The scene opens up in the center of the ring. Kyle Steel has a microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen…welcome to Asesinato de Mayo. For the past few weeks you have witnessed one of WCF’s greatest events….Rey de Mexico!! Tonight this competition concludes and one of three participants will wear this crown!
Kyle Steel gestures to ringside where a pedestal is placed with two crowns. A king’s crown and a queen’s crown since Betty Adams is in the finals.
Kyle Steel: Gravedigger has instructed me that tonight’s event will be a tribute to the wrestling aspect of WCF. Tonight’s match will be a TEXAS DEATHMATCH! This match will be a NO DQ, falls count anywhere match. To win, you have to first pin your opponent and then the referee will begin a 10-count. If the person who was pinned does not answer the 10-count, then the match will be over and the one who pinned them wins!
Now, without further ado, I’d like to introduce you to tonight’s guest referee!! From Phoenix, Arizona….he is a WCF Hall of Famer, a wrestling legend. Former WCF owner and current greatest announcer ever in the wrestling business….here is GRAAAAAAAAVVVVEEDIIIIIGERRRRRRR!
“Change” by Deftones plays and out from the back comes Gravedigger once again riding on the back of his pet Chupacabra. The crowd starts panicking again at the sight of this demon spawn. Members of MS-13 hurry out with whips and start helping to control him.
Zach Davis: Oh good lord. This is getting ridiculous with this Chupacabra. Gravedigger cares not a bit about the well-being of even his own people here in Mexico.
Freddy Whoa: Really? Have you not met the guy over 10 years ago. This is Gravedigger. He is a ---
Gravedigger: You better not finish that Freddy or I’ll have the Chupacabra finish you!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! How the hell are we hearing you over there?
Gravedigger: It’s called a wireless headset, stupid. I’m calling the action from on the back of a Chupacabra bitch!
Zach Davis: I’ve heard everything now.
Gravedigger leads the Chupacabra around to the side of the ring up to a hitching post that was magically placed in the ringside area. He ties up the Chupacabra and pats it on the ears. Gravedigger turns and rolls into the ring and stands up. He nods at Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: And now, the first participant in the Texas Deathmatch is…El Taco De GENIAALLLLLLLL
The Taco Bell theme song starts playing and the crowd pops, even Gravedigger, as they all like tacos. El Taco De Genial starts dancing down the ramp and throws out free tacos. Gravedigger holds his hands up and catches a pair of them. He smashes them together Steve Austin-style and then drops them into his mouth and devours them.
The Chupacabra strains against its ropes, trying to get a piece of that taco bastard, but is unsuccessful as he gets in the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from Parts Unknown, standing 25 feet tall and weighing 4,000 pounds….HERE IS BIIIILLLLLLYYYYYY!
Real American, Hulk Hogan’s theme starts playing and the crowd pops. Out from the back waltzes….someone who is clearly not Billy. Someone wearing a mask with Billy’s face on it walks out with his shirt padded with a fat suit and pillows. He plays to the confused crowd and the confused face of Gravedigger as he rolls into the rin….well he tries to roll into the ring.
Gravedigger runs over and grabs his arm and tries pulling him under the ropes, but struggles. Members of MS-13 run over and hit “Billy” in the back with the whips several times. Somehow this works and he is under the ropes. He stands up slowly and gestures to the MS-13 members and yells at them. They shrug and go back to watching over Gravedigger’s Chupacabra.
Kyle Steel looks over at “Billy” and then at Gravedigger who shrugs.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent…hailing from the kitchen at the home where WCF wrestler Spencer Adams was born and raised….BETTYYYYYYYY AAAAAAADDAAAAAAAAMMMMMS!!
“Single Ladies” by Beyonce hits the speakers and out from the back comes Betty Adams and she’s being escorted by her son Spencer Adams! They are both breaking it down on the way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Isn’t she married?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. So?
Zach Davis: Then why is she coming down to that song?
Gravedigger: She’s trying to appeal to the younger crowd you dummy.
Betty Adams runs up the steps and flips over the top rope, lucha style, causing “Billy” and El Taco de Genial to back up a step in surprise.
Gravedigger calls for the bell to begin the match. The bell rings and all three participants eye each other and they all start circling the ring at the same time. And they keep circling. And they keep circling. This goes on for nearly a minute before Gravedigger runs in and boots El Taco de Genial square in his face. The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: What’s Gravedigger doing? He is the referee, he can’t get involved!
Gravedigger: Says you. I was tired of that bullshit.
The other participants jump and run over to Taco. “Billy” starts dropping the elbows on him as Betty Adams stomps away at Taco’s hard outer shell. They pick him up and send him across the ring. “Billy” nails a huge axe kick to the surprise of the crowd.
Gravedigger: How the hell did he do that?! He weighs 4,000 pounds but moves as if he weighs around 200!!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger I don’t think he actually weighs 4,000 pounds.
Taco is floored by the axe kick. Betty Adams goes in for a sneak attack, but he deftly avoids this by ducking under her, goes around behind her and nails a HUGE german suplex
Zach Davis: I’ve seen that move before. This is clearly not Billy.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell was your first guess?
Gravedigger: Look Kyle Steel said this guy was Billy so it’s clearly Billy!
“Billy” starts punishing Betty Adams and Taco with vicious stomps and kicks. He finally rolls out of the ring and starts digging around under the ring. He pulls out a chair. He reaches over and pulls El Taco de Genial out of the ring. He sits Taco in the chair, takes a few steps back, runs at him and nails a huge dropkick, flipping Taco over and knocking him into the side of the ring. Taco flips back and forth in pain, since he can’t really roll. If he was a burrito, rolling would be possible but he’s more of a hard taco.
“Billy” grabs the chair and slams it over and over onto Taco’s shell. The top part of it cracks and taco sauce starts oozing out.
Zach Davis: This match just got color!
Freddy Whoa: What the HELL did you just say?
“Billy” plays to the crowd who oddly starts booing him. They must be onto his trickery. The crowd suddenly pops and “Billy” turns to the ring real quick and gets a face full of Betty Adams as she hits a corkscrew plancha, taking “Billy” out!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Wow! Everyone went nuts! Betty Adams showing off some lucha moves in this match.
“Billy” gets back up and Betty leaps onto his shoulders and puts him down with a hurracanrana! The crowd pops again. Betty reaches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick. She reaches under again and pulls out a second one! The crowd starts chanting for Betty as she pulls out some hair accessories and fashions the double bladed kendo stick again!
Crowd: BETTY BETTY BETTY BETTY!!!
“Billy” slowly gets up and Betty dances around him, slapping him like crazy with kendo stick shots all over his body. Unfortunately, he doesn’t feel the attacks with all the padding and he finally grabs her, pulls her in and DDTs her hard to the mat. The crowd boos.
“Billy” gets up and walks over to El Taco de Genial and applies a swiftly executed armbar. Gravedigger slides out of the ring and checks on El Taco to see if he taps. Just as he looks as if he’s about to tap, the crowd goes nuts. The REAL Billy stumbles out from the back, holding the back of his head.
Zach Davis: IT’S BILLY!!!!
Gravedigger stops and looks back and forth at both men, pulling at his hair.
Gravedigger: How can this be?!!? There are TWO BILLY’S???
Freddy Whoa: Stop being overdramatic, they’re clearly not the same person!!
Gravedigger: Clearly I have a different vantage point being so close to the action.
Zach Davis: What the hell are you talking about? We’re 10 feet behind you!
Gravedigger turns and sees both men at the announcer table.
Gravedigger: It’s just a matter of perspective, clearly that 10 feet makes all the difference.
Billy runs down the ramp. “Billy” still hasn’t noticed yet and Taco taps out. Gravedigger begins the ten count.
Billy has stopped about 10 feet down the ramp to catch his breath.
Billy has made it another 15 feet before having to stop.
Billy is 5 feet away from the action and takes another breather.
“Billy” doesn’t see Billy or something as he’s stalking Betty Adams, as she slowly gets up holding her head. The REAL Billy walks up to Gravedigger with a brown bag. Gravedigger holds his hands up and signals for a time out.
Zach Davis: What kind of ridiculous shenanigans are these?! There’s no timeouts in wrestling!!
Gravedigger reaches into the bag and pulls out a taco. He greedily muches on it as the REAL Billy grabs Taco and lifts him to a standing position before Gravedigger can finish the taco. He turns back and sees Taco standing up. He shrugs and the match continues when Gravedigger signals for TIME IN.
The REAL Billy waddles over and grabs “Billy” and puts him in a huge bearhug. “Billy” fights out of it with kicks to Billy’s legs and headbutting him. The REAL Billy staggers back and “Billy” floors him with a beautifully timed right hand counter punch and Billy goes down in a heap.
Zach Davis: OH WOW!! I know who this imposter is!!!
“Billy” draws an invisible line across his throat and points at Billy. He goes to pin him but is spun around by Betty Adams! She squirts him with lighter fluid and then spews a fireball in his face…SETTING HIM ON FIRE!!!
Gravedigger jumps backwards as the imposter flails around screaming. The Chupacabra is nearby and freaking out and breaks free of his hitching post. The members of MS-13 start whipping him like crazy and Gravedigger runs over to help.
The Chupacabra knocks Gravedigger out of the way and mauls one of the MS-13 members. It then knocks over the barricade and starts running through the crowd. Everyone is freaking out and a mini riot breaks out in the first few rows of the arena. The Chupacabra starts mauling random members of the crowd.
Gravedigger grabs the whips from two members of MS-13 and dual wields them, bringing the Chupacabra eventually back under control. He pulls him back to the hitching post and ties him back up again and consoles him.
Meanwhile, across the ring, the imposter Billy pulls off his shirt and pulls out the padding and pillows. All that he has on his pants and his mask. The imposter turns and Betty leaps off the top turnbuckle with a huge moonsault, planting him on the ground. She mounts him, in a non-sexual way, and rips off the mask before he can react.
Zach Davis: I KNEW IT!!! It’s JOEY FLASH!!
Freddy Whoa: He’s not supposed to be here!!! What the hell?!?
Gravedigger yells something at the members of MS-13 and they take their whips back. They start whipping Joey Flash with the whips and chase him back up the ring.
Zach Davis: Those whips are so effective. Freddy, you should totally---
Freddy Whoa: Don’t you finish that sentence, Zach. I’m a black man and you want me to own some whips?
Gravedigger: Holy shit, we got the Chupacabra back under control. This match has escalated quickly!
El Taco de Genial is still laying there, knocked out. Billy is slowly getting up from Joey Flash’s finisher. Betty Adams has the double bladed kendo stick again and wails on Billy just like before and puts him back down on the ground. She looks around and points at the turnbuckle. The crowd goes crazy as she hops up on the apron and scales the turnbuckle. She leaps off and hits a swanton bomb.
Gravedigger: MOMTON BOMB!!!
She quickly covers Billy as Gravedigger counts it.
Gravedigger stands up as Billy lays there knocked out. He begins the ten count.
El Taco de Genial starts getting up
The crowd is counting along with Gravedigger
El Taco is up and runs over towards Billy, but Betty Adams catches him with a vicious spear, nearly breaking his shell in half!!! The crowd roars.
The bell rings and Betty Adams stands up. Spencer Adams walks around to the side of the ring and raises her arm as “Single Ladies” by Beyonce starts playing again.
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER and the official REINA DE MEXICO…..BETTTTYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAADAAAAAAAMS!!!
Gravedigger is handed the queen’s crown and slowly places it on Betty’s head.
Crowd: BETTY BETTY BETTY BETTY!!!
Betty Adams and Spencer Adams dance back up the ramp as ringside attendants clean up the ringside area.
“Always” by Saliva plays through the arena as Joey Raid walks out to the ramp and stops, looks around and raises his fists up into the air then he keeps walking and sees a fan’s sign and rips it. He rolls into the ring and hangs over the ropes then he bounces back and yells "Game Over" into the air.
Kyle Steel: Our next match is one fall to the finish. To might left is out first competitor we weighing in at 225 pounds, standing at 6’1”, from Seattle, Washington….... Joey Raidddd!!!
The intro to "Wherever I May Roam" brings the crowd to their feet, the lights dimming to darkness. On the big screen, MAC's face is shown with an intense look as his name flashes across the screen, interlaid by shots of brutality against his opponents.
The brutal superstar yells as the lights come up and smacks his face a couple of times. Leaving the gorilla position, he makes his way down the ramp, seething as he stares down his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Our next competitor making his way down the aisle 255 pounds and standing at 6’3”, from Brooklyn, New York….. Marcusss Cainnnnn!
He ascends the ring stairs and walks the apron, standing at the center with his head bowed. The lights flicker and he screams, throwing his arms out to the side then flexing. Stepping through the ropes, he goes to the corner, standing atop it with his hand held high.
He then gets ready for his match, going as far as placing a mouth-guard in as he stares at his victim intently.
“Reinventing Axl Rose” by Against Me plays over the sound system and Jack Coston bursts forth onto the entrance ramp with his arms in the air, his manager Frank Manor follows behind a good distance.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 195 pounds and standing 5’11” tall, from St. Paul, Minnesota…. “Smirkin’” Jack Coooostooonn!
Jack quickly moves down the ramp, high fiving the fans, moving with the energy song before darting over to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. His manager walks along the ring over to Jack's corner. Jumping to his feet, Jack runs over to the far corner and leaps onto a far turnbuckle, motioning to the crown by beating his chest and raising his fists once more. He jumps down and moves into his corner where Frank is standing on the apron, speaking words of encouragement into Jack's ear.
“Eye Of The Tiger” by Survivor starts to play, Snapz enters slow walk onto the stage glaring thru the crowd as he walks to the ring he approaches fans on the aisles as if to interact but then turns to a camera with an evil grin and slides into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring he raises his fist suddenly bringing it down with a bang of pyro going off.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 250 pounds and standing at 6’5” tall, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…. Snaaapz!
The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo Del Sol!
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring weighing in at 180 pounds and standing at 6’1”, he hails from Houston, Texas… Teoooooo Del Sooool!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring after a moment of silence, he sprints down the ramp and slides under the ropes, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle with a gesture towards the sky! He removes the cape and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
The shot jumps to the back where we see Hank Brown standing with Raymond Hatcher who is donning a purple and gold robe. Hatcher has a big smile on his face.
Hank Brown: Well, I’m back here with Raymond Hatcher about to make his WCF pay per view debut. Tell me, are you nervous Raymond Hatcher?
Hatcher raises his eyebrows and hits Hank Brown with an inquisitive stare.
Raymond Hatcher: Nervous, Hank, nervous? Really? No, not at all.
Hank Brown: Even though you are about to be in front of thousands in attendance here today not to mention the world-wide television audience. You must have at least a few jitters.
Raymond Hatcher: Jitters? Haha, on the contrary Hank Brown, I am super excited. Look at those thousands and thousands of people out there all coming to see the great action that only the WCF can deliver. Plus, Hank, this is by no means my first foray into pay per view. Not to mention my many exploits inside the ring, I’m sure you’re aware of my two hour special three years ago, Being The Much Better You Because You Can Do Whatever You Want To Do By Doing The Best At What You Do!
Hank Brown: I’m sorry I’m not sure I caught that, was it Being The Better You Because You-
Raymond Hatcher: Nope, you slipped up there. It’s Being The Much Better You Because You Can Do Whatever You Want To Do By Doing The Best At What You Do.
Hank Brown: Oh so, Being That Much Better You By Doing What You Do—
Raymond Hatcher: No, no, it’s Being The Much Better You Because You Can Do Whatever You Want To Do By Doing The Best At What You Do!
Hank Brown: O, I thought that’s what I said. Wait let me try one more time.
Raymond Hatcher: By all means go ahead.
Hank Brown: Being The Much Better You Because You Can Do Whatever You’re Doing By Doing What You Do For The Best At Things—
Hatcher is shaking his head in obvious frustration but still keeping that painted on smile of his.
Raymond Hatcher: No, no, no, just stop, please. We don’t have all night, I still have a match to get to.
The camera cuts back to the ring for a brief moment where we see the five opponents waiting and looking none-to-happy about it. Then back to Hatcher and Hank Brown.
Raymond Hatcher: The important take away here is this is not my first experience with a world-wide pay per view audience. This also is not the first time I’ve had to take out five guys. I look out at the list of opponents here tonight and do you know what I see?
Hank Brown: Tell me, what do you see?
Raymond Hatcher: Well, what I see is a bunch of…highly motivated individuals who are ready to put their all into this match tonight.
Hank Brown seems a bit confused by that response.
Hank Brown: Really?
Raymond Hatcher: O, absolutely, Hank. I see guys who really want to work hard and try their best to make a name for themselves in this crazy sport we call professional wrestling. I mean do you think the WCF would hire a bunch of guys with no motivation, skills, or abilities?
Hank Brown shrugs his shoulder not sure how to answer.
Raymond Hatcher: Exactly, of course not. These guys must really be the cream of the crop, right, or otherwise why would they be opening this big pay per view event?
Hank Brown: Being in the opening match isn’t really a complime—
Raymond Hatcher just cuts Hank Brown off as if he wasn’t even listening.
Raymond Hatcher: Right, we wouldn’t be opening the show. Yet, here we are doing just that. Here I am ready to bring a few million more of my followers to this great program. A few million more dollars lining the coffers of the WCF. It’s a beautiful thing, everyone wins.
Hank Brown: Speaking of winning I—
Raymond Hatcher: Yes, winning! Sorry, Hank Brown, I have a match to get to.
Hank Brown: But I wa—
Raymond Hatcher pats Hank Brown on the back, it’s rather hard and Hank stumbles forward a little bit. Hatcher quickly rushes off out of view before Hank can finish his sentence.
Hank Brown: Well, with that I guess it’s back out to ringside.
The camera cuts back to the ring where the five competitors are waiting for Raymond Hatcher.
Gravedigger: Hatcher not really giving Hank Brown the time of day there.
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, a big smile plastered across his face. He's wearing that same purple and gold robe underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm, he also has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape. Hatcher with that big grin on his face, panders to the crowd, none seem too happy about it, his expression seems less than genuine. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace.
Kyle Steel: Our final competitor, weighing in 237 pounds and standing at 6’2” tall, from Los Angeles, California…”The Real Deal” Raymonddd Hatcherrrrr!
Hatcher heads up the ringsteps before walking out onto the apron. Raymond Hatcher turns to wave to the fans and he is dropkicked from the apron by Joey Raid. As this occurs Snapz attacks Teo Del Sol from behind with a forearm smash. This is followed by Jack Coston getting hit with a big right hand from Marcus Cain. The referee signals for the bell.
Gravedigger: Joey Raid kicking this thing off.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, fast and furious beginning here. I wouldn’t expect anything less in this type of match.
Joey Raid vacates the ring going after Hatcher on the outside. Joey barrages Hatcher with fists while Hatcher tries to pull his robe off. Inside the ring we have Jack Coston getting pumbled in a corner while Snapz is trading punches in the middle of the ring with Teo Del Sol. Del Sol quits the back and forth exchange and then heads for the ropes and bounces back after Snapz who throws a wild clothesline that Del Sol ducks and then springboards off the second rope catching Snapz with a flying back elbow smash.
Zach Davis: Big time springboard elbow from Del Sol.
Gravedigger: Teo Del Sol showing that high risk offense.
Marcus Cain backs out of the corner where he’s beating on Jack Coston, and then charges in for an elbow smash, but Jack rolls out of the way and Cain hits the corner hard. Coston starts laying in quick kicks and punches. At ringside Joey Raid pulls Hatcher’s robe over his head and starts nailing him with blindside shots. Snapz rolls out of the ring from the effect of the springboard elbow by Del Sol and bumps into Joey Raid who diverts his attention now from Hatcher to Snapz who’s still weary from the back elbow and is easy pickings. Joey knees Snapz in the face and then throws him into the ring stairs knocking them over. All of this gives Hatcher a moment to take off his robe and collect himself.
Freddy Whoa: Snapz running into Joey Raid and paying for it big time.
Gravedigger: Joey Raid looking very aggressive here tonight.
Inside the ring Marcus Cain is being nailed with strikes from Jack Coston in the corner. After a big kick to the head Coston backs away letting Marcus stumble out of the corner. Coston runs to the ropes and comes off with a running flying knee knocking Marcus Cain backwards into the ropes awkwardly and Cain’s arms get wrapped up in the ropes trapping him. A big grin comes across Jack’s face.
Zach Davis: Cain getting tied up in the ropes.
Gravedigger: A bit of bad luck there.
Freddy Whoa: Not for Jack Coston.
Meanwhile on the outside of the ring Snapz is trying to climb from the wreckage of the stairs. Joey Raid goes back after Raymond Hatcher who has now gotten his robe off. Hatcher walks pass the commentary table with Joey Raid hot on his trail, and then Raid gets nailed with a tope suicida from Del Sol diving over the top rope and over top of the trapped Marcus Cain.
Freddy Whoa: Out of nowhere comes Del Sol doing what he does best.
Raymond Hatcher has gotten away unscaved, he meanders around the corner of the ring in order to further escape the chaos, but he is caught with a big baseball slide from Jack Coston throwing Hatcher into the guardrail. Coston’s manager Frank Manor jumps up and down with joy as he cheers Jack Coston on. The crowd is on a high now too, cheering away.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher must have thought he got away clean, but Jack Coston brings that dream to an end.
Freddy Whoa: I think he rearranged his face with that.
The referee is trying to get Cain out of the ropes, while Del Sol celebrates his dive with the fans and Coston starts putting the boots to Hatcher who is prone against the guardrail. Joey Raid gets back to his feet while Del Sol is still celebrating with the fans. Joey capitalizes on Del Sol being distracted by grabbing a metal folding chair and whacking Del Sol hard in the back of the head. Del Sol drops like a ton of bricks right next to the announce desk. Cain-who has escaped from the ropes-grabs Joey Raid by the back of the head, but Joey swings the chair backwards over his head catching Marcus Cain in the face. Marcus backs up and is met with another much more viscous chair shot from Joey Raid.
Zach Davis: Furniture coming into play already tonight.
Freddy Whoa: What a hellacious shot.
Gravedigger: He’s gonna need a CAT scan after that.
Jack Coston pulls Raymond Hatcher up to his feet at ringside and hooks him for an exploder suplex, but Hatcher intertwines his leg with the guardrail blocking the attempt. Then Hatcher follows it with some elbows to the side of the head breaking himself free from Coston’s grip. Hatcher grabs Coston by the wrist and Irish whips him right into a big chair shot from Joey Raid. Coston goes down hard to the dismay of the crowd.
Zach Davis: Joey Raid is taking everyone out with that chair.
Raymond Hatcher looks in amusement at the misfortune that has befallen Jack Coston. Hatcher’s eyes slowing make there way back up to Joey Raid who has an enraged look on his face with the chair in hand. Hatcher starts shaking his head back and forth as is slowly backing away.
Freddy Whoa: I think Raymond Hatcher has realized he’s in a bit of trouble here.
Hatcher is pleading with Joey not hit him, Joey is just smiling as he creeps forward with the chair. Joey takes chase and Hatcher bolts around the ringside area and then dives at the floor as Snapz comes flying at Joey Raid with a bicycle kick smashing the chair into Joey Raid’s face.
Gravedigger: A big kick right into the chair.
Freddy Whoa: I think Joey Raid is out cold, guys.
Raymond Hatcher hops back to his feet and tries to grab the chair off the floor, but Snapz stomps down on it and Hatcher backs away as Snapz is nailed with a big drop kick from behind from Teo Del Sol which knocks Snapz forward into Hatcher and they both go down. Del Sol slides into the ring and throws his hands in the air as the crowd cheers and is hit with a big belly-to-back suplex from Marcus Cain who has just made his way back into the ring. Jack Coston gets up and slides back into the ring aswell before charging at Marcus Cain, but is nailed with a flying European uppercut from Raymond Hatcher who has also just made it back into the ring. Hatcher pops right back to his feet and is nailed with a spinebuster from Marcus Cain who in turn is hit with a springboard tornado DDT from Del Sol.
Zach Davis: I can barely even call this match these guys are moving so fast.
Gravedigger: It’s not just this match you can barely call.
Freddy Whoa: I agree, Zach, this is just one of those matches you need to sit back and let it speak for itself.
Snapz gets back to his feet on the outside and drags Joey Raid to his feet. Raid seems really out of it. Snapz rams Joey’s head into the ring apron before smacking him in the back with the chair. Joey writhes on the floor in pain, Snapz just laughs. Inside the ring Coston gets back up and catches Teo Del Sol while he once again is prematurely celebrating with a forearm to the back of the head. Del Sol tumbles forward into a corner and Coston charges in with a rolling senton crushing Del Sol’s head between Coston’s body and the middle turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Rolling Senton in the corner!
Freddy Whoa: These guys are throwing it all against the wall here obviously trying to make a big statement.
Gravedigger: The crowd loves it.
Snapz slides back in the ring with chair in hand and nails Marcus Cain who has just gotten back to his feet before going right back down to mat. Hatcher gets back to his feet too and is dealt the same results, a big chair shot to the head. Coston comes up from behind and hits Snapz with a big Half-nelson suplex sending the chair flying out of Snapz hands and into the corner smacking Del Sol in the face.
Gravedigger: Holy shit!
Zach Davis: I think that was a happy accident by Snapz.
Jack Coston covers Snapz.
Raymond Hatcher breaks of the pin with a boot to the back of Jack’s head. Frank Manor looks broken hearted on the outside of the ring. Raymond yanks Jack to his feet, hits him with two European uppercuts and hooks Jack in a position for a vertical suplex, then he hooks Jack’s leg for a fisherman’s suplex.
Freddy Whoa: This is gonna be it, the Improvement-Plex!
Gravedigger: He’s got ‘em!
Raymond Hatcher gets hits with the chair by Joey Raid who has finally recovered! Hatcher is forced to dump off Jack Coston on the mat before completely the fisherman suplex. Hatcher drops to his knees in pain arching his back. Joey Raid backs up, throws the chair down, and then charges at Hatcher, but is caught by Jack Coston with a Dragon Suplex followed by a bridge for the pin.
Marcus Cain makes the save by nailing Coston in the midsection with the chair he retrieved from the mat. This causes Coston to break his bridging attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Marcus Cain with the chair to make the save.
Zach Davis: That chair is seeing a lot of action tonight.
Freddy Whoa: You’re right, Zach, it’s been a real hot potato here.
Marcus tosses the chair to the mat and then grabs Raymond Hatcher by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Hatcher is dazed as Marcus lifts him up for a stalling vertical suplex. After several seconds in the air Teo Del Sol comes out of nowhere springboarding off the top rope with a dropkick to Marcus Cain’s face bringing Marcus down but still enabling him to complete the suplex on Hatcher. Hatcher tumbles to the outside of the ring. Snapz is almost to his feet when Teo Del Sol nails him with an Enziguri sending Snapz toppling to the mat.
Gravedigger: You can hear that one echo through the building.
Joey Raid hits Teo Del Sol with a superkick and then covers him for the win.
Jack Coston makes the save. Marcus Cain is back on his feet and he nails Jack Coston with a right to the face. Jack Coston stumbles back to the ropes. Hatcher reaches in and yanks Jack Coston’s feet out from under him before dragging him to the outside while Marcus Cain just looks on with surprise. Joey Raid pulls Teo Del Sol to his feet, but Teo Del Sol fights back with a few rights and then a kick to the mid-section, but the kick is caught by Joey Raid who throws Teo Del Sol’s foot away and Del Sol nails him with the Habanero Hurricane spinning back kick. Joey Raid goes down and Teo hooks a leg for the pin.
A kick to the back of Teo’s head from Marcus Cain breaks up the pin. Snapz gets involved by pushing Teo off and covering Joey Raid himself.
Marcus breaks up the pin before the referee can even get to the mat for the count. Snapz hops to his feet and starts arguing with Marcus, the two almost immediately start trading punches. Meanwhile outside the ring Raymond Hatcher slams Jack Coston’s head into the ring apron and then follows it up by whipping Coston into the guardrail.
Teo Del Sol gets back to his feet inside the ring in the midst of Snapz and Marcus trading punches. Teo decides to get involved by nailing Marcus with a roundhouse to the gut and then delivering the same to Snapz, both men hold their gut hunched over in pain as Teo Del Sol runs to the ropes and comes off with a flying double clothesline, but Snapz and Marcus both catch Teo with a back body drop sending Teo flying way up into the air and over the top rope crashing down onto Hatcher and Coston at ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol better get some air-miles for that ride.
Snapz and Marcus are back to brawling it out in the ring, Snapz gets the advantage and Irish whips Marcus to the ropes and then hits a big boot. Joey Raid comes out of nowhere with a German suplex on Snapz. Joey Raid heads to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: This could be the double foot stomp.
Raymond Hatcher shoves Joey Raid’s feet from under him and he’s crotched on the top rope. Raymond Hatcher hurries up and climbs through the ropes and to the second turnbuckle. Hatcher hooks Joey Raid for a vertical superplex, but Jack Coston jumps in and hits Raymond Hatcher with a powerbomb and all three men come crashing to the mat in a tower of doom scenario. Jack Coston rolls Raymond Hatcher up for the cover.
No, Teo Del Sol yanks Jack Coston out to ringside breaking up the cover. Snapz makes a one armed cover on Joey Raid.
Marcus Cain breaks up the pin as Teo Del Sol and Jack Coston brawl outside the ring. Marcus and Snapz both get back to their feet and begin throwing punches, they brawl through the ropes to ringside. Raymond Hatcher gets to his feet and is met with a big solid right from Joey Raid. Hatcher is dazed and Joey Raid hooks his head and signals for his Canadian destroyer finisher Game Over, but Hatcher reverses with a backdrop.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher saved himself there from sure defeat.
The Habanero High Dive! From out of nowhere Teo Del Sol hits his finisher on Joey Raid, he hooks both legs for the win.
No! Hatcher breaks up the pin. Hatcher pulls Del Sol to his feet and nails him with a series of forearms, Del Sol is dazed. Hatcher nails a huge gutwrench powerbomb on Del Sol. Hatcher rolls Teo Del Sol over and slaps on his patented STF.
Freddy Whoa: He’s got the STF slapped on in the middle of the ring!
Gravedigger: Is Del Sol gonna tap?!
Raymond Hatcher is wrenching back on the STF and Teo Del Sol is screaming in pain. Del Sol throws his hand down against the mat to signal he submits, but his hand is stopped before it can slap the mat by Jack Coston. Hatcher releases the hold and hops to his feet before nailing Jack Coston with a big elbow to the face. Jack stumbles back and Hatcher follows-up with a boot to the gut and then a big double underhook back-breaker. Jack Coston is writhing in pain. Marcus rolls Hatcher up from behind.
Joey Raid nails Marcus with a chair breaking the pin.
Gravedigger: And another pin interrupted.
Snapz hooks Joey from behind with a sleeper hold. Joey drops down to the mat driving his head into the chin of Snapz who falls backwards to the mat. Joey gets right back up to meet a running forearm smash from Teo Del Sol. This sends Joey Raid rolling to the outside. Teo Del Sol kips up to his feet and Jack Coston clothesline Teo Del Sol over the top rope and both men go tumbling to ringside. Nowhere To Go But Up! Raymond Hatcher hits his diving headbutt tope rope finisher on Snapz. Hatcher makes the cover hooking both legs tight.
NO! Coston pulls Hatcher off and throws him out of the ring. He quickly lifts Snapz up...
Freddy Whoa: SAINT PAUL'S BLESSING!
Zach Davis: Into the pin!
Jack Coston gets the victory!
Freddy Whoa: The diving headbutt ALMOST got it done for Raymond Hatcher, but Coston was there to stop him.
Gravedigger: I’m very surprised I did not see the match going that way.
Zach Davis: A spectacular way to open this pay per view.
Freddy Whoa: This match was a real free-for-all.
Gravedigger: definitely, Freddy, you had bodies flying all over the place, not to mention the seventh man in this match.
Zach Davis: The seventh man, Frank Manor?
Gravedigger: No, that metal chair.
Hatcher is still hanging around the ring as the other competitors are regrouping and starting to leave.
Freddy Whoa: What does he want, guys?
Hatcher looks at the fans, recovering from the match... and raises his arm in victory.
Zach Davis: Uh.. is anyone gonna tell him he didn't win?
Gravedigger: The man promised he'd have his arm raised, Zach.
Zach Davis: But he didn't win!
Gravedigger: A promise is a promise.
Hatcher keeps his arm up as the fans boo and we go to commercial.
"Kill To Live" by Firewind begins to blast over the PA, and a crimson spotlight hits center stage. The house lights die, and John Michaels steps out onto the stage hefting a wrought iron fire poker over his left shoulder.
Kyle Steel: coming to the ring, weighing in at 235 lbs! The Cut Throat Kid JOHN! MICHAEEELS!
CTK sweeps a glance out over the crowd, then makes his way down the ramp followed by the spotlight, rolls under the bottom rope, and stands in the center of the ring. Jets of flame shoot up from all four ringposts as John raises the fire poker overhead, and the lights return to normal as he moves to his corner.
"Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays on the PA system. After the opening drum fill, Henson blasts past the curtain laughing. Mouthing the words to the song as he walked down the ramp with a little spring in his step with his arms spread out to either side.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio and weighing in at 200 lbs! K! L! HENSOOON!
He rolls into the ring then stands upon the second rung of a turnbuckle, slapping himself in the face, getting himself pumped.
Ding, ding, ding!
Freddy Whoa: Time to to get this match underway! Both promising new talent on the WCF Roster.
Gravedigger: And both absolute psychos!
Zach Davis: Looks as if both opponents are sizing each other up!
The two opponents circle the ring, keeping their distance from one another. After once around, Michaels stops and approaches Henson, sticking out his cheek taunting Henson into swinging at it.
Zach Davis: Looks like Michaels wants Henson to take the first swing.
Gravedigger: DO IT!
Henson laughs in disbelief as Michaels continues to egg him on. Henson hesitates but decides to take a swing. But last second Michaels sidesteps, grabs Henson’s arms, twists it and locks in a Kimura lock.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Michael caught him off guard with that one!
Zach Davis: Impressive, usually Henson is the one working over his opponent with speed.
Gravedigger: I wouldn’t have missed! This Henson guy ain’t so fast after all!
Michaels walks Henson in a circle as Henson tries to find a point to turn it around. Michaels wrenches back but Henson doubles back to the rope. The ref forces Michaels to break the hold. Michael lets go and Henson backs up. But before Michaels could back away from the ropes, Henson launches himself forward with a clothesline, knocking them both out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Clothesline out of nowhere!
Henson gets to his feet and grabs Michaels as he is in the middle of getting up. He knees Michaels in the face, sending him stumbling back into the ring post. Henson gets a running start and hits Michaels in the chest with a jumping double knee. Michaels dropped down to his knees as Henson rolled in then back out of the ring to interrupt the refs count.
Henson takes another running start but The Cut Throat Kid rolls out of the way causing Henson to bash his knee into the corner of the ring, sending him spinning out and lands his back against the guard rail.
Zach Davis: Oh, a last second dodge by Michaels, sending Henson flying!
Freddy Whoa: Henson seems a little off rhythm tonight!
Michaels walks over to Henson as he hangs on the railing and starts laying punch after punch across Henson’s face. He then grabs the back of Henson’s head and throws him into the ring before rolling in himself. He gets up and walks over to Henson while he is on his hands and knees and stands over him. He attempts to grab Henson by his legs but Henson quickly flips around and presses against the back of the knee until Michaels is kneeling then kicks him in the face causing him to fall back as Henson rolls out from under.
Zach Davis: Can either of these competitors manage to get a move in edge wise? Seems like it is one reversal after another!
Freddy Whoa: It is surprising that Michaels can keep up considering he is a little bulkier than Henson.
Gravedigger: It is because they are both loons! Takes a loon to know a loon! They know the kind of nonsense the other is going to do before they do it.
Henson quickly follows up with a double stomp and then a quick elbow drop to Michaels’ gut. Standing over him, Heneson flips him over, pulls him up to his hands and knees and starts striking him across the face with forearms before double stomping back to the ground.
Henson drags Michaels to his feet and irish whips him but Michaels reverse and sends Henson into the corner. Michaels charges him but Henson raises his boot and sends Michaels staggering in a circle about to give it another go but Henson races from the Turnbuckle and hits him with a dropkick, sending him falling back into the lower rung of the turnbuckle. Henson’s eyes light up as he lines himself with the ropes and charges at Michael’s, hitting him with a running boat wash!
Zach Davis: Oh damn! That was one hell of a boat!
Freddy Whoa: John Michaels looks a little dazed after that one.
Henson pulls Michaels from the corner goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Kick out right at two!
Henson looks disappointed as he gets to his feet. He waits in the corner as Michaels gets up. Henson approaches him and they lock up. Michaels quickly switches to a headlock then in one swift movement moves it into a rolling knee bar.
Gravedigger: There we go!
Zach Davis: Michaels working on the knee that Henson bashed into the corner of the ring earlier. Trying to capitalize and see if he can injure that leg, reducing Henson’s speed.
Henson tries to bring his free foot down onto Michaels’ side but Michael doesn’t seem to be loosening his grip. Henson tries reaching for the rope but it appears to be just outside his finger tips.
Gravedigger: Tap you son of a bitch!
Freddy Whoa: Who exactly are you cheering for!
Gravedigger: Neither of them! I just want to see one of them get snapped in two!
Zach Davis: Henson appearing to be having some trouble now that Michaels is showing some of that expert submissions background.
Henson begins dragging both of their bodies inch by inch towards the ropes until...ROPE BREAK! Michaels is forced to let go of the hold and back away. Henson slowly getting to his fist, trying to keep weight off the now agitated knee. Michaels smirks and does a charge of his own but Henson makes a leap with his one good leg and hits Michaels with an uppercut. Both competitors now lay on the canvas.
Zach Davis: A move of desperation out of Henson and now both men are out!
Henson and Michaels get up slowly and at the same time but Michaels is a little faster to approach and quickly circles behind Henson and attempts to lock on the Katahajime, but Henson elbows him in the gut first and whips around him to lock on a Chickenwing Crossface.
Freddy Whoa: Henson showing he has a little bit of a submissions background himself with the Chickenwing Crossface.
Zach Davis: Old school.Backlund!
Gravedigger: Tap you son of a bitch!
Henson wrenches hard on the hold but Michaels pushes back and rushes them back into the turnbuckle, causing Henson to drop the hold. Michaels starts throwing elbows behind him into the Henson’s head. The ref makes him stop. Michaels was about to walk away but Henson wraps his arm round his neck and hopes up on the second rung of the turnbuckle and wrenches back. The ref tries to break the hold but Henson refuses to let get so he begins the count.
1! 2! 3! 4!...
At four Henson let go and let Michaels fall to the ground. Henson jumps off the second rung and hits Michael with an elbow drop then goes for the cover.
Henson begins pulling at his hair! Then gets a devilish grin. He grabs Michaels’ arm and wrenches back as hard as he can.
Freddy Whoa: He is trying to break his arm! He said he was going to try break it and now he is going to put his money where his mouth is!
Michaels shifts his body and rolls Henson over into a school boy!
Zach Davis: Now Michaels almost had Henson! What a back and forth!
They both hurry to their feet again, Henson still hopping on his one leg. Michaels grabs at the injured leg and forces onto his back then turns him over in a single leg boston crab. Henson reaches out for the ropes but before he can grab it, Michaels drags him into the middle of the ring. Michael goes a step further and starts jabbing his elbow in Henson’s hurt knee. Henson tries grabbing at Michaels legs but can’t seem to get the leverage.
Gravedigger: Tap you son of a bitch!
Freddy Whoa: You are the worst!
Henson lifts himself up and forces Michaels off him by forcing his leg down. Michaels rolls out of the ring. Henson slowly gets to his feet once again and looks out to see Michaels getting off the ground. Swallowing the pain, he ignores his knees and charges then leaps between the ropes and hits Michaels with a Suicide dive!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Did you see that!
Gravedigger: I hope he busted his head in on that one.
Zach Davis: Well, whether he did or not, both of them better hurry to their feet or they are going to get counted out and we won’t have a winner of this contest.
The ref begins his count…
Both competitors start stirring.
The competitors work their way to their feet, using the apron as leverage…
Both opponents roll into the ring last second! But remain lying on the ground breathing heavily. Henson uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Michaels stirs and gets to his hands and knees. Henson having gotten to his feet takes a running charge at Michaels and kicks him in the head. He quickly sits Michaels up and….
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS DEAD VALUE!!!
Henson locks on Dead Value and stretches Michaels across his back!
Gravedigger: No! Seriously! Tap you son of a bitch!
The Ref asks Michaels if he wants to give up but Michaels shakes his head. Henson rolls once over to add damage. The refs asks again!
Freddy Whoa: Michaels looks like he is struggling!
There was a moment of hesitation but after a moment…
Zach Davis: Michaels gives up!
The ref singles for the bell but Henson holds on! The Ref tries to break the hold but once again Henson refuses and then the Ref tells him he will reverse the decision. So, Henson lets go but quickly tries to get at Michaels arm!
Freddy Whoa: He is still wanting to break that arm!
But Michaels rolls out of the ring and hurries up the ramp as Henson laughs in the ring.
Kyle Steel: Your Winner! K! L! Henson!!!!
I'm not Like Everybody Else by The Kinks starts to play and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his face getting a thunderous cheer from the crowd. He is wearing his Internet Championship belt and carrying a boot full of Zim-Quila in one hand and a tablet in the other. He types something on the tablet then tosses it into the crowd for a lucky fan however instead we just hear a loud crash. Alex shrugs then downs the drink and tosses the boot into the crowd before taking the mic from the ring announcer and entering the ring.
Alex Richards: You know normally I would just be focused on defending my internet championship here tonight. Okay, I lied. Normally I would be out here carrying a beer cannon shooting off free booze into the crowd until Seth Lerch sent security out to stop me from cutting into his beer sales anymore.
The crowd explodes into crowd at this. They love free beer, especially since a lot of the fans here might have had to sell a kidney to afford to get into the show.
Alex Richards: But you can thank Jayson Price for me having to take the serious route tonight.
The crowd boos this statement and a decent sized Fuck You Jayson chant starts up. Apparently the fans even boo people in comas.
Alex Richards: All week people have been wondering what my thoughts on Jayson Price were, did I really support him being kicked out of Pantheon. Why didn't I have anything to say on Slam last week. So tonight I'm here to set the record straight. February the 13th 2015. The night of the Internet Championship battle royal. I had just outlasted 17 other men to earn my shot at my Internet Championship. Then out comes Seth Lerch in order to take it away on a technicality. When I outlasted all those men, fought that hard, my heart just sank. Who was in my corner to stop that injustice? Absolutely no one. Then out came Corey Black. Giving the Burning Hammer to Seth Lerch, raising my hand in victory! After that I had newfound respect for Corey. He didn't have to do that! He could have just let it slide. What was I to him? Corey came out there and did the right thing because it was the right thing! At that moment I knew I truly wanted to be a member of Pantheon.
A Pantheon chant starts up, they are still clearly popular in Mexico.
Alex Richards: I should have wondered something though. Where was Jayson Price? But after what Corey did, why would I think his teammate would be the type of person who never does anything that doesn't benefit himself? Fast Forward to March 1st when Pantheon reformed. And what instantly happened the minute Pantheon reformed, Jayson Price snubbed myself, The Omega Man, the Blue Lady. He didn't think we were worthy of Pantheon. He even went so far as to sign himself at the next XIII show to fight the Blue Lady in a Taipei cage match. Once again, Jayson only had his own interests in mine. He only thought of making sure no one overshadowed Jayson Price. But again, I didn't want to see this. I just thought he wanted to make sure Pantheon was as strong as it could possibly be. Then came king of trios...
Alex shakes his head.
Alex Richards: Corey teamed up with Johnny Fly, and Steve Orbit to form two and a half black men. I teamed with the Scarecrow and Jayson Price. As soon as the tournament was announced Jayson immediately tore into Corey, claiming he was a traitor. Remember what I said about Corey at the beginning, I knew he wasn't a traitor, I knew he wasn't going to do us dirty. So I started wondering if this really about Corey being a traitor or is it about Corey beating Jayson in that two out of three falls match? Jayson wasn't a team player, Jayson didn't care about the other members of Pantheon, he only cared about himself. And when he injured Corey's elbow with that steel chair what did he want after the match? He wanted Seth to declare HIM the winner. No one else... just HIM! Not going to lie, I didn't want to see Jayson injured so badly he ended up in a coma, but kick him out of Pantheon? I'd vote to do that again in a second! The Archduke of Mass Confusion will ALWAYS stand with his team, with his family. I didn't say a word last week because for me, the choice was obvious.
I'm Not Like Everybody Else starts up again as Alex Richards exits the ring to another loud ovation.
Zach Davis: Right now we have an odd situation at hand. The match up next is a one on three on one. Oblivion takes on the team of Jimmy Wiked and BioWalker and they collectively take on Zombie McMorris.
Freddy Whoa: If you think about it, its the only way that Wiked BioWalker would stand a chance. There is a chance that Oblivion and ZMAC just kill each other.
Zach Davis: Thats true.
Gravedigger: Its just a way for Seth to make ZMAC pay for being in Imperium. He hates Imperium and ZMAC by association. Its a travesty of leadership. He's an albino Pol Pot with a bad haircut.
The lights dim as "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory hits the PA.
Zach Davis: Here comes Wicked BioWalker! They dont seem phased by the fact they have are about to do battle with ZMAC and Oblivion.
Wicked BioWalker make their way to the ring celebrating with the fans.
Zach Davis: You gotta love BioWalker. Such an endearing tag team. The Fans love them.
“ Never Gonna Stop” Hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: ZMAC, coming out to his old skool theme at ADM!
Freddie Whoa: You white boys don't know music. This is just noise.
Gravedigger: Better than that jungle music you listen to.
Zack Davis: Diger! Racist!
Gravedigger: What? I was quoting Rocky three. Is that a crime? Am I not allow to quote from the greatest Rocky film of all time? Well, aside from part five. Lets not kid ourselves.
Zack Davis: And here he comes! ZMAC drinking some O' Douls! Drink responsibly, kids.
Gravedigger: AH! Nooo! Who the hell am I suppose to root for now? My heel boner is gone. Whose the next biggest heel?
Freddie Whoa: Oblivions pretty messed up in the head.
Gravedigger: I cant root for Oblivion. That goes against my code.
Zack Davis: What code?
Gravedigger: The one that says don't root for Oblivion.
ZMAC gets body surfed to the ring by his cheering fans. Once dumped over the guard railing, ZMAC takes a moment to high five more fans and even tussle the hair of a small boy.
Gravedigger: Did you see that? I saw that! He tussled that little boys hair. Ugh, God. I'm going to be sick.
ZMAC makes his way over to commentary and high fives Zach and Freddie. ZMAC goes to highfive Gravedigger but he refuses.
Gravedigger: Your dead to me. Dead. I feel so used and dirty right now. I'm so angry I could kill myself.
ZMAC: No, don't. All you gotta do is BO-LIEVE in yourself.
Gravedigger: Thats it. I'm getting my pistol.
Gravedigger takes out a Smith and Wesson revolver and puts it in his mouth.
Zach Davis: Digger, no! We care about you.
Freddie Whoa: Speak for yourself, white boy. With him gone, I'll have extra leg room and we can split the extra bathroom break.
Zach Davis: On Second thought digger..
Gravedigger: You sons of bitches. Its only for dramatic affect I wasnt going to do it. Its not even loaded.
Zach Davis: I don't care. Get it away from me.
Zach knocks the gun away and it goes off in the air. Somewhere in the crowd, Buddy Roman curses to himself.
Gravedigger: You asshole. Which one of you put a bullet in the chamber? If I go down, you two go down with me. Like the SS Lerchitania.
ZMAC gets in the ring and high strenches on the ropes
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed American Airlines Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: YES!! Old school Oblivion!! Here we go. This is gonna get nasty!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
There are twelve HUGE muscular individuals on each side of the entrance ramp. They look like as if they were carved out of stone. They are wearing leather armor and they have their left arm across on their chests. They hold, at an angle a long metal spear, at their side. As Oblivion walks down the ramp, The "Monster Troop" roars out...
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa.
Zach Davis: Exactly.
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strike fill the American Airlines Arena. Thunder rolls.
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow has brought something evil from deep inside Oblivion.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster... The God of Insanity!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be one epic battle
Gravedigger: ..... Rip his fucking head off Oblivion!
Zach Davis: So cheering for Oblivion is against your code, huh?
Gravedigger: What are you, my mother? Oblivion is great. He's the best.
ZMAC tries to shave Oblivions hand but Oblivion leaves him hanging there but boots him in the head for good measure. ZMAC goes down as Wicked, Bio and Walker jump Oblivion from behind but Oblivion throws them off like they're nothing. Oblivion turns his attention back to ZMAC whose regrouped in the corner and lays into his with elbows to the skull. Oblivion grans ZMAC by the throat and climbs the turn buckle...
Zach Davis: Top rope choke slam!
Gravedigger: See. I told you Oblivion is MY man. I love this guy.
Broken up by Walker. Oblivion gets to his feet but Walker isnt afraid he flexs for the crowd and starts unloading on Oblivion but Oblivion just takes punch after punch. Oblivion rears back and connects with a punch of his own that drops Walker to his knees but Biohazard runs from the corner and leaps off of Walker with Tornado DDT.
Gravedigger: The monster kicks out at one!
Here comes ZMAC with a kick to the gut to Wicked and tosses him out. Followed by Walker. He stands toe to toe with Biohazard and just points.
Zach Davis: I think ZMAC has something to prove.
Freddie Whoa: ZMAC is even holding the ropes open for him.
Gravedigger: Now its just ZMAC and Oblivion. God, I hate ZMAC. Always have.
Zach Davis: Oblivion six foot five, three hundred pounds. ZMAC is six foot six, two sixty. Former friends and now they stand across from each other.
The two men start trading rights and lefts. ZMAC kicks Oblivion in the gut.
ZMAC: Boot Party!
Boot Party to Oblivion but Oblivion gets right back up and sets ZMAC up for a choke slam.
Gravedigger: Right to the outside. Right on top of Wicked Bio Walker.
Wicked Bio Walker catch ZMAC and put him on the ground. They Regroup and slide into the ring to attack Oblivion.
Jimmy Wicked with the pin.
Broken up by ZMAC
Zach Davis: ZMAC might be a nice guy right now but he still wants to win.
ZMAC starts taking on all three members of Wicked Bio Walker but quickly gets overwhelmed.
Freddie Whoa: Tyler Walker with a Pump Handle Side Slam. The Jock Jam.
Gravedigger: Broken up by Oblivion.
Zach Davis: This match is turning into a mess.
ZMAC gets to his feet and charges into the pile thats trying to take down the big monster.
Oblivion flings Wicked Bio Walker out of the ring against and it just him and ZMAC once more. The two men lock horns and jocky around the ring. Oblivion whips ZMAC off the ropes.
Zach Davis: Black hole.
ZMAC kicks out.
Oblivion picks ZMAC up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Oblivion charges but ZMAC boots him in the face. Oblivion staggers away. ZMAC hops up on the buckle and walks the ropes before leaping off for a spring board hurricanrana.
Oblivion kicks out.
Both men are down.
Zach Davis: A lot of big time moves by everyone in this match. Its starting to take its toll.
The ref counts.
Wicked BioWalker slide back into the ring and start stomping away at both Oblivion and ZMAC!
Gravedigger: The three man team gets Z-Mac out of the ring now, and they're focusing on Oblivion.
They lift Oblivion up....
Freddy Whoa: NO! Oblivion is alive!
Oblivion roars and shoves Wicked out of the ring. He snarls as Biohazard and Walker charge him.
Zach Davis: OBLIVION LIFTS EM UP!
Oblivion drops them BOTH with a 5150! He falls on top of Biohazard!
Gravedigger: OBLIVION WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Oblivion stands up, triumphant.
Freddy Whoa: The Chrono-Ripper gets the win!
Oblivion gets his arm raised before yelling at the referee who quickly retreats.
Zach Davis: Up next we have what I now believe is a no DQ falls count anywhere match between two of perhaps the most... for lack of a better word, interesting women we have ever seen here in the WCF... Katherine Phoenix and Celeste. This is going to be brutal...
Gravedigger: Oh come on we both know that Katherine Phoenix will no show this week just like she always does.
Freddy Whoa: As anyone seen Logan?
Zach Davis: Are you two finished?
Gravedigger: I am just speaking the truth!
Zach Davis: Alright, anyhow. This entire situation is a bit confusing to say the least. As we know Celeste debuted here in the WCF not so long ago and ever since, despite the fact that these two keep fighting each other, Katherine has believed that Celeste is her... what does she call it?
Gravedigger: Her BFF, Zach. Basically Katherine is just one messed up bitch and I hope to god that Celeste does us all a favor and sends her directly into retirement tonight.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Why must you always be like this, Gravedigger? Anyway whatever the case. This match is happening, and it's set to take place now! Let's get this over to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... and is a no DQ falls count anywhere match!
There are a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times, taking time to check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent ...
The house lights go down again as purple lights begin to flash all around the arena. "Kill the Lights" by The Birthday Massacre begins to play as Celeste makes her way down to the ring like a model takes to a runway. Her feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back elongate her neck and expose her jugular to tempt, to dare her opponent to either kiss or mangle her throat. Not a drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation.
Kyle Steel: From Paris, France... weighing in at 130 pounds... this is CELESTE!!!
Celeste removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic. Katherine Phoenix just remains dead still at the other end of the ring just watching Celestes every move.
DING... DING... DING!!!
Freddy Whoa: Both women just checking each other out right now, neither one making a move as of yet...
Zach Davis: I never thought I'd see Katherine Phoenix of all people look reluctant to start a fight.
Gravedigger: You know why? Because the psychotic bitch probably still thinks that Celeste is her best friend, despite the fact that she's moments away from being murdered here.
Freddy Whoa: Calling Katherine Phoenix a psychotic bitch is an insult to other psychotic bitches!
Katherine begins to pace back and forth, as a fairly large grin begins to form on her face. Katherine eyes Celeste from head to toe and nods her head as Celeste just looks disgusted by what she can see in front of her.
Freddy Whoa: Did Katherine really just tell Celeste that she loved her?
Zach Davis: I guess so. It seems she still believes that the redhead is her best friend. Katherine needs to pull herself out of this before she gets herself hurt.
Gravedigger: This psycho getting hurt would be the highlight of my night, it really would.
Zach Davis: I thought you'd be happy that she didn't no show?
Gravedigger: Bah. Knowing Katherine, she'll probably just say that this is one of her Mexican stunt doubles or something equally retarded.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Katherine holds her hand out to Celeste as if to acknowledge their friendship, Celeste just looks at her with disgust and she sends a vicious SLAP across Katherines face.
That slap staggers the dark haired woman back.
Zach Davis: Whoa! Did you hear that slap? I felt that over here!
Gravedigger: Haha, this is great!
Katherine holds her cheek from the slap as Celeste just stands there, waiting for her opponent to respond. Katherine shakes off the pain and pushes Celeste quite hard in her chest making her take a few steps back.
Katherine Phoenix: Why must you always push me, Red? I'm like the only friend you have here! Stop being a bad mood bear!!!
For a moment it looked as if Celeste was actually thinking about what Katherine had just yelled at her... and then she charged at Katherine sending a right hand hard right into her jaw. Katherine falls back a few steps and then steps back at Celeste with anger in her eyes, this didn't scare Celeste however as she just sends another right hand right into Katherines face. Katherine falls back against the turnbuckle and immediately rebounds clotheslining the redhead hard down onto the mat.
Zach Davis: Yes!!! Katherine almost took Celestes head off with that clothesline! The crazed brunette is fighting back after all!
Gravedigger: She's an idiot. She actually thinks she stands a chance against Celeste here? Give me a break.
Katherine jumps down on top of Celeste and begins to attack her in any way she can possibly think of, sending lefts and rights down into her face, clawing at her flesh, pulling her hair... anything and everything. Celeste finally manages to block one of the attacks and grabs Katherine by her hair pulling it and sending a hard headbutt straight into the brunette's temple. Katherine looks a bit dazed, as somehow Celeste manages to pick Katherine up off the floor, despite the fact that Katherine was on top of her and throws her down onto the ground. Celeste stands above Katherine and sends a vicious kick into her ribs ... and another, and another. Katherine rolls on the canvas a bit as she grits her teeth in pain. Katherine attempts to push herself up off the floor but Celeste is still on her, the redhead sends a hard boot into Katherine's face. Celeste picks Katherine up and hits her with a vicious DDT. Katherine crashes into the mat and Celeste quickly rolls back to her feet. She picks Katherine up off the floor and throws her through the ropes onto the outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: And they're taking this to the outside, the fans nearest the action better be careful.
Freddy Whoa: Celeste looks to be the aggressor here, but you'd be foolish to count Katherine out in this match. She may be a little bit... different, but she can become very dangerous when she wants to be.
Gravedigger: Katherine? Different? The girl is a psycho!! She's absolutely certifiable!! She should be locked up!! She deserves anything and everything Celeste does to her here!!
Celeste follows Katherine to the outside and quickly goes after her. However just as Celeste was about to grab Katherine, Katherine snatches a couple of full plastic cups of beer off of a couple of the nearby fans and throws it over Celeste, drenching the majority of her upper body. Katherine immediately starts to laugh as the nearby fans start to wolf whistle and take pictures of a wet Celeste, who completely drenched.
Gravedigger: On second thought maybe Katherine isn't so bad after all.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>***
Katherine: Here, Red. Dry yourself off!!!
Katherine grabs hold of a nearby "Joey Flash sucks" sign one of the nearby fans was holding and throws it at a still drenched Celeste, closely following the sign with a superman punch straight into Celestes forehead. Celeste wobbles on her feet a bit and then finally charges at Katherine, wrapping her arms around her and sending her crashing hard against the guardrail. There is a sickening crack as Katherine's spine buckles against the steel. Many of the crowd gasp in horror. Katherine screams out in agony as she clutches her back. Celeste again rises to her feet to another chorus of boos. She watches Katherine suffer on the outside floor ... stalking her like prey.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous! Is any of this necessary? Keep it in the ring for Pete's sake! There is no need for any of this.
Gravedigger: Really? You're complaining about this? Really?! You DO know this is a no DQ falls count anywhere match, right?
Zach Davis: Yes of course I do. But, do they really need to try and kill each other here? Come on!
Celeste smirks a bit as Katherine lays there on the cold floor not moving and holding her back in pain. Celeste shakes her head at the downed Katherine and slowly walks over to the ring and looks under it for a weapon. Finally Celeste pulls out a fairly large thick steel pipe, the crowd nearby just gasping at her weapon choice. However, to Celestes surprise, Katherine stubbornly begins crawling, using the very same guardrail she'd been nearly broken in half over, to pull herself to her feet. It takes her a little bit, but she manages to get back to a vertical base. Celeste practically snarls at Katherine as she charges at her with the steel pipe in hand and attempts to take her head clean off with it. However, just in time Katherine manages to duck the weapon and hits a spear on Celeste, both girls hitting the floor hard and the weapon rolling out of Celestes hand.
Freddy Whoa: Had Celeste hit Katherine with that pipe just then, I have a feeling that this one would be over already. Katherine may have been very badly hurt right there.
Gravedigger: Really?! Damn!! Why did she have to duck...
Zach Davis: Oh shut up. Try calling this match cleanly for once why don't you.
Katherine sits up on the floor and looks across at the steel pipe which Celeste had just attempted to use. Katherine just shakes her head in an almost disappointed way, before she jumps back up onto her feet and grabs Celeste up off the floor. Katherine just grabs Celeste by her long red hair and drags her over to a nearby ring post, throwing her head first into it. Katherine grabs her head again and slams it back into the post. She repeats this one ... two ... three ... four .... FIVE times! Each time Celeste's skull cracks into the post there is a sickening crack. Celestes face is now covered in her own blood as Katherine just drops her body, Celeste falling lifelessly onto the floor.
Zach Davis: Why isn't Katherine covering her? Celeste is out cold and she's just standing there grinning at her! This is unbelievable!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>***
Gravedigger: Katherine may be stupid but even she knows that if she pinned Celeste here the match would be over and she would have to stop spending time with the gorgeous redhead.
Freddy Whoa: Mmhmmmm talking of spending time together... it looks like Katherine is making her way over here, Digger.
Gravedigger: Oh great.
Katherine smiles big as she slowly walks over towards the announce table. She quickly grabs the headset off Freddy Whoa, who looks quite upset with her, doing so and sits down on the table, just in front of Gravedigger placing the headset on her own head.
Katherine Phoenix: Hiya Digger Bear! Soooooo... what do you make of the match so far? Fun right?
Gravedigger: Yeah it looks fun, you better get back to it.
Zach Davis: Why aren't you pinning Celeste, Katherine? You could have won this thing by now...
Katherine Phoenix: Pfffffft! Why would I want to pin her? We're having too much fun to end it so soon. Celeste just got a bit tired is all, she's taking a nap right now, bless her heart.
Zach Davis: A nap? You nearly took her head off throwing her into that ring post!
Gravedigger: Yeah! You should have let her attack you with that pipe! How selfish of you!
Katherine Phoenix: Oh I did not. Red just told me that she'd never seen a ring post up close before, so I showed her one... several times. Wasn't that nice of me?
Zach Davis: Uh huh...
As Katherine licks some blood of her fingers, she can see that Celeste is trying to pick herself up off the floor grabbing hold of the ring apron.
Katherine Phoenix: Well I'll talk to you boys later, looks like a certain red furred bear has just woken up from her nap.
Katherine practically skips around the ring to where Celeste was and just as she was about to help pick her up off the floor, when Celeste quickly grabs the steel pipe she had just a few moments ago which was conveniently laying nearby and slams it right into Katherine gut.
Katherine immediately falls into the ring gasping for air, as Celeste again slams the pipe down against Katherine's spine. The brunette screaming out in complete agony. An extremely evil looking grin spreads across Celeste's face, as she tosses the pipe to the side and boots Katherine in her ribs just to check she was still conscious. Celeste then grabs Katherine and picks her up off the floor, throwing her under the bottom rope into the ring.
Zach Davis: Katherine is in trouble here.
Katherine attempts to pull herself up to get away from an enraged Celeste but the redhead is all over her, slapping the back of her head just berating the dark haired woman.
Celeste: Are you that stupid? You fucking bitch! Stay down!
Katherine continues to try and pick herself up off the floor as Celeste, with blood streaming down her face, just keeps on trying to literally slap the sense into Katherine. The redhead grabs her by her hair and almost snarls into Katherine's face as she punches her hard across her jaw. Blood immediately flies out of Katherine's nose and mouth as the brunette stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle. Blood pours down both of their faces.
Celeste: Why get up Katherine? You really think you can beat me?! You must be even crazier than I thought!
Zach Davis: And now Celeste is trash talking Katherine! If there's one thing we've learned, in the past, it's that doing this to Katherine is NOT a good idea!
Gravedigger: Oh please. What's she going to do? Attack her with her teddy bears?
Celeste steps closer to Katherine and is about to attack her again, as the brunette just grabs both of her ears with her hands and starts screaming to herself.
Katherine Phoenix: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! NO! NO! NO!
Katherine pushes herself away from the corner still having what appears to be a shouting match with herself. She shakes her head back and forth clasping her ears and digging her own fingernails into them as she keeps screaming in a crazed state.
Lilith: I WON'T! I WON'T! I WON'T!! SHUT UP! SHE'S MY FRIEND!!! SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME!!!
Zach Davis: Katherine appears to have lost it here... She's... it appears as if she's arguing with herself? What's going on...
Gravedigger: How many times do I have to tell you? The bitch is crazy! Celeste needs to put her down and out of her misery already!
Celeste marches over to Katherine and spins her around sending another hard slap across her face. Katherine's head jolts backwards but then immediately shoots back as she glares almost through the confused redhead. The look on Katherine's face has completely changed as she practically growls at Celeste. The redhead tries to hit Katherine again but Katherine blocks the attack and just wraps her hands around Celestes neck, digging her claws into her flesh. Katherine doesn't appear at all the same or that she was even in control of her actions right now as she digs her long claw like nails into Celestes throat harder than she'd ever gripped anyone before. The crowd is on their feet oddly giving Katherine their full support.
Zach Davis: DEATH GRIP!!! Katherine has it locked in! Celestes face is turning blue! This might be over right here!
Gravedigger: No! Get out of it Celeste! Come on!!!
Celeste is forced down to one knee as she desperately gasps for air. Her face turns blue and then purple as she was being suffocated by the crazed woman. Celeste rips at Katherines hand, trying to pry it free. Katherine continues to choke the life out of her as she somehow wrenches her grip even deeper! Celeste's eyes begin rolling back into her head, as she fights against the grip.
Zach Davis: This is it! She's about to win this, Katherine Phoenix is about to beat Celeste!
Gravedigger: No! No no no no! Katherine can not win! She will never shut up about it! Trust me!! Katherine Phoenix never shuts up about anything!!!
Freddy Whoa: Is she unconscious? Celeste looks like she's passed out! This thing is over...
Suddenly the house lights go down.
Gravedigger: Hey!! What's going on?!
A slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach.
Zach Davis: LOGAN!!! Logan is here! He's come back to witness Katherines victory here tonight!
Gravedigger: This is sickening...
Zach Davis: No! What's she doing? Katherine Phoenix just let go of Celeste.
The music continues to play with the house lights down at Katherine walks over to the ring ropes grinning at the top of the ramp waiting for her "Logi Bear" to make his way down to the ring. Suddenly, the house lights come back up and the music stops playing as Katherine looks around the arena confused.
Zach Davis: What? Where is he? Where's Logan?
Gravedigger: This psychotic bitch probably killed him. That's where he is.
Zach Davis: That's not funny.
Freddy Whoa: Watch out Katherine! Turn around!
Celeste suddenly charges at Katherine and wraps a thick piece of rope around her neck, which she had pulled out from her bra.
Zach Davis: The Nothing!!!
Gravedigger: Haha yes!!! This one is over! Time to go to sleep Katherine! Nite-nite***!!!
Katherine immediately grabs at the rope as she's pulled backwards away from the ring ropes. Katherine tries anything and everything she can think of to try and get Celeste off of her as her air was slowly being cut off, her face turning blue. Katherine falls to her knees as she digs her nails into Celestes hand trying to claw her away but her arm eventually goes limp and she collapses onto the floor with Celeste still choking the life right out of her.
Zach Davis: This one is over!
The referee inspects Katherine and eventually determines that she is no longer capable of continuing this match and rings for the bell.
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... CELESTE!!!
Another wave of boos hits Celeste as her music begins to play, but the ferocious redhead refuses to break the hold. The referee attempts to pull Celeste off of an unconscious Katherine but Celeste just remains choking her out. After several minutes Celeste finally breaks the hold tossing the piece of rope aside. Katherines lifeless body falls onto the mat as Celeste rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone off of the time keeper. Celestes signals for her music to be cut off as she slowly makes her way up the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Celeste signalling for her music to be cut off here. What's she up to...
Gravedigger: I actually have no idea.
Zach Davis: Really? That's not like you.
Celeste stands at the top of the entrance ramp looking back at a still downed Katherine as the crowd just boo her like crazy. The redhead finally raises the microphone up as she continues to ignore the crowd.
Celeste: I despise you Katherine, I hate your name on my tongue and the taste of bile that springs to my mouth every time I see your putrid face. But I don't want you to get upset here. This? This whole thing between us? It isn't over. I know you're hurting right now so I'll keep this short and sweet. I want you dead. I will not be happy until I have seen every last drop of your disgusting blood leave your body. And I know what you'll do, Katherine. You'll think up some pathetic little line to laugh this off or some other nonsense you'd usually come out with, but let me just tell you this... I am now and I will forever be much better than you. I will always be a minimum of two steps ahead of you and I will be your undoing. I...
A slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. The crowd immediately get up onto their feet as they go crazy hearing Logans familiar theme.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Logan. He has obviously heard enough of this Celeste just going off on his "Lilo".
Gravedigger: I hope he no shows again, that'd be great!
Logan pushes his way through the curtains as the crowd continue to go crazy. He walks aggressively down towards Celeste and just stands inches away from the redhead with a grin on his face.
Zach Davis: What's going on here?
Gravedigger: This... this is interesting.
Celeste gives Katherine one last wicked grin and grabs Logan around his head proceeding to make out hot and heavy. The crowd explodes with shock.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Katherine watches as both Celeste and Logan collapse down on the entrance ramp and proceed to have a mock sexual experience. Katherine attempts to pick herself up off the floor, obviously heart broken as she looks up at the couple in disbelief.
Zach Davis: I can't even believe this. I have no words for what we're seeing right now. Katherine has been searching for Logan for weeks, she even dedicated this match to him! And he does this?! This is unbelievable!
Gravedigger: Really? This is Logan we're talking about! ...and for the first time in my career I actually envy him right now! That lucky son of a bitch!
Katherine finally manages to pick herself up off the floor as she practically growls just staring directly at Celeste with pure hatred in her eyes. Celeste and Logan quickly pick themselves up off the floor and exit the arena as quickly as they possibly can, Celeste only in her bra now. Phoenix goes full meltdown mode. She storms over to a corner and proceeds to rip off the turnbuckle covering, throwing the pad hard into the crowd. Katherine grabs the cameraman who was unlucky enough to be stood in the ring with her and just full on attacks him, the camera crashing down to the floor. She hits a very hard looking DDT on the poor man before rolling out of the ring. She immediately looks under the ring, grabbing random things, like metal chairs, throwing them around.
Zach Davis: It looks like Katherine Phoenix is having a complete meltdown!!
Katherine grabs the covering for under the ring and proceeds to rip it off.
Gravedigger: I told everyone that Katherine Phoenix is one crazy bitch!!
Freddy Whoa: OH CRAP!! SHE'S COMING OVER HERE!!
Katherine Phoenix leaps in the air and flies forward, smashing Gravedigger in the face with a flying clothesline, knocking a caught off guard Gravedigger backwards.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! KATHERINE PHOENIX JUST KNOCKED DOWN GRAVEDIGGER!! AND SHE NOT DONE YET!!
Katherine unleashes a load of extremely hard rights and left directly down into Gravediggers face and proceeds to dig her claw-like nails into his flesh and scratch extremely hard down his cheeks and neck. She finishes it up by sending one final right hook into Gravediggers jaw before pushing herself off of the legend and sending a very hard kick into his side before she leaves the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: My god! Gravedigger are you alright?
Phoenix continues her tirade as she walks past a downed Gravedigger and walks up to the security railing, a couple of fans proceed to scream, yell and make fun of a defeated Katherine Phoenix...
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?! Katherine Phoenix just struck a wrestling fan!!!
Fan #2: HEY BITCH, YOU CANNOT DO THAT!!
Katherine Phoenix: WATCH ME!!
Phoenix struck another fan, knocking him down too. Katherine flies back into the ring and runs to a nearby corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and rages towards the crowd.
Zach Davis: I've never seen Katherine so furious... I really hope Logan and Celeste know what they've done here...
Katherine continues to screams and yell, while yanking on her own hair, not realizing that Celeste has just climbed inside the ring behind her....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Celeste just nailed Katherine Phoenix on the back with that damn metal pipe!!
Katherine collapses down to the ring mat. Celeste picks up Katherine Phoenix....
Gravedigger: WHAT THE HELL?! DID THAT CRAZY BITCH ATTACK ME?! GOOD!! IT LOOKS LIKE SHES GETTING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DESERVES!!
Celeste has Katherine in a rear naked choke.
Zach Davis: "Take your breath away"!! Katherine is flailing around, trying to break away from this vicious attack.
Celeste drops Katherine Phoenix to the mat, as Logan walks up to the ring and holds the ropes up so Celeste can exit the ring. Both of Logan and Celeste laugh and point at a fallen Katherine Phoenix. They turn around and walk up the entrance ramp, holding hands. They eventually exit the entrance stage again leaving a downed Katherine Phoenix in the ring.
The crowd seems to be a loss for words, as a hush murmur is heard.
Zach Davis: WOW!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Suddenly a voice comes over the arena.
Voice: Naughty Phoenix now you shall be punished as well.
Thousands of tampons come from the rafters falling right on top of Phoenix knocking her to the mat and then a thick red liquid comes falling on top.
Voice: Act like its your time of the month and you'll be treated so. Stay out of FIST business.
"My Way" by Limp Bizkit starts playing as the FIST logo appears on the WCFtron. The fans are laughing at Katherine Phoenix as she is still unconscious but covered in red goo and tampons.
Zach Davis: Unfortunately, we have to move on as it looks like the paramedics are coming down to the ring to help out Katherine Phoenix. Coming up the WCF People's Championship match. Vulgar verses Scarecrow. Or perhaps a Katherine Phoenix segment if she can wake up in the next ten seconds perhaps.
Gravedigger: I sure hope not.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know, guys, I've just been informed that Seth has ordered a ten minute commercial for Taco Bell.
We cut backstage to find Katherine Phoenix storming down a hallway, visibly in a rage from earlier tonight.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! Katherine Phoenix regained her composure fast enough to make sure she got her segment in! What does she have to say?
Hank Brown is seen trying to catch up but Katherine ignores him as she continues onward.
Hank Brown: Ms. Phoenix! Can we get a statement abo...Ms. Phoenix, could you slow down a bit? Ms...
Just as Katherine was about to make a turn around a corner, K. L. Henson jumps out from behind it with a wide smile and his arms spread out asif to say 'surprise!' causing Phoenix to stop in her tracks.
K. L. Henson: Congratulations on finding Logan!
Katherine's face goes red which causes Henson to look a little confused.
K. L. Henson: Are you feeling alright? You don't look too good. No matter! You found Logan and that is all that matters! I can't imagine how happy you must be right now!...Well, literally can't because, well, you know, mental chemistry, can't empathize and such...But I also mean that encouragingly as well. Either way, I just...
Before Henson could finish his statement, Katherine, having been more and more red as she remained silent, let out a primal scream before grabbing Hank Brown and throwing him against. Then she repeatedly kicks him in the gut. After a moment of this, breathing slightly heavy, Katherine backs away from Hank and turns back to Henson who has a look of surprise.
K. L. Henson: He said something stupid, didn't he? That Hank Brown never knows when to keep his mouth shut.
Katherine storms passed Henson.
K. L. Henson: Where are you going?...Stupid Hank, ruining everything...
Henson walks off as the camera follows. He enters his locker room and takes a seat on a folding chair. He is about to pull something out of his locker when Katherine Phoenix bursts in with a cellphone in hand and a wide grin. Obviously in much better spirits than just moments ago.
Katherine Phoenix: So I was thinking about what you said about how everything has a silver lining. And so I just wanted you to listen to this phone call of mine. You know Jeff Purse? Well apparently his girl was nice enough to talk to me on the phone so I thought I'd do just that.
K. L. Henson: I would be happy to listen in. Can't hurt any, I imagine.
Katherine dials the number and puts the phone on loud speaker as she listens to it ring and then eventually Kari answers the phone with her bright cheerful voice.
Katherine Phoenix: Hi Kari! It's Katherine here. Jeff told me that you didn't mind me calling you?
Kari: Hi Katherine. How are you doing?
Katherine Phoenix: I'm doing fine thanks darling. I just wanted to call you to tell you that... well... I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to take a fucking knife and slice your fucking stomach open with it and wear your guts as a fucking hat. And then I'm going to go after the remainder of your previous little family.
A click is heard as the phone goes dead, once again Katherine grins as she turns to the man stood next to her.
Katherine Phoenix: Well what did you think about that, Koala Lion? I figured Kari didn't have a knife slice her up before... and she definitely didn't have her guts out of her body... so she should be happy, right?
Henson rubs his chin for a moment as he ponders.
K. L. Henson: Well, from what I know, people like their organs inside their body but I guess that is a personal preference. I think you could have gone about it in a much calmer and more approachable way but I have to say that I am pleased that you are trying to see the world from my view.
Henson smiles a grin comparable to Phoenix's.
K. L. Henson: And I have to say that this will be quite the interesting experience! You have sent the ball rolling, forever altering the worldline! Yes, this is very good. This will be interesting to see. I am sure Jeff Purse will catch wind of this and want answers! Exciting! Aren't you excited? This is a brilliant occasion in personal-social-anthropology! Yes, I see it now.
Henson puts his fingers to his temples as he thinks out the scenario.
K. L. Henson: After a moment of pure panic stricken terror, she will gather her senses and call Jeff. His Sympathetic Nervous System will react and he will get the urge for vengeance and he will most definitely come after you. That is how usual things go unless something gets in the way. Brilliance! What do you have planned in response?
Katherine gives the man a cocky grin.
Katherine Phoenix: What am I gonna do? The same thing I do every night, Pinky... try and take over the world! But no in all seriousness I'm probably just going to go track down Logan and his pretty little girlfriend, kill them... punch a few people in the face on my way and maybe hurt Jeff Purse too. You know... the usual stuff. And of course they should all be happy with that because none of them were in pain before I decided to hurt them, right? Right?! You're welcome to join me by the way, Koala Lion... you seem like the kinda guy who enjoys giving people new things and errrrr showing people silver linings and what not. Fun stuffs!
Henson ponders again before nodding to himself.
K. L. Henson: Sure, sounds like my kind of a fun time. Get people out of their droned out state and fuck with the order of things. I've never been one to turn down an interesting opportunity, especially one with so much potential for possibilities and chaos! Plus, if there is going to be a hurricane, why not be at the center of it? Right? You definitely know how to live, Ms. Phoenix! Never wait for life to come your way, that's for sure!
Katherine nods her head and actually appears to genuinely smile at K. L. Henson before grabbing hold of the door handle ready to leave his room.
Katherine Phoenix: Right, right... Well anyway I'll be in touch. We should go out for cookies or something when I've washed the blood of my hands. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm late for a date and I really must hurry... well I say date... its more like attempted murder but I make it fun. I'll talk to you later, Koala Lion.
Katherine pushes down the door handle and leaves the room closing the door behind her. In the background K. L. Henson suddenly hears a crash and someone yell out in pain.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh stop crying. You didn't have boiling hot coffee all over you before! You should be happy that I gave you something new. Who were you taking that to anyway? Seth? I'll take it for you... you just remain crying on the floor, you seem pretty good at doing that at least.
Darkness floods into the arena like air rushing into a vacuum. For several moments the crowd is left vulnerable; skittish women cling to their purses, lest some opportunistic monster comes to tear them away. Before anybody can be truly afraid, however, a blinding, ethereal light bursts from the entranceway and unnerving music begins to fill the air. The crowd sees a figure emerge onto the walkway, silhouetted against the glaring fluorescence. As he creeps his way along to the ring, several fans in the front row are able to make out his features and recoil in disgust.
He’s a monster, but of a much worse variety than the women were worried about.
Zach Davis: Vulgar is a frightening individual, fellas. And damn me to Hades for saying this, but I dare say that he reminds one of the infamous SwitchFever in terms of his sheer disregard for the value of human life and willingness to do whatever it takes to destroy his enemies. Plus they're both creepy mofos.
Gravedigger: Well he's a deranged specimen no doubt, is this Vulgar fella, but he's got a long way to go to compete with SwitchFever. Now if he can knock off Scarecrow tonight and get hisself that People's Strap? Then he'll give my chub a reason to come out and play.
Freddy Whoa: And wouldn't that be wild, wouldn't it truly be something if one of the most dangerous and reviled members of the roster should capture the People's Championship? One would have to harken back to the reign of the aforementioned SwitchFever himself to find such an antithetical embodiment of the Dub Cee Eff Loyal as its champ-YUN.
The house lights die. The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena. Blue spotlights dancing across the screaming faces of those in attendance as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo.
A moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful cry:
“Dub Cee DEAF...Let the world hear you SCREAM!”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request:
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
A moment passes, then...
“Now you're time has come. The storm of iron in the sky”
Motorhead’s, “Brotherhood Of Man”, kicks in. As the ominous chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; A Murder of Crows delivered to victim after victim in the ring. Kick, Wham, Stunner...they're gone baby, GONE.
A moment later, and Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, hulking silhouette. His countenance eclipsed by blue smoke and light. Beside him appears his manager, Roxxi Chainsaw. Hand on hips. Pouting with playful evil.
“War and Murder come again. Lucky if you die”
The arena lights raise to a huge POP. Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail and depth as he begins his focused procession down the ramp. He's wearing a black, customized hoodie over his fight gear. Roxxi swaggers beside him. That insane grin on her face, a mask of dark pleasures.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! Accompanied to the ring by The Switchblade Siren, Roxxi Chainsaw! From The lost highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The Scarecrow soaks up the cheers from the crowd before entering the ring, adjusting his taped right hand once again as a way of foreshadowing his finishing maneuver. Roxxi follows, snarling at the camera.
Scarecrow removes his hoodie and hands it to Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits the crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before climbing back down and waving his opponent on; leaning back against the ring post as he assumes a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Zach Davis: There he is! The Murdah Machine! The Scarecrow! The reigning Dub Cee Eff People's Champ-YUN! This man is the longest reigning singles champion on the active roster right now, and while some folks might argue that he hasn't defended his strap a whole lot, lemme axe you sum-FIN: Who the hell has stepped up to the plate and challenged this man for a shot at his belt?
Gravedigger: Crickets, Zach. CRICK-ITZ!
Zach Davis: Egg-ZACH-lee, my manz. Nobody has been crazy enough to fight Scarecrow... until tonight, and that crazy mofo's name is Vulgar.
Freddy Whoa: Vulgar certainly looks like he's ready to get his dick wet in some rarified Pantheon ass poon. Let's see whether that was a smart gamble or a big mistake on his part.
Referee Zip Wingdinger moderates the action as Scarecrow and Vulgar move in for the lock-up. Scarecrow wants to assert his massive size and strength advantage, but Vulgar wisely chips away at the big NEW YAWKUH's legs with quick kicks. Vulgar follows up with a chop block that staggers the champ-YUN but does not bring him down.
Zach Davis: Shoot kick to the liver!
Gravedigger: Drop kick to the knee!
Freddy Whoa: Savate kick! Vulgar is busting out dem French MAH-SHULL AHTS kicks on the champ-YUN!
Scarecrow takes the pain and smiles but Vulgar ain't lettin up-- no, no, not at all. He's keepin on the attack with an eye gouge--
Zip Wingdinger: Hey! VUL-GUH! None o' dat dirty stuff or I'll dequalify ya!
Vulgar pays no mind to Zip's diatribe and instead launches himself off the ropes with a head of steam and that--
Zach Davis: Scarecrow is finally down and Vulgar attempts the pin!
With the crowd firmly behind him--
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Scarecrow be Hulking up and shunning them Vulgar attacks.
PUNCH TO DA FACE-- NAH, SCARECROW NO SELLS IT!
CHOP TO DA THROAT-- NAH, SCARECROW NO SELLS IT!
KICK TO DA BALLZ-- NAH, SCARECROW BLOCKED THAT SHIT!
Zach Davis: MEAT HOOK CLOTHES LINE DOT GIF!
Gravedigger: FEED_ME_MORE! DOT EMM-PEE-FOUR! Seriously, these nachos are incredible.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow damn near took that man's head off! Vulgar was nearly beheaded!
Zach Davis: Has The People's Champion sworn allegiance to ISIS?!!?
Scarecrow wastes no time in scooping Vulgar up from the mat, charging from the corner AND--
NO! KICK OUT
Vulgar rolls out of the ring to regroup after the near-fall. Meanwhile, Scarecrow plays up to the crowd with hand jibes and Macho posturing.
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Without warning, Scarecrow bursts out of his taunting mode and flies through the ropes with a suicide dive--
Vulgar was there with steel chair in hand and he busted Scarecrow's block open!
Zach Davis: What the hell! This ain't HAHD GORE rules! That's a D-Q!
Gravedigger: Nah, NAH! Ha, this is brill-YUNT. The ref was distracted by them Quadruple ZZZZ knockers that Vulgar planted in the fifteenth row and he completely missed that chair shot. It was a set-up, Davis! It was a set-up from the beginning!
Freddy Whoa: Damn those titties! I mean DAY-YUM!
As Freddy excuses himself from the announce table to proceed with his motorboating consortium on them tittays, Vulgar follows up his advantage with a Russian legsweep into the fan barrier--
SHADES OF RAVEN
and a double leg slam right onto the ground.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow's brains might be scrambled after this onslaught by Vulgar! He's a college educated man, and we know how eloquent the Scarecrow can be-- but after this? The Crow might be a straight up bird brain!
Gravedigger: Puns are funny, Zach, not to mention punishing, and that's precisely what we're seeing right now-- PUN-NISH-MENT as delivered by Vulgar unto The People's Champ-YUN.
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Vulgar whips Scarecrow into the ring post with zeal--
before rolling the champ-YUN into the ring
Vulgar: Zip, I'm pinning this fool! Eyes off them tits and on the match, ya maw-fawk!
Vulgar pins. Zip counts.
NO!! KICK OUT
Zach Davis: Scarecrow barely got that shoulder up! He's a fighter! He's a champion for a reason! But he's taking a beating from the ever determined and extremely dangerous Vulgar!
Gravedigger: This is where we'll find out whether the Scarecrow has been all hype and bluster with his reign as Peep's Champ or whether he's the real deal. This is a defining moment for that MURDAH MURK-SHEEN, yo.
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
The Mexican fans know who they want to see as People's Champion, but Vulgar ain't listening. He ain't hearin' they jibbah-jabbah as he pulls Scarecrow's body from the mat and signals for the--
CANCER POWDUH! DAT RED SHEET!
Zach Davis: Vulgar whipped that powduh that red sheet in Scarecrow's eyes just as it looked like he was setting up for his finish! I think even the ref is blinded but Vulgar don't care! He's cackling madly as that shit burns Scarecrow's eyes!
Gravedigger: That red shit does look nasty but seriously-- it ain't any worse than eatin them Mac Donald's BURGUHS.
Zach Davis: I hear thee, Digz-- I'm a Denny's man myself.
Gravedigger: Nigguh plz. You ain't never slammed a Slamburgah in yo raggedy ass Howdy Doody lookin kinda life.
And now NOW Vulgar's going for that finish.
Zach Davis: Imminent Death! Vulgar's got that nerve puncturing joint locked in! Scarecrow's in deep deep DOO DOO right now! He better get hisself some o' dat Yoohoo Choco Drank gurl or this match much like his title reign gonna be gone girl GAWN!
Gravedigger: Scarecrow is a big strong man but between the cancer that's now riddling his body, the punishment that he's already absorbed and the fact that Vulgar be crankin on his shit with that Vulcan nerve pinch, it might be THA END indeed for Mistuh Murda Mack-sheen.
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Roxxi be doin her damnedest to cheer on her man with the backing chorus of eighty-thousand rabid Mexican cannibals
Zach Davis: Can Scarecrow dig deep one MOE time and get hisself outta this pre-dick-uh-mint?
Scarecrow be diggin', diggin', DIGGIN'--
Gravedigger: He stealin' my gimmick!
Nah, son, he ain't diggin' graves, he be diggin' toward them ropes tryna save his title reign and sheet.
Zach Davis: He's almost there! Vulgar is fighting like a demon to drag him back to the center of the ring, but Scarecrow's strength and determination are willing him toward a rope-break!
Vulgar, sensing that Scarecrow's Death might not be so Imminent after all, releases the hold and unleashes a flurry of elbow strikes to Scarecrow's prone cranium--
Gravedigger: This is what I'm talking about-- Vulgar knew that Scarecrow was making a comeback and so he stopped that sheet dead in its tracks!
Zach Davis: Scarecrow still fighting' though!
Scarecrow be answering each of Vulgar's elbows with pummeling power shots of his own to the body. Scarecrow be up to his knees PUNCH PUNCH WHAM up to his feet PUNCH PUNCH WHAM finally he get a head-a steam off the ropes and YAKUZA KICK WHAM
Zach Davis: Murdah Machine ain't dead yet! The People's Champ still has life and this crowd is behind him one-hunny, furrealz!
Scarecrow whips Vulgar into the turnbuckles, ties him up Tree of Woe style and then BLAM DOUBLE FOOT STOMP. Vulgar be all kinds of fudged up from two-hunnid and fitty-ate pounds stompin on his braindrainium.
Vulgar tryna get back to his feet, trying to regain his equilibrium, but Scarecrow be one step ahead--
Zach Davis: Scarecrow be all ovuh Vulgar now! He goin HAM wit dem mounted punches now! Ref be tryna tell him "NO CLOSED FISTS, MURDA MONSTUH!" but Scarecrow ain't hearin' it!
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Gravedigger: He wants that finish now! He's done playin with Vulgar, he's ready to take this kid to school!
Scarecrow is back to his feet and he's stalking Vulgar now-- the crowd knows what this is. They're ready for it. They're CHANTING for it. They're ready to bust a nut for it.
SCARE CROW POUNCES
Vulgar counters with the T-bone suplex!
Scarecrow counters and this time
/KICK_WHAM_MURDAH_OF_CROWS.exe for duh dubz
Zach Davis: WOW! Scarecrow wins it!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Them titties was spectacular!
Gravedigger: DAMN! Scarecrow just did dat sheet, yo! True champ-YUN!
Zach Davis: We've just received word that there is a fight going on backstage right now. We're trying to get the cameras back there now...
Gravedigger: A backstage fight? My favorite!
The cameras cut backstage to find Katherine Phoenix being carried out of the arena by several backstage security guards. Laying on the floor near her are several backstage crewmen.
Katherine Phoenix: Who's laughing now huh?! Who's fucking laughing now!!! Get your fucking hands off of me!!! What you trying to? Protect Logan and Celeste or something?! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!!! I will burn this fucking place to the ground!!! I will end you all!!! You're all fucking worthless!!! FUCK YOU!!!
In the background Seth Lerch is seen limping towards Katherine, several other security guards protecting him.
Seth Lerch: Get her out of my arena! Get her out now!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Yeah get me out! Throw me out into the cold! You trying to protect your little buddy, Seth? You trying to protect little Logi Bear?! Good fucking luck!!! You can't protect him forever!!!
Seth Lerch: Get her out!!!
Katherine is finally carried out into the backstage parking lot and throw onto the floor by the security guards as they Slam the door in her face. Katherine immediately picks herself up and looks at the exit she had just been thrown out of.
Katherine Phoenix: You can't hide him forever Seth! I will get him and his pretty little girlfriend too!!! Fuck each and every one of you!!!
Katherine is about to storm off out of the arena until she sees someone standing nearby her smoking a cigarette.
Katherine Phoenix: I bet you think this is real funny don't you... You Zione Reddington wannabe asshole!
Howard just scoffs and rolls his eyes, voice showing a complete lack of amusement.
Howard Black: Zione and I fought nothing similar, Katherine. We looked nothing similar. You can try harder than that.
Katherine immediately gets into Howard's face, anger and pure evil just pouring out of her.
Katherine Phoenix: You know how you and Zione are similar though, Howie? You're both fucking worthless and easily forgettable! Easily fucking forgettable. I mean I could fucking crush you right here, right now and no one would give a shit. Not even your pathetic little worthless asshole son!
Howard drops the cigarette at this, his face turning to a scowl, and raising a hand between them.
Howard Black: Okay, you know what? You're out of line. I'm not dealing with this.
Howard turns towards the building.
Howard Black: Security!
Katherine immediately starts laughing as she grabs Howard around his neck, pulling him back and pinning him against the nearby wall.
Katherine Phoenix: Awwwww what's wrong, Howie? Did I hurt your feelings? Do you need others to fight your battles for you? Is that it? Awwwww! Is that why you joined that worthless fucking group you're in? Surely it must upset you to know that you'll always be the weak link in your adorable little group? I mean Occulo is fucking worthless so what the hell does that make you?!
Katherine squeezed harder as she practically growled into Howards face.
Katherine Phoenix: Do you want me to put you out of your misery, Howie? Do you?! I could do that for you. I could end it all right here.
Howard wastes no time throwing his arms up in front of his face, flexing this muscles in his shoulders and arms to defend himself from her.
Howard Black: SECURITY!
Katherine laughs at the call for help, twisted and sadistic as she lunged to dig her nails into his face. Howard may unwilling to fight her, but he was not about to defend himself. The huge arms of his, conditioned from years of college football and an intensive routine allowed him to deflect her attacks, shielding his face from any blows. Katherine maintained the barrage, coming at him like a falcon on meth.
Howard Black: WHERE THE FUCK IS SECURITY?!
The door to the arena flew open as security guards poured out to pull Katherine off of him, his forearms and unprotected sides of his head now streaming blood from the clawing of her nails. She thrashed against the team of men, gouging one in the eye and stomping on the foot of another before charging back at Howard to continue the assault. Running towards him, she gracefully picked the still smoldering cigarette butt off the ground and jabbed it into the back of his hand, gruesomely searing the skin. After four more guards joined in, restraining each limb individually, they were able to begin carrying the mad woman off.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Comin' Up" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Zach Davis: Well this young man certainly has a huge opportunity to make a name for himself. Kyle Kemp, rising WCF superstar, future WCF Internet Champion? He can make it happen tonight.
Gravedigger: Boy howdy, that's a tall order, Zachariah. Richards has been downright unbeatable in Internet Title matches and I'm not sure that Kemp, talented and filled to the brim with potential though he might be, can pull the upset. Kyle better be juiced up on the same stuff that got him kicked out of the major leagues, I'll say that right now, fellas.
Freddy Whoa: He got kicked out for gambling on baseball, Digger.
Gravedigger: Yeah, right... "gambling on baseball."
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder as a memorial to the days he was champion on his other shoulder rests the Internet Championship. No clue why he still carries around a fake belt when he has a real one.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: And there he is-- the reigning Internet Champion, perhaps the most dominant Internet Champion in Dub Cee Eff history, though I'm sure that men such as Jayson Price and Zombie McMorris would care to argue that point.
Gravedigger: Yeah, they'd argue that point with a boot down your throat and a shiny new Axe Wound for your troubles, Zach.
Freddy Whoa: Alex looks ready to fight. Kyle looks ready to take that strap. Alex just downed a keg of Zimquila. Yeah-- now he's REALLY ready to fight.
Kyle charges at Alex and tries to use his raw athletic ability to keep the drunkard giant at bay-- Kyle dives for a chop block, but Alex alertly clobbers Kyle in the face with a knee, pulls him up from the canvas and drops into a MASSIVE sidewalk slam. Alex pops up from the mat and wags his finger to Kemp, as if sayin "Nah, nah, Kemp. Not tonight. Not against Alexander Richards, reigning Dub Cee Eff Internet Kingpimp."
Zach Davis: And you know what? That was some impressive agility for a big fat drunk like Richards. He really moves well in that ring and he's giving Kemp something to think about.
Gravedigger: Kemp needs to use his speed advantage, as we can all imagine, but it's hard to imagine that speed alone will be enough to beat Richards. You gotta wonder if Kemp has the diversity of attack within his arsenal to significantly damage a man such as Richards.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Richards just thumped his clobbering paws into Kyle Kemp's braindrainium and Kemp is lookin like he just got walloped with a mallet! Dat nigga look fawked up!
Kemp, with eyes glazed over, summons the wherewithal to respond with some Street Fighter like striking techniques to create some breathing room between himself and the champ-YUN.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp cummin' outta NO WYAH with some Guile lookin moves, furreal!
Gravedigger: Nah, nah, dude, that's Ryu.
Freddy Whoa: You nigz is bugged... that's Ken! Kyle is Ken!
Kyle Kemp: HADOUKEN!
Crowd: HOE-LEE SHEET! HOE-LEE SHEET! HOE-LEE SHEET!
Zach Davis: With a burst of hellaciousness, Kyle Kemp just landed some otherworldly shit on the reigning Internet Champ-YUN!
Gravedigger: I don't think-- no, I've never seen that in a match before, unless CD busted that shit out once upon a time.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, MY NIG-GUHS, WHOOOOAAA!!
Alex tries his damnedest to shake off the damage done, but Kyle won't let the champ get to his stashed keg of Zimquila. BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: Kyle just belly to belly'd the champ and now he's digging into the Archduke of Mass Confusion with those spiked cleats of his! He's walking all over Alex Richards and the blood is gushing! This is disgusting! It should be banned!
Gravedigger: Those are Jordans, Zach, not cleats but nice try.
Zach Davis: Listen, I'm trying to hype a product here--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Kemp is going high risk now-- and he hits a flying cross body BUT NO! The champ catches him in mid-air! The look on Kemp's face tells you what's going on in the rear of his trunks right now.
Alex smiles big at the Mexican fans as he teases tossing Kemp into their midst. He goes from one side of the ring to the next, holding Kemp up as if he were a pinata to be ripped apart and looted of the sweet, sweet candy contained within him.
Zach Davis: Where's Kyle gonna go?! What's Alex gonna decide!?
Gravedigger: It looks like he's taking aim at that cara-mocha-ricuan ass poon in the fourteenth row, but can he truly toss Kemp that far? We don't know.
Freddy Whoa: I'm afraid I've got some bad news for Mister Kemp: Alex just chugged that other keg of Zimquila.
Zach Davis: Rest in peace, Kemp. You were a promising talent.
Richards lifts Kemp and begins the mechanics of hurtling his opponent into the audience, but Kemp incredibly manages to grab hold of the top rope to escape harm's way and ricochets back into the ring, dropping Richards throat first across the top rope in the process.
Zach Davis: WAAAAAUHT! Kemp just hit a modded version of the Show Off, that hangman joint o' his!
Gravedigger: This is huge, HUGE! It looked like Kemp was gonna be ass poon fodder for a cara-mocha-ricuan ho bag but now he's firmly in the driver's seat of this Internet Title bout. Can he take advantage of this opportunity that he's created for himself?
Freddy Whoa: Kyle's going for the pin!
Kyle indeed covers the downed Richards as the ref counts the fall.
NO!! KICK OUT
Zach Davis: That Zimquila is still too strong. Richards ain't gonna be pinned, not even after a spectacular move like that. You gotta make him sweat out them alcohol particles from his bloodstream and that's gonna take some time cuz this man drinks like an Irishman on St. Paddy's Day... or, well, any day for that matter.
Alex, crazy fukker that he is, raises to a knee and points at Kyle Kemp's leg then points at his head.
Zach Davis: No way! I can't believe he's actually doing it! Alex said he was going to allow Kyle to punt him in the head. I didn't think he would.
Freddy Whoa: This guy is straight up crazy!
Gravedigger: Nah, man. Nah at all. That ain't crazy. That's Zimquila. That's Zimquila runnin and gunnin inside of a three-hunnid and fitty pound man's deranged braindrainium.
Kyle grins and gets a running start preparing to punt Alex's head into the fifth row however Alex ducks and sweeps Kemp's legs from underneath him! He quickly grabs Kyle's legs, sticks his leg between them and then turns him over.
Zach Davis: Sharpshooter! The Archduke promised to win this match with the Sharpshooter and it looks like he's trying to make good on his promise!
Gravedigger: Well I'll be damned. I wouldn't have thought Alex would have it in him to do something smart. Then again-- that Zimquila do work in funny an' mysterious ways, yes it do.
Kemp be wailin' and ballin' and sheddin' them crocodile tears in a festering heap upon the mat as Alex smiles big for the Mexico City Dub Cee Eff Loyal.
Crowd: AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!
Zach Davis: These fans are loving the wild and carefree beat of the Archduke! We could see a successful Internet Title defense for Richards by way of SHAHP SHOOTUH! Who woulda thunk it?
Gravedigger: It just goes to show you that this man's mind, as clouded by mental illness and shoddy boot-distilled spirits though it may be, is a very dangerous and unique organism.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp ain't givin up though! As Alex continues to pile on the pressure with that SHAHP SHOOTUH, Kemp is inching toward the ropes AND. HE. JUST. MIGHT. MAKE. IT... YES HE DO! YES HE DID!
The crowd boos as the referee orders Richards to break the Sharpshooter. Richards pleads to the audience with calming gestures from his hands and they instantly begin cheering again. Alexander Richards drinks a bathtub filled with Zimquila that a bevy of scantily clad Mexican beauties had wheeled down to ringside.
Zach Davis: He didn't even gulp! He downed that tub in a straight shot!
Gravedigger: What do you expect, Zach? The man is part-animal part-barbarian. You can't even chug a wine cooler without losing your shit, ya fairy.
Freddy Whoa: Alex whips Kemp HAHD into the corner buckles anddddd he charges in witta head of steam! CORNUH SPLASH! Richards hit all of that one and Kemp looks dead on his feet.
Zach Davis: Pummeling shots to the kidneys now by Richards! Look at the champ-YUN work them shits ovuh!
Gravedigger: He said he was going to do this, Zach. He said he was going to make the kid piss blood instead of pissing excellence, and he's doing his damnedest to make that happen.
Freddy Whoa: Bad bad news for Kemp here and you really gotta wonder if he has the hunger necessary to dig deep and get this shit poppin ONE MOE TIME to get back into the game here.
And now Richards drags Kemp out of the corner, but only to lift him up and throttle him with that Hot Shot, getting revenge for the similar tactics that he was treated to from Kemp earlier in the match.
Zach Davis: And that's gotta do it! Richards makes the cover and the three count is academic!
NO!! SHOULDAH UP!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! How he do dat?! How Kemp kick out!?
Alex gets to his feet and gets right in the ref's face.
Zach Davis: Richards does not agree with that call by the ref. He felt the cadence of the count was slow.
Gravedigger: Well he needs to be careful. He's dominating the match, don't get careless now--
THREE NOOOO KICK OUT!!
Zach Davis: Kemp schoolboyed Richards and nearly won himself the strap with the most basic move in rasslin!
Gravedigger: What is Richards thinking? You've had too much Zimquila, you idiot!
Alex Richards: Too much is never enough, Digger!
Kemp bounds to his feet like the wounded animal that he is and lashes out with everything he can muster: kicks, punches, elbows, knees, and even a headbutt to Alex's big fat belly, which is presently suffering from a gas attack after a hard night at the burrito bar so that shit really hurt the champ-YUN.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I can smell the flatulence from here! Even Alex looks shook by what his nostrils are sending to his brain!
Kemp, holding his breath all the while, boots Richards in the gut and drops him with a quick, snapping DDT that buries the champ-YUN's cranium into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Well there may be a gas attack inside of the Arena Mexico, but all of the sudden it's really pouring outside. Huge storm in the midst, and you know what? That's strange it wasn't supposed to rain tonight.
Zach Davis: Alex is doing it! He said he could control the weather and he's proving it!
Gravedigger: You are such a moron, Zach.
Zach Davis: Moron or not, I know what I'm seeing and it looks like Kyle is setting up for his punt again! This could be Back to the Minors, for Alex Richards!
Suddenly there is a huge crash of thunder and the lights begin to flicker. This distracts Kyle for a second but Alex doesn't miss a beat and immediately superkicks Kyle.
Zach Davis: I told you he was the weatherman! He set that up perfectly!
Gravedigger: Mexico must have had some cheap crack available, Zach. That was pure coincidence.
Kemp is on the mend from that superkick when Alex pursues and tries to implement some big man brawling tactics. But truth be told, Kemp is just a step quicker than the drunken weatherman Richards and he flies into the air with a big punch to the jaw--
Zach Davis: SUPUH KEMP PUNCH!!
--followed by a scoop slam that brings Alex to the mat once again. And this time Kemp has had enough. He's committed to finishing Richards once and for all!
Zach Davis: And there it is-- Back to the Minors, that punt kick! But no! Kemp whiffs and Alex is back to his feet! Zimquila Hangover! The champ-YUN hits it!
Zach Davis: Richards retains!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Great win for the champ! He's earned his Zimquila tonight!
Zach Davis: What is this? The Cut Throat Kid John Michaels just hopped the barricade and he's making a beeline to the ring! What could be want right now?
Gravedigger: What the hell is that? Michaels has a fire poker and he's laying into Kemp with it! Are you kidding me? After a hellacious match like that? Get outta here, ya lunatic! We're tryna drink our Zimquilas in peace!
DING-DING-DING! DING-DING-DING! DING-DING-DING!
The time keeper be going bonkers on that ring bell as he be tryna draw security to the ring, but for the moment Michaels is having his way with Kemp as he clobbers the kid repeatedly about the head and body with the fire poker, busting Kemp open.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp is bleeding badly! He needs medical attention! This is disgusting! Michaels should be suspended-- NO NO he should be FIYAH'D!
Michaels finally tosses the fire poker aside and appears to be leaving the ring.
Zach Davis: Well at least that's over-- BUT NO!
Michaels suddenly turns toward Kemp and pounces on him like a pitbull on Lassie, locking him in that vicious submission finish of his "Swallow Your Pride".
Gravedigger: Michaels is wrenching on that arm like a madman! He's gonna snap it! He's gonna snap it right in two! Sick man! Sick sick man! This kid is cut throat furreal!
Freddy Whoa: Security's finally cummin out here! But Michaels ain't showin any sign of backing down!
Zach Davis: Look at this! LOOK AT THIS! There's a swarm of security tryna pry Michaels off'a Kemp and they still can't get him off!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Finally, FINALLY the security guards manage to rip Kemp's lifeless body from CTK's sadistic clutches and into the arms of waiting medics. Kemp is stretchered from the ringside area while Michaels is dragged away kicking and screaming by security.
The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of an oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as they emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes Howard Black, number one contender to the Television Title.
Zach Davis: Last week, Howard charged the ring after Bates took down Snapz and called him out for a match at Blast. Now, here at Asesinato de Mayo, Black will be facing against a member of Bates’s faction: the Dark Riders Gang.
Gravedigger: Kid’s come a long way from being a carbon copy joke. But tonight’s make or break for him.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Lincoln, Nebraska, weighing in at 215 pounds…. HOWARD! BLACK!
Howard makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, he slaps the hand of the occasional fan which is outstretched to him. Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He lifts the crucifix from his neck and gives it a kiss for good luck before walking to a turnbuckle and pulling himself up. Upon his ascent, he spreads his arms before the crowd in a pose to a huge pop. As the music begins to die, he drops down and walks to his corner. He takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match.
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage.
Zach Davis: Here he comes!
"The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion and swipes them downward away from his body.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 190 lbs… “Theeee Antidote!” SPENCER! ADAMS!
Spencer charges down to the ring, vaulting quickly in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles.
Freddy Whoa: Important match for both me! Spencer Adams has been on a losing streak, and he intends it tonight!
Gravedigger: And he has to. A loss here only kills momentum and reputation for Adams. But this is a tough match.
As the bell rings, Spencer Adams and Howard Black slowly approach each other. They lock up, but Howard quickly slips behind Adams, locks a sleeper hold, and then violently trips Adams as he throws him to his hands and knees. He wastes no time, rushing to throw a hard kick to the face of Adams, knocking the Antidote onto his back.
Freddy Whoa: You could hear that kick!
Gravedigger: Howard Black is taking no prisoners here. He looks ready to tear off Spencer’s head.
Howard circles him like a hungry lion. As Spencer gets to his feet, Howard locks in a front chancery, violently wrenching Spencer’s head to the side before throwing his body the opposite direction to wrench the neck more. He yanks up under Spencer’s chin, his teeth gritted and the veins on his arms bulging as he applies pressure to the hold.
Howard Black: Tap out! Tap out, you son of a bitch!
Zach Davis: Just wrenching that neck of Spencer Adams like a starving pit bull with prey in its jaws.
Freddy Whoa: This could be over right now!
Spencer uses his superior size to force Howard backwards, slowly backing him into the ring ropes. With his hands free, Spencer delivers a shot to the midsection of the False Prophet. The hold loosens just enough: Spencer grabs the ring ropes and pulls himself forward to deliver a hard shoulder to Howard’s abdomen. Drawing back, he delivers a second shot as Howard yells out in pain. Spencer draw back for a third, but Howard catches him with a European uppercut to send the Antidote stumbling back. Howard locks his arms around the waist of Adams and throws him back for a German Suplex, but Spencer flips, landing square on his feet!
Freddy Whoa: WOAH!
Zach Davis: The athleticism of Spencer Adams! Beautiful reversal!
Howard pulls himself up and charges for a clothesline, but Spencer leaps into the air and nails him with a dropsault. Howard stumbles, not yet falling, but Spencer quickly follows up with a flying knee plancha! Howard hits the canvas and Spencer covers!
Howard kicks out at a solid two, and Spencer rolls off of him, standing up.
Gravedigger: Howard Black let his guard down. He’s aggressive but being sloppy. That’s how you lose matches.
Howard brings himself to his feet as the Antidote runs, jumps, and nails a huricanarana, throwing Black across the ring. Howard rolls through the fall, getting up to his feet and come back at the Antidote who leaps completely over him! As Howard runs under him and at the ropes, he jumps, landing feet first on the top rope, springboards off, and nails a flying clothesline! Adams hits the mat! Howard climbs on top of the Antidote and begins to throw punches, a series of brutal lefts and rights before finishing with a knee to the face. Adams falls limp and Howard covers for the cover!
Spencer kicks out!
Zach Davis: Despite that onslaught, Howard Black still can’t put the Antidote down.
Freddy Whoa: Forget beat him, Howard looked like he was trying to knock Adams out!
Howard sits up, running a hand through his hair in fatigue and frustration. He goes for another pin but Spencer quickly rolls through into a small package!
Gravedigger: I’m telling you: sloppiness. That’s gonna cost Howard Black this match if he keeps it up.
Howard kicks out. The two men get to their feet and begin to trade shots back and forth, both wearing the other down while being worn down. After a series of blows the two back off and hit the ropes, rebounding and nailing simultaneous clotheslines! Both fall limp! After a moment of no response, the ref begins counting.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Howard crawls to the ropes as Spencer pushes himself to his feet. Spencer is up first, but he leans on a corner to hold himself up.
Zach Davis: Both men are up! Who’s going to capitalize?
Howard uses the ropes to pull himself up. Eyeing Spencer in the corner, he charges at him, leaping for a body splash. Spencer ducks and Howard catches himself on the top of the turnbuckle, turning and landing a devastating flying spear! Spencer hits the mat limp as a renewed burst of energy seems to flow through Howard Black. The False Prophet pulls himself up, crouching down and eyeing Spencer Adams with a hungry look. As the Antidote clambers up, Howard charges a leaps!
Freddy Whoa: SEVENTH SEAL! SEVENTH SEAL! THIS COULD BE IT!
Spencer hits the matt with a resounding thud, out cold. Black looms over him, arm still locked from the previous move, looking down the ramp towards the stage.
Howard Black: This is for you, Bates!
Howard applies the Kimura Lock to Spencer Adams who immediately begins screaming in pain. He balls his free hand into a fist, struggling to resist. Using his free arm and knees, he tries dragging himself towards the ropes, even as Howard digs his knee further into his chest. Inches away, he flails, trying desparately to grab the ropes.
Gravedigger: This kid’s tough. Most would tap at this point.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams, trying so desperately to break through a hold this painful. Howard could tear his arm clean off!
Howard plants his feet and drives back, rolling Adams onto his back. A look of defeat comes over the eyes of Adams as the ropes slip away from him again; he slaps the mat.
Zach Davis: And that’s it! Spencer Adams taps!
The bell rings as Howard Black releases the hold and pops up. “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hits the P.A. as he raises his arms triumphantly before pointing to the back and making the motion of a belt around his waist.
Kyle Steel: And here’s your winner! Howard! Black!
Gravedigger: This was a message to Thomas Uriel Bates. And Spencer was the sacrificial lamb on the altar.
Freddy Whoa: No doubt, Howard Black is hungry. Bates ought to sleep with one eye open and arms around his belt.
The lights all shut off, plunging the arena into darkness. Lights shine from the audience, lighting up only the barbed wire roof of the cage. It is a pale light which slowly turns to red. The titantron then shows the words “Occulo Pictures Presents” in barbed wire lettering. We then see the cell that Occulo was in previously in the week. He is sat on the bed with the burning candle in his hands.
Occulo: Walk through the valley of the shadow of death, to hold in my hands the cold metal of the gold I once possessed. Entrap myself in a cell before being set free from it on my path to glory. Defeat as a Sentinel the man who wishes to bring darkness to the WCF. He will never shroud the company in darkness whilst there is always the spark of hope, inspiration, creativity and defiance that exists in all that stands in his way. I am Occulo, and tonight I am the light that that will lead us on.
In the middle of the cell we see a small candle light up, revealing Occulo sat crossed legged in the middle of the ring dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit with “Sentinels” written on the back. On pain and fear you must thrive, bleed for what makes you feel alive. He blows the candle out, restoring the arena back to its normal lighting.
" Destruction Overdrive" by Black Label Society hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Danny Anderson walks slowly onto the stage and proceeds down the ramp.
"The Unstable" Danny Anderson looks out into the booing crowd with a grin before walking through the cage door, up the ring steps onto the apron. He takes off his leather jacket, folds it, and lays it on the top turnbuckle and dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring Danny taunts to the crowd one last time before preparing for the match.
The referee parts the two men in the middle of the ring as Kyle Steel raises his microphone.
Kyle Steel: This match is a barbed wire cell match and it is for the no.1 contendor’s spot for the US title. To win you must either pin your opponent to the count of 3, force your opponent to submit…or by escaping the cage with both feet on the floor outside
The crowd erupt in excitement.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first; from Washington DC…weighing in at 220lbs…Occulo!!
Crowd: Occ-u-lo!! Occ-u-lo!! Occ-u-lo!! Occ-u-lo!!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent; from Chicago, Illionois…weighing in at 224lbs…Danny Anderson!!!
Kyle puts his mic down as the ref creates some final distance between the two.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and Gentlemen, there will be blood.
Zach Davis: Where did they get barbed wire from?
Gravedigger: Who fuckin cares? Let a rip!!
The ref throws a finger to the timekeeper and the bell goes…
Ding ding ding!
Occulo immediately turns around and starts to climb the cage. Danny goes after him and Occulo backflips off the side of the cage and lands on his feet in the ring, Danny turns around and receives a stiff kick to the side of the head. He staggers back a step and receives another for his troubles, followed by a DDT to the mat. Occulo stands up and shouts to the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Strong start by Occulo, deceiving Danny with his first action of the match.
Zach Davis: Occulo took full advantage of Danny’s impulsiveness there.
Gravedigger: He’ll fuckin lose!!
Occulo lifts Danny up to his feet and throws him over his shoulder into a firemans carry. He nods and falls backwards, crushing Danny’s head into the mat. He stands up and looks at the barbed wire above. He climbs up the side of the cage and grabs it, pulling it down with him. He reaches the mat and pulls the barbed wire over to the opposing turnbuckle. He wraps it around the ring post so there is now an entire length of barbed wire dissecting the ring diagonally from top to bottom. He delivers a stiff kick to Danny’s head and then goes about doing the same from the other corner.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he doing? That place is a damn death trap now!
Zach Davis: So Occulo was jigsaw after all this time?
Gravedigger: Hmm…I am lightly impressed.
Occulo sits on the ropes and waits for Danny to open his eyes. He does so whilst getting up, but is immediately back on his ass after he sees the work Occulo has done.
Occulo: Let’s get this shit started Danny.
Danny smiles and goes after Occulo, who ducks under the barbed wire but is met with a cheeky swipe of Danny’s heel. He falls forward, narrowly missing the wire. Danny stamps on Occulo’s elbow and lifts his arm, hooking it over the wire. He then quickly swipes his arm across the wire. His skin tears and blood splashes on Danny’s face. He licks his lips and punches Occulo in the face, he then bounces off the ropes, jumps and uses the wire as a springboard to plant Occulo’s face into the mat with a fame-asser.
Freddy Whoa: Danny Anderson is absolutely flourishing here.
Zach Davis: Like a fish in water.
Gravedigger: Occulo really has dug a grave here!!
Danny pins Occulo!! The referee steps under the barbed wire and drops to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Early pin by Danny Anderson!!
Zach Davis: Has he got him?!
Danny smears some of Occulo’s blood on his face and lifts him to his feet. Occulo pushes him away and ducks a clothesline, before driving his knee into his gut, putting his head between his legs, lifting him up and powerbombing him forcefully onto the barbed wire.
Freddy Whoa: Ouch!! Powerbomb on to the barbed wire!!
Zach Davis: Since when does Occulo do powerbombs?
Gravedigger: Botched it. Rubbish.
Occulo drives his elbow into Danny’s chest and hooks his leg.
Occulo nods and looks up towards the top of the cage. Danny quickly gets up and climbs the cage after him. Occulo moves towards the corner of the cage and jumps diagonally across it. Danny follows him and the two of them exchange blows whilst trying to keep one hand attached to the cage. Left hand, Occulo staggers. Right hand, Danny staggers. The two of them then have the same idea and swing a foot around and make perfect contact with each other’s cheekbones. They wobble and then both fall from the side of the cage onto the barbed wire, which cascades under the weight, covering the two men in the wire. The referee managed to quickly run to a corner and climb the turnbuckle to escape.
Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy shit!!
Freddy Whoa: I think both men are very…holey now!!
Zach Davis: Damn it!! That ring’s gonna be a fuckin blood bath!!!!
Gravedigger: It’s over. He has to call this match over. There’s no way they can possibly compete with all that wire in the ring.
The ring is literally just a pit of barbed wire now. Both men get to their feet, bleeding from so many orifices. The referee asks both men if they want to continue. Never a doubt. The two men just brawl where they can, catching their skin on the wire. This continues for a while and the brawling gets more and more lethargic as they lose blood.
Freddy Whoa: I think Gravedigger is gonna be proved right! This is gonna end in a drawer!!
Zach Davis: Absolutely insane match. Never seen anything like it.
Gravedigger: Okay next match?
The two men land one more sharp blow to each other’s faces and collapse onto the wire. The referee stumbles through the wire and realises that Danny has fallen with his arm across Occulo’s chest, both shoulders on the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Danny has him pinned!!!!
Zach Davis: We’ve got a new no.1 contendor!!!
Gravedigger: A fluke of a win….I love it!!!
Freddy Whoa: How the hell?!
Occulo does indeed manage to get a shoulder up. The two men are covered in blood and are somehow getting back to their feet, angrily pushing the wire away. They nod at each other and push the wire to the edges of the ring to give themselves a mini ring. Occulo turns around and immediately receives a low blow from Danny. The crowd boo as he bounces off the ropes and lands the Kickstart Curb Stomp to Occulo!!!
Gravedigger: Game over!!
He hooks his leg…
Freddy Whoa: This has to go down as an upset!
Zach Davis: I agree!
Gravedigger: Shut up. This is Danny Anderson’s domain, we knew he’d-
The crowd erupt as Occulo manages to not only get a shoulder up, but also grab some barbed wire from the side of the ring, rolls Danny over and locks in The Epitome with the barbed wire. The wire digs in deep in the skin of Danny’s face.
Freddy Whoa: What a reversal!!! What a reversal!! He’s actually turned this around to win this thing!!
Zach Davis: I’ve never seen a better and more effective reversal. Is he gonna tap?
Gravedigger: That was a fucking three ref!!
Danny screams as the wire digs deeper and deeper, blood absolutely pouring down his face. The white of the ring is barely visible. The referee checks on Danny, who looks like he is fading fast.
Freddy Whoa: I think this is it guys.
Zach Davis: I think…I think you’re right.
Danny stops screaming and opens his mouth, before sticking two fingers down his throat and forcing himself to vomit. Occulo releases him in disgust and Danny runs away from him, laughing maniacally with blood still pouring from the wound.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god, that’s disgusting!! That vile creep!!
Zach Davis: Well I guess…
Gravedigger: I guess whatever works works!!
Danny laughs at Occulo and the two battle in the middle of the ring. Occulo drives a knee into Danny’s gut…more vomit. Danny lifts Occulo up and drives him face first into it. Occulo quickly squirms to his feet and wipes his face with the front of his boiler suit. Danny runs towards Occulo and hits him with the Skullcrusher!! Occulo staggers back and slips on the vomit, landing on his back on the barbed wire.
Freddy Whoa: This is the most disgusting match I think I’ve ever seen
Zach Davis: It’s a mess!
Gravedigger: It’s hilarious!!
Danny climbs to the top of the cage and mounts it with one leg on either side. He starts to make his way down the other side…but then has second thoughts. He climbs back up and stands up on the top.
Freddy Whoa: No Danny! Just climb down!! There’s no need to OH GOD
Danny leaps off the top and lands an elbow drop as he crashes down on top of Occulo and the mesh of barbed wire. He lands with his arm over Occulo and the ref drops…
Freddy Whoa: It’s over!! I can’t believe he did that!!!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable by Danny Anderson!!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner…Danny Anderson!!
Gravedigger: What a great ending to a vile match!!
Medical staff run down to the ring and tend to the competitors as Danny’s music plays!
Zach Davis: Our next match is about to get underway.
Freddy Whoa: It's a perfect test for the WCF United States Champion. We just saw who will become the number one contender, Occulo... but who will be the Champion?
Gravedigger: Kaz Mazy talks a great game and he's obviously championship material, let's see how he adjusts to some decent competition, when it truly means something.
Freddy Whoa: While we continue examining the reasoning behind the set up for this match up, Kyle Steel is already in the ring for the pre-match introductions.
Gravedigger: LET'S SEE SOME WRASTLIN!!
Zach looks confused over at Gravedigger, who just flips off Zach with both hands.
Zach Davis: Whatever!
As the lights in the arena go out, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd.
Kyle Steel: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR THE WCF UNITED STATES CHAAAAAAAAAMIONSHIIIIP!!
A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring.
Kyle Steel: First, the challenger.... walking down to the ring with Freakshow... From Brooklyn, New York.... weighing in at 230 pounds... MIKEY EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!!!
Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at the stage.
Zach Davis: Mike Extreme looks primed and ready!!
Freddy Whoa: All we need now is the United States Champion!!
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their chest and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!
Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, his Tag Team Championship in one hand, his United States Championship in the other, and Bolts Quackenbush waving that Old Glory PG Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.
Zach Davis: It's Kaz Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: The only thing that would make this entrance thicker is titties being motorboated!
As if on cue, Bolts motorboats the baddest set of titties in attendance on that instant transmission shit as Kaz starts making his way down the steps, throwing his hands in the air with each cry of his name.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He taunts to the crowd from the second rope and they explode in Kaz cheers once again.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz hands his effects to Bolts who guards them with his life. Kaz leans against the turnbuckle as his music fades and awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: With both competitors in the ring...
Zach Davis: ...this match is underway.
Both Kaz Mazy and Mikey Extreme circle the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme stomps a boot in the mid-section of the champion...
Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy didn't waste a micro-second. Countered that stomp with a dropkick, dropping the challenger down to the mat.
Extreme looks around, notices his surroundings. Mazy walks towards his challenger...
Gravedigger: Mikey Extreme paid attention to where is was in the ring. It was that much easier to grab the champion and pull him, by the tights and flings him face first into the turnbuckles.
Kaz Mazy lands on both knees, with his head momentarily leaning against the turnbuckles. Extreme walks up to Mazy....
Extreme grabs the champion...
Zach Davis: Mikey Extreme flings Kaz Mazy into the ropes.
The champion bounces off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: The champion is knocked down by a clothesline by Mikey Extreme.
Mazy gets back up, quickly...
Gravedigger: Another clothesline from Mikey Extreme.
Kaz Mazy slowly gets up to one knee, shaking off the cobwebs. Extreme bounced off the ropes and charges towards a kneeling US Champion.
Zach Davis: Shining wiazard on the champion!! THERE'S A PIN COVER!!
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: ON-.... NOOOOOOOOO!!
Gravedigger: Not even a one count.
Extreme picks up Mazy...
STRIKE TO HEAD-BOOT TO RIGHT THIGH-CHOP TO THE CHEST-BOOT TO THE GUT
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Kaz Mazy is a striking machine!!
Gravedigger: FLOAT OVER DDT ON MIKEY EXTREME!!
Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy makes a pin attempt.
The referee slides into position...
Crowd: ON-.... NOOOOOOO!!
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme kicked out.
Kaz Mazy picks up his opponent...
The referee gets in the face of Mikey Extreme for scraping the eyes of the champion.
Extreme quickly grabs the champion...
Kaz Mazy: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Mazy grabs for his eyes, after Mikey Extreme dragged the eyes of Kaz Mazy across the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: The champion stumbles around, grabs for his eyes.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme creeps behind the champion...
Mazy is spun around quickly...
Extreme flies towards the ropes, quickly leaping off the second rope, catapulting himself toward, springboarding off the ropes...
Zach Davis: LEGDROP!! Mikey Extreme is making another pin attempt....
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE..... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Gravedigger: WOW!! We almost had a new United States champion!!
The challenger grabs a hold of the champion.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme Irish whips the champion into the ropes.
Mazy bounces off the ropes....
Both Kaz Mazy and Mikey Extreme crashed into one another.
Zach Davis: They both executed with cross body blocks!!
Both competitors are on the match.
Stanley Moser: ONE!! TWO!!
Gravedigger: With both Kaz Mazy and Mikey Extreme lying their prone, not moving, the referee begins to make his count. If they don't respond to the mat, this match will be called a draw and we don't want that. Do we?
Stanley Moser: THREE!! FOUR!!!
Both competitors begin to move...
Stanley Moser: FIVE!! SIX!!
Both Mazy and Extreme move closer to the ring ropes.
Stanley Moser: SEVERN!! EIGHT!!
Both Extreme and Mazy proceed to use the ring ropes to stand up. Once they stand up, they glance over their shoulders and notice that the other is struggling to stand.
Zach Davis: Both competitors fly to one another...
The crowd are standing up on their feet, as they see....
...they see Kazy Mazy stomping the mid-section of Mikey Extreme.
The crowd pops loudly, as camera phones light up Arena Mexico.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! OUT OF NOWHERE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Kaz Mazy stomps down on a fallen Mikey Extreme, as he runs to the ropes, springboarding off the ringropes....
Arena Mexico lights up as everyone catches the springboard moonsault on their camera phones, as Kaz Mazy makes contact with Mikey. Mazy picks up Mikey Extreme...
Gravedigger: The champion misses with a clothesline...
Zach Davis: But, Mikey Extreme connect with one of his own clotheslines.
Extreme runs to the corner, as Mazy slowly stands up.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme flies off the top turnbuckle....
Gravedigger: MISSILE DROPKICK BY THE CHALLENGER!!
Mikey Extreme goes to a nearby corner and slightly squats, as he watches and waits for Kaz Mazy...
Zach Davis: The champion is slowly standing...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! X MARKS THE SPOT!!
The superkick nails the side of Kaz Mazy's head. Extreme flies to a nearby corner.
Zach Davis: Mikey Extreme is crouched on that top turnbuckle, ready to pounce on a prone Kaz Mazy.
Mikey Extreme looks around Arena Mexico....
Camera phones flash as Extreme leaps off the top turnbuckle, executing a motion of a frog splash. Extreme plunges towards the champion...
The crowd roars and boos.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! The challenger nails the champion with the frog splash.
Mikey Extreme grabs the champion by the back of his neck....
Zach Davis: This looks like a reverse choke slam.
....slamming Kaz Mazy down into a face buster.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme goes for the cover on the champion, Kaz Mazy....
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEEEEEEEEEW WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPION.... MIIIIIIKEY EXTREEEEEEEEEEEME!!
Gravedigger: That was a back and forth match-up. We couldn't asked for anything more. 100 percent effort from both competitors.
Zach Davis: We've seen the DRG just pick up the United States Championship! Does this bode well for their momentum going into the Trios Cup finals?
The crowd settles down when Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and the crowd erupts into a billion cheers and pops to make two hundred babies. Torture steps out on to the stage dressed to the nines and is smiling big!
Zach Davis: He's here! The one and only Torture!
Gravedigger: He's here to be in Mayhem's corner DESPITE Mayhem not wanting him here to be in his corner.
Zach Davis: Torture is just trying to re-pay the small debt that was the Trios Tag Tournament, Digger!
Freddy Whoa: Anytime Torture is in the house it's a WHOA MOMENT for me!
Torture grabs a chair and sits down against the guardrail after high-fiving a few fans!
Zach Davis: He's in Mayhem's corner whether Mayhem likes it or not!
Gravedigger: Something is up, I don't get it.
The arena goes black and Hail to the king (by avenged sevenfold) plays over pa. a spot light lights up the center of the ring. Marc Mayhem walks out from behind the curtain. he runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down. he slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight while he waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Here is Marc Mayhem! Tonight could be his night!
Zach Davis: What is it about this guy? First he aligned with Logan. Then he joined with Oblivion and Johnny Reb, and now he's buddy buddy with Torture. All WCF legends.
Gravedigger: I wouldn't call it buddy-buddy, Zach.
"Need to be Strong" by Naruto begins to play, as the lights dim, the stage lights turn red, and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction. Smoke and mist arise from the stage, as Mod Deuce comes out on to the stage 15 seconds into the song. He looks around, before looking upwards as an audible roar comes from Mod over the sound of the music AND the crowd.
Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan! He weighs in at 391 pounds, and stands 6'9"! He is Mod DEUCE!!!
After Mod is done roaring on stage, Mod rushes directly to the ring from the stage, not even bothering to extend his hands for the fans as he blows by them. He slides belly-first into the ring, before hitting the opposite ropes inside of the ring. He will clear the ring of all occupants, as he stands in the middle of the ring, and roars some more.
The bell sounds and Mayhem and Mod immediately begin brawling!
Crowd: LET'S GO MAYHEM!
Crowd: LET'S GO MOD!
Crowd: TORTURE! TORTURE!
Crowd: LET'S GO MAYHEM!
Crowd: LET'S GO MOD!
Crowd: TORTURE! TORTURE!
Zach Davis: This has to be the first three way chant in wrestling history.
Mod throws Mayhem out of the ring where he tumbles to the outside. Torture shouts encouragement as Mayhem gets up... AND GETS HIT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Don't overdo it, Freddy, this is a Hardcore Title match. You could say Whoa a lot.
Mod picks Mayhem up and puts him in a headlock. He then marches him up the entryway.
Zach Davis: They're going backstage!
The cameras follow these two men as they go backstage; Torture remains ringside. Mayhem punches at Mod's midsection and breaks free before slamming his head into the wall. Mayhem then pokes the eyes of Mod before kicking him and hitting a DDT!
Freddy Whoa: ON THE COLD, HARD FLOOR! VICIOUS!
Mod pins Deuce.
No!, Deuce kicks out.
Gravedigger: Almost had a new Champ already!
Mayhem lifts Deuce up but Deuce drops him with a Jawbreaker. They brawl up the hall more where several WCF stagehands run away. They're at catering.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! AND MARC MAYHEM JUST WENT THROUGH THE CATERING TABLE!
Gravedigger: ASSHOLE! I still ain't had one of them tacos yet, and its the last show in Mexico!
Mod Deuce slams Marc Mayhem through the catering table! We can hear Mod Deuce taunting Marc Mayhem, as he says...
Mod Deuce: GOT A FINAL MEAL REQUEST? HAVE SOME FUCKING POUND CAKE!!!
Mod drops an elbow on Marc Mayhem, who is covered in all sorts of foot, as Mod yanks him up, and promptly keeps hitting him, pulling him up every time, before hitting a short-arm clothesline that spins Marc Mayhem head over heels...
Gravedigger: NICE SHOT! He screwed up the banquet, but DAMN, that was a mighty fine clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: You's a poet, and didn't know it!
Gravedigger: Freddy, please...
The audio comes back in again, as Mod drags Marc up to his feet, as he says...
Mod Deuce: YOU WANNA TALK SHIT ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK?! WHEN I CAN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING IN DEFENSE!!! YOU WORTHLESS, SHITBAG COWARD!!! BEAT YOU LIKE A RUNAWAY SLAVE, BITCH!!!
Freddy Whoa: What the-
Zach Davis: WHAT DID HE SAY?!?!?!
Gravedigger: Never mind that! DIVINE INTERVENTION ON THE PAVEMENT!
Zach Davis: Mod still has to take him back to the ring in order to collect the pinfall and the Hardcore Title, which is on the line tonight as a result of Jay Omega being stripped of the title due to inability to compete for the time being.
Freddy Whoa: Mayhem and Deuce were both top contenders for the title when Jay all of a sudden disappeared! Who knew?
Gravedigger: Oh WOW!!! And Mod Deuce is wrapping an industrial cord around Mayhem's throat! HE'S DRAGGING HIS ASS OUT TO THE RING!!!
Mod pulls hard, as Marc Mayhem gets dragged and tumbled from the backstage area on to the stage. Torture roars for Mayhem as the two are back in the arena.
Crowd: TORTURE! TORTURE! TORTURE!
Mod pulls Mayhem up using the cord, before tucking him in between his legs and signaling for...
Zach Davis: He's going for The Will of God!
Freddy Whoa: He's got him up!!!
Mod raises Marc high above his head for a powerbomb, then starts running towards the ring as fast as he can. He stops short of the ring, as he LAUNCHES Marc Mayhem into the ring. Mod then climbs the ring apron, before stepping over the top rope into the ring. Marc is not moving, but Mod continues the assault, as he grabs Marc, who fires a low blow into Mod, which seems to only infuriate the giant, as he jumps and hits a falling headbutt on Marc, before going for the cover...
Zach Davis: Kickout at two by Mayhem!
Gravedigger: And he would've had this match won just now, and he'd be enjoying gold if HE HOOKED THE FUCKING LEG!!!
Mod grabs Marc up, and hits a sidewalk slam, this time hooking the leg...
Zach Davis: Another kickout by Mayhem!
Gravedigger: Now that was legitimate. But Marc better reach down soon, or he may not last...
Mod picks Marc Mayhem up, and hits a butterfly suplex and a falling elbow drop, before going for the pinfall...
Gravedigger: He's either really brave or really stupid.
Freddy Whoa: You ever talk to him, in person?
Zach Davis: And Mod SLINGS Marc Mayhem into the turnbuckle before he charges!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: SPEAR OF DESTINY!!!
Zach Davis: INTO THE CORNER!!!
Freddy Whoa: And Mod tosses him into the middle of the ring! He's climbing and he's airborne...
Zach Davis: FALL FROM GRACE!!!
Gravedigger: Referee's knocked off of his feet from the impact! The Cover!!!
Mod pulls himself off, as he scolds the referee for the fast count. Mod lowers himself down on Marc again, as the referee counts...
Mod pulls himself off of Marc Mayhem again, as he points to the turnbuckles, a wild look in his eyes!!!
Zach Davis: HE'S GOING FOR THE TURNBUCKLES!!!
Freddy Whoa: AGAIN?!
Gravedigger: Now you're being foolish, Mod! PIN THIS ASSHOLE, ALREADY!!!
Mod gets to the top turnbuckle and pauses, as he points down at Marc and continues to shout obscenities at the prone Marc Mayhem. Mod then turns around, before he squats down, and jumps up. Mod hits a very high arc, before he comes down into the middle of the mat on...
Zach Davis: MAYHEM ROLLS AWAY!
Mayhem gets to his feet as Torture gets the crowd to chant.
Crowd: MAYHEM! MAYHEM! MAYHEM!
Mod runs at Mayhem but Mayhem catches him.
Freddy Whoa: CAB RIDE! MARC MAYHEM HITS IT!
Mayhem drops down and pins Mod Deuce.
Gravedigger: WE'VE GOT A NEW HARDCORE CHAMP!
Marc Mayhem's music hits as Mod Deuce rolls out. Mayhem gets to his feet in the middle of the ring and Torture slides in. Torture claps his hands and gives him a thumbs up and then asks for a microphone. He motions to Mayhem not to go anywhere. Mayhem noticably upset that Torture is still ringside.
Zach Davis: Maybe some words of encouragement here from the Hall of Famer, Torture! Some congratulations!
Torture speaks on the mic.
Torture: Mayhem, Mayhem! Marc, listen. You did great! You just became the HARDCORE CHAMPION!, a belt that I made famous! Congratulations!
The crowd claps.
Torture: And listen! You're a great young talent who has a bright future ahead of you! This is your first step, Marc. You're gonna be a WCF World Heavyweight Champion one day!
The crowd pops for that.
Freddy Whoa: I know the fans don't appreciate him aligning with the Chrono Rippers, but the fans do appreciate Marc Mayhem.
Torture: I just wish.. well, Marc.. I really wish you didn't say those things about me.
The lights flicker then go out.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
Gravedigger: What did Torture mean!?
The lights come back on and Tank Reaper, Chris Avery and Ryan Daniels are standing on the ring apron in wrestling gear.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT!?
The crowd comes alive, but have now quickly become boo's as Torture drops the microphone and Mayhem goes punch for punch on Torture!
Zach Davis: WHOA!! MAYHEM AND TORTURE!!
Mayhem lasts all of five seconds before Avery and Daniels get in on the action and beat down Mayhem. They lift him up and irish whip him into the seven foot five Tank Reaper who picks up Mayhem and chokeslams him down in the middle of the ring.
Gravedigger: WHAT A TEAM! THEY'RE DECIMATING THE NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
Torture grabs the microphone.
Torture: YOU WANNA RUN YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH ABOUT ME?! YOU WANT TO BLAME THOSE TAG TEAM LOSSES ON ME?!? YOU KIDDING ME?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? PICK HIS ASS UP!!
Daniels and Avery pick up Mayhem who is just about out cold and he dangles in their arms. Torture slaps him a few times while continuing his rant..
Torture: WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? SOME DUMB FAG LIKE KAT PHOENIX?! YOU THINK IM JAY PRICE, YOU THINK OF ME AS ODIN BALFORE?! YOU DUMB ASS!! YOU THINK OF ME AS SOME TWO TIMING PIECE OF MIDCARDER JUNK LIKE THEM?! YOU'RE DIGGING THE WRONG HOLE, KID!
Torture drops the microphone and grabs Mayhem and turns him around, holding his head out to the crowd then Torture hooks him and delivers a stiff Tortures Device. Torture bounces back to his feet then kneels down at Mayhem's head.
Torture: WANNA GO TO THE BOYS ABOUT THIS NOW?! WANT TO GO TO MANAGEMENT AND COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS SHIT NOW?! GO AHEAD YOU WASTE OF SPERM.. GET YOUR ASS UP, AND GO GET THE BOYS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS NOW.. GO AHEAD. GET YOUR FRIENDS TO TALK SHIT AGAIN.. 'OHHH BOOHOO TORTURE DIDNT DO ENOUGH IN THE TAG MATCHES BOOHOO'.. CRYBABY..
Zach Davis: I've never heard this type of language from Torture before!
Gravedigger: He's snapped! Someone has to do something about this!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Digger! You're not on the roster brotha! You gotta sit back down.
Gravedigger: This is out of line! What the hell is Torture even rambling about?!
Torture: PICK HIS ASS UP!!
Zach Davis: THIS IS ENOUGH DAMN IT!
Daniels and Avery slap around Mayhem as they pick him up but the crowd's boos turn to red hot pop as here comes Oblivion!
Freddy Whoa: WHOAA!!! OBLIVION WITH THE SAVE!!
Oblivion slides into the ring and tackles Daniels! Avery and Tank rip Oblivion off of him and Oblivion throws a right hook knocking Avery down, but Tank drills a chop to Oblivion across the chest sending him reeling back and Torture hooks Oblivion and drops him with a Tortures Device. The crowd instantly boos.
Torture yells out to his team to get up and pick up Mayhem. They drag him up to his knees where Mayhem is slowly coming to.
Torture: Yeah, I want you to look at me right in the eyes you piece of shit and stare down true greatness. You don't deserve to hold the same belt I made famous. I'm a legend in this place, I ran this place and the boys and lil skank bitches you hear in the back are all going to tell you the same thing.. the same shit they've been saying about me since the day I walked in.. that I'm a has-been and I'm a come-and-go guy, but make one thing clear.. I have the RIGHT to come and go as I please.. I built this god damn house, and kid, you're just rentin' it.. but tonight.. you're being evicted. Go back to the streets where you belong you piece of-
The crowd pops.
Zach Davis: OH MYYY!!!
Mayhem spit on the face of Torture. Torture takes a step back and drops the microphone. Torture smirks and slowly wipes the spit off his forehead. He motions to Daniels and Avery to lift him up. Torture slaps Mayhem across the face.. then spits in Mayhem's face and then kicks Mayhem to the groin! Crowd boos as Mayhem drops to his knees and folds over.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS LOW!
Gravedigger: I can not believe I'm witnessing this.. I knew he was up to something, I just knew it!
Freddy Whoa: This is disgusting. I've never been around when Torture acted this way.
Torture takes off his shirt and wraps it around Mayhems throat and Torture drags Mayhem to the center of the ring and then lifts him up with shirt still hooked around his throat and drops him with another Tortures Device in the middle of the ring. Torture stands up and motions to the hard cam... with his hands he makes a gesture...
Zach Davis: Is he spelling.. something??
Gravedigger: He just made a T, an O and another T.
Freddy Whoa: Whoaaaa.
Zach Davis: You have to be kidding me? Team of Torture is back in WCF?
Gravedigger: I don't think they're under contract, Zach. I think this was a big-league move by Torture to get back at Mayhem over nothing. Petty, jealous petty by Torture and his entourage of jobbers.
Zach Davis: Easy, Digger.
Gravedigger: No, I know Torture, we go back and that was uncalled for B.S. Just straight up pettiness from Torture.
Finally, Torture looks towards the gold. He picks up the Hardcore Championship and holds it high in the air to a chorus of booing.
Freddy Whoa: ...Oh come on...
Torture, Avery, Tank and Daniels notice a boat-load of security and WCF management officials walking down the ramp pissed off. The Team of Torture all put their hands behind their heads and sit on their knees. Besides Torture himself, that is. Torture takes the Hardcore Title and drops onto the floor, leaving securty to attend to his unsigned cohorts. The crowd is still booing and just as hot as ever. Pissed off that Torture has turned is back on them. Torture is yelling out to the security "Cool Lives Matter! Hashtag Mayhem Can't Breathe!" as they handcuff the Team of Torture members. The crowd still booing.
Freddy Whoa: ...Wow.
Zach Davis: We knew... I mean, the fans knew... The fans seemed to think that Torture wasn't here for WCF, wasn't here for Marc Mayhem, they said he was here for himself. But this? I didn't expect this.
Gravedigger: Have you watched Torture's career up until now, Zach? Come on.
Torture backpeddles up the ramp and stops half way, once again raising the Hardcore Championship high in the air.
Zach Davis: We should be talking about our new Hardcore Champion, Marc Mayhem. Torture STOLE that moment from Mayhem, and STOLE his Hardcore Title. Marc Mayhem should be leaving with the belt, not Torture.
Torture kisses the Hardcore Title before disappearing behind the curtain.
Kyle Steel: The following contest six man tag team match and it is the final match of the 2015 Trios Tournament where the winners become the NEW Trios Champions and one lucky person earns a future World title shot.
The sounds of several Harley-Davidson motorcycles blare over the sound system, slowly fading out. After a brief pause “Call Me the Breeze” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play.
Zach Davis: Here we go! This is it. After a month here in Mexico the Trios Finals is drawing to a close as Old Pantheon faces off against the DRG here tonight to crown new champions!
Freddy Whoa: Nobody thought that DRG would make it to the Finals so we have a potential upset this year yo.
Gravedigger: I think they’ve had all the fun they can have, the team of Fly/Orbit/Black will prove too much for the DRG here tonight.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Weighing in at 833 pounds, "GONZO" DEUCE MURDOCK!!! GEMINI BATTLE!!! WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION THOMAS URIEL BATES!!! THE DARRRRRRRRRRRRRRK RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDERRRRRRRRRRRSSSSS GANG!!!
Thomas Uriel Bates is the first to step up on stage, followed soon by "Gonzo" Deuce Murdock to his left, and Gemini Battle to his right. The three of them move as one in a V Formation to the ring, as Vanessa follows the group. Once at ringside, Bates climbs the ring apron, then steps over the ring ropes coming in. Gemini goes up the ring steps to the right of Bates, holding the ropes open for Vanessa to step through, while Gonzo goes up the steps left, before launching himself over the top rope into the ring. The three of them find their corner, as they talk over the match. Commentary continues.
Zach Davis: And don’t forget ladies and gentleman, Thomas Bates Television title is up for grabs as well!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, this is such a huge match and could change the landscape of WCF following Trios.
Gravedigger: Especially as we head into Ultimate Showdown in July, only Champions and maybe two lucky chumps get to compete. So it’s important to be a Champion in WCF right now.
"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 steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Orbit struts towards the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the opposing team... first, from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... "THE MACK"... STEVE ORBIT!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit making his way to the ring, with his fellow team members following shortly.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be a slobberknocker y’all!
Gravedigger: We’ll be finding out one way or another, tonight we will see who becomes the first ever Trios Champions.
Zach Davis: It’s also going to be interesting if DRG can manage to pull off the upset and take the whole tournament.
"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. Tonight he’s sporting a hard plastic webbed cast over his elbow.
Kyle Steel: Next, from his residence in Denmark, The Dethfort... weighing two hundred and twelve pounds... THE KING OF ALL WRESTLERS... COREY BLACK!
Freddy Whoa: Gotta wonder, is Corey’s elbow going to be a deciding factor in this match?
Gravedigger: Maybe. DRG knows that Black isn’t 100 percent after Price took the elbow out of Corey’s arsenal, or at least tried to anyways.
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.
Zach Davis: And the crowd goes quiet, awaiting the arrival of Jonny Fly...
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Kyle Steel: And their partner, from New York City... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... THE DYNASTY... 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.
Zach Davis: Here we go, will we be seeing this man lead his team to yet another Trios victory?
Freddy Whoa: Or will DRG cement their Cinderella story with a win here tonight?
Gravedigger: Wake up, the inexperience of the DRG will show in this match against Fly/Orbit/Black. This is Fly/Orbit/Black’s third straight Trios Cup final, also Fly/Black are undefeated teaming together in the tournament, defending champions, exp. advantage, etc.
Zach Davis: What’s really significant is that Thomas Bates is the TV champ, and could earn a World Title shot in the match. Black and Fly are the only wrestlers in WCF history to win the World Title while being the current TV Champ.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The referee takes the WCF Television Championship from Thomas Bates, displays the belt and hands it off before calling for the bell and match begins.
DING! DING! DING!
Both teams talk amongst themselves to see who’s going to start the match. Bates stays in the ring for DRG and it looks like Orbit is going to start things off with him.
Zach Davis: It seems Thomas Bates and Steve Orbit will be starting things off.
Freddy Whoa: This should be good, these two both have a vicious side in high pressure situations.
Bates lunges after Orbit.
Gravedigger: Orbit doing the smart thing and tagging out as Bates went for a lock up!
Zach Davis: No it wasn’t smart! He quickly tagged Fly wanting no part of Bates.
Freddy Whoa: Can ya blame him? Whoa!
Fly eggs Bates to come after him. Bates obliges and runs into a forearm from Fly which doesn’t faze Bates.
Fly with a European Uppercut. Bates still absorbs the hits.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Fly fires off more uppercuts using his size to his advantage doing quick grapples then bringing his arm up inside to hit Bates under the chin.
Zach Davis: Bates just grabbed Fly and tossed him across the ring like a rag doll!
Fly is quick to his feet embarrassed a little and charges Bates.
Fly dodges Bates’ massive arm.
Fly flings himself at Bates trying to take the big man down with a Crossbody.
Zach Davis: Uh oh! Bates has caught Fly, Fly tried a Crossbody but Bates has him in his grasp.
Bates applies an old school bearhug on Fly wrapping his tree trunks of arms around Fly and applies pressure.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Fly is turning red!
Zach Davis: That’s because he has a big man squeezing the life out of him!
Gravedigger: He needs to fight out of this and make the tag!
Bates begins to shake his body from side to side, in order to generate more pain around the ribs and spine of Fly.
Zach Davis: Look at the display of strength from our Television Champion!
Freddy Whoa: And the resiliency of Jonny Fly! He’s still holding on!
Gravedigger: He needs to get his arm’s free and hit Bates’ big ole’ head to get him to release the hold.
Orbit and Black start willing Fly on.
Zach Davis: Mongolian Chop!
Fly 'karate chops' both Bates’ shoulders and sides of the neck in a swinging motion trying to break free.
Fly manages to break free after hitting both Bates’ ears with the edge of his hands at the same time.
Fly runs to the ropes and rebounds.
Zach Davis: SPEAR! Fly with the Spear taking Bates down!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Now’s his chance to make the tag with Bates off his feet!
Fly crawls for his corner and leaps halfway into the air.
Fly tags Bates in.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Black unloads with stiff kicks to the body trying to keep Bates grounded.
Black nails a huge elbow strike to the head of Bates.
Black with another elbow strike trying to stun Bates who still tries getting back up.
Bates shoves Black to the ground creating separation.
Zach Davis: Black tried everything to keep Bates down but it didn’t work, Bates is hungry tonight!
Freddy Whoa: That he is!
Gravedigger: Eventually he’ll bite off more than he can chew! Just watch.
Black charges with a knee strike but Bates blocks it.
Bates uses remaining strength and tosses Black across the ring.
Bates tags in Battle.
Battle darts into the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt from Black.
Battle nails Black with a concentrated kick to the injured elbow!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Gemini is targeting the injured arm of Corey.
Gravedigger: Like blood in a shark pool.
Battle grapples Black and applies an Arm wringer, working over the elbow. Black immediately grabs the ropes to break up the hold
Zach Davis: Gemini is doing all he can to keep Black from using his patented elbow!
Freddy Whoa: He needs to break the hold before he gets disqualified.
Bates orders Battle to release and he does.
Zach Davis: Bates showing his authority ordering Gemini to break the hold.
Battle grabs Black by the arm and pulls him to his corner. Black fights him off.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Black fires off a few sidekicks to fend Battle off.
Black Irish whips Battle.
Black and Battle take each other out with a double clothesline!
Zach Davis: They nailed each other! Both men are down!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! These guys are giving it all they got tonight!
Gravedigger: That’s because they wanna win! Tonight is their chance to become Trios Champions, Television Champion, and earn a WHC title shot. The stakes are high!
The referee counts again.
Black starts to move.
Battle starts to move.
Black heads for Orbit and Fly.
Battle heads for Bates and Gonzo.
Black tags in Orbit while Battle tags in Gonzo.
Both men rush the ring to change the tide of the match.
Zach Davis: The momentum could shift here!
Gonzo kicks Orbit in the face outta no where!
Orbit fires back with a spinning backfist!
BAM! BLAM! BAM!
Gonzo and Orbit start wailing on each other with flurries of punches. They end up against the ropes and the referee orders them to break apart.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Gonzo and Orbit continuing brawling ignoring the referee.
Zach Davis: The referee is losing control! These men do not care about him.
Freddy Whoa: They wanna win Trios bad! Almost too much…
Gravedigger: That’s what Trios is all about how bad do you wanna win?!
Orbit pushes Gonzo off.
Gonzo takes Orbit down with a flying Lariat!
Zach Davis: Gonzo cuts Orbit down to size!
1.. 1 ½…
Gonzo pulls Orbit to his feet.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Orbit gets off a low kick, quick jab and a headbutt in a combination staggering Gonzo.
Orbit leaps into the air.
Zach Davis: Orbit going for a leaping DDT.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Pimp Slap from Gonzo!
Gonzo nails Orbit’s Pimp Slap to Orbit himself while Orbit is mid-air. Orbit crashes down on the mat.
Gravedigger: Oh shit! Gonzo done messed up now, he stole Orbit’s move!
Orbit holds his face in shock and sticks his tongue out a little before smiling.
Orbit is quick to his feet.
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
Orbit shows Gonzo how it’s done with his Pimp Slap.
Gonzo answers with a Knife edge chop across Orbit’s chest.
Orbit nails a big jawbreaker to Gonzo.
Orbit tags in Fly.
Zach Davis: Orbit tags in his brother Fly, who’d have thought we’d ever say that?
Fly and Gonzo meet in the center of the ring and start exchanging kicks.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Gonzo with kicks to the face while Fly returns fire with European Uppercuts.
Gonzo nails a running flying knee!
Zach Davis: OUCH! Gonzo with a huge knee to Jonny’s face.
Freddy Whoa: That had to have hurt!
Gravedigger: Look at Fly he liked it!
Fly gets back to his feet and tells Gonzo to come at him again.
Gonzo goes for a running high leg kick.
Fly moves out of the way and delivers a kick to Gonzo's chin.
Zach Davis: Superkick!
Gonzo falls back first to the mat and Fly covers.
Gonzo powers out. Fly pulls him to his feet and grapples him for an Irish whip.
Gemini tags himself in as Gonzo hits the ropes.
Gemini hits the ring as Fly heads to his corner.
Gemini clotheslines Fly into Black and Orbit and they all fall to the floor below.
Gemini climbs the turnbuckles.
Gemini takes out all three members of Old Pantheon with a high risk plancha off the top rope to the outside.
CROWD: THIS IS AWESOME!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! High risk move by Gemini!
The referee counts.
Gemini slides back into the ring.
Fly, Orbit and Black begin getting back to their feet.
Gemini hits the ropes.
Gemini rebounds and sets up for a Suicide dive!
Fly counters with a European uppercut stopping Gemini.
Fly slides back into the ring and waits for Black to get on the apron.
Fly tags Black in.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Battle and Black go at it. Battle and Black are pummeling each other into a corner, Battle is focusing on Black’s elbow while Black
Black counters Battle and stalks him.
Black soars into the air and connects with a Busaiku Knee Strike driving his knee into Gemini’s face.
Zach Davis: Corey may not be able to use that elbow of his but he is making up for it with his legs, knees, other elbow etc.
Corey makes the cover.
Frustration starts to seep in as Black grabs Battle by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Once vertical Black lifts Gemini up on his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Burning Hammer! CD has him!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Corey’s about to end it!
Black goes for the Burning Hammer.
Battle manages to slip away and lands on his feet.
Zach Davis: Battle counters! He got away!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini gets free and sends Corey into the ringpost elbow first.
Black clutches his elbow writhing in pain.
Battle sets up for a Splash in the corner.
Black barrels out of the corner with a running Yazuka kick that staggers Battle.
Zach Davis: DAMN! Corey almost took Battle’s head off right there!
Freddy Whoa: And created much needed space so he can get to his corner.
Gravedigger: Fly and Orbit are both waiting on him, both want in this match to take the gold home here tonight!
Zach Davis: Here’s Orbit!
Gemini manages to tag in Gonzo.
Freddy Whoa: And Gonzo!
Both men charge after each other in the center of the ring.
Orbit with another Pimp Slap out of no where!
Zach Davis: Gonzo is dazed!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Crane kick! Orbit broke out the Crane kick! Gonzo is down.
Orbit climbs up the turnbuckles.
Gravedigger: Orbit’s looking to finish off Gonzo with the Oakland Splash!
Gonzo hops up to his feet and kicks Orbit in the head!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Orbit is kicked off the turnbuckle by Gonzo, he never made it into the air!
Orbit crashes down to the mat, but has enough presence of mind to dive and tag in Black. Black Springboards into the ring, but gets a stiff kick to the gut from Gonzo for his troubles. Corey stumbls up and Gonzo stalks him.
Zach Davis: Van Damme Special!
Freddy Whoa: Gonzo connects with a Spinning Heel Kick to the Head!
Gravedigger: Corey is down!
Gonzo turns his attention to Orbit on the apron.
Zach Davis: Chuck Norris Special! Gonzo just cheap shotted Orbit!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: He should have been paying attention instead of eating Hot Fries with Fly.
Black is back up! He turns Gonzo around!
Orbit and Gonzo lock up. Gonzo reverses.
Zach Davis: Gonzo setting up Bat Country!
Gonzo lifts Black into the air and drills him into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Bat Country connects! And Gonzo follows through with the cover!
The referee counts the pin and the crowd counts along.
DING! DING! DING!
Crushing Day begins playing as the rest of the DRG comes to the ring to join Battle, Murdock, and Bates to celebrate their hard-fought victory winning the 2015 Trios becoming Trios Champions.
Kyle Steel: Your winners, and the FIRST EVER Trios Champions! Gemini Battle, Deuce Murdock, and still Television Champion, Thomas Uriel Bates!
Zach Davis: And there you have it. Trios Champions are crowned and Deuce Murdock earns a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship in the future!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Trios is actually over! And can you imagine Deuce Murdock vs ICE Beckman or even Dune! Ultimate Showdown just got more interesting…
Gravedigger: And no one thought the DRG would make it this far and here they silence the critics as their names will are etched into history!
Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly collect themselves on the outside, staring daggers into the ring at the DRG. Black holds his head in pain and rolls out of the ring as Orbit and Fly head up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Simply incredible.
The camera cuts to a shot of the inside of The Sentinels locker room. Howard Black and Occulo rest on a long bench, battered, bloodied, and bruised from the night’s events thus far. Howard wraps a fresh bandage around his arm, covering up the claw marks made by one Katherine Phoenix, while Occulo tends to the wounds given to him by Danny Anderson in their brutal bout. Dune stands a few feet from them, keeping loose and light on his feet as he prepares for ICE Beckman. His icy blue eyes are on fire as he stares ahead.
Occulo pours another stream of rubbing alcohol onto one of the many deep gashes that litter his body, and he winces in pain as it seeps into the raw crevasse. He looks up at Dune and nods his head.
Occulo: You’re ready.
Howard Black: No shit. I think ICE is scared – legitimately scared.
Dune: He’s not as big a fool as he lets on then. He knows when he’s met his match. He’s up against an unstoppable force tonight…the problem for him is that he’s not an immovable object. I’m going to dethrone the King and crucify him atop WCF Mountain before I fling him over the edge.
Dune turns to Occulo.
Dune: I know you’ve been through Hell tonight, but come a little further with me and I’ll make it worth your while. It’s Flash, Occulo – I need you to make sure he doesn’t run in and fuck this up for me when I’ve got his partner beat dead to rights. I need you to –
Occulo stands up despite the immense pain shooting through his body.
Occulo: It’s done. Joey Flash won’t step foot in the ring – you have my word.
Dune: That’s all I need.
Howard rises alongside Occulo.
Howard Black: Don't worry about Flash or any of the rest of Imperium; they try anything, we'll be there. They ain't catching us in the locker room again. We'll be right behind the curtain waiting.
Dune nods confidently at Howard and shakes his hand as he looks him in the eye. Dune turns to Occulo and does the same.
Occulo: It’s time, Dune.
Howard Black: Sentinels rising, man. Go do right.
Dune turns and lowers his head, glaring forward with murderous intent. The three Sentinels make their way out of the locker room and down the hallway toward the curtain as the camera cuts away.
Kyle Steel: The following match is set for one fall, and is for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd erupts at the announcement.
Zach Davis: A loud response from this crowd. They have been waiting for this match all night.
Gravedigger: Forget all night. They’ve been waiting for this one for weeks!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, your special guest referee… the Juggalo Warrior, Isaiah Chavis!
The crowd cheers as red strobe lights begin to flash. “Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid begins to play, and the camera searches the audience for Isaiah. We find him at the back of the crowd just as the strobes stop. He is dressed in black pants and a referee shirt that looks to be about five sizes too big.
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis, bringing a little bit of ghetto fabulous with him, as always.
Gravedigger: He looks like a friggin’ goon.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, better too big than too small. Am I right, most other guest referees?
Isaiah jumps onto a railing, and leaps into the crowd, letting them catch and surf him down to the floor. He dances around a bit, knowing the more he stalls the angrier the two competitors waiting are going to be. Eventually he slides into the ring, and his music stops.
Kyle Steel: And now introducing the challenger...
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel:...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
Zach Davis: I can not say enough about this competitor. He is one of the most frightening presences WCF has seen in a long time.
Gravedigger: I’m having a hard time remembering someone as imposing and intimidating as this man right here. This is definitely going to be a battle for the ages.
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center. He grabs the collar of his tactical vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his vest and dropping it outside the ring. He gives Isaiah a death glare, which the painted up referee answers with a smile and an almost cheesy wave.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the defending champion…
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 one hand and the World title in the other. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the beer in his hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 250lbs. He is the WCF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORLD...Natural ICE Beckman!!
Freddy Whoa: And what more can we really say about Beckman that hasn’t already been said? It’s a cliche, but he is WCF champ for a reason.
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. He spits in Isaiah’s direction. Isaiah answers by yelling “Rude!”
Zach Davis: Alright, well you have to wonder how the involvement of Isaiah Chavis is going to change this match up.
Freddy Whoa: There’s a lot of bitter feelings here, but it’s equal from both sides it seems. I’m not really sure how this is gonna go.
Isaiah does the pre-match routine where he checks the wrestlers for weapons, but instead he hides a pair of brass knuckles on each man. They each give him weird looks, but then just sort of shrug and leave them in their boots. Isaiah signals for the match to begin, and immediately the two men begin trading vicious punches.
Zach Davis: No feeling out period from these two! They want to get right at it.
Gravedigger: Another thing we should mention is that Isaiah needs to be careful how he goes about this tonight. You know both men’s respective stables are backstage right now just waiting to back them up if need be.
Dune quickly uses his superior size to back ICE into the corner. He lowers his shoulder, and slams it into Beckman’s midsection several times. He then stands up and hits a few back elbows to Beckman’s jaw. ICE stumbles out of the corner, and Dune bounces off the ropes. He goes for a big lariat, but Beckman ducks it. Dune hits the opposite rope, and comes back to catch a boot in the midsection. ICE then grabs the back of Dune’s head and his trunks and tosses him to the outside. Beckman yells at Isaiah to count him out.
Isaiah Chavis: You want him in here so bad, you go get him.
Beckman almost takes a swing at ISaiah, until Chavis points at the WCF patch on his chest. ICE rolls his eyes and leaves the ring to chase after Dune. Dune is up though, and hits ICE with twice the clothesline he missed before. Chavis jumps down and starts reffing on the outside.
Zach Davis: I might be mistaken, but I believe Isaiah Chavis has just turned this into an impromptu no count out match.
Gravedigger: Haven’t you been listening? You may as well call this one a no holds barred match. Chavis is basically going to let them beat each other half to death with whatever they want. Brilliant move, but it doesn't mean I like the creepy little Juggalo.
Dune stomps Beckman a few times, before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring. He follows after, and lufts ICE, propping him up against the turnbuckle. He backs up and sprints forward, going for a big splash, but Beckman dives out of the way. Dune eats turnbuckle and stumbles backward into a neckbreaker from ICE. Beckman doesn’t go for the pin. Instead he stays on Dune, hitting him with a number of punches to the head and face. He then tries to rip at Dune’s mask, but Dune shoves him off, and rolls into a corner.
Zach Davis: ICE going for that mask, and that might not be a smart move.
Freddy Whoa: You said it. I think it’s only serving to make Dune mad.
Dune gets to his feet, and the two men meet in the middle, trading more punches. Dune shoves Beckman back into the ropes. When he bounces back, Dune grabs him for a belly to belly suplex, which ICE counters with a few quick headbutts to the man’s face. Dune lets go and stumbles backwards, and Beckman capitalizes, hitting him with a heavy clothesline. He quickly drops a few knees on Dune’s chest, before going for the cover. ISaiah doesn’t even get to one before Dune shoves ICE off him. Beckman gets to his feet first however, and stomps away at Dune’s head and chest.
Gravedigger: Beckman refusing to let up!
Freddy Whoa: He knows that if he’s gonna beat Dune, he can’t even let him take a breath. He’s got to be on this man from the first bell to the last.
Beckman grabs his arm like he’s going for the Cocktailed Crossface, but Dune reverses it and rolls ICE up. Again Isaiah doesn’t even get to one, and both wrestler stand to their feet. There’s a moment of a face off where the crowd erupts, but it doesn’t last long. Dune swings for the fences with a punch, but Beckman ducks down, and rushes forward, tackling Dune and sending them both through the ropes to the floor. They both lay on the concrete, as Isaiah jumps out to check on them. Beckman is the first to stand. He picks Dune up, and Irish whips him into the guardrail. He leans Dune up against the steel, and hits him with a few hard chops that cause some of the nearby crowd to flinch. Beckman backs up, and goes for a clothesline, but Dune ducks down and back body drops him over the railing, into a few fans. They all crash to the concrete, as Dune throws his fists high in the air.
Zach Davis: They need to be careful, of WCF is going to get sued tonight. Hopefully those fans are ok.
Gravedigger: Well it sure as hell doesn’t look like Beckman is.
ICE is getting up, but very slowly. He gets to his feet with the help of the guard rail, but Dune drags him over and onto the floor. He tosses Beckman into the ring, and goes for the pin. Isaiah drops down to count.
Beckman kicks out, and Dune glares at Isaiah. Chavis just shrugs, and signals that it was a two count.
Gravedigger: This is exactly what Isaiah said he wanted. He was going to make the match go as long as he could, and make sure these two understand what it means to fuck with a little man with a plan.
Zach Davis: That’s a great moniker. Are you SURE you’re not starting to like him?
Gravedigger: No... shut up.
Dune drags Beckman to his feet, and tosses him into the corner. He hits a couple european uppercuts, and then hits a few shoulders to the gut. On the third one, ICE wraps his arm around Dune’s neck and squeezes, dropping them both to the mat.
Zach Davis: Dune going to the well one too many times, and Beckman caught him.
Beckman wrenches on the front facelock, as Dune scrambles to get out of it. He tries to flip them a couple times, but both times Beckman is smart enough to use the momentum to flip it back around. However, this draws them close enough to the ropes where Dune can reach out and grab the bottom one. Isaiah waits for a while, pretending not to see it at first, and then checking his non existent watch, before teling ICE that’s enough. Beckman stands to his feet, and kicks Dune out of the ring, following after. He lifts Dune to his feet, and whips him into the steel ring steps. The first half goes flying, as Dune lays on the bottom half. Slowly Dune gets up with the help of the ringpost. That’s when Beckman goes in for the kill. He sprints forward, and goes for a boot, but Dune is too quick. He gets under the boot, and grabs Beckman’s other leg, lifting him into a powerbomb position. He then spins around, and slams ICE down on the bottom half of the steel ring steps. Both men stay down for a while, as the crowd chants “Holy shit”
Zach Davis: I think the crowd has said it best. What an insane powerbomb from Dune, and you have to imagine that’s it for ICE.
Gravedigger: If Dune can capitalize, but he’s been beaten pretty bad too from the non stop onslaught of Beckman. Both these men are struggling right now.
Dune gets up first, and tosses Beckman under the bottom rope. He slides in, but doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he drops a knee into Beckman’s spine, grabs his chin, and wrenches upward. Beckman flails in agony, as Isaiah asks him if he gives up.
Freddy Whoa: Beckman’s back has to be hurting him after that powerbomb, and this is only compounding the pain.
It becomes clear that Beckman isn’t going to tap, so Dune let’s him go, and gives him a couple stomps to the spine for good measure. Isaiah suddenly slides out of the ring, and grabs a chair from one of the fan. He hands it to Dune with a wide smile. Dune shrugs and takes a swing at Beckman, but ICE dives forward and hits Dune with a low blow, causing him to drop the chair. Dune doubles over, and Beckman grabs the chair. He first uses it to help him up, then he brings it crashing down across Dune’s back. Dune jerks up, howling in pain, and ICE levels another chair shot, this time to his skull. Dune drops to the ground, and ICE holds up the chair in celebration.
Zach Davis: A set of nasty chair shots takes Dune out, and it look like ICE has this thing won. At least he thinks so.
ICE drops the chair, and signals for the Hangover DDT. He picks Dune up, and sets him up for it, but Dune stands up, lifting ICE, and slamming him face first on the chair. Blood runs from a cut on Beckman’s forehead. Dune turns him over and covers him. ISaiah drops to count.
…..No! Beckman kicks out!
Zach Davis: It looks like Isaiah doesn’t quite want this one to end yet. Dune gets in his face, and takes a swing at him. Isaiah ducks it, and Dune spins around to get hit wiht a desperation headbutt to the midsection from Beckman. ICE then quickly stands up, and lifts Dune, hitting the jumping piledriver.
Gravedigger: The box wine hangover! This could be it! Beckman goes for the cover!
……..Dune kicks out! Beckman gives Chavis a glare, but keeps his focus on Dune. He lifts the man up, but gets caught with a punch to the gut. Dune stands, and slams a few hard forearms down on Beckman’s shoulderblades. He grabs his arms, and lifts him into a double underhook crucifix position.
Zach Davis: Dune wants to end it now! He’s going for the sandstorm!
Beckman wiggles free, and bounces off the ropes. Dune turns around and gets hit with a high knee to the jaw. Dune stumbles back and bounces off the ropes. On the rebound, Beckman kicks him in the gut, and goes for the Hangover DDT. Dune pushes him back, and shoots forward, spearing Beckman to the ground. Dune slowly rolls out of the ring, and pulls a table out from underneath. He slides it under the bottom rope, and follows. He sets the table up, and by the time he does, Beckman has crawled to his feet. Dune tosses him into the corner. He drags Beckman to the top rope, and hooks his arms before hitting the Badlander, smashing the table to bits. Dune covers as the crowd goes wild.
...No! Beckman just barely kicks out!
Zach Davis: Looks like Isaiah is ready to let them finish each other off, but Beckman’s ridiculous resilience shows through, and he barely manages to kick out!
Freddy Whoa: Beckman may honestly be running on instinct and involuntary muscles contractions at this point.
Dune punches the mat, and stands to his feet. He grabs the chair, and sets it on Beckman’s head. Dune then bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop, but Beckman moves out of the way, causing Dune to land tailbone first on the chair. He lays on the mat, and Beckman slides in, locking him in a head scissors. He squeezes tight on the throat, and begins to tear at Dune’s mask some more.
Zach Davis: Beckman is serious about getting at that mask.
Gravedigger: He wants to hurt Dune in any way he can.
Dune manages to twist and wrench himself out of the hold, and rolls under the bottom rope, readjusting his mask. Dune climbs back up on the apron, and Beckman meets him at the ropes. They trade a few punches, before Dune grabs Beckman’s head under his arm, and lifts him for a suplex. He stalls, and turns his body before slamming Beckman down on the apron. Both men roll to the floor, but Dune gets up fairly quickly.
Gravedigger: Beckman ripping at that mask might have just given Dune his second win!
He lifts Beckman up, and the man’s face is now covered in crimson due to the cut he sustained earlier. With a smile, Dune reaches into his boot, and pulls out the brass knuckles Isaiah gave him earlier. He slides them over his fingers, and winds up, he swings hard, but Beckman ducks it. ICE kicks Dune in the gut, and hits a quick spike DDT.
Zach Davis: There it is! The Hangover DDT!
Freddy Whoa: But it doesn’t mean a thing if he can’t get him back in the ring. Chavis still has to enforce SOME rules.
Beckman slowly drags the man’s giant frame up onto the apron, and rolls him inside. BEckman then struggles to roll himself inside before going for the pin.
NO! Dune just manages to get the shoulder up. Beckman slaps the mat and argues with Chavis, but Isaiah insists it was two. Beckman bends down to grab Dune, but Dune swings, and clocks him with the brass knuckles that are still on his hand. Beckman falls to the ground, and Dune takes a second to breathe.
Zach Davis: No matter the outcome, both of these men have left a lot of themselves on the canvas tonight, both literally and figuratively.
Freddy Whoa: Absolutely. Neither man has anything to be ashamed of after this one.
Dune slowly rolls himself onto Beckman for the cover.
...No! Beckman kicks out. Both men lay on the ground, as the crowd gives them a standing ovation.
Zach Davis: The crowd loving every second of this match!
Gravedigger: I can’t say I blame them. This has been quite the fight for the WCF title, and it’s not quite over yet!
Dune is the first to get up, but Beckman slowly stands as Dune is steadying himself. ICE grabs the brass knuckles out of his own boot and swings for the fences.
Dune ducks the punch, and kicks Beckman in the gut. He lifts him for the Sandstorm. Beckman wiggles out, and both men spin around. Beckman grabs for Dune’s mask in desperation, but gets hit with a hard short arm clothesline. While Beckman is on the ground, Dune rips off his own mask, revealing the scarred skin beneath. He tosses the mask away and lifts Beckman to his feet. He hooks both his arms and lifts him up, hitting the sandstorm, before covering for the pin.
Dune slowly gets to his feet, allowing Chavis to raise his hand in victory, and hand him the belt.
Kyle Steel:Your winner and NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion… DUNE!
Dune holds his belt high in celebration, letting the crowd shower him with applause.
Zach Davis: UNBELIEVABLE!
Freddy Whoa: I can't believe it!
Gravedigger: That's what Zach said, Freddy, this is unbelievable!
The celebration takes a while, allowing Beckman to come to and rise to his feet, shouting at Isaiah about the match.
Zach Davis: For a while I personally, and the WCF fans, didn't think that we'd see a WCF Champion any time soon that wasn't named ICE Beckman or Bobby Cairo. But Dune has destroyed that notion. He conquered the Trilogy Cup, and he conquered ICE Beckman here tonight.
Gravedigger: With some help from Isaiah Chavis.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think so, Gravedigger. I think Dune had this match no matter the referee, but I'm sure that matter is up for debate.
Eventually Chavis gets fed up Beckman's shenanigans, and grabs Beckman, hitting him with the jester drop. Chavis jumps onto the second rope, and goes for the carnival of carnage. Dune catches him around the mid section mid-flip, and slams him hard to the mat. He then rises to his feet and holds his belt up, as both Isaiah and ICE lay at his feet.