As we start the show we join up with an on the spot WCF camera guy up on the outside hallway of a motel, as he starts to roll he speaks aloud as to give some context to the scene.
Camera guy: Ladies and gentlemen my name is Johnston Jones, I have been dispatched by WCF to meet up with Jordan Caliban ahead of his impact tests with the WCF doctors. Interestingly an ensemble of sports science professors will also be joining them as we all know concussion injuries are a number 1 priority for the WCF brass.
He reaches the door of Caliban's room, on the outside of the door for no reason what so ever he seems to of nailed a payday bar and scratched the words "this is shit" into the paint. The camera guy knocks.
Johnston Jones: Mr Caliban its Johnston Jones I'm here from WCF.... Hello!?
He knocks again with more authority this time mumbling about unprofessional wrestlers these days when the lock on the door turns, there is no movement for a few beats and then the camera guy reaches out seizing the handle and giving a warning that he is coming in before turning the handle and slowly pushes open the door to reveal a room so black it sucks the light outside into it. Jones takes a step inside.
Johnston Jones: Caliban???
A whispered rasping voice answers him, the noise almost a drone of syllables instead of properly formed words.
Voice: Not anymore.
And with that the voice explodes into screaming laughter and a spectre in an orange mask throws himself out of the shadows grabbing Jones and dragging him inside slamming the door with the camera laying on the floor inside the thresh hold. The scene ends there with nothing but darkness and and screaming.
Zach Davis: Starting the show with a possible murder!
Gravedigger: Welcome to Helloween!
Kyle Steel: Our first match of the night...is a triple threat contest! Introducing first, from Canterbury; United Kingdom...
The “Sweetness”, by Jimmy Eat World begins as an energetic, David Lionheart, sprints out from behind the gorilla position, his right fist is held high in the air while he takes in the cheers from the crowd. Lionheart stops near some young kids who are standing close to the ramp, offering high fives and fist-bumps. A square arch of white lights flashes around the Jumbo-tron as David makes his way down to the ring. Inside the ring, David climbs each turn buckle in succession, raising one fist high into the air, much like the Rock.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Hellimination, everybody! We have an opportunity for three young stars to make their mark tonight!
Kyle Steel: Our second competitor...Standing at Six foot two, weighing two hundred and thirty five ponds, he is the barbaric blue blood; Bull Moose Morgan!
Olympic Fanfare (Bugler's Dream) by Leo Arnaud hits as the bombastic instrumental strikes up, the house lights lower. Morgan steps out, hands on hips and eyes looking off into the distance. A single spotlight follows him to the ring, escorted by Jones, his valet. Bull takes his time, allowing the audience to fully observe his majesty. Bull enters the ring and mounts a turn buckle; shedding his robes as the music peaks, his eyes close as he slowly raise his arms.
Gravedigger: Trick or treat, Zac? What do you think?
Zach Davis: These three competitors all have a good chance of making it here; IF they apply themselves!
Kyle Steel: And our final competitor of the match...
The lights in the arena go dark....
Gravedigger: Something tells me...trick AND treat!
An ambushed, blooded and beaten Arch Angel is flung onto the ramp...BY OBLIVION!
Gravedigger: Sorry Arch Angel, but the truth hurts!
Oblivion steps over the prone form of Angel as “Breath”, by Prodigy hits. Oblivion wastes no time in entering the ring; he runs down the ramp and climbs over the top rope. Bull and Lionheart decide to rush the monster but are double choke slammed for their troubles.
Bull wisely rolls out of the ring as Oblivion pins Lionheart!
Oblivion is handed a microphone:
Oblivion: For far too long, IT has stood ideally by and watched a procession of worthless filth waltz though these hallowed doors and proclaim themselves Gods. NO MORE! Now is the time for madness! For insanity! You have all been admitted, you are all patients, prisoners in MY ASYLUM now! The doctor is home; IT is home...and he will administer TREATMENT!
...chew on dat BITCHES!
The lights in the arena rise, but Oblivion; and the other competitors in the match, are gone.
Gravedigger: Yup, defiantly TREAT! Go et 'em OBI!
"So seek the wolf in thyself!"
Wolf comes out to a mild reaction. Some fans scream "Awoooo" while others don't react at all. He's not in his wrestling gear. He's got a T-shirt, jeans, and black leather jacket on.
Zach Davis: Well, this was unexpected.
Freddy Whoa: I'm surprised he showed up after that pathetic performance he had against Occulo last Sunday on Slam.
Zach Davis: Maybe he'll have something to say about it. He sure looks pissed.
Freddy Whoa: He looks like that every week.
Zach Davis: Touché.
Wolf grabs a mic.
Wolf: I know I'm cutting in to valuable pay-per-view time but I don't really give a shit. I've got something I need to get off of my chest. Last week, you all saw me have a match against Occulo. Wait, let me correct that statement. You all THINK you saw me have a match against Occulo. You saw my body in that ring, but the man inside that body was NOT me. The man inside this body would not go down that easily. The man inside this body might lose a match, but he doesn't lose it like that. The man inside this body puts up a fucking fight! And this isn't sour grapes. This isn't me denying that what happened last week happened. Any idiot who watches the tape can see that I tapped out. What this is is me saying that the loss wasn't due to a lack of talent on my part or Occulo being better than me. It was due to someone fucking with me. I was drugged before my match against Occulo last week.
Zach Davis: What?!
Some people in the crowd boo Wolf, even some fans that were screaming "Awoooo" before.
Gravedigger: I love Wolf, but even this is something I wouldn't expect him to say. Bad form, Wolf, bad form.
Wolf: I don't know how, I don't know why, I just know that it happened before I walked down that aisle to meet Occulo. And believe you me, it set me back here in the WCF. Am I on the card tonight? Am I fighting for a title or a title shot tonight? No. And it's because of my piss poor match against Occulo- a match that the man inside of me didn't fight. So while I work to make my way back up the ladder and gain some credibility again, I'm going to find out who drugged me.
Wolf looks straight at the hard camera, holding the top rope with one hand and the mic in the other. He's shaking with anger.
Wolf: And when I find that person, I'm going to kill them. And that's not a euphemism. I'm going to murder the person who drugged me. I don't care if I have to break their neck, crush their windpipe, or crack the back of their head up on the hard cement floor under the mats. I am going to kill the motherfucker who drugged me. Let this be my warning to everyone on the roster. No one fucks with my body! No one fucks with my career! Fuck with me and you're going to get fucked! This Wolf is on the hunt, and the end result will be The Kill!
Zach Davis: I don't know if I buy his story, but I buy into his anger.
Freddy Whoa: I would not want to be the man accused- or falsely accused- by Wolf of anything.
Wolf's music hits and he walks up the aisle.
The scene cuts to a shot of the arena, where all participants of the Disruptor Battle Royal are standing in the ring, along with Kyle Steele.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a the Disruptor Battle Royal! This elimination match is no disqualification and weapons will be hanging from the rafters! Whoever wins will recieve a shot at the World Championship before One!
Kyle Steele exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell! Patrilli immediately grabs a chair hanging from the rafters and cold cocks Benson and Dustin Beaver! Doc Henry charges and eats a chair shot for his trouble! Patrilli whips around...and gets sent reeling by a big boot from Legion!
Zach Davis: Patrilli with a head of steam gets stopped cold!
Freddy Whoa: What a boot from Legion!
Adam Young runs up on Legion and grabs him around the throat from behind! A few sharp elbows from Legion makes light work of Young and he flips him over for good measure! Dustin Beaver rips a kendo stick from a dangling rope and clocks Legion in the back with it and he falls to his knees. Dustin turns around as Vengeance comes at him with a lariat...but Beaver dodges and hits Vengeance in the gut! Vengeance doubles over as a recovering Patrilli makes a run for Beaver. Beaver dodges...only to eat a spinning backfist from Preecha!
Zach Davis: Patrilli and Preecha are managed by the same man! You have to wonder if Armand has them working together in this one?
Freddy Whoa: Eventually, they'll both realize that a World Championship match is on the line and their alliance will dissolve!
Preecha turns his attention to Lance Savage who makes a charge for him...only for Preecha to smash him in the face with a leaping knee! Savage bounces off the ropes, his face gushing with blood!
Zach Davis: I think his nose is broken!
He steps into Preecha...
Zach Davis: THE KAMON KANNON! Right to Savages damaged face!
Preecha hooks Savages leg.
Zach Davis: And there goes Savage!
Freddy Whoa: This Battle Royal is already down one man!
Gravedigger: Saw that one coming from a mile away!
Meanwhile, Vengeance is duking it out with both Benson, Adam Young while Legion, Dustin Beaver, and Kenny Drake battle it out on the other side of the ring as Patrilli and Doc Henry square off in the middle of the ring. Adam Young and Benson shove Vengeance into the corner and start wailing on him with rotating chops!
Zach Davis: Revolving door on Vengeance!
Vengeance falls into a seated position in the corner and Young/Bensom start trading off stomps! They pull him out and Benson goes for the pin...but Adam Young immediately kicks Benson in the head, knocking him off of Vengeance!
Zach Davis: Looks like that alliance was short lived!
Freddy Whoa: We know Young! He wants all the glory for himself! And if there's something else we know it's that he goes through tag team partners like jars of change!
Adam lifts Benson to his feet and plugs him with a few gut shots...but Vengeance recovers and immediately gets to his feet. While Young and Benson duke it out, Vengeance creeps up on the two of them and taps them on their shoulders...
Zach Davis: Knock, knock!
Freddy Whoa: Who's there?!...
Gravedigger: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM FROM VENGEANCE!!!
Young and Benson hit the mat and Vengeance locks Benson up...
Zach Davis: SOUND OF SILENCE!
Freddy Whoa: He wrenches it!
Zach Davis: Benson has no choice! He taps out!
Freddy Whoa: And this battle royal is one less man!
Adam Young hazily gets to his feet, coming face to face with Legion!
Zach Davis: Replay of War and two weeks ago!
Adam Young tries to escape Legion, but it's no use! He grabs him around the neck, flips him around, and grabs him around the midsection!
Zach Davis: TO THE SLAUGHTER! HE NAILS IT!
Legion barely hooks Youngs leg.
Zach Davis: And there goes Young!
Freddy Whoa: They're dropping like flies out there!
Patrilli wraps up with Dustin Beaver, bailing Beavs in the gut with a high knee! He tosses him in the corner and charges him like a rhyno!...but Beavs ducks out at the last second and pulls a sledgehammer hamging from the rafters! Patrilli turns around dazed as Beavs clocks him in the head with the sledge!...but Patrilli doesn't fall!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL? THAT'S INHUMAN!
Beavs hits him in the gut...but Patrilli stays om his feet, although dazed. Beavs is furrowing his brow!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT A FREAK OF NATURE! Patrilli's still on his damn feet!
Beavs takes the hammer and batter ups, swinging it as hard as he can at Patrilli...but Patrilli ducks!
Zach Davis: He was playing possum!
Freddy Whoa: Off a round of sledge shots?! What?!
Patrilli grabs Beaver around the waist and throws Dusty on his shoulders!
Zach Davis: ERASER!...
Freddy Whoa: Beaver slips out!
Zach Davis: He picks up the sledge again...RIGHT TO THE BACK OF PATRILLI'S HEAD!
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli goes down!!!
Beaver lays over him for the pin.
Zach Davis: And that's it for Patrilli!
Freddy Whoa: You have to wonder if that shot from the sledge did some damage to his brain?
Gravedigger: Man's already damaged in the brain...he barely knows who he is!
Dustin gets to his feet, just as Doc Henry hits an explosive big boot on him, knocking him into the corner. Meanwhile, Preecha and Vengeance lock horns as Kenny Drake naps in the corner! Vengeance and Preecha exchange blows. Preecha goes for the flying knee!...but Vengeance stops him with sheer strength and throws him over the top rope! Vengeance taunts...but Preecha is skinning the cat! He flips back into the ring with great agility and clocks Vengeance with a three point combo and ends it with a backfist! Vengeance reels as Kenny Drake slithers up from behind with a roll up!
Zach Davis: No! Vengeance kicked out! He's still in this one!
Freddy Whoa: ...and he doesn't look to happy with Drake!
Vengeance edges Drake into the corner, who tries to plead his case! Vengeance charges...but Drake hits him a drop toe hold and Vengeance plunges face first into the ropes! Kenny laughs, looking very pleased with himself!...
Zach Davis: Watch out behind you Kenny...
Kenny bumps directly into Preecha, who hits him with a swing elbow...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: THE PREECHA PRAYER!!!
Kenny Drake hits the mat and Preecha goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: That's all he wrote for Kenny Drake...
Freddy Whoa: All who wrote?
Zach Davis: Don't question me man!
Preecha stands to his feet, just as Dustin Beaver clocks him in the back with a chair shot! Preecha hits the mat as Doc Henry comes charging! Beaver puts him down for good measure! Vengeance charges and clocks Beaver in the head with a punch! Beaver drops the chair as Doc Henry recovers and blasts Vengeance in the back with a double forearm, causing him to roll out to the apron! Preecha hits Doc with a roundhouse, which causes him to turn right into a quick roll up from The Beavs!
Zach Davis: Doc is done!
Freddy Whoa: What a slick move from Dustin Beaver! Great ring awareness!
Vengeance gets back in the ring.
Zach Davis: Vengeance, Preecha Kamon, and Dustin Beaver. And Legion. Only four men left, vying for a shot at the World Championship!
Freddy Whoa: Anything can happen in a Battle Royal, as we've witnessed! Which one of these four will walk out with the shot at the title?!
Gravedigger: I've just received word that this match now has over the top rules! Why is Seth changing it mid match? I don't know!
Zach Davis: That's Seth for you.
Dustin Beaver runs at Legion, but Legion tosses him oevr.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Dustin Beaver barely knew the rule change!
Legion is immediately Clotheslined out by Vengeance!
Zach Davis: And Legion just wasn't paying attention!
Vengeance turns... RIGHT INTO THE KAMON KANNON!
Freddy Whoa: HE HITS IT!
Vengeance stumbles up and Kamon runs at him before Clotheslining him out!
Gravedigger: Preecha Kamon wins the shot against Wade Moor!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: A week ago we never expected Wade Moor to be our World Champion. Anything can happen, and tonight, this newcomer proved that.
Freddy Whoa: The end of the match came lightning fast - this was anyone's match, that's for sure. Preecha Kamon got lucky here tonight!
Gravedigger: But can he defeat Wade Moor? Hah. Doubtful.
Preecha Kamon celebrates as we go to commercial.
It cuts to Hank Brown standing in the WCF interview area back stage.
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce my guest, WCF's Head of Talent Relations, Benjamin Atreyu.
The camera pulls out to show Benjamin Atreyu standing adjacent to Hank.
Hank Brown: Mister Atreyu, with your newly appointed position in WCF as of last week, have you found any difficulty in making the transition from wrestling talent to staff member?
Benjamin Atreyu: Hank. Buddy. Pal. That is a great question and it deserves an honest answer, but as WCF's new, and first, Head of Talent Relations, I feel answering that question would undermine the image I have worked all week to build. As an official member of WCF's staff, at all times, I must appear profession and in control. To announce any difficulties, much less what they are, I would be giving light to a lack of preparation on my part and hurting the trust I have gained from the locker room.
Hank Brown: Well, at the very least, could you give us some insight on how you feel your time as Head of Talent Relations has gone so far?
Benjamin nods and smirks knowingly, placing a hand on Hank's shoulder.
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, Sport. Under my reign, there have been zero deaths, zero lawsuits, zero arrests, zero over doses, and zero jail breaks. So, looking at those statistic, I would say I'm doing a pretty swell job.
Benjamin takes his hand off of Hank's shoulder, but not before wiping it on the sleeve of Hank's suit.
Hank Brown: With that being said, do you have any worries about the results of tonight. By the end of tonight, WCF will be in new hands. What are some challenges you see coming from a shift of power, at least until One.
Benjamin Atreyu: Haaaaank. All this talk about challenges, problems, power. These are all heavy words. This is what we should be focusing on: having a good time, making a good product, and more than anything else, making that dolla dolla dolla bills yaaaaaaaaaaall....ahem. Look, I'm not rooting for any particular talent, I'm rooting for all the talent, I'm rooting for the W. C. F. Galaxy! Now if you'll excuse me, I got a pay-per-view to watch.
Benjamin pats Hank on the back and exits the frame, leaving Hank by himself.
The scene switches to a panning shot of the Minnesota crowd while the Secret Hellimination theme plays! It pans over a "Bonnie Blue Me!" and "I rolled a crit 20 and ended up at Hellimination!" sign. Those GodNilla masks doe. One guy was dressed up as ZMAC and another dude was cosplaying Seth Lerch, complete with a bottle of whiskey duct taped to his hand.
Gravedigger: That's Hellimination bitch!
Zach Davis: And it's coming to you live from Minnesota! What a raucous crowd we have here tonight!
Gravedigger: I love it Zaggry!!!
Freddy Whoa: And what a match we have coming up, right?
Zach Davis: This will be Andre Jenson's first defense as Television Champion...and it's live at Hellimination! What a huge upset from the newcomer Andre when he pinned Teo Del Sol for it last week!
Freddy Whoa: It's the newcomers championship! It gives them something to fight for!
Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; 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. 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.
Zach Davis: It's the newcomer Bonnie Blue!
Freddy Whoa: Wrestling runs in her genetics. I think she's technically a hundredth generation superstar or something!
Gravedigger: Andre Jensom just might have a real challenge on his hands tonight...then again, maybe not.
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"
Some sort of fantasy based music then starts 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 stoney stare before meandering to the ring while waving the weapon he is brandishing today.
He enters the ring after looking under the ring, presumably for a secret door via rolling under the bottom rope. When in the ring he kneels and pulls out a set of dice.
Gravedigger: What the hell is that pendejo doing?
Zach Davis: It looks like he's rolling his stats for the match...
Freddy Whoa: Fuck. N. Nerd.
Andre Jenson pumps his arm, looking pleased with the results. He stands up, faces Bonnie, and hands his belt to the referee. He holds it up to a decent crowd pop and then hands it off to the ring hand. The referee calls for the bell and the two begin circling each other.
Zach Davis: This could be either one of their match, and with the Television Championship on the line, you know they're going to go full out for it.
Bonnie Blue gets the collar tie on Andre, but Andre weasels behind her and hits her in the back with a +1 forearm. She dips in to the ropes and bounces off, turning around with a discus forearm of her own. Andre stumbles back, but luckily he was wearing a Helm of Constitution and makes a quick recovery. He pounces on Bonnie with a +5 agility buff and hits her with a dropkick, knocking her to the ground. Andre quickly goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: No! Quick shoulder up from Bonnie and this Television Championship match continues!
Andre lifts Bonnie to her feet and pushes her into the ropes, pushing her off after utilizing a nice strength pot, and whips her into the opposite side of the ring...but on the rebound, Bonnie leapfrogs Andre and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a nice sitout bulldog. Decent crowd pop as they hit the ground. Bonnie lifts Andre to his feet, but he elbows her gut and hits her with several punches before pushing her into the turnbuckle. He steps back and charges her with his special ability Shoulder Tackle, offering a +2 against Bonnie's damage threshold!...but Bonnie catches him with a kick. She jumps to the top turnbuckle and flies off with a nice hurricanrana. They hit the ground and Bonnie goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Shoulder up from Bonnie!
Zach Davis: Looks like that move gave him a major debuff!
Bonnie lifts Andre and goes for a bridging suplex, but Andre wriggles free and hits Bonnie with a slick uppercut of peril. She stumbles back as he unleashes a sick lariat!
Zach Davis: Looks like Andre's done playing games!
Gravedigger: Finally! Let's see a wrestling match!
Bonnie stumbles back off the lariat and comes back for Andre to drop her with a leg hook suplex. He keeps position and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: No! Bonnie gets free!
Bonnie rolls away from Andre, who looks to be gearing up (pun intended) for something big! He charges Bonnie...but she flips forward with a spinning heel kick, dropping Andre to the mat! She quickly goes for a cover...
Zach Davis: New Champion!!!
Zach Davis: No! Andre's awareness perk kicked in at the last second!
Gravedigger: Zach! STAHP!!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Roll up from Andre!
The lights flicker once, twice; then go out entirely, plunging the arena into near complete darkness... for a total of maybe ten seconds.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh. What the -- oh. What the Hell just happened?!
Freddy Whoa: Zach. Look! The official is down! And that's Oblivion in the ring -- with a chair!
Zach Davis: The Monster just laid out Andre Jenson! This has got to be payback for Jenson's eliminating IT at War!
Freddy Whoa: But now the Monster has turned ITs attention to Bonnie Blue...
Oblivion stalks the young woman, chair upraised. She takes a step back. The Monster swings, but Blue manages to seize hold of the chair and pulls it from Oblivion's hands. With a snarl of animal rage, he starts after her -- and then suddenly stops. A slow, wicked smile spreads across ITs lips, as Oblivion very deliberately points at something behind Bonnie. She turns, ready to swing the weapon -- to find herself face to face with the referee!
Zach Davis: Oblivion has completely vanished! All the ref sees is Bonnie Blue with a chair!
Belatedly, Blue drops the chair, eyes wide, shaking her head in denial. The official isn't having any excuses; he calls for the bell as Jenson begins to stir.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, by disqualification -- and still your Television Champion -- Andre Jenson!!!
Bonnie Blue retreats up the ramp, her expression bordering on homicidal. Still dazed, Jenson clutches the title to his chest as the ref attempts to raise his hand, but he's busy looking around for the license plate on the truck that hit him.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, the night is still young and Hellimination is still a ways off. The fate of the company is at stake. After tonight we could be in the hands of Pantheon or The Peoples team. Freddy, how about AOD.
Freddy Whoa: Now that would be scary. Although, it would be mild compared to Hash Tag Beach Krew. I don’t even want to think about those crazy white boys.
Gravedigger: I don’t know about that. I think that Beach Krew is our best chance at survival. Did you see that EMF is ahead of us in the national rankings and I ain’t about that life. I’m about Sea-LYFE BAY-BAY!
Zach Davis: Well, right now we have the hardcore match to look forward to. Zombie McMorris against the returning Occulo. Now that’s going to be a big thing.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC has been up to his antics as of late but with Occulo returning, I don’t think ZMAC will be able to do what he wants in the match like he normally does. Occulo is just too technically sound.
Gravedigger: Technically sound doesn’t count for much unless he can catch-as-can-can his way out of a steel chair shot to the face.
“ Gods Gonna Cut you Down” By Johnny Cash Hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: Guys, we haven’t seen Buddy Roman in months and now he’s on his way to the ring.
Wavysauce: This can only mean one thing, he has something important to say. Hang-hang on. I gotta get to the bottom of this. Just call me Scoops Scallop-han. SEA LYFE reporter.
Gravedigger gets up from the commentary desk and grabs a microphone before getting in the ring. He stands in the ring while Buddy Roman makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring with an oddly shaped velvet bag in hand. Gravedigger holds the ropes open for Buddy Roman as Roman enters the ring.
Zach Davis: Well, there’s Digger, getting a lot of brown on his nose.
Freddy Whoa: Browns a good color on him.
Scoops Scallop-han: Buddy, Buddy. Its great to see you.
Buddy Roman: Its great to see you too. Or should I say sea,you?
The two share a chuckle.
Scoops Scallop-han: So the question on everyone’s mind right now is, where has Buddy Roman been?
Buddy Roman: A fair and valid question. I have been on a Caribbean vacation. Not only that but I’ve also been pulling some strings.
Buddy Roman takes the microphone from Scoops Scallop-han.
Buddy Roman: I’ve been pulling some strings because there are champions that have not been pulling their weight. All of Pantheon for example. Funny how Pantheon holds the record for the two shortest WCF titles reigns in history. And that, is not a coincidence. Why we all saw it LIVE last week when Wade Moor Broseidon punched Jay Omega out of WCF and into RWF, ala Ryan Fury.
Buddy Roman: But thats not why I’m here. I’m here because of Torture. Hardcore Champion. Absentee champion. That’s whats in my hand right now. I went to my boy Tommy who makes the title belts for WCF and had him commission a new one. A new WCF Hardcore Championship. A HORROR KORE championship that will be awarded tonight in this upcoming hardcore match. WCF needs champions and who better than Occulo or Zombie McMorris?
Freddy Whoa: Kanyon would be rolling over in his grave if he heard that.
Zach Davis: True that. Ain’t no body better than Kanyon
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as the arena lights shine at their brightest.
Buddy Roman exits the ring with the Horror Kore Belt along with Gravedigger; both men rejoin the commentary team.
A few seconds later Occulo appears on the stage and the bright lights shut off, whilst spotlights illuminate him.
Kyle Steel: From Washington DC...weighing in at 220lbs.. Making his return to Wrestling Championship Federation… Occulo!!
He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He takes out a microphone ..
Zach Davis: Listen to that crowd. They love him. Occulo has been away for a long, long time but he’s finally back and the crowd really miss him.
Crowd: Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo..
Buddy Roman: My question is, where did he pull that microphone from and is Dune hiding in there with it?
Gravedigger: HA! AHAHAHA! Truly, a brilliant observation.
Zach Davis: Oh God, its going to be like this all night isn’t it?
Freddy Whoa: Yup.
Zach Davis: Dear God, someone shoot me.
Buddy Roman: Notice how Dune leaves and Occulo returns. I don’t wana count my chickens but one.. two.. five.. seems we got the better deal already.
Zach Davis: He might even walk out with the Horror Kore Championship.
Gravedigger: Where do you get your insider info; Scoops CALLAHAN? That land dwelling peon?
Buddy Roman: Ya know, I heard that Scoops Scallop-han is a much better reporter. I heard he has the factual information and not that CNN spin over in Atlanta.
Gravedigger: Exactly right. Scoops Scallop-han is from Atlantis. He’s got all the scoops. That’s why they call him scoops.
Buddy Roman: One hell of a dresser, too.
Gravedigger: That he is.
Back in the ring, Occulo is waiting for the crowd to die down from their thunderous ovation.
Crowd: WEL-COME BACK… WEL-COME BACK… WEL-COME BACK…
Occulo: Thank you, thank you. Man.. its good to be back. Its been a very long time WCF but right here, right now is all that matters. I thank each and every one of you for this moment. You made this possible tonight. So what do you say we get things started off on the right foot; yeah!
Buddy Roman: He does know that Zombie McMorris is his opponent, right? In a hardcore match. Like hows he gonna catch-as-can-can his way out of a chair shot?
Gravedigger: That’s what I told them. They didn’t believe me.
Buddy Roman: Scoops Scallop-han would believe you.
Gravedigger turns to Zach and Freddy and speaks with a dead pan face.
Zach Davis: What? But you’re Scoops Scallop-han!
Gravedigger: No I’m not.
Freddy Whoa: You just said it five minutes ago. You told us to call you Scoops Scallop-han.
Gravedigger: No I didn’t. That sounds like some Scoops CALLAHAN propaganda over at CNN. Tryin to muck rake the hard work and good name of Scoops Scallop-han who works at SEA-N-N.
“ Obnoxious trombone noises” comes over the PA system quickly followed by “ Never Gonna Stop” By Rob Zombie hits the system. Zombie McMorris hits the area through the crowd accompanied by a man obnoxiously blowing on a trombone. ZMAC motor boats a BBW women before the crowd hoaists her up as ZMAC climbs up and crowd surfs down to the ring on the back of this woman followed by the trombonist.
Zach Davis: This coudnt get any worse.
Buddy Roman: Is that Shia Labeouf at ring side?
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring.. From The Big Easy.. weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.. he is the current WCF Internet Champion.. ZOOMMMBIIEE MCCMOORRISSS!
ZMAC and the trombonist get dropped off at the barricade as ZMAC hops it and walks over to Shia. The two look at Occulo whose standing on the turnbuckle.
The crowd pops.
Gravedigger: Shia clap dot exe.
ZMAC and Shia fist bump before ZMAC rolls into the ring and gets a golf clap by Occulo. ZMAC gives the Internet Title to the ref as the bell rings.
Occulo hops off the turnbuckle as the match gets underway.
Crowd: Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo
ZMAC golf claps for the returning Occulo. The two men circle each other and shake hands.
Zach Davis: Before Occulo turns to the crowd and celebrates one last time. He’s really enjoying this.
Freddy Whoa: But theres ZMAC, stalking him; waiting.
ZMAC turns Occulo around and flips him the double bird.
Buddy Roman: Kick! WHAM! STUNNER!
Zach Davis: Occulo isn’t going out like that. Not that quick.
ZMAC puts his finger to his head then points at Occulo like ‘this guy, he gets it.’ Occulo gets to his feet as the two men lock up in the middle of the ring and Occulo takes over with an extreme exhibition of ring generalship. Occulo breaks down the collar/elbow tie up with a side headlock into a hammer lock. ZMAC attempts to break the hold with elbows to the head of Occulo but Occulo grabs ZMAC by the hair.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo turns that hammer lock into a modified sit down slam.
Both men get to their feet but ZMAC runs into a series of Japanese arm-drags. Occulo holds ZMAC on the mat with a wrist lock as ZMAC gets to a knee. ZMAC reaches for the rope as Occulo cranks up the pressure. ZMAC grabs the ropes, pulling himself towards them and then using the momentum to hit a knee smash to the gut that doubles Occulo over.
Gravedigger: ZMAC continues with those knee smashes and then dumps Occulo out of the ring.
Buddy Roman: Classic. Textbook.
ZMAC taunts the crowd for a moment before he hits the ropes and takes off for a suicide dive!
Zach Davis: And Occulo comes back up and connects with a steel chair!
Freddy Whoa: OUGF, its Horse collared around ZMACs neck.
Buddy Roman: Is Occulo still the technical genius that you all still claim him to be? Resorting to cheap and criminal tactics like chair shots.
Zach Davis: It’s a hardcore match!
Gravedigger: But wheres the sportsmanship?
ZMAC is laid out on his stomach as Occulo climbs up on the apron and looks ready to jump off but then reconsiders and climbs up the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Crazy crackahs doing crazy crackah things to each other. Hashtag Saltine Lives Matter.
Occulo leaps off the turn buckle with a double foot stomp to the head and neck of ZMAC.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!.. HOLY SHIT!.. HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Occulo may have snapped ZMACs neck and we’re barley five minutes into this match.
Buddy Roman: BOOO! This man is disgraceful!
Occulo picks up ZMAC and throws him into the steel steps with that chair still horse collared around his neck. Occulo sets up for a flying knee strikes but ZMAC moves out of the way and Occulo connects with the stairs.
Zach Davis: Those steps weigh almost a hundred pounds. He could have shattered his knee.
Buddy Roman: In his return match? It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
ZMAC slowly gets to his feet and gets the chair off from around his neck. ZMAC hucks the chair into the crowd before he starts stomping away at Occulo on the outside of the ring. ZMAC picks up Occulo and smashes his head against the steel steps. ZMAC walks away for a moment as Occulo staggers up and towards ZMAC. The two men lock up again as ZMAC whips Occulo into the steel post.
Gravedigger: ZMAC grappling with Occulo now, looks like hes going to try and break the rips of Occulo. Hes going to try to his a front facing suplex into the toppled steps.
Zach Davis: Occulo blocks.. second attempt. Occulo hooks ZMACS leg..
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Occulo with a fishermans suplex. ZMACs back bounces off the steel steps.
ZMAC recoils in pain as he tries to crawl towards the barricade. Occulo heads back towards the apron and looks under the ring and comes up with a brown cowboy hat and a bullwhip.
Zach Davis: He’s got the hat. He’s got the whip. Indiana Jones is in the Building. HAHAHA!
Gravedigger: That’s not funny. Hows that supposed to be funny?
Freddy Whoa: I- I don’t feel comfortable being here.
Zach Davis: Occulo is whipping ZMAC!
Zach Davis: Hey guys.. Watch me Whip… Whip.. Watch me nay-nay!
The commentary team goes silent for a moment before Buddy Roman jumps over the commentary table to try and choke Zach Davis.
Buddy Roman: You son of a bitch! That is a human being! He’s being whipped like a slave! There are racial stereotypes and racist undertones in this situation! Have some compassion!
Back by the guard rail. ZMAC is withstanding the whipping has he gets to his feet. Occulo goes to whip ZMAC again but ZMAC is able to grab the whip and pull Occulo in and takes his head off with a clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: ZMACS looking under the ring for something.
Buddy Roman: A real opponent. I mean, come on. This is Occulos return match. How did he think this was going to turn out; Scallop-han?
Scoops Scallop-han: Sources tell me just one word, terrible.
Zach Davis: That’s it? No sea puns?
Gravedigger: Damn it, Zach. This is real life professional journalism. Not everything. Not everything can be fake news and fan fiction.
Zach Davis: You take that back you son of a bitch!
Back under the ring, ZMAC pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring before continuing his search and pulling out a table.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC found some toys but here comes Occulo.
Occulo connects with stiff shots off the side of ZMACS head then smashing it against the apron.
Zach Davis: Now its occulo’s turn to find some toys.
Gravedigger: The lead pipe. Most lethal of all pipes. That thing will take your mother out for a nice steak dinner and not call her back in the morning, if you know what I mean.
Freddy & Zach: No.
Buddy Roman: I knew what you meant, Diggz. A father always knows.
Gravedigger: I love this man.
Occulo takes the pipe and goes after ZMAC with it, taking out the legs then finishing him off with a blow to the head.
Occulo: COME ON!
Crowd: Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo.. Occ-cu-lo
ZMAC again uses the guardrail to try and get himself vertical but Occulo smashes ZMACs hands with the pipe. ZMAC flees briefly as Occulo gives chase around the ring. Occulo charges after ZMAC but ZMAC back body drops him into the corner of the barricade. ZMAC takes a few steps back and connects with a big boot that dumps Occulo over the barrier and into the crowd. ZMAC runds and dives over the barricade but gets grounded with a power slam onto the concrete followed by a flurry of punches.
Zach Davis: They’ve been spending a lot of time outside the ring. I just want to remind you that a decision can only be made inside the ring. Unless of course someone dies.
Freddy Whoa: Which happens frequently.
Gravedigger: Not frequently enough.
Occulo grabs a chair from the fans and starts smashing it over ZMACs back.
Freddy Whoa: I think this white boy done went crazy.
Zach Davis: No. He’s using this match to make a statement. Occulo is back and he’s better than ever.
Freddy Whoa: ‘Ight but I still think he’s crazy.
ZMAC gets to a knee as Occulo raises the chair up high over his head
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Zach Davis: And the area just went dark.
A spot light shines on Occulos looking around for ZMAC but his eyes land on something as another spotlight shines on the middle part of the area.
Zach Davis: Guys look. It’s a sea of fans. And their all wearing Godzilla masks.
Gravedigger: Godnilla is omnipresent. He is everywhere. Praise be to our world champion.
Zach Davis: Guys, do you think ZMAC in that crowd?
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know but I know Crazy Crackah number two is going to go find him.
Zach Davis: It’s not about being crazy. Its about being the hero. Its about exorcising the evil. Zombie McMorris is one of the most evil men in WCF and Occulo is on a mission to stop him here tonight.
Occulo wades into the sea of mass Beach Krew hysteria up on the mid level balcony. Godzilla masks eerily and follow Occulos movements as he grabs people by the shoulders and lifts up their masks.
Zach Davis: Occulo being cautious. Its like Dantes descent into hell.
Buddy Roman: Then he’s an idiot.
Freddy Whoa: He doesn’t want to hurt these fans.
Gravedigger: Then he’s a bigger idiot.
Fan after fan is revealed but no ZMAC.
Zach Davis: Guys look. ZMAC is creeping up behind Occulo.
ZMAC spins Occulo around and kicks him in the gut; setting him up for the World Tour 69!
Zach Davis: NO! Occulo pushes him away.
Freddy Whoa: SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE! Occulo with a modified version of of finisher. Connecting with a step up knee to the side of ZMACS skull.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is on dream street!
Freddy Whoa: Super- WHOAH! ZMAC just fell to the about fifteen feet into concrete from the second to first level of the area.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: ZMAC, well.. well he might be dead.
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Freddy Whoa: Not again.
A spot light shines on the spot where ZMAC was laying.
Zach Davis: Guys, ZMAC is gone again. Theres, theres no way he moved in time. He just fell fifteen feet after eating a devastating super kick.
Occulo cautiously makes his way back down to level one. The spot light blinds Occulo to whats in front of him but the light widens to show more of the area.
Freddy Whoa: More of the crowd is wearing those plastic Godzilla masks.
Zach Davis: ZMAC could truly be anywhere.
Occulo makes his way down the main aisle stairs as he scans for ZMAC.
The house lights begin to strobe. A figure comes out of the crowd and connects with a knock out type blow.
Zach Davis: That might have been a falcon punch. Did anyone see that?
The lights strobe.
The lights strobe.
Occulo is on weak legs and wobbling but he continues to walk down the stairs on his own power.
The lights strobe.
Occulo is on a knee.
The lights come back on.
A man stands before Occulo in a Godzilla mask. He takes it off to reveal himself as ZMAC.
Zach Davis: ZMAC playing mind games.
Freddy Whoa: Yah but Occulo is still standing- sorta.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is just mocking Occulo.
Occulo cant stand being taunted anymore as he spits in ZMACs face and low blows him. ZMAC drops down in pain as Occulo rises. Occulo rises, taking the Godzilla mash off of ZMAC and dawning it himself.
Gravedigger: Sometimes you must become what you hate most to conquer what you most fear.
Zach Davis: Occulo with a Broseidon Punch to ZMAC!
ZMAC tumbles all the way back down the stairs to the floor seats. Occulo takes the mask off and throws it into the crowd as he makes his way towards ZMAC. ZMAC is slow to get up but he does, disappearing into the crowd. Occulo gets the floor section as ZMAC makes himself known again.
Zach Davis: O No. ZMAC is.. is.. holding a baby hostage with a broken beer bottle.
Freddy Whoa: This is a new low for ZMAC. He’s desperate. He knows he cant beat Occulo so he’s goes to destroy him mentally.
ZMAC dares Occulo to step forward. Occulo nods his head, slowly stepping forward. Without warning ZMAC throws the baby as Occulo and rolls backwards over the barricade and slides into the ring.
Zach Davis: Occulo is frightened and confused. There is a baby suddenly in his arms and he has no idea what to do with it. Thank God. Here comes the mother.
Occulo hands off the baby to the mother.
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP OCC-CU-LO, FUCK HIM UP! * clap clap * FUCK HIM UP OCC-CU-LO, FUCK HIM UP! *clap clap* FUCK HIM UP OCC-CU-LO, FUCK HIM UP!
ZMAC continues to taunt Occulo from the top turn buckle with a golf clap. He laughs and pulls for Occulo to get back in the ring. ZMAC leaps down from the turnbuckle and starts to set up the table and the ladder that he put in the ring earlier. Occulo still stands with the fans, not wanting to move on ZMACs terms.
Zach Davis: This has been a battle. Physically, mentally and emotionally. This is it Occulo is going to finish this on his terms.
While Occulo stands in the crowd ZMAC rolls out of the ring and finds lighter fluid under the ring. He gets back in the ring and soaks the table.
ZMAC: You know whats going to happen, O-CEE. FIGHT ME!
Freddy Whoa: Further taunting by ZMAC as he holds the ropes open for Occulo.
ZMAC: Occulo, you’re my hero.. HA.HA.AHAHA.AHAHAH.HA. HA.
ZMAC gets off the middle rope and heads towards the ladder and climbs it; perching himself on the top rung. He covers his face with his hands and continues to mock Occulo.
ZMAC: ONE.. TWO.. THREE
ZMAC splits his fingers and peeks out to see Occulo.
ZMAC: FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX..
Occulo hops the barricade and slides into the ring unbeknownst to ZMAC.
ZMAC: SEVEN… EIGHT.. NINE..
Occulo grabs the ladder and pushes it over as ZMAC falls from inside the ring to the Spanish announce table.
Zach Davis: And ZMAC just ate one for his arrogance- falling from the ring to the announce table right next to us.
Occulo slides out of the ring and approaches ZMAC with his hands covering his face.
Occulo: ONE.. TWO..
Occulo takes his hands away and starts stomping away at ZMAC with furious anger. Occulo picks ZMAC up by the hair, draggin him over to the turnbuckle post and throws him into it. Occulo goes to pick up ZMAC again but ZMAC rakes him into the eyes and rolls into the ring. ZMAC begins to climb the ladder again, believing that to be the only save place. Occulo quickly climbs back into the ring and climbs the other side of the ladder. The two men start trading blows. Occulo hits a hard right hand that leaves ZMAC dangling. ZMAC comes back with a hard left hand that sends Occulo dangling in the same manner. The two men lock up and start trying to jockey the advantage but its ZMAC who starts headbutting Occulo but Occulo returns the favor.
Buddy Roman: Zombies in trouble. I gotta go something.
Buddy Roman rushes into the ring and takes a lighter out of his pocket and sets the table on fire then escapes to safety. ZMAC hits Occulo with another final big headbutt and grabs Occulo and sets him up for a piledriver..
Gravedigger: Deuce and a Half! Pile Driver off the ladder onto the flaming table.
Both men are out.
Zach Davis: Guys, it looks like ZMAC took the brunt of that fall.
Freddy Whoa: I think he over shot the jump and landed on the table.
Zach Davis: Both men are down. Wait! No! Occulo drapes his arm over ZMAC.
Gravedigger: Buddy! Turn around!
Buddy doesn’t notice Occulo has an arm over ZMAC.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match as result of a pin fall.
Buddy Roman: Zombie McMo--
Kyle Steel: Occulo!
Buddy Roman turns around in disbelief!
Zach Davis: Occulo perceveres and picks up a win in his return match.
Gravedigger: I don’t believe this.
Zach Davis: Occulo went through hell. We went through all of ZMACs mind games and came out the other side.
In frustration Buddy Roman walks over to Kyle Steel and yells at him and grabs the mic.
Buddy Roman: And your NEEWWW WCF HORROR KORE CHAMPION…. ZOMBIE.. MCMORRIS!
[ obnoxious trombone noises ]
Buddy Roman grabs the Horror Kore title as he and the trombonist slide into the ring to pick up ZMAC. They try to carry him out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Occulo may have won the match but Zombie McMorris wins the belt.
Zach Davis: That’s just bullshit. Occulo worked so hard to win and he doesn’t even get awarded the title.
Gravedigger: Buddy never said wining the match awarded you the belt. He just said that it would be awarded.
Buddy Roman, the trombonist and Shia Labeouf help carry ZMAC back up the ramp as Occulo gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: Occulo has just been robbed by the dirtiest man in WCF. Occulo wins the match but at what costs?
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers
Crowd: THANK YOU O-CEE *clap clap, clap-clap-clap* THANK YOU O-CEE *clap clap, clap-clap-clap*
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and will determine the Number One Contender for the United States Championship. Introducing first . . .
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, with his wife at his side. His eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by the Demoness. Hailing from the Orange County, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs, he is David SANCHEZ!
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez pauses, receiving the traditional good luck kiss on his cheek from Lady Knives and then slides under the bottom ropes before he leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Zach Davis: We haven’t seen David Sanchez in the ring since he lost his United States belt to Gemini Battle two weeks ago. He’s been a chance at redemption tonight, though he’s got to fight his way through two returning competitors to do so.
Freddy Whoa: One might question why Sanchez couldn’t simply invoke some rematch clause, but I guess it won’t be the case this go round. He cheated and ducked to hold that belt, now he’ll have to win cleanly to gain it back.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York
As the lights in the arena go out, section by section, we hear the voice of Franklin Delano Roosevelt: "Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.. fear itself." The voice skips a bit, repeating itself. "fear itself, fear itself." "nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." Suddenly, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, as Mikey grabs a microphone.
Mikey eXtreme: WCF, it's time to face your fears. The Darkness is here, and I as their King, will make sure that this place is never the same. Embrace your fear, and let me take you down with it.
Mikey drops the mic and pulls himself to his feet using the middle rope.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is Mikey EXTREME!
Zach Davis: It’s been two months since we’ve last seen Mikey eXtreme in a WCF ring. One can only wonder if he is fit to be back in this drastically different company
Gravedigger: Overall, he’s fared better than the man who gave him an extended vacation, Scarecrow.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Los Angeles, California . . .
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher charge out from the back, steel chair in hand and no robe in sight. Running full steam down the entrance ramp, the gray steel reflecting the lights he passed under, he slides under the bottom rope, rising to face his two unarmed opponents, a wild gleam in his eyes.
Zach Davis: WCF fans, it seems we’re about to see a different side of Raymond Hatcher tonight, who intends on introducing weapons to this match from the get go.
Freddy Whoa: To those who aren’t aware, count-out and disqualification are not a thing in a Triple Threat match, so what you’re about to witness is legal.
Gravedigger: Hell yes.
Hatcher charges into the fray immediately, ducking a charging clothesline from eXtreme and turning to hit across the broadside of his back with the chair, sending the man to his hands and knees. Hatcher winds up, a second shot to the downed Mikey in mind, but Sanchez comes swooping in, grabbing Hatcher by the waist and taking him over with a picturesque German suplex, sending the chair flying out of the ring to the concrete below.
Zach Davis: And they are all before the bell tolls three.
The referee, with little else to do, calls for the bell to officially start this match.
DING DING DING
Mikey rolls over and clubs Sanchez in the stomach before he can bridge the suplex, rising his feet to meet The Plague. Shooting the ropes, Mikey comes back in fast, a clothesline in mind, only to eat a roundhouse kick from Sanchez in the abdomen doubling him over. Placing his hand on the back of Mikey’s head to hold him in place, David brings a knee strike into Mikey’s face, sending him crashing to the mat. Before he can capitalize, though, Hatcher is on him from behind with a chop block to the back of his legs. Sending Sanchez to a kneeling position, Hatcher drops to his knees as well, throwing Sanchez onto his back in a fireman’s carry before quickly throwing him over, transitioning into an armbar. This advantage last all of moments before Mikey comes in with a simple, brutal kick that sends Hatcher rolling to the outside.
Freddy Whoa: This match has been utter chaos. With two opponents, it’s extremely difficult to gain control of the match.
Zach Davis: It just so happens that extreme is Mikey’s middle name.
David Sanchez found his feet behind Mikey and charges the former United States champion. Mikey, well aware of this development, side steps Sanchez and uses his momentum to toss him over the top rope to land on his feet beside the rising Hatcher. Mikey takes a quick look around the arena, the crowd sensing his intentions and popping. And then Mikey shoots the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Extreme is his last name, but I saw what you did there.
Gravedigger: I saw another reason why I don’t like you two.
While the announcers banter back and forth, Mikey eXtreme leaps over the top rope with a huge suicide dive, landing on Sanchez and Hatcher to send all three to the floor. The crowd lets the competitors know in the early going as they cheer on the three stirring competitors. Mikey is the first to find his feet, grabbing Sanchez by the hair and rolls him into the ring, sliding in close behind him to attempt the first pin fall of the night.
A suicide dive wouldn’t be enough to finish the man who conquered Thomas Uriel Bates so he could call himself “champ” and Mikey knows it. Mikey takes a look at the top rope, pointing to it for added emphasis just what was on his mind. While Sanchez stirred on the mat, Mikey slowly ascended to the top, turning to face his rising opponent. But Mikey didn’t jump, didn’t even rise to his feet. There was an emotion on his face that fans hadn’t seen from Mikey ever before: fear. Fear to be on the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think we’ve ever seen Mikey like this before.
Zach Davis: We cannot forget that the last time Mikey found himself up top, he came crashing down through our announce table by the hands of Scarecrow and put on the shelf for two months. It’s not easy to forget something like that.
Indeed, Mikey seemed to be having some sort of hesitancy up top, to the point that he dropped back to the mat, going for a simple dropkick to the now standing Sanchez instead the missile variety. But Sanchez side steps him! Reaching out and grabbing Mikey’s ankle as he fell to the ground, pulling Mikey to the center of the ring and wrenching hard at the leg of the former champ.
Zach Davis: Sanchez still finding the time to tap into his strengths in this triple threat match.
Gravedigger: Meanwhile, here comes Hatcher will strength of his own in the form of a steel chair.
The crowd pops at the sight of Hatcher with another chair, alerting Sanchez to the incoming threat. Releasing the hold on Mikey, Sanchez steps out of the way of the swinging strike for his head. Then with a picturesque dropkick, Sanchez drives the chair into the skull of Hatcher, sending him to the mat beside the prone Mikey. With a grin, The Plague quickly grabs one leg from each competitor and, with a display of technical prowess, locks them both into a single-legged Boston Crab in the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez wants his United States Title back! Will we see either man tap?
Looking at each other in the same plight, Hatcher and Mikey begin to push themselves up with their arms, forcing Sanchez higher and higher in his position until he was practically standing. Hatcher and eXtreme, with a fit of cohesion, rolls forward, using their leg strength to propel Sanchez into the ropes, rolling to their feet in the process. Sanchez hits the ropes and rebounds towards the pair who grab hold of him and drive him to the mat with a double flapjack. Hatcher tries to steal the pin immediately.
Mikey was not going to just let him take the victory, though, stomping on the back of Hatcher’s head to break up the pin. Pulling Raymond up by the hair, eXtreme begins to lay into the man with heavy blows to the chest and abdomen, pushing him back into the corner with his clubbing strikes. Hatcher throws his hands up but can do little except take the strikes from Mikey until a groggy Sanchez comes in behind with a roll-up.
Mikey frees a shoulder, rolling free to his feet before Sanchez can find his own, leaping and coming down with a heavy double foot stomp onto the back of Sanchez’s neck. Mikey keeps his balance, though he’s quickly driven to the mat by a missile dropkick from Hatcher, who had taken the reprieve to ascend the top rope himself, sending him rolling under the bottom rope.
Gravedigger: Hatch proved he wasn’t scared of heights like little Mikey.
Zach Davis: This pace just hasn’t slowed down since the beginning. Every time you blink, some other competitor is coming into to shift control.
For now, that control was in the hands of Raymond Hatcher who instead of going for the pin retrieves the chair he had brought into the ring, holding it in both hands with a gleam in his eye. He leaves Sanchez, who is still writhing in the ring from the stomp, instead eyeing Mikey who was finding his feet on the outside. Stepping through the middle and top rope, Hatcher stands on the apron, waiting for eXtreme to find his feet. The crowd buzz in anticipation as the suspense builds.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher is known for his clothesline off the apron, but a chair?
Gravedigger: It’s going to be brutal. I approve.
Mikey finally finds his feet, prompting a flying Hatcher to charge in, leaping off the apron and swinging down with a brutal chair shot that rings across the entirety of the Xcel Energy Center. Mikey crumples in a heap as Hatcher holds the chair high with one hand, a huge grin on his face.
Freddy Whoa: We have seen three men return from various states of difficulty in their careers and they all seemed to be changed men. Hatcher has proven to be the most dangerous of the transformations thus far.
Sliding his chair under the bottom rope, Raymond steps into the ring, looking to end this match at the expense of a downed David Sanchez. But as he comes close, David Sanchez strikes, rolling him up in a small package!
Zach Davis: Sanchez looking to steal the win!
Gravedigger: I guess he hasn’t changed at all.
Hatcher breaks the pin, but Sanchez doesn’t break the hold. Transitioning quicker than the fans can see, Hatcher suddenly finds himself in an inverted sharpshooter with a double chickenwing applied; in other words, his entire body has been lifted off the ground, balanced by the strong arms of David Sanchez while putting major strain on Raymond’s legs and backs. Hatcher throws his head back and forth while David throws his chin to the ceiling, wrenching away in attempt to gain the submission victory. Neither see Mikey eXtreme find his feet on the outside before finding a chair from ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey looks like he’s about to repay some grudges.
Sliding in the ring, Mikey stands poised above the two competitors, chair held high. Hatcher opens his eyes long enough to look at Mikey before the former United States champion drives the chair between them, busting The Real Deal open. Sanchez doesn’t relinquish the hold, though, bearing the dead weight of Hatcher’s near unconscious body until Mikey strikes with a superkick under the chin of Sanchez, breaking the submission.
Zach Davis: X Marks the spot with a pinfall to follow on Sanchez.
All three competitors still have some fight in them as Sanchez slips the shoulder out from under eXtreme, who rises to his feet in utter surprise that the fight wasn’t over yet. Eyeing the two chairs, Mikey sets them facing each other in a sitting position before grabbing Sanchez by the hair and sitting him in one such chair. Then, with a grin, he sits across from the groggy Sanchez and slaps him across the face.
Zach Davis: Blatant disrespect from eXtreme to the near out of it Sanchez.
To the surprise of all, most of all eXtreme, Sanchez rears back and nails Mikey with a clubbing forearm in response. Then, in their seated position, the two begin to wail on each other with calculated blows, slaps and forearms. Sanchez starts to pull ahead in the slug-fest until he attempts a headbutt before Mikey blocks it with a forearm, retaliating with a heavy headbutt from eXtreme, who follows up a heavy uppercut that sends Sanchez back into a dazed slouch. Mikey rises to his feet, ready to tout his victory, only to eat a big boot from Hatcher that turns him inside out, sending him tumbling to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: A short lived celebration from eXtreme.
Wiping the blood out of his eyes, Hatcher grabs Sanchez and pulls him close, putting him into a gutwrench hold. Then, using his feet to move one chair close to the other so that they were touching, Hatcher heaves Sanchez up and over with a gutwrench powerbomb that drives the former champ back first through the chairs. A pinfall follows.
Zach Davis: How could Sanchez possibly survive such a brutal move from The Real Deal?
In comes Mikey eXtreme who throws Hatcher off of Sanchez, dropping onto him for a pinfall of his own.
Hatcher returns the favor by throwing Mikey off, only inciting the man. Popping up to his feet, the two men are in each other faces, so close that Hatcher’s blood smears across the forehead of eXtreme. Then the pair begin to unload on one another with heavy blows, blows that built in intensity along with the crowd around them. Mikey begins to unload with shot after shot, stunning Hatcher in the center of the ring, before shooting the ropes, a flying forearm to seal the deal in mind, but Hatcher, with a last spurt of energy, kicks Mikey in the groin to stop him in his tracks. Then, with a heave, Hatcher spikes eXtreme to the mat with a brainbuster. A slow pinfall follows as Sanchez barely stirs beside them.
Freddy Whoa: How?!
Zach Davis: I don’t think anyone knows.
Least of all Raymond Hatcher who looks around the ring with a lost expression; he had used chairs, hit his biggest moves, and still he remained with his hand held high. Indeed, there seemed to be only one thing left to try: Hatcher was going high and eXtreme was going with him. Grabbing Mikey by the beard, Hatcher drags him slowly over to the turnbuckle, heaving him up so he was sitting on the top. Then scaling to the top as well, Hatcher heaves up and hooks the single leg of eXtreme.
Zach Davis: Improvement-plex on the mind of Hatcher.
But here comes Sanchez! Pushing himself to his feet, he charges the corner, leaping onto the second turnbuckle and wailing on the back of Hatcher. Instead of trying to force the move, Raymond releases hold of eXtreme, who returns to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, while Hatcher turned to face the bludgeoning Sanchez. A mistake in the end, as Sanchez nails a heavy headbutt across the nose of Hatcher before grabbing his head. Then with a leap backwards, Sanchez spikes Hatcher’s head to the mat with a falling DDT that is quickly transitioned into a guillotine.
Freddy Whoa: FEAR from Sanchez! Hatcher is barely putting up a defense.
The crowd lets out a huge pop, though, as Mikey eXtreme begins to find his footing on the perch above the two superstars. Rising high, Mikey holds the position for the briefest second before launching off the top with one of the biggest elbow drops of his career, landing with pinpoint accuracy on the head of Sanchez, locking in a triangle choke of his own. But Sanchez doesn’t relinquish hold of his own submission, leaving it all up to who taps first.
Freddy Whoa: EXPLOSION from eXtreme. Two submissions are locked in, fans, and neither are letting go.
Zach Davis: And no one is near the ropes, so the question remains: who yields first?
With eXtreme wrenching away at Sanchez’s neck, he doesn’t even notice as Hatcher, while still in the guillotine choke, presses both of Sanchez’s shoulders to the mat with a pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: OUT OF NOWHERE!
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER, AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE UNITED STATES TITLE... MIKEY EXTREME!
Zach Davis: Wait what?
Raymond Hatcher rolls out of the ring and backpeddles up the ramp. He quickly turns in disbelief as he'd just gotten a pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: What happened!?
Gravedigger: I'm receiving word that David Sanchez tapped just a second before the referee's hand hit the mat for the three count! Sanchez submitted first!
Mikey stands up and gets his arm raised in the air. Hatcher looks on, livid.
Freddy Whoa: But who will Mikey eXtreme face? We find out next!
Kyle Steel: The following match...is for the UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!
Plumes of thick smoke envelope the ring as the arena is plunged into darkness. Smart phone screens pinpoint the dimensions of the stadium with thousands of hot, white points of fluorescent light. Over this impressive display we hear the low, building strings of “Sprach Zarathustra”, by Richard Strauss; a composition more commonly known as the theme from 2001: a space odyssey.
Zach Davis: Is, is this the 'naitch?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
On the ramp, several Neanderthals (actors in prosthetic make up) snarl and crawl out from behind the gorilla curtain; their ape like forms strangely drawn to the ring by a tall, black descending shape; hovering high above the squared circle.
Gravedigger: Looks like your family escaped the hospitality suite again, Zac.
Zach Davis: Very funny, what the hell is this?
A MONOLITH is lowered from the roof of the arena; dry ice clearing as the Neanderthals enter the ring, encircling the lowering structure. As the monolith reaches it's destination, a single lightening bolt strikes the black obelisk; signalling the return of illumination to the arena...
The Monolith opens, a doorway revealing...
The crowd BOOS like crazy as Rabid steps out of the slab wearing a pair of pink and black “Rise Above Rabid” wrestling tights, plus a patented referee shirt. Rabid smiles. The ape men kneel before Rabid and worship his presence as they encircle him. One or two brave Neanderthals reach out, attempting to kiss Rabid's feet before being shaken off by the apex of anarchy.
Johnny Rabid: Greetings, Rabid fans! Minnesota! Look upon the very embodiment of evolution! For it has reached your squalid, little world! Tonight, evolution shall transform this company, it shall bring forth a bright new day! It shall show you the blinding light of hashtag Beachkrew! It shall reveal to you the truth, that your Vikings distasteful, tainted win over the Detroit lions tonight was but a mere illusion! (massive heat) Natural selection has not chosen you, Minnesota. Its has forsaken you! But you can still witness greatness tonight, greatness delivered by my charge, Billy, as he becomes your NEW UNITED STATES CHAM-PY-UN!
“Buy Me A Boat” by Chris Janson hits the speakers and the crowd hops to their feet as Billy steps out from the back. He takes off his cowboy hat and waves to the crowd, acknowledging the cheers. He places the hat back on his head and walks down the ramp, slapping hands. Every 10 or so feet, he stops and takes a breather due to his immense girth. Eventually he makes it down to the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps. He takes another breather at this point and then finally steps between the middle and top ropes.
Billy walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and tries to climb them to play to the crowd, but he can’t quite get up there. He eventually gives up and just settles for acknowledging the crowd at each side of the ring. The crowd pops as he raises his arms at each side of the ring. He finally walks over to the nearby turn buckle and takes another breather as the Neanderthals clear out, the Monolith being lifted back up into the heavens.
Johnny Rabid: Billy...Billy I want you to listen to me tonight. Tonight is your night to evolve! To transcend! Tell me, Billy...what do you see around you? I know what I see...I see Plumbs! A whole sea of them! They only cheer your name because they think it's funny. They think it's “ironic”. You want to show them irony? Then show that ugly pillock, Gemini NO MERCY! Make this a squash match for the ages! Tear Battle...
"Falling Higher" by Helloween blasts throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtains. The crowd cheers loudly as he holds his US title in the air then sprints to the ring. the tosses the belt underneath the bottom rope and slides in behind it landing at the belt itself. He lifts it up and gets to his feet while holding the title over his head.
Gravedigger: Oh great, this idiot! Listen to Rabid, Billy...you fat tub of lard!
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle certainly has his hands full this week with Billy. But if anyone can do it with this hot streak he's been on it's Gemini Battle.
Gravedigger: Great...he wants to talk...
Gemini Battle: Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining us tonight. I'm here to make an announcement. Three weeks ago I broke the War Elimination Record... 2 weeks ago I won the US Title and last week I defended it. This week I will do the same thing. Is itjust me or am I on a fucking hot streak!
Gemini Battle: The way I see it, you people want to see me win, am I wrong?
Gemini Battle: So I stand here with the US Title in my hand while fucking Wade Moor holds the World Title, and for all intents and purposes he is set to main event One this year...
Gemini Battle: I know, right. And his lackey is officiating my match tonight... hey Johnny. So it seems that I am at a bit of a disadvantage. But I don't care, I've been fighting form the bottom my whole life, and just because I'm on top of the world doesn't mean that I plan on fighting any differently now.
Gemini Battle: I'm not out here right now to shoot the shit about Beachkrew or anyone else. I'm here to talk about One. Because this year we have an undeserving champion set to main event One. Buy Rates will be at an all time low, and the fans may threaten to cancel their membership if they see that guy in the main event. Meanwhile, the hottest superstar in the WCF is going to be stuck in the mid card defending his US Title. That's why I'm here right now to make a proclamation. This year at One will be the first time EVER that the World Championship Title Match will NOT main event One!
That's right, folks. I vow to prove to everyone out there, and to Seth in the next few weeks leading up to One that the title doesn't make the man.. that the man makes the title. And as long as Wade Moor is champ; the World Championship Title is meaningless and as long as I'm the US Champion, will be the most relevant and sought after title in the WCF. By the time One rolls around Seth will have no choice but to name me as the main event and put the World Title in the mid card!
Gemini Battle: That's right. If that's what you want to see then keep chanting my name, and blow up the internet because tonight is only the beginning of me becoming the #GreatestUSChampEver!
Gemini drops the microphone and races towards the ring, He slides in under the bottom rope as Rabid calls for the timekeeper to ring the bell quickly and start this match.
Right hands on Billy by Gemini, Billy stands tall as Gemini bounces off the ropes and hits a springboard drop kick! Quick cover by Gemini!
Rabid slides in for the count, but “trips” as he does so; Rabid rolls around on the mat in apparent pain, holding onto his knee.
Gravedigger: Rabid is hurt! Someone get the EMT's, we have a code red here! CODE RED!
Gemini looks around and shakes his head with disgust, he stands and waves on a new ref to the ring. As Gemini does so, Rabid kips up to his feet and shoves a standing Billy onto Gemini, the four hundred pound man falling forward and making an impromptu cover!
Gemini with a DDT attempt! Billy reversals the move with anIrish whip; catches Gemini on the rebound and hits a tilt-a-twirl back-breaker, followed on by a splash!
Fast one, two, three--
Kickout!...Just; another Irish whip by Billy, this time going for a clothesline on the return trip, ducked by Gemini who attempts a standing drop kick; his legs caught by Billy in mid air! Billy reverses the move and locks in a Boston Crab!
Rabid swoops in and screams in Gemini's face “DO YOU TAP?...DO YOU TAP?” Eye poke by Gemini on Rabid which garners a ripple of applause from the crowd; Rabid shakes it off, grabs Gemini's hand and attempts to force it to tap on the mat. Gemini is struggling...
Gravedigger: Tap! Tap!
Crowd: Gemini! Gemini! Gemini! Gemini!
Rabid eye rolls as Gemini wills himself to the ropes. Rabid desperately trying to pull those ropes away from Gemini's reach. Eventually however, Rabid concedes and allows Gemini a way out of the move. Gemini grabs the ropes and Rabid walks over...very...very...slowly...to tell Billy to break the hold, trips as he does so to eat up more time as the crowd BOOS like crazy!
Gravedigger: Slippery ring out there, Seth should look into that!
Billy breaks the hold and changes tactics—goes for a cover...
Rabid with the FAST COUNT!
ONE, TWO, THRE--
Only two! Gemini kicks out! Gemini gets to his feet and attempts to drag Billy up with him but the man is just too damn heavy, Gemini changes tactics and races to the turn buckle
Zach Davis: Gemini going for an aerial assault!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Moonsault!
Gemini with the cover
Billy with the kick out!
Billy sends Gemini flying with a “Belly 2 Billy” suplex! Gemini clatters into a turnbuckle as he lands, while Rabid “graciously” helps Billy up to his feet; calling for an EMT to enter the ring to check on his compatriot. The EMT seemingly passing something to Rabid as he wipes sweat away from Billy's brow with a sponge.
Zach Davis: What was that? What was that?
REPLAY: Shows the now high tailing EMT (A disguised Hacksaw Jim Thuggin') passing Johnny Rabid a pair of brass knuckles!
Gemini drags himself to his feet, enraged having seen the incident; the crowd are on fire!
“Screw-Job! Screw-Job! Screw-Job! Screw-Job!”
Gemini runs at Johnny, Johnny “throws” a punch, but it looks way too slow to be a legit move. Gemini however doesn't catch on, instead spins Johnny around to face his back and hits Johnny with a Gods Paradox! (Which Johnny seemingly appears to be prepared for) Johnny lands on the mat, his hand clenched tightly shut to cover up the brass knuckles. A second referee enters the ring as Gemini points to the clenched hand of Rabid (who appears unconscious) Gemini goes over to a confused Billy and attempts explain about the knuckles as the second ref unclenches Johnny's hand to discover...
No Brass Knuckles! Empty Hand!
Gravedigger: This is a disgrace! Gemini should be stripped of the title!
Zach Davis: It's all a set up! Johnny has played both Gemini and Billy, Thuggin' handed Johnny the knuckles, then took them back!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The second ref and Gemini are arguing but the ref won't hear it, calls for the bell!
Kyle Steel: Winner, and STILL United States Champion...by disqualification...Gemini Battle!
Gemini is obviously upset by the decision, he shakes his head as he's handed the title. An incensed Billy shoves Gemini as he checks on the “poorly”, Rabid; who is now rolling around on the mat in “agony”. Billy stands as Gemini soaks the cheers from the crowd, Irish whips Gemini into a turn buckle and hits the Dead Man's Dive!
Zach Davis: The match is over, Billy! Let it go!
Gravedigger: Good job, Billy! He's getting revenge on his fallen friend, go get 'em!
Howard Black and John Barber run down to ringside and drag an enraged Billy away back up the ramp...stop for a few moments to allow Billy to get his breath...then carry on being furious as all three head out into the back.
Gemini rolls around in pain, clutching his ribs as--
Johnny kip up's to his feet! His face a mask of evil as he drags Gemini up by his hair and hits--
Zach Davis: Kingdom Destroyer! Kingdom Destroyer on Gemini! The bastard!
Johnny smiles as he stands tall over the fallen Gemini; holds aloft the U.S. Championship then SPITS on the belt! Rabid drops the title at the feet of Gemini as he rolls out of the ring, now rejoined by that EMT...Hacksaw Jimophy Thuggin'!
Zach Davis: They've managed to corrupt this match, corrupt poor Billy; and destroy Gemini Battle in one fell swoop!
Gravedigger: Are you kidding? This was a moral and ethical victory by #beachkrew! That plum, Gemini Battle, attacked an official for NO REASON! Absolute disgrace! Good job, Rabid!
Gravedigger with a standing ovation as Rabid and Thuggin' head out into the back.
We cut to commercials.
The lights dim as "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory hits the PA. Biohazard runs out onto the stage and spits some ooze in the air, followed by Walker who flexes in front of him. The two men hug for a little bit too long before making their way down the aisle.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a tag team match! Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 485 pounds, the team of Tyler Walker and Biohazard...BIOWALKER!
Walker enters the ring and bullies the ref as Biohazard does some flippy lucha shit on the ropes. Finally they settle down and wait in the corner for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...
The boos from the crowd almost drown out the opening of "Home" by Three Days Grace as Torture and Jayson Price walk out from the back.
Zach Davis: Dear god the boos are deafening.
Freddy Whoa: What was that Zach? I can't hear you too well.
Zach Davis: See!
Torture and Price both raise their title belts into the air as trash begins to fly through the air toward the stage. Price bats away a water bottle and laughs as Torture feigns being afraid of the crowd. They then begin to walk down the ramp toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, the team of Jayson Price and Torture...THE MAN MADE GODS!
The crowd starts up a "FUCK YOU BOTH" chant as Price and Torture step up onto the apron and enter the ring. Price walks over to Kyle and spins him around before he can leave the ring.
Zach Davis: What's this about?
Kyle drops his head as Price leads him back to the center of the ring.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, the longest reigning WCF Cruiserweight Champion in the history of the WCF Jayson Price and the WCF World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion Torture...THE MAN MADE GODS!
Torture shoves Kyle to the side as he and Price both raise their title belts again.
Freddy Whoa: Are you serious? Are we going to have to listen to them being introduced like that all the time?
Zach Davis: I hope not.
Gravedigger: Well I hate Price, but until somebody can take those belts from those two they can be announced as whatever they want.
Zach Davis: But that's just the problem. They never defend those belts. And if they do, it's in some sham match.
Gravedigger: Hey don't get snippy with me. I don't make the matches around here, I just commentate on them like you do. If you want to get mad about the belts never being defended then talk to the boss.
The referee takes the title belts from Torture and Price as Biohazard and Walker try to decide who will start the match. Torture heads out onto the apron as Price warms up in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Now this will be interesting. Price returned to WCF at the end of the WAR Match but he has yet to wrestle a match after coming off his time in a coma. Should we expect any ring rust after he missed 5 months?
Zach Davis: Not when they're facing opponents like BioWalker.
Gravedigger: YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH! BIOWALKER ARE LEGENDS!
The referee is in the center of the ring and Price and Biohazard are ready. The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Biohazard races across the ring and is immediately superkicked in the face by Price.
Freddy Whoa: PRICE CHECK!
Price shakes his head and tags in Torture to the boos of the crowd. Torture enters the ring and Price lifts Biohazard's limp body up. Price shoves Biohazard to Torture and Torture drops him with the Torture's Device.
Zach Davis: Oh god, this is worse than I thought.
Tyler Walker enters the ring and runs over to help out Biohazard. Price with a back elbow to the face and then The Downfall. The referee is trying to get some order as Price shoves Walker out of the ring and under the bottom rope. Price steps out onto the apron as Torture hooks the leg.
"Home" by Three Days Grace hits as the crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: And just like that this match is over.
Zach Davis: Pathetic.
Gravedigger: Hey, you wanted them to have a legitimate match. At least it wasn't midgets in Hawaii again.
The referee tries to hand Price and Torture their title belts but Torture shoves him away. Price hops down off the apron and superkicks Walker in the side of the head as he tries to get to his feet. Torture now with Biohazard back up on his feet and he hits him with a second Torture's Device.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Stop this!
The referee trying to intervene but he eats a right hand from Torture. Price under the ring apron and he's throwing a chair into the ring. He grabs a second one and slides in as Torture picks up his.
Freddy Whoa: This looks bad guys.
Biohazard stirring on the mat as Torture and Price wait. The crowd booing as Biohazard gets onto his knees. Price and Torture swing their chairs and connect with a sickening con-chair-to, dropping Biohazard back onto the mat.
Gravedigger: OH! OUCH!
The Man Made Gods throw their chairs to the side as they pick up their title belts. "Home" resumes playing over the speakers as Price and Torture shake hands, congratulating each other on a well fought match. Tyler Walker is trying to stand up outside the ring but he drops back to the ground. Torture and Price laugh at him as Helloween goes to an ad for next months XIII PPV.
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 – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. The World Title is over his shoulder. 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: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….HE IS THE WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.. WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, 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 hands his effects, including the Title, to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: I'm still so confused seeing this man with the WCF World Heavyweight Title. He wasn't scheduled to compete in a World Title match at Slam but he somehow won it anyway thanks to Seth's drunken shenanigans.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega's swan song was just that, Zach. A swan song. Jay Omega is dead, long live Wade Moor.
The lights go low and a shimmering-water like projection is cast upon the stage. The first notes of the “Jaws Theme” begin as the Titantron lights up with grainy, black and white footage of a shark swimming towards a panicked swimmer. The theme continues to speed and build, the shark getting closer as the swimmer’s face turns to a look of horror! Just as the beast is about to take the hapless man in his jaws, the music crescendos, the lights go out, and “Hot One” by Shudder to Think hits the P.A.
The curtain bursts open as the 6’1 form of Los Tiburones strides out, a flowing crushed blue velvet cape with faux-ermine lining and emblazoned with sea shells and fake sapphires. The Titantron video is filled with Windows 95-esque graphics of rolling waves, palm trees, and dolphins with the flashing clip-art words “LOS TIBURONES” and several poor quality gifs of sharks atop marble columns flanking the words.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from La Jolla, California, weighing in at 215 lbs…. Los! Tiburones!
Getting his king walk on, Los Tiburones swaggers down to the ring. Occasionally stops to pretend to slap the hand of a fan but pulls that whole idiot “SIKE” slick-hair-back thing. The exception lies in female fans: he gladly stops to take selfies with them. Perhaps too many, dragging his entrance on. Upon finally reaching the ring, he removes the cape and mantle, sliding in and running straight to the ring post. After pulling himself up, he tosses his arms in the air to a hail of boos, his nose in the air and an undoubted smug smirk on his lips hidden by the mask. He gives the crowd the finger then dismounts, chortling to himself as he leans back in his corner.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Rupp Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: This match will go beyond all expectations.
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
There are twelve HUGE muscular individuals on each side of the entrance ramp. They look like as if they were carved out of stone. They are wearing leather armor and they have their left arm across on their chests. They hold, at an angle a long metal spear, at their side. As Oblivion walks down the ramp, The "Monster Troop" roars out...
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa.
Zach Davis: Exactly.
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strike fill the Rupp Arena. Thunder rolls.
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: The Beach Krew and Oblivion will bring out the best in each other.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster... The God of Insanity!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be one epic battle between these two. Er, uh, six.
Zach Davis: A battle for the ages. The #beachkrew and the AoD... What do YOU think Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: ..... Rip his fucking head off Oblivion!
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo tron. Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain as Pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. He pulls a microphone out of his jacket and begins speaking.
Night Rider: Right now I want everyone in here to shut the hell up because I have something to say-
Zach Davis: Before Night Rider can continue...
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, and removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders, and tosses it in the corner and awaits her opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Who is going to advance? This is the first of our Hellimination match-ups!
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: Here we go!
Tiburones and Kemp run at Oblivion and Night Rider, Clotheslining them out of the ring. Wade Moor took Denise down with a sharp elbow to her head, and now all three #beachkrew members start stomping on her.
Zach Davis: Classy.
Gravedigger: This isn't ballet, Zach. They're in it to win it.
The World Champion lifts Denise up as Tiburones and Kemp throw her to the ropes. As she comes back Wade Moor plants her with a High Lift Spinebuster.
Freddy Whoa: This is Wade Moor's first match as the WCF World Champion. And he's started it off by beating down a woman. Simply fantastic.
Gravedigger: No, Freddy. He's started it off by isolating an opponent so his team can win their match. Your anti-#beachkrew bias is disgusting.
Kemp and Tiburones lift Denise up and execute a Double Suplex. Oblivion and Night Rider are back in the ring!, however! They run at Kemp and Tiburones and take them down!
Zach Davis: The AoD aren't going to let the Beach Krew get away with this!
Wade Moor rolls out of the ring before Oblivion and Night Rider can attack him. Oblivion and gives chase as Night Rider stomps on Tiburones and Kemp, trying to keep them both down.
Gravedigger: Good luck, Night Rider. You're in there with the world's best wrestling stable.
Freddy Whoa: We still don't even know who the legal men are!
Los Tiburones and Kyle Kemp both get back to their feet, much to Night Rider's chagrin. Denise D'Evil is up and she goes toe to toe with Kemp as Night Rider brawls with Tiburones.
Zach Davis: The ref really needs to get some control here...
Night Rider gets the best of Los Tiburones and goes for a Clothesline, but Tiburones ducks it and hits a Flying Headscissors, sending Night Rider out. Denise D'Evil had sent the People's Champ reeling, but Los Tiburones spins her around and hits her with a Superkick to the gut.
Gravedigger: Cliche Kick right to the ovaries!
Freddy Whoa: I apologize to women everywhere on the behalf of Gravedigger.
This spins her around as she falls to both knees as Kemp is already running.
Zach Davis: BACK TO THE MINORS!
Kemp pins Denise.
Gravedigger: #beachkrew's first elimination of the night!
Denise D'Evil rolls out as Kyle Kemp and Los Tiburones both high five.
Zach Davis: Don't turn around, guys. Actually, you know what? Turn around.
They turn... AND GO FACE TO FACE WITH OBLIVION! The Monster has Wade Moor hurting on the outside, and he roars at Tiburones and Kemp before Clotheslining them down. They both get to their feet and Oblivion grabs them both by the throat.
Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!
Oblivion drops down and pins Kyle Kemp!
Gravedigger: NO! KEMP KICKS OUT!
Indeed. Oblivion gets back to his feet and kicks Tiburones out, and finally we have two legal men, Oblivion and Kemp.
Zach Davis: Obviously these first round matches are important because you have to win to advance, but beyond that, only the Survivors of the match advance. So even if your team wins, if you win with one guy left, you're in trouble once you go to our main event.
Freddy Whoa: You never know!, the main event could be a singles match for all we know! That said, both of these teams surely want to win with as many competitors as possible. Even if the AoD can come back from this, they're already a member down for our main event.
Oblivion stomps on Kemp repeatedly before lifting him up and throwing him to the ropes. As Kemp comes back Oblivion executes a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker!, before going for another pin.
No!, this time Wade Moor breaks it up. Kyle Kemp rolls out of the ring.
Gravedigger: This match has Lucha rules, meaning that by leaving the ring someone else becomes the legal man. In this case, that means Wade Moor.
Wade Moor lifts Oblivion up but Oblivion shoves him away. Moor runs at Oblivion but Oblivion lifts him in a Back Bodydrop. Moor hits the mat, gets back up, and gets lifted up onto Oblivion's shoulders.
Zach Davis: 5150!
Freddy Whoa: THE WORLD CHAMPION TAKEN FOR A RIDE!
Oblivion goes for another pin!
NO!, Los Tiburones breaks it up now!
Gravedigger: Can't fight the numbers game. #beachkrew has the advantage.
Wade Moor rolls out now making Los Tiburones legal. Tiburones hits several stiff shots to Oblivion but the Monster shrugs them off. Los Tiburones goes for a Spinning Kick but Oblivion catches the leg, spins Tiburones around and drops him with the Dirtnap!
Zach Davis: Despite the disadvantage the AoD are in it to win it!
Oblivion tags in Night Rider. Night Rider runs at Los Tiburones and executes a Leg Drop. He stays sitting on him for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Not yet!
Zach Davis: Not quite - but it WAS broken up by Kyle Kemp.
Los Tiburones rolls out now, making Kyle Kemp legal.
Gravedigger: GREAT strategy by #beachkrew. Every time there is a pin attempt, someone fresh comes in so the other guy can take a rest.
Freddy Whoa: That may be true and a good, if not cowardly, strategy... but the AoD has been on top this entire match since Denise's elimination.
As Night Rider gets up Kyle Kemp drops him with a Scoop Slam. Kyle Kemp then climbs to the top.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp, going high risk!
Kemp flies off the top with a Flying Crossbody!
Night Rider catches him!
Night Rider executes a Fallaway Slam! Kyle Kemp stumbles up and Night Rider gouges his eyes before grabbing him from behind and executing a Reverse DDT.
Freddy Whoa: Good move by Night Rider.
Kemp stumbles up once more and Night Rider measures him...
Zach Davis: END OF TIMES!
Night Rider drops down and pins Kyle Kemp.
NO!, broken up by Wade Moor! Kyle Kemp quickly rolls out.
Freddy Whoa: Even though the AoD is constantly dominating the #beachkrew, they just can't get an elimination thanks to the Krew's shenanigans.
Night Rider gets to his feet, but Wade Moor is already running to the ropes. He comes back...
Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!
Moor drops down and pins Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion is the only member left of the AoD... not good.
Oblivion runs in and tackles Moor down. The former World Champion hits punch after punch onto the reigning Champion.
Gravedigger: It's academic at this point. We've got #beachkrew in the finals, just like we knew that we would.
Oblivion backs off as Moor tries to get to his feet, only to run at him and take him down with a knee lift. With one motion he then hits both Kemp and Tiburones off the apron before climbing onto the top.
Zach Davis: The Monster is on fire!
Oblivion flies off with an Obi-Sault!
Freddy Whoa: NO ONE TO SAVE WADE MOOR!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT! THANK GOD!
Indeed, Wade Moor kicked out of the Obi-Sault. Oblivion lifts Moor up and throws him to the ropes before lifting him in a Bearhug.
Zach Davis: Here comes the rest of the Krew!
As soon as Oblivion hears Kemp and Tiburones enter the ring, Oblivion hits a Belly to Belly on Moor, throwing Moor into the two #beachkrew members! The fans roar as Tiburones and Kemp fall over the top rope out of the ring. Moor gets up, on dream street, bounces off the ropes and into the waiting arms of Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: BLACK HOLE!
Gravedigger: NO! No no no!
Oblivion pins Wade Moor!
Gravedigger: NO! REF! LOOK!
Wade Moor's foot was on the ropes! The ref notices a second before his hand hits the mat.
Gravedigger: YES! Wade Moor is alive!
Oblivion shakes his head and pulls Wade Moor into the middle of the ring. He lifts him up and onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Here comes the 5150!
No!, Wade Moor shifts his weight and lands behind Oblivion. He rolls him up.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor's feet on the ropes!
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: #beachkrew wins! Flawless victory!
Moor quickly rolls out of the ring as Oblivion gets to his feet, furious. He joins his #beachkrew team as they backpeddle up the ramp.
Zach Davis: The #beachkrew wins.... And with a clean sweep. None of them eliminated. We have a Trios Titles match coming up between the People's Choice and Pantheon, and whoever wins that has to face this three man team.
Freddy Whoa: Things don't look good for the future of WCF, Zach. Things don't look good.
We go to a commercial for One.
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his right arm high into the air.
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his opponent.
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face, and he begins making his way though the smoke to the ring, as the fans cheer him on. While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as he waits for his opponent.
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 the Television title high over his head, and 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, holding the Televsion title out with one hand and 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.
The opening bars of Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He walks towards the ring with what appears to be an attempt at looking serious but it's more than likely he's putting it on.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.
"Survival" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"This is survival of the fittest
A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying. Kari comes out from the back as Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd.
"Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience. He turns and sits up on the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Who is going to face the #beachkrew?
The bell sounds. Pantheon, somewhat cocky, are caught unaware as the People's Choice members run towards them.
Gravedigger: BOOM! HEADSHOT! to Corey Black!
Zach Davis: SUPER DUPER KICK! TO ALEX RICHARDS!
Freddy Whoa: AND A REGULAR OLE SUPERKICK TO JEFF PURSE!
All three People's Choice members drop down and pin the Pantheon members!
ONE! ONE! ONE!
TWO! TWO! TWO!
THREE! THREE! KICKOUT!
Freddy Whoa: ...Whoa!
Zach Davis: Only Jeff Purse survives!
Both Corey Black and Alex Richards roll out of the ring.
Gravedigger: This is unbelievable. Pantheon are supposedly the best stable in wrestling, but two of their members were just eliminated out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: The Trios Titles are on the line! Jeff Purse has to get it together... can he bring home the victory against these odds?
Teo Del Sol lifts Purse up, but Purse fights back, hitting him with several rights and lefts! The crowd is divided.
Crowd: LET'S GO JEFF PURSE!
Crowd: PEO-PLE'S CHOICE!
Crowd: LET'S GO JEFF PURSE!
Crowd: PEO-PLE'S CHOICE!
Purse throws Teo Del Sol to the ropes and as Teo comes back he goes for The Spoke!, but Teo ducks it. Teo keeps running and does a cartwheel before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a Flying Lariat onto Purse!
Gravedigger: What athleticism by Teo Del Sol!, I gotta give him credit.
Spencer Adams and Vic Venable are on the apron, Teo Del Sol is legal. Teo slides onto the apron and then jumps to the top...
Zach Davis: He gestures to the crowd.. HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
NO! Purse rolls out of the way! Purse gets to his feet and goes to throw Teo Del Sol to the corner, but Teo reverses it, sending Purse in instead. Purse jumps up onto the turnbuckle and jumps off.
Freddy Whoa: TAKING OFF THE TRAINING WHEELS!
NO!, Teo Del Sol sidesteps it! Jeff Purse gets back up and Teo runs at him and DDTs him down!
Gravedigger: Teo Del Sol almost got eliminated! The People's Choice team has a huge opportunity here - they know they have to face all three members of the #beachkrew, and if they can beat Pantheon without taking an elimination....
Teo Del Sol tags in Spencer Adams. He climbs to the top...
FLYING KNEE PLANCHA TO JEFF PURSE!
Purse hits the mat as Adams tags Teo back in, who is already up top.
Zach Davis: HABANERO HIGH DIVE! HE HITS IT!
Freddy Whoa: ....Whoa.
Zach Davis: The People's Choice defeat Pantheon in a clean sweep!
Jeff Purse rolls out of the ring. Vic Venable and Spencer Adams join Teo Del Sol in the ring to celebrate.
Gravedigger: I have to admit, they had a plan, which was to utilize the element of surprise against Pantheon, and they utilized it. Pantheon has never been dominated like this in a big match scenario before.
Freddy Whoa: And we've got new Champions!
The refere goes to hand People's Choice the belts.
Gravedigger: HERE'S #BEACHKREW!
Wade Moor hits Vic Venable with an elbow to the back of the head, Teo Del Sol turns around and gets a Running STO from Los Tiburones, and Spencer Adams eats a Springboard Crossbody from Kyle Kemp!
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: HERE WE GO! FOR CONTROL OF WCF!
Zach Davis: The Beach Krew aren't wasting time on entrances! Our main event is on! We've got a full three on three match!
Kemp kicks Adams out of the ring as Moor kicks out Venable. This leaves Teo Del Sol.
Freddy Whoa: Not a good place to be for the former Television Champion....
Wade Moor measures Teo and runs at him..
Gravedigger: BROSEIDON PUNCH!
NO!, Teo Del Sol sidesteps it! Teo grabs Moor's head and runs, hits a Dropkick onto Tiburones and then Tornado DDT's Kemp down. Tiburones runs at Teo and Teo ducks it before hooking him for a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex!
Zach Davis: Pin attempt!
NO!, Los Tiburones kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: These two had an amazing feud for the Television Title!, and now everything is on the line here at Hellimination.
Gravedigger: If the #beachkrew wins, they're in control. Los Tiburones could just declare himself the Television Champion by stripping Andre Jenson! Just like that!
Zach Davis: That's IF they can get past the People's Choice.
Teo Del Sol stomps repeatedly at Los Tiburones. Both teams have their competitors in their corners now and Teo Del Sol tags in Vic Venable.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the brother of former World Champion, FPV... Here comes Vic Venable!
Venable enters the ring as Los Tiburones gets to his feet. Tiburones runs at Venable and Venable executes an Arm Drag. Tiburones gets back up and Venable lifts him.
Gravedigger: Up for the Brainbuster!
No!, Los Tiburones lands behind Venable. Vic turns around and Los Tiburones hits an Enziguri! Tiburones then dives and tags in Kyle Kemp.
Gravedigger: Here comes the REAL People's Choice!, here comes Kyle Kemp!
Kemp enters as Vic runs at him, but Vic is woozy; Kemp is able to grab him and hit a Belly to Belly! Vic stumbles up again and Kemp runs at him.
Zach Davis: Back to the Minors!
No!, Vic ducks the kick and lifts Kyle Kemp up in the Electric Chair position before dropping backwards!
Freddy Whoa: Great reversal!
Vic goes to dive and tag someone else in, but Wade Moor is in the ring and grabs him before he can. Moor spins Vic around and drops him with a Brainbuster.
Gravedigger: Ha! The World Champ just scrambled Vic Venable's brains.
Moor then decks Adams and Teo before rolling out as Kyle Kemp has gotten to his feet. Kemp runs at Venable...
Zach Davis: BACK TO THE MINORS! He hits it this time!
Kemp drops and pins Vic.
Freddy Whoa: VIC ELIMINATED!
Vic Venable rolls out of the ring as Kyle Kemp gets to his feet. He yells at the ref to hand him his People's Title, which he raises high in the air, mid-match, just for the crowd to boo him.
Zach Davis: Ugh...
Teo Del Sol enters the ring and steals the Title from Kyle's grasp!, which the crowd pops for!
Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO!
Kemp angrily rushes Teo but Teo ducks away, tossing the People's Title out of the ring before hitting a stiff Roundhouse Kick. Kemp is spun around and Teo Del Sol grabs his arms and puts him in a Crucifix Pin.
No!, Kemp kicks out! Both men are to their feet and Kemp runs at Teo only to be taken over with a Hip Toss. Kemp gets back up and Teo goes to throw him to the ropes. Kemp reverses the Irish Whip and Teo runs to the ropes instead. He Springboards and takes Kemp down with a Flying Lariat!
Freddy Whoa: The People's Choice taking it to the People's Champ!
Teo Del Sol climbs onto the apron. He motions to the crowd.
Gravedigger: Stop showboating!
Zach Davis: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
NO!, as Teo jumps to the turnbuckle Moor runs at him and hits a Broseidon Punch! Teo drops off the turnbuckle and into the ring and into Kyle Kemp, who Flapjacks him onto the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Show Off!
Teo stumbles up once more for Kemp to run at him...
Gravedigger: BACK. TO. THE. MINORS.
Kemp drops down and pins Teo.
Zach Davis: And we're now three against one.
Teo Del Sol rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This doesn't look good for the People's Choice.
Gravedigger: It NEVER looked good for the People's Choice. The people don't matter, and neither do their choices. The #beachkrew are what matters. This match was always a formality.
Spencer Adams gets into the ring and Kyle Kemp runs at him. Adams executes a Hurricanrana!, and both Adams and Kemp quickly get back to their feet. Kemp walks into Adams, who lifts him up...
Zach Davis: VACCINE!
Adams has him up on his shoulders..
NO!, Adams hits it! Spencer Adams drops down and pins the People's Champion!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?
Chair to the back of Spencer Adams! Wade Moor is in the ring and he's got a chair. He, again, smashes it against the back of Adams. Adams rolls off of Kemp and stumbles to his feet. Wade Moor hits him with a vicious chair shot right to the face!
Zach Davis: What the hell is Wade Moor doing!?
Wade Moor angrily drops the chair to the mat before pulling Spencer Adams in...
Gravedigger: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!! WITH THREE EXCLAMATION POINTS! ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!
The referee is calling for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor has been disqualified, guys! The World Champion is gone!
Gravedigger: But who cares? He just won this matchup!
Kyle Kemp cockily approaches Spencer Adams and drops down, pulling him away from the chair and hooking his leg.
NO! NO! ADAMS KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams kicks out! I don't believe it!
Outside the ring, Wade Moor is livid. The ref is yelling at him to leave the ringside area.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor sacrificed himself to win the match, but ... #beachkrew didn't win! Moor thought it was a sure thing!
Gravedigger: It's only a matter of time. Spencer Adams took some vicious chair shots, he's fighting an uphill battle here.
Moor begins stomping angrily up the ramp.
Gravedigger: Making the World Champion leave... I can't believe this official.
Kemp backs up and runs at Spencer Adams.
Zach Davis: One more time.. BACK TO THE MINORS!
NO! ADAMS ROLLS KEMP UP!
Freddy Whoa: KYLE KEMP ELIMINATED!
The bell dings.
Zach Davis: Sorry, Freddy, but.. WHOA!
Wade Moor hadn't even reached the stage yet before he starts throwing a temper tantrum.
Gravedigger: What the hell!?
Freddy Whoa: This match has just become a one on one match! Spencer Adams versus Los Tiburones!
Kyle Kemp rolls out of the ring as Los Tiburones enters it.
Zach Davis: This is for control of WCF, guys! If People's Choice can win this, if Spencer Adams can win this, they can turn the tide against the #beachkrew!
Gravedigger: Not likely, Zach. Not likely.
Los Tiburones runs at Spencer Adams and goes for a STO, but Adams grabs him, switches behind, and Bulldogs him!
Freddy Whoa: SPENCER ADAMS IS ALIVE!
Los Tiburones backs off for several moments as Spencer Adams begins getting to his feet. Los Tiburones stomps his foot...
Zach Davis: CLICHE KICK!
NO!, Spencer Adams ducks it! Tiburones turns.
Freddy Whoa: SUPER DUPER KICK!
NO!, Los Tiburones ducks that!, and keeps running! He Springboards and then Moonsaults.
Gravedigger: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT DDT TO SPENCER ADAMS! LOS TIBURONES HITS IT!
Tiburones pins Adams.
NO!, Adams kicks out!
Zach Davis: Both of these men almost.. ALMOST! They almost won War. But now we're at Hellimination and both men have another chance at glory.
Freddy Whoa: Both the #beachkrew and the People's Choice made it to the main event without a single elimination, but now we're down to one on one... with control of WCF on the line.
Los Tiburones rolls over and onto the apron. He measures Spencer Adams...
Gravedigger: Here comes a Springboard Dolphin Driver!
NO!, as Tiburones Springboards, Spencer moves forward and grabs Tiburones onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: THE VACCINE!
Los Tiburones shifts his weight and lands behind Spencer Adams. Adams turns and Los Tiburones kicks him in the gut and pulls him in.
Gravedigger: DOLPHIN DRIVER! DOLPHIN DRIVER!
Los Tiburones pins Spencer Adams.
Freddy Whoa: ...No. No, no, no.
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: #BEACHKREW! #BEACHKREW! THE BEACH KREW HAS DONE IT! BEACH KREW CONTROLS WCF UNTIL ONE!
The bell sounds. As soon as it does, every #beachkrew member storms the ring, including the World Champion, Wade Moor.
Zach Davis: The People's Choice did the best they could, as did the AoD, but in the end... #beachkrew's dastardly tactics were too much.
Freddy Whoa: And now they control WCF up until the biggest show of the year.
Seth Lerch is in the ring. He shakes the hand first of Jim Thuggin, then of Johnny Rabid.
Gravedigger: Ladies and gentlemen, the #beachkrew is in control.
Hellimination fades to black.