The companies will change, but the people themselves are always the same.
He ponders for a moment.
Q-Ball: If you believe that the WCF has a problem, be the solution... And I might know someone who can help.
Grime turns back around to Q-Ball.
Grime: Look, Q. I appreciate everything you've done. But, whether you think that the WCF people are always the same regardless of the company. Look around. Open your eyes. You know that we have more heart and brain power than that entire locker room. Be the solution? Fine. But I don't need that damn title to be a solution to the problem around here.
Grime steps forward.
Grime: And if you think you know someone that can help with this bullshit going on, then by all means make the call. But I'll tell you this much, from this point on...either you're with me or you're against me. But you can take that back to Seth or throw it in the trash where it belongs.
Q-Ball nods, his lips pursed in thought.
Q-Ball: Fine. I told Seth you're your own man and you'll do what you want. He also told me that if you want to continue working in the WCF, you are to take this title, and defend it tonight with all you've got. If he even thinks you're slacking... He's going to fire you.
He stands there, letting that statement sink in.
Grime: What’d I tell you, Q? You already know there is a problem. From what I remember, that’s not something you tolerate.
Grime takes the title from Q-Ball. Q-Ball clenches his jaw and looks away from Grime and nods.
Grime: If you’re with me, make that call.
Grime notices that there is a piece of paper that fell to the ground. Grime picks it up. He looks at it. Looks at Q-Ball with confusion in his eyes. Q-Ball smiles.
Q-Ball: Don’t say I told you anything. You wouldn’t be lying.
Grime: Are you--?
Q-Ball: Just call that number, kid. I’ll make a phone call of my own.
Q-Ball pats Grime on the shoulder and Grime stands there with the paper in his hand, the TV title over his shoulder. Q-Ball walks off and Grime goes for his phone.
Zach Davis: Our next match is about to get underway.
Gravedigger: Already in the ring is Sean Shaddix and Samael.
The house lights dim, as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers. Lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed arena.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes The Chrono-Rippers.
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!!
Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd, as the crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Fog slowly rolls out. Strobes proceed to flash. Johnny Reb and Oblivion slowly move low to the entrance stage, almost to the point where it looks as if they are creep-crawling. Their bodies are rocking to the music. Their heads bob to the thumping music. Oblivion's facial paint is black and white flames, that blends into each other, without any lines. The paint is crisp, but the surrounding edges are blurred. Oblivion's eyes are outlined with red.
Dark Johnny Reb facial paint is designed as the Confederate Flag. Paint is also crisp, but the outer edges are blurred and looked unfinished.
Zach Davis: Who would of thought about Johnny Reb, even besides his attitude change, Oblivion and him jelling well together like this!!
Gravedigger: Yea!! Even with their bad ass new look. Any team could be facing a bulldozer and buzzsaw when they go up against The Chrono-Rippers.
The fog continues to roll out thick. The bodies of The Chrono-Rippers can be seen in the fog. They slowly stand up with wicked and serious stares on their faces, as they look around the United Center. Several mixtures of very explosive boos and cheers goes up from the crowd.
Zach Davis: These Chrono-Rippers can conjure up a reaction from these WCF fans.
Gravedigger: From the sounds of it, the United Center seems to be split 50-50.
As Dark Johnny Reb and Oblivion walk down the ramp, the cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb sneer at the camera. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Some of the nearby crowd continue to rock out, as The Chrono-Rippers proceed to walk down the entrance ramp. Their focus is only on those in the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... with a combined weight of 517 pounds... this is The Monster Oblivion and The Inveterate Confederate Johnny Reb..... THE CHRONO-RIIIIIPEEEEEERRRRSS!!
Oblivion and Johnny Reb circle the ring staring daggers at Sean Shaddix and Samael. Johnny eschews the steps completely, leaping onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Oblivion enters the ring, walks to another corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Both Oblivion and Johnny Reb extend out their arms. The crowd reacts with a mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb and Oblivion look better with each time we see them!!
Gravedigger: The Gatecrasher are in trouble tonight!!
Freddy Whoa: They DO look great with their new face paint!!
Gravedigger: Who would of thunk it!! Johnny Eb and Oblivion as a decent, maybe even a great tag team.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa just looks at Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: WHAT?! When to develop a new tag team, friendship IS magic.
Zach Davis silently mouths the word MAGIC, while looking confused at Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: WHAT?! Say it, Freddy!! Whatever it is, just say it!!
Zach Davis: You're being nice and giving compliments.
Gravedigger: I'm right!! It took an act of ultimate evil that brought these two former mortal enemies together.
Zach Davis: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: HEY!! That's MY line!!
Zach Davis: The Gatecrashers should be very VERY afraid!!
Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion jump down into the ring.
Gravedigger just looks over at Zach Davis and shakes his head.
Zach Davis: What?!
Gravedigger: Speaking. You're such a hypocrite!! I give the facts. You, on the other hand, is such a kiss-ass. You probably wash the feet of The Chrono-Rippers.
Zach Davis: No, I don't!! I hear that Hank Brown does that kind of thing.
Gravedigger: I get that feeling.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Gravedigger: I bet, behind the scenes and away from WCF... I bet <snicker> I bet you're a secret Brony
Zach Davis: WHAT?! Wait....
By this time, Freddy Whoa is completely laughing out loud and laughing his ass off!!
Gravedigger: Twilight Sparkle.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Both Oblivion and Johnny Reb charge at both Sean Shaddix and Sameal.
Gravedigger: No... no....
Now, Gravedigger still trying to give that professional vibe, begins to laugh and snicker.
Gravedigger: NO!! You're Pinkie Pie!!!
Freddy Whoa is now an hysterical mess.
Zach Davis: The Chrono-Rippers charge The Gatecrashers, before the bell!!
Gravedigger: There's the bell.
Oblivion and Johnny Reb knock down their opponents, sending them crashing down to the mat and into the corner turnbuckles. Sean Shaddix is knocked by Johnny Reb.
Zach Davis: Samael is thrown over the top rope and hits the ring apron before flopping down to the ringside mats.
Oblivion tosses Sean Shaddix across the ring. Shaddix bounces off the ropes right in a waiting Oblivion.
Gravedigger: The Monster picks up Shaddix, bends him backwards....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Dark Reb flies!!!
Reb lands with a flying legdrop!!
Zach Davis: CHRONOMATIC!!
Gravedigger: Stanley Moser has lost control of this match!! ALREADY!!
Zach Davis: He sure has.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Samael enters the ring grabbing the foot of Johnny Reb.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb smashes the right hand of Samael with his boot!!
Sameal enters the ring through the ropes.
Gravedigger: What's Johnny Reb doing?
Oblivion grabs Sean Shaddix...
Zach Davis: A THUNDEROUS GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Gravedigger looks at Zach Davis
Zach Davis: What the hell are you talking about?!
Gravedigger: Sameal climbs into the ring, shaking his right hand, after Dark Johnny Reb slams his right boot across that hand.
Samael is in between the top and middle ring rope. Johnny Reb is already perched on the top turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: corkscrew splash across the neck and back of Samael.
Samael collapses across the middle ringrop before falling into the ring.
Zach Davis: Stanley Moser needs to gain control in this match-up/
Gravedigger: I told everyone that this team was gonna be the team to watch!! This should open the eyes of Kaz Mazy and Cairo.
Johnny Reb drops an elbow on Samael.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb is grabbing the referee. Oblivion looks over and pulls something out of his shorts.
Zach Davis: You see that?
Gravedigger: FLUTTERSHY!! Mo.
The camera is panned towards the direction of Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: Wait..... WHAT?!
Zach Davis is wearing black leather and has a riding crop in his mouth.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like a pair of brassknuckles.
Gravedigger: WHAT THE FU-.... What do you have in your mouth Davis?
Zach Davis sounds off as if he got caught doing something wrong.
Zach Davis: Oh, this?
Zach puts the leather and the riding crop away.
Zach Davis: That's nothing nevermind.
Gravedigger and Freddy Whoa are losing their minds, laughing so hard/ Gravedigger coughs.
Gravedigger: Okay, serious. Oh my God, that was funny!!
POUND!! POUND!! POUND!! POUND!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is smashing IT's massive fists with the brass knuckles across the skull of Sean Shaddix.
Blood begins to trickle down the face of Sean Shaddix. Stanley Moser turns around as Oblivion grabs the mouth of Shaddix and proceeds to stretch out the mouth, while smashing IT's fist across the mouth.
Freddy Whoa: Sean Shaddix is a complete bloody mess!! His head is lacerated and mouth is busted up.
Johnny Reb grabs Samael and throws him into the referee....
Gravedigger: Great, all this match needed was no officials.
Oblivion throws Shaddix into the ropes, Shaddix bounces off the ropes. The Monster catches Shaddix and picks him up for a suplex.
The crowd: TWO... THREE.... FOUR.... FIVE.....
Zach Davis: Hanging suplex....
Johnny Reb flies off the top turnbuckle....
Gravedigger: FLYING DDT!!
Zach Davis: hate to say this. With all the hype, of this match. The Chrono-Rippers are completely taking over this match.
As Johnny Reb stands up. Samaeal comes out of nowhere...
Zach Davis: Boot to the mid-section...
Freddy Whoa: POWERBOMB!!
Oblivion picks up the big man....
Zach Davis: Samael is thrown out of the ring, again.
The Chrono-Rippers concentrate on Sean Shaddix...
Freddy Whoa: A left jab by Sean Shaddix in the mid-section of Oblivion...
Reb picks up Shaddix. The Chrono-Ripper look at each other.
Zach Davis: What are they up to?
Gravedigger: YES!! DOUBLE BLUE HAZE MIST!!
Stanley Moser slowly gets up, as he watches both Chrono-Rippers.
Zach Davis: A completely lacerated Sean Shaddix has been dumped over the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Everyone watch out!!
The Chroho-Rippers leave the ring. The crowd boos and cheers loudly. Once they step onto the ringside mats, Oblivion and Johnny Reb looks at the crowd turns around and they....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: OH..... MY......
The crowd: YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!!
The Chrono-Rippers moons both Sean Shaddix and Samael, who are wobbly on their feet. Oblivion nods to Johnny Reb....
The crowd roars out a massive cheer.
Zach Davis: DOUBLE SUPER KICK!!
Freddy Whoa: This is very peculiar crowd here in Chicago. They are cheering for The Chrono-Rippers
Gravedigger: We NEED to see a replay on this, again!!
The replay show The Chrono-Rippers bouncing back, in slow motion and nailing both Sean Shaddix and Samael with superkicks. Both heads, of The Gatecrashers snap back. They fall down very slowly, crashing down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Sean Shaddix and throws him into the ring.
Oblivion picks up Sean Shaddix.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like an airplane spin coming.
Gravedigger: WHEN DOES THE MONSTER EVER DO THE AIRPLANE SPIN?! Oblivion is setting Sean Shaddix up for the 5150.
Zach Davis: Your BOTH wrong!!
Oblivion DOES set up Shaddix for the 5150... The Monster knocks the legs off IT's own MASSIVE shoulders. Shaddix spins around....
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb flies off the top turnbuckle....
Gravedigger: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!!!
Oblivion nails Sean Shaddix with a 5150, as Reb lands with a twisting senton , crashing against Sean Shaddix. Shaddix falls, crashes down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb makes the cover.
Stanley Moser slides into position. Oblivion comes over and press down on Johnny Reb's back....
Freddy Whoa: Double pin!! They're makins sure Sean Shaddix stays down.
The crowd erupts and screams out...
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Kyle Steel: THE WINNERS, OF THE MATCH... THE CHROOOOOOOOOOONOOOOOO-RIPPEEEEEEEEEEERS!!
Zach Davis: Total domination by The Chrono-Rippers!!
Freddy Whoa: The Hotdog Kings better watch out!!
Gravedigger: NO!! The Boondock Saints are the ones that need to watch out!!
Zach Davis: Nuff said there!!
Several workers backstage are milling about in the catering section backstage, as Joey Flash walks up to the table and starts grabbing random deli lunch meat and rolls. He darts in and out of line cherry-picking from the table, much to the chagrin of the others trying to retrieve food.
All of a sudden, Joey starts putting the deli meat on his face. He sticks his tongue out, forcing it through a few layers of meat. Some people chuckle at the absurdity of the spectacle, but most people just walk around him. Joey then starts ripping out pieces of sandwich buns, and hangs them over his ears, with the meat still on his face, as more laughter is brought forth, as he proudly points to himself and proclaims...
Joey Flash: People be callin' me a meathead, but NOW I'm a fuckin' meathead! Eh? EH?
With all the meat on his face, it is hard for Joey to see. He bumps into a person, to which he shoves them back, only to find himself going backwards as he shoves off of whoever it is he bumped. Joey Flash pulls the meat off of his face, to reveal that he has bumped into all 6'9" and 409 pounds of Mod Deuce. Joey then says...
Joey Flash: What's your fuckin' problem, Tubby?
Mod Deuce: Tubby? Dude, watch where the fuck you're going, eh? And who the fuck are you to be talking to me like that?
Joey Flash: Mo' Fucka? I'm Joey fuckin' Flash, and I'll end your lumpy ass like that! Just ask that Gonzo Murdock what it feels like to be ended by Joey fuckin' Flash.
Mod Deuce: You don't say! I think I will ask him... YO, GONZO!!!
Joey looks over his shoulder, to see Gonzo coming into catering with a keg of beer over his shoulder as he looks over at the two of them. Joey's face drops the moment he sees Gonzo, as he rips the deli meat off of his face, and bolts from catering, knocking over two caterers who were carrying a bowl full of punch into the area, spilling it all over the place, to include himself, and drawing further attention to himself. Everyone laughs at the spectacle, as a furious Joey says...
Joey Flash: Don't you be fuckin' laughing at me, bitches!
The laughter not only continues, but also gets much louder, as Joey turns and says...
Joey Flash: Y'ALL ARE JUST A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES!!! FUCK Y'ALL RIGHT IN THE DUCK-ASS!!!
Joey Flash storms off/runs away, as Gonzo sets down the beer keg and walks up to Mod, saying...
Gonzo Murdock: Dude, what's his problem?
Mod Deuce: I don't know, but I assume that's Joey Flash. He was talking about how he "finished" you before he ran off like a goon.
Gonzo Murdock: Funny. For a guy who "finished" me, he was definitely in a hurry to leave. Guess he's not up for an encore right now?
Mod Deuce: Yeah. Definitely a Vagina McVagina, in my book...
Gonzo Murdock: Vagina McVagina... Interesting... So are you ready to tap this keg or what?
Kyle Steel: The following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH. Introducing first… GEMINI BATTLE!
"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. A Duo of tattooed men burst through and take a look around. When they think the coast is clear they open the curtain and Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd.
He looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the jeers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: He’s been impressive as of late, and he’s looking for a win here tonight.
Gravedigger: Impressive and dangerous.
Kyle Steel: His opponent… JOEY FLASH!
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
Kyle Steel: Introducing… The Blue Water Kings!
A Local Jazz group stands at the entrance ramp and they start playin ‘a tune. A figure in the shadows lifts a microphone begins to sing.
Singer: Come on, oh baby don’t you want to go
The singer reveals himself and it’s Thomas Bates!
Thomas Bates: Let’s hear it for the Blue Water Kings playing Sweet Home Chicago!
He relinquishes the microphone and hands it to another man who continues singing as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. He slaps the hands of the fans in adulation and backs into a group of people shredding a wicked air guitar solo.
The crowd goes nuts!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He’s actually got a pretty good voice.
Bates makes his way to the ring playing air guitar the rest of the way down. He leaps onto the apron and steps over the top rope and the song completes as he enters the ring.
Bates, Battle and Flash stand in three corners of the ring as the referee stands bravely in between the three vicious men. Battle taunts Bates by pretending to ride a motorcycle in a circle as Bates simply shakes his head, keeping it on a swivel between Flash and Battle. Flash stands by and watches the two men with history make eyes at each other, waiting for his perfect time to strike.
Gravedigger: These are three of the top rising stars in this company. We’re in for a helluva match tonight Folks.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Gemini takes a few steps towards bates and spits across the ring at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. Bates looks down and looks at Gemini before charging towards him with great speed. Gemini slides out from under the bottom rope causing Bates to lean over the ropes swinging wildly down towards the demented man.
Gravedigger: That’s a smart move by Gemini, playing mind games with his opponent. He can’t match him in strength so he’s going to have to out-smart him.
Zach Davis: Here comes Flash!
Joey Flash runs across the ring and delivers a knee to the back of Bates. Bates turns around, shrugging off the attach and slowly makes his way towards Flash who back away with his hands up.
Battle slides form underneath the bottom rope and Stalks Bates. He charges towards him but Bates turns around quickly grabbing Gemini by the throat and easily lifting him high into the air. Gemini chops at Bates’ arms to no avail. Flash seizes the opportunity and chop blocks the big man from behind sending him down to his knees and causing him to drop Battle. Battle then delivers a hard kick to the head to Bates sending him down to the mat.
Zach Davis: They’re teaming up on the big man.
Gemini goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!!
Bates powers both men off of him sending Flash between the top and second ropes and Gemini between the middle and bottom ropes outside the ring.
Zach Davis: What an amazing show of strength by Thomas Bates. After a chop block and a kick to the head that would have made a lesser man concussed he is able to muster up the strength to push near 500 lbs of man meat up and out of the ring.
Gemini and Flash slowly get to their feet outside the ring as Bates does so inside the ring. Flash and Battle look at each other. You can barely hear their voices over the sound of the crowds.
Gemini: You go, I’ll follow.
Joey Flash: Nice try, clown! You go first.
Thomas Bates: Both of you come!
Bates reaches over the top rope and grabs both men by the head and lifts them easily onto the apron.
Zach Davis: Another amazing show of strength by the man appropriately dubbed Mountain.
Both Flash and Battle grab Bates by the massive hand that is crushing their heads and they both simultaneously drop to the floor causing Bates to get clotheslines over the top rope. He stumbles backwards dazed as Flash quickly slides into the ring. He runs forward and delivers a dropkick to the man sending him back even more.
Gemini slides in the ring behind Flash and delivers a dropkick of his own and sends Bates back towards the ropes. Gemini and Flash then stare at each other and both run full speed towards Bates with a double clothesline sending him over the top rope and hard to the concrete below leaving Battle and Flash alone in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: These two bitches just made an unlikely alliance.
Gravedigger: These two men both want to win this match, and they knew that they needed to work together to get the big man out, but I wouldn’t be surprised if their comradery ended there.
Gemini quickly delivers a thumb to the eyes of Flash before putting him in a front head lock. Flash goes to push Gemini off into the ropes but he holds on and drops to his knees bringing Flash down with him. Flash powers his way back to his feet and delivers an elbow to the midsection of Battle. Then another. Then he pushes Gemini off into the ropes. When they meet in the center Gemini hits Flash with a shoulder block and knocks Flash to his feet.
Gravedigger: Gemini trying to regain composure and the tempo of the match. But that’s the thing with triple threat matches. Just when you think one guy is gone… another appears.
Gemini shakes the cobwebs out and walks backwards. He bumps into something and his eyes open wide. He slowly turns around and is met by the towering figure of Thomas Bates. Gemini puts his hands up then sends a thumb into the mountain’s eye. Bates lunges towards Battle but Gemini runs away. He runs around the ring and then is met by Joey Flash who gives a quick jab to the face of Battle.
Battle runs the other way. Flash follows in hot pursuit. Gemini turns the corner and Flash is right on his heels. Gemini eventually reaches Thomas Bates who lifts his massive arm up for a clothesline. Battle ducks underneath the clothesline but Flash, right on his heels, isn’t lucky enough and takes a huge arm to the chest and does a 360 as he lands hard on the floor below.
Bates shakes his head in disappointment. Meanwhile Gemini climbs up the ring apron. He runs across and delivers a cross body drop to Bates. But the big man Catches Gemini.
Gravedigger: Finally, right where he wants him.
Bates shakes the man like a rag doll before running and smashing his back into the ring post. Then he does it again before rolling him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Gemini rolls and tries to get out of the ring on the other end but the big man is surprisingly quick and catches him before he does so and tosses him into the corner turnbuckles.
Bates pushes Gemini’s head back and gives a ‘shhhh’ to the crowd before delivering a tremendous smack to Gemini’s chest leaving a huge red welt to the ‘OOOOOOHHHHHHH’ of the crowd. Gemini tries to slink awa but Bates never relinquishes his grip. He quiets the crowd again before delivering another thunderous chop that resonates throughout the arena. Gemini drops to the ground holding his chest as the crowd starts to chant.
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME…. ONE MORE TIME!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: ONE MORE TIME!
Zach Davis: That’s some good unbiased commentating there, Freddy.
Bates reaches for Gemini who swats his hand away and rolls out of the way. Bates stalks his prey as Gemini rolls to the other side turnbuckles. He brings himself to his feet and right before Bates reaches him he delivers a dropkick to Bates’ knees sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle. Bates turns around and sits in the corner as the ref checks on him.
Gemini backs up and yells a primal scream as he runs full speed and delivers a dropkick to the chest of Thomas Bates. Bates rolls out towards the middle of the ring and Battle climbs to the top. He looks over his shoulder and delivers a perfectly placed moonsault onto Bates and hooks the leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: That could be it!
Freddy Whoa: 3!!!
Gravedigger: NO! Flash interrupts the pin.
Zach Davis: Let’s take a look at that on instant replay.
The replay shows Gemini climbing to the top rope and delivering a moonsault to Bates. He goes for the pin and the referee drops down. Meanwhile Flash climbs up onto the apron and propels himself using the top rope and delivers a leg drop to the back of Gemini’s head.
Gravedigger: What a move by Flash to save this match. And now he’s tossing Gemini out of the ring and focusing on the big man. If he wants to win he wants to win big.
Flash tosses Gemini through the top and middle ropes onto the floor outside. Then he goes for a cover of his own.
Gravedigger: He didn’t kick out as forcefully as earlier, but he’s still alive.
Flash drops down and puts Bates in a front face lock. He keeps his weight on the man’s neck causing even the much stronger of the two be succumb to his will. Flash swings his legs up, applying pressure to the head and dropping back.
Zach Davis: Tell us about this move, Digger.
Gravedigger: It’s a front face lock. He’s restricting air to Bates and when he jumps in the air not only is he restricting air flow but he’s putting pressure on the neck that wants to go one way but is being forced in the other. It’s a great wear down move and it seems to be working.
Flash swings his legs up one more time and then drops again. Bates is moving slower and slower. He then swings his body expertly around and grabs Bates by the arm, locking in a painful looking armbar that immediately wakes the big man up and causes him to scream in pain.
Zach Davis: Flash calls that pain is love.
Freddy Whoa: Don’t worry Bates, it’s a sign of affection!
Bates reaches towards the ropes but it’s out of his reach. He smacks his giants fist into the ring causing a small indent into the canvas, grips it with his fingers and pulls himself closer to the ropes. Flash locks it in tighter causing the man to stop stretching.
Gravedigger: He’s gotta reach the ropes or he’s not gonna make it. Flash looks like he’s gonna break his arm.
Bates reaches out again to no avail.
Zach Davis: Flash is an expert in that ring, he placed the arm bar on in the center of the ring and Bates can’t get out.
Bates chooses a different course of action. He tries to get to his feet. Flash sinks the arm bar in deeper but Bates fights through the pain and gets to his knees. Flash sinks it in even tighter but Bates still gets to his Feet. Flash is now hanging like a child on Bates’ arm as Bats swings his arm around wildly.
Flash lets go and lands softly on his feet. Bates rushes towards flash and delivers a clothesline sending the man down. Flash gets up quickly just to be met with another clothesline. Then one more time he rushes with a clothesline but this time Flash ducks underneath. When Bates turns around Flash delivers a wicked right hand to the side of Bates’ head sending him reeling.
Zach Davis: That’s the Sudden Flash! And he hits him with another one. The big man is reeling.
Flash hits him with a third expertly placed punch sending Bates to his knees.
Suddenly out of nowhere Gemini Battle comes in and dropkicks Flash from behind sending him out of the ring. He then grabs the dazed Bates in a reverse headlock and delivers a modified version of his finisher. He drops the back of Bates’ head onto the point of his knee…
Zach Davis: GOD’S PARADOX!
…and quickly covers the big man.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE F…
Gravedigger: Don’t you mean ‘WHOA!’ How’d he kick out after that beating?
Gemini is yelling and screaming at the referee.
Zach Davis: Bates is still out on the ground. That kick out was purely instinctual. Who knows if he has another one in him?
Gemini turns around and starts stomping on Bates. The referee pulls him off but Gemini throws the referee out of the way and continues stomping on the downed body of Thomas Bates. The referee intervenes again and again Gemini gets physical with the referee and tosses him aside before dropping to a knee and delivering mounted punches on the downed man.
Gemini is lifted up off of Bates and turns around expecting to push the ref out of the way but is met by Joey Flash who swings a right hand towards Gemini knocking him perfectly in the temple knocking him to the ground.
Flash looks down at his two opponents. Gemini starts reeling but Bates is still out. Flash goes for Gemini and brings him to his feet. Gemini pushes Flash who falls back and trips over Bates’ prone body and out of the ring. Gemini looks over and Flash seems to have landed awkwardly. Gemini smiles but then has a face of shock.
Zach Davis: THE MEMPHIS GIANT SLAM!
Bates falls onto his opponent and hooks the leg.
Gravedigger: He did it! It was pretty much a handicapped match and he overcame it and won.
Zach Davis: If you didn’t think he was serious before, you certainly do now!
Freddy Whoa: I’ve got one word for that match… Adequate!
Sweet Home Chicago plays as Bates plays to the crowd. Joey Flash swipes his hands toward the men in the ring and walks down the entrance ramp furiously. Battle gets to his feet and meets Bates face to face in the center of the ring.
The two men look at each other, one the victor, one the victim, both with their short history here in the WCF. Bates reaches out a hand for a shake. Gemini looks down at the massive hand before sliding out of the ring without returning the gesture. He walks backwards down the entrance ramp nodding at his adversary, his personal show of respect.
We open on the door of the locker room of Joey Flash, where the 'Pound for Pound #1' has returned, with the picture of a large crown beneath it. Inside the dressing room, we hear a couple of voices and they seem to be bidding each other goodbye. The door creaks open and we hear two voices.
Man #1: ...the ball is entirely in your court Mr Flash, it would be an honour, no a pleasure...
Man #2: Get the fuck out and let me rest, I said I'd think about it. Now fuck off.
Man #1: Yes, yes, absolutely. Think long, think hard.
Seconds later the door bursts open knocking the cameraman to the ground as we abruptly cut into commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat for the W-C-F Television Championship.
An instrumental variation of “Neuroma” by Fuse blares over the sound system as Jackson “The Fenix” White steps out to the stage. He slowly walks to the ring with his hoody looking down.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Oporto, Portugal, standing at six foot three inches, and weighing in at two hundred and forty-even pounds, he is Jackson “The FEEEEEENNNNNNIIIIIXXXXX” WWWWHHHHHIIIIITTTTEEEE!!!!!
Fenix enters the ring and stretches both arms as he looks up. The corner turnbuckles shoot flames as he continues to look up.
Zach Davis: Here is Jackson “The Fenix” White.
Gravedigger: It’s not him I’m worried about. Grime has made it clear that he no longer cares about the title. I don’t even think he’ll show up.
Freddy Whoa: But if he doesn’t, then Seth will fire him!
Gravedigger: I don’t think he cares.
The lights in the arena go out as “Get Born Again” by Alice in Chains blares over the sound system, drowning out the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as “lightning” begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago, is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd, and ignores their requests for any interaction.
Kyle Steel: Now introducing, from Brooklyn, New York. Standing at six foot for inches, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is a member of the Dark Riders Gang, MIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEYYYYYY EEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTTTTTTRRRREEEEMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!
Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Jackson “The Fenix” White, periodically looking towards the stage.
Zach Davis: We will at least be seeing Jackson White facing off against Mikey eXtreme. This will at least be an interesting match.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, from Denver, Colorado. Standing at six foot three inches and weighing two hundred and seventy pounds. He is the current W-C-F Television Champion GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
The sound of motorcycle engines starts up as the lights go out. “Do you feel that?” is heard as “Down With the Sickness” begins to play. As the lights come back on, Grime comes out with a black towel over his head, and the WCF Television Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He makes his way to the ring, not paying any attention to the fans.
Gravedigger: Well, at least he showed up.
Freddy Whoa: I suppose he didn’t want to lose his job.
Grime walks right past the steps, heading towards the commentator’s table. He grabs a steel chair from ringside, and approaches the table. He begins saying a few words not quite picked up by the microphones. Gravedigger stands up, but is instantly struck down with a chair shot to the head by Grime.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!! Grime has just struck Gravedigger with the chair!
Zach Davis: Can we get some medical personnel out here? He’s bleeding badly.
Grime walks around the ring, holding the steel chair. He uses the steps to climb onto the apron, with both Jackson “The Fenix” White and Mikey eXtreme backing away. Grime steps through the ropes and throws his towel at Mikey.
Zach Davis: WCF Medical Personnel has finally arrived, and are checking with Gravedigger now.
Freddy Whoa: Meanwhile in the ring, Grime is getting ready to attack his opponents with a steel chair!
The sounds of several Harley-Davidson motorcycles blares over the sound system, interrupting Grime’s assault. The engines slowly fade out, being replaced by “Call Me the Breeze” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Thomas Uriel Bates steps onto the stage, followed immediately by Charles “Charlie Anderson and Konstantin “Connor” Noskov. Bates is holding a microphone in his hand.
Thomas Bates: Now hold on just a damn minute here.
The trio make their way to the ring, keeping their eyes on Grime.
Thomas Bates: I don’t know what you’re doing here, Grime, but you’re fixin’ to make the biggest mistake of your life. If you think hitting everyone with a steel chair will get you out of your obligation tonight, you best think again.
Bates begins climbing the stairs as Charlie and Connor move to opposite sides of the ring.
Thomas Bates: You see, Mikey’s one of us. When you mess with one of us, then you mess with all of us.
Grime steps forward with the chair over his head, trying to hit Bates.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!!
Thomas Bates catches the chair and pulls it away from Grime, throwing the chair halfway up the ramp.
Thomas Bates: I don’t think so.
At that moment, Mikey eXtreme taps Grime on the shoulder. When Grime turns around, Mikey hits him with an elbow to the face, sending Grime into the corner. Bates simply smiles, and steps down from the ring. Bates stands at the ramp, while Connor and Charlie walk towards the commentator’s table just as Gravedigger is walking out with the support of the medical personnel. Freakshow joins the duo at the table, just Charlie puts on headphones and sit down. Connor and Freaksshow just stand behind the commentators.
Zach Davis: Um... apparently we’re being joined here by the Dark Riders Gang, Charles “Charlie” Anderson, and Konstantin “Connor” Charlie.
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Uriel Bates, the ringleader of this outfit, is currently standing at the ramp.
Zach Davis: He must be there to make sure that Grime doesn’t just simply try to walk out.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: That’s right. We figured, with that news report sent out by Grime earlier this week, that we would stop by and make sure the match happened according to plan.
Fenix and Mikey send Grime across the ring with an Irish Whip, when he returns; Fenix hits him with a crossbody. Mikey follows through with a kick to Grime’s head, but Grime catches his leg instead, sending him down and applying an ankle lock. He quickly breaks the ankle lock, and moves up to attack Fenix. Fenix is ready, and kicks Grime in the gut. Mikey comes forward, and grabs the back of Grime as Fenix begins to deliver a series of punches and kicks.
Zach Davis: Grime in serious trouble here.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Grime has been in serious trouble every since trying to vacate the title.
Just as Fenix is about to deliver a haymaker, Grime ducks, causing the powerful punch to hit Mikey instead. Grime bounces off the ropes, and delivers a powerful double clothesline to both of his opponents.
Freddy Whoa: Grime is getting momentum.
Grime moves towards Mikey, and grabs him by the back of the head, picking him up. He sends Mikey to the turnbuckle with a hard Irish Whip, and moves in towards Fenix, who is crawling towards the ropes. He soccer kicks Fenix hard in the ribs, causing him to roll out of the ring. Grime turns to face Mikey, but is met with a missile dropkick from the top rope.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Mikey is coming back!
Freddy Whoa: Grime goes down hard!
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: That’s right, Connor. Come on, Mikey. Pin him!
Mikey goes for the cover as Fenix is pulling himself back up onto the apron.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Ah, damn.
You can hear Connor hit the announcers table with his fist.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Settle down, comrade.
Freddy Whoa: Fenix broke up that pin at the last second springboard leg drop across the back of Mikey’s head.
Fenix grabs Mikey and hitting him with a flurry of hard right hands, mixing in a left jab here and there. Grime is struggling to get to his feet as Fenix hits Mikey with a standing drop kick. Mikey stumbling backward hits the corner and slumps down. Grime goes back and leans against the ropes. He looks at Bates and flips him off. He turns his attention back to the match finding Fenix coming his way. As the referee is looking at Mikey, using the ropes for support, Grime lifts up a leg and connects with a big boot to Fenix’s face.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Oh! Fenix felt that!
Zach Davis: You’re telling me! Grime having quite a night being beat down and giving a beat down. Grime definitely has the power advantage here. But how far can his toughness really go?
Grime is bent over in pain. Fenix is rolling slowly toward the ropes as he holds his face. Mikey is slowly pushing back up to his feet.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: This is a good match. These fellas just don’t want to give up? Grime having been forced into defending the WCF Television Title and his job really is on the line here.
There is a pause in commentary.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: You’re right, Connor. Seth made that very clear earlier on.
Zach Davis: We’re back to where this match began. These three men are once again sizing each other up, looking for an opening.
At this point Fenix and Mikey both go after Grime and start pummeling away on him. Grime drops to one knee and pushes back up to his feet regaining his balance. The two back Grime up into the corner and start taking their turn hitting Grime with various combinations.
Freddy Whoa: Knife edge chop from Fenix!
Zach Davis: Solid kick to the sternum from Mikey!
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Stop messing around, Mikey. Don’t forget you gotta deal with Fenix.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger is being helped to his feet and medical staff is taking Gravedigger back. Likely to get stitched up. Knowing Gravedigger he’ll be returning with us shortly.
Zach Davis: Yeah, well I think the tough ol’ fella will be back to do some work tonight announcing the matches later. But he needs to get that cut looked at.
After another kick from Mikey to Grime and another series of knife edge chops, Fenix and Mikey start exchanging on each other. Grime looking worked over in the corner has sunk to one knee holding his chest.
Zach Davis: Oh! Mikey with a rake to the eyes! He runs to the ropes!
Mikey comes off the ropes only into a clothesline from Fenix. Fenix goes straight up onto the top turnbuckle. He looks up with his arms stretched out.
Freddy Whoa: Grime is on his feet, Fenix better look out!
Mikey gets to his feet and Fenix takes off from the top rope, but rather than going for Mikey he jumps toward Grime to hit a missile drop kick. Grime batting it out of the way.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Fenix took too much time there.
Zach Davis: Oh! Mikey Extreme! X-MARKS THE SPOT TO GRIME!!!
Grime falls to the mat with his arms straight out to the sides and his legs sprawled out as if he were about to do a snow angel.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Cover him!
Mikey goes for the cover, but before the referee can even get to one Fenix pulls Mikey’s leg and pulls him off Grime. Fenix goes for the cover. Mikey does the same.
Freddy Whoa: That’s what happens in three ways. Regardless how much you dislike the other guy you don’t want the other guy to score the victory.
Zach Davis: LOW BLOW!!! Fenix dropped to his knees and hit Mikey with a low blow! It was too fast for Mikey to even see it coming!
Freddy Whoa: Oh man, his marbles hurt!
Fenix points up to the sky. He then grabs Mikey around the head and pulls him to his feet. He puts Mikey into a DDT lock and lifts.
Zach Davis: DESTROYER!!! FENIX HITS DESTROYER!!!
Fenix goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: NO!!!
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Oh, man. Thank your lucky stars, Mikey!
Freddy Whoa: Grime just merely rolled over and pushed Fenix enough to break the pin up!
Fenix gets to his feet and grabs Grime. Grime grabs Fenix’s arms and throws them off and kicks Fenix in the midsection hard. It looked too close to call to be a low blow, but with Fenix’s back toward the referee he can’t tell. He motions a warning to Grime to keep it clean. Grime raises his hand like he’s about to swat the referee. Bates takes a few steps toward the ring. Grime looks at him again and spits toward him this time. Bates watches the spit as it hits the ground. He looks up at Grime and starts nodding.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Yeah, work on your aim next time, Grime.
Grime turns around and goes after Mikey. He grabs Mikey by the beard and pulls the man up. The ref tells Grime to let go and begins to count as Grime pulls Mikey around toying with him.
Grime lets go. Fenix jumps on Grime’s back and attempts to put him in a sleeper hold, but Mikey hits an enzurguiri that causes Fenix and Grime’s heads to collide. Fenix hits the mat receiving the majority of the impact and Grime goes down to a knee. Mikey runs to the ropes and Grime is ready for it. He charges close behind Mikey and as Mikey hits the ropes he turns into a kitchen sink from Grime.
Zach Davis: Oh that looked like it wasn’t meant to hit Mikey that way!
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Oh, Grime knows. That was meant to be a cheap shot.
Freddy Whoa: Kitchen sink low blow variety. Mikey is going to need some ice before the night is over.
Mikey crawls over to the corner in pain. Grime follows and as Mikey turns around to sit facing forward Grime hits Mikey square in the nose with a knee. Mikey holds his nose as Grime turns around and finds Fenix getting back up. Grime walks toward him and hits Fenix with a double axe handle across the back.
Grime whips Fenix into the corner where Mikey is. He walks over. Fenix’s ass his just above Mikey’s head. Fenix goes to kick Grime, Grime catches his foot and throws it down, hitting Mikey in the groin with Fenix’s heel. Grime starts going crazy with the Wheels of Pain on Fenix.
Zach Davis: Wheels of Pain in the corner!
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Oh, great. Mikey has nowhere to go. Connor you may need to get the dear boy some ice for those.
Freddy Whoa: European Upper cut to Fenix!
Grime starts pulling Fenix out of the corner but then shoves him down so that he’s got Mikey still pinned in the corner.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Push ‘em off ya, Mikey!
Grime backs up to the center of the ring and charges. He hits a baseball slide straight into Fenix’s groin. Mikey feels part of the impact and Fenix whips his head backward like a headbutt in pain that hits Mikey in the nose. Grime looks over at DRG at the announcers table, flipping them off and grabs Fenix around the head and tosses him outside the ring. He then pulls Mikey to his feet. He throws Mikey to the ropes, Mikey bounces off Grime hits Mikey with a spear.
Zach Davis: WRECKED!!! GRIME HITS IT!!!
Grime goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: And Grime continues to reign as the WCF TV Champion.
The new music for Grime begins as “The Black Ones” by Abdullah hits the PA system.
Kyle Steel: Winner of this match as result of a pinfall and STILL WCF TV CHAMPION!!! GRIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMEEEEE!!!
Grime gets up to his feet and looks over at Bates who has climbed up onto the apron.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Excuse us, gents.
Charlie, Connor, and Freakshow get out in front of the announcers table. Mikey Extreme is rolling out of the ring toward them. Bates and Grime are facing one another. Grime is handed the TV title as he grabs it from the referee and pushes the ref away. He raises his arms and Bates motions the belt being around his own waist and points toward Grime. Grime holds the title in his hands and spits on it. He turns his back on him. He looks over at Mikey and holds his own groin and then points at Mikey laughing.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting. Grime just spit on the WCF TV title.
Freddy Whoa: What a bastard! That’s WCF property!
Grime turns back to Bates and puts the title over his shoulder. He mimics with his fists holding something and then breaks the invisible object in his hands. He points to Bates and Bates looks like he’s doing everything in his power not to go after Grime right there. As the rest of DRG make their way back around to him, Bates drops down from the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Bates! Why don’t you just put Grime out of his misery?!?!
At that moment…
‘IT’S BRITTANY BITCH’
Hits the speakers as “Gimme More” by Britney Spears begins to play. You don’t hear the lyrics of the song as Brittany Near from Q-Ball’s gym begins making her way out to the ring. She has a roll of red tape and passes DRG on the right side as they are leaving. They watch what she is doing. Fenix also making his way to the back turns around and watches as Grime holds the ropes open for her as she gets to ringside.
Zach Davis: Who is this?!?!
Freddy Whoa: Well, she must be Brittany. That’s all I get from this entrance. What is she doing here?
Brittany steps through the ring ropes Grime is still holding for her. She shows Grime the red tape and takes a thin strand off and covers the WCF logo. She takes off another strip and tapes over the WCF logo once more making an ‘X’. Grime looks up at DRG and Fenix and holds up the title showing them the red ‘X’ over the WCF logo. “The Black Ones” by Abdullah hits the speakers again as Grime and Brittany begin to leave the ring.
Zach Davis: What the hell does this mean?
Occulo stands with great anticipation surging through his veins feeling the crowd’s excitement as the preceding match comes to an end. He peeks through the curtain and smiles at the capacity crowd. He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Joey Flash standing there with a bottle of cola in his hand. Occulo politely smiles
Occulo: Evening Joey. You good?
Joey downs the drink and shrugs.
Joey: As good as one can be on nights like this. You ready to get your face caved in during ya match?
Occulo: Aren’t I always? You taught me that Joey. Although I plan on stoving in Jay’s long before that happens.
Joey: Good. I’m interested to see how ya do cocksucker. Please don’t let me down, I named my fuckin puppy after you.
Occulo: You named your puppy cocksucker?
Joey: John Mullins III! Cute don’t ya think?
Occulo: I guess. As long as you don’t therefore drown it or put it in 200f for 20 minutes.
Joey recoils at the thought.
Joey: Not at all, it’s a fuckin badass. Don’t let John Mullins III down by gettin ya fuckin ass beat tonight.
Occulo: Okay Joey, you got it.
Occulo notices his introductory video play on the titantron
Occulo: Well here we go. Cup fucking final here I fucking come.
Joey smiles and pats Occulo on the back.
Joey: Boy I really, really hope so. Good luck...friend.
Occulo puts his game face on and shakes his hand as he disappears through the curtain.
The lights flicker and shine at their brightest and the titantron shows a map of the world. As Occulo speaks, we see a timelapse of various attempts at world domination such as the Roman empire, the British empire and Germany’s attempted conquering of Europe amongst others. We also hear a whispered recital of “He’s got the whole world, in his hands” play.
Occulo: What does it mean to have the whole world in your hands? When a great leader awakes and feels a flood of ambition spread across his brain. He looks out of his window at his kingdom, feeling the deadly insatiable thirst to wipe out the horizon and cast it to the sky. The loyal peasants that made him King see the fire in his eyes and fear for the lives of their sons who will be stripped from them and sent to throw spear into the beating hearts of unchartered lands. Great sails emblazoned with his nation’s colours germinate the unknown and then desolation as they approach shores of lands who have never seen anything like it in their centuries old history. Banquet table sized charts and maps are orbited by strategists and scouts planning each and every move.
I have not an army behind me Jay, I am alone in my conquest. My ship has conquered one land and has now reached your shores. Are you ready Jay? Are you ready to be just another nation burned to the ground and desolated out of existence? The whole world is falling, and it’s falling into my hands. I’m circling above and I can see the lights of your towns and cities…
Little Boy…Fat Man…Occulo
The lights shut off and we hear an air raid siren for about ten seconds then silence. A yellow light shines from the rafters revealing Occulo wearing army camouflage colours in the back row. The crowd erupt into cheers as “For the Love of Life” by David Sylvian plays. He starts to make his way through the crowd.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the semi-final of the Trilogy Cup Tournament! Introducing first; from Washington DC…weighing in at 220lbs…he is the United States Champion…Occulo!!
Freddy Whoa: Occulo with another unique entrance and I gotta say it’s good to see him back!
Zach Davis: I really think he’ll struggle in this match. He’s had what, three or four weeks off so I think the ring rust will hurt him
Gravedigger: Good. Little coward.
He enters the ring and the house lights fade on ready for Jay’s entrance.
The arena lights go out, thrusting the crowd into darkness. A few moments of nothing happens, then "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy begins playing. At the first stroke of piano key the 'Tron lights up, showing the centerpiece of the King of Pain Hardcore Championship through a grainy, black-and-white filter. The picture flickers twice - the alternate image being the centerpiece of a custom made United States title belt - then cuts to grainy, black-and-white footage of The Omega Man in action against various opponents, including but not limited to, pinning Dan Van Slade, knocking out Deuce Murdock, and pinning Zombie McMorris. After the third time the lyrics assert that you will "remember me for centuries", the stage lights up with an emerald hue, and the footage on the 'Tron loses the black-and-white filter. Jay Omega bursts out from behind the curtain and into a spotlight; Hardcore Championship secured around his waist. The Omega Man stops at the top of the ramp with his arms spread wide, soaking in the crowd's reaction for a few moments.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he is the WCF Hardcore Champion and the reigning King of Pain... THE OOOMEGAAA MAAAN!
With his arms still spread wide, Omega starts shuffling down the ramp, banking left and right to cross back and forth; slapping hands on either side and making zooming noises as he goes. At the bottom of the ramp Jay banks left, and takes a lap around the ring to slap the hands of those in the front row. As he approaches the announce table, Gravedigger gets wise and ducks, but Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis each take a faceful of Jay's palm. The Omega Man finishes the lap and hops up onto the apron, looking in Occulo's direction, then climbs into the ring and removes his title belt. Omega holds the Hardcore Championship overhead with one hand and turns in a slow circle, patting himself on the back as he does so. Jay finally hands the belt off to the referee and backs into his corner, bouncing on his toes.
Occulo and Jay share thoughtful glances and do small stretches as the referee hands Jay’s hardcore title belt and Occulo’s US title belt to the officials. The ref calls for the bell
Ding Ding Ding!
The crowd get comfortable and chant with great enthusiasm
Crowd: Let’s go Occulo!! Let’s go Occulo!!
Occulo nods and puts both his hands on the ropes. Jay sees this as a first move and goes to lunge towards him, Occulo does the same and they meet in the middle both landing a punch each before standing in wait again in each other’s corners.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t have a clue who got the better of each other in that opening scuffle!
Zach Davis: Stalemate in every sense of the word. Both men know they are absolutely sharp and that outsmarting each other is going to be very difficult
Occulo grins at Jay who responds with an arrogant raise of his eyebrows. They both mutter something to each other and run towards the centre of the ring. Occulo tries to take Jay down but instead is put in a headlock. Occulo manages to lift Jay up, but he flips backwards and lands on his feet. He superkicks thin air as Occulo ducks it and this time manages to get Jay to the mat to the crowd’s jubilation. He lands a couple of jabs to Jay’s face, but is quickly shrugged off and he gets to his feet. Occulo stands also and this time Jay’s superkick connects causing Occulo to stagger back into his corner whilst Jay does the same.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo landed a few punches there but Jay hit him hard with a superkick. Get comfortable folks this is going to be a long, drawn out battle
Zach Davis: Neither man giving an inch. Absolutely blow for blow.
Occulo holds his jaw whilst Jay checks for blood from his nose. Neither man broken or bleeding quite yet. Occulo sarcastically applauds Jay who just shakes his head. Jay runs at Occulo who ducks a clothesline and manages to catch Jay’s head as he swiftly passes him, he then plants him to the mat in a sort of reverse RKO. Occulo hooks Jay’s leg as the ref drops…
Omega manages to land a slap to Occulo’s face and wriggle free. He stands back in his corner as does Occulo, who shakes off the slap. This time Jay sarcastically claps and raises one index finger to Occulo who cannot help but laugh and raise both hands.
Crowd: This is awesome!! This is awesome!!
Freddy Whoa: They are toying with each other here. These are two men who are just showing us their love of wrestling and what they do
Zach Davis: Is there a mutual respect here?
Freddy Whoa: Quite possibly. Each man knows that they are up there at the top of this company and both deserve that world title shot. It’s great to see, although I think this will turn nasty sooner rather than later.
Again they surge at each other and this time lock horns. Occulo drives his knee into Jay’s gut and lifts him up for a suplex, but again Jay escapes and lands on his feet. He swivels Occulo around and lifts him to his shoulders before planting him with a Samoan drop. Jay lifts a finger to his mouth in an attempt to silence the crowd. He lifts Occulo by one arm and lands a couple of kicks to his shoulder, before landing an elbow to the back of his arm and locking in an armbar.
Freddy Whoa: Jay’s attacking the arm Occulo uses for his patented Oesophagus Bureau. Real strategy on show here. True Occulo can use his other arm, but it won’t have anywhere near as much venom behind it.
Zach Davis: Occulo needs to get out of this quickly, if he can’t land his ace then he’s in trouble, and don’t forget, that is the very same arm that was broken in his match with Joey Flash at One.
Freddy Whoa: Good spot Zach, Occulo is in big trouble here.
Occulo grimaces in pain and attempts to wriggle free, but Jay has him well and truly locked in. The ref kneels and talks to Occulo who shakes his head. The camera pans to John Mullins who is in the crowd. He has a concerned but optimistic expression on his face.
Freddy Whoa: I think Jay is holding back. I don’t think he is expecting Occulo to tap, he is just trying to soften that arm up.
Zach Davis: Absolutely. He’s conserving energy that he’ll probably use later to break it again.
Occulo shouts out “no!” and makes eye contact with Jay who looks away and locks his arm in a bit tighter. Occulo screams out almost breathlessly and lifts both legs trying to spring himself up. He fails and the referee talks to him again. Occulo shakes his head and then starts to drive his heel into Jay’s ankle. Jay resists and doesn’t let the blows distract him from the task at hand. Occulo persists but still Jay keeps in the hold.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega not even flinching with those blows to his ankle from Occulo, who may be losing the match right here
Zach Davis: It’s over. That arm is going to give out soon and Occulo will be powerless
Occulo starts to turn a shade of pale and stretches both legs out to try and latch one of them onto a bottom rope but to no avail. He then grabs one of Jay’s boots with both feet and manages to remove it. Then, with one fell swoop, he brings his heel down hard onto Jay’s now exposed ankle. Jay grimaces and lets go slightly, allowing Occulo to squirm free and escape the outside of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: He did it!! My God I don’t know quite how but Occulo managed to escape the hold!
Zach Davis: That was stunning! A little underhanded but hell you gotta do what you gotta do!
Jay punches the mat and slides his boot back on, lacing it up tightly. Occulo is rotating his shoulder and bending his arm, trying to shake off the pain. He slides into the ring and we are back to square one, just about. The crowd stand and applaud as they lock horns once again in the middle of the ring. Occulo stomps on Jay’s ankle again and as he recoils he plants Jay with a DDT, but doesn’t release him, instead he hooks Jay’s arm and suplexes him to the mat. He mounts him and hits with a few lefts and rights.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo taking control here! What a comeback!
Zach Davis: That arm looks to have shaken off the pain quickly
Occulo lifts Jay to his feet and swings him toward the turnbuckle, he runs after him and drives a knee into his gut. Jay bounces with the force and Occulo hits him with a running bulldog. He rolls him over and hooks the leg…
Occulo lets out a frustrated grunt and delivers a couple more stomps, this time to Jay’s ribs. Jay rolls to the outside of the ring, but Occulo jumps up and uses the ropes as a springboard, taking out Jay from the air! The two of them land in a heap just in front of the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo with a rare aerial manoeuvre! Jay was flattened by Occulo there
Zach Davis: It’s as if Occulo had never been in a submission hold minutes ago. He’s on fire!
Occulo grabs Jay’s head and slams it into the side of the announce table. He lifts him up and lifts him onto his shoulder and lays him down on the table.
Freddy Whoa: Aw shit…you at least gonna remove the monitors first Occulo??
Occulo ignores Freddy and stomps on Jay’s ribs a couple more times. He quickly walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. The crowd excitedly murmur and take photos of the taxiing Occulo.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Move! Move! Move!!
The three announcers vacate the area as Occulo waits for Jay to get up slightly and turn so he is facing down, at this point Occulo leaps off the turnbuckle and connects with a Subliminal Message, slamming Jay’s head into the announce table with his knee, crumbling the table to a mess of humanity, metal, plastic and cables.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!! SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE, FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! JAY’S SKULL MUST BE PULVERISED!!
Zach Davis: Suicidal move from Occulo!! He may have just ended this right here!!
Occulo crawls from the wreckage and pulls Jay along with him. He gets to his feet and rolls Jay into the ring, before climbing in and covering him.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo’s in the final!!
Zach Davis: No way back from that surely. Nobody kicks out from a move like that!!
Freddy Whoa: No way!! No! Way!!
The crowd gasp in disbelief and put their hands on their heads as somehow, Jay Omega kicks out. Occulo keeps the leg hooked, not quite believing and refusing to accept Jay’s resiliency. He eventually releases him and looks at the referee with disdain. Occulo sits up and slams the mat three times whilst Jay uses the ropes to get to his feet. Occulo gets up but is immediately floored with an enziguri kick straight to his temple. Jay falls on top of him and hooks a leg…
Jay puts his hands on his face and pulls at the referee’s pants, signalling three with three fingers. The ref says nope, two. Jay releases him and grabs Occulo’s arm, but before he can lock it into a hold Occulo rolls over and pins Jay with both legs hooked…
Freddy Whoa: Three near-falls in quick succession! Both men are going for the jugular now!
Zach Davis: I still can’t believe how Jay kicked out of that move earlier
Both men lay broken on the mat and slowly get to their feet. Jay pushes Occulo, who responds with a punch to Jay’s face. Jay punches Occulo, who responds with a haymaker that sends a splash of blood across the canvas from Jay’s nose. He wipes it and looks at the blood on his hand, he grits his teeth and unleashes a fierce backhander across Occulo’s jaw.
Occulo holds his jaw and maliciously punches Jay’s nose again, he then bounces off the ropes and drives a two footed lunge straight at Jay’s standing leg. The leg bends slightly and Jay releases an absolutely bloodcurdling and vomit-inducing scream. Luckily he just manages to shift his weight, preventing it from snapping completely. He goes to ground and holds his leg in agony.
Freddy Whoa: Holy Shit!! Occulo almost broke Jay’s leg!!
Zach Davis: I’ve never heard a scream like that. Fuck.
Occulo uses this time to recompose himself whilst Jay surveys the damage to his leg. Occulo grabs Jay’s damaged leg and delivers a few stiff kicks to the point where it almost broke. Jay yells out and manages to kick Occulo away with his other foot. With a rush of adrenalin he gets to his feet and delivers a ruthless superkick to Occulo’s worn down shoulder, managing to unhook it from its socket. Jay lands awkwardly on his injured leg though, and both men just melt to the mat, battered and broken.
Freddy Whoa: This is just sickening!! Occulo has a dislocated shoulder and Jay Omega’s almost has a fractured leg!
Zach Davis: Shit look…
Both men are clearly in considerable pain and a couple of teams of medical staff hurry down the ramps with oxygen machines.
Freddy Whoa: Are they going to be able to continue here?
The medical staff fit the oxygen masks to each competitor who have both turned a shade of nauseous green.
Zach Davis: Surely not. Jay Omega can hardly stand and Occulo only has one arm to fight with. This could be the opening Joey Flash was hoping for
The crowd cheer both men on in respect but the medical staff share defeated and concerned glances.
Freddy Whoa: The referee is receiving instruction from the medical staff, looks like this one is over folks. Damn…damn it.
Zach Davis: They just picked and pulled and pushed at each other’s anatomy in unnatural ways and that’s what happens
The referee nods and goes to call for the bell to end the match…but Occulo grabs the referee’s ankle from his stretcher and takes off his mask. He slowly shakes his head and the ref stops. Occulo groggily gets to his feet and grabs his limp upper arm.
Freddy Whoa: Oh shit…no…no…oh fuck I can’t look
Zach Davis: He’s not going to…
SNAP! With an almighty scream he pops his shoulder back into his joint and vomits into a bucket brought down by the medical staff who look on in disbelief. Jay Omega has also removed his mask and is bandaging up his leg. He also gets to his feet and the two men stand in their corners staring each other down and nodding in mutual respect.
Freddy Whoa: Oh…my…GOD. Occulo just popped his own shoulder into its socket and Jay Omega is continuing with a badly injured leg. Come on medical staff, surely you can’t let this go on!?
Zach Davis: This is irresponsible people!!
The two broken warriors lock horns once more in the middle of the ring as the medical staff quickly dissipate from the ring. Jay whips Occulo into the corner and lifts him up to the top turnbuckle, before unleashing his “over the top” finisher on Occulo who lands motionless on the mat.
Freddy Whoa: NOW it’s over, surely
Zach Davis: That’s done it. A valiant effort by Occulo but Jay just had that little bit much more left
Jay covers and hooks a leg
The crowd erupt and a sense of shock pulsates through the arena
Freddy Whoa: IMPOSSIBLE!!
Zach Davis: It’s just…how?...how??
Jay pleads with the referee but no, it was a straight up two count. Jay lays back and angrily throws a mini tantrum, before grabbing Occulo’s arm and locking it in once more, pulling at the shoulder. Occulo, seemingly numbed from his earlier self-preservation, delivers a couple of jabs to Jay’s bandage and gets out of the hold. Jay gets up and is hit with an Oesophagus Beareu! Jay splutters whilst Occulo bounces off the ropes, somersaults through the air and brings Jay’s face down to the mat with him. He springs up and bounces again, this time hitting Jay with a Subliminal Message!! He covers…
Freddy Whoa: SUBLIMINAL!! IT’S OVER!!!
Zach Davis: Surely!!!
Freddy Whoa + Zach Davis + Gravedigger = WHAT THE FUCK?!
The crowd are in absolute raptures and would be throwing hundred dollar bills into the ring if they were that rich. Jay Omega has kicked out of his second Subliminal Message with a nearly broken leg. The referee looks the most defeated man in the ring. Both men just lay in the ring motionless. Occulo without even the energy to plead to the referee.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and Gentlemen this is what a shot at the world title means to these men…these…warriors. Joey Flash must have been licking his lips not ten minutes ago when both men were laying on stretchers with oxygen masks about to both be deemed unfit to continue, meaning he would be installed into the tournament.
Zach Davis: Ha, unlucky Joey!!
Jay lifts his head up and looks at Occulo who is stirring. He gets to his feet and bends over, staring at the canvas. After a few seconds he looks up and nods. He grabs Occulo as he is getting up and grabs his right arm with his left, then spins behind him leaving them back to back, each with an arm crossing their neck, going up and over the shoulder. Omega then drops supine, and pulls on the Occulo’s arm, turning them enough to deliver the impact of his shoulder to their temple instead of the back of the head.
Freddy Whoa: The Kevorkian Handshake!! I think this…this surely must be it
Jay covers and the ref drops…
Freddy Whoa: That’s it. The Kevorkian Handshake was just far too much
Ding Ding Ding!!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner…Jay Omega!!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable match. It was a pure fight between two very breakable human beings.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder as a memorial to the days he was champion.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Trilogy Cup! Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards is having one of the his best moments in WCF! He is a favorite to win the Trilogy Cup!
Freddy Whoa: He had an impressive performance last Slam beating the WCF World Champion Bobby Cairo in a non-title match!
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center of the ring. He grabs the collar of his thick vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his tactical vest and dropping it outside the ring.
Gravedigger: Alex Richards will have a tough match tonight though! Dune is one of the best newcomers in WCF. I like his style, I think he can go home with the win! He is a former Internet Champion after all!
DING DING DING!
The referee starts the match and both wrestlers start the lock up. Dune kicks Alex in the belly and tries to hit a Short-Arm Clothesline.
Zach Davis: Richards dodges the maneuver!
Freddy Whoa: He runs to the ropes…
Gravedigger: Running Lariat on Dune!
The former internet champion quickly gets up and both men share some looks for a few seconds walking around the ring.
Zach Davis: Lock up again!
Alex Richards starts an Headlock on Dune but he quickly reverses it starting a Fujiwara Armbar!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd cheers for Richards…
Gravedigger: He is screaming in pain! Dune is punishing the Internet Champion!
Dune holds the submission hold for a while but Alex reaches the ropes and the referee orders Dune to break the maneuver. He does it and Alex gets up but is hit by an European Uppercut.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Alex goes to the mat again!
Dune starts a Camel Clutch. Richards screams trying to reverse the maneuver by punching the former champion on his head, but he continues to pressure Alex’s head.
Zach Davis: Richards is holding Dune’s arms…
Gravedigger: He reverses the Camel Clutch!
Alex gets up and punches Dune a few times. He runs to the ropes… Elbow Strike! Dune falls but recovers and is up really fast but Richards punishes him with a Straight Chop to the throat!
Freddy Whoa: Alex is above Dune! He starts to punch him!
Alex stops punching Dune and gets up. Dune is still down so Alex lifts him up.
Zach Davis: Nice Vertical Suplex! Richards goes for the cover!
T… Dune kicks out! Alex grabs his opponent’s leg… High Angle boston crab!
Gravedigger: Nice move by the Internet Champion! Dune is in danger.
Dune struggles to get out of the submission hold but he can’t. He screams as he crawls to the ropes and after a lot of effort he grabs it.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards breaks the hold, gets Dune up…
Dune with a strong Headbutt on Alex! The former Internet Champion gets him up… Pumphandle Suplex! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: Richards kicks out! Look! Dune is stomping Alex!
Richards rolls near the ropes and grabs it. Dune continues the assault on his opponent and referee counts…
Dune drags Alex to the center of the ring and stomps his whole body. He then gets him up, lifts him… Strong Fallaway Slam!
Gravedigger: Dune is dominating the champion!
Zach Davis: Alex is really hurt, Dune continues the attack and applies a Irish Whip against the corner!
Dune runs… Shoulder-to-Gut! Cover!
Alex lifts his shoulder. Dune gets him up, pushes him against the ropes… Huge Spear! Richards rolls to outside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: That spear broke Alex’s body in half.
Gravedigger: Dune leaves the ring too. The referee is counting.
Dune stomps Alex a few times and then gets him up. He pushes him into the ring post! ALEX IS BLEEDING!
Dune punches Alex on his head.
Alex stays down and Dune grabs him and pushes him into the ring and covers him.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Alex Richards kicks out!
Zach Davis: Dune gets angry and lifts Richards applying a Release German Suplex!
Richards goes to the ropes, trying to rest for a while but Dune hits him with a Heel Kick! Now he grabs Alex’s arm, pushes him into the corner, runs…
Gravedigger: Nobody home! Alex dodges the attack and Dune hits the ring post! Both wrestlers are down.
Alex gets up and takes Dune to his arms performing a Backbreaker. Cover!
Zach Davis: Dune lifts his shoulder!
Freddy Whoa: And Alex starts a Bearhug hurting Dune!
He holds the submission for a few seconds and then applies a Spine Buster. Dune’s back is in pain so Richards applies a Over the Shoulder Backbreaker!
Gravedigger: Dune may tap-out!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards is making a lot of effort to continue the maneuver since Dune is punching him on his head!
Freddy Whoa: And Dune breaks the hold!
Dune runs to Alex, tries to apply a Clothesline but he dodges it, he runs to the ropes… BIG BOOT BY RICHARDS!
Gravedigger: That knocked Dune out.
Alex Richards lifts Dune again and punishes him with a strong Powerbomb! Cover!
Dune manages to kick out somehow. Alex gets Dune up, lifts Dune for a Belly to Back Suplex… He fails to apply The Final Enlightenment! Dune kicks his opponent on the belly… HOURGLASS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Zach Davis: Dune has the chance to capitalize!
Freddy Whoa: He is crawling to cover him…
Dune slowly puts is arm over Richards and covers him.
Th-No! Alex lifts his shoulder! Dune gets up with the ropes’ help and lifts Richards up.
Gravedigger: Scoop Powerslam! Dune is gaining control of the match again.
Zach Davis: LOOK! DUNE IS GRABBING ALEX’S LEGS!
Freddy Whoa: QUICKSAND LOCKED IN!
Alex screams and struggles to reach the ropes but Dune pressures him too much so he can’t move.
Gravedigger: Will Alex Richards tap-out?!
Zach Davis: Look at his face Gravedigger! He is almost quiting…
Alex bites is fingers and screams in pain. He crawls to the ropes but Dune drags him to the center of the ring and continues to pressure him.
Freddy Whoa: The only exit Richards has here is giving up.
Dune holds the submission for a while but Alex crawls again and is able to reach the ropes. Dune gets frustrated and stomps Richards for a while as the crowd boos him. He then lifts him up and climbs to the top rope.
Gravedigger: Dune is going for the Moonslam!
Zach Davis: And he hits it successfully!
Freddy Whoa: But the referee gets hit by both of them and gets knocked out! Dune is pinning Alex Richards for nothing!
Dune gets mad and tries to wake the referee but he is still passed out. So Dune leaves the ring and picks up a steel chair. He enters the ring, waits for Alex to get up… He fails the chair shot! Alex kicks him in the belly, runs to the ropes… Running Lariat! And he picks up the chair. Dune gets up…
Gravedigger: WHAT A CHAIR SHOT IN DUNE’S HEAD!
Zach Davis: Dune is bleeding… His brain must be crushed.
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards throws the chair to outside the ring and pins Dune, screaming at the referee to wake up.
The referee wakes up and counts.
Gravedigger: NOOOO! HOW THE HELL IS DUNE STILL COUNSCIOUS?!
Zach Davis: I can’t believe Dune kicked out of this!
Alex Richards rests for a while as Dune tries to recover from the chair shot on his head. Both get up slowly and start a lock up. Richards hits Dune on his chest and punches him, putting him down. He runs to the ropes and hits his knee on Dune’s head! He lifts Dune up… Zim-Quila Hangover!
Freddy Whoa: And the Crippler Crossface is locked-in!
Dune fights with Alex punching him and grabbing his face but the maneuver is still being hold. He crawls to the ropes and reaches it. The referee orders Alex to break the maneuver but he continues to hold it.
Alex breaks the hold and the referee argues with him, telling him not to do that again. Alex gets distracted and Dune takes advantage of that hitting a Dropkick on his head. Richards gets up, Dune runs… DUST DEVIL!
Gravedigger: He is lifting Alex…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! SANDSTORM!
Zach Davis: That must be it! Dune covers the Internet Champion!
Gravedigger: This is over!
NO!!!! Richards kicked out of the Sandstorm!
Freddy Whoa: How did he do that?
Dune gets frustrated and starts taking off the turnbuckle’s protection. The referee realizes it while he was checking on Richards and argues with Dune, putting the protection back. Alex is up and Dune kicks him with a low blow. Richards falls and Dune starts a Dragon Sleeper. The crowd cheers for Richards as he tries to get rid of the submission hold. Dune holds it for a while but Alex reverses it and both wrestlers get up. Alex punches Dune a few times and lifts him with the help of the ropes…
Zach Davis: THE UNCONSCIOUS TRUTH!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! DUNE KICKS OUT!
Gravedigger: How the f…
Alex stays down with his hands on his head and can’t believe Dune kicked out. He gets up, grabs Dune, pushes him into the corner, runs… Dune dodges the attack! Alex chases Dune but he kicks him in the belly and hits a Double-Arm DDT. Both wrestlers stay down for a while and the referee counts.
Dune gets up and grabs Alex, pushing him in to the ropes and hitting a Back Body Drop.
Zach Davis: Alex Richard screams in pain!
Freddy Whoa: What an elevation!
Dune grabs Richard’s head and hits a Delayed Brainbuster DDT!
Gravedigger: Hourglass applied! And Dune lifts Richards again… SANDSTORM! COVER!
Zach Davis: It’s over!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… DUUUUUUUUUUUUUNEEEE!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Dune goes to the Trilogy Cup’s final!
Gravedigger: A great match by these two great wrestlers.
Gonzo Murdock is walking out of a restroom and down a corridor, beer in hand and J hanging from his lips, as he shakes hands with a some of the staff. Pats a few of the smiling tech guys on the back while asking questions and continuing his search for Scarecrow. From behind, he hears the shuffling of footsteps, followed by the closing of a heavy metal door...
Gonzo turns to see the origin of the subtle noises, and spots Scarecrow, Marlboro hanging from his fingers and smoke escaping from his nose, as he takes another heavy pull and says in a edgy, raspy voice...
Scarecrow: Hello, Deuce. .. Heard you were looking for me?
Gonzo Murdock: There you are! Shit, man! Been looking for you when your PANTHEON brothers told me you had to get right inside your head for this match.
Scarecrow extends his hand, to which Gonzo accepts with his own hand...
Scarecrow: Welcome back.
Gonzo Murdock: Good to be back. Japan was a fun vacation, but even vacation gets old after awhile...
A moment, then the handshake. The arena erupts with cheers.
Gonzo Murdock: You got yourself one hell of a match tonight. Odin Balfore, of all people...
Scarecrow smirks, shakes off the weight of the moment.
Scarecrow: Gods die all the time, Deuce. Tonight's just another deity for the glue factory. I’ve walked through fire, blood, and death to get here, Deuce. You’ve fought wars, you know the strategy.
Gonzo Murdock: Cut off the head off the snake...
Scarecrow:..And it’s body dies soon after. I don’t do dynasties, Deuce. I don’t like what the Poondocks are becoming.
Gonzo Murdock: I can’t imagine anyone can. Fuck, I'm going to have to deal with evacuations of all American citizens in Poon Guinea after tonight. Now imagine having to deal with fucking Cairo on those days. Odin doesn't help much, either. Tends to do a lot of talking and not a whole lot of anything else. My advice? Kick this motherfucker in the mouth! Because win or lose, he ain't gonna wanna talk about the fight when his lips have swelled up to the size of my testicles!
This comment evokes a slight smile from Scarecrow, but Gonzo continues...
Gonzo Murdock: And on that note, you want a beer or some medical grade to get you in the zone? Or should I tell the rest of PANTHEON to come find you, wish you luck?
Scarecrow: No... No, this began with me. It ends with me. One way, or another. And I want to feel everything in this match, man. from Odin's big right hand on my face, right down to when I break his bones to make my bread. I wanna feel those bones crack underneath my hand, man. I want him to know mortality. The take it all away from him. But afterwards? When I mount his head on my wall, and use his decapitated corpse as a piss bucket? Maybe then, we can hook up for some of that J?
Deuce Murdock: Sounds good man, and good luck! Hope you topple that fucktard once and for all.
Scarecrow simply nods.
Scarecrow: Amen man. See you around...straight arrow.
Scarecrow disappears back into the shadows. Deuce turns and walks away.
Gonzo Murdock: Straight arrow? Not quite, but I'll see you around...’Crow.
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid blares over the P.A. system, and the camera begins searching the crowd for Isaiah Chavis. This time he enters the normal way though, carrying a kendo stick tightly wound in barbed wired. His clown face hockey mask sits on top of his head as he slaps hands with a few fans at ringside.
Zach Davis: It looks like Isaiah Chavis will be joining us on commentary for this match, and I have a feeling he will have plenty to say about at least one of the competitors in this match.
Isaiah walks around the ring, taking a few swings with his modified cane before having a seat and putting on his head set.
Isaiah Chavis: Whoop whoop! What’s crackin’ gentlemen?
Freddy Whoa: We were just getting ready for Chelsea Armstrong versus ICE.
Isaiah Chavis: Oh really? Is that now? I had no idea. I guess I could chill for a bit and watch it with you.
Gravedigger: You’re too kind…
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 "Feel 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 one hand and the World title in the other. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the beer in his hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 250lbs...Natural ICE Beckman!!
Freddy Whoa: Got anything to say about ICE?
Isaiah Chavis: Nothing more than I hope he caves Chelsea’s skull in tonight.
Freddy Whoa:...Dark dude.
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.
Once the music dies down, it is replaced with “I Smell a Massacre” by the Butcher Babies. The second Chelsea steps out from behind the curtain, her eyes are locked on Isaiah’s. She walks down to the ring, ignoring just about everything else.
Kyle Steel:"Hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 157 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA ARRRRMMSSTRRROOONNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!"
Chelsea slides into the ring, giving Isaiah one last death glare before turning to the fans and throwing her arms up in the air. The crowd boos loudly, but she doesn’t seem to hear them.
Gravedigger: Chelsea Armstrong, stone faced here tonight. This crowd not phasing her in the slightest.
Isaiah Chavis: That’s because she’s got other stuff on her mind. From what I hear, she pissed off the kinda guy you don’t wanna piss off.
The bell rings, and the competitors begin circling each other. Beckman immediately lunges forward to lock up, but Chelsea dodges under it and delivers a few quick kicks to his hamstring. ICE swings for the fences, but Chelsea ducks it, and hits two quick jabs to his jaw before sliding back and circling some more.
Zach Davis: A little testing out going on.
Isaiah Chavis: Testing out nothin’! These two know each other fine. Chelsea’s shook.
Gravedigger: And why might that be?
Isaiah Chavis: No idea. I’m just here to watch the match.
This time both wrestlers lock up, but it isn’t long before ICE shoves Chelsea and sends her somersaulting backward into the corner. She pulls herself up and they lock up again. This time ICE walks her across the ring and pushes her into the corner. The ref orders them to break, and he almost gets a clean one, but Chelsea lifts her legs up and kicks ICE backwards to the middle of the ring. She then sprints forward and hits him with a stiff dropkick to the chest, sending him rolling out of the ring. She pops up and spins around, glaring at Isaiah.
Zach Davis: That’s a rather loud message being sent.
Isaiah Chavis: All I hear is five hundred pounds of shit heading toward a big ass fan.
ICE gets to his feet on the outside, causing Chelsea to bounce off the opposite ropes and dives over the top, hitting a textbook plancha. Both wrestlers fall to the ground as the fans cheer loudly.
Gravedigger: Chelsea laying it all on the line early and coming up big!
Chelsea rises quickly, and drags ICE over to the ring. She rolls him under the bottom rope, and climbs onto the apron. She gives Isaiah a cocky smirk before jumping up and springboarding off the top rope. She hits a leg drop across Beckman’s throat, and immediately goes for the pin.
...No! ICE kicks out!
Gravedigger: Chelsea Armstrong almost ends this match early, and with one of your favorite moves, Isaiah.
Isaiah Chavis: That just proves, that I got the moves. All that shows, is that Chelsea blows. All we learned from that, is my moveset is phat. Know what I’m sayin’ homie?
Gravedigger: I very much don’t.
Chelsea bounces off the ropes, and on the rebound ICE lunges forward and hits a front chop block on her. She falls to the ground and clutches her knee, shrieking in pain. Beckman smells blood, and locks her injured leg in a single leg crab. He wrenches back as Chelsea shouts.
Zach Davis: Beckman being rather vicious with that leg.
Freddy Whoa: He wants to win. That’s all there is to it. When you step into the ring, there are no friendships or relationships, there is only winning.
Isaiah Chavis: Well said Freddy. That’s why you’re my favorite announcer. You two could take some notes.
Slowly Chelsea claws her way to the ropes and grabs on. ICE let’s go relatively quickly, but immediately turns around and drags her to the middle of the ring. He goes for a leg submission again, but Chelsea flips onto her back and catches him with a hard kick to the jaw. ICE stumbles backward, allowing Chelsea to pull herself out of the ring and get a moment to rest.
Isaiah Chavis: This is one hell of a match so far. Makes me wish I had some popcorn or some shit. Hey Digs. You wanna flag down the popcorn guy for me?
Freddy Whoa: See, that’s why he likes me better than you.
Beckman doesn’t plan on giving her long. He drops to the ground and gives chase. By the time he gets to her, she is on her feet, but just barely. He irish whips her, and she only runs a few feet before her injured knee collides with the ring steps, and she flips forward onto the concrete. Beckman wastes no time. He grabs her by the leg, and wraps it around the top crossbar of the barricade, before weaving it into the vertical bars to trap it. Chelsea screams out, but ICE leaves her there to slide in and out of the ring to break the count.
Zach Davis: ICE could have had the win there, but chose to slide back out. This isn’t a good sign.
Beckman then jumps up on the apron, and backs up a bit, before running forward and jumping off. He hits a dropkick to Chelsea’s trapped knee, setting it free but also doing a lot of damage. He then tosses her into the ring, and slides under the bottom rope, going for the cover.
...No! Chelsea manages to kick out!
ICE grabs her leg and goes to twist her into a figure four, but halfway through she pushes him off, sending him shoulder first into the ringpost. Hse bounces back, allowing her to roll him up for the pin.
...No! ICE kicks out!
Zach Davis: Near falls traded back and forth between these top tier competitors. Isaiah, seeing this, and seeing how Chelsea has improved in your absence, aren’t you worried at all?
Isaiah Chavis: No, shut up.
Chelsea grabs Beckman’s arm and goes to put him in Death’s Grip, but he slips out and takes her down by her injured knee, locking in the STF. Chelsea flails her arms forward, but can’t reach the ropes. She tries to wrench herself out of the hold, but is unsuccessful.
Zach Davis: ICE working on that injured knee. If Chelsea can’t escape, this might be the end!
Chelsea tries one more time to get out, before having to reach back and rake Beckman’s eyes out of desperation. He lets go and flails on the ground, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She stands up, and begins stomping away on Beckman’s midsection. She then points at Isaiah and shouts that he’s next. This prompts Isaiah to pull off his headphones, and start walking toward the ring with the barbed wire kendo stick in his hand. Chelsea walks toward the ropes, yelling at him as he swings at the air.
Zach Davis: It looks like Isaiah and Chelsea might get into it.
While Chelsea’s back is turned, ICE recovers, and grabs her from behind for the surprise roll up.
Zach Davis: Natural ICE Beckman stealing the surprise roll up while Chelsea is distracted by Isaiah!
ICE celebrates and makes his way up the ramp, as Chelsea stares at Isaiah in shock. Chavis laughs, and swats at the air a few more times, before making his own way up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Well, if Isaiah’s goal is to make Chelsea’s life more difficult, he has definitely succeeded today!
Chelsea slams her fists on the mat in frustration, as the crowd cheers for her loss.
Several wrestlers, finished with their night after the Tag Team Main Event, along with several staff and security officers, are now partaking in the impromptu "party" that Gonzo has essentially turned the catering area into. The mood is jovial, after all the hard work that everyone put into the night, and people feel the urge to just throttle back...
Gonzo, with beer in hand, stands up on a riser next to a wall, as he gets the attention of everyone in the room...
Gonzo Murdock: Congratulations to all of you crazy and silly fuckers for completing the night and not dying! Drink to that, yes?
Gonzo Murdock: To the winners, goes the spoils... And to the losers... Well, I got beer... Drown your sorrows, bitches!!!
Several geysers of beer and champagne rocket into the air, as Gonzo continues to talk...
Gonzo Murdock: And thank you all for making this one helluva awesome birthday party! Never thought I'd live to the ripe, old age of 32, but here I am! And with the help of the Great Spirits, or Good Lord, or whoever y'all worship, Gonzo will live to see yet another year! Ya hear?
All of a sudden, some shoving happens in the crowd, and Grime comes up to the riser where Gonzo is standing. He then says...
Grime: Wait, you're Gonzo Murdock? Man, I thought you were a caterer all night long!
Gonzo Murdock: You are sadly mistaken, kind sir! And who are you?
Gonzo extends his hand to Grime, only for Grime to stuff his hand into his pocket. Suddenly, he pulls out his hand from his pocket, and nails Gonzo with an uppercut that knocks him off of the riser and into the wall. Gonzo looks extremely dazed, as everyone paying attention can see Grime stuffing what looks to be a roll of coins back into his pocket, as he says...
Grime: I'm Grime, and I'm the one flappin at the lips now. Whatcha gonna do about it? Not a damn thing, is what you're going to do! So who's my bitch?
Gonzo manages to sit upright, as Grime looks down at him. Grime spits on Gonzo, before he attempts to kick Gonzo. Gonzo catches his foot and promptly slams him to the ground face first. Gonzo starts going for the Phantom Itch, before security and wrestlers alike starts breaking it up, as Gonzo shouts...
Gonzo Murdock: YOUR CRACKER-ASS JUST EARNED YOURSELF A LOVE LETTER! STRAIGHT FROM MY FUCKING HEART, ASSWIPE!!!
Gonzo manages to slip out of the grasp of four wrestlers, right as Grime slips his own restraints. As Grime charges forward, he is met in the face with a Chuck Norris Special that floors Grime, after Grime initially pauses in place. Gonzo then mounts Grime and continues striking Grime in the head and face, before getting pulled off again. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: There's your change, you cock-jockey! And we ain't done yet, fucker! You're about to pay your fucking dues! IN SPADES, MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Gonzo spits blood and a tooth on Grime, as he is pulled away by security and wrestlers. Grime recovers slowly, as the blood continues to run from his nose. Grime grabs his nose by both hands, and resets his nose that Gonzo broke, before he says...
Grime: You're right, fucker! This ain't over. This ain't over by a LONG SHOT!
Zach Davis: The time is finally here, this moment has been building for months and months and finally Scarecrow and Odin Balfore are face to face, one on one.
Freddy Whoa: This is a massive massive fight feel here tonight ladies and gentlemen, I can feel my hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention.
The crowd join Freddy’s neck hair and rise almost simultaneously out of their seats in anticipation of what they’re about to see.
Gravedigger: This one is going to be good.
Master of Puppets by Metallica hits, and Seth Lerch walks out wearing a makeshift referee's shirt. He walks to the ring, slapping a few hands, and rolls in. He headbangs a bit to the music once he's in the ring before stopping to applaud the crowd for their fattening of his wallet by attending, he stands proudly in the middle of the ring and awaits the wrestlers.
Zach Davis: I can only hope that Seth is impartial here.
Gravedigger: I'm partial to stoving your fucking head in, shut up.
The house lights die. The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena. Purple spotlights dancing across the screaming faces of those in attendance as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo.
A moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful cry:
“Dub Cee DEAF...Let me hear you SCREAM!”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request:
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
A moment passes, then...
“Now you’re time has come. The storm of iron in the sky”
Motorhead’s, “Brotherhood Of Man”, kicks in. As the ominous chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; A Murder of Crows. A Crowbreaker. A Crow Clash for the People’s championship.
Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, hulking silhouette. His countenance eclipsed by purple smoke and light. Beside him appears his manager, Roxxi Chainsaw. Hand on hips. Pouting with playful evil.
“War and Murder come again. Lucky if you die”
The arena lights raise to a huge POP. Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail and depth as he begins his focused procession down the ramp. He's wearing a black, customized hoodie over his fight gear. Roxxi swaggers beside him. That insane grin on her face, a mask of dark pleasures.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! Accompanied to the ring by The Switchblade Siren, Roxxi Chainsaw! From The lost highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The Scarecrow soaks up the cheers from the crowd before entering the ring, adjusting his taped right hand once again as a way of foreshadowing his finishing maneuver. Roxxi follows, snarling at the camera.
Scarecrow removes his hoodie and hands it to Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits the crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP...before he can set himself and prepare for the match the lights dim once more...as “With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
The song ends and we find both men trying to take the alpha position in the centre of the ring. The two men finally meet face to face and the size difference, for the first time in Scarecrow’s career is apparent with Odin towering almost a head above him. Seth Lerch is dwarfed by both giants as he tries pitifully to hold them back, Scarecrow looks unperturbed and takes a step toward Odin, shoving Seth to one side and the men are nose to nose separated by a cunthair. The stare between them tells its own story, not that one needs telling, and this is ripped to shreds by Scarecrow’s hand hitting Odin’s neck with a slapping motion…
Zach Davis: RIGHT OFF THE BAT…
Freddy Whoa: Nope...not at all-
Odin Balfore has caught Scarecrow’s hand mid air and smiles a broad grin as if to say ‘Really, already?’...then wraps his large mitt around Scarecrow’s neck and hoisting a panic stricken Scarecrow damn near seven feet in the air before sending him crashing back first straight into Odin’s ready waiting knee.
Gravedigger: RAGNAROK, HOLY SHIT.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow tried to topple a mountain and just ended up plummeting off the very top, straight on his back
Freddy Whoa: What a start. Odin is showing Scarecrow his vast experience, and that he is NOT going to suffer fools lightly here.
Seth jumps up and down in glee and is already down on the mat next to Scarecrow, motioning Odin to cover him. Odin simply rests his back against the ropes and shakes his wild mane ‘No’.
The buckled Scarecrow opens his eyes and sees the absolute colossus staring down at him, judging him for his ill-fated haste. Odin allows him to get to his feet, well, until he just drives a massive boot straight to his gut as he is just about to become upright. Scarecrow actually leaves the ground and ends up in a heap by the ropes. Odin shakes his head and simply shuffles Scarecrow out of the ring with a couple of nudges with his titanic like boots. He turns around and absorbs the crowd’s almost...heritage feel.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow already getting a feel of what it was like back in the day to be in the ring with Odin Balfore. It’s not pleasant, and it’s going to hurt.
Zach Davis: Odin working on the crowd here, in less than five minutes he has the ring to himself and he’s loving it
Gravedigger: Consummate fucking professional.
Scarecrow lifts himself up and re-enters the ring. He quickly gets up and charges at Odin, trying to tackle him to the ground, but Odin simply resists the force and throws him to the side, before dropping down and locking Scarecrow in a headlock, but Crow manages to get a hand on the ropes allowing him to wriggle free. He gets up quicker than the veteran and kicks him to the mat. He mounts him but Odin manages to land a jab on Scarecrow’s jaw, followed by a shove and again Scarecrow is down. He scoops him up and slams him back down with a scoop slam. He drives his U-Boat boot into Scarecrow’s throat and simply pins him down with it, choking him.
Freddy Whoa: Nightmare start for Scarecrow, he has mounted a minor offensive but it hasn’t dented the armour of Balfore
Zach Davis: Perhaps he doesn’t need to yet. Remember Odin hasn’t had a match in a good while, and we know full well how much abuse Scarecrow can take.
Gravedigger: I don’t think it will matter, this is over.
Odin lifts his boot up, and before he can slam it down onto Scarecrow’s face, he rolls out of the way and out the ring again. He stands holding his throat looking up at Odin, who just shrugs his shoulders and turns his back on him. Crow slaps himself across the face and angrily punches the apron. He climbs into the ring and runs at Odin, driving an elbow into the back of his head. Odin stumbles forward, but turns around with a stiff right hand which connects to Scarecrow’s jaw again, but he manages to just about block it with his arm. Odin then lifts Scarecrow up after kneeing him in the gut and suplexes him to the mat. Again, Scarecrow is up a bit quicker than Odin and takes a couple of steps away from him. He runs at Odin and quickly puts his hands infront of his face as he is flattened with a big boot.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow up that little bit swifter than Odin, he seems to be inviting pressure. But that one big hit by Odin and Crow won’t get back up. He’s playing a very dangerous game here.
Zach Davis: I knew it. It’s a gamble but hell, he who dares right?
Gravedigger: He who dares gets their fuckin face beat in by a living fuckin legend. What did he expect?
Odin grabs Scarecrow by the hair and lays a right straight onto his jaw before hoisting him up and locking in a firm and tight bear hug. Scarecrow screams in agony as he struggles with all his might to be free, he begins raining punches down onto the face of Balfore who quickly silences Scarecrow with a tighter squeeze. In almost a move of desperation Scarecrow begins a series of whiplash inducing headbutts to the top of Balfore’s head.
Zach Davis: He’s sacrificing his face for any kind of damage right now.
Just so, Scarecrow’s face is a bloody mess, three, four, five headbutts. Finally the grip is broken and Scarecrow is free...only for Odin Balfore to thrust a hand toward Scarecrow’s throat and it connects with a solid thwack.
Gravedigger: A second Ragnarok, it’s fuckin over.
Freddy Whoa: It’s-
We then see that this time it is Odin who has has his hand caught by Scarecrow, who smiles through his mask of crimson. The crowd goes wild and begins chanting ‘SCARE-CROW’ as he wraps his own hand round Balfore’s throat.
Freddy Whoa: THE CROWBREAKER.
In one huge effort, Scarecrow finally delivers his first bit of offence as he launches all 340lbs of Odin Balfore straight into the air and onto his waiting knee.
Gravedigger: NO, THAT WASN’T MEANT TO HAPPEN!
Scarecrow takes a couple of breaths and hooks Odin’s leg as Seth looks distraught at the turn this match has taken, he falls to his knees and begins to count.
Kickout! Odin gets a shoulder up and shoves Scarecrow away, Scarecrow takes a few much needed breaths and gets to his feet as Seth pumps his fist in happiness. A few drops of blood splash on the mat and he shakes his head, realising this needs to end quick, or he’ll be quickly ended himself. He rests back in the turnbuckle and spits some blood, whilst turning side on to Odin. He stamps the mat as he prepares The Wicked Kick of the West! Odin gets up and the kick connects absolutely flush, transforming a tooth into a projectile weapon into the crowd. He simply just turns his head and stares a pissed off glare straight at Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: Wicked Kick of the West!! Did nothing!!
Zach Davis: Say that to the poor lady in the back row who just got a tooth in her soda!
Gravedigger: This is off the fuckin hook, kill him Odin!!!
Scarecrow doesn’t relent, and saunters towards him but is hit with a Surtr’s Revenge knock out punch!! He staggers backwards but doesn’t go down, he instead just finds out of instinct and adrenalin alone, the energy to hit Odin with another Wicked Kick of the West, this one causes the giant to stagger backwards. They stare at each other for a couple of seconds until their legs turn to spaghetti and they both just crumple to the canvas. The crowd stand in great ovation, but then all look to the announce table as the ovation turns quickly to heavy booing as a grinning Zombie McMorris appears behind it and slowly makes his way over to the timekeeper’s area
Freddy Whoa: Hey what the-
Zach Davis: What the hell is McMorris doing here? How dare he ruin the spectacle these two men are putting on?!
Gravedigger: Hopefully it’s to beat the shit out of you.
He gives a cautionary glance to the ring and flips the bird to the crowd before scooping up the People’s Title belt, before hopping over the barrier and disappearing with it.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie McMorris has stolen the People’s Title belt!!
Zach Davis: That coward!! Waiting for Scarecrow to be incapacitated before he snuck down here and grabbed the belt
Gravedigger: What a tactician, if there is something to be said about Z-Mac it’s his mental prowess...ah fuck it. Good on ya motherfucker!!!
Scarecrow crawls over to the turnbuckle and manages to hoist himself up. He adjusts his jaw and takes a few massive breaths. Odin hoists himself up with seemingly greater difficulty and turns to face Scarecrow who is just stood staring at him with bloodshot eyes. Odin growls and storms over to him, only to run into ANOTHER Wicked Kick of the West. This time the giant goes straight down and Scarecrow covers him…
Freddy Whoa: BANG! It’s over. That’s one too many kicks to the face for Odin
Zach Davis: Scarecrow has done it. He has reached the finish line on his quest
Freddy Whoa: What the fuck?!!? How??? How on Earth??
Scarecrow simply flops over completely astounded at Odin’s resilience. He looks to almost be in tears. He stands up groggily, and Odin gets up also, using Crow to support his weight. Scarecrow looks down at him in sheer disgust and receives a slap for good measure. He furiously grabs Odin and smashes his face to the mat with a Murder of Crows!!
Freddy Whoa: Murder of Crows!! Surely, SURELY that’s gotta be it
Seth drops down as Scarecrow hooks his leg
Seth refuses to count three.
Zach Davis: Come on!
Gravedigger: Seth is the referee. Counts are to his discretion. Clearly there is something we haven't witnessed that gives Seth a reason not to finish the count here.
Freddy Whoa: Bullshit!
Scarecrow gets to his feet as Seth stands up. He gets right in Seth's face.
Gravedigger: Arguing with the referee and owner of the company? That's a paddlin'.
Crow pushes Seth, Seth pushes back. The fans chant.
Crowd: CROW! CROW! CROW!
Crow bites his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from making a mistake.... UNTIL BOOM! HE SWINGS AT SETH!
Zach Davis: YES!
NO! SETH DUCKS IT! Seth low blows Scarecrow!
Gravedigger: Oh come on. Terrible tactic by Scarecrow!
Crow goes down and Odin quickly throws his body on top of him. Seth with the fast count.
The lights go out.
Freddy Whoa: Whaaatt!?
Zach Davis: Odin Balfore has won this!.. hasn't he?!
The lights come back on.... TORTURE IS IN THE RING!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: TORTURE IS HERE!
Seth had no time to signal for the decision after his fast count. Torture spins him around and grabs him....
Freddy Whoa: TORTURE'S DEVICE!
Seth hits the mat. Odin has used the time to work his way to his feet, as has Crow. Odin glares at Torture for one second before getting a kick to the gut from Crow....
Gravedigger: MURDER OF CROWS! AGAIN!
Crow drops down and pins Odin Balfore. Torture grabs Seth's hand.
Zach Davis: SCARECROW WINS IT!
Crow rolls off of Balfore as his music begins to play.
Freddy Whoa: What a match! This was MONTHS in the making, and Scarecrow managed to defeat a WCF legend. A One main eventer, and a former World Champion!
Torture lifts Crow to his feet and raises his hand high in the air. The crowd pops for the exhausted Pantheon member.
Gravedigger: This is bullshit. Odin Balfore had the match won before Torture's interference. Seth counted the three, damnit!
Zach Davis: It was a fast count, firstly, after a low blow. Secondly, Scarecrow had Odin beat before that.. and Seth refused to count it! This is a victory for Scarecrow, no doubt.
Gravedigger: That's not the way I see it, Zach. This should have been a triumphant victory for Odin Balfore and Torture stole it away.
We go to a promo for next month's Aftermath as Torture celebrates with Scarecrow.
We cut backstage to see Hank Brown quietly awaiting the arrival of his next guest. Eventually Logan and Lilith step into the shot, cuddling each other beside him. Hank attempts to interrupt the couple as they begin to cuddle into each other even further, occasionally kissing each other on the lips.
Hank Brown: Logan... excuse me, excuse me. What in the world are you thinking?
A wave of boos hit Logan and Lilith as the couple remain completely oblivious to anything Hank Brown is attempting to ask them. Eventually growing tired of Hank Browns stupid face just being... right there and the idiots in the arena constantly booing, Lilith looks up at the interviewer and gives him a sarcastic smile.
Lilith: You want to ask my fiance some stupid little questions? You think he has time to play your games, Hank? You think he is remotely interested in talking to you? I'll tell you what... you get these brain dead morons who call themselves fans to shut the hell up and we might consider playing along with your little game. Then again, maybe not. See we have much bigger and better things to do tonight... such as celebrate my win over Marc Mayhem.
The boos become even louder as Hank Brown watches the couple leave the area, but before they do, Logan reaches back towards Hank Brown and rips the microphone from his hand.
Logan: Hotdogs suck.
The world collectively gasps. A few Logan fans watching from home are having panic attacks. Camera fades out.
It's official! Hell has frozen over!!!
Actually, Gonzo and his new friends have finished setting up kegs, and Gonzo is now rolling up a J, as people cycle through to get themselves a refreshing PBR, fresh from the tap, either before, after, or instead of going to their match. However, the room got real hushed, as Pantheon, led by both Corey Black and Jayson Price, with Jay Omega and Alex Richards in tow. Gonzo stands up from his camping chair, which he has set right next to the keg, and grabs the spigot for the keg. Both Mod Deuce and Michael Steele appear at his side, each drinking a beer, as Gonzo says to the members of PANTHEON...
Gonzo Murdock: How goes it?
Corey Black: It goes...
Jayson Price: Dude, where's the free beer I keep hearing about?
Alex Richards: This is a bad idea, and I know bad ideas!
Jay Omega: Dude, chill! If he wanted a fight, he probably would've started one by now...
Gonzo Murdock: True story, but I'm just happy to be back. Vacation got old, fast. Where's the rest of the crew?
Corey Black: Crow's getting ready for Odin. And the kid needs all the preparation he can get. And I haven't seen Chelsea all night...
Alex Richards: Blue Lady and the ICEMAN are wrestling, I think... The OTHER, OTHER wrestling.
Gonzo Murdock: Gross... Well, I wish Crow the best of luck. Here's to him kicking Odin a new asshole to shit out of...
PANTHEON: HERE, HERE!!!
Gonzo raises his beer, when Jayson says...
Jayson Price: Why am I going to ask the same question again about beer? And CD? Got any sodas for him? He don't drink.
Gonzo Murdock: Aren't you guys wrestling later?
Jayson Price: GIVE ME A FUCKING BEER, DAD!
Gonzo Murdock: Really?
Mod Deuce: Jesus, guy!
Mod grabs the spigot from Gonzo, and pours out a beer for Price, while Michael procures a Diet Coke for Corey. Mod hands the beer to Price, who immediately takes a big pull from the beer, followed by a large belch, and says...
Jayson Price: Ahhhhh, I needed that... Hey, wait a second... You look familiar... Aren't you that guy who got his ass kicked by a tranny a year ago?
Mod's face drops, as he walks away. Jayson Price laughs and follows Mod, as he says...
Jayson Price: Dude, I'm just fucking with you! Dude, come back! I got more shit to talk!!!
Both walk off, as Jay Omega steps forward and says...
Jay Omega: Hey, I hope there's no hard feelings about the last match...
Gonzo Murdock: There aren't any, with either match. You beat me fair and square, and there's nothing I can say or do to change that. And you weren't the bitch-ass cock-jockey who put me on the shelf, so that helps. And since we're getting shit off of our chests, I want you to know that I wasn't looking to be putting you on the shelf back in October...
Jay Omega: You don't have to say anything...
Gonzo Murdock: No, I fucked you up bad and wrong. Least I could do was pay your bills for a mistake that I made. We are professionals, right?
Michael Steele: Yeah, real professionals, you guys. Drinking beers and smoking weed before you even step into the ring!
Alex Richards: Do you need a hug? Or pills? Cause I got some pills that will totally help you shit out that stick that is lodged far and deep up your ass... And Gonzo, dude, where's the fucking Zima?
Gonzo Murdock: I saw Zima in Japan this month. But do they even make Zima here, anymore? Or Zomething different?
Alex Richards: You're not that bad! And here I thought I was going to have to take pills for something other than enjoyment!
Before Gonzo responds with a weird look, Alex wanders off, oblivious to the look. Jay and Corey then begin to speak to Gonzo...
Corey Black: All I can say is I'm glad there's more good guys floating around in the back, again. Place got weird after you left.
Jay Omega: He's not kidding. Cairo's the champ, and being a total jackass...
Gonzo Murdock: Are you surprised? Man, I knew once he got the strap again, he was going to turn into a paranoid child. Did you see him lose his shit when I mentioned the possibility that I might be getting lined up for a World Title run?
Jay Omega: Well, that's just fear running from his mouth. He's been doing it to everyone that's even mentioned the World Heavyweight Title...
Gonzo Murdock: No shit. I knew Bobby's a child, but running down the competition like that? And the bad part is, I'm still the Chief Diplomat to Poon Guinea, so I still got to deal with his shit...
Jay Omega: Speaking of that, I got some stuff I'd like to talk to you about with the Maritopian Defense Forces, if you don't mind.
Gonzo Murdock: Well, I...
Before Gonzo could respond, Corey Black then says...
Corey Black: And we got some other, more important wrestling stuff to talk over with you. In private...
Both members of PANTHEON turn and walk away, as they gesture for Gonzo to follow. Gonzo holds up the J he rolled, then shrugs his shoulders, and sticks the J behind his ear, as he follows the remaining two members of PANTHEON from the catering area. Michael stands there with his beer, watching all of this go down, as he says to himself...
Michael Steele: This is going to turn into childcare, isn't it?
Zach Davis: It’s finally time for our huge main-event!
Freddy Whoa: Two members of the Pantheon are facing The Poondock Saints for the WCF Tag-Team Championships!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the WCF Tag-Team Championships!
Pantheon’s theme plays through the arena and there are some golden lights illuminating some stagehands rolling out a red carpet that runs all the way down the ramp. Price and Omega step out with their belts around their waists and stand on the stage for a moment, soaking in the reaction.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challengers… they are two members of the Pantheon… The WCF Cruiserweight Jayson Price and WCF Hardcore Champion Jay Omeeeegaaaa!
They slowly walk to the ring, entering and waiting for their opponents to appear.
Gravedigger: Pantheon wants to take control of WCF by winning the WCF Tag-Team Championships. That way almost every title belongs to them!
The lights in the arena go black. A cheer comes up from the crowd and then mates with a chant, a MASSIVE IRREPRESSIBLE chant from every corner of the arena, from every poon and thick in attendance tonight.
Crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
The excitement reaches a fever pitch. The fans froth at their collective mouths in anticipation of the thick shit that's bout it bout it, ready to cum in mere moments, though they're still shrouded in darkness save for cellphone flash bulbs so y'all can't really see it but y'all can feel it. The giddy aura of the WCF Universe is instantly impregnated by the sound of a gunshot.
"Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube tears through the PA system like the thickness does the poon. Simultaneously, the lights come back up in full-on strobe mode with red and green flashing all about the building in every which way. White people be dancin' the Jitterbug, but hey-- at least they gettin down to them thick gangsta rap sounds. The entire crowd is vibing, smoking phat blunts, tippin them forties, motorboatin' the biggest and baddest titties.
Kaz Mazy and Bobby Cairo emerge in the crowd, being led toward the ring by their manager Bolts Quackenbush, who's waving that Old Glory Poon Guinean Flag with the hammer and sickle and them fifty stars and thirteen bars.
Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints are in the house!
Freddy Whoa: Thickest entrance in this business today, Zach. Look at them white folk dancin' the Jitterbug. Crazy ass white folk.
Bitches be gettin their twerk on as Dre and Cube pay tribute with homicidal lyrics. Bolts hurdles over the fan barrier, never wavering from that flag but waving it like the proud military veteran that he be. Cairo and Mazy hop over the barrier and present a united front as they wait for their match to begin.
Crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
Bolts whipping that flag into a frenzy to accommodate the patriotic legions in attendance.
Zach Davis: Godfatherdamn, I'm proud to be a Poon Guinean.
Freddy Whoa: Me too, Zach. Me too. Ain't no Poon Guineans ever held my ancestors as slaves. Just smashed that molten nigress poon, and that's alright with me. Hell, I do the same Godfatherdamn thang. Not with my ancestors, but you catch my drift.
Zach Davis: Yeah I do, Freddy. Yeah I do, and I wish I was as thick as you.
Freddy Whoa: Someday, Zach. Someday you will be. Sorry-- that was a lie.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents… They are the WCF Tag-Team Champions… Kaz Mazy and the WCF World Champion Bobby Cairo… THE POONDOOOOCK SAAAAAAAIIINTS!
Bobby Cairo and Jay Omega stand at their corner as Kaz Mazy and Jayson Price enter the ring, starting the match.
DING DING DING!
Jayson Price quickly attacks Kaz Mazy with some punches and pushes him into the corner. Price runs and tries to attack Mazy but he dodges it. After that they do a Lock up and Mazy grabs Price’s head starting a Headlock. The Cruiserweight champion pushes Mazy into the ropes and leapfrogs over him when he comes towards him. The tag-team champion continues to run to the ropes and Jayson hits an Arm Drag, throwing his opponent to the floor.
Gravedigger: This is boring!
Zach Davis: Shut up Gravedigger, this is Explosion’s main event, how is this boring?!
Jayson tries to start a Single leg Boston Crab but Kaz reverses it sending Price to the floor and starting an Arm Lock. Price screams for a few seconds but quickly gets rid of the submission hold. Both wrestlers get up.
Freddy Whoa: Short Arm Clothesline by Jayson Price!
Kaz Mazy gets up fast but Price punishes him with a Release Belly to Belly Suplex! And successfully applies the Single Leg Boston Crab.
Gravedigger: Another submission hold? For god’s sake…
Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy is in trouble!
Freddy Whoa: He is trying to reach the ropes…
Mazy crawls and touches the ropes. Price breaks the hold, gets up and pushes Kaz into the corner. Price runs but Mazy hits his elbow on the opponent’s chin, climbing the corner. Mazy jumps…
Gravedigger: Wow! Beautiful Diving Crossbody! Finally some action on this match!
Price slowly gets up after the Crossbody and gets sent to the mat with a Hurricanrana by half of the Poondock Saints. Mazy drags him to his corner and tags with Bobby Cairo.
Zach Davis: Here comes the World Champion!
Before Mazy goes to his corner he sets up Jayson Price for a Northern Lights while Cairo simultaneously hooks him up for the PerfectPlex.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Kush Pusher! Cairo covers Price!
Price kicks out! Bobby gets up and stomps Price a few times. He lifts him up… Atomic Drop! And Cairo takes advantages of Jayson’s leg being hurt and applies a Figure-Four leglock!
Gravedigger: The Cruiserweight champion is on the center of the ring! How will he get out of this?
Bobby Cairo holds the maneuver for a while but Jay Omega, seeing his partner in a dangerous position, enters the ring and kicks Cairo on his head, breaking the hold. Price’s leg is hurt but he stomps Cairo with the other one.
Zach Davis: Price is getting the WCF World Champion up… Snap Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: And Price starts a Hangman's Clutch!
Mazy stretches his arm trying to tag with his partner but Price pressures Cairo really hard, making the hold almost impossible to break. After a few seconds, Price tags with Omega and breaks the hold. He pushes Cairo to the ropes… Double Dropkick!
Gravedigger: Great teamwork by Price and Omega!
Cairo gets up slowly and Omega waits for him. He runs… Rolling Wheel Kick! Cover…
Cairo lifts his shoulder! Omega grabs his head and gets the World Champion up. He lifts him and hits a strong Scoop Slam. Cairo rolls to the ropes and gets up with its help. Omega runs… Enzuigiri on Cairo’s head!
Zach Davis: What an impact! It threw Bobby outside!
Mazy tries to help his partner getting up but Omega leaves the ring and kicks Mazy many times. Kaz ripostes and kicks him really hard too. Price appears from behind hitting Kaz on his head. Both members of Pantheon assault Mazy but Cairo helps him hitting a Double Running Lariat on Price and Jay!
Freddy Whoa: Impressive move by Cairo! That’s why this man is the WCF World Champion!
Cairo grabs Omega and puts him inside the ring. Jay gets up going the to corner, trying to recover but Bobby chases him and hits some Knife Edge Chops!
Zach Davis: Cairo is dealing some strong chops! Omega’s chest is red!
Cairo grabs Jay’s arm and pushes him in the other corner. Bobby punches him many times and then puts him over the turnbuckle, grabbing his arm and legs.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Superplex by Cairo! Cover!
Omega kicks out! Cairo grabs his head and drags him near Kaz Mazy. They tag and Cairo puts Jay Omega over his shoulders, in a position for a Powerbomb. Mazy climbs the turnbuckle…
Gravedigger: What a move! Kaz Mazy hit a Clothesline while Bobby Cairo applied a Powerbomb on Jay Omega! Kaz pins him.
Th-No! Omega lifts his shoulder! Mazy grabs his opponent’s head, goes near the ropes… Springboard Float Over DDT!
Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints are dominating the match!
Mazy gets Jay up, pushes him into the ropes…
Freddy Whoa: Price interferes and hits a Rolling Elbow on Kaz Mazy!
Gravedigger: Bobby Cairo enters the ring too and sends him to outside the ring!
Cairo and Price fight on the outside of the ring and Omega and Mazy are both down. After a few seconds they slowly get up and trade some punches. Kaz takes advantage and applies a Belly to Belly Suplex. Cover!
Omega kicks out! Kaz gets angry, gets his opponent up, applies an Irish Whip to the corner…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! JAY OMEGA APPLIES AN OVER THE TOP OUT OF NOWHERE! COVER!
Zach Davis: NO! I thought it was over but Mazy got his shoulder up!
Cairo and Price are at their corners again and Omega and Kaz crawl to make the tag.
Gravedigger: Tag made by both! Cairo runs and hits a Clothesline on Price! And another one!
Price gets up after the second Clothesline and gets hit by an European Uppercut. He goes down to the mat but Cairo gets him up again and throws him outside the ring. He follows him and applies an Irish Whip.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price reverses it…
Freddy Whoa: CAIRO’S FACE GOES AGAINST THE STEEL STEPS!
Price gets Cairo up and puts him inside the ring and covers him.
Cairo kicks out and Price starts a Standing Guillotine Choke! The crowd chants for Bobby Cairo while hitting on the barrier and he reverses the hold. He tries to send Price against the ropes but he reverses it. Cairo goes to the ropes… Powerslam by Price!
Gravedigger: And now it’s Omega and Price who are taking control of the match!
Jayson starts a Sleeper Hold! Cairo struggles to get rid of it but he can’t and starts to faint. The referee calls for Bobby but he doesn’t answer. He lifts his arm and drops it. It falls.
The referee does it again.
Bobby Cairo suddenly wakes up and gets up slowly while punching Price. He manages to break the hold.
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! OH MY GOD!
Cairo and Price stay down. The crowd goes crazy! Cairo slowly crawls to Price trying to cover him. He rolls his body and puts his arm over his chest.
No! Jay Omega steps on Cairo and interrupts the counting! Kaz Mazy appears… What a kick on Omega’s head! Price appears from behind… DOWNFALL ON KAZ MAZY! He rolls to outside the ring and Cairo grabs Price’s legs…
Freddy Whoa: CAIROPRACTOR APPLIED!
Price screams in pain trying to escape but he can’t. He’s on the center of the ring making a huge effort to crawl to the ropes but he can’t move. The crowd cheers for Cairo as he pressures Price’s spine.
Gravedigger: Price will tap-out!
Price fights to reach the ropes but he is too far. His hand is almost taping the mat but Omega comes and breaks the hold. He lifts Cairo… Spinebuster! Mazy appears on the ring too… Frankensteiner on The Omega Man!
Zach Davis: Jayson Price gets up… Price Check on Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: Cairo turns to him… PRICE CHECK ON CAIRO TOO! Cover!
Th-Cairo kicks out. Price gets him up… Release German Suplex! And Price mounts Cairo and punches him many times!
Gravedigger: Wow! This is getting interesting! Price usually takes a more technical approach but he is really mad!
Price gets Cairo up again and hits a Cravate Suplex! Jay Omega enters the ring too and helps him… Double Suplex! Cover by Jayson!
Cairo lifts his shoulder! Price gets him up, pushes him into the ropes… Chop Block by Cairo! This may be the chance the World champion has to capitalize! Kaz is begging for the tag… Cairo crawls to him… TAG MADE!
Zach Davis: HERE COMES KAZ!
Kaz catches Price before he's able to tag Omega. Price gets to his feet and turns, but Kaz still has him by the foot.
Freddy Whoa: ENZIGURI BY PRICE!
NO!, Kaz ducks it and then flips Price over. Kaz is positioned behind Price.
Gravedigger: He grabs him..
Zach Davis: LUBRICATION TWIST!
Price drops and Kaz lands on top of him, hooking the leg.
Omega and Cairo enter the ring.
Cairo stops Omega from interfering in the fall!
Gravedigger: THE POONDOCK SAINTS RETAIN!
The bell sounds. This doesn't stop Cairo and Omega from brawling, of course. Omega takes a wild swing-
Freddy Whoa: R-CAIRO!
CAIRO DROPS OMEGA WITH THE R-CAIRO! The crowd pops as Cairo springs back up as Omega rolls out of the ring. Price quickly joins him as the two Pantheon members backpeddle up the ramp.
Zach Davis: The Jays may not have been able to capture the Tag Team Titles here tonight, but Omega proved he could wrestle a match against one of the best in the company, Occulo, then compete at the same level as Bobby Cairo and Kaz Mazy.
Freddy Whoa: We've got Jay Omega versus Dune next month. Who knows what happens with Cairo, but if he makes it to Mexico as the Champion, we COULD have Jay Omega versus Bobby Cairo, one on one.
Gravedigger: What a night, guys. What a night.
As both teams are recovering in the ring and at ringside the lights suddenly cut out and we see a spotlight snap on at the top of the ramp. The crowd builds excitement that quickly turns to savage boos as Buddy Roman steps out, a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand.
Buddy: Well isn’t this a sweet sight?
Crowd boos some more.
Buddy Roman: Excuse me, yes I know the display of wrestling you just witnessed is boo worthy, go show them your hate!
Crowd boos, several ‘Fuck you Roman’s’ thrown in alongside.
Buddy Roman: It’s been very interesting for me these past few weeks, it almost seems that you have *gasp* forgotten about us. It’s true; we’ve been through some sad sad times. I still stare at the selfies I took with Steven at Christmas; it was such a beautiful time. Now though, we have these groups of lower tier wrestlers in the ring at main event time, this won’t do, this won’t do at all. Let me remind you just who we are…
A second spotlight next to him appears and into it walks the hulking Zombie McMorris, stolen People’s Title around his shoulder.
Buddy Roman: One of the most talented, rugged, full bodied, hardcore and beautifully skilled wrestlers in the company, a man with more talent in his toenails than the ‘men’ in the ring tonight my client Zombie McMorris!
A third spotlight and in steps the great Natural ICE Beckman, a smile on his face.
Buddy Roman: The greatest WCF World Champion in this company’s storied history my son NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!! Don’t you people understand? This man would walk through every of you in that ring…and already has. We have taken a back seat since the loss of Steven, gods rest his soul, but do you think that was because we’re somehow wounded and defeated?
The crowd shouts ‘YES’
Buddy Roman: Buddy Roman is many things, but Buddy Roman is never wounded, and you can be damned sure Buddy Roman is never defeated. You see we…
A fourth spotlight appears on the staging.
Buddy Roman: …ARE THE VAPOR KINGS.
A long pause before the space in the bright white light is filled by the lithe and languid form of Joseph fucking Flash, a thin smile drawing across his face. The lights go up as we see all four men stood side by side as the crowd goes wild with both excitement and hate. Security stream out from the back blocking any route toward the ring.
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ…
Freddy Whoa: Not Jesus Christ, Joey Flash.
Gravedigger: This is beautiful, this is brilliant. Mister Roman we are not worthy.
Zach Davis: Only the twisted mind of that man could resurrect The Vapor Kings on such a day…
Gravedigger: Who fucking cares, this is awesome.
We see the teams in the ring staring down the ring toward The Vapor Kings and then at each other in nothing but animosity. We scan back to the top of the ramp to see the proud father, Zombie McMorris, Natural ICE Beckman and now, Joey Flash doing what they do best. Embracing the hate.