5/25/2014


Asesinato De Mayo Intro

The camera opens as Doctor Remus Micayle is seen in the Arena Mexico car park besides a rented limousine, dressed in a very dapper-looing black suit and tie, and with a very smug expression on his face. His WCF Tag Team championship is draped over his shoulder comfortably, and he seems to be at peace with the world, a cocky smirk on his face.

He walks past a couple of arena employees, before shouting out loud to their retreating backs.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Yes, it’s me! The star of the show, the man of the hour! I’m Doctor Remus Micayle, your new WCF Tag Team Champion, and I’m the man who’s finally going to give this federation what it desperately needs - a locker room without Cormack MacNeill!

The two stagehands swivel their heads back to watch the conceited Scientist brag his accomplishments to all who would listen. They exchange incredulous stares, before hurrying away.

Micayle shakes his head at the perceived idiocy of the stagehands. Humming a happy tune to himself, he slowly makes his way backstage, ready to prepare for his huge Stretcher match tonight.

The camera cuts back to the announcement table, where Erin Robbins and Zach Davis are doing commentary today. A chorus of boos emerges, hinting that the Mexico crowd heard and seen what occurred backstage. Zach shakes his head.

Zach Davis: What. An. Idiot.

Erin Robbins: Well, say what you will, you biased fool. The Doctor is here, and he is more than ready to kick some ass! Personally, I’m hoping for him to destroy Cormack here tonight, once and for all!

Winner Gets Tag Team Title Shot With Partner of His Choice
Chase Michaels vs Doc Henry vs Adam Young vs Night Rider
Special Guest Referee: Johnny Reb

Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, our opening match is next.

Erin Robbins: This match is a four way, well why have me describe the stipulation, for this match-up why not let Kyle Steel explain it, as begin our first match.

Kyle Steel: The following match is for one fall and the winner of this match gets a tag team championship opportunity with a partner of his choosing.

The arena goes pitch black.

Voice: I'll make you famous.

"Sangre Por Sangre" by HellYeah starts playing as Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a black towel on his head. He stops and takes the towel off his hand with his right hand. He holds both of his arms up in the air and then starts walking towards the ring.

Kyle Steel: First, walking down the aisle from Abilene,Texas... weighing in at 240 pounds. He is The Villian Adam Young!!

He circles the ring. Adam climbs up into the ring and poses on all four second turnbuckles before tossing the towel to ring side area.

Zach Davis: The Villain looks primed and ready for this important match up.

Erin Robbins: Who will be coming out next?

Who I am not cradle to By The Grave plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with the hood of his hoodie up. Chase stands at the top of the ramp before he slowly makes his way down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring from Bakersfield, California via way of Crawely, England... weighing in at 230 pounds... this is Chase Michaels!!

Chase Michaels rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hood off and waiting on the next competitor.

Zach Davis: We have three out of four competitors, we our now waiting on our next competitor.

The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring.

Kyle Steel: From The dark side of Hell, weighing in at 335 pounds.... this is Night Rider!

A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for the next competitor.

Erin Robbins: Night Rider looks pumped up, for this match.

Zach Davis: Now, all we need is our last competitor....

Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring with Mary, from Griffen, Georgia weighing in at 245 pounds This is.... DOC HENRY!!

Climbing up the steps, Doc holds the ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Zach Davis: Wow.

Erin Robbins: Whatever!

Zach Davis: For all you newcomers to WCF, the special guest referee is "The Inveterate Confederate" Johnny Reb!

[DING-DING!!]

All four gentlemen circle the ring, watching each other very closely.

Zach Davis: Everyone can feel the electricity in this match0up already!

Erin Robbins: It's like a powder keg ready to set off!

Within an instant Night Rider and doc Henry charge at each other, as Chase Michaels and Adam Young charge at each other.

Zach Davis: Night Rider and Doc Henry lock up with a collar and elbow tie up.

Henry and Rider pushes each other, trying to gain an advantage.

Erin Robbins: Night Rider and Doc Henry are fighting to get a small, if even at all, an advantage!

Night Rider pushes Doc Henry into a corner and Johnny Reb is there very quickly to separate them apart.

Johnny Reb: Alright Rider back up and let Doc out of the Corner!

Night Rider just sneers at Reb, as he proceeds to keep shoving his large hands and forearms in the face of Doc Henry.

Johnny Reb: I AM SERIOUS NIGHT RIDER!! ONE!! TWO!!

Night Rider continues to put his hands in the face and slapping and pushing the face of Doc Henry.

Johnny Reb: I AM SERIOUS!! THREE!! FOUR FI....

Night Rider steps backs with his hands up. As soon as Doc Henry puts his arms down....

WHAM!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Night Rider is slamming fist after fist towards Doc Henry!!

Meanwhile, as Doc Henry and Night Rider is battling out, Chase Michaels and Adam Young have been battling themselves.

Zach Davis: As Doc Henry and Night Rider were fighting, The Lone Wolf and The Villain locks up and...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels nails Adam Young with a very quick snap suplex.

Both gentlemen get up, very quickly and immediately go back into a collar and elbow tie up.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Crowd: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: STO!! Out of nowhere!! Adam Young is going for the pin!

Johnny Reb slides into position....

Crowd: On-...

KICKOUT!!

Erin Robbins: Not even a one count!

Adam Young doesn't waste any time and leaves the ring and stands on the ring apron.

Zach Davis: What is the Villain doing?

Without any hesitation, Adam Young slingshots himself over and lands with a legdrop. The impact causes Michaels legs to slightly bounce up. Young grabs Michaels...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: Where did Chase Michaels muster that from?!

Chase Michaels nails Adam Young with a snap ddt.

WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: It looks as if Johnny Reb as his hands full with this match, tonight!!

Zach Davis: This match is VERY important. The winner, of this match-up gets to pick a partner and go after the tag team titles!!

Night Rider slam a knee into the mid-section of Doc Henry.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

The ring shakes as Night Rider slam Doc Henry down with a belly to belly suplex. Night Rider takes a step back and falls down, face first...

Erin Robbins: A falling head butt by night Rider!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Another falling head butt by Night Rider!!

Night Rider picks up and whips Doc Henry into the ropes.

Erin Robbins: The Lone Wolf grabs The Villain and throws him into the ropes.

Doc Henry is going in one direction, as Adam Young is going into the other direction.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Adam Young nails Night Rider with a swinging neckbreaker!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: Doc Henry almost decapitates Chase Michaels with a spinning heel kick!!

Zach Davis: Both Doc Henry and Adam Young are going for pin attempts!!

Johnny Reb looks slightly confused for one second, but decides....

Crowd: ONE!!

Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb is counting the shoulders down for both Night Rider and Chase Michaels.

Crowd: TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Zach Davis: Chase Michaels kicks out!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE.... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Erin Robbins: Night Rider kicks out just in time!!

Adam Young grabs Night Rider and positions him into a pump handle situation. Night Rider tries to wiggle free...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Adam Young slams an elbow to the back of Night Rider's neck!

Young tries to pick up, but Night Rider resists and young slams another elbow on the back of Night Rider's neck. Night rider roars out and hip tosses Adam Young to the mat.

Doc Henry grabs Chase Michaels...

FWAPP!!

Erin Robbins: THUMB IN THE EYE!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: DDT!!

Doc Henry bolts towards a corner.

Erin Robbins: Doc Henry is perched on the top turnbuckle and then....

Camera phones flash as Doc Henry flies in the air....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: FROGSPLASH!! Doc Henry is going for the pin.

Johnny Reb slides into position....

Crowd: ooooooooone....

Erin Robbins: Wait...

Crowd: twooooooooo....

Zach Davis: Is Johnny Reb going deliberately slow?

Crowd: threeeeeee....

WHAM-WHAM!!

Crowd: WHOA!!

Adam Young nails Doc Henry with a flying leg drop, as night Rider nails Doc Henry with a double sledgehammer to the head.

Erin Robbins: WHOA!! ALL OF A SUDDEN... EVERYONE IS NOW FIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL!!

Adam Young grabs Chase Michaels...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Bridging Northern Lights Suplex!!

Night Rider grabs Doc Henry and takes him to a corner and they both climb up to the top turnbuckle/

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Both Night Rider and Doc Henry fight on the top turnbuckle...

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

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

Night Rider nails Doc Henry with a face first ddt, off of the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Adam Young charges at Night Rider...

Young nails Night Rider with a reverse STO into a.....

Erin Robbins: KOJI CLUTCH!! LOCKED UP!! NIGHT RIDER IS LOCKED UP!!

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Erin Robbins: Where in the Hell did HE come from?

Chase Michaels flies off from the top turnbuckle and....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: FROG SPLASH RIGHT ONTO ADAM YOUNG!!

Chase Michaels grabs his own mid-section and rolls out of the ring. The crowd begins to rumble.

Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL?!

Zach Davis: What's he doing here?!

Chase Michaels doesn't see John Gable walking down the aisle as he rolls back into the ring.

Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels doesn't see John gable almost at ringside.

Michaels stands up Adam Young.

Zach Davis: The Lone Wolf bolts towards the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and is heading right towards Adam Young!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!!

Crowd: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: HOLY COW!! Chase Michaels just leaped right over the top ring rope and nails John Gable with a twisting forearm smash!!

The nearby crowd, that is near the entrance area cheers as Chase Michaels and john Gable are fighting up the entrance ramp!!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! THE LONE WOLF AND JOHN GABLE ARE FIGHTING UP THE RAMP. THEY ARE NAILING EACH OTHER WITH FIST, KNEES, FOREARMS!! ANYTHING THAT THEY CAN SWING AT EACH OTHER!!

Erin Robbins: They are near the entrance ramp stage...

Chase Michaels grabs John Gable and throws him with a T-bone suplex!! John Gable just bounces back up and nails Michaerls with a body scissors DDT.

Zach Davis: Some Like It Hot!!

Several WCF officials and referees come out to break them up, but they continue to fight as they go backstage.

Erin Robbins: Whoa that was very interesting, but we STILL have a match in the ring!!

Adam Young staggers to get up, Doc Henry grabs him and they both rush towards the corner.

Zach Davis: Doc grabs Adam Young and places him on the top turnbucklw.

Night Rider rushes over as Doc Henry places Young on his shoulders....

The crowd goes crazy!!!

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?

Erin Robbins: NO WAY!! NO WAY!! THIS IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!

Night Rider grabs Doc Henry around the waist, as Doc stands on the second turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Adam Young is sitting on the shoulder of Doc Henry, who is standing on the second turnbuckle, who is being grabbed by Night Rider around his waist....

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!!

Zach Davis: Night Rider just German suplexed Doc Henry who had Adam Young on his shoulders!!

Erin Robbins: NO ONE IS MOVING!!

Johnny Reb is starting the count....

Crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE..... FOUR.... FIVE.... SIX....

Doc Henry is the first up... Young is the second. Night Rider wisely rolls out of the ring. Young turns and meets Henry-

Zach Davis: GAMBLER'S HAND!

Henry drops and pins Young.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Erin Robbins: HENRY WINS THE TAG TEAM TITLES SHOT!

The bell sounds as Johnny Reb lifts Doc Henry's arm high in the air. Henry looks Reb up and down, and Reb himself waits for Doc to make a cheap shot... before breaking away.

Zach Davis: Well what about that!

Henry climbs up a turnbuckle and plays to the fans.

Erin Robbins: Who is Henry going to pick for his Tag Team Titles shot?

Zach Davis: Time will tell. Does he owe it to Johnny Reb?

Caliban Segment

Caliban is standing in front of the Sequitus backdrop as for once they got a dressing room this week, thank you ambulance match, in the background Army of the Pharaoh's by Jedi mind tricks can be heard playing faintly, it's pretty close to match time and he is all psyched up in his usually composed way

Caliban: Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives WCF, you see tonight Sequitus blows the freaking roof of this building and we create the new Alamo, it has been months since we declared war on the path to success this company lays out in front of us, tonight we put Dr Remus in a hospital bed, Jordan Ciserano joins me in the green room and Sequitus will officially own Wednesday nights and Brent Alpine and myself run through the latest couple of lovebird nutcases the WCF did not need to employ and show once again that in any incarnation, equation or combination of Sequitus is just as deadly as we are alone. But thats tonight

He pushes his fingers together and smiles.

Caliban: Obi I gave you a couple of weeks off mainly because I really wanna see you beat the shit out of Pantheon, I hope I gave you a little bit of a kick into the violence you will need to do that tonight and I wish you luck in that endeavour, but next week things will be very very different. You see next week, after we blow throw Mexico like a tornado nobody saw coming we will be coming, hunting for you, next week Sequitus shows the world how to catch a monster

He ends walking off laughing.

Submission Match
Apocalypse vs Alexander Richards

The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena showing the members of the WCF Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.

Zach Davis: You know what this means! Its time for two monsters of WCF to collide!

Erin Robbins: APOC Vs. Alexander Richards in a submission match! This is going to be brutal fight!

Claustrophobic
Crawl out of this skin
Hard explosive
Reaching for that pin

The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.

Feel thy name extermination
Desecrating, Hail of Fire

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 315 pounds, from Your Darkest Fears...... A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!

Brown strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as Apocalypse enters by a lift in the stage between the flames, and standing in the midst of the smoke. As the strobe lights reflect off the crowd, we see the faces of the mixed reaction by the crowd, some cheering, and some booing. The Brute stands there staring over the crowd for a few moments and the fire, smoke, mood and strobe lights die down.

So we cross that line
Into the grips
Total eclipse
Suffer unto my apocalypse!

The house lights come on and Apocalypse then starts to head down the ramp, with a slow intimidating walk, as the fans marvel at his size. Some are brave enough to reach their hands out to touch him. Before he nears the end of the ramp the Brute stops and makes his way over to a young child. He stares at the child before him; suddenly he pulls out some of his hair, squeals, and hands over his hair to the child before flashing a goofy smile. He then reaches the end of the ramp, steps up onto the ring apron and over the rope with ease. Once in the ring he makes his way over to a corner, sits down, and starts rocking like a baby as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica fades out.

The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title, around his waist.

Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... Alex Richards!!!

Richards climbs into the ring as he and APOC start duking it out in the middle of the ring. APOC grabs Richards by the shoulder and whips him into the ropes and powerslams him to the mat.

Erin Robbins: APOC trying to lock in a triangle choke but Richards fights out of it.

Both men get to a vertical base but Richards takes down APOC with a tackle and mounts him with some punches. APOC is able to wrestle Richards off of him as both men once again get to their feet and lock up in the middle of the ring. This time Richards gets the advantage and whips APOC into the ropes. Richards charges but APOC lifts the leg and connects with a big boot out of the corner. Richards doesnt go down but staggers away. APOC runs at Richards but Richards scoops him up in a torture rack.

Zach Davis: Now its Richards trying for a submission.

The ref checks on APOC but he refuses to quit and starts elbowing Richards in the head. Richards wobbles a bit and dumps APOC back on his feet. APOC tries for a clothesline but Richards ducks it, turning back around and hitting APOC with a knee to the gut.

Erin Robbins: And APOC responds right back with another elbow. A second elbow..

APOC tackles a step back and hits a massive clothesline on Richards, sending both men to the floor. Richards recovers first and slams APOCS head against the apron. APOC with a knee smash to the Gut of Richards. APOC grabs Richards and smashes his head off the apron.

Zach Davis: These two are just going back and forth.

Richards looks at APOC and hits a massive head butt! APOC stumbles away as Richards hits another head butt. Richards runs at APOC but gets scooped up with a side walk slam! APOC to his feet now, goes in searches under the ring and pulls out a chair. He waits for Richards to get to his feet

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Devastating chair shot!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Another sickening shot!

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: A third! And Richards skull has broken through the seat of the chair! He's wearing that chair around his neck!

Richards falls to his knees as APOC kicks him in the chest and Richards falls on the ground.

Zach Davis: APOC climbing up to the apron. And now the buckle.

Erin Robbins: No, don't !

WHAM!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: Wow! APOC just humped off the top buckle and stomped right on the leg of that chair! He may have snapped Richards neck!

Erin Robbins: Does he win?

Zach Davis: No! Richards didnt quit!

APOC brings Richards to his feet and whips him into the crowd barrier. APOC Runs at Richards but Richards manages to side step and slam APOC head first into the crowd barrier.

Erin Robbins: Now APOCs neck might be broken!

Zach Davis: Both men are down!

It takes what would be a four count for Richards to get to his feet but he does and takes APOC up and lifts him up for a death valley driver over the barricade and into the crowd!

Erin Robbins: APOC on his feet!

Zach Davis: I think APOC is too big!

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Not too big! APOC just hit a cutter and Richards injured neck just hung up on the rail!

APOC drags Richards body into the crowd and picks him up.

Zach Davis: I think hes gonna power bomb him onto the lip of the rail

Erin Robbins: That'll break his back!

Zach Davis: NOO! Richards back body drops APOC on the lip of the rail.

Richards picks up APOC this time and the men start brawling again. Neither man giving the other an inch.

Zach Davis: Richards just speared APOC through the barricade!

Erin Robbins: And their still trading blows.

Both men get to the feet as they brawl over towards the ramp. APOC kicks Richards in the gut as Richards staggers up the ramp. APOC gives chase as Richards hits a capture suplex.

Zach Davis: Richards showing off his suplex abilities.

Erin Robbins: Now he's showing off his knot tying abilities! He's got a power cord wrapped around APOCs neck!

APOC struggles to get free, trying to power out and away from Richards but the grip is too tight!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Stunner by APOC!

APOC makes his way up the ramp as Richards gets up and gives chase.

Erin Robbins: Their by the scaffolding of the WCF Jumbo-tron of Treachery!

WHAM!

APOCs head bounces off it!

WHAM!

Richards head bounces off it and Richard hits the floor.

Erin Robbins: APOC is climbing the scaffolding!

Zach Davis: Richards to his feet! He's giving chase!

Both men are climbing the steel scaffolding that surrounds the jumbo-tron of treachery. APOC tries to kick at Richards to knock him off but Richards grabs APOCs leg and tries to rip him off the rungs! APOC is able to kick free as both men continue climbing.

Erin Robbins: APOC slipped!

Zach Davis: Richards has caught up!

Erin Robbins: The two monsters are battling thirty feet in the air in Mexico city!

Zach Davis: Right! Lefts!

Erin Robbins: Both men just slipped !

Zach Davis: But they are hanging on for dear life!

Both men recover as they continue to climb, very fatigued. They get to a cat walk at the bottom outline of the jumbo-tron of treachery and they look exhausted.

Erin Robbins: Both men are winded but neither look ready to give up.

Zach Davis: And like two bulls these two monsters are at it again.

Crowd: APOC! APOC ! APOC!

Crowd: RICCHARDS! RICHARDS! RICHARDS!

Erin Robbins: Hard right by Richards sends APOC staggering.

Zach Davis: Hard right by APOC returns the favor!

Both men are exhausted by clash again and lock up on the cat walk..

Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!

WHAM!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT ! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Then silence..

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.. I think.. I think Apocalypse and Alexander Richards.. oh my.. Two these men just fell forty plus feet to the concrete below. I don't want to say this on TV but we really need to get some help out here.

Suddenly sparks start flying everywhere as mini explosions start going off all around the area where the men fell.

Erin Robbins: This isnt good. I think they just landed on one of the electronic boards we have back there for sound and arena music.

BANG!

Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! Someone.. Someone anyone.. go check on them.

Erin Robbins: It was the Pyro control panel! There’s live explosives over there!

Finally a team of trainers and refs arrives on the scene as camera rush over to pick up the action.

Erin Robbins: Is the match still going on?

Zach Davis: I think so. Wait? Are they?

Erin Robbins: They're Alive? And Apocalypse has Richards in a choke hold!

Zach Davis: The Ref calls for the bell!

Erin Robbins: Richards is unable to continue!

Zach Davis: This has been one crazy! But no one submitted! I don't think we've seen the end of this rivalry!

The Trinity vs The Vapor Kings

‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ by Boy Hits Car begins to play through the PA system, when the song kicks in, Marina Valdivia and Stacy Jones walk out onto the stage followed by Tayla Williams. The fans cheer wildly as they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.

Erin Robbins: It's time for The Trinity versus The Vapor Kings.

Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings have been rattling Trinity's cage all week long. Let's see how they do in the ring.

Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring…being accompanied by Tayla Williams…at a combined weight of 278 pounds…the team of Marina Valdivia and Stacy Jones! The…Trinity!

The three women roll into the ring and both Stacy and Marina climb opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms above their heads as Tayla nods and points to both of them. Marina and Stacy climb down off the turnbuckle and begin talking strategy as ‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ fades out.

“God's Gonna Cut You Down“ hits the PA system.

Erin Robbins: More Buddy Roman propaganda. Sick, sick lies.

Buddy Roman appears on stage with a microphone. The crowd boos his arrival with intensity.

Buddy Roman: Hush little ba-by, don't say a word. Roman's gonna buy you a mock-king-bird...

Buddy Roman trails off with quiet laughter.

Buddy Roman: Ohh- Marina, Marina. My dear sweet, little Marina. How I've missed you.

Buddy Roman sighs.

Buddy Roman: Have you missed me? Hmm. I just have to say that it's been an honor and a privilege to have met your OTHER father. Shame I couldn't have met your mother though. We would have made beautiful music together. Beautiful, sweaty, hateful, bed breaking mus--

The lights cut out along with Roman's microphone.

Erin Robbins: Are we on? Hello? Zach, can you hear me?

Zach Davis: Unfortunately, yes. I tell ya, this Mexican power grid ain't the best in the world.

The lights come back on.

Erin Robbins: What!? No way!

“Spacegrass” by Clutch comes over the PA system, already a few seconds into the song.

Zach Davis: It's The Vapor Kings! They're in the ring already!

Erin Robbins: Son of ah-! They did it again!

DING-DING-DING!!!

Zach Davis: Double big boot!

A double pin.

Crowd: ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Erin Robbins: NOO!! The Vapor Kings come from behind and steal the victory!

Zach Davis: That was the shortest tag team match at a pay-per-view ever! Six seconds!

Erin Robbins: Is Buddy Roman by the timekeeper's bell?

Zach Davis: Do you think he rung it?

Erin Robbins: I know he rung it! Now I think the ref knows he rung it!

Zach Davis: Looks like Roman's been caught red handed!

Erin Robbins: I told you he's a cheater!

The ref goes over to the ropes and starts yelling at Roman to get away from the timekeeper's table. Roman starts yelling back at him, causing mass confusion in the ring. Back in the ring, Trinity and The Vapor Kings are going at it, but it's the conversation between the ref and Buddy Roman that has everyone's attention.

Erin Robbins: He's kickin him out!

Zach Davis: The ref kicked Roman out? He did! Good for you, Mookie!

Back in the ring Trinity hits The Vapor Kings with a double low blow as the ref finally calls for the official bell.

DING-DING-DING!!!

The pin

Crowd: ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

NO!!!

Zach Davis: Trinity tried to fight fire with fire but it didn't pay off.

Erin Robbins: Just because they are women doesn't mean they're gonna lay there and take it.

Zach Davis: That's what she said.

Erin Robbins: Yes. Yes, I did say that! Trinity shouldn't have to put up with this kind of nonsense by The Vapor Kings.

Zach Davis: Well back in the ring, the ref squares away the match. It looks like ZMAC will take the lead for his team and Marina will take the lead for hers.

ZMAC explodes out of his corner and hits Marina with a stiff clothesline. She gets right back up as ZMAC lays into her with with right hands that knock her back to the ground. ZMAC continues as he takes mount and connects with more punches. The ref pulls him off of Marina, but ZMAC hits the ropes to come at her again.

Erin Robbins: Low dropkick by Marina!

Zach Davis: Then a roundhouse kick!

ZMAC falls to his right, but Marina picks him back up and hits a standing hurricanrana. ZMAC turns over and gets to a knee as Marina charges him.

Zach Davis: Alabama slam by ZMAC!

ZMAC starts stomping away at Marina before picking her up and whipping her into The Vapor Kings' corner. ZMAC rushes her for a spear but Marina kicks him in the face, sending ZMAC staggering.

Erin Robbins: Marina comes back with a crucifix armbar.

Zach Davis: Can she make ZMAC tap out?

Erin Robbins: That would be amazing!

Zach Davis: Oh yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You women always stick together... until you start fighting over guys, clothes, shoes, those weird little hairs at the bottom of the drain.

Erin Robbins: Shut up, Zach! You're such a pig!

The ref checks on ZMAC, but he's not tapping. Marina tightens the hold, but ZMAC still doesn't tap. Finally ZMAC is able to roll over and pick Marina up with one arm and hits a sitdown powerbomb before booting her in the ribs and out of the ring. ZMAC hits the ropes and runs towards Marina...

Erin Robbins: ZMAC with a suicide dive!

ZMAC catches all of Marina and continues to hammer away as the ref tries to call ZMAC away.

Erin Robbins: Here comes Stacy with a boot to the head of ZMAC! Stacy to the rescue.

Zach Davis: But here comes D-LO! Cracking Stacy with a right hand!

It's a brawl outside as Marina gets to her feet and locks ZMAC in a guillotine headlock on the floor. Stacy and D-LO are brawling outside of the ring. Stacy slams D-LO's head off the apron and suplexes him to the floor. The ref has no choice but to count.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

D-LO and Stacy are still going at it as Marina isn't letting up on that choke. D-LO whips Stacy into the steel steps and leaps off of them with an ax handle.

Referee: FIVE...

SIX...

SEVEN...

D-LO picks up Stacy, but Stacy kicks him in the gut. She tries to DDT him, but she gets back dropped onto the steel steps...

Referee: EIGHT...

Marina takes the opportunity to let go of the hold and slide into the ring, hoping to beat the count. Marina and D-LO slide into the ring at the same time.

Referee: NINE...

They lock up quickly as D-LO hurries to throw her over the ropes.

Referee: TEN!!!

Crowd: NOO!!!

Zach Davis: D-LO just saved the match for his team!

Erin Robbins: Marina's hangin up by one arm upside down, but it was enough to interrupt the count.

Zach Davis: ZMAC gets to his feet.

ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!

ZMAC runs and hits a Boot Party punt kick that smashes Marina's skull against the side of the apron.

Zach Davis: ARH! That's intense!

ZMAC hooks Marina up, immediately after and connects with a DDT.

Erin Robbins: World Tour '69!

ZMAC gets to his feet, but Stacy comes up behind him. ZMAC turns around.

Erin Robbins: Stacy's Kick!

ZMAC's down.

Zach Davis: D-LO off the top with a cross body!

Erin Robbins: It's mayhem again!

ZMAC gets to his feet and pulls a vial of white powder out of his pocket.

Erin Robbins: Is he about to do drugs?

ZMAC holds his nose and sniffs from the vial.

Zach Davis: It's a Mexican pay-per-view! I'd be upset if he didn't sniff coke!

Marina gets up as ZMAC finishes a bump of coke. Marina throws a kick at ZMAC but he catches it.

Zach Davis: Enzuigiri! OHH! Then Marina slams ZMAC's skull into the steel post.

Marina smashes ZMAC's skull a second time, but ZMAC looks completely unaffected. A third time!

Erin Robbins: ZMAC's skull just dented the post!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: A fourth time! And Marina throws ZMAC into the ring and climbs the post.

ZMAC gets to his feet as Marina launches off the ropes...

Erin Robbins: Zombie Drop! Brilliant counter by the Coked Up Mad Man!

ZMAC goes for the pin.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

NOO!!!

Erin Robbins: Stacy makes the save!

Zach Davis: Here comes D-LO! SUPERMAN PUNCH!

Erin Robbins: And the ref is trying to restore order in the ring. He forces ZMAC back into his corner, where he tags in D-LO and Stacy gets in the ring for Marina.

Zach Davis: We just had the ref reset the match pretty much. We have new legal competitors.

Erin Robbins: Gotta give credit to Mookie for doing his damnedest to maintain a semblance of order between two teams that really do not like each other!

Zach Davis: Finally, Stacy Jones and Diablo Calzone are facing off. This is something we've been waiting to see for more than a month.

D-LO and Stacy are all business as they shoot in for a lock-up. D-LO gets the advantage into a side headlock, but Stacy shoots him off. D-LO ducks a clothesline attempt by Stacy, springboards off the ropes and connects with a back elbow to the jaw. Stacy is quickly back to her feet, unloading with a kick to the midsection, followed by a one-handed bulldog.

Zach Davis: Stacy just took D-LO for a ride!

Erin Robbins: She's getting payback for all of the nasty things that he's said about her.

Stacy waits for D-LO to get up and then flies off the ropes with a diving crossbody.

Zach Davis: Crossbody and Stacy's got D-LO down!

Erin Robbins: But he rolls through! Smart counter!

D-LO has Stacy in a pinning predicament after rolling through and the ref quickly drops to the mat and counts.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THRE--NO!!!

Zach Davis: Stacy kicks out! It looked like D-LO was gonna grab Stacy's tights for leverage, but he resisted.

Erin Robbins: A Vapor King not breaking the rules? Now that's news.

D-LO gets a stern look from ZMAC, but he shrugs it off and goes back to work on Stacy, pulling the former People's Champion to her feet and whipping her into the corner. D-LO charges in for the flying butt/shell smash in the corner, but Stacy alertly darts out of the way.

Zach Davis: D-LO hit the turnbuckles hard, but I think his shell absorbed the brunt of the blow!

Erin Robbins: Maybe so, Zach, but D-LO's throat is absorbing the brunt of Stacy's foot as she digs into him with that corner foot choke!

The ref warns Stacy to break the hold and she does so at the count of four.

Zach Davis: Stacy is turning up the aggression now. She whips him into the far corner... and connects with a handspring back elbow smash! D-LO absorbed that completely.

Erin Robbins: D-LO looks like he's on dream street, anddd--Stacy makes the tag to Marina! This is bad news for the "Teenage Mutant Meta Turtle".

Stacy and Marina shoot D-LO into the ropes and hit a double roundhouse kick to the face. Stacy climbs out to the apron, while Marina covers D-LO.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!! NOO!!!

Zach Davis: ZMAC makes the save just in time and he gives Marina an extra kick to the head for her troubles!

Erin Robbins: Marina had D-LO pinned before ZMAC interfered!

The ref and both members of The Trinity are barking at ZMAC to get back to his corner, and he does so only after being threatened with disqualification. Meanwhile, the distraction has given D-LO time to recover after absorbing the double foot to the face. He scoops up Marina from behind and plants her with an Angle Slam.

Zach Davis: D-LO is back to his feet... he shoots off the ropes...

D-LO flattens Marina with a shell-first Rolling Thunder.

Zach Davis: Turtle Wax! He hit it!

Erin Robbins: What is D-LO doing? He's not pinning?

Zach Davis: He looks sad, like he just dropped his TMNT ice cream bar on the ground.

ZMAC is screaming at D-LO to make the pin. D-LO stands there looking confused.

Diablo Calzone: She's my sister!

Zach Davis: Uh-oh. I think the emotionally stunted turtle man is having a meltdown.

D-LO finally snaps out of it and drops onto Marina for the pin.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!

Diablo Calzone: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Zach Davis: Is he apologizing to ZMAC or Marina?

Erin Robbins: Your guess is as good as mine, Zach.

D-LO helps Marina to her feet and whips her into The Trinity corner of the ring.

Zach Davis: That was not great strategy. He just gave Marina the opportunity to tag Stacy.

Erin Robbins: He's telling her to tag Stacy! What the hell is going through that young man's brain right now?

Zach Davis: Well, maybe he just wants to beat Stacy since they have a rivalry.

Erin Robbins: Or maybe he has the hots for Marina.

Zach Davis: That's his sister, Erin!

Marina tags Stacy, who comes into the ring not really understanding what the heck is going on, but she's ready to fight nonetheless. D-LO shoots in for a collegiate style double leg takedown, but Stacy counters beautifully with a Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. D-LO pops up and eats a roundhouse kick from Stacy.

Zach Davis: Stacy's Kick!

D-LO is groggy from eating yet another kick to the face and Stacy senses that he's ripe to be beaten. She sets him up for her Inverted stomp facebreaker, but D-LO manages the escape and quickly bounds to a vertical base. Stacy tries to regroup but D-LO attacks with a leg kick, body kick and head kick executed in lightning quick succession.

Zach Davis: Ninja Turtle Kick Combo!

D-LO makes the tag to ZMAC, who comes in with a head of steam. ZMAC whips Stacy into the ropes and hits a textbook drop toe hold as D-LO attacks with a running knee lift, nearly decapitating Stacy in the process.

Zach Davis: The Inevitable Relapse!

ZMAC pins as D-LO climbs out to the apron.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THREE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!

Erin Robbins: The Vapor Kings were a bit out of sorts, but they're firing on all cylinders right now... as much as I hate to admit it!

ZMAC goes for the Axe Wound, his patented Gutwrench powerbomb, but Stacy flips out of it and lands on her feet. She clotheslines ZMAC and then makes a lunge to her corner, tagging Marina.

Zach Davis: Marina is in the match! You know she wants a piece of ZMAC!

Marina goes on the attack with kicks and stomps to ZMAC, but ZMAC appears to be absorbing them fairly well. She changes strategy and grabs ZMAC before lunging off the ropes with a Tornado DDT.

Zach Davis: Marina could have him right here!

Marina pins.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!

ZMAC rakes Marina's eyes and scoops her up.

Zach Davis: What is the Honey Badger gonna do with Marina? OH NO! CORKSCREW TOMBSTONE! SHE COULD BE OUT COLD!

ZMAC pins.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

THREE--NO!!!

Zach Davis: Stacy makes the save!

This draws D-LO into the ring, causing D-LO and Stacy to brawl, while ZMAC and Marina are still legal for their teams.

Erin Robbins: Mookie has his hands full this time.

Zach Davis: And with the ref distracted, ZMAC appears to be reaching into those filthy shorts of his for a foreign object. NO! IT'S THAT DAMNED CHLOROFORM RAG!

ZMAC tries to rub his chloroform covered rag in Marina's face but she kicks it out of his hand.

Erin Robbins: Yes! Put that creeper in his place, Marina!

Marina quickly follows up with a Jawbreaker, and both Superstars are now down on the mat.

Zach Davis: This is very interesting now! Marina and ZMAC are down and Stacy and D-LO have both been sent back to their respective corners by the ref! Whichever team can make the tag first will have a distinct advantage!

ZMAC and Marina each crawl toward their partners, the crowd and their teammates both cheering them on.

Diablo Calzone: Come on, ZMAC! You can do it!

Stacy Jones: Come on, Marina! You can do it!

After a few suspense filled moments, both Marina and ZMAC manage to tag their partners at precisely the same time. D-LO and Stacy both leap over the top rope and meet at center ring. D-LO tries to clobber Stacy with those clubbing European uppercuts, but Stacy is too fast for him, answering with a plurality of stiff kicks to the body. Finally, she punctuates with the Stacy's Kick to his face one more time.

Zach Davis: I think D-LO is gonna have Stacy's boot mark permanently imprinted on his face after this match!

Stacy goes for her Inverted stomp facebreaker, and this time she hits it.

Erin Robbins: Stacy’s Judgement! D-LO is out cold!

Stacy starts to make the pin, but suddenly a devilish grin spreads on her face. She forgoes the cover and instead locks D-LO in an Inverted scorpion leg lock and chickenwing submission.

Erin Robbins: Your Final Penance! It could be all over right here! Will D-LO tap?

D-LO grits his teeth and tries to make his way toward the ropes.

Zach Davis: Can he reach the ropes or will he tap out!?

Stacy shrieks at the top of her lungs as she locks in her finisher as tight as she can. D-LO lets out a yell and bulls his way toward the ropes, grabbing hold of them for dear life as Stacy is forced to break the hold.

Zach Davis: He did it! D-LO broke the hold!

Stacy appears stunned. She can't believe the show of strength and perseverance by D-LO. From out of nowhere, D-LO catches the stunned Stacy off guard and hits her with the Shellshock.

Zach Davis: Shellshock! He got it!

A barely conscious D-LO flops onto Stacy and the ref counts.

Referee: ONE...

TWO...

Marina tries to make the save, but ZMAC cuts her off.

THREE!!!

DING-DING-DING!!!

Zach Davis: It's over! The Vapor Kings win! They knock off The Trinity!

ZMAC helps D-LO to his feet and they celebrate their victory. Meanwhile, Marina and Tayla console Stacy and help her to her feet.

Erin Robbins: What a match! Both teams laid it all on the line, but The Vapor Kings pick up the W and this moves them one step closer to a title shot! Ugh!

ZMAC and D-LO climb out of the ring and head to the back as The Trinity are left to wonder what went wrong at the very end of the match.

Dr. Remus Micayle/Brent Alpine Segment

The camera opens up backstage with WCF interviewer Hank Brown standing in front of an Asesinato De Mayo backdrop, carrying a microphone. The ever-energetic crowd simmers down slightly as they await the impending message.

Hank Brown: Welcome to Asesinato De Mayo, where we are having one hell of a night. Before we carry on with the matches ahead of us... joining me right now is The Vine… Brent Alpine!

The crowd cheers heavily as the camera pans left. Already dressed in his ring gear, Alpine is nodding as he soaks in the applause from the fans.

Hank Brown: First of all, how are you feeling tonight, Brent? You’ve got a huge match with your stablemate Caliban tonight against two tough opponents in just a couple of minutes.

The interviewer passes him a spare microphone. He takes it and starts to speak, but before he so much as utters a syllable, a flash of movement to his right startles him, and he bristles. Once again, the camera pans to the right, only to reveal a smirking Doctor Remus Micayle, who is still dressed in his suit and tie and is draping his newly won WCF Tag Team Championship over his left shoulder. The crowd starts booing heavily, as the Scientist snatches Hank Brown’s microphone.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Brent Alpine will be doing just fine, as he always does. As a former scientist, you should trust my judgement, and I say that he will carry his team to victory over the Blakes.

A mixture of cheers and boos emerge from the stands. He ignores them, pointedly looking at Alpine.

Hank Brown: Err… thanks for that vote of confidence. But I was actually addressing that question to Brent here...

Micayle looks affronted at that statement.

Doctor Remus Micayle: How dare you question my prediction! Let me remind you who you are talking to once again!

Without anyone asking him, Micayle raises his championship into the sky, directing it’s shiny image into the camera. Meanwhile, Brent is looking very uncomfortable in the corner.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I am one-half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, and I think that I am more than qualified to speak for Brent Alpine! He is by far the most promising member of Sequitus - not that it counts for much, mind you - and this interview is redundant! Instead, let me tell you who you should be interviewing!

Once again, without any prompting whatsoever, Micayle raises his title into the air. The boos are deafening, and it seems that Brent has had enough.

Brent Alpine: Tell you what Doctor, you can have this interview space. I need to get ready for my match.

Quickly, The Vine slinks out of screen and walks away. Flummoxed, Hank Brown tries to call him back.

Hank Brown: Brent, wait! Wa—

Irate, Micayle grabs the WCF interviewer by the collar without warning, hoisting him up into the air.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Hey, hey, HEY! Didn’t you hear what I said? Why interview a nobody like him when there’s a champion around here? Well, whatever. It seems that you have your priorities skewed. Suit yourself, Hank. Do expect to go through my agent the next time you want to conduct one of your muttonheaded dialogue sessions with Team Science!

Disgusted, The Scientist drops him on the ground and walks off-screen. The camera fades out to black to a chorus of boos as a bewildered Hank Brown picks himself up from the ground.

Brent Alpine/Caliban vs Nero Blake/Alice Pleasant-Blake

Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall...

"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"

A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice

INCOMING!

Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! representing Sequitus! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE J.P. CALIBAN!!!!

Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently

Zach Davis: Love him or hate him-- Internet Champion Caliban is one of the most outspoken and provocative members of the WCF roster.

The lights partially dim. The distorted opening riff of 'The Warmth' by Incubus hits to a roar of noise, mostly positive, from the capacity crowd. As the drums kick in, a holographic image of 'The Vine' Brent Alpine walks down the aisle. The hologram Alpine 'climbs' into the ring and stands in the centre with his arms raised. Suddenly, a huge holographic creeper stretches down from the arena ceiling, tangles itself around the hologram Alpine and lifts him up towards the ceiling before disappearing.

Meanwhile, Brent Alpine walks with intensity through the crowd at a medium pace.

Kyle Steel: From Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds, he is... 'The Vine'... Brent... Alpine!

Alpine, now in the centre of the ring, drops to his knees. He stares down to the mat and raises his arms, almost apologetically. The fans cheer as the lights go back on.

Erin Robbins: The Vine-- formerly known as The Shine. Loved The Shine. Hate The Vine.

Zach Davis: You change your opinion based on his nickname?

Erin Robbins: Attitude, Zach. The Shine was interesting. This guy is boring. Like a Vine.

Kyle Steel: And introducing the opposing team...

Manson's "the beautiful people" comes over the PA. It is soon cut off and Avenged Sevenfold's "Shepard of Fire" comes on. The lights go down and a spotlight appears on the stage and Nero is in it with Alice Pleasant by his side, he slowly makes his way down to the ring and runs up the steps before stepping into the ring and dropping to his knees in the center with his arms to his sides and his palms facing outward. Alice runs her hands up his chest before skipping around him

Kyle Steel: At a combined weight of three hundred and sixty-five pounds... ALICE AND NERO BLAKE!

Zach Davis: Interesting ones, these Blakes.

Erin Robbins: I like them. Cute couple.

DING DING DING

Nero and Alpine stay in the ring as Caliban and Alice head to their corners. Nero and Alpine square up, circling each other. Nero throws a right hand, Alpine dodges. Alpine reaches for Nero and they lock up. Nero goes behind with a hammerlock. Alpine maneuvers out and hits Nero with a chop to the chest. Another chop and they lock up again-- Nero with a waistlock, and then he lifts Alpine, slamming him to the mat chest first.

Zach Davis: Nice takedown by Nero Blake.

Alpine rolls back to his feet and Nero hits him with a standing high dropkick. Alpine stumbles back and Nero drops him with a running clothesline. Alpine rolls to his feet again but Nero puts him in a headlock. Alpine struggles but Nero lifts him for a vertical suplex. Nero covers Alpine.

1..

Erin Robbins: The Vine kicks out at one.

Nero pulls Alpine to his feet and hits him with a knee to the gut. He walks Alpine over to his corner and tags in Alice. Alice enters the ring and takes Alpine from Nero. She hits a running bulldog and follows up with a series of knee drops.

Zach Davis: The Blakes are firmly in control of this match so far.

Alice pulls Alpine to his feet and whips him into the corner. She charges the corner with a running high knee which hits it's mark on his jaw. Alpine drops from the corner and Alice executes a facebreaker. She rolls Alpine on his back and covers him.

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Alpine with a shoulder up at two. Sequitus could be in trouble here.

Erin Robbins: The Blakes are a team to watch. A married couple has so many advantages as far as teamwork and psychology, those little instincts that make a tag team great.

Alpine gets back up and Alice throws a high kick, but he ducks it. She spins around and Alpine thinks quickly, wrapping his arms around her and he lifts her for a reverse atomic drop. Alice stumbles forward and Alpine takes the opportunity to tag out to Caliban.

Zach Davis: Here comes the Internet champ!

Caliban hops over the ropes as Alice turns around and charges with a running clothesline. Caliban ducks it and keeps running to the opposite ropes, bouncing off with a springboard backflip knee smash. Alice stumbles back, holding her head. Caliban runs across the ring and comes back with a running dropsault!

Erin Robbins: This guy fires on all cylinders 24/7. He is a hundred percent adrenaline.

Caliban bounces around the ring as Alice gets back to her feet. When she does, he leaps for a hurricanrana-- but Alice reverses it into a sitout powerbomb!

Zach Davis: What a reversal by Alice Blake!

Alice catches her breath for a moment before hitting an elbow drop. Caliban slowly gets up and Alice hits him with an open-palm slap.

Erin Robbins: Ouch, bitch slap.

Zach Davis: You said it-- not me.

She hits him with a couple of right hands before hitting a high kick, which drops Caliban. She tags out to Nero who comes in and drops to a knee, punching the mat.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh...

Nero leaps for a superman punch--

Erin Robbins: The Father's Mistake!

But Caliban baseball slides underneath him! Nero rolls to his feet and Caliban grabs him, dropping him with a cutter. Both men on the mat. Caliban slowly gets up and heads to his corner but Nero grabs him and hits him with a right hand followed by a headbutt. Nero grabs Caliban and executes an exploder suplex. He covers Caliban.

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Caliban kicks out!

Both men to their feet and Nero whips Caliban to the corner, but Caliban reverses it and Nero gets sent into the corner. Caliban then does a 180 onto the ropes and springboards off, another 180 catching Nero, and then a 360 tornado DDT!

Erin Robbins: Cyclone DDT!

Zach Davis: This guy can just hit you out of nowhere. Incredible.

Caliban hits a standing moonsault and covers Nero.

1..

2..

Alice breaks up the pin!

Erin Robbins: Looking out for her man. This is what I spoke of earlier.

The ref forces Alice out of the ring. Alpine is stamping his foot on the apron, trying to get Caliban's attention. Caliban finally dives and makes the tag. Alpine charges into the ring with a diving shoulderblock, taking Nero down. Nero gets back up and Alpine drops him again with a shoulderblock. Alpine pulls Nero up and puts him in a standing headscissors, setting up for a powerbomb-- but Nero counters with a back body drop! Nero crawls to his feet and as Alpine gets back up, Nero hits him with a leaping heel kick.

Zach Davis: Nero might have used his last burst of energy on that counter.

Both men are laid out. Alpine is able to dive and tag in Caliban.

Zach Davis: Here comes the fresh man!

The New Age Libertine climbs to the top...

Erin Robbins: SUPERSTAR PRESS! HE HITS IT!

Caliban pins Nero!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: SEQUITUS PICKS UP THE VICTORY!

Caliban stands up as Caliban joins him. Both men get their arms raised in victory as the Blakes regroup at ringside.

Chase Michaels Segment

The scene cuts backstage where Chase Michaels can be seen still in his ring gear and is still in pursuit of John Gable through the backstage area. Michaels manages to catch up to Gable after grabbing a can of soda and throwing it at Gable catching him square between the shoulders and quickly takes advantage of the situation by running along the top of several equipment cases and launches himself at Gable sending both men sprawling to the floor. They brawl on the floor neither man willing to give the other an inch and neither man being able to get a clear advantage until Gable manages to rake Michaels eyes enabling him to kick Michaels off of him longing enough to get back to his feet and run on.

Erin Robbins: My god Michaels is still in hot pursuit, he's like a wolf with the taste of blood in his mouth...

Zach Davis: He's living up to his name sake then!

Meanwhile Michaels has managed to get back to his feet and is back in pursuit of Gable, the camera man can be heard starting to breathe heavy as he follows after Michaels. As they turn a corner and spot Gable just a head in the distance.

Erin Robbins: Michaels is definitely acting like a damn wolf tonight, did you know wolves are able to run for hundreds of miles through the deep snow unlike any animal or human being when their hunting their prey?

Zach Davis: Wow...

Erin Robbins: What someone has to make up for your idiocies!

In the mean time Michaels has almost caught up to Gable who is trying to get an office door open but he can't do it fast enough as Michaels charges at him and both men going crashing through the door and into the office. The camera pans across to see the name plate of Joey Nitro. Inside Nitro's office both men are still brawling on the floor with a startled Nitro looking on from his desk, Nitro reaches over and lifts the phone receiver to his ear and a few seconds later a host of secuirty guards swarm the ring and eventually manage to pull Michaels off of Gable who is surprisingly calm as he gets to his feet before he dusts himself down and turns to Nitro.

John Gable: Nitro I want this criminal under arrest he's assaulted me backstage!

Nitro looks at Gable before looking at Michaels who is still being held back by security.

Joey Nitro: There's nothing more than I would like to have that degenerate arrested but Mr Gable you interfered in his match so it's not within my powers to have him arrested sadly!

Michaels appears to calm down and the security guards let him go while Gable turns to Nitro.

John Gable: Well I demand you do something!

Michaels uses the slight distraction and launches himself at Gable and gets in several solid shots before the security guards are able to restrain him again.

Joey Nitro: Restrain that man damn it! However what I can do in order to preserve the integrity of the main event and also seeing as he has no further need to be in the arena as his match is over I can have him forcibly removed from the arena and banned from re-entering.

John Gable: You really think that is going to stop him?

Nitro stands up and walks out from behind his desk and positions himself in front of Michaels.

Joey Nitro: If he does decide to try and interfere in the main event I will be forced to have him arrested and thrown into prison!

Michaels appears to calm down again but as soon as the security guards release their grip on Michaels he nails Nitro with a “Rude Awakening” Superkick flooring Nitro.

Zach Davis: Wow what a shot to Nitro!

The guards quickly pounce on Michaels and restrain him once more while one of them checks on Nitro and helps Nitro back to his feet.

Joey Nitro: I want you to remove his ass from the building using as much force as god damn necessary!

Michaels starts to laugh as the security guards drag him out of Nitro's office and presumably out of the building.

Zach Davis: Wow that was...

Erin Robbins: Chaotic?

Zach Davis: Definitely!

People's Title Match
Colin Marshall vs Peter Quinn vs Jordan Ciserano vs Bryan Worthy vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

We go back to ringside and Erin and Zach

Zach Davis: Well folks its time to put all the controversy over the people's title to bed an.....

In the background a ringing phone can be heard

Erin Robbins: You have got to be kidding me! Don't you dare take that ca...

Zach takes off his headset

Zach Davis: Hello? Oh hey bossman whats up

Erin at this point takes over commentary

Erin Robbins: 5 people, one ring, one fall to a finish, at slam things got pretty hectic and in the end our boss decided to do this thing tonight with the title on the line

Zach puts a hand on her shoulder and stands up asking Kyle Steele for his microphone so he can talk to the arena

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen I just received a call from Seth Lerch himself and he has given me some new information about the following match

At this point Davis's inner hype man takes over and he climbs on top of the announce table

Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match WILL BE AN ASESINATO ASSAULT MATCH! TLC rules, first person to climb the ladder and capture the WCF People's championship will be your winner!

Erin Robbins: WOW! Holy shit this is gunna be awesome!

Zach Davis: So boys in the back get your butts in gear, Lets get some TABLES! and LADDERS! and CHAIRS! Out here!

A smattering of fans shout out OH MY as black shirted stage hands appear from everywhere carrying all the ingrediants for a TLC match, along with a few trash cans filled with household weaponry

Back in the picture by the Rasmus interrupts the crowds Holy Shit chant, 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor.

Kyle Steel: Introducing participant number 1, representing Sequitus, JORDAN CISERANO!

After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.

Kyle Steel: and participant number 2!

Colin steps on to the stage and stares around for a moment. He points out to the crowd before running down the ramp and sliding in to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Colin Marshall!

He walks towards the ropes and steps on to the second rope and taunts before springing off and awaiting the start of the match.

"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring.

Kyle Steel: And Participant number 3, BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!

Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.

"Ready to Start" by Arcade Fire hits the PA and Peter Quinn quickly comes out the curtain, trying not to make too much of a scene. He practically jogs to get to the ring,

Kyle Steel: You're finally challenger for this match up is PETER! QUINN!

slipping inside and standing still watching his opponents as a referee comes running from the back with the peoples title. The arena goes silent as the crowd holds its breath in anticipation for the champion

Kyle Steel: AND YOUR FINAL PARTICIPANT!

The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada she is the Mistress of Darkness, and YOUR! reigning WCF People's Champion!…Chelsea Armstrong!

Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks. Peter Quinn and Bryan Buzzworthy slide out of the ring waiting at the bottom of the ramp for her, she comes running barreling right into both men, in the ring Colin Marshall superkicks Jordan Ciserano right out of the gate and runs the ropes throwing himself in an indescribable spiral over the top rope down onto the Worthy, Quinn and the champ.

Zach Davis: Fast and furious!

He recovers quickly and grabs a ladder sliding it into the ring and having it baseball slid back out at him by ciserano.

Erin Robbins: Smart by Marshall but even smarter by Jordan

Jordan Collects the ladder from the apron and sets it up, he goes to climb but Chelsea rushes the ring and drives a yakuza kick into the back of Ciseranos head causing it to crack of a rung of the ladder.

Erin Robbins: AAAWWWW MAN LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Zach Davis: I think she kicked him throat first into the rung of that ladder

She grabs him by the hair and tosses him out of the ring to join the other 3 challengers, Quinn avoids the collision with Ciserano by diving back into the ring only to get stomped on by Chelsea

Zach Davis: Chelsea taking control here, the veteran will not go down easily

Erin Robbins: Standing tall but not stupid enough to turn her back on the 3 opponents rising to their feet on the outside

Colin rolls out to and chelsea awaits her next contestant, the 4 men spread out each grabbing a chair, Armstrong takes down the ladder holding it like a shield, as the three men enter she quickly puts the ladder over her head and starts swinging

Erin Robbins: Classic Ladder Match technique here!

Ciserano and Colin get taken out easy but Worthy and Quinn manage to avoid and then counter the swing by hitting either end of the ladder on parallel sides with the stop in momentum Armstrong crashes to the floor with the ladder on top of her

Zach Davis: I don't know what would've been more devastating, the sound or the sudden stop!

The crowd pops as both men go into dueling chairs, Worthy gets the best of it then throwing the chair smashing Quinn in the face

Erin Robbins: Get the ladder! Everyones on the floor this is your chance!

Worthy does just that grabbing the ladder setting it up over the neck of both Quinn and Armstrong, Ciserano goes to jump him but gets flung over the top rope where a table is waiting set up on the floor below. He manages to avoid going through, catching himself on the apron avoiding imminent disaster, Worthy goes back to the ladder not noticing Ciserano's escape goes quickly up the ladder

Zach Davis: Jordy with the spring board! Dropkick to the back sends Buzz crashing to the mat!

Erin Robbin: And Ciserano dips right back up! WHERE THE HELL DID MARSHALL COME FROM!

Zach Davis: Spear out of thin air! And everyone is down! Listen to the crowd Erin!

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

Marshall gets back to his feet shoving the ladder over and then start evicting people from the ring one out each side until he and Chelsea are left, he points at the announcers side of the ring and grabs chelsea by the hair going to toss her over the top rope

Erin Robbins: TABLE! WATCH THE TABLE!

Zach Davis: Reversed!

Marshall goes over the top rope and right over the top of the table below missing it completely

Zach Davis: Lucky break for the young lion!

Erin Robbins: Chelsea isn't done!

She runs the ropes and Flips over the top rope, Marshall thinking fast shifts his weight back catching her legs and stopping her momentum powerbombing her through table!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Erin Robbins: That may of been one of the most incredible counters I've ever seen Davis!

Colin seeing Quinn on the opposing side of the ring making it to his feet rushes in and right across the ring and out the other side with a suicide dive only to be caught with a chair shot swung for the fences to the face

Zach Davis: JESUS CHRIST!

Erin Robbins: Ciserano is running the guard rail! Cannonball to Quinn!

Buzz pulls himself to his feet the only competitor not to of been involved in some kind of car crash in the last 60 seconds

Zach Davis: GO ON BUZZ! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!

Worthy sets up the ladder, the crowd is going mental at the prospect of a new champion amidst the chaos

Erin Robbins: Buzz is still hurting from that horrendous crash off the ladder just minutes before this though, he is showing fatigue

Ciserano slides back into the ring climbing the opposite side catching up with a swift shot to the gut, Buzz nails him on the top of the head, they go back and forth with the crowd echoing every hit, the ladder starts to shake and both men hold onto the belt

Zach Davis: The ladder fell over! Both men are hanging about 10 feet off the mat,

Buzz's hand slips first and he drops down rolling through and recovering magnificently, he grabs onto Ciserano's feet and pulls on them trying to drag him off, Ciserano in the end lets go and drops...

Erin Robbins: REVERSE RANNA OUT OF THE SKY!

The crowd explodes! Zach can be heard throwing his headset on the table in complete shock

Erin Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen I think I echo the crowd when I say HOLY SHIT! Also I believe we may of lost Zach Davis

Peter Quinn is on his feet on the outside holding his head at the thought of being spiked like Worthy just was, the cobwebs fade away and he quickly hits the ring jumping on Ciserano, he reaches through the ropes and pulls a trash can into the ring, he dumps the various weapons out and grabs a couple of chairs making a tower with the trash can sitting on its top with the sharp edges facing up

Erin Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen the timid young man we know as Peter Quinn is evolving in front of our eyes here! Oh your back?

Zach Davis: Yeah I'm back, holy crap and now look at Quinn, what is wrong with everyone tonight!

Peter puts Ciserano on the top rope and climbs up to the second rope laying in shot after shot before leaping up and frankensteining Ciserano sending him flying back and legs first into the tower annihilating all involved, Quinn's adrenaline goes through the roof and he grabs the ladder setting it up

Erin Robbins: Don't look at it get up there! Come on!

Quinn gets the ladder set up and positioned perfectly before climbing, he gets about half way up when Colin rolls into the ring, Marshall still feeling the effects of an horrendous chair shot on the outside is wobbling and taking his time

Zach Davis: Folks Peter Quinn is right there!

Erin Robbins: Here comes Marshall

Colin climbs the ladder behind Marshall coming up into an electric chair

Zach Davis: THIS IS GUNNA HURT!

Marshall hits Quinn in the gut getting him to release his hold on the ladder and then falls back

Erin Robbins: HIS HEAD! WATCH HIS HEAD! Oh jesus that was close, Peter Quinn inches from going headfirst backwards into the ropes

Zach Davis: That was a severe neck injury waiting to happen! All participants are down, the word consequences has no place in Mexico tonight!

Chelsea stirs on the floor coming up with a look of murder in her eyes, she goes under the ring and hauls out another table sliding it into the ring going to follow, Marshall manages to stop her with a quick leg drop across the back of her head, he looks at the table and then the ladder. Marshall moves the ladder over by the ropes before setting the table up in the center of the ring

Zach Davis: What's he planning now, he already tried to kill her with one table what's he gunna do now

Erin Robbins: No wait! She's up and fighting back Low blow! She kicked him right in the dick!

Chelsea Grabs Marshall and lays him on the table throwing a few closed fists for good measure before climbing the ladder

Zach Davis: This has never ended well for anyone in any of these matches ever

Chelsea turns about 3 rungs from the top of the 10 foot ladder standing with her back to a 16 foot drop out of the ring and points out to the crowd before simply stepping off and dropping, the crowd goes silent for a second like their collectively held breath has vortexed all the noise out of the room. As the Senton collides the sounds shoots straight back into the Arena at break neck speed as the crowd completely loses its mind

Erin Robbins: Oh My God!

She struggles to get back to her feet

Zach Davis: Bulls Horns from Ciserano and chelsea goes flying back first into that set up ladder!

The ladder crushes under the force of the two superstars Ciserano launches Chelsea out of the ring and puts a boot into Colin Marshall for good measure, an obvious shot from his Sequitus team mate Caliban. He grabs the Ladder chelsea just took out and tries to set it up only to find it completely out of shape, he sets it up in the corner and grabs marshall. He takes him to the opposing corner whipping him at the ladder, Colin reverses the Irish Whip and sends ciserano in, Jordy runs up the ladder , colin follows him attempting a german suplex, Ciserano flies back landing on his feet while Colin lands on the ladder, Ciserano goes for a seated Senton and Colin moves at the last second crotching Jordan hard

Erin Robbins: That's gunna hurt tomorrow, GET THE LADDER!

Colin seems to take heed of Erin and heads outside pulling out a big ladder, he gets it into the ring and set up, he climbs, about half way up his back spasms after the german suplex attempt and he stalls giving Chelsea time to get into the race, they meet at the top of the ladder again going back and forth with punches.

Zach Davis: And there it is... DAMN!

Chelsea Suplexes Colin off the ladder!

Erin Robbins: Goddamn!

Chelsea climbs and reaches up... she grabs the People's Championship!

Zach Davis: CHELSEA BLACK ARMSTRONG RETAINS!

The bell sounds as Chelsea raises her belt high in the air.

Erin Robbins: After a hell of a match against four hellacious competitors, S-PAC's Chelsea Black Armstrong comes out on top once more!

Chelsea climbs down as the crowd boos before dropping down, exhausted, and rolls out of the ring.. but not letting the People's Championship leave her grasp.

Seth Lerch Segment

We cut to Seth Lerch... standing alongside Kyle Steel. An unusual development, but Seth is actually on board for a promo.

Kyle Steel: Seth, I-

Hank Brown runs in and interupts.

Hank Brown: Uh, Kyle, you're supposed to be ringside to announce the next match.

Kyle Steel: WHOOPS!

Kyle runs out.

Hank Brown: Anyway, Seth. You have a lot of history with many men in the main event tonight. What's your take?

Seth Lerch: MY take?

Seth digs into his pocket.. and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a credit card.

Seth Lerch: Is that my bank account is about to get very, VERY rich after tonight. We have the biggest stars in wrestling.. EVER.. competing here tonight. Legendary, man. We've got Logan, Jonny Fly, Torture, Corey Black, Jayson Price... and some other dudes!

The crowd boos as Seth ignores the other men in the match.

Seth Lerch: Men like Ice Beckman and Oblivion and John Gable and Synn are in there too, yeah yeah. But Fly, Tort, Black and Price? They're legends.

Hank Brown: And why is that?

Seth turns towards the camera.

Seth Lerch: Because they've worked with ME.

The crowd boos.

Seth Lerch: Face it, everyone. I AM WCF. This isn't some second, third or fourth rate indy fed, where I try to act like the guys in the back.. or, hah!.. the fans.. are the fed. No, you are not WCF. I AM WCF.

The fans boo!

Seth Lerch: I am WCF, and the legends of this business are who I say they are! In 2001, I said that Logan was a legend. In 2006, I said Torture was a legend. In 2011, I said Jonny Fly was a legend. I am the decider. I'm so fucking decisive I don't even need to check my dates to make sure they're the least bit accurate!

Booing.

Seth Lerch: Point is, this is a money match because I'VE made it a money match. And you idiots at home can act like you're excited to see John Gable, ICE Beckman, or Terry Roberts in this match... but I didn't design it that way. At the end of the day, you're paying for Torture, Logan, and Fly. Accept it.

Seth walks off, leaving a bewildered Hank Brown.

Tables Match
Jeff Purse vs Mark Dillinger

Kyle Steel: The following match is set for one fall, and it is a Tables Match!

Zach Davis: Always an exciting match when these two men face each other.

Erin Robbins: Lot of history between these two Zach.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first....from Sanford, North Carolina...weighing in at 205 lbs....'The First Apostle' Mark Dillinger!!!

"AHHHHHHH"

A scream echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sounds of gun fire. This continues on for a few moments, and then silence. It is within this silence that Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, watching the crowd with a confused and pained face. He makes the rest of the way down in ramp in this silence, head down away from the eyes staring at him. He rolls into the ring without any fanfare and prepares himself for the match.

Zach Davis: Dillinger looks focused tonight Erin.

Erin Robbins: Like he's ready to go to war all over again Zach.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Venice Beach, California...weighing in at 215 lbs...'The Future' Jeff Purse!!!

"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA.

"You can sound the alarm

you can call out your guards

you can fence in your yard

you can pull all the cards

but I won't back down

oh no I wont back down

oh no"

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.

"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles

brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels

girl I'm too for real

lose your tooth and nails

try to fight it, try to deny it

stupid you will feel

what I do, I do it well

shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill

half a breath left on my death bed

screaming F that yeah super ill"

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, eyes locked on his opponent.

Zach Davis: And it looks like Purse is focused as well. Both men ready, and so are we!

!!!DING DING DING!!!

Purse and Dillinger circle each other, both men looking for an opening. Jeff Purse motions for Dillinger to hook up with him in the center of the ring, and Dillinger does only to be taken over with a Japanese Armdrag.

Mark quickly rolls to his feet and meets the charging Purse with a hip toss. Purse rolls through to his feet, and both men circle again nodding at each other.

Zach Davis: Each man showing a grudging respect to the other. No surprise considering the track record of both of these veterans, and the wars they've been in with each other.

Erin Robbins: That won't last Zach. Dillinger has too much to lose here.

Both men lock up in the center of the ring, with Purse gaining the advantage, snapping off a quick neck-breaker. Dillinger rolls to his feet and Purse meets him with a dropkick, knocking him back down n the mat. Dillinger rolls back to his feet and purse catches him, throwing him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Setting up for the rebound, Purse charges, causing Dillinger to hold on to the ropes.

Zach Davis: Both men well scouted by the other. Dillinger taking a powder, bailing out of the ring.

Erin Robbins: Smart thinking by Dillinger, taking a minute to regain his composure.

Purse paces inside the ring, making a 'come on' motion to Dillinger, who points to his temple and motions for Purse to come and get him. Purse reacts by bouncing off the far ropes and using his momentum to flip over the top rope, crashing into Dillinger and sending both men crashing to the floor.

Zach Davis: Purse going high risk! And he's on his feet quickly!

Erin Robbins: Come one Dillinger, get up!

Purse pulls his opponent to his feet and looks to the table set up beside him, frowning as he sees it's slightly off center. Salmming Dillinger to the floor with a quick neck-breaker, Purse moves to the table.

Zach Davis: And Purse is going for the table early in the match. Wait! Is he adjusting the table?

Erin Robbins: Purse is letting himself get distracted . He's giving Dillinger a chance to take a breather.

Purse, having situated the table properly, turned back to Dillinger and pulled him to his feet, leaning him against the table and catching a thumb in the eye for his problems, followed up by a low blow from the stump, staggering Purse. The crowd reacts with a chorus of angry boos.

Crowd: BOOOO!!! BOOOO!!!!

Zach Davis: And a cheap shot by Dillinger! Looks like Purse took to long with the table.

Erin Robbins: No DQ Zach. Everything;s legal.

Dillinger grabs the still stunned Purse and irish whips him into the ring-post. Purse connects with a loud clang and sags against the post, clearly stunned.

Zach Davis: That's unpadded steel Erin! There's no way he can recover from that!

Erin Robbins: Dillinger's just using what's available. He's sending a message here.

Dillinger follows up with a charging boot, but Purse slumps out of the way, causing Dillinger to collide with the post crotch first.

Zach Davis: Pure instinct from Jeff Purse to avoid what would have been a serious injury! Now can he capitalize!

Purse uses the barrier to drag himself to his feet, shaking his head and trying to get his bearings. Dillinger rolls over onto his hands and knees, still doubled over from the blow to the family jewels. Purse steps forward and catches Dillinger with a short, low dropkick to the side, knocking him down against the ring. He drops on top of his opponent and drives one, two, three punches to the back of his head before dragging him to his feet and whipping him into the table again.

Zach Davis: Dillinger might have hit his head, he looks out of it! And Purse pushes him onto the table and heads for the top rope!

Erin Robbins: He better get a move on. Dillinger is stunned, but he won't stay that way.

The crowd starts to cheer Purses name as he climbs to the top rope, pointing to the crowd and making the sign before turning his back on Dillinger.

Crowd: Purse! Purse! Purse!

Zach Davis: He's making the sign! The one and Only! he's trying to end it right here!

Purse launches off the top rope, flipping over twice as he drops onto Dillinger, but at the last second Dillinger rolls off the table causing Purse to crash through.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Zach Davis: Dillinger playing possum! Now Purse is laying in the wreckage! I think he might be dead!

Erin Robbins: Told you he took too long. Dillinger is just fighting smart!

Dillinger rolls slowly to his feet as Purse lays motionless in the middle of the wrecked table. He looks at his fallen opponent, then a cruel smile crosses his face as he rummages around under the ring.

Zach Davis: Dillinger has a chair! What's going through his devious mind! Purse is unconscious!

Erin Robbins: Putting him away Zach. Something Purse didn't make sure to do.

He tosses the chair into the ring, moving to grab Purse and roll him into the ring as well before rolling in himself. He kicks the chair to the middle of the ring, stopping to make sure it's dead center in an exaggerated inspection.

Zach Davis: Now he's mocking Jeff's well known penchant for centering everything! That's not right!

Erin Robbins: He's just making sure it's in the right spot Zach.

Meanwhile, Purse slowly drags himself to the corner, and begins pulling himself up.

Zach Davis: There's no quit in Jeff Purse. A fifteen foot drop through a table, and still he's trying to get to his feet!

Dillinger watches Purse slowly crawling up the corner ropes, stopping him with a stump shot to the head. He hooks Purse up with a suplex, holding him up in the air as he slowly walks back to where the chair is.

Zach Davis: Now he's showboating! Just get the match over with so we can call for medical staff for Jeff Purse. he must be busted up inside!

Erin Robbins: He's just making sure Purse is really done!

Dillinger looks down at the chair underneath him, adjusts his aim, and uses his stump to point to the crowd, who boo loudly in response. With a snap release, he falls to the mat, sending Purse crashing...

Zach Davis: DDT!!!! Purse just turned it into a DDT!!! Now both men are down!!!

Crowd: Purse!!! Purse!!! Purse!!!

Dillinger and Purse both lay motionless in the middle of the ring, a trickle of blood starting from Dillinger;s head. Purse slowly rises to his feet, hand clutched at his midsection, clearly in pain. He looks at the motionless Dillinger, and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Purse is looking for a weapon! A Table! A chair! Anything to put Dillinger away.

Erin Robbins: That's a mistake Zach. mark's already moving in the ring.

Dillinger rolls over, slowly getting to his feet as Purse tosses in a chair, then a table, rolling in after them.

Zach Davis: Purse looking to end it here! What's he got in mind?

Dillinger staggers to his feet, only to catch a kick to the gut from Purse followed by a snap suplex, driving the one-armed man to the canvas again. He pulls Dillinger to his feet, ready to drive him down again with another suplex only to catch a stump to the midsection, staggering him back. Purse stumbles toward the chair he had thrown in, securing it and turning to find Dillinger has done the same.

Zach Davis: Both men holding chairs, one busted open, the other with busted ribs. What's going to happen...Oh My God!!!

Erin Robbins: Unbelievable!!

Both men begin swinging, Purse connecting first, staggering Dillinger, who responds with a chair shot to the ribs, causing Purse to swear out loud. Purse responds with a chair shot, opening the wound on Dillinger's head even wider. Dillinger answers with another chair shot to the ribs.

Zach Davis: Back and forth these men go, trading shot after shot, both men bleeding, both men barely on their feet!! The corwd is beyond words, just screaming for their heroes!!! Something has to give!!

Dillinger connects with a chair shot to the ribs that staggers Purse, causing him to drop the chair and clutch his midsection, pain etched on his face. Dillinger quickly follows up with another chair shot to the ribs, before grabbing him in a gutwrench hold, squeezing the injured ribs. Purse bellows in pain as Dillinger picks him up, staggering as he holds him in the air, before falling back in a suplex, both men crashing to the mat.

Zach Davis: Unbelievable! I don't know how both men are still moving! Dillinger has the table set up now! Could this be it?

Dillinger drags the semi-conscious Purse to the table, leaning him against the side. With an act of pure desperation he runs to the near ropes, spring-boarding off in a moonsault... but landing on his feet.

Erin Robbins: Zuh?

Something snaps in Dillinger's head. Instead of hitting the moonsault, he grabs Purse and lifts him up. He pulls him in..

Zach Davis: What's this?

STRAIGHT. JACKET. DROP.

Erin Robbins: NATHAN VON LIEBERT IS BACK!

Indeed, Dillinger or von Liebert or whomever sends Purse through the table with the Straight Jacket Drop! The crowd boos as NvL stands tall afterwards, getting his arm raised.

Zach Davis: Uh.. This isn't good. For anyone.

Nathan.. or Mark?.. leaves the ring. Whoever he it, he seems quite confident with his identity.

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

The scene opens in a dark room. Multiple whiteboards with countless equations scribbled on them are seen on the walls, and there are a few sheets of paper, similarly dotted with formulas on them scattered on the floor. As the camera pans down from the chart-covered ceiling, Doctor Remus Micayle is seen sitting on a sofa, a slight smile on his face.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Tonight…my fight with Sequitus’s Cormack MacNeill will end. One way or another, I can assure all you REAL Americans at home that I will demolish that smelly Canadian. He will finally learn respect and obey the natural order of things. America 1… Canada 0.

He tilts his head to the left.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Cormack, enjoy your last seconds of consciousness. Our rivalry has gone on for far enough, and your annoyance has pissed me off for the last time. The next time we lay eyes on one another, you’ll be watching a different Scientist altogether. One that will not hesitate to break all of your adult teeth and stick them molar by molar into your rectum. One that will lay you out on that stretcher. One that will… win.

The camera fades to black as a video package for the Cormack/Micayle match plays.

Stretcher Match
Cormack MacNeill vs Dr. Remus Micayle

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Stretcher Match!

Pop from the crowd. They really do love their violence.

Kyle Steel: The first competitor to incapacitate his opponent long enough to put him on a stretcher and wheel him up the ramp and onto the stage will be declared the winner!

The Dropkick Murphys "Deeds Not Words" hits the speakers. The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...CORMACK MACNEILL!

Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness and his WCF Tag Team Championship strapped around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.

Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... he is one-half of the WCF Tag Team Champions... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the center of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed, before unstrapping his championship title and handing it to the referee. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead.

Zach Davis: All right! I've been waiting for this match all night!

Erin Robbins: Now you heard Kyle Steel explain how to win this match. One of these two is going to have to throw the other on that stretcher you see at ringside, roll him up the ramp and then past that yellow tape you see on the stage.

Zach Davis: Sounds easy but I'm betting it's going to take a hell of a lot to keep either of these guys down long enough.

The referee checks with both guys and then calls for the bell.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Zach Davis: And here we go!

No circling up, no handshakes, no pleasantries at all as both men come out of their corners with fists raised and begin throwing bombs. Left hands and right hands from both Cormack and Remus like they're a pair of heavyweight prize fighters. The referee has to get the hell out of the way as they're all over the ring.

Erin Robbins: And we knew we were going to be seeing a brawl between these two big men!

Micayle finally gets backed into the ropes by Cormack and the Scot goes to working the body with stiff shots to the ribs. The doctor covers up and takes a few shots before fighting back with a European uppercut that gets him a little space. Micayle now grabbing the shaggy beard of Cormack and yanking it downward before connecting with an elbow to the face. Micayle now with a few more elbows to the face before he grabs the arm and sends Cormack to the ropes. Cormack with the reversal and Micayle hits the ropes. Cormack going for the clothesline but Micayle ducks it. Micayle spins him around and connects with a dropkick to the knee. The doctor with a boot to the chest and Cormack hits the mat.

Zach Davis: What great action early on!

Cormack quick to get back up to his feet but Micayle is there with forearms across the back. Cormack able to shove him off long enough to get upright and then cuts off a charging Micayle with a right hand. Cormack now pulling Micayle in before lifting him up and taking him down with a scoop slam. A quick elbow drop to the chest and Micayle is left rolling as he clutches his ribs. Cormack back up to his feet and he drops a second elbow. Then a third. Micayle now really rolling after three straight elbow drops from the Scot.

Erin Robbins: That's a great way to end up with a rib in your lung.

Cormack back up to his feet and he's pulling Micayle up with him by the head. Cormack now leading the doctor to the corner before pushing him into it. MacNeill with a knee to the gut that double him over. Now a kick to the midsection followed up by a few more. Micayle gasping for air in the corner as Cormack takes a few steps back and then charges him, connecting with a big clothesline that drops Micayle to the mat. Cormack now exiting the ring before grabbing the legs of Micayle and dragging him out of the ring and letting him drop to the ground. The audience in the first few rows are up on their feet as Cormack is now searching under the ring for a weapon.

Zach Davis: And it's time for things to get violent!

Cormack comes out with a steel chair, much to the delight of the hardcore loving Mexican crowd. Cormack with a few slams onto the ground with the chair as he's begging Micayle to get up to his feet. Micayle finally up and he spins around. Cormack charges, chair raised and he swings down. Micayle ducks it and Cormack connects with the barricade giving a certain fan quite the scare. Cormack drops the chair and shakes out his arms from the impact. Micayle quickly spins him around and then clotheslines him over the barricade!

Erin Robbins: Get out of the way!

Fans are sent running as Cormack tumbles into the first row of seats. Micayle hops the barricade as Cormack is trying to get up and he grabs a woman's purse. Taking the strap he wraps it around Cormack's throat and begins to choke him with it.

Erin Robbins: Hey I wonder where she got that bag from?

Zach Davis: Really? All this action going on and you can only think about a handbag?

Erin Robbins: It's a really nice bag!

Cormack struggling to get free as Micayle tries to choke the life out of him with the purse strap. Finally the strap breaks and Cormack ends up stumbling into the barricade. Micayle shrugs his shoulders and winds up the purse before blasting Cormack across the back. Cormack drops to the ground clutching his back and Micayle looks shocked at how effective that was.

Zach Davis: What the hell was in that bag? Bricks?

Micayle seems equally curious as he rips open the purse and dumps out it's contents. Amongst the usual make-up, change and tampons there is indeed a brick.

Zach Davis: Who the hell carries a brick in their purse?

Erin Robbins: Never question a woman's purse contents.

Micayle starts to go for the brick when something more interesting catches his eye. Cormack pulling himself up using the barricade when Micayle grabs him by the head and begins to spray him in the eyes with mace. Cormack blinded as Micayle grabs him by the legs and flips him up and over the barricade. The doctor tosses the mace to the side and climbs back over the barricade as the fans start to fill back into their seats. Cormack laying on his back trying to wipe the mace out of his eyes as Micayle grabs the chair from earlier and flashes Cormack a sadistic smile.

Zach Davis: What is going on inside the mind of the doctor?

Micayle raises the chair and then brings it down across the knee of Cormack. Cormack now grabbing hold of his knee but Micayle kicks his hands away and then brings it down across the knee a second time.

Erin Robbins: And Remus going after the same leg that Jeff Purse was targeting last week. Just shows how smart the only man in WCF with a PhD really is.

Zach Davis: You know I also have a PhD.

Erin Robbins: What? Really?

Zach Davis: Yeah, I've got a pretty huge di-

Erin Robbins: FAMILY SHOW ZACH!

Micayle tosses the chair to the side and drops down to the ground, hammering away at the knee and ankle of Cormack with right hands as Cormack tries to crawl away. Cormack manages to get his hands under the apron and he comes out with a fire extinguisher. Micayle sees it too slowly and gets a face full of spray. Cormack shoves him off and then throws the extinguisher like a javelin into the face of Micayle.

Erin Robbins: Not the face! He's too pretty!

Zach Davis: What the hell is it about that chair that turns women into sluts?

Cormack gingerly pushing himself back up to his feet as Micayle tries to wipe the spray from his face. He tries to get back up and Cormack grabs him by the head before pulling him up. Cormack shoving him back against the side of the ring before laying into him with a massive chop to the chest. Cormack now with multiple chops across the chest until finally Micayle's chest is beet red. Micayle holding his chest as Cormack grabs him by the head and leads around the ring post toward the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: Are we finally going to see someone thrown on the stretcher?

Micayle sees where he's being led and fights back with a kick to the back of the injured leg of Cormack. Cormack drops down onto one knee and Micayle kicks him in the back of the head. Down goes Cormack as Micayle eyes up the stretcher. He looks back and forth between it and Cormack and decides it's time to try. Micayle goes for the stretcher as Cormack is trying to get up. Micayle readies himself and when Cormack is upright he charges at him. Cormack though sees it coming and stops the charging Micayle by grabbing the other end of the cart. Both men now staring each other down as they play tug of war with the stretcher.

Erin Robbins: Who's going to give up first?

Neither man seems especially ready to give in when Cormack suddenly lets go and Micayle is left stumbling backward until he falls over with the stretcher on top of him. Cormack now lifting up the stretcher and dumping it on the chest of Micayle. MacNeill steps up onto the stretcher and jumps up and down, squashing Micayle under him as he's gasping for air.

Zach Davis: The brutality!

Cormack finally steps off after one final jump and pulls the stretcher off of Micayle. Setting it back upright, Cormack grabs Micayle by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Cormack now pulling Remus in and lifting him up before dumping him onto the stretcher. A few quick shots to the face and Cormack tries to strap him in. Remus comes to life and starts to fight back, firing right hands up at the face of MacNeill. The stretcher ends up falling over with Remus still on it and he falls into Cormack, knocking him over. Micayle pulling off the sole strap Cormack managed to get on and he pushes himself up to his feet. Cormack getting up as well and Remus rakes him across the eyes. Cormack grabs for his face and Micayle kicks him in the gut before dropping him with a DDT on the ground.

Erin Robbins: Did you see Cormack's head spike off the ground?! How is he even conscious???

MacNeill is indeed still conscious and he's trying to get back to his feet as Micayle can't believe he isn't still laid out. Micayle takes a step back as Cormack is pulling himself up with the help of the apron. MacNeill finally up and he turns around only to get nailed with a running lariat.

Zach Davis: The Formula!

Micayle grabs hold of the stretcher and sets it back upright as Cormack is laid out on the ground. Remus now grabbing him by the head and struggling to pull up his dead weight. He finally gets him back up on his feet and drags him over to the stretcher. Remus manages to get him up onto the stretcher when Cormack starts to fight back. Remus with stiff right hands to the face and Cormack stops fighting back but it's obvious he's not going to just let Remus wheel him up the ramp.

Zach Davis: What is it going to take to keep the big Scot down?

Micayle with a few more stiff shots to the face and then he looks back at the apron. Micayle now climbing up onto the side of the ring as he stares at Cormack on the stretcher.

Erin Robbins: What is the doctor thinking?

Micayle jumps off the apron with an elbow drop to the chest of Cormack and the stretcher collapses under their combined weight. There's a big pop from the crowd as Micayle pushes himself up off of Cormack. MacNeill is definitely down but the stretcher's wheels are bent to shit and he isn't going to be wheeling Cormack anywhere.

Zach Davis: We're going to need another stretcher here!

But Micayle isn't going to wait for another stretcher apparently because he grabs one end and begins dragging Cormack up the ramp.

Erin Robbins: Is he going to be able to do it? That's a lot of dead weight and that ramp isn't exactly short.

...Until Mark Dillinger is the one that brings out a stretcher. Except we can tell by a twinkle in Dillinger's eye... That isn't exactly him.

Zach Davis: THAT'S NATHAN VON LIEBERT!

Micayle gets Cormack up and shoves him onto the stretcher. He pushes him a few feet away and into the ambulance.

Erin Robbins: Dr. Micayle wins this!

....But the ambulance ride is short lived. Nathan pulls Cormack away and stomps on him, as well as the Doctor does. But it's Nathan that lifts a chair up high into the air..

Zach Davis: NO!

Nathan smashes the chair down onto Cormack's right knee! Both members of Team Science then stomp on the knee. Micayle grabs it as Nathan takes the chair and smashes it against Cormack's leg, again and again and again!

Erin Robbins: This is too much! Too damn much!

As soon as Cormack is apparently screaming at an acceptable decible, Team Science relents, stepping away. They pick him back up and seeing him unable to stand on one leg, gleefully slide him back onto the stretcher. The worried EMTs quickly load him onto the ambulance.

Zach Davis: What has Mark.. er.. Nathan von Liebert done?

World Title Match
Last Man Standing, Fans Bring the Weapons
Seifer Black Armstrong vs Steve Orbit

Kyle Steel: And now for our next match this is a fans bring the weapons last man standing match and it is for the world heavyweight championship, introducing first…

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

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first from Oakland California he is the WCF World heavyweight champion… STEVE THE MACK ORBIT!

He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for his opponent to come out and as the lights go out the mood starts to change.

Kyle Steel: Introducing the opponent.

The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage.

Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black-Armstrong.

Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he turns off the lamp and everything goes to darkness for a moment till the lights come back on. As they do Seifer is seen sat atop a ladder near the ring with his coat taken off but his shirt still on laughing as he opens his arms in the sign of the cross tilting his head back and spitting out what looks like blood before tilting his head down staring at Orbit in the ring, enraged Orbit goes towards the ropes and starts to shout at Seifer…

Steve Orbit: GET DOWN HERE YOU FREAK! COME AND GET THE WOOPING YOU GOT COMING TO YA!

With a laugh Seifer just carries on staring until the bell rings and suddenly he leaps off the ladder nailing Orbit with a cross body.

Zach Davis: Well that’s one way to start off this match…

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

Erin Robbins: And the crowd are loving it! And so am I!

Rolling through the move and getting back onto his feet Seifer walks around the ring staring out at the crowd the blood dripping out of his mouth as he walks over to a plastic baseball bat that’s covered in thumbtacks, turning round he sees Orbit start to get up to his feet as he starts to stalk Orbit and as he turns around Seifer swings the bat connecting with the top of Orbits head as a portion of the tacks come off the bat and stick into Orbits head with a sickening...

SMACK!!

Zach Davis: What a shot with that thumbtack covered baseball bat!

Erin Robbins: The challenger is really bringing the fight to the champion here tonight…

Reeling from the attack Orbit instinctually reaching up to his head to take out a couple of the tacks. Realising the blood is dripping down his face Orbit suddenly turns around and nails Seifer with a running Clothesline knocking the bat out of his hand as he levels him. Looking around the ring Orbits eyes lay onto a steel chair with light tubes attached to it picking it up and throwing it off of Seifer's head with a…

CRASH!!!

Zach Davis: And now the champ is fighting back with a weapon shot of his own! This is crazy!

Erin Robbins: What the Hell did you expect Zach? Not only is this for the World title, but these two flat out despise each other!

The glass shatters and spreads across the ring around Seifer as the chair hits the ground and Orbit rushes Seifer with a headlock pummelling him with punches to the head.

Zach Davis: And the champ starting to build some offence in here…

Erin Robbins: This match is getting bloody and brutal already and we’ve only just begun…

Suddenly responding with a forearm shot to the side of Orbits head sending him reeling backwards a little Seifer stands up and picks up a small pane of glass from the floor swinging for Orbits head with a…

SMASH!!!

Zach Davis: Holy crap did you see that!

Erin Robbins: You’re damn right I saw that, Seifer just smashed a pane of glass off of Orbit’s head!

Dazed Orbit swings wildly but misses as Seifer swings a kick at orbits head connecting with his temple as the referee starts the first count of the match.

Zach Davis: First ten count of the match, are we going to see a new World Champion?

1

2

3

Erin Robbins: Doesn’t look like it, the champ is beginning to get up…

Orbit starts to get up with the aid of the ropes as Seifer starts to close in once again but suddenly Orbit stands straight and grabs Seifer with a waist lock nailing a belly to belly suplex sending Seifer over the top rope to the outside with a sickening…

SPLAT!!!

Zach Davis: Great move there by Orbit…he may be out…

Rolling out the ring the referee goes to check on Seifer before starting the count.

Erin Robbins: And the referee about to begin the first ten count for Orbit…

1

2

3

4

Seifer starts to get up and gets back to his feet before the referee can reach the five count smiling once again.

Zach Davis: Seifer is sick, look at that evil smile; he looks like he’s enjoying all of this pain Erin…

Erin Robbins: That’s because he’s as extreme as they come, I’ve researched some of the matches he’s had over his career and they’re all as extreme as can be…

Just before he can get back in the ring Orbit nails him with a dropkick sending him back to the floor before running off the opposite ropes and going for a middle rope dive but Seifer grabs him in mid-flight in a military press using the momentum to fling him overhead into the crowd.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! SEIFER JUST KILLED STEVE ORBIT!

Erin Robbins: Where the Hell is he?

After a small moment of confusion suddenly Orbit rises out of the crowd and is crowd surfed round to the corner of the ringside area being placed in the aisle way.

Zach Davis: Thank God, Orbit’s still alive…

Erin Robbins: And he probably thinks he’s at a Metallica gig after being crowd surfed just there…

But as this happens Orbit doesn’t realise that in the ring Seifer has set up a chair near the corner and as he turns towards the ring Seifer runs at the chair leaping up to the top turnbuckle using it as a springboard to sail over and nail Orbit with a somersault dive in the aisle with a…

THUD!!!

Zach Davis: Jesus Christ! Seifer is not holding back in this thing at all!

Erin Robbins: In this kind of match, you have to be…

The referee still stunned by what he saw runs to the aisle to check up on the superstars before starting a ten count for both men.

Zach Davis: A count for both men now…

1…1

2…2

3…3

4…4

5…5

6…6

Erin Robbins: The referee is up to six for both men, but it looks like the challenger may beat the count…

As he reaches six Seifer gets back to his feet and picks up Orbit throwing him over the guard rail and following him over but before he can reach him Orbit has gotten up and walked to the ring apron where he grabs an X Box game console wrapped in barbed wire and throws it at Seifer who catches it but instantly regrets it as Orbit punches it.

SMACK!!!

Zach Davis: Wasn’t that my X-Box One? Erin? Did you bring my X-Box One to this match?

Erin Robbins: Hey, its fans bring the weapons, I’m a fan, so I brought a weapon for them to use…

Zach Davis: But it was MY X-BOX ONE!!!

Erin Robbins: Quit your whining, you can buy another one anyway, or you could buy the far more superior PS4 instead…

The barbed wire wrapped console hits Seifer squarely in the face slicing him open even more than before and knocking it out of his hands it doesn’t knock him down as Orbit goes for another suplex but is countered with an elbow strike from Seifer as he takes a couple of steps away from Orbit and towards the ramp area to try and clear his head.

Zach Davis: The challenger trying to create some separation between him and the champion…

Erin Robbins: But that also allows Orbit some time to recover as well…

As Orbit recovers he sees Seifer dazed and runs at the ring steps and leaps off it going for a leg drop bulldog but just before he connects Seifer stands upright making Orbit hit the ground ass first with a…

THUD!!!

Zach Davis: Orbit landing right on his ass bone there…

Erin Robbins: Not pleasant at all…

Laughing Seifer realises what has just happened and lays in a kick to the side of Orbits head as he’s in a sitting position before walking over to the ring looking under it and dragging out a big box.

Zach Davis: Um…Erin…what’s in that box?

Erin Robbins: How the Hell am I supposed to know? More to the point, I don’t think I want to know…

Opening it at one end he slides its contents into the ring taking a light tube from the bunch and lines up Orbit like he is taking a golf swing aiming directly for the chest and face of Orbit…

SHATTER!!!

He nails it with full force knocking Orbit backwards his head hitting the ground.

Zach Davis: That was a sick and twisted thing to do!

Erin Robbins: Um, Zach, Seifer is sick and twisted…

Seifer walks over and picks up Orbit by the head rolling him back into the ring and climbing in himself picking up Orbit once again in the ring to his knees and putting him between the middle ropes and pulling him up slightly by the chin so both of their blood covered faces can be seen by the cameras as he takes something out of his pocket.

Zach Davis: What has he got in his pocket? What’s he using now???

Erin Robbins: Anything he wants to use…

Taking the wrapper off the item reveals a bunch of wooden barbeque skewers showing them to the crowd before placing the points on the top of Orbits head.

Zach Davis: Are those barbecue skewers!?!?

Erin Robbins: Yes…and again…yes…they’re yours…

Zach Davis: …

With a couple of taps on the top of the Skewers Seifer drives them into the top of Orbits head as Orbit screams out in pain as Seifer lets go of them the barbeque skewers staying stuck in Orbits head.

Erin Robbins: Ever thought about trying a Steve Orbit kebab Zach?

Zach Davis: That’s not funny Erin…

Erin Robbins: Oh right I forgot, you have no sense of humour…

Seifer starts to twist a couple of the skewers on the top of Orbits head causing him to scream out in pain once again until he swings his arm connecting with a sharp elbow to Seifer’s side sending him stumbling back, visibly pissed off, Orbit pulls the skewers out of his head and gets out the ropes and hits him with a running step-up Enzuigiri knocking Seifer to the ground.

Zach Davis: The champ is pissed…

Erin Robbins: Are you surprised?

As the Orbit chants start up again he gets back up and gets more pumped up picking up a few chairs setting them up in the centre of the ring before grabbing a big pane of glass in the corner of the ring and setting it on top of the chairs.

Zach Davis: Now Orbit taking full advantage of the lack of rules in this match…

Erin Robbins: You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do Zach; Orbit doesn’t want to lose his title, especially to Seifer…

Grabbing Seifer by the shirt he pulls at it ripping it straight off him before picking him up by the head turning him around and going for the Honey Dip.

Zach Davis: Orbit setting up for the Honey Dip!

SMASH!!!

Erin Robbins: And it connects!

This sends both Seifer and Orbit smashing through the glass Seifer clearly getting the worst of it as he goes through head first as the referee comes back into the ring and starts the count just as orbit gets back to his feet.

Zach Davis: It’s got to be over here! Orbit’s going to retain his title!

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2

3

4

5

Seifer starts to come back together and crawls towards the ropes.

Erin Robbins: Seifer’s moving, but he’s still not on his feet and the referee is still counting…

6

7

8

Zach Davis: The ref’s up to eight!

Erin Robbins: But no! Seifer’s going to get up!

Seifer gets back up to his feet with the aid of the ropes turning around back to orbit and receives a right hand to the jaw staggering him but he also replies with a chop to Orbits chest and Orbit replies with another punch as the fans chant.

Crowd: YES!!!

Seifer nails Orbit with a chop.

Crowd: NO!!!

Orbit hits Seifer with a punch.

Crowd: YES!!!

Seifer flings another chop at Orbits chest.

Crowd: NO!!!

Zach Davis: The crowd in full support for the champ here tonight!

Both men pull their arms back and nail each other at the same time with a punch to the jaw making both men sink to their knees but they keep on fighting Orbit throwing another punch at Seifer.

Crowd: YES!!!

Dazed but still fighting Seifer replies with a punch of his own.

Crowd: NO!!!

Erin Robbins: Neither man is backing down here!

Orbit winds up and nails Seifer with another punch sending Seifer reeling backwards his shoulders almost touching the canvas as he reaches back and grabs a light tube swinging it at Orbits head.

SMASH!!!

Crowd: NO!!!

Zach Davis: What a shot with that light tube!

This sends Orbit reeling backwards also and he follows suit grabbing another light tube.

SMASH!!!

Crowd: YES!!!

Erin Robbins: And the champ responds with a light tube shot of his own!

This connects with the top of Seifer's head making him reel back a moment before popping back up smiling and begging Orbit to try it again.

Zach Davis: Did Seifer just beg Orbit to hit him with another light tube?

Erin Robbins: I believe he did, told you he was sick and twisted…

Not sure what’s going on Orbit grabs another light tube and…

SHATTER!!!

Connecting with another light tube shot to Seifer’s head he just laughs and grabs two of his own and…

SMASH!!!

Zach Davis: Jesus! That was crazy!

Erin Robbins: Just crazy? I’d say that was more like…fucking insane!

Swinging both light tubes at the sides of Orbits head he connects on both sides and as the dust settles around Orbit more blood is seen gushing from his head almost covering his torso as Seifer gets back up to his feet and picks up Orbit throwing him out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Both these men have lost so much blood; I don’t think they can carry on much longer…

Erin Robbins: You may be right, but you’re rarely right, so you’re probably wrong…

Following him out the ring Seifer grabs Orbit by the hand and starts to drag him up the ramp, the blood from Orbits back creating a trail up part of the ramp. Before they reach the top Orbit gets a new wind and storms up to his feet keeping a hold of Seifer's hand he winds up and nails the Pimp Slap.

Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP CONNECTS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Seifer spins around from the force of the impact to his jaw but suddenly he spins all the way around and nails his Backfist From The Future as both men collapse on the ramp.

Erin Robbins: I don’t know if Seifer meant to hit his Backfist From The Future there, but regardless, it was clever…

The referee again checking on both men starts another double count.

Zach Davis: Another double count…I can guarantee the fans won’t be happy if this ends in a double count out…

1…1

2…2

3…3

4…4

5…5

6…6

Erin Robbins: The ref’s up to six!

Both men start to roll and reach the edge of the ramp using the small drop to put their feet underneath them and break the count. Now both on opposite sides of the ramp they stare at each other for a moment.

Zach Davis: Look at the hatred these two men have in their eyes for one another…

Erin Robbins: The more hatred, the better the match…

Then both men start to walk up the sides of the ramp and climb up onto the stage where they meet in the middle as Orbit runs and hits a running dropkick on Seifer.

Zach Davis: Beautiful dropkick there from Orbit…

Both men nearing exhaustion struggle back to their feet but Orbit is the first one up picking Seifer up by the hair and starting to drag Seifer towards the edge of the stage setting him up for another Honey Dip.

Erin Robbins: Orbit going for the second Honey Dip of the night!

But before he could do anything Seifer counters with elbows to the side of Orbits head knocking him down but not off the stage his head the only part of him off the stage. Seeing this Seifer climbs down the stage and grabs a steel chair setting it up near the stage.

Zach Davis: What’s Seifer got in mind here?

With a sudden burst of speed Seifer runs at the chair leaping off it and nailing the Visions Of Doom dropkick to the side of Orbits head as Seifer lands seated on the edge of the stage.

Erin Robbins: Visions Of Doom connects!

Laughing more Seifer stands up and turns towards the technical area in the corner of the arena like he is looking for something.

Zach Davis: Now what is Seifer looking for?

Laughing Seifer climbs back down the stage and walks over to a big stack of tables near the tech area on a trolley bringing it towards the stage he sets up the tables near the stage and pushes some more onto the stage.

Erin Robbins: That’s a lot of tables…

Stacking more on top of the other tables from the floor the tables are now reaching the floor of the stage, as soon as Seifer is done he grabs a 20 foot ladder from nearby the stage and slides it onto the stage before climbing up onto it himself.

Zach Davis: What the Hell is he planning here?

Erin Robbins: Your guess is as good as mine…

Laughing Seifer turns around and is met with a code breaker from Orbit dazing Seifer as he follows it up with a running side kick to Seifer's jaw sending him backwards towards the tables hitting them but not breaking even the top layer.

Zach Davis: The champ fighting back here…

Grabbing the ladder Orbit sets it up in line with the tables on the side of the stage before climbing up and pointing out at the fans who start another ORBIT chant.

Erin Robbins: If Orbit wants to retain his title, he’s going to need to stop pandering to these idiot fans and focus on winning this match…

Just as he looks like he’s about to leap off the ladder he stops and thinks a moment, then he turns his head looking at the titantron next to him as he reaches out for it and starts climbing the scaffold up another 10 feet off the ground.

Zach Davis: Is Orbit fucking nuts?!?!

With a smile and crossing his chest for luck pointing at the gods he leaps off of the scaffold.

CRASH!!!

Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!

He hits the Oakland splash onto Seifer breaking all the tables underneath him in the process.

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

Running down the stage and towards the competitors the referee checks up on them and starts a double count.

Zach Davis: This thing is over, neither men could possibly get up before the count of ten here…

1…1

2…2

3…3

4…4

5…5

6…6

7…7

8…8

9…9

Erin Robbins: We’re up to nine!

Orbit just gets up with the help of the scaffold underneath the stage just as the referee counts.

10

Zach Davis: ORBIT BEATS THE COUNT! ORBIT’S RETAINED!

And the bell rings as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z blasts over the sound system.

Kyle Steel: Your winner and STILL the WCF world heavyweight champion STEVE…THE MACK ORBIT!

Orbit stands... just barely. He gets his arm raised.

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit has retained against the man who won the Trilogy Cup!

Orbit collapses as medics attend to both men.

Zach Davis: But at what cost? He can't keep going at this pace, Erin. First Waylon and his onslaught, now this? What else does he have to take?

Erin Robbins: We'll find out in a few moments, Zach, as we find out what team will win the Trios Cup Tournament.

The Best of Britain Has Arrived!

Zach Davis: What a Pay-Per-View this has been so far Erin…

Erin Robbins: Indeed it has been, but the best is still yet to come…

Suddenly the titantron flickers to life displaying a waving British Union Jack flag, then from behind the curtain appear ten men carrying trumpets and dressed in the Queen’s Guards uniform. They march down the ramp before stopping on the ramp, five on either side.

Zach Davis: I think I know what this is…

Erin Robbins: Yes! The best of Britain is finally here!

The ten guards then place their trumpets to their lips and begin playing the typical tune you hear upon the arrival of royalty as Abraham Mountbatten walks out onto the stage dressed in a black suit, a white shirt and a pair of black polished leather shoes.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the WCF, Lord…Abraham…Mountbatten!

The fans boo heavily as Mountbatten makes his way down the ramp, he reaches the ring and walks up the steel steps, along the ring apron and climbs through the ropes. He takes the microphone from Steel and looks around at the booing crowd before raising the microphone to his lips.

Lord Abraham Mountbatten: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of the WCF Galaxy…the time has finally come…the best of Britain is finally here!

The fans continue to boo heavily.

Zach Davis: This guy is so full of himself…

Erin Robbins: How dare you and these fans be so disrespectful! This man here is a Lord!

Mountbatten paces the ring a little, waiting for the booing to die down before raising the microphone to his lips again.

Lord Abraham Mountbatten: So without further ado…will all of you please rise and put your right hand over your heart and join me in welcoming to the WCF, my good friend, the best of Britain! Sir…William…Cambridge!

The camera cuts back to the entrance stage where we now see that on one side of the stage a choir is standing and on the other side a full marching band. The full marching band then begins to play the British National Anthem as the choir begin singing.

Zach Davis: This is ridiculously over the top…

Erin Robbins: Over the top? Zach, we are about to welcome a Sir into the WCF…this is completely justified! Stop being so damn disrespectful!

A horse drawn carriage suddenly appears through the curtain, Sir William Cambridge standing on the carriage dressed in a dark blue suit sported with a red rose on his blazer, a black shirt and a pair of black leather polished shoes, his right hand placed over his heart as he singing along to the British National Anthem.

Zach Davis: A horse drawn carriage? Are you serious?

Erin Robbins: Shut up Zach! This guy is deserving of such an entrance…he’s the best of Britain!

The carriage stops on stage and Cambridge climbs down off it and begins to make his way down the ramp as red, white and blue balloons and confetti fall from the rafters. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he makes his way over to the steel steps and walks up them and along the ring apron as Mountbatten sits on the second rope and lifts the top rope up slightly, allowing Cambridge to climb through them and into the ring.

Zach Davis: This guy’s only just arrived and I hate him already…

Erin Robbins: Why is that Zach? Is it because he’s better than you in every single way? He’s a talented wrestler, he’s rich, he’s gorgeous…and not to mention…he’s British!

The marching band and the choir finish performing the British National Anthem and as the balloons and confetti stop falling, Mountbatten hands the microphone to Cambridge as the fans boo heavily. After a few moments of just smiling at the fans and waiting for their booing to die down, Cambridge raises the microphone to his lips.

Sir William Cambridge: Thank you ladies and gentlemen for that warm welcome!

The fans boo even louder and Cambridge just laughs.

Sir William Cambridge: You know, I look around this arena, and I see a lot of very lucky people…and it isn’t because you’re all going to witness the final of the Trios Cup tournament consisting of three pathetic excuses for teams…it isn’t because you’re all going to witness a Last Man Standing, Fans Bring The Weapons, World Heavyweight Championship match between the current waste of space champion, Steven Orbit and that face-paint wearing freak of nature, Seifer Black Armstrong…

Cambridge paces the ring slightly, chuckling away to himself.

Sir William Cambridge: No! You are all lucky because of this very moment, right here…right now! For you are all witnessing history! You are all witnessing the debut of the best of Britain! Not only the best of Britain…but the best wrestler to ever step foot into this company!

Cambridge laughs as the fans boo yet again.

Sir William Cambridge: The problem is, you’re all too stupid and pathetic to realize greatness when you’re staring at it! You pander to these false idols, people like that filthy ignoramus, Steven Orbit!

The fans cheer for Orbit.

Sir William Cambridge: Men like that snivelling piece of vermin, Jonathan Fly!

The fans cheer for Fly.

Sir William Cambridge: Or any of those women who don’t understand that their place is the kitchen, not a wrestling ring, such as Stacy Jones, Marina Valdivia, Ana Valentine and Denise D’evil!

The fans boo at such a sexist remark.

Zach Davis: So Erin, do you still like this guy now you know he’s a sexist pig?

Erin Robbins: He’s not a sexist pig, he just understands that neither of those women are any good at this sport so they should go and work in a kitchen!

Cambridge again just laughs at the heavy booing before he once again raises the microphone to his lips.

Sir William Cambridge: You should all be thankful that I even bothered to come to this awful country in the first place to make my debut…you should all feel humbled and honoured to be in my presence! But of course, you’re all unwashed ignoramuses who have no idea what is best for them!

The fans begin a ‘Boring’ chant and again, this doesn’t faze Cambridge as he just laughs.

Sir William Cambridge: I’m boring you am I? Well of course I am, because you’re all pathetic fools who can’t see that I’m here to help you all! It’s okay though, because I’m done talking to you all anyway, I have more important things to attend too…so I shall leave you with this. I, Sir William Cambridge, the best of Britain, has finally arrived here in the WCF…and soon enough…you shall all bow down to my greatness!

The choir and the marching band then begin playing the British National Anthem once more and Cambridge drops the microphone as Mountbatten sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope up slightly allowing him to leave the ring.

Zach Davis: Well that’s the so-called best of Britain right there…

Erin Robbins: How can you doubt this man’s words? He IS the best of Britain…

Both Cambridge and Mountbatten walk down the steel steps and make their way up the ramp. Once they reach the stage, they both climb onto the horse drawn carriage and wave goodbye to the crowd as they disappear through the curtains followed by the marching band, the choir and the Queen’s Guards.

Trios Cup Finals
Psycho Hotdog Beer Company vs Tortured Actor Synners vs Pantheon
ICE Beckman/Oblivion/Logan vs Torture/John Gable/Synn vs Jonny Fly/Corey Black/Jayson Price

Kyle Steel: This next match.... is a THREE WAY TRIOS MATCH!

The crowd cheers!

Kyle Steel: It is scheduled for... ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Kyle Steel: Introducing first-

Cutting Kyle off, Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: What is Seth doing here?

Seth steps out from the back as the confused crowd boos. He ignores them, walking quickly down the ramp... and towards the announce booth. He takes a seat in between Zach and Erin.

Erin Robbins: Welcome, Seth. What're you doing here?

Seth Lerch: This is the biggest match in WCF since... I don't remember when. Of COURSE I'm here. Everything is on the line tonight, Erin. Let's get to this.

Zach Davis: How many men in this match have slept with your sister, Seth?

Seth Lerch: ...

A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats.

Erin Robbins: Here is one of them. Here is the Hardcore Champion... Here is Logan.

Some of the fans cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.

Seth Lerch: Logan and I have more history than anyone else in WCF... pretty much anyone else in the wrestling business. We've fought against each other, beside each other, we've gotten drunk with each other.. We've done it all. I've watched him go from the Face of Treachery to a drunken slob to a World Title contender once more. This is a man not to be underestimated. Or overestimated. No one ever really knows.

Zach Davis: Especially not with Torture and Jayson Price involved.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...

BREATHE WITH ME!!

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 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...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Seth Lerch: Oblivion has fought tooth and nail.. literally.. to become as big of a legend in this business and in this company as he is. He isn't a traditional wrestler, he doesn't LOOK like a traditional wrestler, act like one... he's not a natural star, but he's a natural monster, and that's gotten him where he is.

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The house lights come on, 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.

The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!

ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.

Seth Lerch: ICE Beckman is a man after my own heart, that's for sure. He and I have had our differences, but god damn do I love drinking. That said, he's the United States Champion, the same belt that put men like Slickie T on the map. He's the newest star to WCF in this match, but he's going to prove he can hang. I guarantee it.

Crawl by Kings of Leon hits.

Kyle Steel: Introducing next, WCF legend and Hall of Famer..

Kyle's voice is drowned out by the crowd.

Crowd: TORTURE! TORTURE! TORTURE!

Torture steps out from behind the back, pumped as ever!

Kyle Steel: He.. is... TOOOOOOOOOOORTUUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEE!

Torture marches to the ring, as confident as he's ever been. The crowd continues to roar as The Tort rolls into the ring and climbs up one turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air as red strobelights flash.

Seth Lerch: And here is motherfuckin' Torture. A man that I single handedly put on the map. I did what I had to do to make his undefeated streak the biggest deal in wrestling, period. It made Torture big money, it made ME big money, and it made legendary feuds like Logan versus Torture and Slickie T versus Torture... well, legendary. Tonight, Torture exposes himself once more as a fraud.

"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... the CINEMA CHAMPION.. JOHN GABLE!!!

He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.

Seth Lerch: Some people say John Gable is living in the shadow of Waylon Cash and the rest of S-PAC. It's never been John Gable in the spotlight. But tonight... it is. Tonight, John Gable, the Cinema Champion, steps onto center stage amongst the greatest of the great. This is his second trip in a row to the Trios final, is tonight his night?

Swamped by Lacuna Coil hits and Terry "Synn" Roberts steps out from the back. He heads to the ring, all business tonight. He slides in and awaits the last set of opponents.

Zach Davis: This is easily the biggest match in Synn's career, Erin and Seth.

Seth Lerch: It sure is. Synn is a man with more to prove in this match than anyone, I'd say. He's certainly not a newcomer but he's never been able to string together the kind of successes that he's after. Can he finally find it here?

The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.

Seth Lerch: ....Jonny Fly. A criminal that framed me, took my company and put me behind bars. That said... he's proved himself as THE man to beat in this company right now. He's held most any belt you can name, he's won War, he's done it all. All except Trios. When you talk about the biggest stars in the company's history, you'll start with Logan, move onto Torture... and then move onto Jonny Fly.

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.

All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction. "Fuck You Price" and "Jayson Fucking Price" chants start up as Price pulls out a bible, opens it and pulls out a flask before tossing the bible to the side. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, slapping a few hands while taking drinks from his flask, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle, taking a few more drinks from his flask. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.

Seth Lerch: Jayson Price... To me, he's the more depressing side of the ICE Beckman persona. He's alcoholism personified, and next to Logan, the biggest choke-artist in WCF. That said, Price's wars with Logan, Torture, and even Fly himself have become legendary, and when this man brings it.. he brings it.

"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.

Seth Lerch: Last but not least, Corey Black. A man that, through it all, bleeds WCF. A man that has been with the company longer than anyone not named Logan, Corey Black has proven time and time again that when push comes to shove, he's as tough as, or better than, anyone else in the game.

Zach Davis: And I do believe we have all nine of our competitors here now. Let's go back to Kyle.

Kyle Steel: Three competitors will compete at one time, one from each team. This match will be contested under Trios rules; exiting the ring will allow another man from your team to become the legal man. The man who makes the decision will become the number one contender to the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, while his two partners will become the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships!

The crowd buzzes, awaiting the start of the match. In each of the three active corners, the teams talk strategy, each team picking a man to start.

Jonny Fly starts for Team Pantheon.

Torture starts for his.

...And Logan for his.

Zach Davis: ...Holy shit.

Each man looks at the other two and in an instance, each has a flash of recognition, realizing just how significant this moment is. There aren't any chants - various people try to start chants for each man in the ring, but no one name can gain traction. Instead, the crowd settles on one phrase.

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

Torture turns and looks towards a particularly vocal nearby fan - allowing Logan to run up and sucker punch him from behind!

Erin Robbins: LOGAN STARTS THINGS OFF!

Logan pummels Torture from behind with forearms to the back of the head! The crowd roars!

Zach Davis: LOGAN AND TORTURE GOING AT IT ONCE AGAIN! WE'VE WAITED YEARS FOR THIS!

Torture shrugs the early blows off and turns, blocking one of Logan's fists. TORTURE FIRES BACK WITH FISTS OF HIS OWN!

Erin Robbins: I've got goosebumps, Zach!

Logan is sent reeling! Torture fires off a wild Clothesline, Logan ducks it - kick to Torture's gut - Logan grabs him for a DDT. Torture switches behind him and grapples for a German, no, Logan elbows his way out of it. Logan lifts Torture for a Vertical Suplex, Torture shifts his weight and lands behind Logan again. This time Tort goes for-

Seth Lerch: TORTURE'S DEVICE!

NO! LOGAN ESCAPES IT! LOGAN FLIPS-

Zach Davis: IMPACT STYLE!

And Torture sidesteps that!

Erin Robbins: Huge moves right off the bat from these two!

Both men face each other as they get up-

Seth Lerch: HERE COMES FLY!

Jonny Fly hits a Double Clothesline on both Logan and Torture!, taking both men down! They hit the mat and Fly yells at the top of his lungs.

Jonny Fly: THEY'RE BOTH FLYJOBBERS!

Both Torture and Logan get back to their feet quickly, only to be met with an aggressive Jonny Fly. Fly Dropkicks Logan down. Torture runs at Fly but Fly hits him with an Arm Drag. Torture gets back up and runs at Fly - Fly hits another Arm Drag. Tort gets back up again and is met with a Superkick!

Zach Davis: Did a tooth just fly out of Torture's mouth!?

Tort stumbles backwards and drops to the mat. Logan runs at Fly and Fly Hip Tosses him. Logan gets back up and Fly Superkicks him as well!, sending him flying out of the ring!

Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly is on fire!

Seth Lerch: He has to be, Erin. As much as Fly has accomplished, one thing he'll NEVER have on Logan or Torture is being able to brag about length of service, so to speak. Fly may have established himself as a future Hall of Famer, a legend - but before there were Flyjobbers, Torture was pissing off the entire roster and Logan was beating anyone in his way. Before there was Pantheon, there was the Team of Treachery. As great as Jonny Fly is, anything he's done.... Logan or Torture did it first. Fly HAS to prove himself here.

As Logan flies out of the ring, that gives someone from his team the right to enter. In comes ICE Beckman. Beckman comes in behind Fly and spins him around, kicking him in the gut... BOOM! T-BONE SUPLEX!

Zach Davis: Forget "Legends," Seth. Legends are stories told around campfires. The future is what people look forward to, and ICE Beckman is the future!

Erin Robbins: Beckman got carried here by former Champions Logan and Oblivion, Zach. Don't mistake luck for greatness.

As Fly hits the mat, Torture is back up. He tells Beckman to bring it. Beckman runs at him but Torture fires off a stiff punch to Beckman's head. Beckman is sent reeling and Torture spins him around and puts him in a Headlock.

Seth Lerch: Looks like that "future" of yours is having the life choked out of him, Zach.

Zach Davis: You said you believe in Beckman as well, Seth. But you're right. Sometimes the longer you've been in the game and the more experience you have, the bigger advantage you've got, even over youth and vigor.

Erin Robbins: Not like Beckman ever has a clear mind, even on the best of days.

Torture squeezes Beckman's head.. until Beckman is able to shove Tort away. Tort hits the ropes and Beckman kicks him as he comes back and grabs him for a Swinging Neckbreaker. However, Tort jabs his way out of it. Tort throws Beckman to a corner - but Beckman reverses it, sending Torture into the corner instead. However, it's his team's corner, and Synn is able to tag himself in.

Zach Davis: Here comes Terry Roberts!

Synn Springboards in and hits a Missile Dropkick on Beckman. Meanwhile, Fly is up. Fly literally laughs as Synn approaches him, which, understandably, pisses Synn off. As Fly is laughing Synn hits him with a Shining Wizard!

Seth Lerch: DAMN!

Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly or not, cockyness will get the best of you!

Synn quickly goes for a pinfall.

ONE.

TWO.

NO! Fly kicks out of the first pin attempt of the night!

Zach Davis: Close, but no cigar. Synn was one count away from a World Title shot though.

Seth Lerch: ...ew.

Synn lifts Fly up but Fly punches him several times, escaping his grasp. Fly bounces off the ropes and Spears Synn down!, before turning and tagging in Corey.

Erin Robbins: Here comes Corey Black!

Seth Lerch: He's sent here by the chosen one, Erin. He's Creeping Death.

Synn is up and Corey quickly elbows him right in the face. Beckman is up, boom!, another elbow to the face. Beckman rolls out of the ring and Oblivion enters.

Zach Davis: Corey Black and Oblivion are no strangers, and here we go!

Oblivion runs at Corey and lifts his leg for a Big Boot, but Corey ducks it, runs to the ropes, Springboards... BOOM!, Flying Elbow to Oblivion's head! But Oblivion doesn't drop. He staggers back, but he doesn't drop. Corey whips Oblivion to one neutral corner and then runs at him.

Erin Robbins: ROARING ELBOW!

As Oblivion stumbles out, Corey grasps his head and jumps up onto the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: DIAMOND DUST! SHADES OF MASATO TANAKA!

Oblivion hits the mat and Corey quickly goes for the pin.

ONE.

TWO.

NO!, Oblivion kicks out!

Erin Robbins: Oblivion is the undisputed greatest Hardcore Champion of all time, Zach. No one can contest that. He's not going to lose a match like this very easily.

Corey lifts Oblivion up, slowly but surely. In that time Synn rolls out of the ring and tags in Torture.

Seth Lerch: ...Hm.

Torture enters the match as slowly and surely as Corey lifts Oblivion. Corey turns and locks eyes with Tort. They nod to one another... and both grab Oblivion and execute a Double Suplex!

Zach Davis: THE MAN MADE GODS! MAN MADE GODS REUNITE!

Erin Robbins: What is this bullshit!? This is every Trio for himself, Zach!

Seth Lerch: THE GODS VERSUS TREACHERY!

Oblivion rolls out of the ring which leaves an opening, and in comes Logan. Fearless, Logan runs at both men and begins brawling with them!

Seth Lerch: Logan is fearless. Neither Man nor God will stand in his way.

Zach Davis: That's right. The only thing that Logan has to fear.. is Logan himself.

But Logan can't fight two men like Black and Torture by himself for long. Eventually Corey is able to break away from the brawling, grabs Logan from behind and hits a crazy Half Nelson Suplex!

Erin Robbins: He just folded him in half!

Seth Lerch: I don't have the numbers in front of me, but I can only guess how many WCF World Title reigns we have in the ring with us right now.

Both Torture and Corey stomp away at the Face of Treachery, dismantling him piece by piece. Beckman yells for Logan to pull it together. Torture lifts Logan up and whips him towards Corey, who raises his elbow and rams it right into Logan's skull. Logan drops, his nose beginning to bleed.

Zach Davis: These two men have found a chance to severely weaken one of the teams, guys, and they're going to take it. They know they'll have to contend with one another soon enough, but for now, if they can take out one third of the Psycho Hotdog Beer Company... They're going to do it.

Once again, the Gods stomp away at the Hardcore Champion. Tort lifts him again, throwing him again towards Corey. Corey lifts him up and onto his shoulders, Death Valley style.

Seth Lerch: Corey can do a lot here - what's he planning?

Corey throws Logan into the air and swiftly moves away, allowing Torture to enter and drop Logan's neck with a Torture's Device!

Erin Robbins: What do we even call that!?

Zach Davis: Mjolnir's Torture Device!?

As Torture gets up Corey quickly falls on top of Logan and hooks the leg!

ONE!

NO!, Torture quickly pulls Corey off.

Erin Robbins: Man Made Gods or not, they aren't on the same team, and this was bound to happen.

Neither man wastes time trying to pretend like one betrayed another - they knew what was happening here.

Seth Lerch: MAN MADE GODS IMPLODE!

Corey and Torture throw punch after punch at each other, neither giving an inch! The two hit each other with closed fists, neither backing down. Logan, practically unconscious, just barely has the presence of mind to roll out of the ring. This allows Beckman to re-enter. As soon as Torture drops Corey with a Standing Dropkick, Beckman is on the scene. He grabs Tort from behind and hits a huge Bridging German Suplex!

Zach Davis: INTO THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Torture escapes it. Corey stumbles up and backpeddles into his corner - for Jayson Price to quickly tag himself in.

Erin Robbins: Price coming into this match for the first time - and for good reason!

He runs up behind Beckman and chop blocks him down, barely thinking about it, before getting back up and stomping away at Torture.

Seth Lerch: Torture may have had a friend in Pantheon a moment ago, but no more! Things just got bad for The Tort.

Price moves swiftly, not just stomping but then dropping an elbow right on Torture's head. Then back to more kicks. Not sloppy kicks but fast and methodical kicks. Price lifts Tort up and just as quickly throws him to the ropes and catches him with a Release Belly to Belly Suplex!

Zach Davis: PERFECTION!

Torture hits the mat near a corner and uses the ropes to pull himself up, which was apparently Price's plan. Once Torture is up Price runs at him and executes a Yakuza Kick!

Erin Robbins: Price just about knocked Tort out!

Tort stumbles out of the corner, dazed as hell. Determination in his eyes, he gets Torture in an Inverted Headlock and turns it into a discus elbow to the back of the head!

Seth Lerch: GREEN EYED MONSTER! Tribute to Greenfever or Freudian slip for jealousy? YOU DECIDE!

Tort goes down and Price quickly pins him, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE- NO!, Tort gets his foot on the ropes!

Zach Davis: We were THIS close to Jayson Price having a pinfall victory over Torture.

Erin Robbins: Price and Torture had a CLASSIC match at One, Zach, where Torture's Hall of Fame status was on the line. Torture won that... and I'm sure it's been eating away at Price ever since.

Price lifts Torture up - and Tort promptly hits him with a Low Blow.

Seth Lerch: ...Huh.

Zach Davis: He may be a fan favorite, but he didn't hold the WCF World Title as long as he did without taking a few shortcuts, Seth. You know that. Torture is a man that'll do what he has to do for victory. And he knows damn well a referee isn't going to disqualify him in such a high profile match for something as simple as a low blow.

Torture turns and tags in Gable. Gable enters the ring and runs at Price, kneeing him right in the face! Price hits the mat and Gable gets up. He turns - and is scooped up by ICE Beckman and slammed down!

Erin Robbins: Gable has an interesting target on his back. The winner of this match gets a guaranteed World Title shot - but if they happen to pin John Gable, they ALSO get the coveted Television Championship.

Seth Lerch: There's some tension between Oblivion and Jonny Fly over the recent Television Title change between the two, Erin, I know that for a fact.

Zach Davis: But what if Beckman was able to pin Gable here? He'd be on a hell of a hot streak, having the United States Title, Television Title, AND World Title contendership.

Beckman quickly drops an elbow on Gable, gets up, drops another. He then stomps Gable's legs several times before grabbing one and kicking at his inner thigh.

Erin Robbins: Beckman is on fire!

Seth Lerch: If he was on fire, he'd probably explode; alcohol is flammable.

Beckman then locks in the Sharpshooter!

Zach Davis: SHARPSHOOTER APPLIED!

And expertly so! Gable yells out in pain for several moments... but very quickly Synn enters the ring and kicks Beckman off! Synn drops Beckman with a stiff Japanese style kick to the head. Price has rollen out of the ring, and Fly has entered. Fly runs at Gable, and Gable elbows him right in the face. Fly's eyes go up into his head and Gable then grabs him and lifts him up into a Brainbuster...

Erin Robbins: CITY LIGHTS!

INTO THE DRAGON SLEEPER! And Synn isn't done. SYNN LOCKS IN THE BULL'S CHOKE!

Zach Davis: BULL'S CHOKE!?

Erin Robbins: JUST LIKE MORIENTES! THEY'RE DOING IT FOR REBELLION! REBELLION AGAINST PANTHEON, REBELLION AGAINST TORTURE, REBELLION AGAINST THE STATUS QUO!

Indeed, as a perhaps a tribute to last year's Trios Cup Tournament finals, Gable and Synn have the Artistry finisher locked in on Jonny Fly!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Seth Lerch: If Jonny Fly taps, who becomes the number one contender!? I never thought I'd say this but COME ON FLY, DON'T TAP! I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH THE PAPERWORK!

Corey Black flies into the ring at the same time Oblivion enters it. Black Yakuza Kicks Gable right in the face while Oblivion pulls Synn away. Oblivion grabs Synn's throat with both hands and executes a Two Handed Chokebomb!

Zach Davis: We almost had new Trios Cup winners! God damn.

Seth Lerch: With all of these men in the ring how is ANYONE going to win this?

Synn rolls out of the ring, as does Beckman. Corey looks towards them both and runs....

Erin Robbins: SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

INDEED!, Corey Springboarded off the top and flew into both Synn and Beckman! The crowd roars once again.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Seth Lerch: It's nice of this crowd to chant in English for us even though we're in Mexico.

This leaves Gable, Fly, and Oblivion in the ring, with Oblivion standing tall. Oblivion quickly lifts Fly up and throws him to the ropes before REALLY lifting him up.

Zach Davis: Gorilla Press! Where's he going to plant Fly?

BAM!, Oblivion drops him with a Backbreaker! Instead of going for the pin, Oblivion grabs Gable and lifts him up onto the neutral turnbuckle. Oblivion then grabs his leg and positions him...

Erin Robbins: MUSCLEBUSTER!

Oblivion drops Gable onto Jonny Fly! Oblivion puts his foot on top of both men!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, they roll away.

Zach Davis: This goes back to the Television Title controversy, I'd say. Oblivion didn't take too kindly to Fly winning the belt and then vacating it, and with Gable the current Champion, you know Oblivion'd love to beat him.

Seth Lerch: The World Title contendership is at stake here, and Oblivion almost had THAT, Zach.

Oblivion lifts Gable up and puts him in a headlock before stomping away at Fly a few times. He then throws Gable to the ropes and executes a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker as he comes back. He then climbs to the top rope.

Erin Robbins: Uh oh. Oblivion going high risk.

Zach Davis: He's about to win it for the Psycho Hotdog Beer Company!

OBLIVION HITS THE OBI-SAULT ON JOHN GABLE!

ONE!

TWO!

Erin Robbins: NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

NO! Gable kicks out! Oblivion curses and angrily gets back to his feet. He lifts Gable up and into a Fireman's Carry.

Seth Lerch: He's gonna end it with the 5150!

No!, Gable shifts his weight behind Oblivion...

Zach Davis: CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! John Gobble is alive and well!

Gable gets the move locked in nice and tight on Oblivion!, who roars out in pain. That is, until Fly hits the ropes, comes towards the two, bounces off the ropes again, comes behind Gable and drops him with a Backstabber!

Seth Lerch: OOF.

As Gable falls with the Backstabber, he takes Oblivion down with him. Oblivion gets back up and Fly yells..

Jonny Fly: ULTIMATE FLYJOBBER!

SPEAR INTO THE CORNER! Oblivion leans against it and Fly steps back, runs at him and hits a Body Splash. Oblivion stumbles out of the corner and Fly uses his momentum to hit a European Uppercut!

Erin Robbins: Aw shit. Fly is looking to reign supreme, he's gonna end this.

Oblivion drops. Fly quickly climbs to the top rope.

Zach Davis: Here it comes....

THE FLY SWATTER! JONNY FLY HITS THE FLY SWATTER ON OBLIVION!

Erin Robbins: INTO THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

Seth Lerch: JONNY FLY HAS BECOME THE GREATEST OF THE GREAT!

NO! OBLIVION POWERS OUT!

Seth Lerch: WHAT!?

Oblivion powered out of it! He shoved Fly right off of him at two and three fourths! The crowd gasps, as does the Pantheon corner. Oblivion fights up and Fly angrily runs at him. Oblivion catches him however..

Zach Davis: BLACK HOLE! OBLIVION HITS IT!

Oblivion tags Beckman and Beckman dives right in, locking in the Crossface.

Erin Robbins: COCKTAILED CROSSFACE!

Seth Lerch: ICE BECKMAN is proving he's greater than the greatest! THIS IS IT!

Jonny Fly yells out in pain, and reaches, reaches... BUT HE CAN'T REACH THE ROPES! It's to no avail!

Zach Davis: JONNY FLY HAS TO TAP OUT!

NO!, Gable kicks Beckman off! Gable pulls Beckman in and lifts him in the Suplex position... BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH A FALCON ARROW BRAINBUSTER!

Erin Robbins: MALTESE FALCON!

Gable knows that isn't enough to end a match like this. He keeps a hold of Beckman's head, rolls forward and snaps Beckman up into a Brainbuster roll and into a Dragon Sleeper!

Seth Lerch: SOME LIKE IT HOT INTO THE CITY LIGHTS! HOLY SHIT.

Zach Davis: I've never seen anything like that! Beckman's brains must be scrambled... moreso than usual!

The crowd chants once more.

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Erin Robbins: JOHN GABLE IS ONE STEP AWAY FROM HIS WORLD TITLE SHOT!

BUT BECKMAN WON'T TAP. He simply won't. He shakes his head.. as much as he can.. no! The crowd begins clapping, clapping for Beckman to work his way back. Which, miraculously, he does. Beckman begins fighting to his feet!

Seth Lerch: How is he doing this!?

Beckman elbows Gable once he's partway up and escapes! Beckman dives and tags in Logan!

Zach Davis: Once again HERE COMES THE FACE OF TREACHERY!

Logan is recovered, blood dried over his face. Logan runs at Gable and takes him down with a One Handed Bulldog. He then turns and goes face to face with Jonny Fly.

Erin Robbins: SPINEBUSTER!

As Logan turned, Fly grabbed him and PLANTED him with a Spinebuster. Fly once more begins climbing up top.

Seth Lerch: Logan couldn't have fully recovered from the Man Made Gods attack. Fly's going up top...

Zach Davis: Can he hit it this time?

FLY SWATTER! FLY SWATTER TO LOGAN!

Erin Robbins: THIS IS IT! HERE'S THE PIN!

No!, Erin spoke to soon. Fly gets up, head of steam, grabbing Logan's leg. Instead of pinning him he locks in the Indian Death Lock.

Seth Lerch: Why not just pin him, you idiot!?

Logan yells in pain as Fly drops, putting huge amounts of pressure onto Logan's leg. Fly gets back up, then falls backwards once again.

Zach Davis: I know from experience, not with Fly but in wrestling.. THAT HURTS.

Logan yells out once more and he raises his arm, ready to tap...

NO! BECKMAN BREAKS IT UP!

Seth Lerch: ICE Beckman won't let Logan lose this match for his team, he just won't!

Beckman shoves Logan out of the ring so he becomes legal. Fly gets to his feet and Beckman ducks a Clothesline attempt from him and then kicks him in the gut. He pulls Fly in and lifts him up into the Powerbomb, drops him into a Sitdown!

Erin Robbins: BEER BONG!

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: HE HAS IT!

NO! FLY KICKS OUT!

Seth Lerch: Jonny Fly is THE man to beat here, Zach. He's not going to let himself be beaten by anyone.

Beckman gets back to his feet and backs away a few steps.

Erin Robbins: Hey, Seth. One question.

Seth Lerch: Yes?

Erin Robbins: What happens when you drink too much?

Seth Lerch: Uh, I don't know. What?

Fly is up and turns to ICE.

Erin Robbins: Sure you do. A hangover.

ICE kicks Fly and DROPS HIM WITH A SPIKED DDT!

Zach Davis: HANGOVER DDT! IT'S OVER!

Beckman drops down and pins Jonny Fly one more time!

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Seth Lerch: Wait, what?!

Zach Davis: THE PSYCHO HOTDOG BEER COMPANY WINS IT!

BECKMAN'S MUSIC HITS! THE CROWD CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Seth Lerch: What is this referee doing!?

Erin Robbins: Fly's foot was on the ropes, Zach. The referee missed it.

Zach Davis: For real?!

Seth gets up and tosses off his headset. He slides into the ring before Kyle Steel can say anything and begins arguing with the referee.

Erin Robbins: Seth isn't trying to screw anyone over, but for real, Fly's foot was on the ropes. We can't have any controversy here!

Before Kyle can announce a winner, the referee indicates... THAT THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE!

Zach Davis: God damnit. GOD DAMNIT!

Seth exits the ring and heads back to the announcer's booth. Beckman quickly pulls Fly into the middle of the ring and pins him one.. more.. time.

ONE.

TWO.

NO!, FLY DEFINITIVELY KICKS OUT THIS TIME!

Seth Lerch: Last year, controversy ruined Trios. Not this time. I've got a lot of respect for Beckman but we've got to have a legitimate winner here. It was bad enough how Pantheon advanced past Sequitus, but this has to be official.

Beckman lifts Fly up.. only for Gable to enter the scene! Gable spins the disoriented Beckman around and kicks him..

Erin Robbins: SOME LIKE IT HOT!

Gable drops Beckman with his Body Scissors DDT! Beckman rolls out of the ring. Gable then pulls Fly in...

Zach Davis: ONE MORE CITY LIGHTS BRAINBUSTER! HERE COMES THE DRAGON SLEEPER!

But no!, the only person locking in a Sleeper is Logan! Logan puts Gable into the Sleeper.

Erin Robbins: Oh shit. Here we go.

Seth Lerch: Oh shit is right. It's time for The Connector!

Fly rolls out of the ring just as Logan flips. As Logan is midair, Jayson Price enters the ring. Logan lands and Price grabs him..

Zach Davis: Brainbuster!

No.

Erin Robbins: PRICEBUSTER!

PRICE HITS THE SHEER DROP BRAINBUSTER! Jayson Price drops and pins Logan, hooking the Face of Treachery's leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Seth Lerch: ...In the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: PANTHEON WINS IT!

Every single member of the crowd is on their feet as Kyle takes the microphone.

Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNERS!...

Price gets to his feet.

Kyle Steel: AND TRIOS CUP TOURNAMENT CHAMPIONS... THEY ARE.. PAAAAAAAAAANTHEEEEEEEEEON!!!

Hearing Pantheon's name called, Price surges up and lifts his arm high in the air! The referee grabs his arm and gestures towards him.

Kyle Steel: And your NEW Number One Contender... JAAAAAAAAAAAYSON PRIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!

Seth Lerch: I don't believe this.

The crowd begins to chant.

Crowd: JAY-SON PRI-ICE! JAY-SON PRI-ICE!

Erin Robbins: There was a DAMN good chance a drunk was going to win this, Seth. We just didn't know which one.

Seth Lerch: I'm the one that made sure the match continued. What the hell have I done?!

Seth shakes his head with regret as the two other Trios teams regroup on the outside, ICE Beckman not at all happy. Torture kicks various nearby objects frustratedly as well as Jayson Price of all people raises his arms high in the middle of the ring, as Jonny Fly and Corey Black climb separate turnbuckles and play to the fans.

Zach Davis: At long last, Pantheon have finally done it! Three long years in the making, they're FINALLY Trios Cup Champions!

Asesinato De Mayo fades to black as Jonny Fly, Corey Black, and the new Number One Contender, Jayson Price, pose toward the camera.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Winner Gets Tag Team Title Shot: Chase Michaels vs Doc Henry vs Adam Young vs Night Rider

Caliban Segment

Submission Match: Apocalypse vs Alexander Richards

The Trinity vs The Vapor Kings

Dr. Remus Micayle/Brent Alpine Segment

Brent Alpine/Caliban vs Nero Blake/Alice Pleasant-Blake

Chase Michaels Segment

People's Title Match: Colin Marshall vs Peter Quinn vs Jordan Ciserano vs Bryan Worthy vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

Seth Lerch Segment

Tables Match: Jeff Purse vs Mark Dillinger

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

Stretcher Match: Cormack MacNeill vs Dr. Remus Micayle

World Title Match: Last Man Standing, Fans Bring the Weapons: Seifer Black Armstrong vs Steve Orbit

The Best of Britain Has Arrived!

Trios Cup Finals: ICE Beckman/Oblivion/Logan vs Torture/John Gable/Synn vs Jonny Fly/Corey Black/Jayson Price

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Torture
Match:
Trios Cup Finals
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Steve Orbit
Hardcore:
Logan
Television:
John Gable
United States:
ICE Beckman
Peoples:
Chelsea Black Armstrong
Internet:
Jordan Caliban
Tag Team:
Team Science