03/27/2016


Slam Intro

Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: This... THIS is how we're starting our show?

Seth Lerch doesn't walk so much as he stumbles out. He's got his Bicardi 151 bottle with him as he stumbles up the ramp and to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: The show is just starting and Seth is already drunk.

Gravedigger: Big surprise...

Seth drunkenly grabs the mic away from Kyle.

Seth Lerch: Two weeks from now at Slam 350.... I go... one on one... in Philadelphia... with the South Street Menace himself... Jayson Price.

The crowd pops for the former World Champion!

Seth Lerch: Jayson Price! The biggest letdown in WCF history. Let's be honest, when Seth Lerch decides to push somebody, they deliver. Back in the day? Mace delivered. Gravedigger delivered.

Gravedigger: Damn right.

Seth Lerch: Logan delivered. Skyler Striker, Torture, Slickie T, Johnny Reb, Odin Balfore, Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, ICE Beckman, Dune, Joey Flash... and Wade Moor. They've all delivered.

The crowd pops for big names.

Seth Lerch: But Jayson Price? He's my greatest mistake. He DIDN'T deliver. I'd say his reigns weren't memorable, but that would be a lie - his first reign was so short it was SUPER memorable, because he sucks so much. Ha!

Seth starts cracking up laughing.

Seth Lerch: HA! ... HA! HA HA!

Seth stops.

Seth Lerch: I'm talking about your first reign as WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, Price. This isn't a joke to me, but that reign was a joke to the fans. You made a mockery of my Title and of my company!

Seth stares into the camera.

Seth Lerch: At Slam 350, I promise this: Jayson Price's attempt at relevance ends. At Slam 350, Jayson Price becomes a non-entity, a nobody, a has-been... no. A never-was.

Seth nods as we go to our Slam opening.

Raymond Hatcher vs Bad News Benson vs Nagasaki vs Emeka Nnamani vs Warbird vs Lucious Starr vs Griffin vs Psycho Dragon

We hear “Chariots Of Fire” by Faith No More begin to play through the arena, it is followed by a chorus of boos. On the titan tron we see a compilation of Raymond Hatcher violently abusing several wrestlers with a combination of Brain Busters, missile dropkicks, Improvement-Plexes, STFs etc. Out from the curtain we see Raymond Hatcher emerge wearing a black robe accentuated with gold stitching, his black boots stick out at the bottom and we can see his hands are covered in black athletic tape. Hatcher has a stern, focused lookon his face as he makes his way down to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring weighing in at one hundred thirty-four pounds, he hails from Los Angeles, California, USA…The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!

Hatcher gets down to ringside and then walks around to the side of the ring where the hard camera is located, he moves passed the fans in the front row, most of which are jeering at him, he stops in the dead center of the front row where we see seated behind the barrier is his longtime friend Luciano Baltazar. Luciano is decked out in a gorgeous three piece suit.

Gravedigger: And there you see Luciano Baltazar, Hatcher’s good friend and the owner of my favorite casino in Las Vegas. I’ve got a special suite there everytime I go, love that place.

Freddy Whoa: No one cares.

Gravedigger: Don’t start with me already.

Luciano climbs to his feet and the two men embrace in a handshake with Luciano whispering something into Hatcher’s ear. With a smile on his face Hatcher nods his head in agreement before pulling away and climbing up onto the ring apron.

Zach Davis: I’m not sure what Luciano said to Hatcher, but it seemed to put a smile on his face. Why is Luciano here at ringside anyway.

Gravedigger: For moral support of course.

Zach Davis: I hope that’s all.

Hatcher slowly wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing through the ropes into the ring. Hatcher stays close to the ropes as he removes his robes revealing his all black ring attire underneath which is comprised of a simple pair of trunks and kneepads. Hatcher leans through the ropes handing his ornate robe off to a ringside hand. He then adjusts his kneepads making sure they are secured in place as we hear “Chariots Of Fire” by Faith No More fade out.

Zach Davis: This match is an EIGHT man match where the first one to score a pinfall and or submission is the winner!

Gravedigger: Not elimination is what you're saying, right?

Zach Davis: That's right!

Bad News Benson just stomps his way down to the ring.

Zach Davis: Surprise.. he's pissed!

"Kabuki Gomen-Jyo" by Wadaiko Matsuriza hits the PA as a compilation of Nagasaki's past sumo victories is played on the jumbotron. He then lumbers on to the stage with his manager Mr. Nobunaga, Nobunaga is carrying a box in his left hand and a sword in the other. Nagasaki begins the sumo war dance, then bows to show respect to the audience. He walks down the ramp, climbs the steps of the ring, hoists the top rope up and steps between it and the middle rope. Once on the ring he faces where his opponent will enter, puts on the headband and mask and begins another war dance.

Zach Davis: Nagasaki is certainly becoming one of WCF's fan favorites for 2016 so far!

Freddy Whoa: Whoooaa bro I was just gonna say the same shiznit!

'Ladyflash' by The Go Team blares out to a ripple of glee from the capacity crowd. An idiot in a lion costume prances to the top of the ramp and raises his arms while bellowing an unearthly battle roar. It swiftly stalks up the aisle and arrives before an obviously planted child in the front row. The youngster wails and shrieks as the 'lion' is about to strike.

SUDDENLY, Emeka Nnamani runs out to a colossal, pee-inducing pop and clotheslines the shit out of the lion. The lion's head comes off, exposing a random crew member's ugly face. Emeka gives the lion head to the lucky child who wears it for the rest of the night. He turns and gestures to the entranceway. Several other costumed jungle creatures of many breeds come out and carry the fallen lion off on a stretcher. Emeka continues to run to the ring before leaping in and shaking the ropes like a warrior who could be described as ultimate.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from a land far, far away... The Concept... EMEKA NNAMANI!

Gravedigger: This right here is my favorite!

Zach Davis: This? It's a he.

Gravedigger: Yeah, whatever, I love him! THIS is WCF right here.. THIS is Wrestling!

Freddy Whoa: It's coo, It's coo.

Warbird doesn't even have music, he just jumps from behind the announcers and slides into the ring.

Zach Davis: Warbird has entered the match now too.

Gravedigger: A man just like me.. A man who wants to fight and will do whatever it is to get ahead! Even if you have to wear a mask and manipulate everyone to get ahead. Remind you of someone?

Freddy Whoa: Oh whatever.

Zach Davis: Warbird doesn't need to hide his face like you did though..

"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start walks out from backstage, surveying the crowd. He nods, pointing to the ring. He starts down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then pops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his match to begin.

Zach Davis: Starr has entered the match now..

Gravedigger: He joins Griffin who was already in the match of course.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, we didn't see Griffin enter but he's in there!

The arena suddenly goes pitch black as Dragon logo appears on the WCFtron. "Turn the page" by Metallica starts playing as flashes of multicolored lights hit at the entrance and the arena lights fade up slowly. Out steps Psycho Dragon wearing a black silk robe with the hood over his mask. Psycho Psycho Dragon Dragon is right behind him wearing a Psycho Dragon t-shirt. He stands there for a second and then starts walking towards the ring and pushes the hood off of his mask. He walks right towards a group of Beachkrew fans holding up signs and shoots the double bird in their faces. Psycho Psycho Dragon Dragon walks up to the same fans and shoots the bird too. He turns away and the group start chanting Bechkrew so he turns back towards them grabs one of their beers and pours it over the guys head. He drops the cup and shoots the double bird again. Psycho Psycho Dragon Dragon throws some popcorn on top of his head also.

Zach Davis: And this match is ready to begin!

Gravedigger: Remember, just score a pinfall or submission and the match is yours!

Freddy Whoa: So no elimination, right?

Gravedigger: Were you not listening earlier? We already went over this!

DING DING DING!

Zach Davis: And Explosion is under way!

Griffin goes for a clothesline but Emeka Nnamani ducks and hits a stiff sidekick! Griffin goes down!

Zach Davis: Oh wow!

Emeka Nnamani has his back to Warbird and Warbird locks on the Vertibreaker and hits it!

Zach Davis: Warbird just hit the FEEL THE PAIN and its over!

Gravedigger: Oh wait, look out!

Warbird gets to his feet and hits the Hells Wrath dropping Warbird on his face as he rolls out of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAAAA

Zach Davis: Starr in control but look here!

Psycho Dragon turns Starr around and hits the Dragon Driver! Starr is out and rolls out of the ring!

Crowd: PSYCHO DRAGON. PSYCHO DRAGON. (Airhorn)

Zach Davis: Look out!

Dragon can't even get to his feet before he's punted in the head by Bad News Benson!

Gravedigger: THAT looked rough! Ouch!

Zach Davis: Bad News is STILL pissed..

Freddy Whoa: At what?

Zach Davis: Life.

Benson turns around and palm struck in the chest sending him to the mat by Nagasaki! From there Nagasaki just bonzai drops onto him in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: OHHH MAAANNNNN NAGASAKI JJUST CRUSHED BENSON!

Nagasaki still sitting on Benson gets dropkicked in the face by Raymond Hatcher! Nagasaki gets hit and rolls out of the ring as Hatcher picks up Benson and hits a Brain Buster! Warbird slides back into the ring just as Hatcher turns around and they double clothesline and go down!

Zach Davis: Oh my! Hatcher kicked Nagasaki right in the face!

Gravedigger: It looks as if Warbird is getting to his feet!

Freddy Whoa: So is Hatcher!

Hatcher is up, Warbird runs at him and Hatcher throws him out. Hatcher turns to Benson...

Zach Davis: IMPROVEMENT PLEX!

Hatcher pins Benson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Gravedigger: Raymond Hatcher wins it! Classic clusterfuck action.

Hatcher stands and gets his arm raised, staring into the camera.

Return Segment

The arena goes pitch black.

Child's Voice: He's here!

"Reach Down" by Temple of The Dog starts playing as flashes of white strobe filter threw the smoke and Adam Young steps out into the arena.

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

The house lights fade back up as Adam Young is making his way to the ring carrying a black velvet sack as he is sporting his newly won TCW Lone Star championship in his blue jeans, black Ariat boots, and a black "1 Sick Bastard" t-shirt. He climbs up to the middle step and looks around.

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Adam just smiles as he wipes his feet before climbing into the ring. Adam climbs up on the second rope and raises the sack up in the air. Adam drops down and calls for a microphone.

Adam Young: Chicago, Illinois!

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Adam Young: Damn been gone for less than a coon's age and you still love a mother fucker like me! Well if you've been keeping up with WCF social media you most likely know why I'm back in a WCF ring right now. I know you fans of WCF love the tech side of the sport along with the high flying but don't you miss the straight up down and dirty WCF sometimes? That's what I'm trying to get Seth to bring back to WCF at least once a year. So I've went out and had something made so we can crown the very first WCF Deathmatch King or Queen.

Adam pulls out this ten pounds of gold championship belt with just the word "Deathmatch" written on it like it's dripping blood.

Adam Young: Tonight I begin scouting the sickest son of bitches in WCF right now. Don't worry though favors have gone out to WCF legends as well so you will get to see the sickest WCF has ever had to offer. Only thing is since it is my brain child I will not be fighting for the crown.

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Adam Young: Now the boys and girls in the back need to show us just how sick and twisted they can get.

"Reach Down" starts playing again as Adam walks out with the championship over his left shoulder and the crowd chanting for him.

Vulgar/Chaos vs Freezer Burn/Andre Jenson vs Caleb Ronan/Jesper Lund

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

He’s a monster, but of a much worse variety than the women were worried about.

This Love by Pantera. For the first couple of seconds, the stage is blank, only a image of the name "ChAos" covered in barbed wire shows, then, the lights go up and Chaos is just standing there, just before the rock starts. When the rock kicks in, he does a Roman Reigns style roar, with the Extreme Championship around his waist, and a trash can FULL of weapons. He walks to the ring, throws the crash can inside, and climbs in via the steps, and prepares to fight.

The music plays through the intro and 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon appears from the backstage area. He stands there, soaking in the audience reaction and returns a sadistic sneer. He walks down the rampway, an occasional brush of his hand to a nnearby fan, before using the steps to enter the ring.

He raises both arms in pre-match triumph, a brilliant blue and red spray of pyrotechnics exploding from the four cornerposts. He rushes under the bottom rope, out to the ringside area, mock backhanding a fan and mouthing off to the audience for a few seconds before giving the sudience a double birdie. The pyros die down, as he gives another random obsene gesture, slips back under the bottom rope and into the ring.

He goes to a second turnbuckle, does a crotch grab toward the audience, and gives them another double birdie and sadistic sneer as the music fades away.

A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"

Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp. He then puts his hand up and goes back to fetch his magnificent horse!

His horse is one of those stage broom gallopers, he starts "riding" the horse to the ring after insisting a stage hand follows him, bashing two halves of a coconut together.

He enters the ring after looking underneath it, then he finds what he's looking for, a small money pouch before rolling under the bottom rope. When in the ring he takes a few dice from the pouch and rolls them. He looks at them appraisingly before smiling, turning to the crowd and doing a very manly fist pump. He shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm.

Some Nights by fun. hits. Caleb walks down to the ring looking at his smart phone the entire time. Sometimes he stops to take a selfie.

The arena lights begin to flicker as "Time of Decay" by Dysrider begins to play. The lights begin to flash like lightning as "KRAKEN" appears on the jumbotron. Out steps Jesper and he kneels down in the entrance praying to the Gods of Asgard. He jumps up and starts walking towards the ring with a strange look on his face. He circles the ring just staring into the ring. He walks back up the entrance and stops never taking his eyes off the ring. He runs towards the ring sliding under the ropes and then crawls towards the corner. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and does a backflip back into the ring. He kneels down to pray once more to the Gods of Asgard.

Zach Davis: Some really weird teams here, but here we go!

Gravedigger: That's Seth Booking 101. Sometimes I really question his decision making.

Freddy Whoa: You don't say...

Freezer Burn starts the match for his team, Chaos for his, and Caleb Ronan for his. Ronan and Freezer Burn begin talking trash to each other until Chaos runs up; he's pie-faced by both FB and Ronan. He gets back up and runs at them again, this time ducking under them and coming back off the ropes and dropping them both with a Double Arm Clothesline.

Zach Davis: Chaos attempting to take on both men!

Ronan and FB get back to their feet. Ronan runs at Chaos and executes a Running Single Leg Front Dropkick.

Freddy Whoa: He hits his I'm Offended!

Gravedigger: He has a name for almost all of his moves! Luckily I've made a cheatsheet so I remember. Maybe later we'll see the Outraged, the Occupy Wall Street, or the Friend Request!

Ronan gets back up and is spun around by Freezer Burn. Freezer Burn jabs him in the throat, spinning him around, before he executes an Inverted Atomic Drop, transitioning into a Belly to Belly Suplex!

Zach Davis: Big move from Freezer Burn! Too bad he doesn't have any fancy names for his moves.

Freezer Burn pins Ronan.

One.

Two.

Nope, broken up by Chaos. Chaos backs up and then Vulgar tags himself in.

Freddy Whoa: These two are far from the best of friends, and you can tell right there.

Vulgar comes in and gouges Freezer Burn's eyes. He lifts Ronan up and hits a quick Half Nelson Suplex before pinning him.

One.

Two.

Broken up by Andre Jenson, who was just tagged in by Freezer Burn. Jenson lifts Vulgar up and ducks a Clothesline attempt from him before catching him in a Belly to Belly!

Gravedigger: Andre Jenson has such deceptive strength.

Caleb Ronan has tagged in The Kraken! Kraken Springboards in and attempts a Rolling Neckbreaker but Jenson catches him and turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex.

Zach Davis: Andre Jenson, standing tall!

Jenson tags Freezer Burn back in. Vulgar runs at him and he gets caught in a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker! Freezer Burn then applies an Ankle Lock!

Freddy Whoa: ANKLE LOCK APPLIED!

Gravedigger: One of the most painful moves in wrestling! Can Vulgar resist tapping out!?

The Kraken grabs Freezer Burn from behind, grappling him, but Freezer Burn elbows his way out of it. Freezer Burn sends Kraken to the ropes and catches him on his way back, executing a Powerslam into pin!

One!

Two!

No!, broken up by Vulgar.

Zach Davis: Several nearfalls thus far. Always hard to get a win in a match like this because there are so many other competitors that want to disrupt your pin.

Vulgar runs at Freezer Burn and drops him with an Enziguri. Freezer Burn rolls out of the ring, making Jenson legal. Jenson runs at Vulgar and Vulgar grabs him and hits a T-Bone Suplex, sending him out of the ring as well.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Vulgar has a gameplan!

Vulgar measures Kraken as he gets to his feet...

Gravedigger: Chaos tags himself in!

Vulgar turns towards Chaos, angry. Vulgar throws his Cancer Powder into his face!

Zach Davis: Oh shit!

Kraken has tagged in Ronan. Ronan is up top....

Freddy Whoa: LITERALLY AMAZING!

Onto Chaos!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds.

Gravedigger: Caleb Ronan wins it for his team!

Zach Davis: Partially in thanks to Chaos and Vulgar not being able to work together!

Team Rekt Em Segment

"Queen" by Perfume Genius plays as Rekt' Em walks out onto the entrance ramp slapping each other's ass in a sportsmen-style...a lot. As one passes the other on the way down the ramp, they continue to slap each other's asses.

Kyle Steele: On their way to the ring, REKT 'EM!

The team enters the ring, high fiving and continuing to slap each other's asses. Jack Schlongson walks over and grabs a mic from a ring attendee before moving back to the center of the ring, surrounded by his team mates.

Jack Schlongson: Whaddup, bitchez? Now, we know you have been missing your daily intake of Rekt 'Em, huns, but don't worry yaselves. We don't have any intention of going any time soon.

Jack winks into the camera.

Jack Schlongson: Unfortunately, the big ole' baddies upstairs don't like Rekt 'Em and are doing everything in their power to keep us from being booked. Ain't it a shame? But don't cry just yet, bay-bay, because Rekt 'Em has a few more tricks up their tights to convince those dicks-in-the-mud that they should book Rekt 'Em. Lift me up, bois, its announcement time.

Jack smiles as his team maters hoist them onto his shoulders.

Jack Schlongson: Sluts and hunks, it occurred to me that maybe, despite our endurance, in ring ability, and out-of-ring abilities, WCF may not like us due to being a little...unrounded? Which is fair, we do represent a small demographic, one that we really like to shove ourselves into...heh... The point is, in an attempt to appeal to a WIDER, more gaping, audience, we have decide to make a new addition to the team. So, also in an effort to support our fellow porn stars due to the neglectful nature of such an industry, we would like to introduce a fellow pounding taker, the Asian sensation, Natsuko "O-Face" Kobayashi!

"Cha La Head Chala" by La Caixa Fosca plays over the PA system and Natsuko "O-Face" Kobayashi emerges onto the entrance ramp, moving and winking seductively at the fans as she struts down to the ring. She walks up the ramp, shaking her ass before bending slowly under the second rope and moving into the ring. The members of Rekt 'Em slowly set Jack back down on his feet.

Jack Schlongson: Hey honey, glad you could make it.

Jack and Natsuko give each other light pecks on the cheek before Jack raising the mic back up to his lips.

Jack Schlongson: This amazing asian bae is a veteran in our industry, performing in about two hundred flicks a year in the United States and Japan, here home country. Why "O-Face"? Because the look thats gonna be stuck on your mugs when you see this diva wrestle! Take it away, guuurl!

Jack hands the mic over to Natsuko. Jack moves back so she can take center spot in the ring.

Natsuko Kobayashi: Me so grad to be in WCF, usarry me so horny, but now me so ready to fi...

Jack quickly steps forward.

Jack Schlongson: You don't need to talk like that here. Just talk like you did in the meetings, it'll be fine, trust me.

Jack steps back into place.

Natsuko Kobayashi: Oh, that'll make things way easier for me... Thats right! Natsuko is making her way to the big screen...well...bigger than a computer screen, and now that I'm here it'll be US that'll be giving the poundings! Hope you all got some anal bleach because Rekt 'Em just got a bit more color!

Jack shakes her hand and takes back the microphone.

Jack Schlongson: See, folks, its only a matter of time before WCF sees we deserve to be booked. Don't be discouraged guys, we will make it! Keep believing! #BookTeamRektEm!

"Queen" by Perfume Genius plays as Rekt 'Em begins to slip out of the ring as the screen goes to black.

CJ Phoenix vs Andrew Marx

Steele: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his way to the ring, he is the Devil on Your Shoulder, Andrew Marx!

An upbeat but dramatic violin beat picks up throughout the arena, steadily increasing in volume until the drums kick in and Marx precludes his arrival by sticking his umbrella through the curtain. He walks to center stage performing stunts with the umbrella before continuing down the aisle.

He gets to the bottom of the ramp and brings the umbrella back down slamming the point into the ground next to him and surveying the crowd before winking to the camera and crawling slowly under the bottom rope into the ring and back to his feet all in what seems like one motion, he ascends the top rope and and makes the same pose he did on the floor while standing perfectly on the top turn buckle and the point of the umbrella resting on the ring post he yet again surveys the crowd and then flips backwards down onto his feet finds a corner and prepares for battle.

Steele: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge Louisiana, C... J... Phoenix!

Phoenix runs out onto the stage when the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.

Zach Davis: This should be a great match. Both of these men have the opportunity to really make an impact on a stage like this and break out of the type of matches they've been in.

Freddy Whoa: Very true, but keep in mind the real winner might not even be the man who walks away with the pinfall tonight. If one or both can prove that they really want to be here by putting it all on the line, then by my book they'll deserve bigger and better opportunities.

Gravedigger: Ugh, yep. Because it's totally not wins that matter, noooo, it's just putting your heart into it! You two are morons.

The bell rings and the match gets underway as Marx and Phoenix lock up. Both men are fairly equally matched in strength and agility, leaving their strategy to be the deciding factor. Marx drops to a knee and throws CJ off balance by pulling his arms over his head, allowing Marx to knee him in the gut and weaken CJ's grip.

Marx takes over the lock up and maneuvers CJ into a front face lock. He picks up speed to go for a bulldog and plants CJ face first in the mat.

Zach Davis: Really? Marx is already taking a second to gloat?

Freddy Whoa: He made an impressive showing, but it's too early to get confident, no doubt.

Phoenix gets up and clocks the taunting Marx in the back of the neck. Before Marx can turn around CJ puts him in a headlock and grinds his momentum into the mat. This isn't really his style however, so he lets Marx get out of it and get cocky so he can hit a running STO as he turns around to face him. Marx quickly and angrily stands back up, only to get caught by a vicious enziguri.

Zach Davis: Marx is letting his emotions get the better of him.

Gravedigger: I know that guy can kick ass when he's pissed off. He just has to be pissed off at the right time.

CJ goes to pick Marx off the ground as his confidence grows, but Marx cinches his arms around the agile man's neck and maneuvers him into a sleeper hold, then transitions into a sleeper hold suplex. The momentum is back in his favor as he arrogantly goes for a pin.

One, Tw- Kickout!

Gravedigger: This guy sure thinks he's hot shit, doesn't he? I'd like to know if he actually thought a suplex would get the pin, or if he's just trying to get in his opponent's head.

Phoenix is very annoyed to think that his opponent could be toying with him and hops to his feet quickly to prove he's ready to keep going. He doesn't see Marx at first, until he turns around and get knocked out by a shotgun drop kick and hits the mat hard. Agitated even more he stands up again, managing to land a no-nonsense hard right fist into Marx's face. Andrew stands dazed for a second, then takes another strong fist. Instead of collapsing outright, he falls back and hits a pele kick!

Freddy Whoa: This guy really knows how to control his body, his emotions, and even his opponent's emotions!

Both competitors are now laid out on the mat. Both of them stir after a three count from the ref and stand up in opposite corners of the ring. CJ is the first to charge at Marx, who slips out of the ring on the announcer's side. Phoenix ducks under the rope as well and blocks a blow frim Marx as he exits the ring and lands two back elbows to the side of Andrew's head. Marx then blocks an elbow and hits him with a solid chop to the chest, stunning him from the sting and opening up room for a barrage of palm strikes.

Zach Davis: The action is starting to pick up as this match becomes more and more personal!

Gravedigger: Are you still looking into your monitor to call this? They're right in front of us you brainwashed moron!

Marx and Phoenix trade a plethora of blows until Marx is backed up against the ring post, when CJ crushes his head between an elbow and the post. Satisfied, he catches his breath and collects his thoughts as he realizes the ref is at a count of six. He rolls back into the ring, then back out to break the count.

Gravedigger: Well that was stupid! He probably could have won by countout!

Zach Davis: That wouldn't be the kind of statement Freddy was talking about earlier. CJ wants to make the most of this opportunity, and the best way to do that is a decisive pinfall in the middle of the ring.

Gravedigger: And what kind of statement would he make if he gets his ass pinned?

Zach Davis: Well I wouldn't bet against him just yet. He's proven he can dish it out and take it so far.

CJ picks Marx up off the ground and goes for a high impact spinebuster on the floor, but Marx ducks out and slides into the ring. CJ tries to follow him in but catches a hard boot to the face. He stumbles back and leans against the announce table, and Marx runs the ropes, bounces back, and leaps into the air for a lope suicide dive! He impacts Phoenix's upper body and slides across the announce table as the commentators jump up out of their seats!

CJ slumps down rubbing his head, but Marx isn't free from injury either! Both men sit on the floor catching their breath as the ref counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CJ si crawling back to the ring!

FOUR!

Marx climbs over the table but slumps onto the floor again!

FIVE!

CJ is near the ring and Marx has started crawling again!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Marx has reached out and grabbed CJ's leg! He pulls him back and gets head!

EIGHT!

CJ pounds Marx's back and jumps back ahead!

NINE!

Marx manages to jummp back in... with CJ right behind! The ref calls off the count!

Freddy Whoa: The action doesn't stop! Both men want this win so badly they'll fight each other tooth and nail to get it!

Both men climb to their feet on the ropes and turn to face each other. In a surprising turn of events the men both lock up once again, leaving the luckier man to get the advantage!

Gravedigger: Phoenix sends Marx to the ropes!

Marx Springboards...

Zach Davis: TALON KICK FROM PHOENIX!

Phoenix drops down and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: Boom! Just like that! CJ Phoenix gets the win!

The crowd cheers as Phoenix gets to his feet.

Gravedigger: Hard fought match by both men - the night is young, but this could be a sleeper match of the night candidate. These guys went all out and gave it their all.

Phoenix shows signs of his hard fought battle as he holds his head and we go to commercial.

Champion vs Champion
Teo Del Sol vs Zombie McMorris

Zach Davis: I personally am looking forward to this next match. Champion vs Champion but no titles are on the line, and thank goodness for both these men who put up their title nearly every Wednesday on WCF Wednesday night. We have Teo del Sol, who is becoming the longest reigning People’s Champion during this run facing off against Zombie McMorris who is cemented his place as the greatest Internet Champion since Alex Richards, and maybe even surpassing his monumental achievements as well.

Gravedigger: I never won either of those titles… so they don’t count to me.

Freddy Whoa: Well they count to the audience as this is one of the most anticipated matches of the night.

Kickstart my Heart by Motley Crüe is the music, assuming we're allowed copyrights.

The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."

The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.

The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
Kyle Steele: Introducing first… THE WCF PEOPLE’S CHAMPION…TEO DEL SOL!

Zach Davis: Digger, how does Teo deal with the size differential tonight?

Gravedigger: Speed, and endurance. He can run circles around the bigger competitor and hopefully use his quickness to gain the upperhand.

" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Kyle Steel: His opponent… THE WCF INTERNET CHAMPION… ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!

Zach Davis: How does this ‘dank’ wrestler beat Teo tonight?

Gravedigger: ZMac brings an amazing amount of intangibles to the ring, he’s unpredictable and he’s tough as nails. He’s immortal, but it doesn’t matter because he would be just as indestructible if he was a mortal.

The bell rings and the match begins.

ZMac runs towards Teo who evades with a roll towards the opposite side of the ring. Zombie turns with a sadistic smile on his face as he walks slowly towards his opponent. Teo faints one way but Zombie is there. He faints another way and Zombie again jumps in front. Teo backs up and feels the turnbuckle behind him as Zmac stands about three steps away and stops. The men look at each other, Teo with nowhere to move and ZMac a mere step from getting his hands on Teo.

Freddy Whoa: No one wants to make the first move…

ZMac barely takes another step forward, just enough to creep within arm’s reach but not enough to cause Teo to take flight. Again, the same sadistic smile crosses ZMac’s face, mouth brimming with cocaine and pot leaves and eyes bloodshot as shit!

Then he leaps, far too quick for a man his size and tackles Teo down. Teo scrambles, trying to get away, but ZMac is relentless in his assault, scratching, and clawing away at Teo along with some vicious and well placed punches to the mid-section and upper torso, but surprisingly leaving his head and face alone, which is probably for the best since Teo is covering up his head with his forearms.

With ZMac mounted on top of Teo, he bravely reaches back and fins the ropes. The referee tries to pull ZMac off who smiles, and eventually concedes to the rules of the match. Teo’s eyes, the only part of his face that you can see through the mask, are filled with fear as ZMac simply stands and stares at his opponents while the referee is berating him for his actions.

Zach Davis: We couldn’t possibly have two different personalities here in the ring right now. Teo Del Sol is the epitome of courage and tenacity and well-being whereas ZMac is fear and evil incarnate!

The referee takes a step back and points at the two men, apparently starting over. The fear in Teo’s eyes has turned into a look of fierce determination as he nods at the referee’s instructions. The ref motions for the two men to come together and this time Teo no sells his fear.

They lock up, the larger man quickly gains control, but then Teo spins around behind Zombie and wraps his arms around his waist. Zombie sends wild elbows back that Teo ducks under before dropping down, grabbing Zombie and rolling him up for a one count.

Gravedigger: You can’t beat the Honey Badger like that!

Teo gets up quickly and runs off the opposite ropes as Zombie gets to his knees. Teo returns with a low dropkick knocking ZMac down and Teo again gets up and runs off the opposite side ropes. He returns with a baseball slide and knocks Zmac to the ground below.

Like a Road Runner Cartoon Teo gets up and runs again off the opposite side ropes and this time delivers a plancha over the top rope, flipping and landing on top of ZMac. The crowd cheers as Teo picks up Zombie and rolls him into the ring. Teo follows up, climbs on top and hooks the leg.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Teo quickly gets Zombie into a reverse headlock and lays on his neck and head.

Gravedigger: Fuck, that little Texican is fast!

Zach Davis: He’s gotta make up for his lack of size with quickness and agility and certainly is proving how he has become one of the longest running People’s Champions in history with his heart and drive here tonight.

Gravedigger: But heart and drive will only take you so far in this business. You need a mean streak, and even at his worst Teo with his notable feuds against David Sanchez and Andrew Marx he has yet to show that mean streak that is needed to get to the next level.

Freddy Whoa: He’s proving that you can do it without one!

ZMac powers up to his feet while Teo desperately hangs on, and cinches in the headlock tighter and tighter yet. ZMac finally gets to his feet and rushes backwards smashing Teo’s back into the turnbuckle. He then turns around quickly as Teo drops to a sitting position in the corner and delivers bit stomps to his opponent. The referee pulls off Zmac who pushes him away and takes a few steps back. He then rushes forward and delivers a vicious spear to his sitting opponent.

With Teo laid out by the turnbuckles ZMac slides under the bottom rope and then grabs Teo’s arms and legs, which are on opposite sides of the turnbuckle. He then uses his boot for leverage and pulls Teo’s body around the bottom of the turnbuckle as the Referee scolds, yells then begins his count.

1…2…3…4…

Zombie lets go at 4, then cinches on the maneuver again…

1…2…3…4…

Again he lets go and again he cinches it on, bending Teo in half…

1…2…3…4…

ZMac lets go again… but the referee keeps counting…

5…6…7…8…

Gravedigger: That’s a fast count!

Zach Davis: He’s counting him out!

ZMac climbs into the ring and starts yelling at the referee. The ref scolds Zombie and points at his own shirt and tells Zombie whose boss. Suddenly Teo gets up and rushes forward towards Zombie with a flying forearm. ZMac pulls the referee in between Teo and himself, but still takes a vicious shot to the head. Teo quickly climbs on top of Zombie, hooks the leg and the crowd counts along…

1…2…3!!!

Zach Davis: He should have this match won!

Gravedigger: But the referee is out!

Teo pounds his own hand on the mat. 1..2…3…

But obviously it doesn’t count. He crawls over to the referee and checks on him as Zombie rolls out, under the bottom rope and down to the floor. Teo desperately shakes the referee who is out cold as Zombie enters the ring again… with a baseball bat he pulled from under the ring. Teo gets up just in time to see Zombie with a sadistic smile on his face while choking up on the bat.

Teo puts his hands up, pleading with the monster to stop but ZMac simply stalks his opponent, each step that Teo takes backwards zombie seems to take two forward until he is nearly on top of him. Teo rolls away, as he did in the beginning of the match and Zombie, as he did in the beginning of the match continues to stalk his opponent with a maniacal sneer across his face.

But this time Teo stands tall. He stops moving as allows ZMac to get closer. ZMac finally gets close enough to take a swing that Teo ducks, then delivers a reverse spin kick to the gut of his opponent causing him to knock the bat right out of his hand. Teo picks up the bat to the pleasure of the crowd, as he expertly swings the bat around in his hand like Kyle Kemp.

The crowd is chanting for Teo to take a swing and he looks like he just might. Zmac, on his knees, looks up and shouts at Teo to take the swing!

ZMAC: HIT ME, YOU FAGGOT!

Teo spins the bat in his hand contemplating the situation.

ZMAC: HIT ME, YOU FAKE MEXICAN FAGGOT!

Teo’s eyes look red as he grabs the bat with both hands. He grips it tight…

Then drops it to the ground, and kicks it out of the ring, and in the same motion hits Zombie with a spinning back kick.

Zach Davis: The Habanero Hurricane!

Teo climbs to the apron and raises his hands as the crowd cheers and Teo slingshots himself off the top rope and lands on Zombie with the Habanero High Dive and hooks the leg as the referee finally regains his composure and counts the pin.

1…

2…

3!!!

*RING RING*

Zach Davis: HE DID IT!

Gravedigger: That was a fast count!

Freddy Whoa: Teo proved that you can take the high road and still win a match. He stuck by his convictions and win or lose that’s all that matters.

Zach Davis: But he won’t so that makes it even all the sweeter.

Gravedigger: Fuck this shit.. I’m hungry after all that talk about habaneros… where’s Logan with my Hotdog?

The crowd chants for Teo as he drapes his People’s Championship over his shoulder and exits the ringside area.

Tag Team Titles Contendership Match
Andre Aquarius/Dustin Beaver vs Eddie Felt/Ethan King

“Genos Fight them” hits the airwave, and after a brief pop from the crowd, Ethan King and Eddie Felt emerge from the curtains, cheered on by the crowd.

Crowd: PRIDE! PRIDE! PRIDE! PRIDE!

Zach Davis: These two men have made a massive impact in the two weeks they’ve been here.

Freddy Woah: And this is a massive moment for them! After attacking Wade Moor, the Pride have a chance to begin picking through the #BeachKrew ranks!

Gravedigger: Yawn.

The two friends make their way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as they do, before hopping into the ring, as they await...the #BeachKrew.

“Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF-RaFF hits the P.A. as the crowd begins booing loudly. The lights go a watery blue as the curtain parts to reveal Andre Aquarius and Dustin Beaver. The two bros exchange a dab before stalking down the ramp towards the ring.

Gravedigger: That’s my boys!

Freddy Woah: Hashtag Heel Crew.

Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: Don’t forget, Beaver’s werewolf powers could be a deciding factor in this match.

The bell rings and Andre Aquarius circles with Eddie Felt, the two wrestlers stalking one another before locking up in a grapple, neither man able to gain an immediate advantage. Andre Aquarius quickly transitions to a side headlock, throwing a closed fist shot to the face of Felt. Eddie shoves him off before throwing a thudding right hand of his own, driving #PrinceLightSkin back into the corner.

Zach Davis: Eddie Felt with a vicious offense!

Freddy Whoa: Hardly Surprising Zach! Beach Krew is not known for wasting time in the ring!

Andre is driven face first into the turnbuckle, and Eddie taunts him briefly, holding his arms up in the air and urging the crowd to begin a chant.

Crowd: EDD-IE! EDD-IE! EDD-IE!

He goes for a running body splash to Andre, BUT ANDRE COUNTERS WITH THE #ELBOW!.

Freddy Whoa: And Andre Aquarius making Eddie pay for his lapse in concentration!

Andre grabs Eddie Felt, holding his hands up in the same pose, mocking his opponent’s appeal to the crowd, who respond with a cascade of boos! Eddie tries to recover, but he is clearly rattled.

Zach Davis: Eddie needs to make a tag here, guys!

Freddy Whoa: He’s too far away from his partner though! #BeachKrew have the territorial advantage here.

Andre measures Eddie up, holding his fingers out and making a square, as though he were taking a picture. He takes a few steps back, and with a running start, slams the toe of his boot right into Eddie’s face! Eddie rolls in pain, and Andre grabs him roughly by the back of his neck, dragging him back into the corner to tag a waiting Beaver.

Zach Davis: Beach Krew trying to build a numbers advantage here, guys!

Gravedigger: That’s what tag teams should do, Zach! This is called strategy!

Beaver eagerly enters the ring, but not before executing a little TAG TEAM ACTION with Andre! A drop kick from Dustin, sending Eddie to the ground, followed swiftly by a leg drop from Andre! Andre attempts to land another leg drop while he has the chance, but he is forced back to the corner by the Massah Ref.

Zach Davis: Maybe we’ll finally get some order in this one!

Freddy Whoa: You’re kidding, right?

Beaver slaps the fallen Eddie on the head, refusing to allow him to get to his feet. Eddie tries helplessly to crawl free, but Beaver grabs him roughly by the belt. Eddie grabs hold of the middle rope, and Beaver tries to yank him into a suplex, but Eddie’s grip holds! Beaver pulls again, but Eddie will not let go! With a final yank, Eddie comes to life, pulling Beaver through the middle rope, where he falls to the outside!! Dustin remains outside for a minute, and the ref begins the count.

Ref: ONE!

Before the ref gets to two, Eddie slides out to quickly grab Dustin and throw him back into the ring.

Zach Davis: That’s an interesting strategy from Dustin. Let’s just hope it doesn’t repeat itself, these fans would hate a countout tonight!

Dustin tries to shove Eddie away, but Eddie dodges, and Beaver’s momentum carries him forward, crashing into the ringside barrier. Eddie then signals to Ethan, who turns to the audience and with a flourish, runs along the apron, connecting with a flying missile dropkick from the apron to the prone Beaver!

Zach Davis: Oh my god!

Freddy Whoa: Look at him go!

Crowd: MISSILE DROP KICK! *clap clap clapclapclap* MISSILE DROP KICK *clap clap clapclapclap*

Ethan and Eddie roll Beaver into the ring. They lift him to his feet and quickly whip him into his corner. Andre quickly tags himself in by slapping Beaver on the shoulder, saving his friend from possible trouble.

Zach Davis: Eddie stomping away at Andre right away, trying to keep that momentum down!

Freddy Whoa: Tornado DDT!

Zach Davis: The crowd really behind The Pride tonight.

Andre gets to his feet, stunned from the unexpected offense. Eddie hits a couple of clotheslines.

Freddy Whoa: Tag to Ethan!

Ethan looks to keep the momentum, going for a hard scoop slam to Andre.

Zach Davis: Nice strategy here.

Freddy Whoa: And another!

Ethan tags right back out as Eddie sizes his opponent up. Andre staggers back, his hands in front of his face as he appears to back down.

Andre drops down, Ethan following him. Before he can strike, an elbow blasts Ethan in the temple! #Fuccbouyant!

Zach Davis: Christ! Ethan is down!

Before Andre can drag him into the ring, Eddie Felt runs and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive! Andre hits the mat as Eddie raises his hands in the air! But Beaver launches himself off the top ropes, sending Eddie to the ground! The ref begins his count!

Ref: 1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Beaver and Andre stir. They begin pushing themselves up.

6!

7!

8!

Andre has gotten to his feet! Beaver and Eddie and Ethan! #BeachKrew slide in the ring!
9!

The Pride attempt to slide in, only to be met with boots from #BeachKrew!

10!

Zach Davis: This one’s over just like that!

The bell rings and Kyle Steel’s voice comes through to announce the official decision.

Kyle Steel: Your winners as a result of a countout, The #BeachKrew!

The two Pride members curse on the outside as Aquarius and Beaver celebrate their victory.

Freddy Whoa: The Krew may've won tonight but they didn't REALLY defeat The Pride. They'll be back for revenge, you can guarantee that.

International Title Match
Cormack MacNeill vs Dag Riddik

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall, and is for the International Championship.....introducing first...from Oslo, Norway and fighting out of Roanoke, Virginia...weighing in at 235lbs...the International Champion....Dagvald Riddik!!!

Aenima by Tool fills the arena as the Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values. He casually walks out, cracks his neck, smirks, and walks to the ring with his arms out taunting the audience. He stops at the base of the ramp, soaking in the chorus of boos. Rolling under the bottom rope, Riddik mounts a turnbuckle and continues to taunt the crowd by pointing to his belt and laughing.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Halif...

With cat-like quickness Riddik snatches the microphone from Steel and pushes him to the side. With a look on his face that spells quite clearly, "I don't get paid enough for this shit," Steel heads back to his chair at the timekeepers table.

Dag: Ah, it's refreshing indeed to see someone around here who knows their place. That's it Kyle, have a seat. Your job is done.

Dag turns to face the crowd and places a hand over his belt as he cracks a broad smile.

Dag: Apparently, Cormack MacNeill didn't have the guts to show up tonight. Smartest move he's made in a while. So, I could win by default. And they say I'm not a fighting champion.

He pauses to soak in more boos from the crowd, who are clearly not happy with the change of plans. He raises the mic to his mouth again.

Dag: I've always said, and known really, that the guys in the ring crew are tougher than that fat Canadian cunt. So I've got a hell of an offer for them. Can we get a shot of the boys in the back?

He lowers the mic and waits for a moment before the WCF crew get a camera live backstage, and it appears on the big screen. A dozen men are milling around in the back, of all shapes, sizes, and even ages. They all turn to the camera on cue and Dag laughs to himself in the ring.

Dag: I'm so confident that I'm the best International Champion of all time that I will put the belt on the line...tonight...right now...against the first one of you that makes it to the ring. That's right boys. Now fight it out! I'll wait here.

Riddik smirks at the screen and then leans in the corner, belt across his shoulder, and waits.

The men on camera begin swinging wildly at each other, a chaotic brawl engulfing the backstage area. Dagvald looks on with approval and amusement as he watches the carnage unfold. Without warning the camera begins to shake and then falls over as if the cameraman got caught up in the melee.

All that can be seen are boots and shoes as the men fight it out. A loud slam can be heard, followed by a body hitting the floor, followed in quick succession by two, three, four more. As the feed from the back finally cuts out, one one pair of boots, very large ones, can be seen.

Dag: Looks like we have a winner! Let's get the EMT's to clear this guy to wrestle. Wouldn't want Seth to get sued, would we?

A few moments later, a paramedic steps nervously through the curtain and pointed to the ring. Riddik moves to the ropes and leans over, mic in hand.

Dag: He's ready?

The paramedic nods.

Dag: Well, bring him on out here then.

A very large, very bloody man steps out onto the top of the ramp and stands unsteadily. Riddik chuckles and gestures for him to 'come on in' as he parts the top and second rope. His face turns from a smile to a very amused look as the large man staggers a few steps and then falls flat on his face. Dag rolls out of the ring and takes a few steps up the ramp to investigate before 'Taylor Made' by the Real Mackenzies hits the air.

The crowd pops loudly as Cormack MacNeill stomps intimidatingly out onto the ramp with his eyes fixed on the quickly backpedaling Riddik. His midsection is heavily bandaged and signs of blood seepage are showing through. With a roar, he charges sending Riddik sliding into and back out the other side of the ring.

Zach Davis: Cormack is here after all, and he's looking for a fight!

Gravedigger: No, no no, he's not looking for a fight, he's bringing the fight!

Riddik scrambles toward the wall, looking to escape into the crowd. MacNeill catches him by the tights and pulls him back down landing lefts and rights, staggering the champ and pinning him against the wall as the crowd counts along

Freddy Whoa: Riddik's on the run!

Gravedigger: No surprise there.

1..

2..

3..

Dag thumbs the big man in the eye, breaking up the barrage, before sliding away and under the ropes into the ring. MacNeill gives chase and catches a boot to the head for his troubles. Riddik rains kicks down on his opponent as he tries to gain his feet, leaving him no room to rise.

Cormack gains a knee and begins throwing punches back, giving him the room to gain his feet. He grabs Dagvald by the hair and jams a thumb into his eye in return, eliciting a pop from the crowd. Riddik staggers away shaking his head and MacNeill follows, again grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his opponent back.

He throws a couple more hard right hands before Irish whipping Riddik into the corner hard, causing his opponent to hit with a loud thump and stagger out. MacNeill grabbed the staggering Riddik and spun him around driving him to the mat hard enough to make the ring shake.

Gravedigger: Cormack's had no problem showing this idiot who the real champion is so far!

He rolls off Riddik, clutching his injured rib cage and wincing as he leans against the ropes and tries to catch his breath. He turns to find Riddik slowly gaining his feet, and charges again.

Zach Davis: Cormack might have jumped the gun with taking this match, though. He still looks very injured from Dag's attack.

Riddik ducks the clothesline and drives a knee into the kidneys, eliciting a howl of pain from his opponent. MacNeill leans into the ropes, clutching his ribs again, and Riddik begins to launch a flurry of punches to his lower back as his opponent is draped across the ropes.

Riddik runs off the far ropes and returns to jump on MacNeill's back with all his weight, eliciting another howl of pain as Cormack slumps to the mat clutching his back.

Riddik drops a knee on his opponent's back, and another, and another. He drags MacNeill to his feet and spins him around, hitting the Border Hopper and rolling him over for the pin.

1..

2..

KICKOUT

Gravedigger: Dag's even stupider than I thought if he expected a pinfall there!

Riddik slaps the mat in frustration and begins to argue with the referee about the speed of the count. Meanwhile MacNeill has crawled to the corner and is pulling himself up slowly and painfully. He gains his feet and immediately Riddik drives a shoulder into his back. Dagvald drives his shoulder into the injured back again and again.

He takes a few steps back and runs into the corner, driving a high knee into the back of his opponent, causing him to bounce off and land flat on his back, immediately rolling over and grabbing his back again. Riddik jumps on MacNeill and rolls him over, hooking the leg.

1..

2..

Kickout!

Riddik immediately jumps back on and hooks the leg again.

1..

2..

MacNeill gets a shoulder up.

Gravedigger: Are you aware of the definition of insanity, Zach?

Zach Davis: Spare me the English lesson digger.

Gravedigger: Hey man, just saying.

Riddik is livid, and drags his larger opponent to his feet and slides around his back pulling him down and driving a knee into his back, eliciting another howl of pain as MacNeill flops onto his stomach. Riddik quickly straddles him and slaps on a Boston crab submission torquing heavily on the back.

MacNeill bellows in pain, but shakes his head when the referee checks on him. He slowly begins to crawl toward the ropes, dragging a struggling Riddik with him. Dag leans deeper into the hold, but to no avail as MacNeill reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.

The ref signals to break the hold, but Riddik cranks even harder, causing another bellow from Cormack as he keeps his white knuckled grip on the ropes. The referee pushes Dag off of MacNeill, breaking the hold and causing the big man to crawl out of the ring, falling to the floor outside.

Zach Davis: Something tells me Dag just reached his breaking point.

Riddik shoves the referee out of his way and rolls out of the ring, stomping on a prone MacNeill in front of the timekeepers table. He turns and notices Kyle Steel, and begins to berate the poor announcer. For his part, Steel begins shouting back at Riddik, even standing and shouting at the Norwegian. Riddik shoves Steel with both hands, knocking him down, and grabs the chair he was sitting on. MacNeill has crawled to the ring apron and is using it to pull himself up as Dag folds the chair and launches into a series of hard shots to the back. The referee calls for the bell as Riddik drives the chair again and again into the back of MacNeill.

MacNeill lies nearly motionless as Riddik props the chair onto his back and climbs into the apron. He runs and launches himself off , planting both feet into the chair across the big man's back with a sickening thud. MacNeill's legs involuntarily spasm at the blow, and he rolls over onto his side, trying to shield his injured back as Riddik continues the assault with the chair.

Holdiong the chair upright, he drives it edge first into the rib-cage of MacNeill, once, twice, thrice clearly trying to put his opponent out of business for good. With a final smug look Dagvald Riddik drops the chair into the huddled form of his opponent and turns slowly to the crowd with arms extended outward.

He walks up the ramp, pausing only to watch the EMT's move quickly by him and load MacNeill onto the stretcher. He stands halfway up the ramp and watches the EMT's move his opponent towards the backstage area with a satisfied look on his face before following it slowly up.

Scathe vs Bonnie Blue

Zach Davis: And next up, we have Scathe versus Bonnie Blue!

Freddy Whoa: Again. This is the second singles match between the two of them, and the third time they will have encountered one another overall. Each previous encounter has ended in victory for the Daughter of Time; but the Darkitecht didn't let her escape ...unscathed.

Gravedigger: Jesus Christ, Freddy. Really?

Freddy Whoa: I just read the notes I'm given.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a no disqualification match, scheduled for one fall! Entering the ring first, hailing from parts unknown.... the Daughter of Time.... BONNIE BLUE!!!!!

Smoke covers the stage as the music begins -- ERock's heavy metal rendition of the Doctor Who theme; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back -- and this time, carrying a gear bag full of weapons. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.

Kyle Steel: And next.... weighing in at two-hundred seventy pounds.... from Jiihon, Capua... he is the Darkitecht.... SCATHE!!!!

Darkness claims the arena, and a thick mist begins to collect on the stage, drifting down the ramp toward ringside. The haunting opening strains of DevilDriver's "Just Run" echo throughout the venue, accompanied by brief flickers of light on the stage. As the drums kick in, the flickers of light quicken their pulsating, and become a deep crimson in hue. Scathe steps out onto the stage as the vocals pick up, and pauses for a brief moment to sweep an impassive gaze over the assembled crowd before locking his eyes on his waiting opponent. He then makes his way down the ramp at a measured pace, and the lights gradually come back up as he reaches the ring steps. Once in the ring, Scathe stands in the center, staring his opponent down for another brief moment, then moves to his corner where he sheds his trench coat, his gaze never leaving his foe.

Kyle Steel: Finally.... re-introducing, for the very first time in WCF history, the Ref with the Rep, the Hoopiest of Froods.... the one, the only.... Spanky O'Shaughnessey!!!!! I can't believe they made me read that....

"Eye of the Tiger" hits the PA system, and the crowd reacts with confused applause as the referee appears on the stage, arms raised to the sky. He flexes a skinny bicep, then dashes down the ramp and slides into the ring, where he hops to his feet again and poses for the audience. Bonnie laughs, but Scathe appears to be anything but amused.

Zach Davis: Well, that was weird. But this is Spanky O'Shaughnessey, so what do you expect? His antics were, at one time, almost legendary... but he disappeared around the same time as Jay Omega, which led to a lot of speculation in the locker room.

Freddy Whoa: Did it?

Zach Davis: I dunno. Probably. And now it appears that the referee is... inspecting Scathe's crowbar.

He is. Scrutinizing it, in fact; he holds it up, sighting down it like the barrel of a rifle. O'Shaughnessey hefts the bar, testing the balance, and takes an experimental swing before he nods to himself in satisfaction and passes it back. Then he wanders over to Bonnie's corner and picks up her duffel bag. He reaches in, pulls out a pipe wrench, and puts it in her hands. He nudges the rest of the gear under the ropes and to the floor with his shoe, and proceeds to the center of the ring, where he signals for the bell.

Bonnie goes on the offense immediately, but Scathe has the same idea. They clash in the middle of the ring, but Scathe's greater weight stops Bonnie's forward momentum and drops her on her ass. Without hesitation, he reaches down, grasping her hair, and pulls Bonnie Blue to her feet. Scathe turns her around, her back to him, and presses the crowbar against her neck; all in a single fluid motion.

Gravedigger: Now this is what I like to see... Bonnie Blue is finally starting to learn that her actions have consequences. I predict tonight will put the final nail in Rebellution's coffin, gentlemen. Scathe will drop Bonnie now, and later K.L. Henson will finally get his revenge on the other of the two men responsible for Mr. Holden's untimely death.

Zach Davis: I'm not sure it's going to be that simple. Bonnie drives an elbow into Scathe's ribs and manages to slip from his grasp! And she's on the attack!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Bonnie swings the pipe wrench -- Scathe blocks it with the crowbar! A flick of his wrist yanks the wrench out of Bonnie's hands! She's unarmed!

Unarmed, but far from on the defensive. Bonnie ducks inside Scathe's reach and fires off a rapid sequence of punches to his midsection; none of which seem to have quite the desired effect. He shrugs off the assault, forcing the Daughter of Time to make a run for the ropes. She bounces off, looking for a springboard bulldog, but the Darkitecht catches her, spins her around, and slams her to the mat.

Gravedigger: Scathe with an early pin -- but Bonnie kicks out at one. She wouldn't get up if I'd hit her.

Zach Davis: Don't forget, Gravedigger... Bonnie Blue is a clone of Johnny Reb. That means, potentially, she could be as good as he was. She's already shown the same fearless aerial feats, the same tenacity --

Gravedigger: Keep it in your pants, Zachy. Johnny Reb was nothing special, and neither is his "clone"...

Freddy Whoa: Well, Gravey, "nothing special" just dropped Scathe with a running knee lift while you weren't looking. He's up again, but looking a little dazed. Bonnie had better press her advantage and try to end this quickly. If it becomes an endurance game, the big man is sure to win.

Bonnie Blue sprints across the ring, rebounds off the ropes, and nails Scathe with a clothesline that sends him over the ropes. With an agility that belies his size, the Darkitecht twists in midair to land lightly on the ring apron, facing his opponent. Bonnie's immediate response is a backhand chop that echoes through the arena. Scathe gives her a very unpleasant smile, and, lightning-fast, he reaches out to grab Bonnie by the head, then pulls back and delivers a nasty headbutt. The Daughter of Time stumbles backward.

Zach Davis: That's gonna leave a mark. Bonnie may be out on her feet after taking that hit. She certainly has no idea where she is right now. And Scathe is stalking the Daughter of Time... he's lining her up... for a massive spear! Another pin...

ONE . . . .

TWO . . . .

THR -- NO! Bonnie gets a shoulder up!

Scathe pulls Bonne to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She holds on, and he charges after her. At the moment just before impact, the Daughter of Time drops, still hanging onto the top rope. Scathe tumbles out of the ring. In an instant, Bonnie is on her feet again, backing up several paces. As soon as her opponent is up again, she rushes forward, sailing between the ropes to crash into the Darkitecht.

Freddy Whoa: Business is picking up! Bonnie really taking it to Scathe tonight, now with a flurry of mounted punches! The girl has had enough of this guy, and it shows here. Tonight, Bonnie Blue is out for blood... and you have to wonder if this is sending a message to other people who have crossed her recently.

Gravedigger: Crossed her? Freddy, don't be ignorant. Everything that's happened to Bonnie, she has brought on herself through her own actions.... Just like how Grayson Pierce got himself put in a coma. Consequences, Freddy...

At last, Scathe shoves Bonnie off of him and stands up. She grabs hold and tries to run Scathe into the guardrail, but he plants his feet; she can't budge him. Almost effortlessly, he whips Bonnie against the ring apron, steadies her, and then runs her shoulder-first into the steel ring steps. Bonnie Blue sinks to her knees, clutching her left shoulder in pain. Inside the ring, Spanky O'Shaughnessey has begun a ten-count. Hastily, the Darkitecht rolls Bonnie under the rope and climbs in after her.

Scathe grabs Bonnie's shoulder in a clawhold, digging his fingers in until she cries out. Then he releases her, lifts her to her feet, and proceeds to back her up into the corner -- where, for some reason, the referee is standing on the outside, holding onto the tag rope. As Bonnie's shoulders hit the turnbuckle, O'Shaughnessey smacks her on the arm. With a clap of his hands, he indicates that a tag has been made, then climbs through the ropes and advances on Scathe.

Zach Davis: What in the hell...? Has that guy lost his mind?

Freddy Whoa: Um... yeah, obviously. O'Shaughnessey apparently now the legal competitor, and he's stalking the Darkitecht, whose patience is already thin. O'Shaughnessey with a right hand that doesn't even turn Scathe's head. He's about to regret that....

But as Scathe raises a big fist to retaliate, Spanky O'Shaughnessey tugs on his striped shirt, reminding the Darkitecht that he's still the official. Teeth bared in a menacing snarl, Scathe takes a step back; the ref puts his fists on his hips and poses for the crowd to a scattering of applause. Without warning, Scathe grabs the ref, spins him around, and locks one hand around the man's throat. He lifts O'Shaughnessey until the two of them are eye-to-eye, and...

WHAM! Out of nowhere, Bonnie slams a steel chair across the back of the Darkitecht. The ref scrambles out of the way as she lifts the chair and hits Scathe again...and again... and again, until the chair is warped beyond recognition. With the bigger man finally down, Bonnie starts putting boots to him, holding onto the ropes for added leverage, shouting at him.

Bonnie Blue: YOU WANTED THIS, SCATHE! REMEMBER THAT! THIS IS EVERYTHING YOU ASKED FOR, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Gravedigger: Damn! This is a different side of Bonnie Blue... and I think I like it.

Scathe suffers one final boot to the midsection before he manages to slip out of the ring, staring up at Bonnie with surprise. She doesn't hesitate; the Daughter of Time climbs onto the ring apron and takes a run at Scathe, going for a leg drop that sends them both to the outside mats. The Darkitecht is back to his feet first, and he shoves Bonnie back into the ring, this time looking to put an end to the match once and for all. He lifts Bonnie up, then sends her crashing down again.

Zach Davis: A picture-perfect Gorilla press slam from the Darkitecht, who goes for another cover.

ONE . . . .

TWO . . . .

But Scathe breaks up the pinfall himself, this time, hauling Bonnie up by the throat. He stalks toward the ring ropes, lifting her high -- but Bonnie swings her legs around and sends Scathe flying across the canvas with a hurricanrana! The time witch stalks her opponent as he gets to his knees, at last showing signs of wear. She sends a knee into the side of his head, then pulls him semi-upright, wrapping one arm around his neck as they rise. Bonnie raises her other hand high into the air, signalling her finisher to a roar from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: THERE IT IS! PARADOX! Bonnie Blue with a pin that is all but academic!

ONE . . . .

TWO . . . .

THREE ! ! ! !

Zach Davis: And Bonnie Blue picks up another win over the Darkitecht!

"Doctor Who Meets Heavy Metal" by Erock plays over the loudspeakers as Bonnie celebrates in the ring, while Scathe rolls out and retreats, unnoticed, through the crowd.

Andre Holmes vs K.L. Henson

They don’t call this pay-per-view event, Explosion, for nothing. The past matches has been insane in the United Center of Chicago, Illinois. One thing you should about Chicago is that the locals are obsessed with wrestling. Who better to provide them with that type of product than WCF? The next match coming up featured two men who absolutely hated each other. These men have waited three months to get in the ring, and now everything they said will be put on the line. Kyle Steel stands in the ring in his black tuxedo as always smiling as he gets the cue from the camera man to begin announcing the next match on the card.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!

“Grove Walker” by FLOOR BABA instantly begins with a huge sound of the song playing over the arena’s sound system. The crowd jumps down the throat of K.L walking out in his white, and dark blue wrestling pants with the graphically designed labelling of “RIP” on his left leg with “Holden” on his right leg as a message for Andre Holmes. He continues walking down the ring, preparing to defend the fallen brother, and his honor. Ignoring the crowd’s desperation to touch him, he’s just smirking as this his chance to beat down that little pest in his ass.

Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to our second phase of the Trilogy Tournament, Explosion. Right now, we at the match everyone has been waiting for. K.L Henson vs Andre Holmes. A brief history review. This started back in January after One. Andre refused to take the abuse of K.L Henson which ignited the deep boiling feud especially after the death of Mr. Holden!

Gravedigger: He is responsible bruh! Andre Holmes, and Grayson Pierce killed Holden yet ya’ll wanna act like they heroes. Ain’t no god-damn hero go out in their way to murder an athlete especially a former WCF Cruiserweight Champion!

Zach Davis: You see it like that but I see that K.L Henson has been in abuse of his power for too long, and I am glad that Andre Holmes has stood up to him. He deserves everything that Andre is gonna do to him tonight.

Gravedigger: Kiss-ass…

K.L Henson is already in the ring as the music fades, and the lights go back to normal. Standing in his corner, he is pacing back and forth. His eyes glued to the entrance as the crowd continues to send all the hatred right into his direction.

Crowd: FUCK YOU HENSON! FUCK YOU HENSON! FUCK YOU HENSON!

Does he care? No. This was the time to get revenge for his fallen friend, and the lights go completely black. The opening guitar riffs of “Relentless” by New Years Day shatters the stadium with complete cheers flooding across the arena. The drums kick in, and the song officially begins. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with his black hoodie over his head, his right arm covered, and his black tights with “Relentless” named on it. He looks at K.L Henson standing in the center of the stage as the lights go crazy around the arena, the WCF World Tag Title belt strapped around his waist. He doesn’t move, his MMA gloves tighten as his fists clench tighter, and tighter.

Zach Davis: And here is one half of your WCF Tag Team Champions, Andre Holmes. After House of Ophelia brutally attacked Grayson Pierce, he’s been wanting to rip K.L Henson apart.

Gravedigger: You’re really gonna take his side? He murdered Mr. Holden! What did you expect K.L to do?! He’s a murderer!

Andre walks up onto the steel steps, and leans against the ropes unstrapping the belt from around his waist. He stands on top of the second rope, and raises the WCF World Tag Team Championship up in the air while pointing to K.L Henson. The lights return back to normal, and K.L is just narrowing his eyes. Once the music ends, they are both in their corners as Andre takes off his hoodie, and throws it to the ringside crew. Kyle Steel does the introductions.

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first to my left! Hailing from Parts, Unknown. At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 190 pounds. He is the Second Head of Talent Relations, K.L Henson!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Henson doesn’t move. The two keep sharing eye contact, and they don’t break. Andre Holmes keeps hopping up and down, warming up as he stretches, and throws a few strikes to keep his energy pumping.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas. At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions! “Relentless” Andre Holmes!

Crowd: LETS GO ANDRE! LETS GO ANDRE! LETS GO ANDRE!

He hands the title to an outside member of the ringside crew as K.L is clapping along the chants of the crowd. K.L continues to expose the words on his tights, and now the camera crew plus Kyle Steel are off the ring. With everything going on, there is no need to delay it.

Ding Ding Ding!

Freddy Whoa: This is it ladies, and gentlemen! The match that everyone has been waiting to see between the two is right under way! Andre Holmes vs K.L Henson! Get ready for an entire action packed match full of grudge, and tension.

K.L, and Andre are circling the ring. Neither letting eye contact off, the two continue to move around the ring. They meet in the center of the ring, and lock up. Both arms around their shoulder, and neither are moving. A stalemate. Andre manages to push him back a little bit but then K.L pushes back too. No matter what, they continue to stay in the center of the ring that is until he tries to turn around Andre to cup his head on his shoulder but Andre switches him around to have his head in between his legs until they are shoved off from each other. They both look at each other, and smirk.

Gravedigger: Both men just tried to end the match with their early signatures. K.L Henson with his Spiral Tap, and Andre Holmes with the Bad Landing. It’s obvious these two want to put the pain on each other but they’re more equal than they thought they were.

Henson, and Holmes circle the ring again. They repeated the same lock up, and Henson slips his arm over Andre to apply that Side Headlock. Sweeping the leg, he managed to flip him over onto his back, and keep that Side Headlock in tact. Even though he was the lighter weight, they were both still equal on paper. Holmes reeled in his legs around the throat of Henson, and pulls him down on his side to choke him down on the Scissors Choke. The referee keeps asking him if he’s done but he refuses. Instead, Henson kips out from the lock onto his feet, and backs up from Andre clapping.

K.L Henson: LET’S GO ANDRE! LET’S GO ANDRE! LET’S GO ANDRE!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He continues to mock Andre, and his fan base as his opponents stands up. Andre slaps his arms, and opens his hands out for a test of strength offer. Henson rolls his eyes, and goes up into the center of the ring. Both hands are locked, and finally-- yeah right. He kicks Andre into the ribs that immediately ends the lock up, and starts to club him down the spine. The series of forearms clubbing down his spinal cord forces him onto his hands and knees. Henson continues the onslaught, stomping down his back as he really wants to inflict so much pain onto his body.

Zach Davis: And K.L with that cheap shot. Andre demands a test of strength, and he kicked him right in the ribs to get an upper hand.

K.L picks him up by dragging him with his hands tightly clenched over his ears. He runs with him to the corner, and bashes his face into the top turnbuckle. Andre’s face bounces off, and K.L bends down to continuously drive his shoulder into his ribs over, and over.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Henson backs up, and raises his hands to the referee. He smirks as the crowd continues to boo him. No more hesitation, he charges right into Andre only for him to be swept into the turnbuckles chest first. Violently turning him around, Henson continuously gets barged with multiple Roundhouse kicks into the chest. Every kick stings harder, and harder until he quickly clotheslines him down into the corner seated. Seeing the opportunity, he runs back to the opposing corner then rebounds off the turnbuckles back down into him but Henson knew what was going to happen so he ducks right under the bottom rope to the outside.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: These two know what the other is capable of. That was Andre going for one of his popular trademarked moves, “Trapped in the Corner”. Henson slipped out, and avoided that knee driven straight into his face. Wait! Andre is going after K.L!

Damn right. He leaves the ring, and chases K.L around as he really wants put his hands on him. K.L slides into the first under the bottom rope followed by Andre. The moment he gets up, Henson runs to the ropes, and rebounds to leap into the air, and kick the calf off his nose with a Calf Kick as their bodies crash onto the mat. He quickly scurries on top of Holmes, and lifts his leg for the pin!

One!

Andre kicks out, and K.L isn’t too happy. He demands the referee to count faster, and so he picks him up off the mat. Multiple forearms are struck into the head of Andre that temporarily disorients him, and finally he is thrown overboard onto the canvas with his back hitting the mat harshly from the velocity of the Snap Suplex. He rolled over onto him again for the second pin attempt of the match.

One!

T--

Andre kicked out again, and K.L wanted to dust him off as if he wasn’t worth crap. So he continued to apply the same choke hold down on the canvas. His hands held around Henson’s arms trying to ease off the pressure but it was no use. Standing on his knees, he brought him to his feet. Andre slugged some elbows into the ribs that loosened the hold. Slipping his head out, he fired some huge elbows that drove Henson back into the ropes until whipping him into the opposing ropes behind him. Too late, Henson spun around, and throw him into the ropes which when he rebounded, Andre quickly tackled him into the mat and assumed the mount to ground, and pound him with elbows.

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: We talked about his training, and MMA background. Andre took down K.L Henson with a traditional takedown, and is now beating the crap out of him with those elbows.

Gravedigger: HEY ANDRE! 12 TO 6 ELBOW RULE ASSHOLE!

He was shoved off by Henson, and both men got up although Henson wasn’t looking too good. Andre quickly utilized his striking by kicking him in the leg then the ribs, and finishing the combination with a Back Spinning Kick into the ribs that haunched him over. Seeing an opportunity, he ran to the ropes at the side, and rebounded back with a Basement Dropkick into the right temple of Henson that rolled him over onto his back. He didn’t want to end it there, let’s add a little high flying to it right? The moment Henson was down, he got back up to his feet to perform a Standing Moonsault crushing his ribs against Henson’s for a pin attempt.

One!

Tw--

He was shoved off, and Andre rose back to his feet. Motivated by anger, he quickly grabbed the legs of Henson, and dragged him into the middle of the ring. Spreading his legs, he pushed his foot digging into his ribcage as his opponent was screaming. Crossing the legs together in a knot, K.L was begging for Andre not to turn over but he did as he usually does with disobeying authority. He sat down on his back with the tied ankles under his right arm pit held in place.

Zach Davis: Sharpshooter locked in! Sharpshooter, shades of Bret Hart. Come on K.L! Just tap, you can’t get out of this.

Gravedigger: Don’t listen to him K.L! You’re fighting for Mr. Holden! Hang on!

Henson pushed on his hands, standing him up to walk on them. He dragged the combined weight of both of them as much as he could to the ropes but Andre was technically waiting for that. Instead, he tied the ankles around his right ankle, and bent backwards down with his hands locked under the chin of his opponent for him to bend upwards, and apply pressure on both hands.

Freddy Whoa: Muta Lock! Beautiful transition from the Sharpshooter. Amazing technical wrestling displayed from the WCF Tag Team Champion!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Henson was screeching at the top of his lungs. He was so close to the ropes, and Andre was demanding that he tapped. The bottom rope was finger tips away, and with a stroke of energy, he pulled in their weight together to grab it. Rope break! Andre didn’t let go, he wanted to add in so much more pain to his back. The referee had no choice but to count!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

He got off. Rolling away from his body as K.L Henson rolled out onto the apron to address the pain across his back. Andre follows him on the outside, and helps him back up to his feet. He continues to drive elbows down into the face of Henson until Henson rips his finger deep into the eyes of Andre.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre drops down to a knee, rubbing his eye after Henson digged his thumb into it. He helped Andre back up until his arms flailed as Andre quickly leaps sideways off the apron driving his foot into the neck of Henson with a Gamengiri. Quickly landing on the apron, he shoved his head in between legs, and looked off at the crowd.

Gravedigger: ANDRE NO! DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IT!

He leans forward to wrap his arms around his waist until K.L pushes his arms into his thighs, and stands up right to throw Andre over him as his back crashes off the edge of the apron, and he rag dolls right onto the outside mat.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes just got his back broken by K.L Henson! A Back Body Drop right onto the edge of the apron.

Andre’s unresponsive. He’s barely even moving, and K.L leans against the ropes to catch a breather. He drops off the apron edge, and the referee begins his count. It’s already past three, and he helps Andre back up only for him to be thrown ribs first into the apron edge. The impact really stuns him, and K.L runs him rib first into the steel steps so bad that he flips over it, and the impact forces the top step to crash into the barricade.

Zach Davis: K.L Henson is not holding anything back! This match is going to be brutal!

Five!

Six!

Henson is already in the ring, and he’s demanding that the referee counts faster. Placing an arm around his ribs, Andre is coughing as he can barely breathing. He’s dragging himself back to the ring with one arm, clawing his nails through the material of the ringside mat.

Eight!

Placing his hands on the apron, he stands himself on his knees.

Nine!

Gravedigger: ANDRE’S GONNA LOSE BY COUNTOUT!

He rolls into the ring.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Henson pulls back on his white short hair as Andre really is showing his resiliency. He stomps down all to his body, and drags him into the center of the ring for a pin attempt.

One!

Two!

He shoves up his right shoulder. Henson couldn’t believe what he witnessed. How the hell did he manage to kick out from all the punishment he received? Andre rolled over onto his chest, and completely started to claw his way into the ropes. As he stood on his knees, he leaned against the middle rope where a knee was driven into his back that rebounded him back into the mat. He placed an arm over his lower back, and K.L Henson decided to amplify it. He dragged Andre over to the corner, and helped him back up to his feet to actually sit him onto the top turnbuckle. As droopy as Andre was, K.L climbed up onto the middle rope, and smashed his forearms into the cheek of Andre.

Zach Davis: They’re going up onto the top rope! This is it! Be prepared, we’re going up in the air for this one!

Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes, and K.L Henson are on the ropes! This could end really bad for them.

He placed Andre’s head under his right armpit, and Andre replied by throwing elbows into his right side to stop. Henson headbutts him, and that stops the resistance. As he much as he wanted to fight, he tried. Andre slided out from the grip, and dropped on his feet before him. The moment he turned around, K.L was struck with a Pele Kick into the face that sat him down on top of the turnbuckle instead of Andre. Seeing the opportunity, he climbed right on the middle rope using Henson for balance. Leaping backwards off the second rope, he wrapped his legs around the neck of his opponent, and flipped him over from the ropes to plant his back in the center of the ring. Both men are down.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: SUPER-RANA! Andre just threw K.L Henson down onto the canvas with a SUPER-RANA!

Gravedigger: NO! NO NO! Get up K.L! Get up!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

It took them awhile until they both managed to get back on their feet. Both men really fatigued, and both men giving everything they got to even continue the match. Suddenly, K.L strikes him with a forearm shot that made him step back a few steps. Andre bounced back with an elbow into his head that pushed him back. No more wasting time, and they fire back and forth with elbows, and forearms until they keep simultaneously hitting each other. The crowd was raging, and they continued on their feet to cheer them. Henson swipes an arm away, and Rolling Elbows Andre on the back of his head that stuns him. Quickly hugging him, he lifts him over into a bridged German Suplex!

One!

Two!

Andre kicks out, and rolls over onto his chest. Henson rolls over back onto his feet, feeling everything coming into his own ball game. He quickly pulls up him by the arm, and launches him into the ropes again. When rebounded, Andre just drop kicks him into the ropes by the velocity springs him over out of the ring onto his chest. Henson barely wipes the blood from his lip off the harsh landing as the crowd is chanting for Andre to dive.

Zach Davis: Andre Holmes is looking to dive! Do it Andre!

Freddy Whoa: Here he goes, and now he’s going to hit it!

As K.L Henson turns around, Andre dives through the bottom, and middle rope to spear his chest thus spearing him down into the barricade. The impact was harsh, and he rolls off getting up all fired up from the energy he exerted. He drags K.L into the ring, and goes put the finishing touches on it. Holding onto the right arm of Henson, he throws him into the ropes and when he rebounds, he pops his body up high into the air to catch him down on his shoulders to Samoan Drop him before rolling back over his body onto one leg to splash him down with a Standing Shooting Star Splash!

Gravedigger: SHOOTING STAR SAMOAN! NOT LIKE THIS! THE PIN IS MADE!
One!

Two!

Henson kicks out before the three is made, and Andre moves back down into the corner. He holds onto each side of the top rope, leaning forward as he stands on his feet. Henson is crawling to the opposing corner, and putting his hands on the top rope to drag himself to stand up barely. A full charge across the ring, and Andre kicks his foot right across the face of Henson with a Yakuza Kick.

Freddy Whoa: YAKUZA KICK! YAKUZA KICK! ARE WE GOING TO SEE THE PHOENIX SPLASH?!

As Henson rolls down onto his back, Andre quickly climbs up onto the top rope. Looking down below him, he leaps high into the air backwards corkscrewing his body into a 450 flip only to land on his feet before rolling forward from the momentum as Henson moved. Standing up, Henson nails him with a Superkick into the jaw, and takes his chin on top of his shoulder before snapping down on his ass to contort the spinal cord of Andre backwards as he falls onto the mat a dead corpse.

Zach Davis: SPINAL TAP! K.L HENSON JUST GOT NAILED WITH THE SPINAL TAP!

Gravedigger: HERE’S THE PIN! MAKE IT!

One!

Two!

Thre-

Andre kicks out, and Henson is done with this. How?! How in the hell did he even do that? All the questions, and doubts are rushing to his mind. He leans against the referee, begging for him to call the match but it’s a two count. So out of rage, he quickly mounts on top of Andre, and pounds his fist into the head of him. It’s so bad that a cut open under his left eye, and blood fairly poorly drains out from the mild open wound. The referee pushes him off, and checks on the condition. Henson is waiting for Andre to get up on his feet, and when he does. The time has come. He runs to the to the ropes, and hops onto the second rope only for the back of his head to get Tornado Kicked off the return.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD! K.L HENSON JUST GOT KICKED IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD OFF THE SPRINGBOARD!

He was unresponsive, and Andre was on his chest breathing heavily. Shoving his hands against the mat, it takes him a while to get up. Henson is barely breathing, and he limps over while wiping the blood gushing from his face. Picking up Henson by his head, it was his turn. He shoves his head right between his legs, and leaned forward to wrap his arms around the waist. He completely flipped him onto his shoulders, and ran into the corner to Powerbomb him right onto the turnbuckles.

Zach Davis: BAD LANDING! BAD LANDING! IT’S OVER!

Henson quickly had no time to even recover as he fell on his knees, and Andre went out as he turned his right thigh.

Andre Holmes: DIE HENSON!

He snapped across the left distance to shoot out his right leg in a Superkick only for Henson to grab onto it in the nick of time. Spinning him around, Henson ducked right under the right arm to hop onto the second rope again, and flip backwards into more a Moonsault until Andre snaps down onto his back catching his body on top of his with his legs wrapped around his waist, and his legs tied up in the arms to apply in the rare Gorilla Clutch version of his submission finisher!

Freddy Whoa: GORILLA CLUTCH. IT’S LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! THIS IS IT! HE’S GOT HIM!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP!

K.L Henson is screaming at the top of his lungs, and his entire body was shaking. The added torque of air being squeezed from his body, and Andre leaning forward to put all the pressure on his back. He couldn’t resist, and he tapped out.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by submission, Andre Holmes!

He lied there on the canvas, drying his face of the blood. After the match was over, the referee help him sat up with an arm around the ribcage as that match really took a lot of him. He smiled, getting revenge, and ended the tyrant reign of K.L Henson over the past few months.

Zach Davis: He did it! Andre Holmes put K.L Henson down, and has proved that he was the right one to beat one of the leading members of House of Ophelia! This victory is yours, Rebellution wins!

Gravedigger: Commercial….

Television Title Match
Shadowlove vs Tiffany White

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Television Championship!

"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena.

Crowd: OMG! OMFG! OMG! OMFG! OMG!

Zach Davis: Momentum, there is no other word for it. Shadowlove has been coming out each and every week and showing that hunger, that drive that defines a challenger.

Freddy Whoa: It’s hard to pick against Tiffany White after her performance against Stuart Slane, but if anyone could do it, it’s Shadowlove!

Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing Standing Ovation from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.

The Audience appears to be. . . STUNNED SILENT!

Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.

Zach Davis: And don’t forget guys, there is a pretty big X-factor at play here! Ms. Miyamoto could definitely have a hand in the outcome of this one!

Gravedigger: It’s always good to have someone watching your back, Zach! Ms. Miyamoto is the equalizer that it going to win Shadowlove the TV title, I guarantee it.

The lights go out in the arena, as "A Bolt From The Blue" hits the PA, the lights sync themselves with the intro.

"AHH AHH. AHH AHH."

Zach Davis: And there she is! Tiffany White! And a lot of people think that she should be the defending champion in this match after the showdown with Slane.

Gravedigger: Wah wah. You don’t just get handed anything in WCF, Zach! If you want to be a champion, you have to earn it!

The beat drops as blue strobe lights spaz out across the arena. Tiffany White finally comes out from the back, blowing kisses to any attractive ladies she sees in the crowd. A guy in the front row catcalls her, which she responds with a swift middle finger. She rushes into the ring, bouncing around in time with the music, and as the song fades out she gets ready for the match.

The referee holds the championship in the air as both competitors stare across the ring from one another. Shadowlove leans over the rope and whispers something to Miyamoto, who offers a coy grin as she turns towards Tiffany, a devious look on her face. Tiffany responds by exaggeratedly blowing a kiss towards the manager, turning the devious look into one of confusion and disgust.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The moment the bell rings Tiffany explodes out of the corner, catching Shadowlove off guard! She flies across the ring with a clothesline, and knocks him to his back! He quickly tries to make his way to his feet but Tiffany rebounds off the ropes and connects with another! Shadowlove is reeling early as Tiffany goes for a third!

But Ms. Miyamoto grabs her legs as she rebounds off the ropes, tripping her face first into the mat with a thud! The crowd begins raining boos on Ms. Miyamoto, who throws her hands up innocently and offers the crowd a smug grin.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! How did the ref not see that??

Gravedigger: You know that WCF recruits its referees from the local school for the blind, Zach.

In the ring, Shadowlove has recovered and pounces on the Prone white, cinching up with a tight headlock. Tiffany struggles to break free, but Shadowlove has the hold in ironclad! Tiffany manages to shove shadowlove, and pushes him in the ropes, and in the rebound he is shoved free!

Shadowlove runs off the opposite ropes, trying to use the momentum from Tiffany’s shove, but she sees him coming and hurls him end over end with a running arm drag! She quickly grabs onto his exposed arm and locks in a straight armbar! Shadowlove immediately begins flailing in pain as she cinches in the hold, crying out for him to tap as the crowd goes wild!

Freddy Whoa: Outstanding chain wrestling from Tiffany White!

Zach Davis: Shadowlove left his arm out there and Tiffany held it tight!

Shadowlove tries to pull himself towards the bottom rope, but the hold is tight and Tiffany is lot letting him move! He screams in agony as the ref checks if he wants to tap! He crawls, inch by inch towards the bottom rope, reaching out to grab it, but he can’t…quite…

The ref turns towards Tiffany, and in the brief instant when his head is turned, Ms. Miyamoto grabs Shadowlove’s arm and yanks him to the bottom rope, allowing him to break free! The ref orders Tiffany to break the count, but Tiff argues that Miyamoto interfered! The referee didn’t see it though, and orders the hold broken!

Tiffany, with visible frustration, frees Shadowlove’s arm. But rather than continuing the punishment, she rolls under the rope, approaching Ms. Miyamoto, whose back is turned to the title challenger! Tiffany stands behind her, hands on hips, waiting for her to notice, and as Ms. Miyamoto hears the roar of the crowd, she slowly turns around, a look of panic coming over her face as she sees Tiffany.

Tiffany reaches out, grabs Miyamoto by the sides of the head and pulls her in for a lip lock!

Zach: Hoo boy!

Gravedigger: Getting a little hot in here for anyone else?

But no! At the last moment, Shadowlove connects with a baseball slide, blindsiding Tiffany and knocking her to the barrier! Miyamoto, visibly shaken from the moment, turns and runs up the ramp in a panic as Shadowlove calls after her. He looks at his fleeing manager and his prone opponent, and decides to continue the match, hurling Tiffany roughly back under the ropes.

Shadowlove is clearly not messing around anymore, a grim look of seriousness over his face as he grabs Tiffany by the hair and pulls her roughly to her feet. She swings a weak punch at him, but he lets it swing by weakly and connects with a hard left hook with a closed fist! Tiffany’s knees buckle as the referee warns Shadowlove about closed fists. Shadowlove cocks an eyebrow at the referee, and he backs away, intimidated.

Shadowlove drags Tiffany to the turnbuckle and begins slamming her head repeatedly into the turnbuckle! Tiffany is unable to respond and is ragdolled in the corner by the repeated punishment! The referee gives Shadowlove a 4-count, when he finally stops, then delivers an open palm slap against Tiffany’s face!

Zach Davis: Total disrespect here!

Gravedigger: I love it!

Tiffany falls to her knees and Shadowlove looks with utter contempt at her before delivering a superkick to her face! She falls in a heap as Shadowlove raises his hands in the air, signaling for the finish!

Freddy Whoa: Shadowlove sends Whtie into the corner.... WHITE JUMPS UP!-

DRAGONRANA!

Gravedigger: SHE HITS THE BAD BEAT!

Into the pin.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: TIFFANY WHITE IS OUR NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

The bell sounds. Tiffany White is handed the belt.

Freddy Whoa: What a match!

Gravedigger: Tiffany White felt she was the rightful Television Champion, but she just proved it! Shadowlove has proven to be one of the best newcomers we've seen recently but Tiffany White recovered from her feud with Chance von Crank and she's now wearing championship gold!

White raises her belt in the air as we go to commercial.

United States Title Match
Flag Match
Mikey eXtreme vs Vengeance

Zach Davis: Explosion is off to a hell of a show!

Freddy Whoa: We're about half way through and we have big matches still left to go, bros!

Gravedigger: And I think we're getting ready for the United States Championship match!

Zach Davis: WCF Officials are putting up Ol' Glory - The flag of the United States of America!

Freddy Whoa: So you just bring the flag down and that's who wins?

Gravedigger: In WCF the rules are slightly modified!

Zach Davis: That's right guys, not only do you have to bring the flag down but you have to march it up the ramp and plant it on the stage and that's how we'll decide a winner in tonights Flag Match for the United States Championship!

The arena is blanketed in darkness as "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains hits the PA system. Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, lightning comes crashing into the stage and a red fog fills the arena as Mikey eXtreme, decked out in a King's robe, steps out onto the stage carrying a kendo stick with an American Flag on the end.

Zach Davis: Of course that is NOT the American Flag they'll need to plant on the stage to win this match!

There is a mixed reaction as the crowd wants to boo, but the American Flag wins over some members of the audience. Mikey makes his way down to the ring as Freakshow and Vidalia trail behind. Mikey rolls into the ring as Vidalia grabs the kendo stick flag and heads to his corner. Freakshow begins to circle the ring..

Gravedigger: A true American hero right there..

Freddy Whoa: Freakshow scares me. I don't get it.

Zach Davis: It is what it is..

The lights go out in the arena Vengeance appears on the titantron in red and black letters as pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp aand red lights fill the arena the Vengeful one by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.

Zach Davis: That's the United States Champion!

Gravedigger: NOT a true American Hero.

Freddy Whoa: You don't know that..

Gravedigger: Whatever.

The bell rings as the two men begin to trade knife edge chops across the chest! In the background the camera pans on the American Flag high above one of the turnbuckles in the ring. Vengeance gets the upperhand and puts Mikey into the turnbuckle and throws him across the ring. Mikey hits chest first and stumbles backwards into a sick forearm to the back of his head! Vengeance climbs up the turnbuckle but Mikey yanks him off the turnbuckle as fast as he can and shoves him into the ropes then hitting a clothesline off the rebound! Mikey picks up Vengeance and throws him outside of the ring.

Zach Davis: Remember it's more than just grabbing the flag and bring it down.. you have to take it up the ramp and plant it on the stage!

Freddy Whoa: I love our Flag matches! Always an added twist!

Gravedigger: Mikey is still in control here, guys, and you're just talking about the Flag match rules. Come on! Pay attention!

Mikey hits the ropes and flies through the ropes for a suicide dive but Vengeance side steps and Mikey crashes into the guardrail head first! The crowd ooh's and ahhs as Vengeance slides into the ring.

Zach Davis: My god what a crash for Mikey!

Gravedigger: He might be out cold!

Vengeance gets to his feet and walks over to the corner with the flag but Vidalia jumps onto the apron to distract him. The crowd gasps as Vengeance walks over to her and the two begin to yell at each other.

Zach Davis: What the hell is Vengeance going to do here?!

Gravedigger: If he lays a hand on her, he can kiss his career goodbye!

Mikey sneaks back into the ring and takes the legs out from Vengeance! Mikey picks up Vengeance and hits a DDT. A chair is thrown into the ring as well.

Zach Davis: This IS a no DQ type match! The ref is just in there to ensure the flag is planted correctly!

Mikey picks up the chair and nails Vengeance across the back laying him out inside the ring! Mikey throws the chair down and climbs up the turnbuckle and grabs the American flag.

Zach Davis: He has the flag! He has the flag!

Gravedigger: He should be crowned new United States Champion right now!

Freddy Whoa: But you still have to take it up the ramp and plant it on the stage!

Mikey gets off the turnbuckle and turns around to a low blow from Vengeance! Mikey drops the flag and Vengeance hits Lights Out! The crowd reacts how they normally would!

Zach Davis: That could be it!

Gravedigger: It could be, but you don't pin your opponent in this type of match! It's all about that flag..

Freddy Whoa: And the United States Championship! Vengeance is in control now..

Zach Davis: If he could get up!

Vengeance still feeling the affect of the chair shot gets to his feet and grabs the flag as Mikey is getting up slowly too. Vengeance looks at the flag in his hand and then shrugs and swings the flag pole down and strikes Mikey against the back! Vengeance puts the flag across Mikey's throat and uses it to hit a russian leg sweep!

Zach Davis: A Russian leg sweep!

Gravedigger: More like an American Flag Leg Sweep!

Freddy Whoa: Vengeance still in control, but he needs to take the flag up the ramp!

Vengeance grabs the flag and rolls out of the ring taking a breather before trying to head to the ramp but Mikey comes flying over the top rope in a crazy suicide dive and this time hitting Vengeance in the back and both men crash to the floor! The crowd goes crazy at the move!

Zach Davis: OH MY!! A LAST MOVE OF DESPERATION FOR MIKEY!

Gravedigger: THE FORMER UNITED STATES CHAMPION THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND DOING ANYTHING HE CAN TO GET HIS TITLE BACK!

Freddy Whoa: Whooooaaa this is crazy for a Flag match!

Both men get to their feet and trade slaps, punches, kicks and more knife edge chops! Mikey starts hitting chop, chop, punch, punch, and a chop and goes for a wild punch but Vengeance ducks and then hits a combo of punches, kicks and chops of his own and goes for a wild punch but Mikey ducks, they both hit a clothesline and both men go down once again!

Zach Davis: Both men trying to get the upper hand here tonight, both men want to plant that flag and solidify themselves as THE United States Champion tonight!

Mikey gets to his feet just as Vengeance is at the bottom of the ramp and Mikey hits Vengeance with the sidekick!

Zach Davis: X MARKS THE SPOT!

Gravedigger: Vengeance drops down! He might be done!

Mikey takes advantage and hits a running dropkick to the face of Vengeance!

Zach Davis: EXTINGUISHED!

Freddy Whoa: Now Mikey is in control!

Gravedigger: Damn right he is!

Mikey picks up the flag and starts to walk up the ramp but kneeling down after a few feet and taking a breather.

Zach Davis: This match has already taken the breath out of both men!

Gravedigger: Well the United States Championship is on the line, of course both men are going to give it all so early in this match!

Mikey gets back to a vertical base and begins walking up the ramp. The ref following in tow to see if we have a winner.

Zach Davis: Remember he just has to plant it where the X is at the top of the ramp on the stage!

Gravedigger: We know how this match works, you don't have to keep reminding us!

Mikey gets to the top of the ramp and turns around, presumably to taunt Vengeance before planting the flag but Vengeance is already at full speed and nails Mikey with a running big boot! Mikey goes flying backwards dropping the flag!

Zach Davis: Wait the flag!

Gravedigger: And it just rolled off the stage!

Vengeance and Mikey are both down.

Zach Davis: This has come down to this! Who can win this match right here right now!

Vengeance gets to his feet first and grabs Mikey and puts him in the powerbomb position!

Zach Davis: This could be it! Last Rites right here!

Mikey is picked up but he punches his way out of it! A poke to the eye and Vengeance is blind as a bat! Mikey turns Vengeance around and hits his finisher!

Zach Davis: EXPLOSION! EXPLOSION! ITS OVER!

Vidalia picks up the flag by the stage and hands it to Mikey and he plants the American Flag on the spot and the ref rings the bell!

Zach Davis: ITS PLANTED AND MIKEY HAS WON THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP BACK!

Gravedigger: MIKEY HAS DONE IT!

Freddy Whoa: A two time United States Champion! Good job for Mikey!

The fans boo Mikey eXtreme.

Zach Davis: May God have mercy on our wonderful American souls.

Hardcore Title Match
Oblivion vs Katherine Phoenix

Zach Davis: Coming up next is the WCF Hardcore Championship Match!!

Gravedigger: HELL YEAH!!

Freddy Whoa: This past week both Katherine Phoenix, the champion and Oblivion The God of Insanity, the challenger have been experiencing spiritual, anger, metaphysical, demonic feelings.

Gravedigger leaps up out of his seat.

Gravedigger: OBLIVION HAS SEEN THE LIGHT!

The inner lights of the United Center go out. The crowd begins to murmur.

Zach Davis: We all know who is coming out next.

Freddy Whoa: The question is... WHO are we about to see??

Gravedigger: BETTER question is... WHAT are about to see?

An air raid siren blares out. As golden and white strobe lights flash as the beginning guitar riffs of "Click... Click... Boom!!!" begin. YEAH!!!

Oblivion rush out to the entrance stage to a rush of cheering crowd. The God of Insanity runs to the left edge, of the stage, thrusts IT's arms out to the crowd....

The crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Oblivion turns around runs to the end of the stage and acknowledge the other fans...

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Oblivion runs to the center the of the stage pose then flexes as pyrotechnics flies everywhere....

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, first... The challenger... From the City by the Bay... The God of Insanity... OBLIVION!

C'MON C'MON C'MON C'MON
On these Saturdays when kids go out and play
You I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze

Halfway down the aisle, Oblivion spins around with ITs arms extended out, with knees slightly bended.

Was faded not jaded
Just a kid with pen and a pen
With big imagination....

CLICK CLICKBOOM I'M COMING DOWN THIS STEREO
HEAR ME ON THIS STEREO
CLICK CLICK BOOM I'M COMING DOWN WITH THE NEW STYLE
AND YOU KNOW ITS BUCK WILD

Oblivion sees a metal trash can full of random stuff. IT grabs and runs around the ring, dumping out the items out of the trash can. Oblivion climbs into the ring and begins pacing back and forth waiting for his opponent.

Gravedigger: You see that wild look in IT's eyes!! OH YEA!! OBLIVION IS READY!! THE GOD OF INSANITY IS READY!!

The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Desire" by Meg Myers 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 the Hardcore Champion... 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 immediately gets into Oblivions face.

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix looks ready to go!!

Gravedigger: LET'S GET THIS MATCH STARTED!!!! HELL YEAH!!!

[DING-DING!!]

Oblivion roars out....

Zach Davis: The Dark Messiah charges towards champion.

Gravedigger: But the champion shows no fear...

THUMP...

Oblivion: UGH!!!

Freddy Whoa: Ringy dingy ding-ding!!

Oblivion grabs his family jewels and drops to IT's knees...

Freddy Whoa: Katherine wasting no time going straight for the weapons here, grabbing herself a kendo stick!!!

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!

Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix has gone gone completely apeshit!!! My god!!!

Zach Davis: In less than three minutes, Katherine Phoenix has split open Oblivion!!

The Hardcore Champion has stopped hitting the challenger and throws down the kendo stick.

Freddy Whoa: Stupid move.

Katherine Phoenix begins to laugh as she mocks the downed Oblivion... she bounces over to the turnbuckle and climbs it cheering herself on.

Zach Davis: Katherine thinks this thing is over already...

The United Center erupts as Oblivion sits up. Katherine is standing on the second turnbuckle to a mixed crowd. Oblivion hurries to Katherine who looks over her shoulder grabbing The Dark Messiah and rolling...

Gravedigger: Tornado DDT!!

Zach Davis: Thus far Katherine Phoenix the aggressor here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Yes but she better not start getting too cocky, the monster might be down but he is not out.

Katherine continues to laugh at the monster as she boots him HARD into his face.

Gravedigger: Pin him you fool!

Katherine looks at Gravedigger and smiles, before once again looking down at Oblivion waiting for him to do something... almost toying with him.

Crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI!

Zach Davis: This live crowd cheering for the challenger...

Katherine reaches down and goes to pick Oblivion up off the canvas but he throws her arms away and pushes her away towards the turnbuckle, getting back up onto his feet himself. Katherine charges at the monster, Oblivion knocking her with a lariat.

Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up Katherine Phoenix and throws her into the ropes.

The God of Insanity clotheslines Katherine out of the ring, Phoenix crashing to the floor below bouncing off the ring apron.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Katherine Phoenix hit her hip hard on the ring apron , but she disappeared. Oblivion is about to exit the ring...

CLANG!!

Gravedigger: SURPRISE!! GOTCHA!!

Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix caught off Oblivion by surprise with that steel chair!

WHAM!! WHAM!!

As Oblivion tries to stumble away...

JAB!!

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix stuck the chair in the mid-section of the challenger.

CLANG!!

Chair is dropped...

WHAM!!

Boot to Oblivion's mid-section.

WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Gravedigger: DDT ON THE CHAIR!! Oblivion is badly busted open!!

Katherine Phoenix is standing over Oblivion, yelling at the monster...

Katherine Phoenix: Didn't I tell you... I told you... I told you I would kick your ass!! I told you to leave me alone, you peanut butter bitch!!

Oblivion reaches up at Katherine Phoenix's throat. The crowd freaks out!! Oblivion stands up....

WHOOSH-WHAM-BOOM!!

Gravedigger: YES!! YES!! YES!! YES!!

Zach Davis: TWO HANDED CHOKE BOMB ON THE CHAIR!!

Oblivion grabs Katherine Phoenix....

EYE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!!

Katherine stumbles down onto one knee but Oblivion grabs her around her neck and begins to pull her up the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: Where is he taking her?!

Katherine elbows Oblivion hard in his ribs as the two of them reach the top of the ramp. They begin throwing hard rights and lefts, neither one of them willing to give up the fight here.

Oblivion and Katherine Phoenix continue to brawl as they head towards the backstage curtain and push each other through it...

Freddy Whoa: And they're taking this backstage! The staff back there better watch themselves this could get very very messy.

Gravedigger: Someone get a camera back there! Follow them you fools!

The camera crew quickly rush to where the two wrestlers are as Oblivion is seen throwing punching Katherine down by the interview area.

THROOOOOOOOOW-WHAM!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Gravedigger: Oblivion just threw the Hardcore Champion into a stack of television crew equipment.

Oblivion walks over to Katherine, but the dark haired vixen won't allow him to get any closer to her and boots the monster hard straight into his privates for his troubles. Oblivion falls to the floor in pain as Katherine picks herself up off the floor brushing herself down. Katherine grabs a nearby steel chair and grins at Oblivion, who was starting to shake off the cobwebs and pull himself together.

Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix is running to a pizza counter with the steel chair in her hand!

Several WCF fans gather around the scene as Oblivion storms into the area, pushing a few of the fans aside to get to Katherine, not realizing that she had climbed on top of a nearby vending machine and was waiting for him...

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! Katherine just flew off that vending machine and smashed that steel chair off of Oblivions skull!

Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix nearly tore off Oblivion's head off!!!

The champion picks up Oblivion, looking into the monsters face and proceeds to laugh.

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix is laughing at Oblivion.

Katherine Phoenix: I will NEVER let you be HARDCORE champion again. Dance for me!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> I ORDER YOU!! Do the nae -nae!! DO IT NOW!! Entertain me!! DO MY BIDDING!! YOU NO GOOD PEANUT BUTTER BITCH!! *SLAP*

Oblivion reaches over and grab a red hot large pepperoni pizza and slap it into the face of Katherine Phoenix.

Katherine Phoenix(screams): AHHHHHHH!!!

Zach Davis: Oh my god! Katherine is covered in pizza toppings!

Gravedigger: Hahahahaha this is great!!

Oblivion grabs the champion but Katherine manages to reach over and grab a kettle, throwing boiling hot water over the monster.

Oblivion: AHHHH!!!! FUCKING HOT!!

Katherine Phoenix grabs a replica world championship belt one of the fans pass her and slams it directly into the monsters skull several times.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!!!

Katherine grabs Oblivion up off the floor and jumps up onto a nearby table....

Gravedigger: OH MY GOD!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: JUMPING DDT ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!

Freddy Whoa: Katherine is going for the cover!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE

Gravedigger: NO! OBLIVION KICKED OUT!!!

Freddy Whoa: How did he kick out after that?!

Katherine looks down at Oblivion in shock as she begins to wonder what she can do next to keep him down. Katherine wraps her hands around the monsters head and slowly picks him up onto his feet...

Zach Davis: What is she doing?

Freddy Whoa: Katherine is dragging Oblivion down towards one of the merchandise tables...

Katherine Phoenix throws Oblivion into the table and sends a hard right hand into his face before climbing up on top of it. Before Katherine can do anything though, Oblivion trips her causing her to fall flat on her back onto the table.

Freddy Whoa: What's Oblivion doing?!

Gravedigger: Looks like IT's getting on the table!!

Zach Davis: That table might not hold!!

WHAM!!

Oblivion kicks the champion in the gut.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Oblivion dropped Katherine Phoenix with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Gravedigger: HANGOVER!!!

Zach Davis: Both of them look broken!!

Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix isnt moving. She might be badly hurt here...

The arena roars with cheers as the monster sits up and looks over at the downed champion who still has no moved. Oblivion just stares at Katherine with a sick smile on his face happy with the damage he has caused.

Gravedigger: Oblivion is going for the cover... this thing is over. No way Katherine is kicking out shes completely out of it.

Oblivion throws his arm on top of Katherine as the referee gets down onto his knees and begins to make the count...

ONE...

TWO...

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!

Gravedigger: WHAT... WHAT HAPPENED?!! WHO IN THE HELL... IS THAT!?!?

Freddy Whoa: IT'S THURSDAY!!! WHAT DID SHE DO?!! SHE HAS NO RIGHT TO GET INVOLVED IN THIS!!!

Thursday standa above Oblivion and Katherines downed bodies with a taser in her hand and a wicked grin across her face.

Zach Davis: She has no right getting involved in this match!

Gravedigger: I hate to say it, Zach... but this is a Hardcore match... everything goes!

Thursday steps over to Katherine and checks on her, shaking her a bit to try and wake her up. Katherine eventually begins to move as she sits up with blood pouring down her face, tiny bits of table still poking into her flesh.

Freddy Whoa: Thursday just nodded her head... what does this mean?!

Zach Davis: I... I have no idea?

Thursday once again smiles wickedly at Oblivion as she picks the monster up onto his feet...

Freddy Whoa: DDT!!! THURSDAY JUST HIT OBLIVION WITH A SPIKE DDT!!!

Katherine practically collapses on top of Oblivion as Thursday nods her head happy with what she has done.

Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix is covering Oblivion... the referee has to count here...

Zach Davis: No! Not like this! Not like this!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Freddy Whoa: Damn it! No! No! No! No!

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix has just beaten Oblivion... I can not believe it.

Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT... THIS IS BULLSHIT... THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... and STILL Hardcore Champion... KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!

The crowd continue to boo loudly as Thursday helps Katherine up onto her feet, practically carrying the champion away from the scene.

Freddy Whoa: I can't believe what we just witnessed...

Zach Davis: Oblivion is not going to be happy about this... I wouldn't want to be in Thursdays boots right now.

Gravedigger: Haha this was great! Thursday made the right decision here tonight and I'm sure #BeachKrew couldn't be happier.

Freddy Whoa: Just cut to commerical... this is bullshit!

Zach Davis: Whoa!

Three Stages of Hell Match
Logan vs Steve Orbit

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, the build has been rough. It has been a ball of emotions for these two fighters. Logan and Steve Orbit, both world champions, both hall of fame guys but right now, it’s a step over the line.

Freddy Whoa: If that’s what you want to call it. Logan thinks he can do anything he wants because hes the face of Treachery or some shit. Shee-it, My boy, the Oakland Mack ain’t going down like no punk bitch. That’s why we got ourselves a three stages of hell match.

Gravedigger: I got a lot of respect for Orbit but not for Logan. This is the match that breaks it off. Its going to end tonight and its going to end badly.

Freddy Whoa: A lot of people think this match favors Logan.

Gravedigger: And it does. Logans a Hardcore Maniac.

Freddy Whoa: But Orbit ain’t no stranger. You gotta ask where Orbits head is at during all this. I’ll tell you. Its puttin’ the straight up hurtin’ onto Logan and his punk ass. Black life is really gone matter up in here tonight.

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first.. from Chesapeake, Virginia.. He stands six foot, five inches tall and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds… He is the Face of Treachery…. LLOO-GAANN!!

Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades

Freddy Whoa: Hell yah. See this dude right here, Orbit gone kill this dude. Diggs, check this cats pockets for change, he ain’t gonna need it.

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."

Kyle Steel: Introducing next…From Oakland Californ-I-A, He stands at six foot-two inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He is the Oakland Mac… STEVE ORRRR-BIIITTTT!!

Freddy Whoa: There he is, a killah. I’d arrest him my self but look at him- Steve Orbit is a fly motha..

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Orbit struts to the ring, taking time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hang. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips as the crowd pops. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stretches in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

The bell doesn’t even have a chance to ring as Orbit and Logan are at each other with rights and lefts. Logan hits a few big knees, trying to use the weight and height advantage but Orbit no sells the attack like a bawssee and starts crackin elbows.

DING- DING

The two men square up in a collar-elbow tie up but that’s gets broken as Logan backs up, trying to catch Orbit off guard so he can capitalize on a rushing attack but Orbit drops down, holding the top rope as Logan spills over it. Logan hangs on, however, and is able to catch himself and stand on the apron. Orbit turns around and uses the bottom rope to spring up little bit to jaw jack Logan to falls to the floor.

Freddy Whoa: See, I told ya. Logan getting’ wreckt up in here.

Orbit takes to the turnbuckle and waits for Logan to get to his feet.

Zach Davis: Orbit taking to the air with a cross body.

Gravedigger: Caught by Logan. Powerslam by Logan.

Zach Davis: Ugh, the taunts.

Logan lays down right next to Orbit and yells in his face.

Logan: Is that what you wanted, boy? Huh? Is this what you wanted? SHUT UP!

Logan starts slapping Orbit in the face and laughing as the crowd boos.

Logan: SHUT UP!

Logan picks up Orbit and starts chopping into him just to taunt him even more.

Logan: Come on, Orbit!

CHOP

Logan: Come on, Orbit.

CHOP

Logan: That’s right. Just stand there and take it.

CHOP

Orbit staggers back on weak legs as Logan looks for a clothesline.

Zach Davis: Falling double knee smash!

Orbit clutches at his chest as he slowly gets to his feet. Logan is quick to follow but Orbit shoulders him into the steel post. Logan cracks his shoulder against it and is lumped over for a moment. Orbit backs up a little bit to run and dives feet first under the bottom rope, hitting a drive by kick to the head of Logan. Logan staggers away and falls to a knee, holding his head. Orbit psych’s himself up on the other side of the ring as he starts taunting Logan.

Orbit: Did I want this? Did I want this? Ya damn right! But you don’t want any of me. Nah, son.

Orbit runs at Logan but Logan pops up to his feet.

Gravedigger: Samoan Drop! Extra emphasis on the drop, Orbit may have snapped his neck.

Zach Davis: And look at Logan, he’s sitting there laughing and clapping his hands.

Logan: Where are your children, Steven? Where are your girls? Do you know?

Logan turns back Orbit to taunt him more.

Logan: They aren’t safe, Steven. They aren’t safe!

Logan goes to pick Orbit up but Orbit sinks in a head lock. Logan tries to power out of it but Orbit sinks it deeper and flips it over into a submission hold.

Freddy Whoa: Twenty –Three Hour Lockdown. That right there is why you don’t mess with Steve Orbit or his children.

Zach Davis: But this is a falls count anywhere. That’s the first fall. You can’t win by submission.

Gravedigger: No, but you can make your opponent black out. At the very least, Logan will be too tired to continue.

Zach Davis: Look at the power of Logan. He’s hanging in there.

Freddy Whoa: Probably because he’s too stupid to quit.

Gravedigger: It’s all mind games.

Zach Davis: Logan is standing up! He’s almost at a vertical base.

Logan throws himself backwards, sending Orbit crashing into the side of the ring.

Zach Davis: I don’t think Orbit had that submission locked in fully. Both men are out.

Orbit starts stir and crawls a few steps as he collapses and puts his arm over Logan for a pin.

The ref counts.

1..

2..

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: Logan with the shoulder up!

Gravedigger: That sends a message. It tells Orbit that Logan isn’t going down so easy. He’s been in there with the best of them and he’s put them all away. You need that if you’re going to be a five time world champion and three time WAR winner.

Orbit gets to his feet; dragging Logan up with him. Orbit hits a few clubs to the back and puts Logan into a half nelson and turns it into a suplex!

Freddy Whoa: Honey Dip!

Orbit goes for another pin.

1..

2..

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: Logan kicks out again.

Orbit starts stomping away at Logan before going under the ring and getting a chair. He comes after Logan but Logan gets up in a flash and hits a massive spine buster!

Zach Davis: Fir everything Orbit does, Logan has an answer for it.

Logan: They told me, Orbit. They told me. They miss you. They miss their daddy.. HAHAHAHA!

Logan looks down and eyes the chair. He smiles as he picks it up and flips it around.

Logan: You look tired, Steven.

Logan cracks Orbit with the chair.

Logan: Its late, Steven.

CRACK

Logan: You should read them a story, Steven.

CRACK!

Logan: Tell me a story, Steven!

CRACK!

Zach Davis: This is sick. Logan is taking way too much enjoyment in this. Orbit cant even defend himself.

Gravedigger: Every time Orbit tries to get to his feet, Logan smashes him with a chair.

Crowd: OR-BIT, OR-BIT, OR-BIT

Orbit gets to his knees as Logan raises the chair above his head…

Zach Davis: Orbit with a last ditch effort, pulling the arm through and hitting a low blow.

Orbit gets to his feet and rocks Logan with a fame-asser, bouncing Logans face off the back of the steel chair.

Orbit makes a soft cover.

1..

2..

3..

NOO!!!

Gravedigger: And Logan kicks out- AGAIN!

Zach Davis: Makes you wonder what Orbit has to do to put Logan away.

Orbit rolls off of Logan, breathing heavy, holding face in disbelief.

But then theres Logan without missing a beat; laughing as he sits up.

Logan: Shouldn’t have done that Steven. You shouldn’t have done that, DAD! HAHAHAHA!!!

Logan gets up and gets the chair again.

Orbit gets to his knees.

Logan: They told me, they love you. They told me, Steven.

Logan stands Orbit up, holding him close.

Logan: They told me to give you something. They have a present for you, Dad.

Logan puts the around the neck of Orbit.

Zach Davis: Whats Logan got planned? Whats he going to do?

Freddy Whoa: I hope he’s not doing what I think he’s going to do.

Gravedigger: He’s a sick man. If you think he won’t, you’re wrong.

Logan Puts Orbit into a sleeper with the seat of the chair pressed around his neck.

Logan: It’s a ticket, Steven.

WHAM!

Zach Davis: OH MY GAWD!!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit!

Logan: Welcome to Connector City, DAD!

The pin.

1..

2..

3..

DING DING!

Zach Davis: Oh my Lord; that’s just insane.

Freddy Whoa: He just taunted Orbit for the entire length of the fall.

Gravedigger: Then capped it off with a trip to Connector City. HAHAHAHA. I love it.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen.. the winner of the first fall… Logan!!!

Senior ref, Stanley Moses checks on Orbit, delaying the start of the second fall. He crosses his arms and holds them up in the air.

Zach Davis: That’s not good. That means that Orbit is in need of serious medical help.

Freddy Whoa: Logan is just a sick human being. This was personal but he took it too far.

EMTS come out to check on Orbit as the ring crew set up for the Thiapei death match; uncertain if the match will continue.

Logan: What’s wrong Steven? Do you got a boo-boo? Did uncle Logan give you a boo-boo? HAHAHAHA I told you, Steven. I told you.

Zach Davis: Steve is unresponsive.

The EMTS gets the back board, loading Orbit onto the stretcher and start to wheel him to the back. Logan gets the mic from Kyle Steel and rolls back into the ring.

Logan: DAD-DY… DAD-DY… HAHAHA… Don’t worry Steven. I’ll keep them safe. I’ll keep them very, VERY, SAFE!

Orbit gets his hand up and puts it on the EMT.

Zach Davis: I think Orbit has some fight in him. He’s got his hand on the EMT.

Freddy Whoa: I think Orbit wants back in this. He ain’t dead. You’ll have to kill em’

Gravedigger: I don’t think Logan will have a problem with that.

Crowd: OR-BIT, OR-BIT, OR-BIT!!

Orbit rolls off the stretcher and falls to the ground.

Logan: DAD-DY.. DAD-DY.. DAD-DY..

Orbit starts crawling towards the ring but collapses down again. The EMTS rush to him as Logan keeps on laughing and the crowd keeps cheering. Orbit gets to all fours and pounds his fist on the ground. He staggers to his feet and just points at Logan as the crowd goes INSANE!

Freddy Whoa: Hashtag slash the throat, is trending. The world is with Orbit on this!

Logan slides out the backside of the ring as the ring crew starts wrapping his hands in tape. Orbit approaches the front side the ring as other crew members start wrapping his hands. The EMTS give Orbit a chair to sit in as they evaluate him further to make sure that he can continue. They mumble to him as Orbit keeps nodding his head and glancing over at Logan. Both men get their hands wrapped and dipped in resin and glass. Logan is nothing but sadistic smiles as Orbits eyes are glossed over- he’s not all there.

Zach Davis: Logan slides into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Orbit gets to his feet. Standing on his own power.

Gravedigger: And we start the second fall. This is going to be a blood bath!

Orbit staggers to the apron and tries to climb up it but can’t. Stanley Moses helps Orbit into the ring and backs him into the corner again to check him out. Stanley nods his head and points to the time keeper.

DING DING

Zach Davis: I don’t know if that was a wise choice.

Freddy Whoa: This is about pride and family. You don’t mess with another mans family.

Gravedigger: And Moses is old school with it too. To him, as long as you’re breathing, you’re fightin’. This is WCF. This isn’t some liberal college. This is a legit blood sport.

Zach Davis: But not at the risk of someone dying.

Gravedigger: It’s a Taipei death match. Death is the keyword.

Orbit walks out to the middle of the ring as Logan looms over him; shoving Orbit down and laughing.

Zach Davis: Orbit cant even stand.

Logan pulls Orbit up by his arm and sends him back down with a belly to belly suplex followed by a falling fist drop to the face- again – and again; laughing the whole time. Logan continues by getting down on the ground and rubbing his glass littered forearm over the face of Orbit who struggles to defend himself. Logan picks up Orbit and locks him into a sleeper, digging that glass into orbits neck.

Freddy Whoa: He could cut a artery, he could kill him.

Gravedigger: Death match, Freddy

Logan: I want you to enjoy this, Steven. Enjoy it, Dad! Enjoy it for @#$%##@ And **#@!#. I know I am!

Orbit is fading as Logan continues to toy with him but the crowd comes alive.

Crowd: OR-BIT, OR-BIT, OR-BIT!

Orbit inches forward and is able to prop his feet up on the ropes and push himself off, causing the two men to fall backwards. Orbit is able to roll out of the sleeper and throws a weak kick to Logan who catches it but falls prey to an enzugiri. Logan is merely stunned as he holds onto Orbits leg as Orbit falls to the ground. Logan drags Orbit close but Orbit is able to free himself and roll away again. He recover before running at Logan and connecting with a tornado DDT.

Both men are down. Stanley Moses counts.

1…2..3..4..

Logan gets to his feet. He grabs Orbit by the sides of his head and brings him up right but Orbit breaks out of it and steps up into a shining wizard!

Again, they both go down.

1..2..3..4…5..

Orbit is able to crawl to the ropes and save himself with a count break. Orbit walks back over to Logan and taunts him.

Steve Orbit: Get up you son of a bitch! Come on!

Logan gets to his feet.

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Crane Kick!

Freddy Whoa: That’s what I’m talkin about.

the ref counts as the crowd counts along.

1.. 2.. 3.. 4..

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit finally catches his breath; hanging off the ropes and cracking a smile.

5..

Freddy Whoa: Its nice to see Orbit on top.

Stanley Moses breaks the count as Logan gets to his feet. Orbit turns around but is caught off guard with a spinning wheel kick into kung fu taunt.

Logan: Whaaawrrr.

Freddy Whoa: Logan with that Xpac heat

Zach Davis: whose that?

Gravedigger: I don’t know but I like it.

Logan: ain’t funny now, is it; Daddy-san?

Logan walks over to the turnbuckle pad and rips it off before going back over to Orbit. Logan picks up Orbit and nails him with a flurry of European upper cuts and knee strikes, into a side head lock then a stalling brainbuster suplex.

Zach Davis: Orbits busted open. He’s wearing the crimson mask. By gawd, will somebody stop the damn match!

Logan isn’t done as he shakes his head. He picks Orbit up and goes for an Impact Style- that trademark flash kick!

Freddy Whoa: Mac has it scouted! Orbit side steps.

Logan tries to regain his footing as Orbit hits the ropes and comes back with a flying corkscrew elbow. Both men are down momentarily before Orbit kips up, feeling enraged by the blood. Orbit gets up as he waits for Logan..

WHAM!

Superkick! Logan stumbles towards the turnbuckle as Orbit takes off at top speed, smashing Logans skull into the top buckle with a running bulldog that sees Orbit float over the top rope and catch himself on the apron. Logan bounces off the buckle as Orbit leaps up on top of it.

Freddy Whoa: Double axe handle from the top!

Gravedigger: Logan is busted open too!

Orbit picks up Logan and whips him into the corner. He runs at Logan for a splash but Logan moves out of the way and Orbits skulls cracks off the exposed pad. Logan grans a sleeper and uses the middle buckle to help power himself through..

Gravedigger: CONNECTOR CITY!

Freddy Whoa: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Stanley Moses counts.

1..2..3..

Orbit gets to a knee and starts crawling towards the exposed buckle. Logan crawls to the opposite corner.

Zach Davis: The crowd starts to stir, there’s something going on.

4..5..

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Its Buddy Roman. Buddy Roman is at ring side.

6..

Roman starts banging on the apron in front of Orbit.

Buddy Roman: Come on, Steven, you can do it! * bang bang bang * Come on !

7..8..

Zach Davis: Buddy just slid something into the ring.

Gravedigger: They look like brass knuckles. NOW WE GOT A FIGHT!

9..

Orbit slips them on as he pulls himself to his feet as Logan does the same. They make their way towards each other..

WHAM!

Freddy Whoa: Pimp Slap!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Another pimp slap.

Logan falls to a knee. As Orbit springboards off the ropes for yet another pimp slap.

Gravedigger: Again both men are down.

The camera gets a close up of Orbits glass wrapped hands and brass knuckles that read “ Proud Father.”

Zach Davis: The brass reads proud father but that’s an understatement, folks.

Stanley Moses counts as Buddy Roman cheers on Orbit.

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

Both men go for the ropes again..

9..

Orbit clings to the ropes again as Logan attempts the same but falls back down..

10!!!

DING DING

Zach Davis Steve Orbit has done it! He’s one the second fall !

Kyle Steel: The winner of the second fall… STEVE ORRBITTT!!

Orbit falls back to the mat as the cage is lowered from the rafters.

Freddy Whoa: This is it. Its one a piece. Logan the first fall and Orbit, the second.

Gravedigger: That cage is down and in WCF, we don’t do pin falls. The only way out is straight up.

Zach Davis: That is right.The only way to win is to escape it.

Gravedigger: They’re locked in now.
Stanley Moses calls for the bell.

DING DING!

Freddy Whoa: Now its just a matter as to who can get up first.

Logan is able to regain balance and get to his feet.

Freddy Whoa: Son of a bitch!

Logan: Come on, Orbit! Wheres that proud father, now; huh? SHUT UP!

Orbit gets to his feet and charges Logan but Logan counters it with a tilt-a-whirl into the side of the cage, zapping Orbit. Logan is able to hold Orbit against the cage for a few moments as Orbit screams out in agony before being powered down with a running power slam.

Zach Davis: all four walls of the cage have electricity being pumped through them. That’s extreme pain right there.

Logan picks up and taunts Orbit but Orbit scoops down and rolls up Logan.

Gravedigger: Remember folks, theres no pin fall.

Logan kicks out but Orbit holds on and turns it into an ankle lock.

Freddy Whoa: Theres no rope break in this match. He’s got to break the hold or break the ankle.

Logan screams in pain, clawing at himself and struggling towards the door.

Zach Davis: Orbit getting satisfaction over this. Logan’s crawling towards the door and Orbits letting him.

Freddy Whoa: That’s because theres no way for Logan to power through the pain and get to the floor. Orbit has the leverage.

Stanley Moses opens the door as Logan grabs the ropes and uses them to bring Orbit towards him. Logan is able to crouch down and hits a leaping uppercut. Orbit back peddles and doubles over as Logan takes advantage and hits a scissor kick. Logan thinks he has it won as he slowly makes his way towards the door. Logan thinks he has this smooth sailing but Orbit leaps to his feet and connects with a back stabber.

Gravedigger: Orbit still has those brass knuckles and both men still have their fists taped.

Orbit gets front mount on Logan and starts pummeling him as Logan tries to block and gain control. Logan is able to roll over and pick up Orbit into a sitdown power bomb. Logan gets to his feet and makes his way to the other side of the ring and starts climbing the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: These guys are exhausted. Its pure will at this point.

Orbit gets to his feet and makes his way over to Logan. Orbit climbs the buckle and starts hitting kidney punches. Logan wobbles and split legs on the metal turn buckle tie as Orbit leaps up and hits a reverse frankenstiener. Orbit gets to his feet and his the turnbuckle again..

WHAM!

Freddy Whoa: THE OAKLAND SPLASH!

Zach Davis: Logan is down, Orbit is spent…

Gravedigger: Orbit has just enough left - here's the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: STEVE ORBIT WINS IT!

The crowd cheers as Orbit rolls over, having given it his all.

Zach Davis: This has been a LONG feud between two WCF legends. One Hall of Famer, one guaranteed Hall of Famer. Logan may have the Final Destination briefcase, but tonight, Steve Orbit proved that he's, once and for all, the better man.

Explosion goes to commercial.

Trilogy Cup Tournament Match
Benjamin Atreyu vs Jared Holmes

"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, spitting in the direction of the audience. He drops down onto his knees at the top of the ramp and takes a moment looking down before slamming his fists on the ground a few times, leaping back up onto his feet. He moves down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "The Mad God" BENJAMIN ATREYU!

Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

Zach Davis: Mixed reactions for Atreyu.

Gravedigger: I think it's because of the amount of hate that goes towards Holmes.

Freddy Whoa: Who advances in the Trilogy Cup Tournament, boys?

Zach Davis: We find out next!

"No Church in the Wild" by Jay Z and Kanye West hits the PA as the lights go dim in the arena. A golden Eye of Horus lights up the jumbotron as "#AllHail6ixGod" appears beneath in gold lettering. A single stage light hits the center of the ramp as the music swells and booing from the crowd reaches a fever pitch. From the curtain steps Jared Holmes dressed in a full-face mirror ball mask topped with a diamond encrusted crown of thorns and long navy wool coat with gold accents, Thursday by his side and followed by "Hacksaw" Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz carrying the Jolly Rodgers and Swagtanic Goat flags of #BeachKrew.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds.... "THE SIX GOD" JARED HOLMES!

Jared steps into the spotlight, the mirror ball mask reflecting the light in a dazzling display of colors. His hands slowly raise from his sides into the air as sparks descend from the ceiling. Bringing his arms down swiftly, he continues down the ramp, his eyes concealed behind the mask but undoubtedly on the ring. The posse moves with purpose, and upon reaching the bottom of the ring, Jared ascends the stairs and steps between the ropes. His hand coming to the back of his head, he removes the mask and raises it in the air to a chorus of boos as Thuggin and Coconutz raise the flags and Thursday applauds below.

Zach Davis: The Chosen One..

Freddy Whoa: The King in Yellow..

Zach Davis: The Omnipredator..

Freddy Whoa: The Mirror Ball Messiah..

Gravedigger: Okay, okay, we get it..

Zach Davis: Jared Holmes and Benjamin Atreyu set to do battle right here at Explosion..

DING DING DING.

The two men tie up with Holmes getting the advantage by just shoving Atreyu back to a turnbuckle. The ref breaks it apart as Holmes grabs Atreyu and just throws him over the top rope to the outside of the ring!

Zach Davis: Whoa!

Freddy Whoa: That's my line!

Holmes goes to the outside and picks up Atreyu and throws him into the guardrail. He lays a few right hands and a head butt knocking Atreyu back down. Holmes grabs Atreyu and throws him into the ring post knocking Atreyu back down!

Zach Davis: Holmes not messing around here, just going for it all on the outside!

Gravedigger: If he's not careful he can be counted out!

The count is at 8 but Holmes rolls in and rolls out grabbing Atreyu and throwing him back first to the ring canvas. From there Holmes lays in a few shots then picks up Atreyu and dropping him nearly throat first on the top of the guardrail! Holmes picks up Atreyu and rolls him into the ring and then follows up with a cover! It's only a quick two.

Zach Davis: Notice how Holmes didn't hook the leg that could be the difference between a two count and a win!

Gravedigger: That's right, he should have hooked the leg to at the very least, take more breath out from Benji!

Holmes gets to his feet and throws Atreyu to the corner and hits a running leaping splash and then taking Atreyu out of the corner and hitting a brainbuster! Holmes skips the cover and picks up Atreyu again and throws him to the corner and hits another running stinger splash!

Zach Davis: Holmes just taking the fight to Benjamin!

Holmes goes for another stinger splash but Benjamin steps out of the way and Holmes crashes to the turnbuckle and then flips over the top rope landing on the outside of the ring down to the mats! The crowd starting to slowly cheer for Atreyu just to pick the lesser of two evils.

Zach Davis: I'll never understand our fans here in WCF!

Gravedigger: It's Explosion! It's Trilogy Cup Tourney time! People are gonna get crazy!

Holmes gets to the apron and from there Atreyu grabs Holmes who is standing on the apron and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex as Holmes goes flying from outside the ring to the inside! Atreyu makes the cover but Holmes kicks up!

Zach Davis: Atreyu trying to put Holmes away early but it just isn't enough.

Both men get up and Atreyu clotheslines Holmes over the top rope but both men crash to the outside! Atreyu is up first and throws Holmes into the guardrail! He throws him face first into the ring post! Atreyu takes Holmes face and smashes it down on the announcers table! The ref is begging the boys to put it back in the ring but Atreyu grabs Holmes and hits a fallaway slam on the outside of the ring and the crowd pops at the stiffness of the move! Both men are down.

Zach Davis: Oohhh my!!

Gravedigger: Holmes looks hurt!

Freddy Whoa: It took something out of Atreyu too!

Zach Davis: Check the replays!

The ref begins to count both men out.

Zach Davis: If they both get DQed who the hell advances in the Trilogy Cup Tournament?!

Freddy Whoa: No idea!

Both men get up and slide into the ring at the count of 8. Before getting to their feet they take a breather and both men land a right hand each. The other trying to get the upperhand based on punches. A right hand here, a right hand there, both men taking turns hitting a right hand, finally Atreyu hits a right hand sending Holmes back against the ropes, so Holmes uses the ropes to rebound with power and goes for a clothelines, Atreyu ducks and hits a german suplex!

Zach Davis: Oh my! Holmes is folded up like camping chair!

Atreyu goes for the cover.

Gravedigger: This could be it!

Zach Davis: And Holmes gets a shoulder up at two!

Both men get back to their feet as Atreyu puts Holmes in position for a powerbomb, Holmes busts out of the move while on his two feet out of nowhere and hits the dropkick sending Atreyu back into the turnbuckle. From there Holmes hits the Sharknado Splash in the corner!

Zach Davis: OH MY IT COULD BE OVER!

Atreyu crashes to the mat and Holmes hooks the leg and goes for the cover!

Freddy Whoa: HOLMES IS GOING TO ADVANCE!

Zach Davis: AND BENJI GETS A SHOULDER UP ITS ONLY A TWO!

Holmes gets annoyed that the ref took forever to cover and gets in his face. Holmes picks up Atreyu and hits a the ropes for a springboard into a springboard moonsault reverse DDT! Holmes hits the move cleanly and goes for another cover!

Zach Davis: ONE! TWO! THIS COULD BE IT!

Gravedigger: Atreyu gets his damn shoulder up again! My goodness!

Freddy Whoa: The fight back in these two is just insane! Neither of them want to give it up!

Holmes is pissed off and gets in the refs face again arguing the slow count! The ref tells him he can't push an official! Holmes nudges the ref into the corner. The ref slaps the chest of Holmes and he stumbles back and Atreyu rolls him up! The ref goes for the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: DID HE GET HIM DID HE GET HIM!?

KICK OUT.

Freddy Whoa: ONLY A TWO! ONLY A TWO!

Holmes kicks out and is pissed as fuck but as soon as he gets up he runs into the ROARING ELBOW FROM ATREYU!!

Zach Davis: ROARING ELBOW! ROARING ELBOW! IT HAS TO BE OVER!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--

Gravedigger: AND HOLMES KICKED UP AGAIN!

Zach Davis: HOW DID HE KICK UP?! MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!

Freddy Whoa: Holmes and Atreyu don't want to give it up!

Zach Davis: The Trilogy Cup at it's finest, WCF fans, this is what it looks like when winners don't want to lose!

Atreyu and Holmes both get to their feet at the same time and slowly hit a right hand... another right hand.. they begin slowly trading blows! Cheers for Atreyu, boos for Holmes.. A right hand.. a right hand.. both men tiring but not giving in to fatigue! Atreyu goes for A Seraphim's Call but Holmes wiggles his way out of it and throws Atreyu to the ropes and upon returning Holmes delivers a stiff sidekick to the midsection of Atreyu bending him over!

Zach Davis: OH HES GOING FOR IT!

Holmes jumps for the Dolphin Driver but Atreyu has literally none of it and hits a stiff spinebuster on Holmes and the crowd oooooohs at the stiffness! He goes for a cover! ONE! TWO! Kick out! Atreyu brushes it off, wipes the sweat from his brow and picks up Holmes for another move but Holmes gets out of it and springboards to the ropes and lands on Atreyu but Benjamin again has none of it and powerslams him down to the mat! Holmes gets to his feet and turns around into the A Seraphim's Call!

Zach Davis: THATS IT! ITS OVER!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE-

Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE?! WHAT THE HELL?!

Jim Thuggin pulled on the refs legs to break the count and every one in the United Center boooooos. The ref gets to his feet as both men are still down.

Gravedigger: I THINK ATREYU WON RIGHT?

Zach Davis: No! The ref stopped the count thanks to Thuggin!

The ref yells at Thuggin and officially kicks him out from ring side! Holmes is pissed again!

Zach Davis: ALRIGHT!!! NICE!!

Freddy Whoa: The ref isn't having any of it tonight!

Thuggin is PISSED as he yells and rants and raves up the ramp as he's been kicked from ringside! Atreyu gets to his feet and is thrown into the ringpost shoulder first and as he stumbles backwards holding his shoulder, Holmes hits the Dolphin Driver!

Zach Dacvis: DOLPHIN DRIVER! HOLMES HAS IT DONE!

As Atreyu hits head first on the mat he rolls out of the ring to the mats and the crowd reacts as Holmes desperately tries to grab for Benji but he ends up out of hands grasp. Holmes is frustrated in defeat laying on the bottom rope and he just can't believe it. Holmes rolls out of the ring and throws him in.

Zach Davis: Both men have had the win in their back pockets and it's slipped away!

Holmes and Atreyu both slowly get to their feet.

Freddy Whoa: Both men look tired as hell!

Atreyu picks up Holmes but Holmes wiggles out one more time throwing Benji to the ropes and returning with, yet again, another sidekick to the midsection and Holmes hits the Dolphin Driver and makes the cover in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: THATS IT! DOLPHIN DRIVER HAS DONE IT AGAIN!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Freddy Whoa: SIX GOD IS YOUR WINNER!

Gravedigger: AND HOLMES ADVANCES IN TRILOGY CUP!

Holmes stands up victorious as the ref raises his hand but he shrugs off the ref and taunts in the corner!

Zach Davis: JARED HOLMES KEEPS ON WINNIN' HERE IN WCF!

Gravedigger: Can he take home the Trilogy Cup or will he be just another name long-forgotten in WCF History?

Zach Davis: We'll find out next month!

Trilogy Cup Tournament Match
Chance von Crank vs Kyle Kemp

We come back to the ring where Kyle Steel is standing with a microphone in his hand. He smiles at the camera and then brings the microphone to his lips.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is your second semifinal match in the Trilogy Cup Tournament!

“I’m Broken” by Pantera begins to play and Chance Von Crank charges through the curtain. His rhinestone robe shines as he walks down the ramp. CVC ignores the crowd as they boo him and some chant “Asshole” at him. CVC pops up onto the apron, drops the robe and begins to taunt the crowd.

Zach Davis: CVC had a tough matchup with Tiffany White in order to get here and he looks ready to go!

“Better Than You” by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp steps through the curtain and extends his hands out, welcoming the mixed reaction as some are booing while others are cheering Kemp since we are in Chicago and it’s his hometown. Kemp points to various members of the crowd as he walks down the ramp, relishing the small amount of cheers he is getting in his hometown. Kemp slides into the ring and stares right at CVC with a smile on his face. Both begin to talk a little trash to each other as the music stops and a spotlight focuses on Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first from Harlan, Kentucky, standing at 6’4 and weighing in at 234 lbs is Chance Von Crank!

The crowd boos as CVC holds his hands above his head and just stares at the crowd as he walks in a circle.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent from right here in Chicago, Illinois! Standing at 6’4 and weighing in at 210 lbs is Kyle Kemp!

Kemp looks at the crowd with a smile and looks at CVC and points at him.

Kemp: This is my house! You’ve got no shot tonight!

CVC just continues to stare at him with a blank look and the referee looks at both of the participants and makes the motion to ring the bell. The bell rings and both men begin to circle around the ring until they tie up in the center. Both men struggle for a second but the extra 25 lbs that CVC has on Kemp gives him an advantage as he tosses him to the mat and for the first time he smiles at Kemp.

Zach Davis: Kemp looks a little surprised at that.

Gravedigger: I would too! Didn’t you see him trip Kemp!?

Kemp stands up with a smile and both men go for the tie up once again. This time CVC pushes him towards the ropes and pushes him off, slingshotting Kemp to the other side and when he comes back, CVC hits him with a backdrop. Kemp lands with a thud and CVC goes for a quick cover.

1…

Kemp quickly kicks out and CVC locks him into a headlock. The crowd boos as Kemp struggles. CVC releases the hold to quickly hit Kemp with an elbow to the top of the head. Kemp holds his face as CVC pulls him up to his feet with Kemp still in front of him and he hits Kemp with a German Suplex. CVC goes for another cover.

1...2

Kemp kicks out and gasps for air as he looks around.

Freddy Whoa: CVC looks to be on a mission!

Zach Davis: Kemp is gonna need to get something going or this will be over quick.

CVC walks over to the corner and waits as Kemp gets to his feet. CVC charges Kemp, looking for a shoulder block but Kemp hits CVC with a drop toe hold and CVC faceplants into the ground. Kemp quickly picks up CVC’s right foot into the air and slams his right leg into the ground. CVC grabs for his leg but Kemp kicks him in the back and does it again. He does this one more time and then Kemp begins to just stomp his leg.

Kemp then drags CVC over to the ropes and props CVC’s right foot on the bottom rope. Kemp positions himself with CVC’s leg between his legs and jumps up into the air, dropping his body. CVC screams out in pain as Kemp laughs. He does this one more time and then pulls CVC towards the middle of the ring. Kemp stomps on his right leg two more times before grabbing the leg and locking CVC in a one legged Boston Crab.

Zach Davis: Kemp has been going after that leg and this does not look good for CVC!

CVC struggles as he screams out in pain. Kemp laughs as CVC pulls them towards the ropes. CVC gets to the ropes but Kemp holds onto the hold as the referee counts.

1...2...3...4

Kemp releases the hold and laughs as he panders to the crowd. He walks away from CVC who is holding his leg but also sees this moment to surprise Kemp. He quickly goes for a small package as Kemp finally comes back to him.

1...2

Zach Davis: Kemp kicks out!

CVC uses the adrenaline that begins to flow through his body and quickly gets to his feet. He hits Kemp with a chop to the chest but has a noticeable limp. He hits Kemp with two more chops before throwing Kemp off the ropes again. However Kemp ducks his clothesline attempt and before CVC can get turned around, Kemp stops on a dime and his a chop block into the back of CVC’s right leg. CVC crumples to the ground and Kemp hops up to his feet. He begins to talk trash to CVC as he grabs both of his legs. Kemp locks in a sharpshooter and CVC is once again screaming in pain.

Gravedigger: CVC looks overmatched now!

CVC pulls himself towards the ropes as he is moaning in pain. Just as CVC is about to get to the ropes, Kemp walks him back to the middle of the ring with the hold still locked in. CVC struggles and it appears that he is going to tap but suddenly pushes his body up and begins to struggle to the ropes. He finally gets there and grabs the bottom rope.

Freddy Whoa: You’ve got to credit CVC’s resilience here.

Kemp drops the hold and begins to get into the referee's face. Meanwhile CVC is beginning to stir behind him. He climbs to his feet and Kemp turns and sees him. Kemp charges CVC but is hit with a Samoan Drop. Kemp is holding his ribs as CVC takes this moment to take a few seconds to let his leg get a second to heal up. CVC mounts Kemp and begins to hit him with right hands while holding his head with his left.

CVC hops off Kemp and pulls Kemp to his feet. CVC goes to throw Kemp off the ropes but Kemp reverses it. He lowers his head but CVC sees this coming and hits Kemp with a running neckbreaker. He quickly goes for a pin.

1..2..

Zach Davis: Kemp kicks out again!

This time it is CVC who looks frustrated as tells the referee that that should have been a 3 count. CVC pulls Kemp up and tosses him to the outside and quickly follows him. CVC pulls Kemp up and whips him into the steel steps. Kemp cries out in pain as he hits right shoulder first. CVC quickly pulls Kemp up and slides him into the ring by one of the turnbuckles but grabs his right arm and begins to drive it into the ring post 4 times. Once CVC lets him go the last time, Kemp rolls to the middle of the ring, looking to gain a second to regroup.

However CVC does not want to give him this time and quickly slides into the ring locks Kemp into a Crossface.

Zach Davis: This could be it for Kemp!

Freddy Whoa: CVC may have just booked his trip to the finals!

Just as it looks like Kemp is going to tap out, “Death Breath-Toxic Avenger Remix” begins to play and Johnny Rabid comes out of the back. CVC releases the hold on Kemp and walks over to the ropes and begins to talk trash to him, daring Rabid to get involved. Kemp uses what is left of his strength to hop up and hit CVC with a Backstabber. Both men lay on the mat as Rabid climbs into the ring and whispers something in the referee’s ear and hands him a piece of paper that he pulls from his trunks. The referee’s eyes get wide and then he looks at Rabid with a shocked look as he walks over to the other side of the ring and gets Kyle Steel to come over. They exchange words as Steel gets a shocked look as well before making an announcement.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen Johnny Rabid is cashing in his Wildcard Clause of the Trilogy Cup Tournament! This is now a Triple Threat match!

Zach Davis: What!?

Gravedigger: That’s brilliant!

Zach Davis: How is this possible?! A tournament participant has to be unable to compete for Rabid to get in!

Freddy Whoa: I’m getting word from the back that Rabid negotiated for this clause in his contract! He has pulled one over on all of us!

Rabid puts his finger up to signal one second and points at one more thing on the piece of paper for the referee and Kyle Steel to see.

Kyle Steel: And this match will now have no disqualifications!

Zach Davis: This is completely unfair!

Gravedigger: That’s why they call it a wildcard you idiot!

Rabid laughs as Kemp is up to his feet. CVC is pulling himself up in one of the corners and turns only to see the former Tag Team Champion in Rabid and Kemp staring at him. Kemp and Rabid quickly are on CVC with punches and kicks as CVC falls to the ground. Both take turns mounting CVC and hitting him with various punches before Kemp pulls CVC to his feet. Kemp throws him off the ropes and off the rebound Rabid flies in with a spinning heel kick. Both men laugh and Kemp holds up one finger, signaling for Rabid to wait. He slides out of the ring and grabs two chairs. Once he gets back in, he tosses one to Rabid. They both are on the same page and set up for a conchairto.

Zach Davis: They can’t do this!

Gravedigger: They’re #BeachKrew! They can do whatever they want.

Just as CVC is beginning to stir, “The Pink Room” by David Lynch blares. Rabid and Kemp hop out of the ring, still holding the chairs and stand at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for Dune. However Dune comes through the crowd behind them and just as both men turn around, Dune hits them with a double spear!

Dune throws Kemp back into the ring and pulls Rabid to his feet. Rabid quickly pokes Dune in the eye and slides back into the ring. Dune is quick to follow but Rabid and Kemp go for a double clothesline. Dune sees this coming and hits both men with a larger clothesline before they can get him. They crash to the mat and Dune screams loudly. He begins to await Rabid while CVC is taking this moment to grab Kemp. CVC is setting Kemp up for the GodBooked but as he is doing this, Dune goes for another spear on Rabid who moves out of the way and CVC instead is hit with the spear! Rabid laughs but Dune pops right back up to his feet and him and Rabid begin to exchange right hands until they are up against the ropes and Dune pulls back before clotheslining them both to the outside. They both get up and continue to throw punches and fight towards the backstage area.

Meanwhile Kemp stands up and looks around with a smile. CVC is struggling on his knees after that spear and Kemp charges at him to hit the Back to the Minors. CVC moves his head out of the way and hops up to hit Kemp with the GodBooked. However Kemp drops down, hits CVC with a low blow and rolls him up.

1...

2...

3!

Zach Davis: Kemp wins!

Gravedigger: I knew it all along!

Zach Davis: What a travesty for CVC!

Kemp struggles to his feet to a mixed reaction from the hometown crowd. Kemp slides out of the ring and grabs the microphone away from Kyle Steel.

Kyle Kemp: You’re winner and soon to be winner of the Trilogy Cup and new World Heavyweight Champion, Kyle Kemp! Why? Because I’m better than you!

Kemp walks back towards the back while holding his ribs with a smile as we fade out.

C4 Exploding Deathmatch
Johnny Rabid vs Dune

Kyle Steel: The following, is a C4 EXPLOSIVE DEATH MATCH!!!!!!!!

The crowd ROARS as the ring crew move into position to prime the squared circle with a series of explosive charges; the crew are all wearing identical, black “hurt-locker” style full body armour, with their faces protected by visors comprised of reinforced, impact proof plastic. They set up barbed wire boards, rigged with explosives; strapping a board each to one of the four ring posts. Four unfolded tables are placed around the ring, one on each side, wrapped with barbed wire and primed to explode. Beneath the ring are barbed wire bats, strips of luminous glass tubing and bags of thousands of thumb-tacks.

Zach Davis: This is it, ladies and gentlemen. The first of our two main events of the evening. In one corner you have a man that refuses to die, a man that cannot be stopped. A force of nature that is as enduring and as indestructible as the hostile terrain that shaped him. A...man...named...Dune! While facing him, you have a competitor that has not been pinned in any match during his career here in the WCF, a man that is as dangerous as he is enigmatic. A cold, calculating, devious son of a bitch. Quite frankly? He is malevolence incarnate. He is the Ripper. The Serpent. A psychotic killing machine named, Johnny Rabid!

The ring crew finish their preparations and depart from ringside.

Gravedigger: What we have here, Zach, is an unstoppable man, meeting the unpinnable enemy. Something has to give tonight, and when you factor in explosives, barbed wire, and razor wire into the mix? When something does eventually give? Someone is going to absolutely get fucking hurt!

Zach Davis: Forget #beachkrew. Forget the Sentinels. Forget stable wars and the politics that come with it. This match has a very simple reason to exist. It's two men that want to kill each other. In the most violent, destructive way possible. This match is about hell, and how long they can last there. This match, is evil personified.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

The lights fade as David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hits in the darkness. Golden spotlights scan the audience, and smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, the ring is primed and ready to deliver absolute chaos tonight yet Dune seems un-phased by the stakes. His expression is like stone.

Acknowledging the sold out screaming United Centre crowd, Dune's cold eyes remain fixated on that ring as he strides down the ramp; not dressed tonight in his usual attire but cut off jeans, heavily tapped hands and a black and yellow “Dune Destroys” hourglass Tee. This is ECW style attire fit for the occasion.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUNE!

Dune slides in under the bottom ring rope and cautiously inspects the explosive barbed wire boards from the relative safety of the centre of the ring. He seems pleased with the dimensions he's faced with. Enough room to wrestle; but with fire and death waiting in every direction. It's almost like home.

Zach Davis: Dune seems prepared. Focused. This is going to be an absolute WAR!

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from London England. He is The Serpent! DAH RIPPPPAHHH Weighing in at 226 pounds, JONNNNNNNIEEEEEE RAAAHHHHHHBIDDDDD!!!

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the Chicago crowd, mixed in with a few cheers before taking off his black trench-coat and shades.

Johnny is also dressed for the occasion tonight. Black cut off jeans, boots, his shirt is his familiar black tee, featuring Rabid's face drenched in blood.

Johnny smiles as he walks up to Dune. No fear in either man as they circle each other slowly like poised lions ready to strike.

Crowd: Let's go Rabid!...Let's go Dune!...Let's go Rabid!...Let's go Dune!...Let's go Rabid!...Let's go Dune!

Zach Davis: Huge reception for Dune tonight, and to be honest, there's a few Rabid fans in attendance here as well.

Freddy Whoa: That's Chicago! It always did go it's own way.

Zach Davis: And we thank the city, and it's people for the hospitality we're received, Freddy! But right now, there's nothing cordial going down in that ring!

Rabid and Dune aren't mic'd up, but we can lip read what they're saying to each other. Johnny is mouthing off about Dune's head mounted on his wall...while Dune is saying that he's going to break Rabid in two...and with that...

DING! DING!

The ring explodes...with fists flying as Rabid and Dune exchange hard rights and lefts, nothing subtle here; just brutality as they inflict damage with a blistering set of punches to the each others head and body. Rabid begins to stagger as Dune gets the upper hand, goes for an inverted atomic drop, eye poke by Rabid, followed up by a kneebuster! Rabid with an Irish whip, reversed as Dune whips Rabid out of the ring!.

Rabid slams on the breaks on the apron, skinning the cat as Dune charges forward and goes to spear Rabid back out into one of the explosive tables! Rabid rolls over Dune's back just in time however and re-enters the ring as Dune bounces back off the ropes into a waiting neckbreaker! Leg drop by Rabid, goes for another but Dune rolls back to his feet as Rabid's attack eats canvass. Dune with a dropkick to Rabid's face! Dune goes for an elbow drop, but Rabid rolls to his feet this time and it's Dune's turn now to be exposed as Rabid goes for a clothesline!

Dune and Rabid locked now in a scrap on the floor, delivering more punches to the head and face as both are busted open!

Zach Davis: This is pure viciousness!
Dune clasps his huge hands around Rabid's skull and starts to bash his brains into the canvass! Rabid retaliates by jamming his thumbs into Dune's eye sockets! Both stagger away from each other trying to regain some semblance of control as they begin to turn their attention to weaponry!

Dune with a BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT!

Rabid with a BURNING STEEL CHAIR!

Both back in the ring now as Rabid swings the chair, swooosh! Dune with an overhead arch as he brings the bat down, swoosh! Bat meets chair and catches fire! Both weapons cancelling each other out for the moment as Rabid swings again!

KERRRRR-CRASH! As the chair bounces off Dune's back! Dune roars with pain as he drops the bat! The crowd screams as Rabid smells blood and goes for another shot, but Dune retaliates with a desperation uppercut that lifts Rabid off his feet! Rabid drops the chair as he flies backward and bounces off the ropes while Dune regains his composure and the bat. Dune runs at the fallen Rabid!

Flying elbow drop onto the prone Rabid with the barbed wire!

Rabid is busted open now as Dune tries to rake the bat across Rabid's face in the centre of the ring! Rabid rolls and delivers a fireman's carry that catches Dune off guard, Rabid with the bat now as he rakes it across Dune's left arm!

Blood pours from the wound as Rabid staggers to his feet, his face a mask of red. He raises the bat up to deliver a head strike to the bleeding Dune who is now down on one knee.

But Dune explodes with a lariat that sends Rabid hurtling backwards, Rabid rebounds as Dune goes for the DEATH KNELL!

But Dune winces with pain as his left arm gives in, dropping Rabid back down to his feet!

Gravedigger: And that's the smarts of Rabid! No arm, no Death Knell!

Rabid goes for a neckbreaker but Dune powers out, hits a chop block and a necksnap!

Zach Davis: Dune isn't down yet!

Dune fights through the pain and lifts Rabid up over his head, gorilla pressing Rabid out of the ring and onto...

AN EXPLODING TABLE!

KAH-BOOM!

Zach Davis: Oh my God! Rabid is Dead! Rabid is Dead!

Crowd: Dune just killed you!..Dune just killed you!...Dune just killed you!...Dune just killed you!

EMT's move in to check on Rabid as Dune pushes them out of the way! Dune dragging Rabid back up to his spaghetti feet as he rolls Rabid back into the ring like a ragdoll!

Dune with the pin..
1...2...

KICKOUT!

Dune shakes his head. Snarls as he drags Rabid up.

Dune: SANDSTORM!

Dune hooks the arms but Rabid drops to one knee, Dune has to heave as he takes the burden of the lift, throwing Rabid onto his back like a sack of potatoes...

But Rabid bicycle kicks his way out, and hits a desperation stunner on the way down! Rabid falls to the mat, his face and arms bleeding everywhere as he's unmoving. Dune stirs first as he gets to his feet slowly, calls for the sandstorm again as--

Low blow by Rabid! Irish whip by the playing possum Serpent as Dune catapults into--

KAH-BOOM!

DUNE HITS AN EXPLODING BARBED WIRE BOARD AT FULL SPEED!

Zach Davis: Dear GAWD!

Dune rolls around on the mat in agony as Rabid staggers and drops to his knees, flipping off Dune as Dune tries to put out the flames on his arms and back! An EMT tries to enter the ring with a fire extinguisher, Rabid says he'll do it and snatches the extinguisher off the EMT, pulls the cord. Stands over Dune and...

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Rabid is bludgeoning Dune with the blunt end of the extinguisher! The EMT tries to snatch it away but loses his two front teeth as Rabid hits an impressive home run across the paramedics face!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Johnny Rabid: FACK OFF!

Rabid raises the extinguisher for another shot as--

DUNE with a LOW BLOW!

Rabid falls to his knees as Dune takes the extinguisher and sprays it in Rabid's face! A blinded Rabid can't see as Dune gets to his feet and swings the extinguisher into the ripper's prone ribs. Dune exits the ring and re-enters a moment later with a length of light tubing!

CRASH!

Dune smashes the light tube over Rabid's back as Rabid cries in pain. Dune calls for the Sandstorm again and this time--

SANDSTORM CONNECTS!

Dune with the pin!

ONE...TWO...

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: Rabid kicked out! Rabid kicked out!

Dune drags Rabid to his feet by a length of hair, signals for yet another Sandstorm as:

Rabid bursts into life! Cross Armbreaker! The move flows with technical expertise into a German Suplex as Rabid screams, lifting a startled Dune off his feet as Rabid hits the suplex; but keeps his arms locked in! Multiple German city!

ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX...SEVEN....EIGHT....NINE!

Crowd: Holeeee Fuck! Holeeee Fuck! Holeeee Fuck! Holeeee Fuck!

Rabid releases on TEN as Dune bounces off the ropes! Rabid staggers exhausted! The Ripper signals for the end, begging for Dune to get up! Waving his hands as Rabid begins to stalk his prey!

Dune, staggering to his feet as--

Rabid runs, and--

Connects!

Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER! KINGDOM DESTROYER!

Rabid slumps down and makes the cover on an unmoving Dune.

One...Two...

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: On my God! DUNE KICKED OUT! DUNE KICKED OUT!

Rabid shakes his head in disbelief; sits up and thinks things through, as if replaying the move in his head. Rabid rolls out of the ring. A second later, and Rabid is reaching for a LADDER BENEATH THE RING! It has to be at least fifteen feet in length as Rabid enters the ring again and slams the folded ladder into the burning guts of Dune! Rabid exits the ring now once more, only to return with one of the barbed wire tables! Rabid lifts a half dead Dune up and rolls him onto the unfolded table in the centre of the ring, then unfolds the ladder!

Zach Davis: Somebody stop him! FOR GAWDS SAKE!

Rabid climbs the ladder as the crowd will him on--

Crowd: You're gonna DIE! You're gonna DIE! You're gonna DIE! You're gonna DIE!

Rabid reaches the top and flips off the crowd, goes for a PHOENIX SPLASH as--

DUNE ROLLS OFF THE TABLE!

KAH-BOOM!

The table EXPLODES as Rabid connects! Rabid is flung backwards with the impact! The Ripper is unmoving now as a bloody Dune staggers over to his fallen prey. Dune's face is a cake of crimson as he sighs, stands over Rabid, gives him a kick to see if he's dead. Dune thinks about rolling Rabid over off his belly for a few moments. Dune gives Rabid another kick, just to be sure. Still no sign of life from Rabid.

Zach Davis: The only way to win this match, ladies and gentlemen, is pin fall!

Freddy Whoa: Pin him, Dune! PIN HIM!

Gravedigger: Shut the hell up!

Dune kneels, rolls Rabid over as--

COCKTAIL CROSSFACE!

Rabid locks in Natural ICE Beckman's submission! The same manoeuvrer Dune tapped to!

Zach Davis: Rabid is a snake!

Gravedigger: Ha!

Dune scrambles to the ropes but this is a NO DQ match and there's no rope break! Rabid leans back as he SCREAMS! Dune's arms are desperately scrambling around, searching for something, ANYTHING that will help him. He finds the chair! Lifts it up, tries to turn over but...

RABID WRENCH'S BACK! Dune drops the chair as he begins to lose consciousness.

Gravedigger: And that, is how you slay a monster!

Dune's struggle slows, and slows, and slows to a dead stop. Eventually, Rabid releases the hold; his bloody face takes on a sinister, evil grimace as Rabid rolls Dune over and goes for the pin..

HANDFULL OF TIGHTS by DUNE!

ONE...TWO....

KICKOUT!

Rabid screams as he snaps to his feet! Dune is a half second slower as they both find a second wind in Chicago, charging forward! Leaping!

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

Zach Davis: Both Men down! Both Men down!

One...Two...Three....Four...Five....six....

Rabid stirs, staggering to his feet. Rabid lifts Dune up. Slowly. Methodically. Managing what's left of his strength the best he can. Rabid hooks in the arms. Takes a breath. Holds it.

KINGDOM DESTROYER! KINGDOM DESTROYER!

ONE...TWO...

KICKOUT!

Rabid: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Rabid slams his hands into the mat, half mad with rage. Over and over again! After a few moments Rabid composes himself and lifts Dune back up. Hooks in the arms and takes a breath. Holds it.

Zach Davis: Fight out, Dune! Fight out!

KINGDOM DESTROYER!

ONE...TWO...

Zach Davis: No, no PLEASE!

Gravedigger; Yes...YES!

THREEE!

Kyle Steel: Winner, by pinfall....JOHNNNNNNNEEEEEEE RAHHHHHHBIDDDDDDD!!!!!!

Zach Davis: Rabid did it. It was hellacious. It was sickening. But Rabid walked though the fires of hell, and he walks out. I don't like it. And you can be damn sure this isn't over. But for tonight? Johnny Rabid is the victor.

Rabid slumps backwards as he falls off Dune onto the canvass on his back, lungs heaving. Rabid takes a moment, then wipes a mask of red off his face with his hands as he begins to compose himself. Rabid uses the ropes to get to his feet as he just stares at his hands, dripping with his own blood. Smiling.

Zach Davis: I think Rabid wants a microphone!

Johnny Rabid: Tonight sees the end of Dune!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Johnny Rabid: It sees the end of Dune...the end of his reign, as mine begins. Dune fell, The Sentinels will fall...Rebellution...will fall. I went to hell, and I came back. There isn't a force on this planet that can stop me now! Embrace it. Or be destroyed.

….Good. Day.

Rabid drops the mic as he finally rolls out of the ring. What's left of the Paramedics tending to a still motionless Dune.

Zach Davis: I hate to say it. I hate to even to contemplate it. But maybe, just maybe...Johnny Rabid, just might be right.

Torture Segment

Zach Davis: What a fun night here at Explosion!

Gravedigger: Still have an incredible match in our main event tonight too as Joey Flash defends his World Heavyweight Champio-

Zach Davis: Sorry to cut you off, Dig-Man but we have something going on backstage.

A limo pulls up but WCF staff members and production assistants, along with some mild security are stopping the car from going any further. The back door opens up and the sold out United Center in Chicago, Illinois lose their collective shit as Torture stands up next to the car with his big ol' smile.

Zach Davis: TORTURE IS HERE!

Gravedigger: What the hell is he doin' here!? He's not scheduled!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAA BABYYYY THIS CROWD HAS JUST CAME UNGLUED!

Gravedigger: He's not supposed to be here! It's been rumored all week on the dirtsheets that Seth Lerch banned Torture from WCF!

Zach Davis: I would normally tell you not to believe everything you hear on the internet, but with the security detail and staff members stopping him, I think Torture WAS banned!

Freddy Whoa: Torture's making his way through though!

Torture shoves passed through security and walks down a long hallway. The camera jogging to keep up with him as Torture has his own security shoving through WCF officials leading him to the gorilla position. The crowd ramps up one more time with a huge pop as Torture blasts through the curtain with no music and stands on the stage asking them to get louder!

Zach Davis: WELL! HES HERE! TORTURE IS HERE LIVE AND IN COLOR!

Torture jogs down the ramp high fiving the fans in the United Center as he slides into the ring and grabs the microphone!

Torture: WHADDDUPP CHIII-TOOOWWNN!!!

Crowd pops!

Torture: I may be a California boy born and raised but yooouuuu know my second home has always been right here in CHICAGO ILLLIIINOOOYYYY BABY!!!

Crowd pops again!

Zach Davis: IT IS DEAFENING IN THE UNITED CENTER FOR EXPLOSION! MY GOD!

Torture: You really think Torture wasn't going to be here to burn it down one more time at Explosion?!

Pop.

Torture: Now.. now you might have heard some rumors or whatever about Seth Lerch banning me but if that little dick thinks he's going to stop me from being here with you then he's DUMBER THAN HE LOOKS!

Pop.

Torture: So let's get to some gooooood ol' business here in Wrestling Championship Federation.. and I'm talking about THIRTEEN!

Pop.

Torture: You have main events all over the country, you have your greats, your legends, and then you have your Man Made God himself, the one and only Torture going one on one with the biggest two timing pussy ass bitch Jeff Purse!

Pop.. but mixed reaction too for Purse.

Torture: Ohhhh yeah, we're gettin' real in here now. How many times do I have to take digs on this poor soul before he even steps up like a man and says anything? Purse, you're a bitch. You're a crybaby bitch. You're a pussy. You have yet to even win any real main events and you wanted the Man Made God at Thirteen? Are you kidding me? I'm in this just to end you so every one can move on with their lives so they don't have to hear your bitch ass voice no more!

You run around backstage like a blind, deaf idiot with your politically correct agenda and your "can't say thats!" and your "don't do these" and you have to know when your head hits the pillow at night that no one likes you, right? You can't possibly go through life in Wrestling Championship Federation or wherever the hell you are now thinking that one or two of the boys and girls in the back like you, right? There's no way. Even me, the guy that doesn't get along with anyone back there, knows that everyone can care less for you.

So you challenge me as one last grasp at attention, I think. Deep down in the depths of that piece of shit soul of yours, Pursey-boy, you know that if you can challenge Torture, THE greatest Wrestler WCF has ever seen for a match at Thirteen, THE best pay per view in WCF, that maybe the boys in the back might like you. I get it. I applaud your efforts, but it's too late, son. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to end you.

Pop. Like Oreos, it's mixed again.

Torture: In just about two months time, I'm going to pin you in the middle of the ring at Thirteen and Jeff Purse in Wrestling Championship Federation will be no longer.. You will cease to exist..

Crowd:OOoooohhh.

Torture: That is.. if you even show up.. you probably quit and cried again for the 100th time.. God, you're such a bitch.

Crowd ooohs and awes again as Master of Puppets hits the airwaves. The crowd begins to boo. Torture turns his attention to the stage. Seth Lerch struts out and kills his own music and the Chicago crowd ain't havin' none of it.

Seth Lerch: Tor-

Torture: Speaking of bitches, look who came out here.. the biggest little bitch we have in WCF!

Seth's face turns to anger as the crowd laughs it up. Some laugh so hard they throw up at the excellent comedic timing and execution of Torture. One would say he was a stand up comedian in another life.. one or two people have said that.

Gravedigger: He can't talk to the owner of the company that way! What is wrong with him!

Seth Lerch: Look, look, you had your fun, Torture, so before you go back to being BANNED I just want to tell you that in two weeks time Wrestling Champions-

Crowd is still booing.

Seth Lerch: SHUT THE HELL UP WHEN IM TALKING!

Crowd boos even louder.

Torture: Sethy, Sethy, get to the point, you're wasting all of our precious television time right now!

Seth Lerch: LIKE I WAS SAYING... In two weeks time WCF will be celebrating the 350th episode of Sunday Night Slam and to commemorate the special occasion I feel like having a match we've never had in WCF before..

Zach Davis: What the hell could this be?!

Seth Lerch: On the 350th Slam we'll have Torture go one on one with.. OBLIVION!

Freddy Whoa: Whoooaa!

Zach Davis: That IS a match we've never seen before! Torture and Oblivion go one on one in two weeks on Slam350!

Seth Lerch: Now Torture...

The crowd comes alive and boo's pretty hard as Oblivion nails Torture across the back with a steel chair! Seth begins to laugh hysterically on the stage as Torture's own security team slide in and Oblivion backs out of the ring and up the ramp.

Seth Lerch: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have a match in two weeks, Torture! Hope you don't just no-show that one too, you loser!

Zach Davis: Well, that looked premeditated!

Gravedigger: It certainly was!

Freddy Whoa: Torture and Oblivion one on one in two weeks at Slam350! That's pretty big!

Zach Davis: Explosion rolls on, ladies and gentlemen, but first an inside look at Joey Flash's World Heavyweight Championship run..

The crew cue up the Joey Flash video as we go to the next match.

World Title Match
Wade Moor vs Joey Flash

The scene fades into the packed Explosion arena in Chicago. The fans are going absolutely nuts in anticipation of the next match. The “#LeviathanUnleashed” signs as well as the “Pound4Pound GOAT” signs are out in full effect tonight. The camera switches to the commentary table where Zach Davis, Freddy Whoa, and Gravedigger all sit in prediction.

Zach Davis: It's time everyone...it's time for the main event of the evening!

Freddy Whoa: And man, do we have a banger of a main event tonight!

Gravedigger: We have the World Champion, the self proclaimed pound for pound greatest of all time going against my man in #BeachKrew, The Leviathan Wade Moor!

Zach Davis: Moor has been a thorn in Joey Flash's paw ever since he defeated Jayson Price at Timebomb to claim the World Championship! He attacked him almost immediately after his victory and invoked his rematch clause he had stashed under his belt!

Freddy Whoa: Though I admonish the tactics Moor used to challenge Flash, you have to show the guy some respect: Joey Flash is one hell of a competitor, probably one of the greatest of all time! Wade could have waited until Flash was well into his title reign to challenge him. A tired champion can slip...but he wanted him fresh!

Gravedigger: Both men are looking to be in great shape tonight. Joey Flash is no pushover, Wade Moor isn't either! Tonight is going to be one hell of a match, and I'm excited!

Zach Davis: Let's go back to Timebomb where Joey Flash's title reign began and this rivalry began!

Camera fades into a video package for Moor/Flash. Camera cuts back to the ring where Kyle Steele is standing in the ring, ready to announce the competitors for the World Championship match.

DING!DING!DING!

Kyle Steel: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL...AND IT IS FOR THE WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Crowd pop.

The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: First, the challenger!...Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE BROSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!

Wade puts his hand on the apron and then slides in, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.

“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”

He removes his straw hat and sets it in the corner. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.

Zach Davis: Wade Moor looks ready...could tonight be the night where he begins his second reign as World Champion?

Freddy Whoa: He's going to have to go through Joey Flash to do it: his night isn't going to be easy!

Gravedigger: But on the opposite end of that spectrum, Joey Flash has to go through Moor to retain. Neither man is going to have it easy in this one on one environment! They both want to prove they're the best! They both want to be World Champion! I love it Zaggrey!!!

The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. “Mile Zero” by Periphery hits the P.A. and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash - in all his glory - emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd, World Championship slung over his shoulder. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

Kyle Steel: And now, making his way to the ring!...from the Bronx, New York!...he is THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!...THE ONE PUNCH MAN, JOOOOOOOOOOOOEY FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!

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.

Zach Davis: Joey Flash. The World Champion. It was a long journey for him to finally claim his throne at the top of the WCF. He's endured hardships no man should have to face to get to where he is. He won't let the World Championship slip through his fingers just yet.

Freddy Whoa: Both men look confident tonight. The tension is thick between the two. The crowd is buzzing...This could easily be match of the year, if not the decade!

Joey Flash hands the World Championship to the referee, holding it up high to a wildly popping crowd! He hands it to the ring hand, gets back to the center of the ring, and calls for the bell.

DING!DING!DING!

Zach Davis: This ones off!

Freddy Whoa: Both men circling the ring, like a predator hunting it's prey.

Zach Davis: What do you do if both men are at the top of the food chain?

Gravedigger: You sit back and watch the action unfold, Zaggrey!

Wade pops his neck as Flash cracks his knuckles...as the two meet in the center of the ring for an all out brawl! The crowd pops as the two lay into each other with thick fists, leg kicks, elbows, and knees! Flash lands an uppercut on Moor and whips him into the corner...but Moor shifts his weight and tosses Flash into the turnbuckle instead. He flies into the corner with a heavy lariat, but Flash reverses and slips out of the way. Wade bounds off the ropes and Flash wraps his arms around Wade's waist!

Zach Davis: LIGHTNING BOLT!...

Freddy Whoa: But Wade escapes!

Wade flips around Flash's back and hooks his arms!

Zach Davis: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN! Wade lifts Flash!

But as Wade lifts Flash into the air, Joey shifts around and frees his arms. He hits Wade with a dropkick midair that sends both men falling to the mat. Joey rolls to his feet as Wade nimbly lifts himself to his feet! They meet in the center of the ring again and raise fists, ready to brawl!

Zach Davis: HOT OPENING AND THIS MATCH IS GOING TO BE OFF THE CHARTS!

Freddy Whoa: BIG FIGHT FEEL IN CHICAGO TONIGHT!

Gravedigger: This...is awesome!

Wade throws a right cross, but Joey ducks it and whips behind Wade. Wade spins and eats multiple forearms that send him bounding into the ropes. Joey whips him off. Wade bounces off the opposite end...but comes back with a mean crossbody that lays Joey out. Wade gets to his feet and grabs Joey around the ankle...but Joey lifts his other foot directly into the face of The Leviathan, knocking him back. Joey rolls backwards and gets to his feet!

Zach Davis: Great presence by Flash!

Freddy Whoa: That was a mean crossbody, and Flash recovered from it immediately!

Flash closes the gap between the two and knees Wade in the gut! Right cross, left uppercut, and a spinning backfist knock Wade back. Joey immediately rushes Moor and nails him with a spinning back elbow that drops him to the mat!

Zach Davis: Those strikes have a little extra stank on them!

Gravedigger: When you're defending the World Championship, something else comes out of you entirely!

Flash lifts Wade to a sitting position and goes for a kneeling head lock...but Wade lifts himself up and drops down with a jawbreaker. He keeps Flash's head in position and whips him over with a snapmare! He locks in his own kneeling headlock...but Flash lifts himself to his feet and drives his elbow into Wade's gut and knocks him away! Both men go for a lock up and start testing each other's strength!

Zach Davis: Looks like Flash has it!

Freddy Whoa: Wade pushing back!

Gravedigger: God damn, this is amazing!

Wade gets the upperhand and whips Flash into the ropes! He comes back and Wade goes for a hip toss, but Flash catches the ropes and ends up on the outside of the apron. Wade goes for a hard right, but Flash dips out of the way. He uses the ropes as leverage and lands a hard right kick to the noggin of The Leviathan. Wade stumbles back. Joey jumps and springs off the top rope with a clothesline and wipes the ring canvas with Wade. He crawls over and goes for the cover.

One...

Tw...

Zach Davis: Wade Moor with the shoulder up! This one continues!

Freddy Whoa: Both men are already digging deep! It's going to take a lot more than that to finish the other off!

Gravedigger: Something's telling me this one is far from over!

Flash moves to pick up Wade, but Wade chops his leg and knocks Flash to his back. Flash rolls over, but Wade is quick to drop a knee on the back of the World Champion. Another, and another! Flash attempts to lift himself up, but Wade drives his arm directly into the back of the kneeled over Flash. Flash is thrown back to the ground, where Wade grabs him around the waist and goes for a gut wrench suplex...but on the way to up, Flash catches Wade around the head and flips him over with a hurricanrana.

Zach Davis: It looks like Flash just winged that!

Freddy Whoa: Both men are pulling out the stops tonight! I don't even think that one was in Flash's moveset!

Flash gets to his feet, nursing the small of his back as he does.

Zach Davis: Looks like Wade did some damage to Joey!

As Wade is crawling to his feet, Joey runs up on him with a dusting knee to the face, knocking Wade back down to the ground. Joey jumps on top of the man and lands hammering fists to the face of Wade, each one causing the mans head to bounce off the ring canvas! The crowd pops as Joey gains the upperhand and continues to drive his fists into the face of Wade! He brings one last hammerfist down on Wade...but Wade catches his hand and drives his fist into the face of Joey, knocking him to the side! Wade uses the momentum to roll Flash off of him, but stands to his feet very woozy!

Zach Davis: It looks like both men are starting to feel the effects of this slug fest!

Flash uses the ropes to get to his feet, shaking off punch from Wade. They lock up, Flash driving his elbow into the chest of Wade. Flash tosses Wade into the turnbuckle and immediately starts hammering into him with fist after fist wherever they can land! Wade rests in the turnbuckle as Flash turns to the crowd yelling:

Flash: This is what he wanted!

The crowd pops as Joey runs to the opposite turnbuckle and comes bounding back with a double knee to the chest of Moor. Moor stumbles before falling completely to the ground! Joey grabs Wade around the waist and pulls him to his feet in a Herculean show of strength! He lifts him!

Zach Davis: LIGHTNING BOLT! FLASH NAILS IT!

Wade hits the ground and Flash keeps the hold locked in, arching for the cover!

One!...

Two!...

Zach Davis: Shoulder up at two!

Freddy Whoa: Flash must be seething!

Flash gets to his knees, smiling at the crowd.

Gravedigger: He actually looks more confident than ever!

Flash pulls Wade to his feet and drives his arm into the throat of Wade, knocking him against the ropes. Wade leans against them, trying to find his bearings...but Flash clotheslines him over the top rope and knocks him out of the ring. The ref starts counting as Flash runs against the ropes, jumping through the top and middle rope to drive Wade into the announce table with a suicide dive. Both men hit the mat in a crumpled heap.

Zach Davis: Oh my!...

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Freddy Whoa: The crowd is loving it! These men are putting their bodies on the line for the World Championship!

Gravedigger: I think this match transcends the World Championship now!

Flash starts to crawl to his feet as Wade's eyes flicker open and shut. Flash grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. He drives Wade back into the announce table as the ref nears four on his count! He goes to bounce Wade's head off the table, but Wade counters and drives his elbow into Flash's gut! He whips Flash into the turnbuckle post...but Flash counters and slams Wade face first into the post. A fountain of blood opens up as Wade's nose begins to pour!

Zach Davis: It looks like Wade might have a broken nose!

Flash closes the distance as Wade leans against the apron, attempting to stop the pour! Flash flips Wade into the ring and slides in after him, hooking the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Zach Davis: Another shoulder up from Moor and this one continues!

Freddy Whoa: What do they have to do? What lengths will they have to go through to put each other away!

Flash pulls himself to his feet as the referee goes to check on Moor's nose. Flash ignores this and starts laying stomps on to Wade's chest! Wade rolls away, but Flash continues to follow through, catching Wade with stomp after stomp! Wade tries to get to his feet, but Flash runs at him with a knee to his damaged nose!...but Wade dips out of the way and lands in the turnbuckle! Flash charges...

Zach Davis: THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND! FLASH'S FACE JUST BOUNCED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!

Flash stumbles and bounds forward. Wade hooks his arms!

Zach Davis: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!

Freddy Whoa: WADE NAILS IT!

Both men hit the ground and Flash flips over. Wade pushes his legs forward and hooks Flash for the pin.

One!...

Two!...

Th!...

Zach Davis: SHOULDER UP FROM FLASH!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA MY GAWD ZACH!

Gravedigger: THIS IS INTENSE!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Wade's eyes are wide open. He thought he had the victory secure with that move. He rolls Flash over and gets to his feet. He grabs Flash around the neck and whips him to his feet. Wade bounces off the ropes and comes back...

Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!...

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH!...

Both men hit the mat and sprawl out.

Gravedigger: We could have a double KO!

The referee starts to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Neither man is stirring!

Freddy Whoa: This can't be how this match ends!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Zach Davis: Both men are still layed out!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Flash sits up.

NINE!

Wade sits up.

Zach Davis: BOTH MEN ARE UP OH MY GOD!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Gravedigger: What the hell did we just see? Both men were down for the count! This one was over by double knockout!...but they just sat straight the hell up!

Zach Davis: Where are they pulling this from?!

Freddy Whoa: This is more than the World Championship...this is pride! This is respect! This is each man's livelihood! It's all on the line tonight!

Wade and Flash both stand to their feet and meet in the center of the ring!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

Gravedigger: Both men trading blows!

Joey Flash sends Wade Moor into the ropes-

Zach Davis: No, Moor reverses the irish whip attempt - POSEIDON PUNCH!

Joey Flash ducks it!

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH!

Before Moor can drop down, Flash, grapples him and switches behind.

Gravedigger: LIGHTNING BOLT! INTO THE BRIDGE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: NO! MOOR GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

The fans roar!

Gravedigger: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Wade Moor just kicked out of TWO of Joey Flash's finishers! This is simply unbelievable!

But Wade Moor is on dream street. Flash backs off as he lets Moor slowly get to his feet. Flash motions for Moor to bring it. Moor runs at Flash...

Freddy Whoa: BROSEIDON PUNCH!

NO!, Flash sidesteps it. He irish whips Wade Moor to the ropes, Wade Moor comes back-

Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!

NO!, Joey Flash sidesteps that one too!, grabs Moor from behind-

Gravedigger: ANOTHER LIGHTNING BOLT!

Into the pin once more.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: JOEY FLASH RETAINS THE BELT!

The bell sounds. Neither man moves.

Zach Davis: They gave it their all, guys. Wade Moor and Joey Flash left it all out there. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship is the greatest prize in this game, and these two proved they are legends in this business here tonight.

Gravedigger: Absolutely.

Wade Moor rolls out of the ring as Joey Flash is handed the belt from the referee. He holds himself in pain as he raises the belt in the air out of pride.

Freddy Whoa: What a night. We're out of time.

Zach Davis: Goodnight.

Explosion fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Raymond Hatcher vs Bad News Benson vs Nagasaki vs Emeka Nnamani vs Warbird vs Lucious Starr vs Griffin vs Psycho Dragon

Return Segment

Vulgar/Chaos vs Freezer Burn/Andre Jenson vs Caleb Ronan/Jesper Lund

Team Rekt Em Segment

CJ Phoenix vs Andrew Marx

Champion vs Champion: Teo Del Sol vs Zombie McMorris

Tag Team Titles Contendership Match: Andre Aquarius/Dustin Beaver vs Eddie Felt/Ethan King

International Title Match: Cormack MacNeill vs Dag Riddik

Scathe vs Bonnie Blue

Andre Holmes vs K.L. Henson

Television Title Match: Shadowlove vs Tiffany White

United States Title Flag Match: Mikey eXtreme vs Vengeance

Hardcore Title Match: Oblivion vs Katherine Phoenix

Three Stages of Hell Match: Logan vs Steve Orbit

Trilogy Cup Tournament Match: Benjamin Atreyu vs Jared Holmes

Trilogy Cup Tournament Match: Chance von Crank vs Kyle Kemp

C4 Exploding Deathmatch: Johnny Rabid vs Dune

Torture Segment

World Title Match: Wade Moor vs Joey Flash

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
New Champion(s)
Match:
Wade Moor vs Joey Flash
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Hardcore:
Katherine Phoenix
Television:
Vacant
United States:
Vengeance
Peoples:
Teo Del Sol
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
Grayson Pierce/Andre Holmes
Trios:
The Sentinels