12/22/2013


One Intro

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Back to the world that's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Chase Michaels Segment

The scene cuts to Zach Davis and Erin Robbins sitting at the commentary table.

Zach Davis: Well we've got a packed card for you tonight with the WCF World Title being defended in the main event.

Erin Robbins: But before we get to the good stuff like seeing our boss Twilight utterly humiliate that crazed psycho Eric Price we have quite a few matches to get through...

Zach Davis: Sorry to interrupt you Erin but I'm getting word from backstage that there's an altercation in the backstage parking lot...

Erin Robbins: Probably those idiots George and Kevin smashing some poor helpless smuck!

The camera cuts backstage to see Chase Michaels attempting to fight off several masked bikers but gets his knee clipped from behind by one of the masked bikers with a steel pole before getting his head bounced several times off of the hood of a parked car.

Zach Davis: Michaels is needs some help....

Two of the masked bikers pick Michaels up and toss him head first through the front passenger side window busting him wide open.

Erin Robbins: Michaels really needs some help out there!

The masked bikers go to pick Michaels up again but Michaels attempts to fight back nailing one of them with a low blow and starts brawling with the other two but again the numbers disadvantage goes against him and the other two bikers pummel him into the ground before picking him up and tossing him head first through the rear passenger side window.

Erin Robbins: Okay where the hell is secuirty!

Michaels crumples to the floor as one biker continues to stomp on him while the other checks on his compatriot who yells at them to finish Michaels off. The other two bikers pick Michaels up and drag him away from the car before lifting him to his feet and running him at force towards the front of the car before proceeding to toss him directly through the front wind-shield causing him to land a crumpled and bloodied heap on front seats of the car.

Zach Davis: Hey Erin isn't that your car?

Erin Robbins: You really think that matters I got insurance you moron but Michaels has got to be hurt!

Security swarm the area but it's too late as the bikers make their escape.

Erin Robbins: Bloody useless what the hell do we pay those idiots for!

Medical personnel and officials check on Michaels who hasn't moved since being sent crashing through the windshield.

The camera pans back to Erin Robbins and Zach Davis.

Zach Davis: Well it doesn't look like Michaels is going to be able to compete in that battle royal next!

Erin Robbins: How about I smash your head through several panes of glass and then toss you through a wind shield and we see if you can do your job. God damn it I'm sitting beside a god damn moron!

Tag Team Titles Contendership Match
Battle Royal
Final Two Participants Face The Thickness Later in the Night
Zack Wild vs Dez Angel vs Jason Weslow vs The Original Gangster vs Chris Davidson vs Xavier vs David Krink vs Jayden Thunder vs Cormack MacNeill

As we come back from a video promo hyping some of WCF's newest stars, everyone is already in the ring.

Zach Davis: We've got nine stars in this thing and all hell has broken loose!

And indeed it has. As the bell rings, everyone picks someone to brawl with. Jayden Thunder and Jason Weslow trade blows; Dez Angel and Xavier; the Original Gangster and Cormack MacNeill; Chris Davidson and David Krink... as Zack Wild circles around the chaos, waiting to see where to get in.

Erin Robbins: Poor Zack Wild WOULD have Chase Michaels to brawl with, except for what just happened here after that attack.

Zack eventually runs at Chris Davidson and David Krink and attacks the both of them. He clubs them from behind and then spins the both of them around, kicking Davidson in the gut and DDTing him to the mat. Zack gets back up and Davidson hits him with a Big Boot.

Zach Davis: Nice try from Mr. Wild there, but he just ate Davidson's boot. You know, I've been trying to think of some Black Label Society puns to make, but I just can't.

Erin Robbins: Working with you will be the demise of my sanity, Zach.

Meanwhile, Dez Angel has Xavier on the ground. He's stomping at him, but Xavier is working his way up. Xavier throws a wild Clothesline, which Angel ducks before hitting a stiff kick to the gut... BOOM!, quick Jacknife Powerbomb!

Zach Davis: Great Powerbomb there, but hey wait what's this!?

The Original Gangster, out of nowhere, clubs Dez from behind before quickly picking Xavier up and grabbing his throat before Chokeslamming him out of the ring!

Erin Robbins: What strength! Holy moly. There goes Xavier! First elimination!

Meanwhile, Davidson has Krink up. Davidson lifts Krink and executes a vicious Alabama Slam. Krink stumbles back to his feet as Davidson climbs to the top.

Zach Davis: Davidson going high risk.. will it pay off?

Davidson hits a Missile Dropkick, and it connects!, sending Krink flying out of the ring!

Erin Robbins: Boom, second elimination.

Zack Wild has begun brawling with Cormack MacNeill. The fans are chanting for Cormack.

Crowd: CORMACK! CORMACK! CORMACK!

Erin Robbins: Cormack hasn't had a lot of success yet, but he's developed quite a following with the fans.

Cormack goes to throw Zack Wild to the ropes, but Wild reverses it. Cormack goes flying and Wild hits him with a Spear! Cormack stumbles down and Wild readies himself...

Zach Davis: Superkick!

Wild's Superkick sends Cormack flying out of the ring! The fans boo.

Erin Robbins: We're down to Jayden Thunder, Dez Angel, the Original Gangster, Zack Wild, and Chris Davidson.

Wild turns and is met with a Running Clothesline from Davidson. Davidson then grabs him once he's up...

Zach Davis: Muscle Lock!

But no!, Wild just barely escapes the Full Nelson before it's locked in! Wild then grabs Davidson and hits a Piledriver.

Erin Robbins: Vicious move.

He picks Davidson up and tosses him over!

Zach Davis: Elimin-

...Just as the Original Gangster tosses Wild over from behind!

Zach Davis: -ation!

We're down to Jayden Thunder, Dez Angel, and the OG.

Erin Robbins: One more elimination and we find out what team will be facing The Thickness later tonight!

Jayden Thunder and Dez Angel are fighting one another. Brawling back and forth. Jayden gets the upper hand and throws Angel to the ropes. As Angel comes back, Jayden catches him in a big Tiltawhirl Backbreaker!

Zach Davis: Great move!

Jayden stomps at Angel just long enough for the Original Gangster to once again attack from behind. Jayden shrugs it off and spins around, hitting a huge roundhouse kick to Gangster's head! Gangster goes down and stumbles back up as Jayden catches him...

Erin Robbins: Ride the Lightning! He hits it !

This allows Thunder to pick Gangster up and throw him out of the ring! The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: And there you have it! Jayden Thunder and Dez Angel will face The Thickness later in the evening.

Erin Robbins: What a great opportunity for two people so new to the company. The chance to fight for the WCF Tag Team Titles at the biggest stage of them all.. Wow.

Thunder helps Angel up, nodding to him, realizing that they'll be teaming later in the evening. Angel returns the nod. They both begin to celebrate, making "belt around the waist" motions.

The Arrival of Jay Price

The camera feed switches to the backstage area of the Staples Center where the doors lead out to the parking garage. The doors are suddenly thrust open as Jay Price enters the arena.

Zach Davis: Jay Price is here!

Price actually gets a respectable pop from the crowd as he's seen shaking hands with a few of the backstage officials as he heads for the hallway.

Zach Davis: We heard Jay announce that he'd be here tonight to make one final appearance in front of the WCF crowd at the Awards Show. I'm still shocked to hear that he's going to be leaving, he's still in the prime of his career.

Erin Robbins: Prime of his career? He's only 26 and he's already had three neck surgeries. Heck, just over a week ago he lost most of his middle finger in a match against Corey Black.

Zach Davis: Well I'd like to see you face off against someone with a machete and not lose a body part.

Erin Robbins: I wouldn't be stupid enough to get near someone with a machete.

Jay is seen walking through the hallway when he passes by a door bearing the name of Seth Lerch. He stops, takes a few steps back and stares at the door. He tries the handle to find it's been locked.

Jay Price: Apparently someone finally wised up.

Price continues the walk down the hallway when he comes across longtime WCF backstage interviewer Hank Brown. Jay sneaks up behind him and wraps his hands around his throat.

Jay Price: GUESS WHO?

Hank Brown (gasping for air): I...I...can't bre...brea...breath.

Jay Price: Still a pansy, eh?

Price releases Hank's throat and Hank begins to cough as Price chuckles.

Jay Price: Well are you going to guess?

Hank Brown: Fuck you Price.

Jay Price: Hey! You win!

Jay swiftly kicks Hank in the balls, dropping the announcer to the ground as he alternates between trying to breath and holding his crotch.

Jay Price: Well?

Hank Brown: Well what you ass...asshole?!?

Jay Price: Aren't you going to wish me well in my retirement?

Hank Brown: The only thing I wish you is death!

Jay Price: Oh Hank, you're still my favorite whipping boy.

Price smiles and walks off, leaving Hank to nurse his aching testicles. He takes a right turn and heads down a hallway until he comes to a door bearing his name.

Jay Price: I've got a good feeling about tonight.

Price enters the room and shuts the door behind him as the camera zooms in on his name.

Tuxedo Match
Biohazard vs Tyler Walker

Kyle Steel: The following match is our opening contest, and it is a TUXEDO MATCH!

The crowd goes bananas. Camera pans to show different sections of the crowd sporting "TEAM BIOHAZARD" shits, and others showing "TEAM TYLER".

"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the PA. Tyler Walker emerges from backstage, wearing a standard black and white tuxedo. He's bobbing his head to the music.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Santa Monica, California... weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds... THE BEAST... TYLER WALKER THE SPACE WEARWOLF!!!

Tyler hops onto the apron and begins to howl at the moon.

Zach Davis: Tyler looks confident. Ready to fight his former best friend.

Erin Robbins: This is gonna be something-- that's for sure.

breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash but hes wearing his cocky shades and tuxedo with the biohazard symbol on the back

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Mexico City... weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BIOHAZARD!!

Zach Davis: And of course, biohazard, who shockingly turned on his former tag team partner, Tyler Walker, a few weeks back on Slam.

DING DING DING

biohazard and Tyler Walker stare each other down.

Erin Robbins: Plenty of history between these two men. They tagged together almost all year, and were inseperable. They teamed together, they ate together--

Zach Davis: They bathed together.

Erin Robbins: Right. And now, they face each other at the biggest event of the year.

Walker and bio take a few moments to compliment each other on their tuxedos-- until biohazard snaps out of it, and slaps Tyler across the face!

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Tyler starts yelling at biohazard-- but he gets slapped in the face again!

Erin Robbins: How much is Tyler going to take?

This time, Walker shoves biohazard to the mat! bio gets right back up and runs at Tyler, and the two men begin brawling. Tyler quickly gets the upper hand, punching biohazard in the gut and hitting him with knee lifts. Walker backs him into the corner and begins hitting him with shoulder thrusts, before whipping bio into the opposite corner. He charges into the corner with a corner splash--

Zach Davis: Nobody home! biohazard dives out of the way.

As Tyler stumbles out of the corner, biohazard catches him with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head! Tyler drops to his knees. biohazard runs to the opposite ropes and comes back with a dropkick to Walker, and he falls forward onto the mat. biohazard grabs ahold of Tyler's coat and pulls it off-- as he gets the second arm out, Tyler grabs biohazards arm. The two men get to their feet, and Tyler drops biohazard with a short-arm clothesline, but biohazard takes the coat with him.

Erin Robbins: Tyler's lost his coat! Score one for biohazard, Tyler zero.

Walker stomps on biohazard, viciously. Tyler pulls him up and presses him high over his head. He walks around the ring for a moment in a display of strength, and then throws biohazard over the top rope to the outside!

Zach Davis: Pure power by The Beast.

Tyler rolls out of the ring and pulls biohazard to his feet, whipping him into the guardrail. Tyler searches underneath the ring and drags out a table-- he slides the table into the ring, and then grabs biohazard and rolls him into the ring. Tyler climbs onto the apron and enters through the ropes.

Erin Robbins: This can't be good for biohazard.

Zach Davis: Tyler's setting up the table-- and I'm sure he intends to send biohazard right through it.

The table is set up in the middle of the ring. biohazard is still laid out, and Tyler goes to pull him up--

Erin Robbins: LOW BLOW! biohazard with a low blow!

Tyler doubles over. biohazard plants Tyler with a DDT. He grabs Tyler off the mat and shoves him against the table, trying to lift him onto the table-- but Tyler fights back, hitting him with left and right hands. This finally dazes biohazard and Tyler grabs him in a bearhug. biohazard yells in pain-- Tyler hits a belly-to-belly suplex through the table!

Zach Davis: Damn!

Erin Robbins: This is incredible.

Tyler gets up and yanks off biohazard's jacket, throwing it out of the ring. He then goes to biohazard's feet and pulls of his shoes, tossing them aside. He pauses for a few moments, looking biohazard up and down.

Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. Keep your head in the game, Tyler.

Tyler shakes off his uncomfortable feelings and continues the beating on biohazard. He pulls biohazard up and whips him to the ropes-- biohazard ducks a clothesline on the return, and keeps running. He comes back and drops Tyler with flying headscissors!

Zach Davis: That quick luchadore style of biohazard. The back and forth action NEVER STOPS.

Now biohazard takes off Tyler's shoes and flings them over his shoulder. He grabs Tyler and pulls him to his feet, hitting him with chops to the chest. Tyler lunges forward with a wild swing, but bio ducks it and slides through Tyler's legs-- when Tyler turns around, he gets caught by a springboard roundhouse kick! Tyler drops to the mat. biohazard begins to unbutton Tyler's shirt-- he takes it off. biohazard moves towards Tyler's pants and begins messing with the belt buckle.

Erin Robbins: This is it! If biohazard can get those pants off...

Zach Davis: You'd think he would be an expert at this by now.

Tyler looks down at biohazard, unbuckling his belt. They lock eyes. They seem to be worlds away.

Erin Robbins: I think biohazard just spit a little ooze by accident.

Zach Davis: Wait... what's this!

Tyler shoves off biohazard and throws him across the ring. He starts to yell and claw at his face, and his veins are popping out like a crazy madman.

Erin Robbins: He's turning into a space werewolf!

Zach Davis: EVERYBODY GET OUTTA HERE!

Tyler goes through all the motions of turning into a werewolf... but he's still Tyler, obviously not REALLY changing into a werewolf. He starts howling and hops around the ring on all fours. biohazard gets up-- Tyler pounces on him! He starts clawing at biohazard, all over his body, as biohazard yells out in pain-- although, it doesn't look like anything painful is really happening.

Erin Robbins: We are witnessing two otherworldly forces collide in the middle of a WCF ring. Gotta be the first time this has happened... this year, anyway.

Zach Davis: WAIT! They've stopped fighting!

Tyler drops to the mat, shaking and convulsing. He's turning back into a human. biohazard also starts spazzing out all over the mat. The two men are flipping and flopping around the ring.

Erin Robbins: What the...

They get up. They look at each other for what seems like an eternity. Standing face to face. Lost in each other's eyes.

Zach Davis: The suspense is killing me.

Finally, biohazard begins to unbutton his own shirt!

Erin Robbins: What are you doing, biohazard?!

biohazard takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground. The two men both begin unfastening their belts, and they drop their pants at the same time. Ref calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: It's over! They both threw the match! Can this mean...

Erin Robbins: It can only mean one thing. BioWalker lives!

biohazard and Tyler embrace each other. Tyler kisses bio on the forehead. The fall onto the mat, hugging and rolling around on the mat in their drawers.

Zach Davis: Let's go to Kyle Steel for the official result.

Kyle Steel: Since both men discarded their final article of clothing at the same time... this match is a DRAW!

Tyler and biohazard get up, raising each other's arms. Tyler calls for a mic.

Tyler Walker: b-haz I'm so glad we are back together. this is my first One and its the best night of my life!

The crowd cheers.

biohazard: ty I'm sorry but I didnt know what I was doing. please take me back and be my partner again

Tyler doesn't hesitate to hug biohazard once again.

The crowd cheers even harder. BIOWALKER chants throughout the arena. Until...

BZZZZT BEEP BEEP BEEP PEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW

A real space werewolf and an alien glowing green appear in the ring facing bioWalker.

Space Werewolf: Greetings earthlings from planet ZoLax! Tyler, you have made us proud.

Green Alien: finally after years of terrible space war and death we can be at peace with the space wearwolfs and everything is cool again thanks to biohazard and his gay friend here

Tyler gets offended but then relaxes quickly.

Space Werewolf: Now we must go but let peace reign and forever in your hearts!!! Merry Christmas!!!

The aliens leave in a flash of light

Zach Davis: That was the most touching thing I've ever seen. See at WCF we really do make a difference in the world.

Erin Robbins: [sob]

biohazard grabs a mic

biohazard: thats it the best tag team in the world is back together again biowalker!!!

"8th Wonder" by Sugarhill Gang plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: UH OH!

Kelvin Staylor and Markus Jayson, The 8th Wonder, appear at the top of the ramp. They both have microphones and the music cuts as Markus begins to speak.

Markus: Now, hold on just a second! Space Werewolves? Aliens from Mars?

Kelvin whispers to Markus something like "I'm scared".

Markus: Get ahold of yourself, Kelvin! What is this, an episode of Star Wars? Or should I say Star BORES?

Kelvin laughs, but you can tell he's scared.

Markus: I'll tell you what, freaks, there's only one best tag team in the world! And that's 8th Wonder!

Kelvin: Yeah! 8th Wonder is us!

A rejuvenated biohazard and Tyler Walker tell them to bring it on from the ring. Both still in their underwear too. 8th Wonder charges the ring!

Zach Davis: I guess we're having an impromptu tag team match right now!

Erin Robbins: This has been quite the opening contest WOULDN'T YOU SAY ZACHARY?!

DING DING DING

The ref calls for the bell and it's a tornado tag match because who cares! Kelvin stares down Tyler. Markus stares down biohazard. biohazard spits the TOXIC OOZE in Markus' face!

Crowd: TOXIC OOZE!!!

Tyler flexes at Kelvin and he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, scared. biohazard notices and backs up, gets a running start and SUICIDE DIVE onto Kelvin on the outside! Markus, messed up from the ooze, stumbles around and lets off a wild superkick-- Tyler ducks it, then kicks Markus in the gut and hits him with a pumphandle side slam!

Zach Davis: JOCK JAM! TYLER WALKER HITS HIS FINISHER FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!

Erin Robbins: What a night for bioWalker!

1...

2...

THREE

DING DING DING

"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the PA.

Kyle Steel: Here are your winners... BIOWALKER!!!

Zach Davis: Well, from a wild and crazy tuxedo match, to a close encounter with aliens, to getting revenge on 8th Wonder... I'd say biohazard and Tyler Walker have had a hell of a night.

Erin Robbins: If I know those two, their night is just getting started. If you know what I mean.

Zach Davis: That's gross, but yeah! Good for them, it's always nice to see a happy ending. Love conquers all!

biohazard and Tyler hug in the ring as the crowd goes insane

Jorge Diaz vs Adam Young

Erin Robbins: Keepin the roll going for ONE, up next we have The Villain, ADAM YOUNG going one on one with JORGE DIAZ!

Zach Davis: A strange match. I don't know who I'm going to root for. Adam Young, the villain of WCF going against WCF whose an up and comer himself. If Jorge can knock off AY, it puts him back on track in WCF to go in search of some gold.

Erin Robbins: But if AY can get the win- well..

Zach Davis: He just continues that Villain status.

Fuck Dat Bitch" By Young Dro blasts through the PA system

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring first, from Miami Florida, he weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds The Hardcore Dancing ICON... JOORRGGEEE DIIIAAZZZ!!

West Side, Bankhead, is where I'm from
Everything y’all did it been done
My True game and my shoe game
You can’t touch that shit
A bitch that holler ‘bout "fuck me?"

Jorge Diaz slides out from the the curtain and on to the stage.

Zach Davis: I don't care who you are or where you are on the card- if you're on ONE- Period, you've made it. Jorge Diaz, congratulations.

Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
A bitch that holler ‘bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
A bitch that holler ‘bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch...

Jorge slides under the bottom rope and raises one arm, with a closed fist.

The arena goes pitch black.

Voice: I'll make you famous.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Abilene, Texas, weighing in at Two hundred and forty pounds. The Villian.. Adam Young!

Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a Rebel flag is flying on the WCFtron behind him. He just stares at the ring and then starts walking towards the ring with a dead evil stare. He doesn't seem to notice the fans as he keeps staring daggers towards the ring. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls to the corner where he sits Indian style for a few seconds. He reaches up and pulls himself up and lets out a war cry.

DING DING

Young and Diaz lock up in the middle of the ring. Young throws Diaz in a side head lock into a into a chin lock, mocking Diaz. Diaz is able to shoot Young off the ropes. Leap frog, hip toss, wrenching arm lock. Young gets to his feet and reverses the pressure into a hammer lock. Diaz tries to step around, hitting an elbow to the side of Young's head but gets lifted up for a back drop.

Erin Robbins: Diaz lands on his feet.

Zach Davis: Diaz has the agility advantage.

Young turns around and walks into a corkscrew drop kick.

Erin Robbins: Quick pin attempt.

1..

2..

SHOULDER UP !

Zach Davis: Say what you will about AY but you'll need to work hard to put him away. He's one of WCF most hated for a reason.

Diaz picks up Young but gets caught with a low blow into a European uppercut. Diaz takes a step back as AY opens up a can of big Texan Whoop Ass. Diaz spills over the top rope and lands on the apron. Young runs towards the other side the ring and bounces off the ropes to spear Diaz but Diaz low bridges the ropes to hit a soccer style bicycle kick. The crowd pops as Young hits the mat and Diaz does that famous FANNN-- DII-- AAZZ shake. Diaz leaps up onto the ropes and hits a corkscrew body splash.

The pin.

1..

2..

NOO! Kick out!

Diaz gets to his feet and tries to pick up Adam Young but Young rolls him up and grabs the tights.

The pin.

1..

2..

NO!

Zach Davis: Diaz kicks out at two!

Young picks Diaz up and paint brushes him and whips him off the ropes. Diaz comes running back and gets caught up in a side slam. Young heads over to the turn buckles and signals for a moonsault.

Erin Robbins: As odd as it is, Adam Young has one of the best moonsaults in WCF.

Adam Young Wits just a moment too long, Diaz gets to his feet in a flash and leas to the second rope, catching Young from behind. Young hangs on the the turn buckle but Diaz leaps up on Young's back for a reverse hurricanrana but it throws Young off center and both men are pushed off the turnbuckle..

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: May Gusta!

Zach Davis: THEY JUST CRASHED INTO THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE

Erin Robbins: May Gusta, thats Spanish for My God right?

Zach Davis: No, I don't think it is

Erin Robbins: El Mio God-o!

Zach Davis: Close enough.

Erin Robbins: Either way. This may be no rules but pin fall still has to be done in the ring.

Both men are out, lying motionless in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: Jorge Diaz tried to do some kind of reverse hurricanrana but the shift in weight caused Adam Young to lose his balance up there on the turn buckle.

Erin Robbins: Jorge gets to his feet first, some how. I think because Adam Young took the brunt of the fall.

Diaz makes his way over to the aprin and tries to catch his breath, recovering from the fall.

Zach Davis: Adam Young gets to his feet. Double finger salute.

Erin Robbins: AY is the kind of guy you gotta kill to shut him up.

Diaz charges at Young but gets flap jacked right onto the barricade.

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Diaz may have just broke his sternum.

Adam Young leaps up onto the barrier then leaps off with a fame-asser,

Zach Davis: Welcome to ONE, Diaz.

Young picks Diaz up and delivers a set of knife edge chops. Young takes a few steps back and charges at Diaz for a cloths line but Diaz rears back and kicks Young in the face.

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Running STO!

Diaz picks up Adam Young and tosses him back over the barricade. Diaz climbs over the barricade as well and picks up Adam Young and leds him over to the ring and slams his head off the apron. Young comes back with a rake to the eyes and rolls Diaz back into the ring. Young springs himself onto the tope rope and launches off for a cross body..

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Diaz with a super kick out of no where!

The pin..

1..

2...

3..

NOOO!! SHOULDER UP!

Diaz hits the ropes, as Adam Young gets to his feet.

Erin Robbins: Tango Drop! This time it might count!

Zach Davis: NOO! Adam Young twists out of it somehow. He's got Diaz all tied up with a double under arm suplex..

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Adam Young just reversed that STO into his finisher, Smile Pretty; that moidified double underhook face buster.

Zach Davis: AY with the pin.

1..

2..

3... !

Erin Robbins: Adam Young, out of no where with his finisher, catching Jorge Diaz off guard and using that momentum shift to carry him through it.

Zach Davis: Adam Young is victorious at ONE but great job to Jorge Diaz. He really impressed us tonight!

The ref raises Adam Young's hand in victory

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen.. the winner of this match.. by pin fall.... The Villain.. ADAM.. YOUNG!

Lilith Segment

The Scene fades in to a darkened run down room. There is one large florescent light that's flickering. the Camera pans down, showing lots of broken useless junk scattered against the slime thickened walls. There is a big Laundry style sink, stained with red and a slight shallow puddle in the bottom near the drain. There are various dolls strung up in various positions and states of decay, many have their eyes gouged out and missing heads or arms. A few look to be to have been at the plight of a outburst of rage as their porcelain faces are cracked or shattered. There is one doll, it's hair used to be Blonde but has been messily dyed a deep shade of vibrant red, it's roots noticeable. The face is very white but it is speckled with Black face make up, making it look as though it has a mask across it's eyes. A woman's hand appears, wearing a fingerless lace glove that's dirty and tattered and places it on the dolls head, stroking it's hair lovingly and humming. The Doll is picked up and is seen being rocked in the woman's arms.

Woman's voice: Hush little baby don't say a word, Lilith's going to buy you a mocking bird...

The Camera once again pans up to reveal that the woman is indeed Lilith. her stark Black hair is hanging at the sides of her head, the dim light from the overhead fixture making it even more shiny and perfect. Her pale face has taken on a eerie yellow-green glow as she walks over to a chair where a woman is slightly slumped forward. Any light is blocked out by Lilith's form. She shakes the woman's shoulder lightly. When she doesn't stir and shakes it again. And once more until she nearly shakes her out of what now appears to be a dentist chair. The woman instantly snaps to attention and quickly grabs Lilith's throat. Lilith drops the doll but it doesn't break, landing in a pile of dirty towels, all stained dark red. Lilith however doesn't look at the doll, instead she smirks and then starts to laugh hysterically. The woman places Lilith back on the ground.

Seated Woman: Mirror!

Lilith skips a little to a old looking medical side table, where there are various objects. there are a few pairs of dark stained rubber gloves, a few dozen broken and damaged makeup brushes. a comb missing some teeth and another dark red stained towel. Upon the camera's closer zoom, it appears that the woman in the chair has a dirty stained towel on her head. Lilith walks closer and starts to pull it off but the woman gets impatient, pushes her away and pulls it off herself, letting a cascade of dark waves fall around her shoulders, due to the faded light there is no way of telling for sure of it's colour

Lilith: You See what I have to work with here? Old ratty brushes and dirty towels...

Seated Woman: MIRROR!

Lilith rolls her eyes and hands the woman a hand mirror with a crack down the middle. The camera is unable to make out the reflection. A low chuckle comes from the woman's throat.

Lilith: I think it turned out okay... I mean I could have done a whole lot better with my GOOD tools... Logan is so lazy...

The woman starts laughing louder.

Lilith: What's so funny Violet? I don't think this is funny at all...

The woman suddenly smashes the mirror on the caddy. Lilith jumps at first but then smirks again and shakes her head.

Lilith: Now Violet... you know that's seven years bad luck! You're such a bad little girl aren't you?

The woman, now identified as Violet continues to laugh. She stands up, knocking the low hanging light fixture and plunging the room into darkness. There is a low light on the stairwell as the woman is seen walking up the stairs, still laughing hysterically.

raYne vs Mod Deuce

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

"Space Truckin'" by Deep Purple begins to play, as Mod Deuce steps out onto the ramp, raising his huge wrench in the air, before walking straight to the ring with a scowl on his face. There is no showboating from Mod Deuce this evening, as he methodically makes his way down to the ring.

Zach Davis: Wow. Mod Deuce sure is serious tonight!

Erin Robbins: Despite the fact that he and raYne are both pretty damn new to the company, they've got quite a heated rivalry going on here. These two men do not like each other one bit, and clearly Mod is taking this match on the grandest stage WCF has to offer very seriously.

Deuce gets to the ring and slides in below the bottom rope. He settles himself onto the middle turnbuckle, waiting for raYne to come to the ring...

The lights dim. The tron fills with the sights of a jungle... flashing by, one by one, before we see a river. The River raYne, within the confines of the raYne Forest. The sounds of a marching drum can be heard in the distance, and a figure is seen standing upon the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sprawling sight below. A guitar begins to play... The figure extends his hands to his sides... Words flow from the speakers--

Then the drums are replaced with the sound of Steven Tyler as he begins to sing "Dude looks like a Lady", as the tron shows a man in a stark white background dancing in a Captain Condom outfit, with various types of dildos strapped to his midsection and head. As a close-up with the camera reveals the man in the dildo suit, it is none other than Mod Deuce himself! The fans have a huge laugh at the absurdity of the video and the song, as he walks around in Las Vegas, chasing both men and women, humping the air as he does so.

The cameras pan into the crowd, as several young men are bowled over laughing, while several other fans jaws have hit the floor. Several parents in the crowd cover the eyes of their young children. raYne looks at the tron in absolute disgust, and with rage in his eyes, he charges the ring and attacks Mod Deuce before the bell rings.

Zach Davis: raYne is infuriated after the "technical difficulties" his entrance has suffered, and he's slid into the ring!

Erin Robbins: 'The Storm' goes right after Mod, but 'The Upgrade' rolls out of the ring, letting raYne stew in his anger. Deuce is clearly upset as well, after the chaos raYne wrought upon his beloved truck.

Zach Davis: Tensions are running high in this one! After the damage raYne did to Mod Deuce's prized Peterbilt, Mod has one thing in mind-- revenge.

Erin Robbins: This is raYne's debut match, and he's already drawn a wave of hatred upon himself... But hey, he's made an impact. He's made a name for himself, for better or worse. And his debut comes on the grandest stage of them all... and I'll say this. Who the hell cares what everyone else thinks? I don't give a DAMN what anyone says about me, and I do just fine.

Zach Davis: But from my research, I've noticed that pretty much every company raYne has worked for, things have ended the same for him. Sure, it's respectable to not let others' opinions bring you down... but there's gotta be some sort of line. And it's clear raYne's crossed that line when it comes to his opponent tonight, the very first challenge in raYne's stay here in WCF, Mod Deuce.

Erin Robbins: After a handful of seconds, Deuce steps onto the apron and over the top rope... the two stand across the ring from eachother, glaring one another down, and JUST as soon as the bell rings, Mod is all over 'The Storm'! Mod rushes forth with a lariat, which raYne ducks under. raYne runs toward the ropes, springboards off, and flies back toward the ring... only to be LEVELED by a wicked clothesline!

Zach Davis: You can see the rage in Mod's eyes. raYne may have only seen that vehicle as a truck, but to Mod, that was both his livelihood, as WELL as his home. raYne has brought down the wrath of a no-nonsense man on a mission. While raYne certainly made an impact in his debut, setting Mod's truck ablaze, 'The Upgrade' is hell-bent on doing the same here tonight. He wants to send a message, that he isn't one to be taken lightly.

Erin Robbins: Mod begins to drop knee after knee into every corner of raYne's body, making sure raYne feels every blow. Mod then takes a few steps backward, bounces off the ropes, and then comes forth at full speed... DROPPING a knee right into the face of raYne!

Zach Davis: raYne has gotta be in a world of hurt right now. Mod lowers down over raYne, and begins to choke the very life out of him! The referee admonishes Deuce, trying to pry him off, but Mod isn't having any of it! He reels back for one more strike, brings the fist toward raYne... but raYne blocks!

Erin Robbins: I dunno how he did it, but raYne has grabbed Mod's hand RIGHT before it connected! And it's a good thing, cuz that one looked to have some force behind it!

Zach Davis: Mod tries to rip his hand away, but raYne has his brightly colored, glitter-adorned nails DIGGING into Mod's hand, and it doesn't look like he's letting go. raYne uses Mod's own hand and arm to pull himself back to his feet... He then leaps into the air, and connects with a spinning heel kick! Mod stumbles back a few feet, but he isn't going down.

Erin Robbins: Mod is without a shadow of a doubt one of the largest competitors this company has ever witnessed, and it takes a LOT to put this big man down!

Zach Davis: raYne makes it to his feet, before rushing toward the ropes near Mod, leaping onto the middle rope, turning around in mid-air... and he hooks his arm around the head of Mod, bringing him down with a lightning quick tornado ddt! ... but JUST as Mod goes down, he's already sitting back up!

Erin Robbins: This man is a machine! Which is fitting given his background... He's already starting to stand up again, and raYne's eyes widen with shock. raYne begins to deliever straight, precision kicks to Mod's chest as the big man sits upon the mat. But after taking a few blows, Mod manages to grab the leg before it makes impact!

Zach Davis: Mod pulls himself to his feet, with assistance from raYne's own leg... he pulls raYne in, and drops him with a huge spinebuster!! And the ring rattled with that one!

Erin Robbins: Mod goes up top... and drops the diving headbutt!! ... but raYne rolls outta the way! Mod's head connects with nothing but canvas, and raYne is trying to regroup.

Zach Davis: 'The Storm' slowly drags himself over by Mod. When he reaches his foe, raYne begins to wrap his arms around Mod's neck and head... he's got Moddie locked in the crossface clutch!

Erin Robbins: The simply painful submission is cinched in, and raYne has turned this one around in his favor, and in a hurry. Capitalizing on one mistake, and raYne is back in the game!

Zach Davis: But Moddie seems to be stirring... he moves his legs, trying to get up, but it's an uphill struggle. He eventually makes it to a knee... now he's crouching... and before long, OH MY GOD!!

Erin Robbins: SIDEWALK SLAM! Mod Deuce has managed to fight through that hold, grab his bearings, and he's RIGHT back in the thick of things! raYne cannot seem to manage a sustained offense in this, his debut outing here in WCF.

Zach Davis: Whereas, Deuce is putting on QUITE an impressive display here in his debut WCF pay-per-view. And what better event to show what you're really made of, than the biggest show of 'em all?!

Erin Robbins: A great point, Zach. Moddie is bringing the hurt, and almost every fan in the building is 100% behind 'The Upgrade'. Though, I'll admit, there are a few scattered chants urging raYne to get back into this thing.

Zach Davis: Mod reaches down and hooks raYne by the arm... he SLOWLY pulls raYne over to a corner, before heading to the top turnbuckle. Mod lifts up an index finger, and it looks like he could be going for his patented avalanche!

Erin Robbins: Mod's got raYne reeling, and this move very well could be the decisive blow. Mod grabs the ropes, bouncing so as to add momentum to what could be the nail in raYne's coffin... he leaps for the body splash...

Zach Davis: ... raYne rolls out of the way AGAIN!! Every single time Mod tries to fly, raYne has managed to avoid the impact! There's definitely still a few gears moving in raYne's engine.

Erin Robbins: You trying to rub salt in Mod's wound, or what? Watch it with the tech references, or he'll be liable to watch this tape back and drop you on your empty head!

Zach Davis: That may be, but right now, Mod is grabbing at his stomach and chest after missing raYne by a foot. raYne gets to his feet... before leaping onto the middle rope, springboarding off, and hitting the moonsault! He goes for the quick cover, but hardly gets a one.

Erin Robbins: It's gonna take a HELL of a lot more than that to put Deuce down, especially after he's dominated most of this competition thus far. raYne springboards off the ropes once more... elbow drop! Mod visibly feels that one...

Zach Davis: But raYne is seemingly out of breath. He bends at the waist, clutching his gut, sucking in wind... He's taken a beating, but despite it all, he's still hanging in there, and giving it everything he has to reclaim control. As one of his mottos goes-- 'whatever it takes'.

Erin Robbins: And it's gonna take whatever he's GOT to put Mod down for more than a one count. Speaking of whom, Deuce is making his way back to a verticle base... raYne rebounds off the far ropes, leaps into the air, and catches Mod with a flying forearm! But again, it doesn't take 'The Upgrade' down.

Zach Davis: Mod does, however, stumble back a few steps, as raYne leans with his back against the ropes, trying to regain his composure. He's breathing heavily, but it's clear he's still got a lot of fight left in him.

Erin Robbins: raYne shoves off the ropes, rushes toward Mod... but Mod catches him with a boot to the gut!! He lifts raYne up... and OVER, with a perfectly executed gutwrench suplex!

Zach Davis: And here comes another Mod onslaught. Deuce lifts raYne back to his feet... before lifting raYne overhead in a military press... followed by simply dropping raYne behind him, sending 'The Storm' crashing straight to the ring mat. Mod then bounds off the ropes, comes back and leaps into the air, dropping a tree-trunk sized leg right across the back of raYne's neck!

Erin Robbins: And raYne shakes from the effects of that one! Mod stands to his feet, and lets out a hushed yet sadistic laugh, relishing the pain he's bringing to the guy that ruined his most prized possession. Deuce lifts raYne back up by the arm...

Zach Davis: SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!! And just as Mod brought raYne to his feet, Mod's brought him RIGHT back down to the canvas. But he didn't let go of the arm... Moddie pulls raYne back up once more... he pulls in raYne, the artist also known as '$hane-o-mac 3ry', and LEVELS him with a destructive powerslam!!

Erin Robbins: raYne just hasn't managed to truly get out of the starting gate against this much larger, much more powerful opponent. What a welcoming committee...

Zach Davis: In raYne's first match, he's put in an amazing effort, but he's been matched up against a behemoth of a man in Mod Deuce. And it looks grim for the newcomer...

Erin Robbins: And Mod is right back to pulling raYne to his feet... Mod wrenches the arm, twisting it, and he looks to be going for the hook kick to the face, which he calls the 'Reboot'!

Zach Davis: Mod is about to hit the maneuvre-- MY GOD!!

Erin Robbins: VELVET CUTTER!! raYne just reversed Moddie's signature 'Reboot', right into a signature of his own-- the modified Diamond Cutter! And Mod is suddenly layed out on the mat!

Zach Davis: raYne collapses into a corner... exhausted from everything he's been through. He makes it to his feet... and seems to be motioning for something. Mod gets up from the mat, and turns around-- RAYNE MAKER! The superkick connects! Mod's out like a light!

Erin Robbins: raYne's heading up top! And in a matter of moments, the entire complexion of this contest has changed! raYne stands upon the top turnbuckle, and he blows a kiss to the audience... before SOARING with the Swanton... and CRASHING!

Zach Davis: He went for it all, took the risk, but he crashed and burned! This time it's Moddie's turn to roll out of the way. And raYne is arching his back in pain after that... he's surely gotta be feeling every bit of that missed attempt.

Erin Robbins: Both men are laying on the mat, gasping for air... after a few moments, Mod's making it to his feet, with help from the ropes. He pulls himself up using the ring ropes, and proceeds to rip raYne from the canvas... he's going for the 'Reboot' again!

Zach Davis: But raYne reverses... 'The Storm' reels in 'The Upgrade', and he's going for the-- IT'S HIS MOVE!

Erin Robbins: Oh MAN... not THAT!! The worst move in pro wrestling HISTORY--

Zach Davis: THE GOODNIGHT KISS!! raYne is looking for the dreaded lip lock, a move he's laid on the lips of countless superstars over the years, ever since stepping into the business way back in 2000. But Mod-- HOLY SHIT, Mod just bit raYne's tongue!!

Erin Robbins: The F*CK?!

Zach Davis: Mod has found the only way to counter such a maneuvre, and it's worked DAMNED well!! raYne releases the hold immediately, holding a hand to his mouth, trying desperately to fight the pain.

Erin Robbins: Mod swipes at raYne's cranium with one of those massive hooks he calls hands. The blow strikes hard, and raYne falls against the ropes... Mod whips $hane-o across the ring, into the far ropes.

Zach Davis: Mod goes for a big boot.. but raYne ducks under the incoming foot! raYne rushes off the other set of ropes, speeds toward Mod, who turns around... right into a running european uppercut!

Erin Robbins: That added momentum just knocked Mod right upside the jaw, and he's feeling it! raYne kicks Mod in the gut... Moddie doubles over... and raYne goes for the Vertebreaker, a move he refers to as 'The raYne Drop'...

Zach Davis: ...but Mod is far too heavy to pick up for the finisher! Mod backbody drops raYne up and over... Mod falls into a corner... he heads up top, and he seems to be looking for--AND IT CONNECTS! ModDeuce hits the big body splash from up top, and raYne is FLATTENED!

Erin Robbins: Mod stands up once more, and he's once again heading toward a corner...

Zach Davis: raYne looks out of it...

Erin Robbins: Mod's signaling for something... raYne slowly makes it to his feet... FRAG OUT! The two-handed chokeslam connects!!

Zach Davis: And now Mod is gesturing that this one is over, as he drags his thumb across his throat... he lifts raYne to his feet... COMPLETE OVERHAUL!! The jumping fisherman brain buster hits hard, and Mod goes for the pinfall...

1...
2...

3!!

Erin Robbins: ... and now Mod's got his crescent wrench! He sizes raYne up... 'The Storm' begins to stir... he stands, and-- WHAM!! Right in the face with the wrench! raYne is down, and he's busted wide open!

Zach Davis: Alright, he's taking things a little too far now!

Erin Robbins: After what raYne did to Mod's truck, I don't think he's taking it far enough! but I'm sure he'll handle that... blood is dripping from the open wound on raYne's forehead, and Mod isn't done quite yet! He pulls raYne back to his feet... he shoves $hane-o into a corner, sizes him up, lining him up for another shot from that wrench, and-- WHAT THE HELL?!

Suddenly, the lights cut out...

"Prelude 12/21" by AFi begins to play over the speakers...

An enchanting melody... followed with the words of Davey Havok.

''This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...'

The lights begin to flicker with dark hues of crimson red, as a pounding beat begins to echo through the arena...

'This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise you my heart just promise to sing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...'

At these words, the tron begins to come to life... displaying one image.

<#

...with the word 'ours' scrawled beneath in blood red.

'...Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...'

'This is what I thought,
I thought you need me,
This is what I thought so think me naïve,
I promise you a heart you'd promise to keep,

'Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...

The tempo steadily increases, the pace swiftly moving, as the music continues to play... the drums beating harder...

Inside the ring, Mod drops the wrench, looking confused at the display... he drives a few elbows into raYne's head, keeping him in a bad way, before 'The Upgrade' pushes raYne down to the mat. Mod stands tall, glaring out at the stage... preparing for whatever, or whomever, may be coming...

Havok's voice rings out...

'Kiss my eyes and lay me to...
Sleep.'

As soon as this one word filters through the speakers... the lights cease their flickering, cutting out completely. The tron shuts down. And the speakers begin to play a different tune from AFi...

"Miss Murder".

Zach Davis: What on earth...

The lights return, "Miss Murder" continuing to play... as a figure is seen standing on stage. A gal, with hair dyed hot pink, wearing a spiked collar around her throat; a black t-shirt with the ' <# ' symbol emblazoned across the front in red; and a shredded pair of blue jeans. She wears a crimson red, studded belt; a dark orange, tattered hoodie with the hood pulled back; and black leather, fingerless biker gloves. Zach Davis recognizes her from one of raYne's promos.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, that's the very same girl raYne has been speaking to via Skype for close to a year now! The two have appeared talking to one another in a few of raYne's videos... and it seems as if they're finally meeting in real life, as opposed to online. And if ever there was a time raYne needed her, that time is now!

Erin Robbins: I'll say! And the chick is holding... is that a CHAINSAW?! Mod may have a crescent wrench, but it's no match for THAT thing!

Zach Davis: raYne's "Sissy" as he calls her is slowly stalking down the ramp, carrying the chainsaw. It's of course not powered on, but it's still a very formidable sight, and she's headed straight for ModDeuce...

The gal makes a beeline for the ring, gripping the chainsaw in her clutches all the way.

Zach Davis: Mod stares the girl down... she looks tough enough to be a combatant herself, as if she could easily stand toe-to-toe with at least half the WCF roster.

Erin Robbins: Moddie glares down at raYne... before turning his sights back to the approaching woman. He gestures for her to 'bring it', and she does!

Zach Davis: Mod calls the gal for a face off, and she obliges, picking up pace, before sliding into the ring, carrying the chainsaw! She swings it right at Moddie, who ducks under...

Erin Robbins: That thing may not be turned on, but you can bet your sweet ass it would hurt if had made contact with Mod's skull!

Zach Davis: The gal drops the chainsaw, and glares at Mod. Mod simply chuckles, eyeing raYne. He then looks back up at the gal and shakes his head, knowing he's gotten the better of 'The Storm' on this night.

Zach Davis: He's got a cocky grin on his face, as he raises both of his fists to the air, and MANY of our fans are showering him with adulation. He sought his revenge, and he captured it, getting a huge win in his WCF PPV debut!

Erin Robbins: A victory in his first big-time bout, at ONE, the most important night on the company calendar! And he did so against the man that cost him his prized Peterbilt. He's sent the message he was after, and he did so loud and clear!

raYne is left a broken mess on the ring canvas, barely concious. His friend lowers down, before carefully rolling him out of the ring, and putting an arm around his shoulder once they're on the outside.

Zach Davis: raYne appears to be half-dead, barely managing to stand... he surely can't realize who's saved him here at ONE.

She places the palm of her hand gently on raYne's bruised side, her other arm wrapped around his shoulder as she looks at him, waiting for him to collect himself. His eyes slowly flutter open... and once he can see again, he looks to his side, his eyes locking with those of the girl... he seems to the mouth the words "you're here..." to which she responds... "iAm". raYne gives a weakened smile, but a twinkle is left in his eye. He's broken... but he knows she can piece him back together.

Erin Robbins: raYne may have lost the match, he may be battered, bloodied and bruised... but he's finally got someone to pick him up when he falls down... which, after tonight's showing, may be often...

Zach Davis: Erin!

Erin Robbins: Hey, I'll admit, the kid put in one helluva effort. Mod walked away with the win... but it looks as if raYne's gonna be walking away with something as well. Or should I say, someONE.

Zach Davis: raYne and his "Sissy" are embracing! raYne almost falls into her arms, after that beatdown at the hands of Deuce. She holds him close, comforting him...

Erin Robbins: And after getting dismantled by 'The Upgrade', he needs all the comforting he can get...

Zach Davis: She wraps her arms around the trembling body of $hane, as some of our fans are actually cheering on the display... the first meeting the two have had in person!

Erin Robbins: It's beautiful...

Zach Davis: ... is that a tear, Erin?

Erin Robbins: NO!! Hell no! ... It's these damn onions...

Zach Davis: What onions... ?

Erin Robbins: ... And the emotional meeting continues, as raYne's gal pal escorts him up the ramp, and to the back, to the ovation of many of our fans!

Zach Davis: ... nice save.

Back in the ring, Moddie motions for a microphone to be handed his way. He lifts it to his mouth and speaks, bellowing with pride.

Mod: Let that be a lesson to anyone in the lockeroom that wants to mess with the biggest dog in the yard! WCF... consider yourself UPGRADED!!

"Space Truckin'" hits on the speakers, as the WCF Galaxy roar their approval. Deuce raises a hand over the top rope, and he's tossed a can of beer. He signals for another, and catches it in his other hand. As "Space Truckin'" blares over the audio system, Moddie takes to the ring post, popping the two cans open, sending suds spraying into the front row. Mod tilts his head back, and downs both cans at once, before hurling both empty cans into the hands of the WCF faithful. Mod pumps his fists in the air, as the scene ends on Moddie celebrating the moment, his first WCF PPV victory, on the most spectacular night of the year.

Internet Title Match
Marco Valintine vs Zombie McMorris

Zach Davis: It's time, it's time. Our first title match of the night.

Erin Robbins: Macro Valintine is set to take on Zombie McMorris for the WCF Internet Championship.

Zach Davis: Marco won the right to compete for The Honey Badgers title the other week when he beat out the likes of Doc Henry and Jorge Diaz.

Erin Robbins: Both of whom were defeated by ZMAC in the past few weeks up to that point. But lets see if Marco can get anything done tonight and capture his first title in WCF.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen.. the following match is schedule for one fall and is for THE WCF... INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way to the ring first; the challenger. He's from Los Angelas California and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds... The emperor of epicness... MARCO... VALINTINE!

The lights go out as a voice starts to speak over the sound system, It is the future... year 6969. Somewhere out in Megaspace. The Pelozees of The Lesbodyke Nebula, in order to continue breeding after removal from the

Universe their last remaining enemy, men, created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot. Rezark SP - a prototype PIL, accidentally launched Into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars, has programmed a self Replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year, alone and sentient in a Tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S: formerly known as Earth. Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving Chrononaut, has a bad case of blue ballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind.................

Pussy!

Fireworks explode from the ramp as Supersonic sex machine by Steel Panther blasts out of the speakers, the lights go wild with color and Marco leaps onto the stage, dancing in time with the music he strips out of his jacket and trousers with fireworks going off behind him.Strutting down the ramp he mocks the men around the ringside area and flirts with the hot women, after dancing a little more he leaps onto the top rope turning a 180 before moonsaulting into the ring landing on his feet as fireworks shoot out of the ring posts... He walks around the ring pointing at his fans as his music switches off he sits in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Kyle Steel: And the Champion... From New Orleans.. He weighs in at Two hundred and sixty pounds... He is The Internet Champion... The Honey Badger... Zombie.. McMorris !

Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose standing out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris in the ring. Marco Valintine in the ring.

Erin Robbins: Marco's ready. He looks like he wants this.

Zach Davis: But is he ready for a fight?

Senior referee Stanley Moses is in the ring between Marco and ZMAC. Stanley extends his hands as ZMAC hands him the Internet Title Belt. Stanley then shows it to Marco before he holds the belt up high and displays it to the crowd.

Erin Robbins: Its bizarre to see such respect taken towards the internet title; how ZMAC carries himself and all. I kinda hope that Marco wins, you know? Get it out of the hands of ZMAC. Hes very degrading and disrespectful. He's really not championship material, even if it is just the internet belt.

Zach Davis: Robins?

Erin Robbins: Yes?

Zach Davis: Shut the F*ck up. ZMAC reclaimed a division and has squashed everybody. You don't like the man personally, that's fine but he gets his shit done.

Erin Robbins: I'm just saying that Marco would do a better job. He has better ring skills, mic skills and he doesn’t smell like dumpster juice. I would have to endorse that.

Zach Davis: You would. And Marco has his chance to show his skills right now.

DING DING

Zombie quickly picks the crack out of his ass and lunges at Marco for a side head lock, putting those smelly fingers in Marcos face. Marco slips out however, pushing Zombie away. Zombie turns back around towards Marco and gets hit with a windmill kick right on the button!

The Pin..

1..

2..

3..

NOOOO !!

Zach Davis: Zombie gets the shoulder up!

Erin Robbins: We were a fraction of a second away from a new champion.

Zach Davis: That would been record time too. That's one hell of a way to make your ONE debut.

Marco picks up Zombie and connects with a few punches before trying to sling shot him from rope across the ring to the other but Zombie reverses and hits a big boot. Zombie picks up Marco and tosses him into the corner turnbuckle and lights him up with lefts and rights. Zombie takes a few steps back for a spear but Marco moves out of the way and Zombie spears the post. Zombie pulls himself out of the post-

WHACK

Zach Davis: Spring board enzugeri!

Erin Robbins: Zombit just flops right into his face. He really took a shot on that one.

Marco climbs the ropes and signals that its over! Marco leaps into the air with a corkscrew shooting star press..

Erin Robbins: Cupids Wings!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: NOO! Zombie rolls out of the way and out of the ring, just in time.

Erin Robbins: Marrco just landed chest first, hes gripping it in pain.

Zach Davis: That had to hurt.

Erin Robbins: But you also have to know that if he hit that move, we'd have a new champion.

Zach Davis: I don't doubt that at all, Erin.

Zombie catches his breath outside the ring for a moment before reaching into the ring and dragging Marco over to the post post by the leg. Zombie splits Marco like wish bone but then smashes his knee into the post. He takes that same left me and twists it around the post, trying to snap the knee, the leg, the ankle- anything that can snap, Zombie tryin for it. Marco howls in pain as he tries to get away succeeds it booting Zombie in the face which gives Marco just enough time to get away. Zombie hurries to get back into the ring but only gets dropped with a toe hold. Marco lifts up Zombies right knee and smashes it into the mat.. twice.. three times.. four times.. Zombie starts to call to the ropes and hangs on. Senior Referee Stanley Moses holds Marco off as Zombie gets to his feet. Marco pushes past Stanley but Zombie low bridges the ropes and Marco takes a nasty spill to the floor. Zombie heads over to the turn buckle and climbs up the third pad. He signals for an elbow drop..

Zach Davis: O yah! Dig it!

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Zombie connects!

Zombie picks up Marco and rolls him into the ring, leaving his head just dangling off the apron. Zombie lines him up.. BIG ELBOW.. another big elbow! Zombie gets onto the apron and takes a running start for a leg drop.. .. No body home! Marco moves out of the way. Zombie takes a few steps in pain, holding his back side.

Erin Robbins: Marcos up!

Zach Davis: Leaping off the ropes – spring board body splash!

Marcos feeling the adrenaline now as he pops back up to his feet and does a standing leap onto the announcers table and hits a perfect moonsault. Marco keeps the vibe going as he slides back into the ring and can barely contain his excitement. Zombie gets to his feet at Marco hits full speed and front flips over the top rope right on top of Zombie. Zombies back cracks off against the edge of the announcers table but Zombie holds on to Marco and lifts him right up from Zombies chest into a power bomb.

Both men are on the floor. The ref makes the count.

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Zombie gets to his feet and rolls into the ring then back out to reset the count. Zombie picks up Marco and rolls him back into the ring Zombie picks up Marco and lifts him up into a suplex, trying to sling shot him off the ropes but Marco flips over-

Zach Davis: HEAD OVER HEELS!

The pin..

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NOO!!!

Erin Robbins: Zombie kicks out again! Just beating the three count.

Marco picks up Zombie in frustration and whips him into the turnbuckle. Marco gets a running start but meets a big boot by Zombie. Marco falls to one knee as Zombie Calls for the boot party. He explodes out of the corner but his punt kick misses. Marco tries for Head over Heels again but Zombie turns it into a dump out pile driver.

Zach Davis: Deuce and A Half.

The pin..

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NOO!!

Erin Robbins: This time its Marco getting the shoulder up.

Zombie picks up Marco but Marco throws a kick. It's caught but Marco connects with a 360 enzugeri.

Marco with the quick pin.

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KICK OUT!

Marco picks up Zombie and tries to whip him off the ropes but Zombie reveres it..

Zach Davis: Zombie Drop! That flap jack into snap cutter.

Zombie gets to his feet and walks over to Marc, pulling him up by his hair.

“ HONEY BADGER DON'T GIVE A SHIT! “

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Curb Stomp.

The pin..

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Erin Robbins: Zombie McMorris retains his internet title!

Zach Davis: ZMACs really on a roll with that belt!

Stanley Moses hands Zombie his Internet title.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen.. The winner of this match by pinf all and SSSTTTIIILLLLWCF INTERNET CHAMPION.. THE HONEY BADGER... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!

Zombie grabs his belt and slides out the ring and golds the belt in the air as he climbs the barrier. Zombie falls backwards into the crowd and gets body surfed around as he holds his title up high.

Steele Matthews/Matthew Robinson Segment

We cut to the ring where we see Steele Matthews stood in the centre of the ring dressed in a sleeveless blue denim jacket, a pair of blue denim jeans and a pair of black steel toe capped punk combat boots holding a bottle of Budweiser in one hand and a microphone in the other. The ring has been decorated in a punk rock style and in the centre of the ring is a large plasma television with the words ‘Too Drunk To Chat’ displayed on it in a punk styled text with the ‘A’ in the word ‘Chat’ designed as the Anarchy A largely associated with the punk rock community, also in the ring are two wooden bar stools, a microphone resting on one of them and a cooler full of bottles of Budweiser. ‘California Uber Alles’ by Dead Kennedys is playing through the speakers and Matthews looks out at the sold out crowd as ‘California Uber Alles’ fades out.

Steele Matthews: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California! Welcome to WCF’s biggest Pay-Per-View of the year, One! Welcome to Too Drunk To Chat with your host…me…Steele Matthews!

The fans cheer wildly and Matthews nods before taking a swig of his Budweiser.

Steele Matthews: So ladies and gentlemen, let’s waste no more time and get out my special guest! This man is someone who I have a pretty storied past with so things may get a bit heated, but I’m hoping we can sort out our differences…right here…tonight! So without further ado, I give you, ‘The Punisher’…Matthew…Robinson!

Matthews points to the stage and ‘Papercut’ by Linkin Park blasts out of the PA system and as the song fully kicks in, ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson walks out onto the stage dressed in his wrestling gear along with the latest Punisher T-shirt.

Zach Davis: Well this should be interesting; these two have a lot of history that we may discover tonight…

Erin Robbins: Oh how riveting…I can’t wait…

The camera just catches Robbins rolling her eyes before cutting back to the ramp and Robinson has reached the bottom as he glares at Matthews. He then hops up onto the ring apron and climbs through the ropes and into the ring, he picks up the microphone that is resting on the stool and folds his arms as ‘Papercut’ fades out.

Steele Matthews: Welcome Matt, please help yourself to a bottle of Budweiser…and please take a seat as well…

Robinson smirks and shakes his head slightly.

Matthew Robinson: I prefer Carlsberg…and I think I’ll stand…

Matthews shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat and another swig of his lager.

Steele Matthews: Fine by me…so my first question for you is this…what are your thoughts going into such a big match, at your One debut against ‘The Monster’ Oblivion?

Robinson just glares at Matthews not saying a word before once again shaking his head.

Matthew Robinson: How can you just sit there and ask questions without a care in the world about what you did to me?

Steele Matthews: Listen Matt, that was the old me, what I did to you was wrong and I am truly sorry…

Matthew Robinson: You’re sorry huh? So you’re sorry for kidnapping my wife?

Steele Matthews: Yes…

Matthew Robinson: And you’re sorry for kidnapping my son?

Steele Matthews: Yes…sorrier than you could ever imagine…

Robinson then gets right up into Matthews’ face; he suddenly knocks the bottle of Budweiser and the microphone out of his hands.

Matthew Robinson: You can be as sorry as you damn well want! But I will NEVER forgive you for what you did!

Suddenly Robinson is assaulted from behind by Oblivion as the crowd begin to boo heavily.

Zach Davis: What the Hell is Oblivion doing here?

Erin Robbins: Shutting this stupid fool up!

Oblivion continues to beat down on Robinson with multiple stomps to his body before lifting him to his feet; he then whips him into the turnbuckle and then charges at him, nailing him with a vicious corner splash as Matthews just looks on.

Zach Davis: Why isn’t Steele helping Matt out? I thought he wanted to bury the hatchet?

Erin Robbins: I don’t know and I don’t care, I’m enjoying watching Oblivion beat the Hell out of this disrespectful former NWA loser…

Oblivion begins punching Robinson who is now seated in the turnbuckle, Matthews begins to slowly make his way to the ropes when Oblivion suddenly turns around to face Matthews who instantly raises his hands and telling Oblivion he wants no trouble and that he can continue his assault on Robinson without worrying about him.

Zach Davis: Steele’s just going to leave him?

Erin Robbins: Finally, one of these former NWA guys actually has some sense…

Matthews then exits the ring and begins to head up the ramp to the back as Oblivion picks Robinson up and suddenly nails him with a Superkick sending Robinson’s head crashing through the plasma television.

Zach Davis: CHECK OUT TIME! THROUGH THE PLASMA TELEVISION AS WELL!

Erin Robbins: Poor plasma television…

Oblivion looks down at the fallen Robinson who has been busted open due to being smashed through the plasma. He then just exits the ring and heads up the ramp to the back as the fans boo heavily.

Doc Henry vs Mystery Attacker

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Zach Davis: Time to find out who this mystery attacker is!

Erin Robbins: We don't know much, Zach. All we know is that this individual attacked Doc a few weeks ago.. and we haven't heard anything since.

Doc stands in the ring, waiting for his opponent.

Zach Davis: Well, come on then... Who is it going to be?

The lights go out.

Erin Robbins: Of course.

As the lights are out, Edge of Destruction by Machine Gun Kelly begins to play.

Zach Davis: It's-

The lights come back on.

Erin Robbins: TEK!

Tek is in the ring behind Doc. Tek spins the surprised Doc Henry around and kicks him in the gut as the bell rings. Henry doubles over and Tek hits a Mic Check!

Zach Davis: Why did Tek do this!? What'd Doc Henry ever do to him!? He's stealing the win here!

Tek pins Doc.

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NO! DOC KICKS OUT! The crowd pops as he does. Tek looks angry but relentless. He starts kicking at Henry over and over while the crowd boos him.

Erin Robbins: I don't know why, Zach, but his plan is working. He's firmly in control.

Tek starts focusing on the legs and back of Henry. He then grabs him and puts him into a Boston Crab.

Zach Davis: Submission applied!

Erin Robbins: Tek is going on an all out assault here, and now he's wearing Doc down.

At first the crowd boos Tek, but gradually they begin to turn that into cheering for Henry. A "Doc! Doc! Doc!" chant starts to rise up, as Henry claws his way to the ropes.

Zach Davis: He's getting there, slowly but surely, and if he reaches the ropes the ref will force the break. But can he make it?

After another moment of struggling..

Erin Robbins: He does!

Henry grabs the bottom rope! The ref tells Tek he has to release the hold, which he does... only as the ref gets to the count of four.

Zach Davis: Tek was once a beloved star here, but his new attitude sucks. Doc Henry has had some extremely memorable matches here at One, and Tek does THIS to him?!

Tek pulls Henry into the center of the ring and kicks at him a few more times before running to the ropes and Springboarding...

Erin Robbins: 450 SPLASH!

BUT HENRY GETS THE KNEES UP!

Zach Davis: WHOA!

Tek crashes into Henry's knees! Doc quickly rolls Tek up as he's double over in pain.

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NO! The fans boo as Tek kicks out.

Erin Robbins: That was almost it right there! One false move by Tek and it was almost all over.

Both Tek and Henry are back up and Tek runs at Henry and goes for a Clothesline. Henry ducks it, Tek hits the ropes, Henry runs at him...

Zach Davis: SPEAR!

Tek, still energetic, quickly stumbles back to his feet. He's dazed though and Henry catches him-

Erin Robbins: GAMBLER'S HAND! Doc Henry hits it!

And finally, not wasting any time, Henry climbs to the top rope. The cameras flash as the fans take pictures.

Zach Davis: Here we go.. Doc Henry is ALL IN!

Doc flies off the top with his Shooting Star Press! He lands on top of Tek, into a pin.

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The crowd cheers as Henry gets up and gets his arm raised.

Erin Robbins: There you have it! Even though Tek tried a few dirty tactics, Doc Henry was still able to emerge victorious! He capitalized on the one mistake Tek made.

Tek rolls out of the ring and stumbles up the ramp angrily, glaring at Henry as Henry celebrates.

Benjamin Atreyu's Open Challenge Gauntlet Match

“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system and the crowd floods the arena with tense booing and scowls as Benjamin stepped out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand.

Benjamin Atreyu: Oh, knock it off, you know you love me.

The crowd continues its verbal attack as Benjamin descends the ramp to the ring.

Benjamin Atreyu: I’m sure all you mouth-breathing inbred simpletons know exactly what time it is. That’s right, it’s the Benjamin Atreyu Open Challenge Gauntlet Match, starring yours truly, Benjamin Atreyu.

Benjamin ascends the ring steps and slips between the top and middle rope, moving to the center of the ring. He smiled widely as he looked around the jam-packed arena.

Benjamin Atreyu: See, your hero, me, wasn’t originally booked on One for some strange reason which I have yet to understand. At first I was hurt, wondering why the management would think it to be in their best interest to keep me off of the biggest show of the year, but then I realized this wasn’t a loss, this was an opportunity. In the absence of my booking, I found a potential to prove how important I truly am to this company; ratings wise and competition wise. I decided the best way to showcase my talents was not to fight in a simple one-on-one match up, but instead to allow fate to take its shot at me. So, I talked to the management and they agreed to allow me to host an open-challenge gauntlet match, showing my undeniable greatness for all to see.

Benjamin opened his arms wide, as if allowing the crowd to bask in his glory for a moment, but they simply rejected his offer by cussing him out and booing him. He brought the microphone back to his lips.

Benjamin Atreyu: What are the rules to this match, you might find yourself asking? Very simple, my opponents come out one at a time for a normal one-on-one match up. If I pin them or make them submit, they head to the back and I wait for the next competitor, but if they win, I will give them…ten thousand dollars of my own money. Think about it, guys. If you win, my present to you will be a chance for some glory at One and ten thousand dollars. Doesn’t that sound awesome? Well, not that you’ll beat me, of course. With no further to do, let’s bring out my first opponent.

Benjamin tosses down his microphone. Silence fills the arena as the crowd waits for his first opponent.

“Welcome Home” by King Diamond plays and Stab steps onto the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: Lesser known competitor, Stab, the first to accept Benjamin Atreyu’s open challenge, it will be interesting to see how this turns out.

Erin Robbins: I wouldn’t suspect much.

Stab hesitantly walks down the ramp, Benjamin laughing as he watches the individual slowly walk up the ring steps and slip into the ring. Benjamin backs up into his corner as Stab walks to the center of the ring. The ref signals to ring the bell. DING DING!

Benjamin walks over and meets Stab in the middle of the ring. He points over to a turnbuckle and says something to Stab. Stab looks confused and Benjamin walks over to the turnbuckle and jumps onto it, raising his arms into the air. The crowd boos at his boasting as he just off and moves to the side, motioning for Stab to do the same. Stab walks over to the turnbuckle and repeats Benjamin’s actions, this time getting cheers for the audience. He jumps off, but as he turns around he is hit with a stiff spinning from Benjamin Atreyu.

Erin Robbins: Oh, Black Eye Sonata from Benjamin Atreyu. He’s going for the pin!
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Kyle Steele: Your winner, Benjamin Atreyu!

Benjamin gets back to his feet and rolls Stab out of the ring, letting him fall to the arena floor. Benjamin walks back to his corner and waits for his next opponent.

Zach Davis: Benjamin made quick work of Stab, lets hope the next one will be a bit longer.

“Murdertrain” by The Foreskins plays over the PA system.

Zach Davis: I spoke too soon.

Hardcore McMurderkill ran down the entrance ramp at full speed sliding into the ring, ready to fight. Benjamin Atreyu quickly dropped the bell and the ref did not hesitate to ring the bell. DING! DING!

Erin Robbins: Hardcore McMurderkill ready to fight, but Benjamin saw him coming from a mile away and took advantage of the situation.

Benjamin got to his feet and stomped away at Hardcore McMurderkill before raising him to his feet and lifting him onto his back in the burning hammer position.

Zach Davis: Is he going for it?

Benjamin flips McMurderkill and sits out as he slams him down into a face crasher.

Zach Davis: REQIUEM IN D MINOR! Benjamin again going for the pin.

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Kyle Steel: Your winner…BENJAMIN ATREYU!

Erin Robbins: Another quick victory for Benjamin Atreyu. Hopefully, the next one will have better.

Benjamin stands in the middle of the ring waiting for his next opponent. The arena fills with silence once more and Benjamin paces around waiting. After a few minutes of waiting, Benjamin motions to the team next to the ring and is handed a microphone.

Benjamin Atreyu: One more, come on. Just one more. Is there anyone in the back who has the balls to face me? Come on, I know I am GOD GIVEN GREATNESS, but that doesn’t mean you have a zero chance…I mean, you do, but that’s not the point.

Silence.

Benjamin Atreyu: Okay, here is something that’ll sweeten the pot. IF you beat me, you will get THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!

Benjamin Atreyu drops the microphone and continues pacing around the ring.

‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as ‘The Queen Of Punishment’ Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage followed by her husband, ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson, they stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…from New York City, New York now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! ‘The Queen Of Punishment’…Stacy…Robinson!

The Robinson’s reach the ring and Stacy rolls into the ring as Benjamin tells Matthews to go to the back.

Zach Davis: It seems Benjamin doesn’t want Matthew Robinson at ring side, maybe in fear he might interfere.

Erin Robbins: Ridiculous, how many times has S-PAC interfered?

Matthew Robinson reluctantly heads to the back, leaving Stacy in the ring with Benjamin, but Stacy just looks Benjamin dead in the eye as he turns around. Benjamin laughs and motions for Stacy to kiss him on the cheek.

Zach Davis: How ridiculous is this? Benjamin doesn’t take Stacy seriously despite the fact that she is a legitimate competitor in this industry.

Stacy reels back and hits Benjamin with a stiff right to the temple, sending him stumbling backwards. Benjamin shakes his head to pull himself back together and quickly comes back with a punch of his own, but Stacy quickly ducks under and as Benjamin turns around, Stacy lands another stiff punch to the side of Benjamin’s head, forcing him to stumble back again. Stacy kicks Benjamin in the gut and as he bends over, Stacy hits him with a European uppercut. Benjamin falls backwards, landing flat on the mat. Stacy is quick to capitalize and begins to stomp away at Benjamin.

Erin Robbins: Oh wow, Stacy quickly getting the upper hand on Benjamin after his disrespectful behavior. I don’t think he mind is on the thirty thousand dollars right now.

Stacy reaches down and begins to pull Benjamin to his feet, but he takes a cheap shot to her gut and pushes her back to give himself space. As she comes back at him he lands a right to the side of her head, sending her reeling as she had done to him earlier, and as she comes back, he hits her with another right, sending her a couple steps back. Benjamin grabs her arm and irish whips her into and ropes and as she bounces back he hits a clothesline, knocking her to the mat. He grabs one of Stacy’s legs and attempts to lock in the Figure-four leg lock, but Stacy pulls her leg back and pushes forward, sending Benjamin back into the turn buckle. Stacy kips up back onto her feet and runs over to the turnbuckle, leaping up and wrapping her legs around Benjamin’s head. Benjamin, realizing what predicament he is in, walks forward to interrupt Stacy’s hurricarana and positions himself to hit a powerbomb. Stacy lands a few punches to the back of Benjamin’s head, sending him falling backwards onto the mat with her right on top of him. Using the momentum, Stacy moves and bounces off the ropes. As she comes running back, Benjamin makes it to his hands and knees before being hit with a running drop kick by Stacy.

Zach Davis: Ooooh, Stacy coming off the ropes with a low dropkick to Benjamin’s head. This match has been filled with some great back and forth action.

Erin Robbins: We might see Stacy walking out with Thirty thousand dollars tonight.

Zach Davis: That’s if she can keep this momentum going, but as we know, Benjamin is an expert at interrupting momentum with his size and incredible ring awareness.

Stacy walks over to Benjamin Atreyu and grabs him arm.

Erin Robbins: It looks like she is going for Your Final Penance.

Benjamin sees what Stacy is trying to lock on and quickly scrambles away, sliding out of the ring and signaling for a time out.

Zach Davis: There are no time outs in wrestling!

The ref gestures for Benjamin to get back in the ring, but Benjamin paces around the ring. The ref begins the count.

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Benjamin shakes his head and turns away from the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. Stacy quickly slides out the ring and quickly follows him, but Benjamin sees her in the jumbotron and quickly turns around and runs passed Stacy and back into the ring.

Zach Davis: What a cheap trick, luring Stacy out of the ring so he could jump inside and gain the advantage.

Stacy, instead of sliding in after Benjamin, walks up the stairs to avoid getting stomp. She slips between the ropes, staring Benjamin in the eye. She motions for a lock-up and Benjamin laughs. She pushes him and motions for the lock up again, Benjamin finally indulges her and locks up, but before they can test their strength, Benjamin lets go and slips out of the ring, calling for a time out again. The ref goes to count, but Stacy runs over to the ropes and hits a suicide dive, knocking them both to the ground. The reg goes back to counting.

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Zach Davis: This match is getting intense as both of them are fighting their hardest to have the advantage.

Benjamin and Stacy both go for a right and knock each other at the same time, following it with a series of simultaneous punches until Stacy manages to get the advantage over Atreyu and whips him into the ropes , hitting him with a solid roundhouse kick, sending him to the floor.

Erin Robbins: THE QUEEN’S KICK, SHE GOES FOR THE PIN!

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Benjamin kicks out and moves back to his feet at Stacy does, but this time Benjamin got the advantage with a kick to the gut. Benjamin lifts her up in the power bomb position and slams her down hard. Benjamin rolls her over and brings her back to her feet, before lifting her onto his shoulder in the Burning hammer position.

Zach Davis: REQIUEM IN D MINOR!

Benjamin flips her over, sitting out and slams her down into a face buster and goes for the pin.

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Kyle Steel: Your winner…BENJAMIN ATREYU!

Zach Davis: Benjamin wins his own open invitational! Could this be the start of the year of Atreyu?

Shadows of Darkness Segment

Camera turns on in a fog rainy filled run down area. Bricks lay all over of the little street you can see as the camera goes in and out of focus you see three black shadows appear one ahead of the other two which are side by side you hear a deep voice start talking

Shadow #1: Here we are the biggest show of the year the super bowl of WCF. Every trying to make a name for themselves of the biggest stage of the year. Everything everyone has done this entire year leads up to this night this ONE night and on this ONE night the landscape of the WCF will change forever. Not long ago a group of under looked people formed together to take what was rightfully theirs. They bonded together as one in which the powers to be had to choice but to grant them what they deserve. After the goal of the group was accomplished some careers sky rocketed, some decided to leave, others lead there path in a different direction. Over the past few months the People who call themselves employees of WCF have been under control by a power hungry female. She has caused alot of people hell and uncertainty. Complete chaos would be the word to describe Slam not that long ago made the unfortunate souls battle unknown opponents only for pure entertainment for one power hungry woman.

I have never been one to follow rules or listen to whoever shall run the WCF. I found two others who believe in my beliefs. I know you are thinking what are three shadows going to do like they could honestly do anything. HAHAHA I'm glad you are thinking of that because this is only the start more shadows will soon fall into line and believe my beliefs. If hell is what you wanna cause then hell we shall bring, A hell then will soon be an unstoppable force that vow to bring down the powers to be by all cost necessary. You should be asking yourself what are you gonna do when you finally look the devil in the eye? Will you be destroyed or will you bow at his feet?

Shadow 1 starts to fade almost like it disappears Shadow 2 moves in front

Shadow #2: In the past you all doubted me. Never giving me the credit that I deserved. Time and time again I faced the best around and gave them the fight of their lives. Still you doubt me? Your foolish thoughts will lead to your demise. The battle lines are being drawn even as we speak. We are tired of being led by mindless fools who don't know their asshole from a hole in the ground! I hope you are prepared for what is about to happen. Just remember, It's not our fault. It's yours!

Shadow 2 steps back and begins to fade as a cloud of smoke begins covering the area. Another shadow begins emerging from the background and begins to speak.

Shadow 3: You sit in your quiet homes thinking that this is all a bad dream, but this is reality. There are two sides to everything but there is one side that needs to be taken down. Everyone fears the Monsters that you can see in the light, but we are monsters that dwell in the darkness and will stay in shadow until it is time to reveal the truth to you all.

All that is seen is a pair of violet eyes and they seem to fade as the first shadow appears once again.

Shadow 1: Everyone has spoken I guess you can call this our acceptance speech for the most unknown award. This beginning is something more dark violent and unknown that anyone has or will have witnessed in the WCF. The rumor mill well guess who we are and I assure you you are likely wrong for the faces of this group will only come into light when we decide its time. By the time you watch this video package and start to wonder who we are we could be sitting right next to you, we could be your friends, family, everything you may fear. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE SHADOWS OR WILL YOU FOLLOW THE SHADOWS? ARE YOU READY TO LOOK INTO THE DEVILS EYES OR WILL YOU BOW AT HIS FEET?

All three shadows seem to slowly fall into the ground as the video slowly becomes blurry it fades to black.

Television Title Match
Caleb Fourchon vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship. Coming out first: hailing from Dulac, Louisiana and weighing in at 277 pounds… the challenger Caleb Fourchon!

"Cape Fear Suite" by Bernard Herrmann plays as Fourchon walks slowly to the ring, eyes focused on the referee. He leaps to apron, and then steps over the ropes. He makes a circuit around the ring staring at the crowd, before stopping at his corner, where he squats down on his haunches and waits.

Zach Davis: Caleb Fourchon punched his ticket to One by defeating “The Alpha Predator” Chase Michaels in a qualifying match at Slam.

Erin Robbins: He’s my pick to win tonight. The man might not be anything pleasant to look at, or listen to, or smell, but he knows what he’s doing in that ring.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighing 158 pounds: your Television Champion: Chelsea Black Armstrong!

Penance by Device blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtain running onto the stage as she puts a hand in the air before walking down the ramp hitting the hands of her fans along the way. Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside and then turning to stare down Caleb.

Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong won the title a month ago, ending “The Florida Cracker” John Barber’s impressive run. Since then she has taken on all comers, despite numerous distractions.

Erin Robbins: Distractions of her own making. If Armstrong had any sense she’d stop being mouthy to WCF Management. Maybe then things here would go easier for her.

Zach Davis: I don’t think Chelsea’s the type to bite her tongue.

Erin Robbins: If we’re lucky Fourchon will do it for her. And then swallow it.

The referee calls both wrestlers to the middle of the ring. He quickly goes over the rules, and then takes the belt from Armstrong. He holds it up to the crowd to remind them of the stakes to the match. After handing the title off to a stage hand, he motions to the timekeeper, and we’re underway. Tauntingly, Caleb raises his arms for the “test of strength” spot. After a moment, Chelsea pretends to oblige, before monkey flipping him to the mat!

Erin Robbins: What a display of poor sportsmanship.

Zach Davis: Oh, come on. Caleb was clearly goading Chelsea Armstrong there. He got what he deserved.

Armstrong kips up and goes after Fourchon. As Caleb sits up she starts kicking at his back, forcing the big man to scoot across the ring and roll out of it. The ref orders him back in. At first, Fourchon stalks around the outside, glaring at the TV champ. A count out for him starts. One! Two! Caleb yells at the referee to keep Chelsea away and then slowly climbs back inside. Armstrong waits until he clears the ropes and moves in. She feints a charge that Fourchon tries to meet, but then takes him down with a drop toe hold. She transitions that to a grounded hammerlock, keeping Caleb on his belly welly. The big man struggles and eventually is able to grab a handful of her hair and yank her off of him. The two stand and size each other up. After the referee warns Fourchon about the hair pull, the combatants close in on each other.

Zach Davis: Fourchon needs to be careful. This match is being fought under standard rules. He can be disqualified.

Erin Robbins: So can Armstrong! And if that happens, she loses the Television Title!

Chelsea starts shoot kicking at Caleb’s shins to hobble him. She tries to whip him to the corner, but the bigger man reverses it and charges. Armstrong gets a leg up and hits Caleb in the mush. When he staggers back, she climbs onto the top turnbuckle and leaps for a flying lariat. Down goes Fourchon. Chelsea tries for a pin. One! Caleb tosses her off him. Chelsea runs the ropes, comes back and hits a running enziguri on Caleb when he gets to his feet. Cover. One! Two! Kickout.

Zach Davis: This fight is all Chelsea Black Armstrong so far.

Erin Robbins: Reluctantly, I agree. I don’t think Caleb was expecting the match to move at such a fast pace.

Pulling her opponent up into a sitting position, Armstrong applies a chinlock. Fourchon struggles, and eventually gets to a vertical base. He twists himself out of her grip and pushes her away. Chelsea hits the ropes and comes back to try a clothesline, but is stopped dead by a throat thrust uppercut. Caleb kicks the champ in the stomach, and then hammers her back with a forearm club. When she’s doubled over the big man scoops her up and slams her stomach first on the mat. He drops down to roll her over and try for a pin, but Chelsea kicks out at One! Fourchon immediately straddles her and digs his grimy nails into her gut.

Erin Robbins: Shades of Killer Kowalski! The Stomach Claw!

Zach Davis: I don’t think anyone has won a match with the stomach claw in fifty years.

Erin Robbins: At the very least Chelsea will need a tetanus shot after this.

Armstrong tries to pry Caleb’s hand away. No good. Despite the pain, she starts throwing punches. After a few shots to the face, Fourchon lets go. He stands up and tries to clear his head, while Chelsea clambers to her hands and knees, clutching her stomach. Turning back, Fourchon runs at her and drives his foot into his foe’s ribs. He kicks her again. Chelsea moves towards the bottom rope and puts herself under it, but Caleb keeps stomping at her. The referee tries to get Fourchon to back off, but the Cajun giant is unrelenting. The referee starts counting. One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-! Caleb stalks away, barely avoiding the DQ. Boos rain down from the crowd to the ring, but Caleb just smirks.

Erin Robbins: This is the problem that Armstrong is going to have in this match. Caleb Fourchon is so much bigger and stronger, if he is able to get her in a vulnerable position he can just pound her senseless.

Zach Davis: The Television Champ has shown remarkable resiliency during her title run. She’s proven she can take a beating.

Once Chelsea stands and moves away from the ropes, Caleb comes back at her. They trade punches, but Caleb gets the upper hand with a kick to the midsection. He gets her in a front chin lock and then twists her and himself around so they are back to back. Then he leans forward, lifting her off the ground in an elevated chin lock.

Erin Robbins: What power from the challenger. He’s got Chelsea dangling like a marionette.

Zach Davis: It’s a brutal move no doubt, designed to inflict pain and disfigurement on an opponent.

Erin Robbins: Most submissions are supposed to hurt, Zach. As for the second part, some plastic surgery would do Armstrong good.

Again, Chelsea grabs at Caleb’s hands to keep his nails from digging into her skin. She lifts a leg and starts kicking at the back of his knee. After several strikes she gets it to buckle, and Caleb releases the hold. Chelsea stumbles forward, hits the ropes, and caroms back towards Caleb, hitting a running bulldog and planting him face first on the mat.

Zach Davis: And Chelsea Black Armstrong is able to counter!

Chelsea twists her body so she’s on top of Caleb, then she applies a sleeper hold. The bigger man struggles to get up, managing to rise to his hands and knees, but he flops back to the mat. Several seconds go by, as the ref moves into position to see if Fourchon will tap. Finally, the big man is able to turn over, using his weight to pin Armstrong’s shoulders. One! Two! She breaks the hold and pushes Fourchon off of her. Caleb rolls away, winded, while Chelsea remains supine. Both eventually get up. They run the ropes and charge at each other. Armstrong ducks a clothesline and on the comeback puts Fourchon down with an arm drag. The Mistress of Darkness gets on top of her foe and starts hammering away with haymakers. Caleb tries to protect his face with his arms, but she’s wearing him down.

Zach Davis: The champion is going off on her opponent right now!

Erin Robbins: With closed fists! That should be a disqualification. Do your job ref!

Zach Davis: Nobody gets dqed for throwing punches anymore, Erin.

After several more shots, a reenergized Chelsea springs to her feet. She plays to the crowd, and then leaps onto Caleb with a body press. Cover. One! Two! Th- Caleb kicks out. Armstrong shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips in frustration. Then she looks at the nearest corner. The fans, catching on to what she plans to do, cheer in anticipation. Armstrong goes and climbs the nearest ringpost and positions herself. Fourchon, meanwhile, stumbles to his feet. Chelsea jumps at him, only to be caught by the bigger man. Caleb flips her over her shoulder with a fall away slam, only he holds onto her for the pin. One! Two! Chelsea gets an arm up.

Erin Robbins: Fourchon again demonstrating his brute strength there.

Caleb gets into position to put Chelsea into an arm trap front facelock. He then begins rolling around the ring, dragging his foe with him. After several rotations, he pulls the disoriented Armstrong up to her feet.

Zach Davis: If the fall away slam didn’t leave Chelsea disoriented, that Gator Roll did.

Erin Robbins: I think this one is over, Zach. A new champ gets crowned tonight.

Fourchon grabs Chelsea’s wrist to move its hand over her throat in a cutting gesture, and then hefts her up for the one armed-falling power bomb.

Erin Robbins: Langiappe Bomb!

Caleb hooks her legs and covers. One! Two! Three! The ref calls for the bell.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and new WCF Television Champion, Caleb Fourchon!

The Cajun Crippler staggers to his feet as his music is played. After demanding the ref raise his arm in victory (and getting it), he snatches the TV Title from a stage hand. He stares at the belt for good while, ignoring the boos, and then slings it over his shoulder and makes his way out of the ring.

Zach Davis: An impressive win for the WCF newcomer. Chelsea Armstrong represented the Television Title well, and fought hard tonight, but in the end Caleb Fourchon was just a little bit better.

Erin Robbins: It’s about time that witch got humbled. So happy she lost, and we have a champion who respects the WCF chain of command.

Zach Davis: You have a little something… brown… on your nose there, Erin.

Erin Robbins: Oh, bite me, Zach.

Hardcore Hell Match Promo

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, switching gears for a moment, tonight we have an epic battle that will happen between Waylon Cash and Donald Deruty.

Erin Robbins: Yes, if D-Day wins, S-PAC must disband, changing the landscape of WCF forever.

Zach Davis: And if Waylon Cash wins, Donald Deruty must retire. A lot riding on the line for both of them, but that may not be the interesting part about this match.

Erin Robbins: That's right, the match will be contested in a hardcore hell match. To tell us more about that, here's Hank Brown.

We see the image of Hank Brown standing backstage with a microphone in his hand.

Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we will see the third Hardcore Hell match in WCF's history. Before the match begins, a cage will be set up around the ring, and a much larger cell will be lowered over that. To the ceiling of the cell will be affixed nine different weapons, all chosen and agreed upon by the competitors before tonight's show began. Those nine weapons are sitting on a table right here in front of me.

The camera pans down to show the different weapons lined up. It moves to each one as he talks about it.

Hank Brown: The first four are fairly simple. A kendo stick, a pair of brass knuckles, a steel chair, and small biker chain. Then it gets a bit strange. The next weapon is a can of mace, which could potentially cause a lot of problems for one of these wrestlers if sprayed in their eyes. They have also chosen a pair of handcuffs, and a policeman's nightstick. Weapons when separate, are dangerous, when combined could prove quite problematic. The eighth weapon is a pool stick, and the ninth is something worth talking about.

The camera pans over to what looks like a long bullwhip.

Hank Brown: This is no ordinary whip. If you get in close, you can see the metal barbs that run along the leather. If this ends up being used, it could turn this match into a gory bloodbath. This can shred skin with a single stroke, and you can bet that both men will be watching for it. Ladies and gentlemen, careers may be riding on the outcome of the match, but lives may very well be riding on what happens between the bells. Back to Zach Davis and Erin Robbins at ringside.

Zach Davis: Thank you Hank, we look forward to that match later tonight.

People's Title Match
Night Rider vs Denise D'Evil

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF People's Title!

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

Kyle Steel: Introducing the challenger. Weighing in at three hundred and thirty five pounds, from The Dark Side Of Hell, he is NIGHT RIDER!

A cold hatred burns in Night Rider's eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.

Zach Davis: Two weeks ago we saw Night Rider team up with Tasha Lavondyss and his opponent tonight to face off against S-Pac in a losing effort. We saw both Rider and D'evil on the same page and working well together in that match but tonight is a whole different story.

Erin Robbins: That it is Zach. Night Rider has been a part of WCF for nearly two years now and in that time he's only held gold once, back in 2012 when he and Jeff Purse won the Tag Team Titles. Tonight is his chance to once again be called a champion and you just know he's ready to fight.

Zach Davis: Well he's certainly going to have his hands full tonight.

The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. "Angel of Darkness" by Alex C. & Yasmin K. begins to play as the sound of a whinnying horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and thirty eight pounds, from Sleepy Hollow, New York, she is the current Wrestling Championship Federation People's Champion....THE DEATH BRINGER DENISE D'EVIL!

She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and staring down Night Rider.

Erin Robbins: Denise D'evil, the former WCF Hardcore Champion who ended FPV's nearly three month reign as the People's Champion a month ago, has proven herself to be a force during her rookie year here in WCF.

Zach Davis: First she was the first woman to ever hold the WCF Hardcore Title, now she's the first woman to ever hold the WCF People's Title. Along with Sarah Twilight being the first woman to ever be WCF World Champion earlier this year, 2013 has certainly been the rise of the female competitor in our company.

Erin Robbins: And speaking as a woman myself, I couldn't be happier.

Denise takes a last look at the People's Title before handing it over to the referee, who then holds it up into the air for everyone to see before handing it off to a ringside official and calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Erin Robbins: And this match is officially underway!

Both Denise and Rider come out of their respective corners and circle each other a few times as both look to be trying to figure out how to approach this match.

Zach Davis: If you're Denise D'evil in this match, what are you thinking right now? How are you going to go at a man that's nearly 200 pounds heavier than you?

Erin Robbins: Use that speed and stay out of his reach. The last place she wants to find herself is in his grasp.

Keeping the distance seems to indeed be the strategy as Denise wisely ducks the outstretched arms of Rider as he tries to tie-up. Denise from behind with a German Suplex attempt but Rider blocks it. Denise quickly with a full nelson hold as she has to jump up and wrap her legs around the body of Rider. Night Rider trying to grab hold of Denise by the head and throw her off but Denise only tightens up her grip. Night Rider eyes up the corner and heads for it before turning and backing Denise into it. Denise refusing to let go as Rider takes a few steps forward and then rams her back first into the corner again. Denise drops off of Rider's back as he keeps her in the corner and fires back with elbows to the face.

Zach Davis: And this is what we were talking about earlier, Denise is in a bad place early.

Night Rider turns around and hits Denise square in the face with a forearm shot. Rider now keeping the forearm in her face, pancaking her in the corner as the referee starts up a five count. At four Rider backs off with his hands in the air innocently, only to rush the corner and connect with a knee to the gut. Again the referee giving Rider a warning as he shoves Denise back up against the corner and chops her across the chest. More chops to the chest as the referee reaches a four count. Rider backs off and gets an earful from the referee, only to push past him looking to hit another knee. Denise ducks through the ropes quickly and Rider crashes into the corner. Denise now up on the second rope and she grabs Rider by the head before dropping off the rope, dropping Rider neck first across the top rope. Denise quickly slips into the ring for the pin attempt.

ON-

Rider powers out of the pin before the referee's hand slaps the mat. He starts to get back up but Denise goes right at him, dropping an axe handle across his back. Back down to the mat goes Rider as Denise begins dropping elbows to the back of his head. Rider is forced to cover up the back of his head and roll over to his side before he pushes Denise away with his legs. Rider trying to sit up when Denise fires off a roundhouse kick aimed at his head. Rider ducks it and then rolls up Denise from behind.

Erin Robbins: Pin attempt!

ONE!

Denise is able to kick out at one as both scramble to get up to their feet. Denise tries to cut off Rider before he's upright but Rider catches her with a shoulder thrust to the gut. Denise doubled over and Rider pulls her in for a powerbomb. He gets her up but Denise hammers away at his face until she's able to drop down to the mat. Denise with a roundhouse to the side of the head and down goes Night Rider. She quickly drops down for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TW-

But Rider kicks out at one and a half. Denise rolls off of him and immediately starts to rain down forearms to his face. Night Rider grabbing himself a handful of hair and he yanks it all around until Denise is forced to stop hitting him. Night Rider up to his feet now, still with a handful of hair, as the referee yells for him to let go. Rider ignores him, using the hair to pull Denise in close for a clothesline. Denise tries to get right back up to her feet but Rider pulls her in and snaps off a quick suplex.

Zach Davis: Night Rider once again all over the champion and things aren't looking good for her.

Night Rider pulls Denise up to her feet and lifts her up into a bearhug. Rider now swinging her body around like a doll as he tries to squeeze the life out of her. Denise tries to fight him off by clawing at his face but Rider continues to add pressure. The People's Champion looks to be fading as the referee steps in to check on her. He raises her arm once and lets it go.

ONE!

He raises her arm a second time and lets it go.

TWO!

He raises her arm for a third and final time and lets it go.

THR-

No! Denise's arm shoots right back up into the air as the referee backs off. Denise rakes the eyes of Night Rider and he's forced to finally drop her and back off as he clutches his eyes. Denise runs and hits the ropes before nailing Rider with a spear. Down goes the challenger and Denise hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

T-

No! Night Rider kicks out at two as Denise rolls off of him. Denise back up to her feet as she waits for Rider to get up. He's up and he turns around into a Dismount from Denise. He stumbles back into the corner and Denise charges him before hitting a clothesline in the corner. Denise pulls him out of the corner and hits the There Can Be Only One. Denise with the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

No! Denise slams her fists onto the mat in frustration as Rider is still on his back.

Erin Robbins: And the champ is beside herself. How Night Rider kicked out of that move at this point in the match just shows how tough he is.

Denise now looking to the corner as she makes her way up to the top rope. She leaps off the top rope with The Quickening...BUT NIGHT RIDER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Denise crashes and burns with the guillotine leg drop as Night Rider was able to get out of the way at the last second. Night Rider now using the ropes to pull himself up as Denise rolls onto her stomach and clutches her lower back. Night Rider takes himself a breather before running and connecting with a kick to the side of Denise's head. Night Rider now the one heading to the corner as he climbs up to the top rope. He patiently waits as Denise slowly pushes herself up to her feet and flies off with the clothesline.

Zach Davis: GUILLOTINE!

Night Rider confidently hooking the leg as he holds up his hand to count with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

NO!

Erin Robbins: WOW! What an effort by Denise!

Night Rider looks absolutely perplexed as he looks up to the referee who flashes him two fingers. Night Rider seems unwilling to believe this as he gets to his feet and in the face of the referee. The referee tries to back away from Night Rider but Rider continues to scream in his face about the count. Denise is stirring on the mat as she slowly rolls over to her stomach and begins to crawl toward the ropes. Rider finally turns back around and grabs Denise by the legs before she can reach the ropes. Rider pulls her all the way back to the center of the ring before grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her feet. The referee steps in to warn Rider but Rider tells him to shut up. Denise uses the second Rider gives her to connect with a backhand slap to the face. Night Rider grabs the side of his face as Denise kicks him in the gut and drops him with a DDT. Denise with the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

NO! Night Rider with the shoulder up at two and a half. Denise not wanting to let up as she grabs Rider by the legs and tries to flip him over for a boston crab. Rider however is able to counter and shove Denise off. Night Rider now trying to get back up to his feet as Denise charges him. Night Rider up on his knees as Denise fires off a roundhouse to the head. Rider ducks it and Denise gets spun around. Night Rider with the schoolboy.

ONE!

Night Rider puts his feet up on the ropes as the fans scream at the referee to look.

TWO!

Erin Robbins: Come on ref! Open your eyes!

THREE!

Kyle Steel: And your winner and NEW WCF People's Champion...NIGHT RIDER!

"Orion" hits the speakers as Night Rider gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory! The referee goes to get the People's Title from ringside when another official runs out from the back and slides into the ring. The second official stops the referee from giving Night Rider the belt and tells him to look at the big screen. A replay clearly shows Night Rider using the ropes during the pin. Night Rider tries to get his hands on the belt but the referee exits the ring and hands off the belt. The referee now talking with Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: The referee has ruled that because Night Rider used the ropes...this match will continue!

The fans pop as Denise pulls herself into a sitting position in the corner. Night Rider is screaming at the referee from inside the ring as the bell rings. Night Rider finally turns and goes after Denise as the referee approaches the ring. As he slides in, Denise uses the opportunity to catch Night Rider with a low blow. Night Rider is doubled over as Denise gets up to her feet and pulls him in before dropping him with the There Can Be Only One. Denise hooks the inside leg for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Night Rider gets his outside leg up and onto the bottom rope.

THREE!

"Angel Of Darkness" hits the speakers as Denise rolls off of Night Rider and sits up, clearly exhausted from the match.

The referee starts to go to retrieve the title belt when he realizes Night Rider's foot is on the rope. He runs his hands through his hair as Kyle Steel approaches the ring with the belt.

Kyle Steel: And your winner and STILL WCF People's Champion....DEN

The referee quickly exits the ring and cuts Kyle off. The referee again is forced to tell Kyle that the match goes on as he points to Night Rider's foot. Denise realizes what is going on and falls backward in frustration.

Kyle Steel: The referee has ruled that the match goes on!

The referee slides back into the ring and starts to explain to Denise what happened when she waves him off and sits up. Night Rider has pulled himself up to one knee using the ropes as Denise gets up to her feet. Denise approaches Rider and pulls him away from the ropes before trying to hit him with another There Can Be Only One when Rider counters with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Night Rider pulling Denise in and he lifts her up until her legs are on the top rope. Night Rider quickly drops her face first onto the mat with a DDT.

Zach Davis: Drop Of Death!

Rider with the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Orion" hits the speakers as Night Rider rolls off of Denise. The referee gets the People's Title from Kyle Steel and hands it to Night Rider as he sits up.

Kyle Steel: And your winner, by way of pinfall, the NEW WCF People's Champion....NIGHT RIDER!

Night Rider gets to his feet and celebrates his first singles title as the crowd peppers him with boos.

Erin Robbins: Well there you have it, after a bizarre ending to a great match, we have a new People's Champion.

Zach Davis: Are we sure this time? We should give the referee a minute or two to make sure he got it right.

Erin Robbins: Yeah, we may just have to start doing thorough checks on our referee's eyesight before we hire them.

"Orion" continues to play as Night Rider exits the ring and heads to the back with the People's Title.

Zach Davis: What a match that was folks. Wait a minute, Something is happening. The lights in the arena are flickering. There seems to be some strange mist coming out from under the ring.

POP

The lights go out as the crowd cheers not knowing what to expect. Fog continues to roll from underneath the ring, as the camera tries to pan around the arena still not seeing anything.

Erin Robbins: Whoa, The lights have gone completely out. I can't see anything but that damn creepy fog. Something seems to be happening to the Jumbo-Tron. There is a lot of static coming from it. I have no ideal what has gone on in the ring.

As the lights come back on, we see Denise and Night Rider are both gone, and the fog is fading away.

Zach Davis: Wait, The lights are coming back on. I believe the generators have kicked in. Oh My God! The referee has been knocked out cold. Denise D'Evil and Night Rider have disappeared. what in the world is going on? let's go to a commercial break so we can figure this out.

Erin Robbins: Okay, we are back live and still have no clue as to what happened. D'Evil and Night Rider are nowhere to be found. The referee has been attended to so we will move on to our next match.

Suddenly the Jumbo-Tron fires up and a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes can be seen. It begins to speak.

Shadow: Do you see the power that we have? Do you finally understand that everyone is touchable? Tonight we started with your People's champion and their better half. Don't worry Miss D'evil and Night Rider are safe here with us. Don't come and try to look for them for they are in the world of Shadows. We are the Shadows of Darkness and there is no where you can hide from us. We are all around you. Follow the shadows.

With that the jumbo ton goes back to static before it turns back to normal.

Oblivion vs Matthew Robinson

The opening to 'Papercut' by Linkin Park plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Punisher' Matthew Robinson bursts out onto the stage from behind the curtain followed by his wife, 'The Queen Of Punishment' Stacy Robinson, sending the WCF fans into a frenzy. They both look around at the sold out crowd in attendance before slowly and methodically making their way down the ramp towards the ring.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...being accompanied by 'The Queen Of Punishment' Stacy Robinson...from London, England, now residing in Orlando, Florida...weighing in at 235 pounds! 'The Punisher'...Matthew...Robinson!

The Robinson's head around the ring, looking at everyone in attendance whilst maintaining the slow, methodical walk before they roll into the ring. Matthew then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms high above his head whilst Stacy cheers him on, he then takes his shirt off, throwing it into the crowd and climbing back down whilst Stacy exits the ring as 'Papercut' fades out.

Erin Robbins: I can't stand that man!

Zach Davis: Why not? He's one of WCF's brightest superstars! He's an all round good guy. Fights for what he believes in. Never backs down from a fight. A decent man through and through.

Erin Robbins: That'd be why.

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

BREATHE WITH ME!!

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

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

Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya

Psycho-somatic addict insane

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

Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim!!
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale... EXHA-A-A-LE!!

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

The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: The Monster of Madness, the one and only, WCF's shortest employee... Oblivion.

Eric Roberts: And the craziest.

The bell rings and the audience silences watching Oblivion, the lunatic, approach Matt Robinson, the purest of pure. Matt throws the first blow, sending a right to Oblivion that staggers him backwards and onto the ropes. Robinson continues the attack, moving down to Oblivion's ribs with lefts and rights. Oblivion pushes out, swings at Robinson, whom ducks that, and hits Oblivion with a full nelson slam! He quickly hooks Obie's leg.

One!

Two! Kick out.

Zach Davis: Matt Robinson looking for an early pinfall there, hoping to catch Oblivion off guard. I've seen it work before, not with Oblivion, but in other matches.

Erin Robbins: What other matches?

Back to the action, Oblivion scrambles to his feet and hits Matt Robinson with a snapmare turning it into a headlock. Matt battles back, sending elbows into Obie and lifting him up. Oblivion keeps on, however, and strikes his knee into Robinson's nose. Robinson falls backwards holding his nose, Oblivion quickly runs up the turnbuckle and flies off with a flying headbutt! He stays on top of Matt and pins.

One!

Two!

Matthew kicks it out, pushing Oblivion off of him in the process. Oblivion stalks Matthew as he regains himself onto his feet, and once he's up.. SCHOOL BOY!

One!

Two!

Matthew kicks out yet again. This time he sweeps Oblivion out from under his feet, dropping an elbow down onto Oblivion's chest, and then pulling him up with him and hitting a Olympic Slam. Matt drops down on top of Obie and pins.

One!

Two!

Thre - Obie kicks out.

Zach Davis: Lots of pinfalls thus far.

Erin Robbins: That's because of these guys know how dangerous the other one can be, and they aren't trying to stick around and find out.

Matthew goes to pick Oblivion up but Oblivion hits Matthew out of nowhere with a scoop slam, then hits the ropes, and doubles back with a vicious legdrop. Oblivion drops down to pin Matthew, but Matthew surprisingly rolls Obie up in a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! OBLIVION KICKS OUT!

WAIT! Oblivion reverses the small package with one of us own!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Erin Robbins: What just happened?!

Matthew finally breaks out of it and looks up at the referee in disbelief who starts ringing the bell.

Zach Davis: Oblivion with a sneaky victory over Matthew!

Oblivion, seemingly angered for some reason or another despite winning, rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from underneath it. He gets back in. The referee gets in his face and BOOM... Oblivion hits the referee with a chair. He turns to Matthew Robinson, he tries to duck the chair shot Oblivion swings at him, but Oblivion gets him anyway. Matt goes down clutching his head but Oblivion continues the destruction, hitting Matthew Robinson over and over and over with the chair. Each chair shot sends a painful jolt through Matt's body as he rolls around the ring eating chair shot after chair shot. Oblivion bends the chair over Matthew's skull, producing a sharp jagged metal edge in the chair. Oblivion notices this, and sends that treacherous piece straight into Matt's face gashing him wide open. Matt's eyes close and he lays there with a pool of blood developing at his head. Oblivion, finally content with the violence, drops the chair on Matthew and rolls out of the ring heading to the back.

Zach Davis: That was just uncalled for. Matthew Robinson is a good guy, he didn't deserve this! We need to get some medical staff out here right away. That was brutal!

Erin Robbins: That was awesome!

The Mystery Revealed

We come back from yet another promo for next month's Payback PPV with a sweeping shot of the absolutely jacked up WCF crowd. There are signs everywhere and everyone seems to be having a fantastic night. We then switch to a shot of the announce table and Zach Davis and Erin Robbins.

Zach Davis: And now it is time for...

The lights in the arena suddenly go out.

Zach Davis: ...did I get knocked out and miss the show?

Erin Robbins: Don't be stupid Zach, obviously we're having some technical difficulties.

Zach Davis: IT'S THE ILLUMINATI! THEY'RE TRYING TO DO TO US WHAT THEY DID TO THE SUPER BOWL!

Erin Robbins: How have you kept this job for this long?

Zach Davis: It's all about who you bl- er, know.

Erin Robbins: Seriously, can we get the lights back on already?

Zach Davis: Ask and you shall receive Erin. Look up there, I can see a light coming on already.

A lone spotlight is shining on the arena roof as something can be seen slowly being lowered.

Erin Robbins: I..what is that Zach?

Zach Davis: It's probably just...just...

An inverted cross is slowly being lowered from the rafters with what appears to be an upside down mannequin with a bag over it's head tied to it.

Erin Robbins: What kind of sick joke this? Who's the dumbass trying to get Christian groups all over the world riled up?

Zach Davis: I don't know Erin, but I...

Screams of horror ring out from the crowd as the mannequin begins to twitch on the inverted cross at the sounds of the people below.

Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!? SOMEONE HELP THAT PERSON!

The inverted cross continues to slowly lower down toward the ring until it finally stops just a few feet above. It sways, almost as if there were a breeze in the arena, as the hooded person continues to twitch. Blood can be seen staining the white hood over their hood and dripping onto the mat.

Zach Davis: This is sick.

Medical personnel appear running out onto the stage to help when pyro explodes from all around the stage. Flames erupt at the top of the entrance ramp and block the personnel from moving forward.

Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?

As the body on the cross continues to occassionally twitch, the spotlight shining on it suddenly goes out. Only the light from the flames still burning on the ramp remains as the crowd's murmurs have turned into full on panicked cries. The jumbotron begins to flicker to life as it turns to a snowy screen. "Frayed Ends Of Sanity" begins to blast over the arena speakers, drowning out all of the crowd noise in the arena.

Zach Davis: Dear god my ears!

People desperately try to block out the music with their fingers but it only seems to get louder as the snowy screen on the jumbotron suddenly cuts to a black screen. "Frayed Ends Of Sanity" cuts as the crowd resumes their panicked screams. A booming, distorted voice screams out, silencing the crowd.

Voice: I gave you all fair warning of what was to come tonight. I told the world that tonight One would meet their end. You scoffed, laughed at the very notion of a life being taken by a faceless and nameless individual. Are you laughing now? Are you scoffing at the sight of a living, albeit barely, person dangling in front of you, wondering when the sweet embrace of death will end their torment? Parents be grateful that the gag in this person's mouth has remained, for surely their pleads for mercy and screams for help would be far more damaging than the sight you're shielding them from. Why shield them though? Are you afraid of what it will do to their minds? That it will damage them? Wake up people, these children were born into a world that is going to damage them. This world is full of liars, cheaters and egotistical fucks that are destroying everything around them to satisfy their needs. And your children? Your children are going to get fucked by this world, plain and simple. Little Bobby and Suzy are going to grow up thinking that hard work will reap rewards only to find out too late that it's for nothing. The simple fact is that to survive in this world you need to be willing to do things that the average joe just can't bring himself to do because he's nothing more than a scared little bitch. You want to survive in this world you need to get your hands mighty dirty and find a way to make damn sure people remember your name.

The voice cuts as the spotlight pops back on, illuminating the inverted cross and the individual tied to it. Blood has begun pooling in the ring under the cross as the white hood has become soaked. A second spotlight suddenly pops on revealing a masked figure standing beside the cross with a microphone in hand.

Voice: And after tonight, I guarantee not one of you will ever forget my name.

The masked figure drops their microphone to the mat and turns to the individual tied to the cross. Placing both hands on the hood, the figure tears away the blood soaked white hood to reveal...

Zach Davis: JAY PRICE!

Erin Robbins: Oh my god...

The eyes of Jay Price are barely open. His mouth has been taped shut and, judging by his cheeks, his mouth has been stuffed with something. His face is badly cut in dozens of places and the addition of being hung upside down has forced the blood in his body to rush to his head, in turn causing the minor wounds to bleed horribly. The masked figure reaches down and picks up the microphone before he gently strokes the chest of Price with his free gloved hand, causing the barely conscious Price to twitch.

Voice: Do you people see the despair in this man's eyes? Do you see the defeat, the knowing of the inevitable ending of his life? Even if I were to take the mercy on this man that he so desperately pleaded for, he would never last. So the only question that remains is, do I allow him to suffer in front of you all or do I put him out his misery in front of you all?

The gloved hand of the masked figure makes it's way from Price's chest to his throat where the fingers wrap themselves around it. Price's body again twitches at the figure's touch.

Voice: So much fight. So...so much fight. Don't worry Jay, I'm sure everyone here will remember you going down as a fighter and not just a victim.

The masked figure throws the microphone back down to the mat and then wraps his other hand around the throat of Price. The crowd screams in horror as they watch this figure strangle the upside down, badly bleeding body of Price. Price's body twitches as the figure screams for him to go into the light. Finally Price's body twitches for the final time before it goes still. The figure continues to grasp the throat of Price for a few more minutes until finally releasing him. The figure takes a step back and stares ahead at his handywork as people in the crowd can be heard sobbing. The figure then reaches down and picks the microphone back up as a gloved hand reaches out and touches the still chest of Price.

Voice: Do not cry for this man. Do not shed a single tear for this man, for he does not deserve it. This was no random act of violence. Not a crime of passion. This...this has been planned for longer than any of you can fathom. This fraud of a man has paraded himself in front you and the world, putting on a show for each and every single one of you, knowing full well what he truly was. Every day that he put himself in the spotlight he did nothing but bring this day closer to being a reality. Isn't that right Jay?

The masked figure holds the microphone out to the face of Price.

Voice: Well would you look at that folks, someone finally found a way to keep Jay Price quiet. And all it took was a little massive blood loss and strangulation.

The masked figure breaks out into maniacal laughter as the gloved hand slaps the chest of Price. The crowd is still in a state of hushed sadness as sobbing can still be heard.

Voice: So why Jay Price? Why, oh why, oh why, oh why. Anyone in the crowd care to come into the ring to ask me the question? No? How about you Erin? Come on Zach, you've always been one to love talking, why don't you come in the ring and ask me?

No one in the arena moves a muscle as the masked figure holds the microphone away from his body.

Voice: No one? No one wants to ask me the question? Well then fine, maybe I should just ask myself the question.

The masked figure quickly rips off the mask to reveal...

Erin Robbins/Zach Davis: JAY PRICE?!?!

...to reveal Jay Price standing in the ring beside his own dead body. The living Price throws the mask to the mat as the crowd is stunned.

Jay Price: Why? Why the fuck did I decide to kill myself in front of the world? Well let's get one thing straight people, that ain't me. This...

Price reaches out and smacks the dead body hanging in front of him.

Jay Price: This unlucky son of a bitch is the reason that each and every single one of you fans looks at me and sees nothing. This...

Price reaches out and smacks the dead body hanging in front of him.

Jay Price: This mother fucker is the reason that everyone in the locker room associates the name "Jay Price" with words like "joke" and "fluke" and "loser".

Price kneels down so that his head is side by side with the dead body's head and stares into the camera.

Jay Price: Well tell me world, is this funny? Are you sitting their in your seats trying to hold back laughter as you stare ahead at a dead body and the killer? This isn't a joke, there is no punchline. This, plain and simple, is the righting of a wrong that has been long overdue.

Price stands back up, pushing away the dead Price and causing the inverted cross to sway.

Jay Price: You all just loved it when you saw Jay Price lose his fucking mind and start painting his face and talking to himself. You giggled at his antics as he rolled around the ring strangling himself. And by god you even started to cheer for him and paint your stupid faces so that you could look just like him. Jay Price became a fucking joke and you people ate up the bullshit like it was fucking ice cream topped with hundreds. I fought for years to make a name for myself in this business only to have it all taken away from me by a clone put here when I was taken away. Everything that I worked so hard for, the World Title, the Hall Of Fame worthy career, everything that mattered turned into a joke.

Price reaches down and grabs hold of the ear of the dead Price.

Jay Price: Well look at the joke folks, take it all in and get in one last laugh because when this sack of shit is six feet under, the funny antics and everything else that made you like him goes under with him.

Price lets go of the dead Price and steps back as the inverted cross begins to rise up. It stops and Price steps beneath it, gazing up into the dead eyes of the other Price.

Jay Price: Say goodbye to Jay Price everyone. Wave goodbye, shed your tears, hell go ahead and even say a little prayer for him. And then say hello to the man that is going to bring this whole fucking place to it's knees. Say hello to the man that is going to look the red headed bitch running this place in the eyes and make her fear what I'm going to do next because there isn't a single man or woman in this company that is going to stop me. Say hello to Jayson Price.

Jayson throws the microphone to the mat and raises his arms out to the side to mimic the dead Price hanging above him as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold blasts out over the arena's sound system. The crowd has yet to recover from their shock as Price tilts his head back and smiles at the dead Price hanging above him.

Jack Happy vs Jeff Purse

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one hand in the air as the audience cheers.

Kyle Steel: Introducing FIRST, from Venice Beach California! He is a former World Heavyweight Champion, standing six feet, two inches tall, he weighed in tonight at two-hundred and FIFTEEN pounds... he is The Future, JEFF... Puuurse!!

"You can sound the alarm
you can call out your guards
you can fence in your yard
you can pull all the cards
but I won't back down
oh no I wont back down
oh no..."

At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.

"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what I do, I do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming F that yeah super ill"

Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him

"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
listen garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool
...you know the fuckin' drill."

He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace.

When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time.

"These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said --
Settle ya fucking ass down,
... I'm ready for combat, man."

As the music fades out, Jeff anxiously awaits his competition.

Erin Robbins: After watching Jack Happy's promos for this monumental event... I gotta admit. I like the new attitude...

Zach Davis: And we're about to see that new attitude in action, as he's the next man to step through those curtains!

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

"Confessions of Hatred" by Sevendust blares over the PA as the entrance ramp starts to fog up. Red pyros go off on either side of the stage and other red laser beams begin to shoot through the fog.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Pittsburgh, PA... he stands at an even and EVIL six feet tall... he weighed in tonight at a simply VILE three hundred and twenty pounds... he is the RingMaster of Mayhem... the nightmare of the big top... the sad clown himself, Mr. Jack... UNHappyyy!!!

As the camera pans towards one of the luxury booths, we see Jessica Alba sitting in it, dressed in black. She stands up and smiles happily towards the fans and gives a thumbs up, nodding as if to say, 'yes.' She then starts to shake her head 'no' as she frowns, turning her thumb down and mocking the audience. As the camera returns to the ramp, we see Mr. UnHappy emerge from the back. Walking to the ring with a bit of a swagger, he slaps food and drinks out of people's hands and even does the 'boo hoo' gesture to any kid he sees in attendance. Sliding into the ring, he finds a corner and intentionally turns his back to Jeff. Looking over his shoulder, he takes a few moments to make derisive comments before finally getting RIGHT UP in Jeff's face to glare at him, giving a menacing grin.

Zach Davis: Jack has turned his back on the fans, and he's made it clear that he's no longer the smiling, happy-go-lucky individual many have come to love. This, sports fans, is a whole new Jack!

Erin Robbins: You're right about that, and it's about damned time! It's about time that clown wisened up and realized that these PEOPLE aren't worth the effort. They don't know a TRUE hero when they see one! They cheer Jeff on like he's the second coming, but he's nothing more than an egotistical PRICK! And Jack is about to put that prick in place!

Zach Davis: But Jeff's accomplishments speak for themself! Hardcore champ, U.S. champ, Tag champ, TWO TIME TV champ, and former WCF World's champion. No matter how you may feel about the man, Erin, it is undeniable that he's earned every one of those accolades!

Erin Robbins: He can have all the accolades in the WORLD, but he isn't dealing with the same Jack we've grown to know here in WCF! This man is reinvigorated, and he's finally focused on what counts... inflicting PAIN! And that's exactly what Jeffrey is about to feel, first hand!

Zach Davis: Well, the bell has sounded, and we'll see just who does rise above by the end of what is sure to be a heated battle!

As the bell sounds, the two men begin to circle one another. Jeff goes in for the hook-up... but Jack rolls out of the ring! He begins pacing ringside.

Zach Davis: This is totally unlike Jack...

Erin Robbins: I told you! This isn't the same Jack, you buffoon, this Jack doesn't foolishly rush in! He's not allowing Jeff to dictate the pace, and he's luring the guy into a more methodical match!

Zach Davis: But Jeff isn't going to have any of it! Purse immediately rushes toward the far ropes, rebounds, and quickly runs across the mat... Jack seemingly doesn't notice as Jeff runs toward the side of the ring near Jack... Jeff SOARS over the ropes!

Erin Robbins: YES! And he CRASHES! Jack DID see it coming, and he stepped right out of the way! I TOLD you he's got this match headed right where he wants it. He's no longer playing to the crowd, he's in control, and I tell ya. As long as he keeps THIS attitude? He's gonna be one to watch out for.

Zach Davis: You may very well be right Erin... Jack walks toward the fallen Jeff, and reaches down, going to rip him off the floor by the head... but Purse is fighting back! 'The Future' delievers right and lefts from a kneeling position, trying to get back into this thing. He hooks his arms around Jack's head, and brings him crashing down with a jawbreaker! Now JACK is reeling!

Erin Robbins: Dammit, he wasn't ready for that! He had this thing set, and now Jeff has to have his moment playing the 'hero'.

Zach Davis: The man is a valiant fighter, and no matter how high the deck is stacked, there is no quit in him. He isn't going to let Jack steam roll him, whether Jack's Happy, or UnHappy, he's gonna get the fight of a lifetime!

Erin Robbins: Jack stumbles back a few steps after that jawbreaker, and now Jeff is bringing a few clubbing blows to the more powerful man's spine. Jack lifts his arms up trying to swat away Jeff's, but Jeff is keeping on him like George! on a nerd.

Zach Davis: ... that's the only metaphor you could think of? Really?

Erin Robbins: Shut up, you NERD!

Zach Davis: Apparently Logan's not the only one who's been hanging around that pair of bullies... but regardless, Jeff uses shot after shot to drive Jack into a corner of the fan barricade... he moves back a few paces... before rushing in, leaping into the air, and clotheslining Jack over the top and into the fans! The ref has reached the five count, and this one could be declared a double count-out!

Erin Robbins: That's what we get for throwing out the No DQ stip for ONE night... I blame Seth.

Zach Davis: ... why?

Erin Robbins: ... And Jeff is slowly returning to the ring!

Zach Davis: Nice save...

Erin Robbins: Jeff is trying desperately to make it back to the ring, and though he's hurt, Jack is still managing to stay hot on his trail. Jeff slides in under the bottom rope, just as Jack clamors to grab him by the leg. Jeff makes it in, and the ref is at the eight count. Jack climbs onto the apron, and begins to climb through the ropes... but JUST as Jack gets his head through the ropes, Jeff catches him with the enziguri! Jack crumples through the ropes, colliding with the canvas!

Zach Davis: Ever since dropping Jack with that jawbreaker, Jeff has maintained control of this bout. And he doesn't look to be slowing down any time soon.

Erin Robbins: Just give it time, Jack has STILL got this match well at hand. It's all part of the new game plan, he's causing Jeff to slowly become overly confident... and any minute now Jack is gonna snap Jeff right back into reality!

Zach Davis: That remains to be seen, Erin... Jack lays on the mat, trying to recoup, while Jeff heads up top. Once he's climbed to the top turnbuckle, Jeff motions toward Jack, waiting for Mr. UnHappy to regain his footing. Jack slowly makes it to his feet, with his back turned to the corner where Jeff looms above. Jack turns around... and Jeff launches himself toward the sad clown...

Erin Robbins: HELL YES! Jack snatched Jeff right out of mid-air, and he's got him trapped in the bearhug! That's what I was talking about all along, Jack was merely picking his spot!

Zach Davis: That may be the case, or perhaps Jack has finally caught a second wind, but either way, Jack is now back in control! And he's slowly wrenching the life out of the much more agile Purse!

Eriin Robbins: He can be 'agile' all he wants, as long as he's locked in that bearhug, it's gonna take a lot more than moonsaults and enziguris to break free!

Zach Davis: But Jeff is giving it all he can. He tries to drive a fist into Jack's masked face, but Jack is hardly affected. Jeff continues to send fist after fist into Jack's mush, but Jack simply squeezes tighter, till Jeff slowly begins to succumb.

Erin Robbins: Squeeze the life out of him, Jack! Show those fans what their hero's made of... FLESH AND BONE, just like any other! He's no SuperMan, he's a human being, and he's getting the air gripped right out of him!

Zach Davis: Jack clamps down harder and harder, till Jeff is seemingly out of it... the ref grabs his hand, and lifts it up... and it drops. The audience is cheering Jeff on, trying to pull him back into this thing, but the ref drops the hand for a second time!

Erin Robbins: This is it! After Jeff made it seem as if Jack was unworthy of standing across the ring from him, Jack is in the middle of that ring, and driving the very life from Jeff's body. For someone that's 'unworthy', Jack is about to become the man that puts down the so-called 'Future' at the biggest event of the year!

Zach Davis: The ref grabs ahold of Jeffs hand one last time, and raises it up high... before releasing...

Erin Robbins: NO!, No, no, no, no, NO! DAMMIT!

Zach Davis: Jeff raises the fist high and proud! He's STILL got life left in him, and his tank hasn't run out of fuel just yet!

Erin Robbins: This is a travesty of justice! Jeff should be laying in a heap on the mat right now, and Jack should be standing tall! You can bet your ass Jack is only gonna make things worse for Jeff after that!

Zach Davis: Jack still has his arms around Jeff's waist, but 'The Future' is now sending elbow after elbow into the side of Jack's skull! Jeff hooks Jack's head underneath his elbow, and DROPS him with a vicious spike ddt!

Erin Robbins: Dammit to hell! Jeff was dead, Zach, he was DEAD! And now the 'hero' is making his BIG comeback. Well, he better relish it, because before long? It's gonna come to and end, and Jeff is going to get EXACTLY what he deserves!

Zach Davis: Now both men are laying flat on their backs in the center of the ring... Jeff is the first to show signs of conciousness, as he turns over on his side, and reaches out for the middle rope. He grabs on, and brings himself back to a verticle base... he turns around-- SAMOAN DROP!

Erin Robbins: There we go! Jeff crashes with the canvas, and Jack has risen once more! He's visibly shaken and running on adrenaline, but he's STILL running, and this one is back in his hands!

Zach Davis: Just as Jeff brought things back around in his control, the RingMaster of Mayhem has turned the tables once again. Jack pounces on the fallen Purse, and begins DRIVING his knuckles into Jeff's face. UnHappy is like a madman possessed!

Erin Robbins: As he should have been a LONG, long time ago. There have been a LOT of men that have gone to the darkside in this sport, and the ones that succeed are always the ones that simply toss out the rule book, turn their backs on these ungrateful fans, and become the MONSTERS they were born to be. This is the Jack that should have stepped into WCF from day one!

Zach Davis: Well, now we ARE at ONE, and we're witnessing a Jack that's been unleashed. He's going wild on Jeff, and is still raining down punch after punch to the cranium. Jeff fights to shove Jack off, but he's taking a beating. Jack sends one more fist, and connects with Jeff's nose... he's been busted open!

Erin Robbins: HA! Mr. OCD has gotten all dirty! And he's bleeding like a stuffed pig! Try cleaning that one up, Jeffrey!

Zach Davis: Jeff seems in bad shape... Kari looks on from the outside, and she doesn't like what she sees.

Erin Robbins: GOOD! Serves her right for hooking up with such a NERD!

Zach Davis: Erin, you've been hanging around Kevin and George! far too much... but meanwhile, Jeff is desperately trying to wipe the blood from his nose, focused on cleaning himself... Jack descends upon Jeff... and he's locking in the UnHappy Ending! He's got the modifed camel clutch cinched in!

Erin Robbins: Tap Jeff! Tap like the bitch you are!

Zach Davis: Jeff tries to make it to the ropes, fighting as much as he can... but the more he fights, the more wind he loses... he's out of it! His eyes have shut, and the ref's lifting his hand once again... once... twice...

Erin Robbins: ... YES!! Yes, yes, yes, YES!!! I TOLD YOU! I TOLd you, Zach! Zach... admit it. I told you.

Zach Davis: ... yes, you did Erin. You said Jack was going to take this one, and after Jeff's hand fell for the third time, Jack has been declared the winner...

Erin Robbins: IN YOUR FACE JEFF! You thought he was 'unworthy'?! Ha, and DOUBLE HA! Jack just KILLED Jeff Purse!

Zach Davis: Well, I wouldn't say he 'killed' him... but Jeff is certainly unconcious...

Jack chuckles demonically to himself, before rolling out of the ring. He walks toward the announce table, and motions toward Erin... who hands him a burrito, all too proudly. Jack then YANKS the microphone from Hank, and rolls back into the ring. Microphone in one hand, burrito in the other, Jack lowers to one knee, and speaks in a hushed, sinister voice, glaring at the fallen Jeff Purse...

Mr. Jack UnHappy: Jeffrey... I know you can hear me, Jeffrey. Next time you wanna play 'hero'? Make sure the villain isn't a three-hundred pound clown with a chip on his shoulder. I told you, Jeff... I may be the clown? But YOU'RE the joke. And this? ONE? This was the punchline. Have fun cleaning, Jeffrey... and start with that nose of yours.

Jack drops the microphone, and stands up. He lifts the burrito up to his mouth, takes a HUGE bite, and begins to munch down... before staring down at Jeff... and TOSSING the rest of the burrito down upon the broken body of 'The Future'. Jack smiles, a creepy, demented smirk, before slowly shaking his head... and rolling out of the ring.

Erin Robbins: I fucking LOVE this new Jack! As long as he stays like this? He'll have at least one fan. I need to re-stock on burritos... I'd LOVE to see more of that!

Zach Davis: Erin, that was a disgusting display of poor sportsmanship, and coming from someone once so beloved as Jack... it's very dissapointing.

Erin Robbins: Oh shut your trap, Davis! Jack has been reborn! And this only the beginning!

Jeff slowly regains conciousness, as Kari steps through the ropes, and into the ring. She crouches down to console her boyfriend, holding Jeff close to her, trying to comfort him... but it's clear that Jeff isn't going to be able to get over this defeat so easily...

Hardcore Title Match
FPV vs Logan

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Hardcore Championship!

The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, the special guest referee of this match, Wrestling Championship Federation's own Silver Lining, the self-proclaimed King of the BOUDLES, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, pausing for a moment, and then looks down at his attire, a referee shirt and jeans, with sneakers. He drops his arm and straightens his shirt, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm again. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring and takes Kyle Steel's microphone before motioning for him to go away, which he does by taking his seat at ringside.

Roy Speede: So, since I was somehow or another dragged into this match as the special guest referee, I'm not going to be the type to let you, the FANS, down. Sorry, Kyle, but I'm taking over for the duration of this match, and I'm sure you know what that means!

Erin Robbins: Wait, what's going on? What does-

< Click! >

Zach Davis: What in the world is-

< Click! >

Roy Speede: It means that for this match, I've asked the sound crew to shut off Zach and Erin's microphones. I'm sure you get as tired of their commentary as I do, and I figure its time for a little justice to be done on commentary around here... Bring out Shannan Lerch!

Silence.

Roy Speede: No, no, I'm kidding. I'm taking the commentary job solo, along with refereeing the match. Your regular commentary will resume at the conclusion of the match. Anyway, I suppose we should get this show on the road, huh? Come on out already, BOUDLE!

The crowd pops, and as they settle down again, The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "A More Perfect Union" by Titus Andronicus hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to the crowd with a couple of confident poses before stopping and motioning toward his shirt, which draws a huge pop from the crowd.

Roy Speede: Introducing first, the challenger in your Hardcore Title Match this evening, from Atlanta Georgia, he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds and standing a bit shorter than me, ladies and gentlemen, on his way to the ring, he is Frank Patrick Venable, FPV!!

FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he strikes another pose and sets off a set of pyrotechnics on the stage. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

Roy Speede: And introducing his opponent, ladies and gentlemen, he weighs in at two hundred fifty pounds and hails all the way from Chesapeake, Virginia, ladies and gentlemen he is Mr. WCF himself...

A drum roll begins. "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Wearing a black leather vest, and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward, raising the Hardcore belt up in the process, and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring along with the title and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.

Roy Speede: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you none other than Mr. WCF, a five time World Champion, three time WAR winner, and the current WCF Hardcore Champion, he is The Face of Treachery, LOOOOOGAAAAAN!!

The crowd boos loudly at the rambling, repetitive introduction, and Logan quickly grabs the microphone from Roy.

Logan: SHUT UP!

Roy takes the microphone back from his father and then holds his hands out for the title belt. Logan hands over the Hardcore Championship, and Speede holds it high in the air.

Roy Speede: Ladies and gentlemen, BOUDLES and BOUDLE-ETTES, this is your Hardcore Championship match! Now somebody ring the fuckin' bell!

< DING-DING-DING! >

Roy passes the belt to a ring hand as FPV and Logan circle one another, and FPV quickly dashes in for the first move, going for a clothesline, but Logan ducks it, and as FPV tries to regain his balance, but Logan counters with a shot to the face, an elbow to the chest, and an Irish whip. Franky springs up onto the second rope, and follows it with a springboard drop kick that connects, knocking Logan to the mat.

Roy Speede: And as this match starts off, let me remind you that Logan, my father, is the greatest Hardcore Champion since... Well, ME!

Franky goes to the top rope, and Logan pops back to his feet just in time to face a diving missile drop kick from FPV. Frank quickly covers and Roy drops down to make the count, talking the entire time.

Roy Speede: We have a pin here, folks! One, two- nope, only a one before The Face of Treachery powers out, and I gotta ask, Franky, did you even think for a second you'd get the pin there?

He holds the microphone up to FPV as he gets back to his feet.

FPV: Get that thing outta my face!

FPV slaps Speede's hand, and Roy drops the microphone, causing a loud thump throughout the arena as Logan gets to his feet, and as Roy bends down to pick up the microphone, Logan uses the opportunity to go for an eye poke, momentarily blinding FPV. Logan clotheslines FPV hard, and then steps out between the ropes and down to the floor of the arena.

Roy Speede: and that, folks, is why you don't fuck with the referee. Big clothesline there from dad, and Venable is down. What's Logan going to do outside the ring, though?

Logan pulls up the ring apron and looks down under the ring, hoping to find some sort of weapon, and when he comes back into view, he has a kendo stick.

Roy Speede: Oh! A kendo stick, one of the more painful weapons in the game! But of course, not as embarrassing as a shot to the face from the jumbo hotdog of treachery! And I'm sure Sarah Twilight's sister could attest to that if she's even still alive right now.

Logan slides back into the ring under the bottom rope with the kendo stick in hand, and as het eats to his feet, FPV tries to grab the weapon from him. Speede holds the microphone to his lips with a smirk.

Roy Speede: Both of you chill out! If we're going to have a weapon fight, we're gonna do this the right way. Gimme that!

He reaches out and grabs hold of the kendo stick, and both competitors look at him, baffled.

Roy Speede: Now, I want a good, clean tug of war from both of you. Understand?

He lets to of the kendo stick and FPV rips it from Logan's hand before he can focus. The Boudle Slayer swings hard and connects with the side of Logan's jaw, sending him spiraling a complete 360 before stumbling back into the corner. FPV swings again and this time connects with Logan's neck, and an overhead swing from FPV connects right between the eyes, dazing the Champ. FPV drops the weapon and then steps back, and he uses the rope to step up and deliver a kick to the head, which sends the champ stumbling and falling to the most.

Roy Speede: Frank Patrick Venable is in firm control here right now, folks! What does that mean for the champ? Well, we're about to find out!

FPV rolls Logan onto his back and rolls him up into an inside cradle, Roy dropping down as Frank puts his foot on the turnbuckle for leverage.

Roy Speede: Pin attempt here by FPV, we've got one, two... Hold everything, this isn't gonna fly! Franky' got his foot on the turnbuckle, and even in a match with no real rules otherwise we still have rope breaks! The pin attempt is no good, Franky, let him up!

Frank lets go of the pin attempt and stands up, shouting at Speede and cursing at him in frustration.

Roy Speede: Don't you look at me like that, Frank! It's your own damn fault, BOUDLE!

Franky rolls his eyes and is suddenly rolled up into a pin by Logan from behind.

Roy Speede: Logan with the pin, one, two, nope! Venable powers out of it!

Logan gets back to his feet and grabs FPV, quickly pulling The Boudle Slayer to his feet before spinning him and powering him down with a neck breaker. He gets back up and grabs Frank by the leg, setting him up for the Loganshooter.

Roy Speede: Logan gets Franky locked up in the Loganshooter, and I can tell you folks first hand that this is one of the most painful submission holds in the champ's arsenal. I even had to tap out to this very move in the 2011 WAR match and it looks like Franky might be doing the same! What do you say, Frank? Can you continue? Do you want to quit?

The mic is held up to Frank's lips, and Frank grunts, struggling to get out of the hold as he responds.

FPV: Fuck you!

Speede pulls the microphone back, sighing as Frank grabs the bottom rope, begging for sanctuary, and Roy stands, hesitant to call the rope break.

Roy Speede: Logan has this move really locked on tight and, oh, it looks like FPV finally got the bottom rope! Come on Logan, break the hold. One... Two... Three... Four... Four and a half... Fiiiiiiii-good!

Logan breaks the hold in the midst of Roy's drawn out number five, nodding at his son, who's starting to show some bias after Franky's response. Logan slides out of the ring and grabs FPV by the arm, dragging him halfway out of the ring so his body hangs over the edge of the ring, and then pulls back and hits him with a hard elbow to the back of the head!

Roy Speede: What a shot! FPV is still reeling, great shot dad- I mean, great strategy by Logan!

Logan again goes under the ring, and this time comes up with a wooden 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire. He raises it in the air as the crowd roars with approval. He grips it with both hands and then swings, smashing FPV in the back of the head. Clumps of Frank's hair and flesh are stuck in the barbs in the wire, and the back of Frank's head is starting to bleed as his body falls from the apron and down to the mat. Logan takes the 2x4 and swings, smashing FPV and leaving more bleeding gashes. Frank howls out in pain as Logan laughs and stomps on Frank's back once, twice, and then a third time before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring.

Roy Speede: Logan is really getting this match going, and FPV's backside is bleeding. Folks, if you have weak constitutions, I'd look away right now, but that's probably not the best idea because this match is getting- in my god! Logan has a steel chair!

Indeed, Logan grabbed a steel chair from ringside and has slid back into the ring with FPV still down, and as he sets it up between the top and middle turnbuckles in the ring post, FPV forces himself up to his feet and grabs the kendo stick.

Roy Speede: Frank is up! Frank is up, and Logan has no idea! Oh my god, dad, look out!

As Logan turns around, Frank takes the kendo stick and smashes it right across Logan's forehead, sending hi. Reeling long enough for Frank to grab him, spin him, and plant him with a tornado DDT using the second rope for leverage! Frank is back to his feet, and he grabs the downed Logan by the legs!

Roy Speede: Oh my god, oh my god, FPV is on fire! He's got. Logan set up, and- OH MY GOD!

FPV hits Logan with the Pearly Gates, sending The Face of Treachery head-first into the steel chair. Logan bounces off of it violently, and falls to the mat flat on his back in a heap. Venable pins.

Roy Speede: Frank pins Logan, and this is one, two, and- no, kick out by Logan and the match continues folks!

Frank gets up to his feet and grabs the kendo stick, standing in wait for Logan. He starts to hit it against the chair repeatedly in a rage as Logan starts to stir. He barely gets to his knees before Frank swings the kendo stick hard, baseball bat style, and Logan ducks!!

< CRRRACK! >

But Roy Speede didn't, and it connects, sending Speede falling backwards, flat on the mat as the microphone rolls from his hand. Logan hits Frank in the gut and starts to get up before Frank jabs him in the gut with the kendo stick and follows it up with a shot to the ribs that doubles Logan over. Frank kicks Logan in the side of the head, knocking him to his back, and Frank grabs the microphone that Speede had been using.

FPV: Time to slay some fucking BOUDLES!!

He drops the microphone and grabs one of Logan's legs in one hand, pinning the other down with his own foot, and he swings hard with the kendo stick! The shot connects right in the jumbo hotdog of treachery, and Logan howls out in pain, but Frank only draws back and swings again, and again Logan screams in pain as he's smacked in the groin with the kendo stick. Frank tosses it aside and then flips Logan over, locking in the Fuck Your Everything. Logan begins to flail about, trying to remain conscious as Roy Soeede slowly stirs and gets his bearings, looking for the microphone before realizing what's happening. He quickly grabs the mic and leans down.

Roy Speede: oh my god, Logan is in the FYE! Come on dad, fight it! Fight it! You're not giving up, are you? Come on, don't be a fucking trashcan!!

Logan howls out, and Speede reaches down, grabbing his arm. He raises it in the air, and it falls limp, showing that Logan is getting weaker. He grabs his arm a second time, and again it falls to the mat. Speede grabs his arm a third time... And drapes it over the bottom rope.

Roy Speede: Rope break! Rope break, Frank, let up! One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-

Frank breaks the hold after an incredibly quick five count almost caught him, and yells at Speede. Speede shakes his head and holds up the four fingers from his almost-five count, which cause Franky to flip him off in disgust and roll out of the ring, dropping down to pull something out from under the ring.

Roy Speede: And it looks like Frank Patrick Vagina is on a PMS rage here, folks! But what does- Shit! frank's got himself a table from under the ring, and he's not wasting any time sliding it into the ring! This is getting crazy!

Frank grabs the table inside the ring and goes to start setting it up as Logan pulls himself up using the ropes, and as Frank goes to flip the table right side up Logan grabs the other end of it and keeps that from happening.

Logan: BOUDLE!

Logan shoves the table into FPV, and Frank lets out a groan, the table just high enough to hit him in the groin, and Logan rips the table away from him, setting it up near one of the turnbuckles. He grabs FPV, and turns, whipping him toward the corner where the steel chair still waits.

Roy Speede: And Logan gaining firm control again here as- No! Frank Patrick Venable reverses the whip and sends Logan into the corner!

And Logan goes colliding back-first with the steel chair. Frank goes running up behind him, and hits him with a drop kick that sends him bouncing into the chair a second time, knocking the chair loose and toppling Logan over as Frank gets to his feet. He climbs to the second rope and waits, stalking Logan as the crowd around him chants.

Crowd: This is awesome! < Clap! >< Clap! >< Clap-Clap-Clap! >

FPV flips off the crowd, and as he turns back around, catching Logan getting to his feet, he flips Logan off too. The Face of Treachery approaches and swings a right at FPV, but Venable blocks it and catches Logan with a hard shot to the face before grabbing him, and he hooks him for a tornado DDT, butterfly style from the second rope.

Roy Speede: Right onto the steel chair, that tornado DDT had to hurt, and it seems like Frank Patrick Venable might have Logan's number here tonight, and- oh my! the champ's forehead is busted open from the move!

The Boudle Slayer rolls Logan over and hooks one leg for a pin. Speede drops down.

Roy Speede: Frank with the pin, one... Two... Thr- nope! Logan powers out before the three-count!!

Frank gets up as Roy moves back to his feet and starts screaming at Speede loud enough that the whole arena can hear it through the mic.

FPV: Come on, BOUDLE boy! That was a three-count, or I'm not FPV! Fuck you!

Roy Speede: Well then I guess you're Frank Patrick Vagina, cause that was two! Now why don't you do us all a favor and SHUT UP!

FPV turns around shaking his head, furious, and grabs the kendo stick, turning around and swinging it at Speede. Speede ducks just in time, and then holds the microphone to his lips again.

Roy Speede: One more swing like that and I'll disqualify you, BOUDLE!

Frank smashes the kendo stick on the ground and then turns to Logan, who has just gotten to his feet. He takes a wild swing at Logan underhand, aiming for his nuts.

Roy Speede: Oh my god, FPV with a shot to the balls of the Face of Treachery courtesy of that kendo stick, and Logan drops down to the mat in pain!!

FPV grabs the champ and whips him across the ring. On the rebound, FPV swings for the Headshot.

FPV: BOOM, motherfucker!!!

Roy Speede: Headshot! Frank hits the headshot to a running Logan, and The Face of Treachery snaps back onto the table from the force of it!

FPV climbs up onto the table and pulls Logan, halfway onto the table, the rest of the way up, setting up for the Spinning. Boudledriver.

Roy Speede: FPV sets up the Spinning. Boudledriver and-NO, Logan reverses it! Sleeper hold locked in! Oh my god! Connector! Connector through the table! Logan pins! One, two, three!! Logan retains the championship! Get that belt up here!

< DING-DING-DING! >

Speede reaches over to the ring hand for the belt, and raises his father's arm in victory as he hands over the belt. From behind, Frank gets to his feet and grabs the steel chair, approaching from behind.

< CRRRACK! >

FPV delivers a shot to the back of Logan's head with the chair, and the champ falls to the mat limp as Speede turns around.

Roy Speede: What the fu-

< CRRRACK! >

FPV gives Speede a shot to the face with the chair for his trouble, and then drives the chair into Speede's gut, making him sit up, cringing, only to connect with another shot to the face. Speede goes limp on the mat and FPV rolls out of the ring, going over to the guardrail, stealing a fan's water cup and splashing it in his face to cool down. He drops the cup and slides back into the ring where he grabs the microphone and the Hardcore Championship.

FPV: Fuck you guys! I don't want this goddamn title anyway! Damn BOUDLES!

He drops the title across Logan's body and the microphone across Speede's, and then turns around and starts to walk up the ramp as the fans boo him massively, some even throwing trash on the ramp in disgust.

United States Title Match
First Blood
Dr. Remus Micayle vs Ryan Rhodes

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the pay-per-view of the year. Zach Davis and Erin Robbins with you as we continue on with our marquee event ONE!

Erin Robbins: And what a night it has indeed been for us all here in Los Angeles! We are more than halfway through the blockbuster card, and we are still eager for so much more!

Zach Davis: Legends have been made tonight, that is certainly for sure. And judging by our next match, we may be witnessing the birth of a whole new one right now! Debutant Dr. Remus Micayle is about to square off with reigning United States champion Ryan 'Venom' Rhodes in what promises to be a fierce bout.

Erin Robbins: Fierce doesn't even begin to describe the potential of this battle Zach! In his very first match, Micayle will be in for a fight with Rhodes. And to make things even more interesting, the duo have agreed on a First Blood match! You got to think, could this stipulation backfire on either of the two men?

Zach Davis: I have no idea Erin. We all know Ryan Rhodes is a silent killer. He is very capable of defeating the best of the roster on any given day, and I'm sure he is aware of his reputation as well. But tonight, his opponent is going to be a wild card. Remus Micayle has not been seen in the ring before. Could this undiscovered talent be the one that manages to wound Rhodes and win the United States title in his very first match?

Erin Robbins: Wouldn't it be shocking if that would happen! Let's find out if that's the case. Over to you, Kyle Steel!

Dressed smartly, the senior ring announcer has already made his way back to the centre of the ring. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the next match, and is eagerly awaiting the presenter's sonorous voice.

Kyle Steel: The following bout is a First Blood match, and it is for the United States Championship!

Crowd. Marks. Out.

Kyle Steel: In this match... there will be no pin-falls, submissions, disqualifications, or count-outs. The only way to win the match is to make the opponent BLEED!

Even more cheers manifests from the Los Angeles audience, most if not all of them eager to see some colour.

Zach Davis: Oh man... I can't wait to see this one!

Erin Robbins: As am I Zach. As am I.

Stanley Moser: Introducing first, the challenger... from Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as almost immediately, the Californian crowd erupts into jeers. The heavy booing continues to such a volume that the sound producers backstage are forced to raise the volume of the music in order to not be drowned out. Amidst all the chaos, a sole spotlight appears on the ramp as a geared-up Micayle struts out from the back, illuminating his body from the slight darkness. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and the attempts to agitate him.

Zach Davis: A very confident looking fighter we have coming out now, I've got to admit. But will it be enough to stop the rampage of Ryan Rhodes?

The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin then walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, only focused on the match ahead. He turns towards the entranceway, eager awaiting the champion.

Zach Davis: Standing at six feet five inches, this man isn't like any professor I've seen in my life before, that's for sure.

Erin Robbins: What, you expect him to be a bespectacled nerd? Come on there Zach.

But any further conversation gets cut short as the house lights dim. Korn's 4 U resonates as the arena fades to black while a green V pulses on the WCFTron. The Californian crowd, while previously hissing away at Micayle, starts to change their tune. Loud cheers and screams are heard as the song plays away.

Zach Davis: Here he comes! The man of the hour!

Erin Robbins: Ryan Rhodes's entrance always gets the fans hyped, and this night is no different!

As the last words play, magnificent green pyrotechnics erupt from the stage, eliciting yelps and camera flashes from the capacity crowd. As the smoke clears, Venom is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp, much to the delight of the fans. Linkin Park's Faint starts to play as the lights come back on with a fury. Without another action, Rhodes sprints towards the ring to a huge ovation, sliding under the bottom rope to roll in. He immediately pops up and stands triumphantly on a corner turnbuckle with a fist in the air, enticing the crowd into a frenzy.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds... he is the reigning United States Champion... RYAN 'VENOM' RHODES!!!

The two men, fresh off a long break, exchange a long stare while awaiting the match to begin. Sensing the tension building up all around the Staples Centre, senior referee Stanley Moser decides to play to the crowd and signals for the bell to be rung.

DING-DING-DING!

The crowd roars with anticipation as the shrill sound goes off. They have been waiting for this match for a long time - the majority wanted to see the cocky Micayle get his face kicked in, while a very small percentage secretly hoped for an upset. Evidently, the two competitors felt the same way, as they circle each other, looking for the first chance to strike. They move in closer to one another before clinching up.

Zach Davis: Calm approach by both men. In a match with this much to lose, neither Rhodes not Micayle wants to be the first one to make a mistake.

Erin Robbins: The champion has a technical advantage over Micayle, but let's not be too biased over here. We both know that Micayle can fight. And judging by that body, I think that he has Rhodes beat in the strength aspect.

And indeed, that is the case. After a bit of tussling, the Scientist manages to get the advantage and shoves Rhodes to the mat with a hard push. Rhodes immediately springs back up, but is met with a knee lift to the gut, before trying to follow up with more boxing punches. Slightly winded, the champion puts his hands up to defend his face, while shuffling backwards in an attempt to avoid the jabs.

Zach Davis: Micayle off to a fast start here. I think we can both say we are surprised as to what he can do, can't we?

Erin Robbins: Agreed. But is this beginner's luck? Or the real thing?

Despite Rhodes's valiant attempt at defence, a few hard shots do land, stunning him slightly. Smirking slightly, the Scientist gathers himself, before launching himself with a hard right hook! But the champion manages to get out of the punch with a swift sidestep. Carried forward by the force behind the blow, Micayle is unable to stop Rhodes from performing a counter-attack. Taking advantage of the opening, Venom executes a picture-perfect dropkick to the back of Micayle, sending the challenger tumbling towards the turnbuckle!

Zach Davis: Very nice!

The crowd cheers appreciatively as the force of the dropkick knocks Micayle into the turnbuckle, his head impacting the corner with a huge thud. A dazed Micayle stumbles backwards, but Rhodes is there to meet him with a nasty body-to-back suplex. The force behind the grapple sends Micayle smashing straight into the canvas, but Rhodes isn't letting up! Instead of letting go, he immediately transits into a mount position, delivering punches right and left to the head of the rookie!

Zach Davis: Vintage Venom! And Micayle might be in trouble right now! If one of those punches cuts into the skin, this night is over for him!

Rhodes continues to attack Micayle, who is having trouble trying to get his opponent off him. The crowd is going absolutely wild as the two men tussle about violently. Several shots rattle the Scientist, before out of desperation, the newcomer thumbs the champion in the eye, eliciting a cry of pain from him and momentarily stopping the assault. Rhodes slides off Micayle, blinking away furiously. Realising what had happened, the crowd starts booing loudly.

Erin Robbins: Nice way to stop the beating from Micayle. This is a no-disqualification match, after all.

Zach Davis: That may be true, but I'm sure that action didn't earn Micayle any fans here tonight.

Erin Robbins: I would say he treasures the title a little more than the fans. But that's just my opinion Zach.

Gathering himself, Micayle props himself into a seated position. He glances and spots Rhodes, who is still recovering from the dirty shot. Seeing an opening, Micayle dashes towards him and delivers a brutal knee lift to the exposed skull of Rhodes. Startled by the ferocity of the blow, Rhodes crashes to the mat, clutching his head in agony. Referee Stanley Moser immediately rushes over, checking if there's any blood present. The crowd waits with baited breath, but to their relief, no colour has been spilt yet.

Zach Davis: Brief scare there. No blood from either man yet, but this match has been a tight one thus far. Neither man is budging much.

Gritting his teeth, Micayle exits the ring and reaches down under the mat. The fans start booing when The Second Coming Of Darwin re-emerges with a steel chair and a sick grin on his face. Meanwhile, Rhodes is still recovering from the attack earlier. Shaking his head in mock pity, Micayle rolls into the ring and stands over the body of the champion. The crowd, enraged, jeers.

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Erin Robbins: The first weapon is out! I can't bear to watch what's going to happen to Venom!

Zach Davis: This isn't looking too pretty for the champion. He might want to avoid those chair shots if he can!

But Zach's advice is to no avail. With the ferocity of a rabid animal, Rhodes strikes with the steel chair to the body of Rhodes. The sound of steel impacting against flesh echoes disturbingly around the Staples Centre, as more cries of pain are forced from the U.S. champion. Micayle continues hammering away, hitting harder and harder each time. After twenty shots, he flings the dented weapon out of the ring, observing his handiwork with a pokerface.

The champion's back looks extremely red; no doubt inflamed from the damaging blows delivered. Micayle bends down to lift Rhodes up, before slamming him once more to the canvas with a simple scoop slam.

Zach Davis: What on earth is he doing right now? He should be aiming for the face, blood comes out easier from there!

Erin Robbins: Now, now, don't question the man. I'm sure that's all a part of his genius plan. He got a doctorate, after all.

Micayle pulls Rhodes back up to his feet once more, but this time, the champion manages to break free and strike the Scientist with a spinning heel kick out of nowhere, smashing his nose in! Micayle clutches at his face as he rolls out of the ring and on to the ground. Reinvigorated by the battle, Rhodes follows suit. He rummages under the ring, and emerges with a 2 X 4 wooden plank. The crowd cheers.

Zach Davis: Oh my! Shades of a certain patriot hillbilly here, I'm sure!

Shaking the plank high up in to the air, Rhodes positions himself just mere footsteps away from the fallen challenger. He swings it about a couple of times to test it out and readies himself as Micayle is making his unsteady way up to his feet. When the Scientist turns about, Rhodes strikes, and slams the breadth of the wood DIRECTLY into the stomach of the wincing academic. Doubling over while coughing up wheezingly, Micayle is vulnerable to what was about to happen next.

Analysing the concrete floor, the ever-innovative Rhodes uses the slight give of the material as a weapon of it's own. He THROWS the plank straight into the ground, where it BOUNCES up into the face of Micayle! This time, the hit seems to have broken the composure of the once-stoic challenger. He falls to the floor, covering his face - almost as if he's afraid of something. Rhodes notices this, and quickly calls the referee over. The crowd simmers down slight, each member of the audience as eager as the next to see if the pompous Stanford graduate loses. Moser walks over and removes Micayle's wild hands to uncover his face.

Stanley Moser: No blood!

Frowning in frustration, the champion hoists Micayle forcibly to his feet and pushes him into the ring. He bends over to grab the 2 x 4 before doing the same. When the challenger starts to make an attempt to arise, Rhodes did not hesitate to halt the progress. Returning the favour from earlier, Rhodes makes horrific smash after smash on the back of Micayle. The crowd chants along with each hit, while on the other end, Micayle opens his mouth to scream every time the wood brushes across his no-doubt injured back.

Zach Davis: This has just turned into a massacre! When Ryan Rhodes said that he was about to go crazy, he really meant it! It seems that his experience has given him the edge in the match thus far! Can the Doctor return from this assault?

Desperate to escape the situation, Micayle tries to roll out of the way. His path is constantly blocked by the champion, and he suffers a few more shots by the unforgiving wood in the process. But eventually, Micayle manages to grab hold of Rhodes's left foot, and through sheer force of will, FLIPS the United States champion off his feet! While he is falling, Rhodes lets go of the weapon, where it lands in the hand of Micayle! Using whatever strength he has, the Second Coming Of Darwin clouts Rhodes on the head with his own weapon! Both of them fall to the mat simultaneously, trying their best to recuperate as soon as possible. At this point of time, the crowd is going absolutely apeshit.

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!

Zach Davis: You heard it from the fans Erin! And I can hardly believe this match myself! Both men are doing all they can to bloody the other, but despite the efforts, nothing is happening! It's almost like they developed the hide of a bull overnight!

Erin Robbins: True that, but for how much longer can this go on? If you look closely at Ryan Rhodes, you can see that the skin on his back is almost tearing. Just look at how red it is!And that shot by the 2 X 4 was just brutal! I am honestly surprised that blow didn't tear open an artery! I say that the Scientist is going to win this.

Zach Davis: Now hold on a second! Micayle isn't doing so good either! Those shots by that very same 2 X 4 has to be detrimental at the very least! And if you look closely from MY point of view, his face is almost busted open! I can practically see scratches and abrasions from way over here!

The crowd's volume ramps up to a new high when both men make their way up to their feet; albeit slowly. Referee Stanley Moser takes the chance to check on both men, before confirming that the match can continue. Grimacing every time he takes a step, Micayle shuffles one step at a time towards the still-panting Rhodes and delivers a stiff right hand. Jolted back to attention, the champion returns a hard right of his own, and the two trade blows.

Zach Davis: Whoever wins, I'll say he'll be scarred for a while. It has barely been fifteen minutes, but both men are already tired beyond belief!

Rhodes gains the advantage, and with the crowd firmly behind him, finds the strength to execute a belly-to-belly suplex. Micayle lets out a groan of pain as once again, his injured back gets targeted by the technical specialist. Not wasting another minute, Rhodes grabs Micayle's legs and lets out a small laugh. He looks around the Staples Centre before crossing the Scientist's legs and turning him on his back.

Zach Davis: Sharpshooter! SHARPSHOOTER! Rhodes is making sure that his opponent knows never to underestimate him every again! There isn't a submission valid for this match, but he is determined to punish the doctor nonetheless!

Micayle is screaming in absolute torture. He tries to lift himself off the mat to relieve some of the pressure, but Rhodes's position has been locked tightly. With no choice, he pounds frantically on the mat in an attempt to tap out. But there is no escape to be found, and the crowd is lapping up every second of pain he is enduring.

Crowd: You can't wrestle! You can't wrestle! You can't wrestle!

Zach Davis: Ha ha ha! So much for his big words! I knew Ryan Rhodes would step up when needed to and show this young whelp a thing or two!

Erin Robbins: That's just simply disgusting Zach! This isn't a submission match, and there is no need for Rhodes to put the Sharpshooter on a young and ambitious wrestler! This is not becoming of a champion, not at all I tell you! I'm going to lodge a complaint against Rhodes after the match for causing unnecessary hurt on poor Doctor Micayle there!

Satisfied with the additional damage done to his opponent, Rhodes releases the sharpshooter. With Micayle lying sprawled on the canvas, he leaves the ring and once again searches under the ring. After rummaging about for about two minutes, he reenters the squared circle with a small knapsack and a huge grin on his face.

Zach Davis: He got that smile on his face again. Save it Erin, I think this is the moment we see the poor doctor bleed out. I'm calling a victory right now. Whatever's in the bag is the deathblow for Micayle's chance at the United States title.

And apparently, that's what the capacity crowd is thinking as well. They are yelling for blood, and Rhodes is more than happy to oblige. He pulls open the knapsack and flips it upside down, only to reveal...

Zach Davis: Thumbtacks! Mother of god, someone get an ambulance ready backstage!

Erin Robbins: Oh my gosh...

The Staples Centre roars it's collective approval at the latest combat revelation. Hundreds of steel thumbtacks litter the canvas, and it is obvious what purpose they are for. Micayle is still not moving after the damage he sustained earlier. On the other hand, Rhodes, injured as he is, still has the strength to move about. The champion hobbles towards Micayle and picks him up. He struggles a bit due to the dead weight, but eventually Rhodes gets him in a suplex powerslam position near the exposed thumbtacks.

Zach Davis: Rhodes has the Scientist where he wants him. I sense Vengeance coming. Ohh... this isn't really going to be pretty to watch. Will he hit it!?

The crowd is besides itself; their beloved champion so close to a hard-fought victory. Rhodes knows it too, and despite his own injuries, he presses on. He lifts Micayle up...

His feet are above the ground...

Now his head...

And he flips him...

Zach Davis: Blood is about to be spilt!

Erin Robbins: I can't watch!

But no! Miraculously, Micayle reverses it! He slips out of Vengeance at the very last moment and drops behind Rhodes! A tad slow to react, Rhodes fails to adjust his position in time. He turns, but only walks into a brutal running high impact lariat! The force behind the move must have been massive, because it ends up spinning the champion almost three hundred and sixty degrees around! The crowd gasps in horror, but Ryan Rhodes lands mere centimetres away from the thumbtacks, still uncut for now.

Zach Davis: WOAH! What a move by the challenger! I for one certainly didn't see that coming from the Scientist! Simply inspirational!

Erin Robbins: He calls that The Formula, Zach! And what a move indeed. He nearly impaled the champion on his own weapon of choice! So close for Micayle, and what a match indeed!

Both men have now been battered past their physical limit, and it is clear to all spectators right now that the end is very close. The fans edge them on, and the superstars respond. However, it is Doctor Micayle that makes his way to his feet first. His eyes gleam in anger, as he scouts around the ring for a weapon to use. They fall upon the discarded 2 X 4 used earlier in the match, now lying in a corner. He turns to pick it up, but as he does so, a recovered Rhodes charges into him once more! The duo smash into the turnbuckle, with Rhodes wailing away furiously.

Zach Davis: Both men have given all they can give Erin. I can only imagine the severity of their injuries tomorrow.

The jeers start to ride over the cheers as the fans see that Micayle is taking the fight to Rhodes and managing to overpower him. He delivers a throat thrust to Rhodes that sends him hurtling back into the turnbuckle padding. Micayle then starts to carry Rhodes up to the turnbuckle, both men making their way up into the air.

Zach Davis: What's going to happen now? One slip and they could end up flying down into the thumbtacks!

Erin Robbins: I... I think that's Micayle's plan! Just look at him! He's prepping Rhodes up for a superplex position right on the thumbtacks!

And indeed he was! Slowly, but surely, both men are in the aforementioned superplex position. But Rhodes is not going down without a fight. He is hammering away furiously at Micayle's torso, hoping to unsettle the Arizona native and reverse the technique. But the challenger is holding on tight. They leap off as the flashes of thousands of cameras go off at the same time. It is clear; either one or both of them will impact the unforgiving pins below.

But what they didn't expect was for the ring itself to give way. Battered by the numerous battles that has taken place earlier in the night, that manoeuvre was the final nail in the coffin.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! Both men are down! I repeat, BOTH men are down! AND THE RING IS DOWN ALONG WITH THEM!

Erin Robbins: I can't see what's happening! Is anyone seriously hurt? Or more importantly, is anyone BLEEDING? The crowd is going absolutely wild right now! I can't remember the last time we had such a thing happening to the WCF ring!

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!

The dent in the middle of the ring is huge. Both competitors are struggling to rise from it, but progress is slow. Rhodes is the first to recover, and a huge cheer arises from the Los Angeles crowd as they discover that he is not bleeding just yet. Mere seconds later, Micayle manages to stand up as well. Using the temporary chaos to his advantage, he rolls out of the ring. He dabs a brownish-white powder from a container on his gloved right hand, before quickly throwing the incriminating evidence away.

Zach Davis: Hey! What's that the doctor is applying to his glove?!

Erin Robbins: No disqualification rules apply Zach. He's entitled to do whatever he wants!

Micayle rolls into the ring, but is immediately contacted with multiple stomps from the champion. Rhodes successfully manages to enter a dominant mount position and wallops away at his challenger, but Micayle puts up a strong defence. After he parries a punch from Rhodes, he takes advantage of an opening and delivers a right hand to the side of Rhodes. Almost instantly, Rhodes falls off and writhes on the mat, clutching his head and howling in pain.

Zach Davis: That's weird... a punch from that position shouldn't even have hurt this much... WAIT A MINUTE. HE HIT RHODES WITH THAT GLOVE HE DABBED SOMETHING ON!

Erin Robbins: Ha ha! He's a genius, he truly is! Making the best out of a situation.

Rhodes is still clutching his cranium in pain. Besides him and still gasping for breath, Micayle quickly signals for the referee to come over. Not wasting another second, Moser rushes over to check on the champion.

Zach Davis: What's happening...

He rolls Rhodes over, and as he does so, a collective gasp emerges from the fans. Crimson streaks are streaming down profusely from the side of Rhodes's head, and visible even from a distance are small glass shards in his wound.

Erin Robbins: What is that... OH MY GOD!

Zach Davis: OUCH! That cheating bastard! He must have applied glass powder on his gloves. That's why he was cut so easily!

Stanley Moser: Ryan Rhodes has bled! Ring the bell!

DING-DING-DING!

The capacity crowd is slow to react, but as they start to realise what has happened, the boos start to reach a deafening volume. Unhappy with the way Micayle has stolen the victory, trash starts flying into the ring in protest. But the result is settled, and there's nothing else they can do to it. Stanley Moser, now carrying the United States championship quickly walks over to raise the Scientist's hand in victory. Battered and bruised, the new champion allows the referee to strap the belt on to him. Meanwhile, paramedics are coming from the back to check on the bloody Rhodes.

Kyle Steel: The winner of this bout... and NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

Zach Davis: I'm... shocked, Erin. To think that the dominant reign of Ryan Rhodes has ended just like that... and by a cheap shot, no less! This is unfair, Erin. It truly is.

Erin Robbins: Micayle took advantage of the situation and struck with his ingenuity, that has to be said. Congratulations to the new United States champion indeed! The fans have better learn how to love him, cause from what I see, he might be champion for a loooooong time.

The camera fades out with a smirking Micayle raising his new title in victory, while an angered and bloody Rhodes looks on from the mat.

Tag Team Titles Match
Jayden Thunder/Dez Angel vs The Thickness

Jayden Thunder's music hits and he walks out wearing a leather hoodie and spikes. He heads to the ring, all business.

Fog and mist accompany Dez’s silent walk to the ring, no music, no flicker of eye movement away from his destination, and the fans might as well be invisible. Cold blue eyes just watch the ring, hypnotized by it until he reaches the edge and pulls himself up onto the apron, then steps over the top rope to get inside.

Zach Davis: These two men have the opportunity of a lifetime... the chance to make history. A Tag Team Titles match at One.

" Ready Or Not " by The Fugees hits the PA system. The crowd rumbles as the duo come out from the crowd and heads towards the ring. Wearing shirts with cut off sleeves that read " Thick-ni Army " they jump the crowd barrier and take a moment to look over the ring. They slide inside of it, the way only the thickness can and taunt the crowd. " thickness" chants ring out as their theme music fades.

Erin Robbins: I hope somebody knocks these two down a peg, and soon.

The bell sounds, with Odin Balfore starting for his team and Jayden Thunder for his. They sidestep each other before tieing up.

Zach Davis: The Thickness definitely has the advantage here. They're the Champions, and they're fresh. Thunder and Angel wrestled earlier tonight.

Erin Robbins: If they wanted this huge opportunity, they have to work to make the most of it, Zach!

Odin gets the upper hand. He clubs Jayden a few times before whipping him to the ropes. As Jayden comes back Odin goes for a Big Boot, but Thunder ducks it. Odin turns and Thunder hits multiple kicks to his shins, followed by an Enziguri!, taking the big man down. The fans cheer.

Zach Davis: They don't know this guy real well but I think a lot of fans would enjoy seeing an upset here, despite The Thickness being one of the most popular teams in WCF history.

Odin doesn't stay down for long, however, and quickly begins getting back up. Thunder is ready, and he runs to the ropes, Springboards, and hits a Clothesline! Odin staggers back and Thunder runs at him...

Erin Robbins: EMP! SPEAR!

No!, Odin sidesteps him! Thunder stops short before crashing into anything, but too late: Odin grabs him from behind and executes a huge Inverted Suplex!

Zach Davis: Oof! What a move!

Odin goes for a cover.

One.

Two.

No!, Thunder kicks out.

Erin Robbins: Another advantage. The Thickness has teamwork. If that was Odin getting pinned, you can guarantee Cairo would be breaking it up. Angel and Thunder don't have that.

Odin lifts Thunder up and puts him in a headlock, taking him over to the Thickness corner, and tagging in Cairo. The fans cheer as Cairo enters the ring with an Axe Handle Smash to Thunder's back. Odin releases the headlock as Cairo's fists connect. Thunder is sent reeling, and Cairo stays on the attack, spinning him back around and hitting him with a series of forearms. Cairo then hits a Snap Suplex before floating over and going for the pin.

One..

Two..

No!, Thunder kicks out again.

Zach Davis: This is a man that wants his gold, and we can see that in his eyes, Erin. He wants to make an impact.

Cairo grabs one of Thunder's legs and starts kicking at it repeatedly before locking in a Figure Four Leglock!

Erin Robbins: Figure Four applied! One of the greatest submissions in professional wrestling. That is to say, one of the most painful.

However, Dez Angel quickly enters the ring and stomps him off after all! Cairo wasn't expecting that.

Zach Davis: Maybe these two can be a team after all!

Angel gets back on the apron as Cairo lifts Thunder back up. Cairo is thrown off his game a bit, however, which allows Thunder to fire off a stiff knife edge chop.

Crowd: Whoooo!

Cairo goes to kick Thunder, but Thunder catches the leg and hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip! He then dives and tags in Dez Angel.

Erin Robbins: Here comes the fresh competitor!

Meanwhile, Cairo tags in Odin!

Zach Davis: Time for power versus power.

Odin and Angel meet in the middle of the ring and begin staring each other down.. before they start hitting each other with a flurry of fists! Eventually Angel is able to get the upper hand, and hits Odin with several strikes in succession. Angel is able to follow up with a Hangman's Neckbreaker!, before going for the pin!

One!

Two!

No!, Cairo breaks it up. Thunder quickly hits the ring and Clotheslines Cairo out if it!, sending both men flying out. Angel lifts Odin up and kicks him...

Erin Robbins: He's going to finish it! Stunning Nightmare!

But no!, Odin shoves Angel away. Before Angel can turn, Odin grabs his head in a vice...

Zach Davis: Oh no.

Odin jerks Angel around, still squeezing, and doesn't waste any time. He lifts Angel up and executes a Sitdown Bomb!

Erin Robbins: HUGINN AND MUNINN! HE HITS IT!

ONE!

TWO!

...NO! Thunder breaks it up at the last second!

Zach Davis: JAYDEN THUNDER OUT OF NOWHERE!

Thunder starts stomping away at Odin, realizing his chance at Tag Team gold is in danger. This brings Cairo into the ring. Cairo spins Thunder around and executes his patented Rolling Cutter.

Erin Robbins: SECURITY BREACH!

Thunder rolls out of the ring. Both members of the Thickness eye up Dez Angel. Odin pulls him in and lifts him up for the Powerbomb as Cairo gets ready...

Zach Davis: There's the Cutter!, DOWN WITH THE THICKNESS!

Odin falls on top of Angel, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

Erin Robbins: And there you have it, Zach. The Thickness retains, and remains dominant in the Tag Team division.

The bell sounds as Cairo and Odin rise to their feet. The two nod to each other and climb separate turnbuckles, finally scanning the crowd for any attractive females and playing to them in particular. Thunder collects himself outside the ring as Angel rolls out.

Zach Davis: Definitely a game changing night for Thunder and Angel. They fought hard here and if they take this momentum and run with it, they'll have gold in no time. We shall see!

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

The camera opens up backstage with WCF interviewer Hank Brown standing in front of a ONE backdrop. The ever-energetic crowd simmers down slightly as they await the impending message.

Hank Brown: Welcome to ONE, where we are having one hell of a night. Before we carry on with the matches ahead of us... joining me right now is the NEW United States Champion, Doctor Remus Micayle.

The crowd boos heavily at the mention of the Scientist. The camera pans slightly to the left as a limping Micayle walks into frame, clutching his new treasured title and wearing a grimace on his face.

Hank Brown: First of all, congratulations on your win tonight Remus. How are you feeling after the match?

The interviewer passes Micayle a spare microphone. He takes it and looks into the screen.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I'm doing just fine Hank. A little bruised, but nothing I can't handle. My opponent... I might not be able to say the same. His cranium looks a tad cut, don't you think? Heh.

More jeers emerge from the stands. He ignores them.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I told the WCF Galaxy weeks ago that I knew what I was doing. That Ryan Rhodes was a fluke. And look what happened tonight. I made my debut and almost immediately, I won the United States championship. And now... here I stand, your new champion. One the fans can truly be proud of.

Hank Brown: Speaking of your win earlier, rumours are swilling that you cheated to win the title. Any comments on that?

Micayle looks affronted at that statement.

Doctor Remus Micayle: A cheat?! Honestly, I'm anything but that. If you read the rules, a First Blood match encompasses no rules. That means that anything goes, and the ends justify the means. If one were to be rowdy about me winning, why not complain about the plank that dear Ryan abused me with earlier? Was that fair to me? And what about that unnecessary Sharpshooter? I could have suffered trauma!

The fans cheer at the recollection. This time, a vein twitches in Micayle's forehead. He is visibly irked by that reaction.

Hank Brown: That may be true, but I think it may be regarding ethics, more than anything else. Ryan Rhodes attacked you openly, but well.. you gave him a cheap shot. And with powdered glass no less.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Look Hank, I won the match fair and square. If Ryan has anything to say regarding the matter, I dare him to speak for himself. I am a just man, and will listen to his queries. Provided he is willing to admit that I am the better champion. After all, I defeated him despite his big words.

He pauses to take a breath and places a hand on the championship.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I am sure that Ryan will no doubt ask for a rematch soon. The same thing will happen, no question about it. I will defeat him once more and restore a hint of glory back to this title. But for now... leave me be. I have had a busy night, and will be enjoying a well-deserved majestic dinner. With this championship firmly strapped around my waist, of course. Any further questions can take place next week.

Satisfied with his statement, he smirks, and walks off-frame. The camera fades out to black to a chorus of boos as a bewildered Hank Brown watches him go.

Hardcore Hell Match
Career vs S-PAC
D-Day vs Waylon Cash

The crowd is mostly silent, waiting for the next match. The camera [ans around the ring, where the cage has been set up, and the cell is being lowered. Once it hits the ground, ring technicians begin affixing the nine weapons to the roof of the cell. The fans erupt in angry booing as Scott Savage steps out onto the entrance ramp, already holding a microphone. He waits for the crowd to quiet, with a condescending look on his face. Once he gets a little quiet, he raises the microphone to his lips.

Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match may very well be the most important match in WCF history. In the balance hangs the future landscape of the company. If Donald D-Day Deruty happens to win, S-PAC will be forced to disband, ridding WCF of the last... and most dominant stable. When my client, Waylon Cash wins, Donald Deruty will be banned from WCF forever, leaving us short one more brown nosing, pandering main eventer.

Zach Davis: Just shut up and get to the match already.

Erin Robbins: Show some respect!

Scott Savage: Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to first introduce my client. He is a former, and future WCF world heavyweight champion. The call him the Hellbilly. Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparable Waylon Cash!

The crowd boos loudly as “Criminals” begins to play over the P.A. Waylon steps out onto the entrance ramp, and sneers at the angry crowd. He marches down to the ring, and steps through the door of the cell.

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash taking a slow lap around the ring, eyeing up the structure with a sadistic grin on his face.

Erin Robbins: I spoke to him before the show tonight, and he said he has never been more excited for a match in his life, which should tell you something about what his mindset will be once the bell rings.

Waylon shakes the wall of the cell, before stepping up the steel stairs, and climbing through the door of the cage. He walks around the ring, looking up at the weapons above him, putting together that last minute details of his plan. Slowly his music dies, and is replaced by “Bulletproof”. Donald Deruty comes bounding out onto the ramp, as the crowd erupts in thunderous applause.

Erin Robbins: There people are excited about what D-Day is trying to do tonight.

Scott Savage: And his opponent, Donald Deruty.

Zach Davis: Talk about show some respect. Donald Deruty is a decorated competitor in this company. He deserves a better announcer than this jerk.

Erin Robbins: Could you at least try to remain impartial?

D-Day keeps his eyes locked on Waylon Cash as he makes his way toward the enclosure. He moves through both doors, until he is standing face to face with his opponent. Deruty's music dies, as the refs close the doors, and the two men share words back and forth.

Zach Davis: These men clearly haven't finished saying what they want to say.

Erin Robbins: A few last words before they begin speaking with their actions.

The bells rings, and immediately Waylon shoves Deruty. Donald answers with a heavy right hand, that sends Waylon to the ground. Cash back himself against the cage wall, as Deruty looks on, yelling for him to get up. Deruty quickly loses patience, and walks over t him. Cash quickly scrambles out of the way and to his feet. He dances around a little, almost taunting Deruty.

Zach Davis: This is odd. Waylon Cash's style is usually straight forward and relentless. I'm not sure what he's doing here.

Donald turns back to face the man, and they circle each other for a moment. Deruty goes to lock up, but Waylon ducks under it, and steps across the ring. He begins stretching his arms. D-day looks mildly upset when Waylon tells him to step back.

Zach Davis: He's just stalling now!

Erin Robbins: No, this is brilliant. Waylon knows that if he can stay cool, while simultaneously upsetting D-day, he can have a mental edge.

They start circling again. They quickly lock up, and Waylon break it almost as quickly. He shoves D-day back, but before he can back away and stall more, Deruty tackles him, and this him with several stiff blows to the head. The crowd screams in approval, as Waylon tries to scramble out from under his opponent. Eventually he does, and kicks D-day back. Cash scoots back into the corner, as D-Day shouts for him to start fighting. Waylon's smile disappears, and he jumps to his feet.

Zach Davis: Looks like that match is finally going to start.

Erin Robbins: Calm down Zach. Waylon Cash is a thinking man's wrestler. Relax and try to enjoy his intelligent pacing and brilliant strategy.

The two men lock up again, and Waylon quickly pulls D-day into a side headlock. Deruty tries to get out, but can not, so he falls back and bounces Waylon off the ropes. He sends him across the ring, but on the rebound Waylon hits him with a shoulderblock. Deruty drops to the floor, and Waylon starts stomping on his ribs. Donald grabs his leg, and drags him to the ground, before jumping on his back. He jams his knee into Cash's back, and hooks his hands beneath the man's chin. Deruty pulls back on the submission,a s the crowd cheers him on.

Zach Davis: Cash locked in a pretty vicious chinlock here. Deruty has taken a pretty heavy early advantage. Maybe Waylon's brilliant strategy didn't work like he thought it would.

Erin Robbins: Now Waylon gets a change to show off his resiliency. He can find a way out of any situation, and you'll see it here.

Zach Davis: Well D-Day is quite the talent as well, so it won't be all that easy for the Hellbilly.

Waylon flails wildly, trying to find a way out of the hold, but Deruty has it locked on tight. Cash grabs at the bottom rope to try and gain some leverage, but he can't quite reach. Eventually his lifts his hand, and desperately rakes at D-Day's eyes. The hold is released, and Donald stumbles backwards, partially blinded. Waylon jumps up, and takes advantage with a hard lariat. With Deruty now on the ground, trying to regain his eyesight, Waylon climbs the side of the cage, and rips down the pool cue. He swings it around, getting the feel for it, before walking toward Deruty. He raises the stick above his head, but at the last second, D-Day grabs his waistband, and yanks him forward, sending him head first into the cage wall. Waylon falls to the ground, allowing D-day time to stand up, and get his sight back. He lifts Waylon, and hits him with a snap suplex, and floats it over into a pin.

...1!

...2!

...No! Waylon kicks out!

Zach Davis: D-day almost ends the reign of S-PAC in short order. Waylon needs to get his head back in the game, or he's not going to be able to get this one back.

Donald grabs the pool stick off the ground, and walks around the ring with it, waiting for Waylon to rise. Once he gets to his hands and knees, Deruty brings the stick up, and slams it down across his back. Waylon instantly falls to the ground, and shouts out in pain. D-Day goes for another blow, but Waylon rolls out of the way. The pool cue collides with the mat, and Waylon kicks forward, hitting Deruty in the side of the knee. He instantly collapses, clutching his leg.

Erin Robbins: There it is. Waylon Cash is always half a second way form turning the tide.

Waylon gets to his feet, bringing the pool cue with him. Deruty tries to hobble to his feet, but Waylon swings for the fences, and hits him in the back of the knee. D-day falls to the mat again, as Waylon licks his lips. He brings the stick up, and then down over Deruty's knee, causing even more damage. He then drops the stick, and grabs the injured leg, twisting D-Day around in a single leg Boston crab. He pulls on the submission, causing D-Day to scream, as the crowd rallies behind him.

Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash has turned it around, and now D-Day is in trouble.

Zach Davis: He may have seriously injured that knee, but there is no stopping this Hardcore Hell match. It will go until one man submits or gets pinned.

Waylon wenches on the hold as hard as he can, causing and extreme amount of pain to the injured knee. Eventually D-Day wrenches his body around, and pulls himself out of the hold. He scrambles across the ring, hoping to give his knee time to recover. He doesn't have long, as Waylon runs over to him, and stomps away on his leg.

Zach Davis: Waylon focusing his attention directly at that injured knee.

Erin Robbins: He smells blood, and he's ready to do whatever he can to win this match.

Cash drags D-Day back to the center of the ring, and turns D-Day over onto his stomach. He lifts his leg high in the air, and slams it down on the mat. Donald writhes in pain, as Waylon runs to the side of the cage, and climbs it again. This time, once he is on the top rope, D-Day lunges out of desperation, and drapes himself over the ropes. Waylon falls, and crashes hard to the mat, sending all of the air rushing from his lungs. D-Day uses the time his opponent is immobile, to drag himself up the cage wall. He grabs the steels chair, and falls back to the ground. Both men slowly get up at the same time. D-Day hits Waylon with a jab to the gut from the chair, before bringing it down hard onto his spine. Cash hits the ground, and D-Day lines up for another shot.

Zach Davis: With a desperation move, Donald Deruty turns the tide in this match again.

Erin Robbins: And now it looks like he's going in for an early kill.

D-Day brings the chair down across Waylon's back again. This time Cash rolls out of the way, and drags himself to the opposite side of the ring. He nurses his back, but doesn't have long. D-Day quickly limps across the ring, chair held high. Waylon has just enough time to kick a boot up, and catch D-Day in the midsection. He drops the chair, and Waylon immediately grabs it, delivering a quick shot to D-Day's skull. Deruty stumbles back, as a trickle of blood runs down his face.

Erin Robbins: Well we know who drew first blood in this match. It looks like Deruty is busted open!

Waylon sees it, and jumps to his feet. He runs forward, and clobbers Donald with another hard blow to the head, sending him to the mat. Cash tosses the chair away, letting out a primal scream as drops of blood from D-Day's head stain the canvas. Waylon drags him up, and underhooks both arms, signaling for his finisher.

Zach Davis: Waylon going for the Killshot early!

He tries to lift D-Day, but he shifts his weight, causing Waylon to have to set him down. D-Day pulls himself out of the hold, and lifts Waylon. D-Day runs forward, and slams Waylon's back into the steel cage. He then falls backward, causing Waylon's face to collide with the mat. When he looks up, we see that blood is now streaming from his nose. D-Day crawls over, and begins delivering hard elbows to the back of Waylon's head. He then hooks Waylon's arms around his leg, and reaches for the crossface.

Zach Davis: D-Day now going for the Justice Lock!

He tries to get the hold on, but Waylon manages to wrench himself free from the hold. Both men slowly stand to their feet, blood running down their faces. They approach each other, and D-Day is the first to take a swing. Waylon dodges it, and delivers a straight left to Deruty's jaw.

Erin Robbins: This is not what D-Day wants to do. There are few people in this company who will win a striking match with Waylon Cash, and as talented as D-Day is, he's not one of them.

Deruty swings again, this time Waylon ducks under it, and comes up with a hard right hook. D-Day stumbles backward, giving Cash an opening. He hits D-Day with rights and lefts, backing him into the corner. He continues punching away at him, until he is in a seated position. Waylon then back up, and sprints forward, hitting a hard knee to his opponent's jaw. Cash quickly drags him out of the corner, and goes for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...3-No! D-Day gets a shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Incredible toughness from D-Day, managing to stay in this match.

Waylon gives Scott Savage a frustrated look, before turning his eyes upward toward the dangling weapons. He spots one he wants, and begins climbing the ropes. He grabs the can of mace, and drops back to the mat. He slowly approaches D-Day, a cocky smile plastered across his face. Before he can get within range, D-Day dives forward, hitting Waylon with a headbutt to the gut. Cash doubles over, and drops the can of mace. With lightning quickness, D-Day grabs it, and sprays it into the eyes of his opponent.

Zach Davis: And Cash gets hit with the mace. This may be a big turning point in this match.

Cash falls backwards, wiping desperately at his eyes. D-Day uses this opportunity to regroup, and slowly drag himself to his feet. Waylon hops up, still blind, and swinging wildly. Eventually he turns so he is facing away from D-Day, allowing Donald to hit him with a dropkick to the back. Waylon falls forward, slamming into the wall of the cage before he hits the mat. D-Day climbs to the top turnbuckle, and watches as Cash rises. Once he is to his feet, D-Day jumps off the top, and hits his blinded opponent with a hurricarana. He holds onto Waylon's leg as he rolls through the move, turning it into a pin.

...1!

...2!

...3!

No! Waylon barely kicks out!

Zach Davis: WCF was hundredths of a second from S-PAC being no more!

Erin Robbins: Try not to sound so excited Zach. If we don't have S-PAC, what will you complain about on a weekly basis?

D-Day is on a roll now. He blocks out the pain in his knee long enough to jump back to the top rope, and jump off, going for a frog splash. At the last second, Waylon Cash rolls out of the way, causing D-Day to crash hard to the mat. Both men lay on the ground, as the crowd begs D-Day to get up. Blood pours from both men, painting the canvas a deep crimson.

Zach Davis: This has gotten dangerous now. Both of these men are exhausted and in great pain. They are both fighting for their careers in a sense, and so this could get very bad very quickly.

Waylon is the first to stand, and has managed to regain some of his sight, but instead of jumping on Deruty, he climbs the ropes, and rips down the whip with the metal barbs imbedded in the leather. He climbs back down, and walks toward his opponent. Deruty has gotten to his hands and knees. Waylon brings the whips down across his back, opening several large gashes across his skin. Deruty lets out a scream, and scrambles across the ring, as blood drips down his back.

Erin Robbins: That whip coming into play, and it seems horrible, but we have to remember that both wrestlers agreed to having that weapon in the match.

Waylon walks toward Deruty again, and brings down the whip. This time Deruty moves out of the way, and the whip wraps itself around the middle rope. Waylon pulls a few times, but the weapon will not dislodge itself. This distraction gives D-Day enough time to tackle Waylon, grab his legs, and flip himself over, turning the move into a jack knife style pin.

...1!

...2!

...No! Waylon kicks out, and both men pop to their feet. D-Day jumps up and goes for a hurricarana, but Waylon catches him, and hits a sit-out powerbomb, holding on for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...No! Now D-Day kicks out. Waylon quickly grabs his legs, twists them around each other, and flips Deruty over into a Texas Cloverleaf.

Zach Davis: Waylon slowing the match down, and going beck to that injured leg.

Erin Robbins: Smart move here. Waylon Cash has to dictate the pace of this match up. If this turns into a contest of speed, D-Day has it locked up.

Cash wrenches back on the hold, as D-Day slowly crawls across the ring. He reaches for the ropes, but can't quite reach, and Waylon drags him back to the center of the ring. He keeps the hold on, applying even more pressure now. The fans start a slow clap for D-Day, but it does little to help him get out of the hold.

Zach Davis: D-Day has to get out of this hold soon. The longer Waylon has this applied, the more damage it does to that knee, and if that knee isn't working, most of Deruty's offense is completely taken away.

D-Day twists his body slightly, and reaches back, destabilizing Waylon enough to roll him up into a schoolboy pin.

...1!

...2!

Waylon kicks out, and both men pop up again. D-Day sprints towards Waylon, but Cash moves out of the way. D-Day runs head first into the cage wall, and stumbles back into german suplex. Waylon bridges for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...No! D-Day kicks out. Now neither man pops up.

Erin Robbins: The adrenaline seems to be gone now. Both men have lost a lot of blood, and I think the pure exhaustion of the whole situation is finally starting to set in. This is where the champions are separated from the rest of the herd.

Waylon is the first to stand. He goes to the cage wall, and climbs up, grabbing the bras knuckles. He slides them over his fingers, and turns to D-Day, who is now on his feet. Waylon takes a big swing with the armored hand, but D-Day dodges just in time. He uses the second Waylon is off balance to grab his arm, and drops hi to the mat. He quickly grapevines his legs around cash's arm, and hooks in the crossface.

Zach Davis: There it is! D-Day puts on the Justice Lock!

Cash immediately realizes the gravity of the situation, and rolls them both over, causing D-Day to let go of the hold before he can lock it on any tighter. Both men pop up, but Waylon kicks d-Day in the gut, and hits him with a quick double underhook brainbuster.

Zach Davis: A Killshot from out of nowhere! Waylon makes the cover!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Kyle Steel: Your winner, Waylon Cash!

Zach Davis: And with that, the career of Donald Deruty comes to an end. It is safe to say the WCF fans will never forget what he has done for them.

Scott Savage jumps up and down on the outside, but neither man in the ring can move. The cell slowly rises, allowing the EMTs to slip underneath, and start checking on the wrestlers. It takes a while, but eventually both men make it to their feet under their own power. They glare at each other. After a few moments, D-Day extends his hand. Waylon stares at it for a long time, before reaching forward and shaking it.

Zach Davis: A rare show of respect from Waylon Cash to the now retired Donald Deruty.

Cash rolls out of the ring, and makes his way to the back, allowing D-Day to stand in the ring. Every fan in the ring slowly begins chanting “Please don't go”, bringing a single tear to Donald's eye. He raises a hand, waiving one last time at the fans, before climbing out of the ring, and making his way up the ramp.

No DQ Match
Corey Black vs Torture

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall.. and it will be no disqualification! Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Crowd pops big.

Kyle Steel: Standing five feet nine inches, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twelve pounds.. a former WCF World Heavyweight, Tag Team, Television, Hardcore and Internet Champion! He's in the WCF Hall of Fame, he runs his own pay-per-view event, and he is the current XIII Champion.. ladies and gentlemen.. COREY! BLACK!

"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, whipping the crowd into an even bigger frenzy. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear and carrying the XIII Title. 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 along with his belt. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow. He walks over to his corner and sits on the top turnbuckle as the crowd gets louder and louder. Corey's music fades out.

Zach Davis: Here's Corey Black, the agressor in this feud. He's upset about the fact that Torture only returns when it conviences him, such as getting promised a spot in the Hall of Fame last year.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent He stands six foot five inches, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fourty five pounds, he's a former multiple time WCF World Heavyweight Champion! Television Champion! Tag Team Champion! People's Champion! Making his grand return to a WCF ring tonight, ladies and gentlemen... TORTURE!

"Crawl" by Kings of Leon begins playing and the crowd absolutely explodes out of their chairs. The Staples Center is hopping. From behind the curtain steps the hometown hero, WCF legend Torture! Our crowd tonight keeps up the pace, cheering like mad as Torture walks down to the ring, eyes fixated on Corey Black the whole time. Torture slides in and gestures to the crowd as to say 'thank you' and they cheer even louder.

Erin Robbins: Torture, a WCF Legend if there ever has been one. He was challenged to this match almost one entire year ago, and happily accepted!

The ref checks on both men, and they both nod. They are ready. The crowd is ready. And the bell is rung!

Zach Davis: This match is one year in the making. It's finally time to see these two legends go one on one!

Neither man leaves their corner at first. Corey Black is stretching by holding the ropes and leaning forward, Torture is playing up the crowd, whipping them into an even bigger frenzy. Soon the two combatants lock eyes and start making their way to the middle of the ring. A typical collar and elbow tie up won't suffice, no, Torture simply slaps Corey Black right in the face. Corey turns and laughs, rubbing his cheek. He invites Torture to do it again - and he does! A second slap from Torture! Then a left hand to the face! Tort backs Corey Black up into a corner unleashing a flurry of slaps and punches, firing himself up! Tort takes a break to roar to the fans and goes back on the offensive, only to get a drop-toe-hold into the middle turnbuckle stopping all momentum.

Erin Robbins: Great start, but will Torture have to overcome ring rust?

Corey gains his composure and turns Torture around in the corner, landing a few quick front kicks to the torso. Corey goes to whip Torture into the other corner, but Tort leaps up to the middle rope and springs back with a cross body block! Torture quickly rolls off and heads toward the ropes, bouncing off and catching Corey Black just as he stands up with a clothesline. Off the ropes and another clothesline. Going for a third but Corey tries a clothesline, Torture ducks and comes springing back from the OTHER ropes with a big dropkick knocking Corey Black down and causing him to roll out of the ring!

Zach Davis: No rust from Torture!

Torture is firing this crowd up more with claps and stomps as he lies in wait of Corey Black. At the right time Torture runs toward the rope and leaps through with a suicide dive sending Corey Black into the barricade! The crowd pops huge for a fairly high risk move from The Tort. Torture pulls Black off the barricade and slams him head first into the ring apron, then the post! Torture rolls Corey into the ring to continue his assault with a stomp to the leg. Then the other leg. Now Corey's arm and then naturally the other arm. Torture gestures to the fans before putting his boot right in Corey's head with a stomp, completing the cycle. Tort drops to his knees and cockily covers Corey Black!

1!

No, kickout.

Erin Robbins: Quite a display so far from Torture, he's seemingly getting into Corey's head with these flashy moves and then slowing it down with mat-based strikes.

Not even phased, Torture kicks Corey Black back out to the floor, where Corey stumbles to a standing base. Torture vaults over the top rope looking for a plancha, but Corey catches him on the way down with a falling over-head kick to the side of Torture's head! He caught him!

Zach Davis: Whoa! Torture is rocked!

Indeed, Torture lands on his feet but he's bent over and clearly dazed. Corey gets back to his feet, and with the crowd going crazy, picks Torture up and powerbombs him onto the edge ring apron! Tort hits hard and his back bends awkwardly. Again, though, he lands on his feet, just very dazed. Corey lifts Torture up and sits him on the apron, but Torture fights back with a big punch. Tort reaches up and grabs the top rope, then pulls himself to a standing base on the apron itself. Corey superkicks Torture right in his shins and drops him face first onto the apron! Then he grabs Torture's head and pulls him off the apron to the floor while slamming Torture's head on his knees! Life to Lifeless onto the floor! The crowd is going mad!

Erin Robbins: Crazy exchange there!

Both men are fairly dazed, but Corey is up to his feet. He pulls Torture up and rolls him into the ring, then waits on the apron and comes springboarding off with a missle dropkick as Torture stands! This sends Tort to the mat in a backward roll, ending up face down on the mat. Corey rushes over and pins, hooking the leg!

1!

2!

NO, Torture kicks out! Corey keeps on the attack, Torture sits up and gets kicked in the back. Corey goes for one to the chest but Torture catches his leg and gets up while Corey is hopping. Torture throws Corey's foot turning him 360 degrees, a boot to the stomach and STONE COLD STUNNER!

Zach Davis: Bah gawd Erin!

Corey flies backward and lands in a sitting position himself, leaning against the bottom rope. Torture pulls Corey through the middle and top ropes, then drags Corey out in a DDT hold with his feet on the middle rope - he's going for the Finishing Touch! Corey drops his feet to the mat though! Torture holding on, he literally picks Corey Black up off the mat by his head and spins him around in a Finishing Touch from the mat! The Dragdonscrew neckwhip DDT! TORTURE HOLDS ON! HE DRAGS COREY BACK TO HIS FEET AND HITS ANOTHER ONE! TWO FINISHING TOUCHES!

Erin Robbins: Oh damn!

Torture with the pin on Corey Black!

1!

2!

3!

NO - Corey kicks out somehow to the absolute delight of the crowd! They pop gigantically!

Zach Davis: Crazy set there from Torture - the Stunner then two Finishing Touches. Wow.

Torture is not fucking around, he grabs Corey and pulls him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then throws Corey's legs up and over in an Attitude Adjustment but holds onto his head. Corey lands in a Reverse DDT situation - TORTURE'S DEVICE!

NO - It's blocked! Corey uses his power to grab Torture behind his head and then uses his aglity to backflip over Torture's shoulder, landing in a Reverse DDT of his own - COREY BLACK HAS TORTURE GRABBED WITH TORTURE'S DEVICE! - Torture reverses that! He spins out and lifts up Corey onto his shoulders again - BURNING HAMMER! TORTURE HAS COREY UP IN THE BURNING HAMMER! - elbow strike! Another! Corey is free! He lands on the mat behind Torture and pushes him into the ropes, then rolls him up! O'Conner Roll!

1!

2!

NO - Torture kicks out! He sends Corey forward into the ropes and gets Corey into a School Boy rollup as he bounces back!

1!

2!

NO! - Corey slips out and tackles Torture down with a jacknife pin!

1!

2!

NO! - Torture powers and bridges out, back to a standing base and Torture now spins Corey around into a backslide!

1!

2!

NO! - Corey rolls over to his stomach and hooks Torture up as he's standing - FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER! COREY BLACK PLANTS TORTURE ON HIS HEAD WITH ONE OF HIS OLD FINISHERS!

Zach Davis: The Eulogy of the Dead! Holy crap! Another old finisher Corey Black breaks out in a big match!

Corey Black pins!

1!

2!

3!

TORTURE KICKED OUT AT THE LAST MILLISECOND!

Erin Robbins: The match continues!

Corey cannot believe it, the crowd can't believe it but they're excited as this match does indeed rage on. Unsure of what to really do, Corey pulls Torture up to his feet and bounces off the ropes looking for a rolling elbow which Torture somehow ducks. Corey rushes in again but is reverses with a snap swinging powerslam. It's a miracle Torture even knows where he is, let alone how he's able to do moves. Either way, he climbs up to the top rope looking for a splash of some kind, only to be cut off. Corey to the middle rope now, Torture fights him off with headbutts. Three, to be exact. The last one lands hard and sends Corey back down to the mat, giving Torture time to stand and gesture to the crowd again..

Zach Davis: Here it comes!

ICE COLD! Torture lands a picture perfect frog splash to Corey Black! Instead of going for a pin, though, Torture rolls to the floor and grabs a steel chair from a fan at ringside - then climbs up to the top rope and comes off with another Ice Cold this time with a steel chair!

Erin Robbins: Torture went for the kill!

The chair is slid aside and a pin is administered!

1!

2!

NO - Corey gets a shoulder up!

Zach Davis: That really should have been it!

Torture stands up and walks over to the chair, opening it up and setting it down. Torture then pulls Corey over and puts his head on the seat of the chair while Corey is on his knees, leaning on the chair itself. Torture off the ropes and DOUBLE STOMP TO COREY'S HEAD ON THE CHAIR! Jesus Christ! The crowd doesn't know if they should pop or be shocked! What a sick move! Torture isn't done, he peels Corey's face off the steel and HE NAILS TORTURE'S DEVICE!

Erin Robbins: Torture got all of it!

Sliding around into the cover, it's done!

1!

2!

3!

Torture has done it!

IF COREY BLACK'S FOOT DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE ROPE AT THE LAST SECOND!

Zach Davis: What ring awareness!

The ref counted three and then called it off! It was that close! The crowd is going nuts, Torture is beside himself! He scurries around, looking on the outside of the ring for something - anything. He slides out and looks under, grabbing a table to the delight of the crowd. Torture slides the table into the ring and sets it up in the middle, giving Corey Black just enough time to recover. Corey is to his feet and lands a clubbing blow to Torture's back. Corey gets up onto the table itself and turns Torture around into a sitting position on it - modified seated abdominal stretch - ELBOWS! SHOT AFTER SHOT!

Erin Robbins: For Victory or Death on the table!

Corey is just destroying Torture with the elbow combo! It's brutality! Torture is busted open and fading! The ref is right there!

Zach Davis: This is it!

With one last explosion of energy, after taking at least a dozen elbows, Torture leans back with all he has and topples the table! Both men spill to the mat, but Corey breaks the hold! Torture is rocked, he's on his hands and knees crawling toward the ropes to pull himself to the feet, Corey is up and setting the table up again. Torture is almost up but Corey grabs him by the hair and leads him to the table again - powerbomb! No! Torture with an elbow of his own to the top of the head, causing Corey to drop him. COPANI DRIVER ONTO THE TABLE! Reverse STO! Corey's head bounces off the wood but doesn't break it! Both men fall to the mat again, totally exhausted and beat to hell.

Erin Robbins: What a phenomenal match we have here, Zach. Two men that want to win, veterans of the game.

Zach Davis: Agreed, Robin. I don't remember a more evenly-match and brutal match-up.

Inch by inch, with the approval of the fans, both men fight to their feet using the ropes. They manage to do it, and again, meet in the middle of the ring. Torture right a punch, Corey Black with a kick to the leg. Punch by Torutre, kick by Corey. Again, a punch and a kick. Corey with a burst of energy, spinkick to the stomach, he's off the ropes - cut off with a forearm to the head. Torture off the ropes now! - cut off by a roundhouse kick to the skull! Neither man giving an inch here. Torture grabs Corey by the back of the head and slams his knee into his head, hooks his arms - OH FUCK - FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!

Erin Robbins: Torture just planted Corey!

Hellacious whip on that! Torture rolls Corey over into the pin!

1!

2!

KICKOUT BY COREY BLACK!

Torture is up, he sets up the table back to a standing base. He pulls Corey slowly up to his feet and plants him back down with a clothesline, laying Corey out on the table. Torture climbs up to the top rope looking for a third Ice Cold - NO he's cut off by a thrown chair! Corey lobs a chair right at Torture! Corey now climbs up to the top rope with Torture ... they're both standing up there ... HURICANRANA WHIP - REVERSED INTO A SITOUT POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! TORTURE PLANTS COREY INTO THE TABLE FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Zach Davis: My God...

WCF! WCF! WCF! The crowd is chanting the letters over and over. Torture hit the mat just as hard, he cannot recover enough to make a pinfall. Crawling out of the rubble, Torture is to his feet and he stands ready, waiting for Corey to stand up. Corey isn't sure what is going on, he got dropped hard, but he's fighting to his feet anyway. Torture goes in for the final blow - SUPERKICK! He connects hard as Corey was on his knees! Corey doesn't go down! Torture winds up for another, it's ducked! Corey is to his feet now - SUPERKICK! Torture isn't going down either! Big boot to the face from Torture! Shrugged off, Corey with ANOTHER SUPERKICK! Torture is rocked but he still swings with a haymaker BLOCKED! BACKDROP DRIVER! COREY BLACK DROPS TORTURE ON HIS HEAD! Torture fucking shrugs it off! He's back up to his feet, fired up, shaking his fists! LARIAT FROM TORTURE! HE FOLDS COREY BLACK RIGHT IN HALF! - Corey Black is back up now, shaking HIS fists!

Erin Robbins: What is it going to take to end this match?!

Nose to nose they go in the middle of the ring! Neither man staying down! COREY SCOOPS TORTURE UP AND HITS THE BURNING HAMMER! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Torture lands on the back of his head in an impressive spike! Corey covers with the crowd chanting along!

1!

2!

3!

Corey Black pins Torture! He's finally won this -

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

- TORTURE KICKS OUT! HE KICKED OUT OF THE BURNING HAMMER!

Corey Black is beside himself! He's thrown the entire playbook at Torture, the crowd is dumbfounded, they have no idea what to think. All he has left is one option. No more thinking, just mindless violence. Corey wraps Torture back up in the modified seated abdominal stretch.

Erin Robbins: This name was never more appropriate... For Victory or Death. Because soon we've got to have one or the other.

Corey elbows Torture in the head.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

The strikes keep getting faster and faster, sloppy, violent strikes, nothing pretty or precise about them. The ref asks Torture if he wants to give up, but Torture, barely perceptibly, shakes his head no. This seems to egg Black on even more, pouring all of the strength that he has into his elbow.

Zach Davis: Torture has defeated Slickie T at One. He's defeated Jay Price at One. He just won't lose here, Erin. He just won't lose.

After an unnumerable amount of elbow strikes, Corey finally releases the hold. Torture's eyes are closed, he's unconscious. Possibly concussed. Corey approaches him, ready to finally end this.

Erin Robbins: ROLLUP BY TORTURE!

FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

Zach Davis: NO! COREY ESCAPES IT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Torture is still too exhausted to get up as Corey angrily escapes the rollup attempt. Black, frustrated, yells at Torture to get up. Get the fuck up. Torture slowly opens his eyes.. and begins struggling to his feet.

Erin Robbins: He just... won't... stay down..

Torture is up and puts up his fists, as if to say "come at me." His face is bruised, his right eye is swolen. Black swings at Torture. Torture ducks it. Corey saw it coming, anticipated it. He lifts Torture up on his shoulders once more.

Zach Davis: Burning Hammer. Please, Torture. Stay down.

Black quickly throws his body on top of Torture, pinning him. Hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

Instead of erupting, the crowd is silent. They can't believe it.

Erin Robbins: Torture has been defeated.. TORTURE HAS BEEN DEFEATED! COREY BLACK WINS!

Push Pull Destroy plays as Corey slowly works his way to his feet. He looks down at Torture, who's barely conscious. Then out to the fans, who are applauding both men for their efforts.

Zach Davis: This all started one year ago, Erin, when the challenge was made. Recently it was made personal by betrayal... but these two men have just gone through hell with each other.

Slowly, somehow, Torture pulls himself up. Corey eyes him, not knowing what to expect. Torture falls back, using the turnbuckle to support himself. He indicates that he wants a microphone as Corey's music dies down.

Erin Robbins: What is he thinking? He needs to get to a hospital.

Torture: Corey...

The arena is silent, no one knows what to expect.

Torture: And all of you fans. I gave it my all here tonight... and next month I'm finally going to be inducted into the WCF Hall of Fame.

The crowd applauds.

Torture: But I need someone to induct me.

The crowd goes silent again. Black raises an eyebrow, not sure if this is headed where he thinks it is.

Torture: Corey... You're the only one that can induct me. I need you to do it. You're my brother, Corey. What do you say?

Corey looks around, certainly not ready to agree to induct the man he just nearly elbowed to death right away. But after several moments... he nods. Torture smiles, albeit weakly, and he and Corey share a quick hug. The crowd pops big for this!

Erin Robbins: I don't believe it. It really goes to show, after all that, how important it was that Torture ask Corey to induct him. I think Torture had something to prove tonight.

Zach Davis: Maybe he felt he wasn't ready to be inducted until he could be beaten here at One? Who knows. Hell of a match though, wow. I can't wait for this induction.

Torture drops to the mat and rolls out, struggling up the ramp. Black's music plays again as the ref raises his arm. Corey climbs up one turnbuckle, surveying the crowd as Torture disappears to the back.

Eric Price Segment

Eric Price is shown backstage already in his ring attire, a black v-neck jersey, black jeans as Hank Brown interviews him.

Hank Brown: We are a few minutes away from the historic first ever Ultra Ten match between you and Sarah Twilight. A lot of bad blood between you two, anything you’d like to say before the match.

Eric looks very seriously at the camera and speaks with clear anger in his voice.

Eric Price: Very simple. Sarah Twilight, you made a huge mistake by getting Rachel involved in this … I wanted to keep her out but you just couldn’t let it go, you thought it all revolved around you. Tonight … fuck you, fuc,k your ownership, fuck titles, fuck everything, it’s simply about maiming and crippling you. Tonight … I make you pay and whether I win or lose, it doesn’t matter, my ultimate goal is to hurt you and make you repent for what you did. And like it or not, tonight, you’re not walking out under your own power!

Eric walks off still stretching and getting ready to compete.

Ultra Ten Match
Sarah Twilight vs Eric Price

Zach Davis: Coming up next folks is a match that has been a year in the making and then some. The bad blood between the two participants of this match is deeper than almost any ever seen in WCF.

Erin Robbins: No kidding, a storied rivalry turned into a personal hatred for one another. In this company’s first ever “Ultra Ten” match, an historic match that actually requires both competitors to wrestle for 10 falls.

Zach Davis: That’s right, an incredible 10 falls, truly a test of endurance. Each fall a different match type here. But first, let’s go over just exactly how at the biggest pay per view of the year, we have the owner of this company Sarah Twilight facing off against Eric Price in the first ever Ultra Ten Match, once allies and now bitter enemies.

A clip package starts playing showing the ending scene of last year’s main event of One with Sarah Twilight counting the 1 – 2 – 3 for Eric Price against Jeff Purse and him winning the WCF World Title. The clip then shows Eric Price standing in the ring saying the phrase “I am the WCF World Heavyweight Champion!”. The scene then cuts off and shows the end of the Aftermath 2013 pay-per-view, showing the end of the hellacious main event of Sarah Twilight vs Eric Price in the first ever Abject Humiliation match where Sarah is about to beat Eric up some more as both are brutally beaten already and Eric says “No more … you win!” It then cuts to show Sarah Twilight with the World Title with the narration saying, “Sarah Twilight is the new WCF World Champion!”

EPPW and Success!

The clip package then continues and shows Eric Price in the ring saying “I have waited for this day for a long time. I now own this company. Welcome to EPPW!” The clip then skips to the 6/16/13 edition of Slam and shows the main event of the night with Eric Price vs Sarah Twilight for the World Title with Jeff Purse as the special guest referee. Narration can be heard from Zach Davis screaming for Sarah to beat Eric up and give him what he deserves. The scene freezes when Sarah is shown getting ready to seemingly decimate Eric Price with a steel chair when all of a sudden she hits Jeff Purse with it. More narration is heard saying, “Sarah Twilight has spit in the face of the WCF fans and everyone who ever supported her.” The scene closes out with Sarah Twilight being handed the World Title by Eric Price and Eric raising her hand in victory much to the boos of the live crowd that evening.

Falling in Love!

The scene then switches to Sarah standing in the ring proudly with the WCF World Title saying “I am the greatest professional wrestler in history” and then also saying “I ran down Jeff Purse with the car after One!” along with Eric Price applauding her words and actions. The scene then shows Eric Price proudly proclaiming “I am the US Champion, Sarah Twilight is the World Champion, long live EPPW, long live Bravado!”. Then the scene skips over to Ultimate Showdown where Sarah is shown being pinned in the ring by Steve Orbit and losing the WCF World Title. Then the scene switches to Sarah being shown in a hospital with Eric Price visiting her and bringing her flowers and kissing her on the forehead while she’s asleep with Eric heard saying “I think … I think I love her. That’s what I want it to be” with a picture of Eric and Sarah shown with what would appear to be their kids, a photoshop job clearly as Eric intently stares at it showing that he is falling in love with her.

The Betrayal!

The scene then switches to the 9/1/13 edition of Slam, near the end of the show with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight nearly seemingly ready to decimate each other and Eric uttering the lines “I’m going to do what everyone wants and the right thing … Sarah … will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?” with Sarah looking on at first in disgust but then putting on the ring and smirking, snidely accepting the proposal. The scene then skips to the 9/15/13 edition of Slam, to the Eric Price and Sarah Twilight wedding. The preacher is heard reading the words “Do you take Sarah Twilight to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Eric is shown responding “I do.” Then the preacher is shown asking Sarah the same question about Eric “Do you take Eric Price to be your lawfully wedded husband.” Sarah is then shown meticulously taking her time to answer the question “I have known exactly what I was going to say and do the moment that you asked me … there has only been one answer to this question. I’ve known it from the moment you asked me … NO!” Sarah is shown with a smirk at this response as Eric is shown to have a horrified look on his face as his fellow Bravado brethren with the exception of Gravedigger and Seth Lerch start beating the hell out of him and Eric is shown while being beaten, nearly in tears saying the words to Sarah “Why? I … I love you!” Then Sarah is shown grabbing some papers, which the narration by Zach Davis specifies “Those are the ownership papers of this company, Eric Price already signed them and … Sarah is now signing them”. Sarah is then shown saying to Eric “Oh and by the way Eric … YOU’RE FIRED!”

The Comeback!

The scene then switches to the 9/22/13 Edition of Slam, one week removed from the end of EPPW. Sarah Twilight is shown saying “I’m not here to make you happy. Things are going to change around here.” Then Eric is shown entering that same arena with a purchased ticket as a fan and then walking in the stands with the fans saying “Oh … I’m sorry Sarah, I wasn’t listening to you, you were just boring everyone going on blah blah blah”, Sarah is then shown asking security to escort Eric out of the arena. The scene then switches to small random attacks on the members of Bravado that Eric had formerly led by a masked man, the masked man then is shown on top of the stage revealing himself to be Eric Price and then shown hitting Sarah Twilight with a Reversal of Fortune saying the phrase “I’m back … and I’ll see you at War!” The scene then switches to the War Match one week later where Eric Price is shown pinning Sarah Twilight for the 1 – 2 – 3, effectively eliminating her from the match as he has a huge smile on his face about it!

A New Relationship

The scene then switches to show Eric Price going to speak to Sarah Twilight on the 11/3/13 edition of Slam saying to her “Oh … and do tell Rachel I said hello” much to the chagrin of Sarah. Then the scene switches to the 11/10/13 edition of Slam where Eric Price is shown in the ring with both Sarah and Rachel Twilight as Sarah looks furious, Rachel stands next to Eric and Eric says “Fact is … we started dating. In fact, we’ve been dating for quite a bit.” Sarah is then shown livid saying “You humiliate me on national television to tell me you’re dating this piece of shit.” Eric is then shown saying “Like it or not, Rachel and I have been and are dating and in a relationship. You need to deal with it and accept it.” Sarah is then shown storming off as Rachel consoles herself with Eric. The scene then switches to the 11/17/13 edition of Slam showing Eric Price on one knee with a ring in his hand asking Rachel Twilight “Will … will you marry me?” Rachel is then shown with a huge smile on her face putting on the ring and saying “YES! I WILL MARRY YOU!” as the happy couple is shown kissing and Sarah is shown watching this, witnessing this from backstage with no reaction whatsoever, just a neutral and expressionless face.

Another Wedding Betrayal

The scene then switches to the 12/1/13 edition of Slam where Eric Price and Rachel Twilight are shown to be getting married in the ring with the preacher behind an altar. He is heard saying the words “Do you take Rachel Twilight to be your lawfully wedded wife?” to which Eric replies “I do.” Then the preacher says “Do you take Eric Price to be your lawfully wedded husband?” to which Rachel replies “I do.” Then the preacher says “Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!” And before the kiss can happen, Sarah Twilight is shown interrupting the wedding saying “I came to make amends. I have to accept the fact that this is happening.” Rachel is then shown happily accepting Sarah’s words saying “This is all I was asking, for you to accept my being happy” and Eric is heard saying “Despite all the animosity between us, maybe we can finally bury the hatchet and just move on!” Rachel is then shown hugging Sarah when out of nowhere, Lilith is shown tasing Eric Price from behind. Rachel is then shown quickly checking on Eric, sad about what happened as the smile on Sarah’s face quickly turns into a frown as she quickly grabs Rachel from behind and pulls her by her hair screaming at her “YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID?! YOU ARE WORTHLESS SHIT!” Sarah is then shown mercilessly hitting Rachel with a steel chair several times over, a look of disgust on her face as Eric is shown handcuffed to the ring post unable to escape as he looks on completely distraught begging Sarah and Lilith to stop the assault. The scene then skips to show Eric now freed from the handcuffs by ring personnel as Sarah and Lilith have taken their lave with Eric looking completely distraught over what happened to Rachel as she is loaded onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. The scene then switches to the 12/8/13 edition of Slam where Eric Price is shown on the titantron issuing a challenge to Sarah Twilight “I challenge that piece of shit Sarah Twilight to a match two weeks from tonight, she will face ME one on one … I will see to it that Sarah pays for what she did.” The video package then ends with Eric Price shown furious over Sarah’s actions as the shot switches back to ringside.

Zach Davis: Now folks, originally Eric Price had challenged Sarah Twilight to an Abject Humiliation match but as we learned last week, Sarah Twilight declined that challenge but instead said they would be competing in the Ultra Ten match. Ten falls, one winner and Eric Price accepted as he just wants to get his hands on Sarah Twilight. A lot of bad blood at One and here we go.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Ultra Ten Match. This match is scheduled for ten falls. Each fall will be a different match type that will be announced right after each fall counted. If after ten falls, both competitors are tied, then this match will enter sudden death. In the event a sudden death is reached, that fall will immediately follow the tenth fall and determine the winner of the match; the sudden death fall will be a Last Person Standing match where one of the participants must beat their opponent so badly, they cannot answer a 10 count.

“Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, CA as the LA crowd starts cheering loudly as Eric Price steps out from the back. Gold lights start flashing as the music is playing and a gold spotlight will shines on Eric as he makes his way to the ring with an energetic walk, a very determined look on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and slaps hands with the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience as stands in the corner of the ring stretching and eagerly awaiting his opponent.

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drumbeats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE. Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

The house lights them come on as Eric Price stands ready in his corner and Sarah Twilight stands in her corner, both ready to fight.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 240 lbs., from Pacific Palisades, CA, he is the former owner of WCF and the 2013 US Champ of the Year … ERIC PRICE!

Crowd cheers loudly for Eric as he keeps his eyes completely focused on Sarah Twilight.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at 5’ 8” tall, weighing in at 142 lbs., from Los Angeles, CA, she is the owner of WCF … "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Crowd boos loudly for Sarah Twilight as she keeps her eyes completely focused on Eric Price as well!

Zach Davis: And these two obviously with a lot of hatred between them as they are set to start this historic match. The first ever Ultra Ten match.

Erin Robbins: Yes, in one corner you have the wonderful owner of this company, the former and first ever female World Champion in WCF history, former TV Champion, former Tag Team Champion, and a triple crown winner in her own right, Sarah Twilight.

Zach Davis: Yes but lest you forget we cannot discount her opponent. He is the former owner of this company, a former World Champion in his own right and the only champion to have held the title for more than 100 days in the last 4 years with the second longest title reign in WCF history, former TV Champion as well as last year’s TV Champion of the Year, former two time US Champion and this year’s US Champion of the year, former tag team champion, former Internet Champion, and former Elite Champion, a triple crown winner, and a grand slam champion in his own right, Eric Price. Both these great wrestlers started around the same time in WCF in early 2012 and have since gone on to have historic careers. And now it’s come to this huge Ultra Ten match and let’s see what the first fall will be.

The titantron shows up a graphic of Eric Price on the left, Sarah Twilight on the right with Fall #1 shown in the center, text below like a spinning wheel and … it finally stops at “Standard Rules”.

Fall #1: Standard Rules

Zach Davis: A standard rules match. I’d like to once again remind folks that despite Slam having no rules and no disqualifications since Sarah Twilight took over, tonight at One that has been rescinded and all matches are standard rules unless otherwise specified and it looks like the first fall will be under standard rules.

The referee rings the bell as Sarah Twilight glares at Eric Price; Eric Price glares right back at Sarah Twilight. After the bell rings, Eric quickly lunges at Sarah enraged at everything she has done to him and tries to clothesline her but Sarah ducks it! Eric then bounces off the ring ropes and runs back as Sarah turns around and he clotheslines her down successfully this time, knocking her down to the ring canvas. Sarah however quickly gets up and Eric runs toward the ropes again and clotheslines her down again! Sarah quickly gets up again as Eric is already running toward her yet again and this time he jumps on her, knocking her down as he starts viciously punching her as the referee starts counting against him.

Zach Davis: And looks like Eric Price is wasting no time here, a set of clotheslines and now knocking Sarah Twilight down, really punching her in the face here as the referee admonishes him for doing so.

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Eric finally pulls away as the referee forces him back to give Sarah a moment to recoup.

Erin Robbins: That should have been a disqualification. Eric Price obviously cannot control his emotions and that could and should cost him here tonight.

Zach Davis: I can’t say I blame the man. The man has been through hell here and he has taken a lot from Sarah Twilight and he’s finally getting his hands on her and giving her what she deserves!

As soon as the referee steps away for a brief second from Sarah, Eric quickly continues to punish Sarah and starts stomping away at her mid-section as she quickly uses her ring savvy to grab the bottom rope and the referee starts the count against Price.

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Eric angrily stops stomping away at Sarah much to his own anger as he wants to decimate her.

Zach Davis: And again Eric Price needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here as it would cost him a fall.

Erin Robbins: He’s coming dangerously close. Frankly, he’s just being reckless out here and he needs to stop being so angry.

Zach Davis: He has every right to be angry and the fans I think are happy to see the “dear leader” being beaten up here in her own challenge.

Sarah then uses the ring ropes for leverage to get herself up. As Eric tries to lunge at her again, she quickly pulls down the top rope as Eric tried for a clothesline but just ended up spilling to the outside. As Eric is now on the outside, Sarah senses her opportunity and Eric slowly starts trying to get up but Sarah is already on the top rope and hits a diving clothesline right on Eric Price and starts punching away at him as the referee begins his count against both of them.

Zach Davis: The action now spilling on the outside, Price going over the top rope and now Twilight hitting a clothesline on him unexpectedly knocking him down and punching away at him now as the referee is counting against both of them.

Erin Robbins: Sarah really showing Eric Price what she’s all about and that she is in fact better than he ever will be.

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Zach Davis: That’s debatable but this match already getting violent in the early going here but Sarah needs to remember that as much as she can beat him up on the outside, she needs to get the cover in the ring!

Sarah punches away at Eric Price now grabbing him, pulling him up and pushing him into the ring. She quickly then slides into the ring and covers him!

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Zach Davis: And a kickout by Eric Price at two. This fall could determine the momentum of this matchup and it would certainly affect the psyche of both competitors.

Erin Robbins: Oh absolutely because if you start ahead, it will just fuel you to keep going even further and we all know Sarah will do that in a big match like this!

Sarah then gets angry at the count not being for 3 and looks at Eric with disgust and starts disrespectfully slapping him across the face.

Zach Davis: That is incredibly disrespectful, not that it’s new for our owner who has never known the meaning of the word.

Erin Robbins: She’s simply asserting her dominance, as well she should.

Sarah continues to slap Eric disrespectfully across the face and as she does so, Eric from out of nowhere grabs her hand and pushes her down rolling her up!

Erin Robbins: Oh my God, small package!

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Zach Davis: But no, a kick out. And Eric Price almost had Sarah Twilight there for a fall but Sarah just barely managed to get out of that one.

Eric then slowly starts to get up using the ring ropes for leverage as well and Sarah runs on the opposite side and tries to lunge at Eric but Eric quickly moves out of the way and Sarah lands on the outside hitting herself against the announcer’s table as she is down on the outside. Eric senses opportunity and slides out of the ring and surveys her position on the outside. He then starts looking under the ring.

Erin Robbins: And Price slides out of the way as our great leader takes a hit here on our table but she’s okay, just a bit dazed and what’s Price doing here?

Zach Davis: Looks like he’s looking for something under the ring. But what, though?

Eric then pulls out a steel chair as the crowd starts cheering loudly for him.

Erin Robbins: Hey, that’s illegal, that’ll be a disqualification and the fall will go to Sarah Twilight!

Sarah is stirring and slowly getting up. Eric looks at the chair as the referee is both counting and now yelling at Price to give up the chair. But as Sarah is slowly getting up, Eric starts getting ready to swing it.

Erin Robbins: Don’t you do it, this is your boss now!

As Sarah turns around still dazed a bit, Eric hits her with the steel chair right across the head knocking her down on the outside again as the referee calls for the bell. The crowd goes nuts and cheer even more as Eric continues and starts beating Sarah with the chair, hitting her on her back once … twice … three times … four times … five times. He then turns her around and starts ramming her in the mid-section with the steel chair once … twice … thrice … four times … and a fifth shot to the mid-section as Eric raises the chair and smiles, throwing it away.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the first fall via disqualification goes to SARAH TWILIGHT!

The crowd boos loudly at this announcement as Eric simply smirks knowing he beat the hell out of Sarah as he wanted to. The titantron then shows the graphic of Eric Price on the left and Sarah Twilight on the right with the words “Fall #2” in the center and it is … a Tables Match!

Fall #2: Tables Match!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the second fall will be determined by a tables match!

Eric really smiles at the announcement as he starts looking under the ring and quickly pulls out a table and throws it into the ring. He then grabs another tables and starts assembling it on the outside.

Zach Davis: And now we have a tables match! Sarah really taking some damage from those chair shots as I don’t think Eric Price cared about losing the fall as much as he did about simply hurting Sarah Twilight.

Erin Robbins: Exactly. It shows just what kind of a sick and perverted individual he really is to hurt or beloved and magnanimous owner that way.

Zach Davis: Beloved? Magnanimous? You must be talking about a different Sarah Twilight of which I’m clearly not aware.

As Eric finishes assembling the second table at ringside. He grabs Sarah’s body as she has still not gotten up and places it on top of the table. As he tries to leave her straight on the table, Sarah quickly reacts and starts punching away at Eric Price, weakening him as she gets up. She then grabs him by the hair as he tries to fight back against her but cannot. She then pushes him right into the ringpost as his head hits the ring post and he is out in the corner! Sarah then smirks and raises her hand in triumph as the crowd continues to boo her loudly.

Erin Robbins: And now Sarah fighting back … YES! Grabbing Eric and oh wow, his head goes right into the ring post and he’s out!

Sarah then grabs Eric and looks at the table he had setup. She then places his carcass there on top of the table and punches him a few times in the head for good measure. She then slides into the ring and meticulously takes her time getting to the top rope and measuring the jump.

Zach Davis: Sarah now setting up Eric on the table. She’s back in the ring and … now this high risk here.

Sarah is looking ready to jump and hit the diving elbow against Eric however before she can do so, Eric slides off the table and slides back into the ring as Sarah jumps down from the rope into the ring as well. Before Eric can get up however, Sarah quickly approaches him and hits him with a Twilight Zone right on the canvas!

Erin Robbins: Twilight Zone to Eric Price! And he’s out.

Sarah goes back to the outside and looks under the ring and pulls out a 15 foot ladder and slides it into the ring. Sarah then quickly slides back into the ring and starts setting up the ladder and gets it fully setup. She then goes to once again pull up Eric Price to try and set him for another Twilight Zone, Eric out of nowhere grabs Sarah in the face and applies an STF submission hold!

Zach Davis: And looks like Sarah is going to try for another Twilight Zone but wait, Eric Price locked in the STF Submission against Sarah Twilight!

Erin Robbins: A lot of good that’ll do him, this is a tables match so even if she taps out, which she won’t, he cannot win the fall this way!

Zach Davis: That is true however this will do some damage for sure.

Eric really applies the STF even harder now not letting go as Sarah looks almost ready to tap but refuses to do so. Eric continues to have the STF locked in as Sarah is now clearly passed out. Eric then lets go and notices the ladder setup in the ring already. He then looks at the table he had brought in earlier and sets it up in the ring. He then grabs Sarah’s limp body and places it on top of the table. He then looks at the ladder for a moment and the table and smiles.

Erin Robbins: And Sarah Twilight refusing to tap instead passes out from the pain of that hold. Price now taking his time and putting her on the table after setting it up in the ring. And … oh no, don’t you dare!

Zach Davis: Looks like Eric Price is thinking really high risk here … I … no, he can’t possibly do this.

Eric puts one foot on the ladder and steps away nodding that he’s not going to do that to Sarah!

Crowd: Let’s go Eric! Let’s go Eric! Let’s go Eric!

Eric then smiles at the crowd and points at the ladder as the crowd cheers him on to go up the ladder. Eric then decides to go up the ladder and stops at the middle and looks down at the jump. He then decides to climb up all the way to the top of the ladder and looks down at the table where Sarah’s body is strewn.

Zach Davis: This is 15 feet of elevation here, very dangerous here as Eric Price looks to really make a statement here against Sarah Twilight! Price signaling that he’s going to dive with his elbow and hit it straight into Sarah Twilight’s black heart!

Erin Robbins: This is not going to end well I’m afraid.

Eric looks ready and jumps and … Sarah rolls out of the way as Eric crashes right into the table breaking it as the referee calls for the bell! Eric is completely beaten and bruised at this point.

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Kyle Steel: And the winner of the second fall in this Tables Match … SARAH TWILIGHT!

Zach Davis: And Sarah Twilight winning this second fall as well after Eric Price took that very high risk maneuver and unfortunately it did not pay off for him.

The graphic on the titantron is shown again with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #3 is shown in the center.

Fall #3: No Finishers Hardcore Match

Kyle Steel: And the third fall ladies and gentlemen will be determined in a No Finishers Hardcore Match!

Zach Davis: This should be interesting as it’s an environment both of these wrestlers thrive in. Eric Price is still a jumbled heap as he’s still suffering the effects from that failed dive and Sarah wasting little time as she’s up and quickly pulls Price to the corner!

Sarah drags Eric Price to the corner of the ring and stomps away at his mid-section and then puts her foot on his throat effectively choking him for a few seconds as she smirks at her actions. She then slides out of the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair!

Erin Robbins: And choking Price now, she’s looking to make him pay as he so deserves! And now what’s she looking for … oh a steel chair, retribution is coming now!

Sarah slides back into the ring, steel chair in hand as she looks over at Eric Price still mostly out in the corner as she grabs him by the legs to pull him closer to the center of the ring! She then proceeds to start ramming him with the steel chair right in the mid-section!

Zach Davis: And now Price receiving shots with a steel chair right in the mid-section … once … twice … again … again … and again … folks this match is not for the weak of heart. And now she’s simply bashing him with the steel chair repeatedly here … that’s 5 … 7 … 10 chair shots all over to Eric Price who is clearly beaten down here.

Erin Robbins: I don’t think that matters to Sarah … she won’t be satisfied until he is no longer breathing and she is going to make sure this is as painful as she would like it to be.

Sarah then drags Eric’s body out of the ring and she kicks him out as he lands with a thud on the outside as she slides out. She then pulls him up off the ground and looks at him right in the eyes as he’s coming to and she bashes his head right into the announcer’s table!

Zach Davis: Both competitors now on the outside and ouch … Twilight bouncing Price’s head right off of our announcers’ table here.

Eric’s head bouncing off and now he’s half way down kneeling as Sarah notices wire running down on the ground. She grabs it and puts it around Eric’s neck choking him.

Erin Robbins: And now looks like Sarah Twilight is using some of our wiring here and choking the life out of Eric Price.

Eric starts elbowing at Sarah hitting her repeatedly in the mid-section forcing her to loosen her grip.

Zach Davis: And Price hitting Twilight with his elbow forcing her to loosen the choke hold. He then slowly tries to get up but … oh no, a low blow right to Eric Price from Sarah Twilight!

Sarah Twilight hits Eric Price with a low blow to inflict even more pain on him as no disqualification results from this. She then looks under the ring and pulls out a trashcan, a couple of trashcan lids, a kendo stick, and a barbed wire baseball bat. She particularly grabs the barbed wire baseball bat and looks at it with great sadistic pleasure.

Erin Robbins: And Sarah Twilight now looking for some weapons and looks like she found one she particularly liked here in that barbed wire baseball bat!

Zach Davis: Definitely can inflict some major damage with it.

Sarah takes the bat and tries to swing it at Eric but Eric quickly ducks out of the way and as he does, he quickly grabs Sarah by the legs getting her off her feet. He grabs her, lifts her and slams her against the barricade next to the crowd. He then takes a moment to rest and looks at the announcers’ table again as Sarah is slowly stirring trying to get up again. As she slowly gets up, she grabs on her back and ribs as they are in pain from the impact against the barricade.

Erin Robbins: Eric Price ducks the hit from the bat and now he’s got Sarah and … oh no, hits her right against the barricade. And now Price eyeing our desk, what’s he want here?

Zach Davis: I think he wants to finish the job he started and put Sarah Twilight through a table.

Eric walks over and grabs two of the trash can lids and as Sarah slowly gets up, he looks straight at her, grabs the two lids, one in each hand and then slams them both against her head, one from the left, one from the right knocking her down again much to the delight of the fans.

Zach Davis: And talk about some percussion here, Eric Price banging drums here against Sarah Twilight’s head!

Erin Robbins: How could you make jokes at a time like this when our beloved leader is getting hurt. You should be ashamed Zach, ASHAMED!

Eric smiles as he makes his way back to the announcers’ desk with Sarah still dazed from the hit of the lids. He starts removing the cover and the monitors from the desk. He grabs one of the monitors in particular and looks over at Sarah and looks ready to hit her with it. Sarah despite being somewhat out notices this and reaches over the barricade and manages to pick up the ring bell, unbeknownst to Eric.

Zach Davis: And looks like Eric Price is taking our desk apart here and he has some hurtful intentions with our television monitors.

As Eric turns to take the monitor toward Sarah, Sarah throws the ring bell at Eric and it bounces right off of Eric’s head, ringing and knocking him out cold right in front of the announcers’ table, face down. Sarah then smirks as the referee signals toward the ring announcer.

Erin Robbins: And YES … Sarah hits Eric Price right with that ring bell, DING … knocking him out!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, as Sarah Twilight knocked Eric Price out with her finisher known as DING! … the winner of this third fall is … ERIC PRICE!

Sarah looks shocked and pissed off at this announcement as the crowd cheers.

Erin Robbins: What the hell? How can this be?

Zach Davis: It’s simple, this was supposed to be a no finishers hardcore match, Sarah Twilight inadvertently executed one of her finishing maneuvers therefore Eric Price is awarded the fall.

Erin Robbins: That is bogus nonsense.

Zach Davis: It’s the rules of the match whether she likes it or not. So we are now with Sarah Twilight at 2 falls, Eric Price at 1 fall.

The graphic on the titantron is shown yet again with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #4 is shown in the center and it lands on “First Blood Match”.

Fall #4: First Blood Match

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the fourth fall will be decided in a first blood match!

Crowd cheers loudly as Sarah smirks at this type of match

Zach Davis: And now a first blood match!

Sarah approaches Eric’s limp body and drags him over to the ring and rolls him in still face down. She then slides into the ring herself as the bell is restored to its proper place and the table and ladder from earlier had been cleared from the ring already.

As Sarah rolls Eric in, she turns him over and notices his forehead is busted open already. She points this out to the referee who notices this and has the bell rung immediately.

Zach Davis: And looks like Eric Price is already busted open, most likely from the ring bell being thrown at him and this fall is a wash.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the fourth fall is … SARAH TWILIGHT!

Crowd boos loudly

The graphic on the titantron is shown again with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #5 is shown in the center. And this time it is … a “Steel Cage Match”.

Fall #5: Steel Cage Match

Kyle Steel: And the fifth fall of this matchup will be decided in a Steel Cage Match. The only way to win this match is by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage!

A cage is being lowered toward the ring as Sarah and Eric are in there, Eric looking up as Sarah smirks and grabs Eric and tries to put his head in the path of the lowering cage!

Zach Davis: NOW COME ON! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!

Erin Robbins: She’s the owner of this company, she can do whatever she pleases!

As the cage continues to lower, getting ever closer to Eric’s head, Eric kicks away at Sarah and just manages to roll out of the way of the cage and onto the outside as Sarah remains inside the cage. Eric looks on in horror, his blood stained face full of rage now. He quickly notices a steel chair on the outside and the barbed wire baseball bat dropped earlier. He smirks and grabs both items as he heads toward the entrance of the cage!

Erin Robbins: Now this is not fair, what is he doing with those weapons?

Zach Davis: Turnabout is fair play and considering what Sarah Twilight has done to Price over the last year, I cannot blame him.

Eric takes his time stepping into the steel cage as Sarah simply glares at him in disgust as he throws the barbed wire baseball bat to his side and carries on with the steel chair in the cage as Sarah comes at him, Eric rams her in the mid-section yet again with the steel chair as the cage door is locked and the fifth fall gets underway! He then takes the steel chair and hits her in the back with it once … twice … again … a total of 10 chair shots to the back. He then gets on his knees as Sarah is still rather out of it from the chair shots and proceeds to start choking her, both his hands wrapped around her throat!

Zach Davis: And those were some vicious chair shots and now Price literally choking Twilight out, that’s what she gets for trying to kill him earlier!

Erin Robbins: This is not fair, someone needs to stop this madman!

As Eric chokes the life out of Sarah, he starts pulling her by the hair, looking possessed and slams her toward the steel cage, bashing her face right into the cage! Eric then pulls her back and rolls her up for a cover!

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Zach Davis: And no … a kick out at 2! This is becoming more and more perverse as the match wears on.

Eric then grabs the barbed wire baseball bat and hits Sarah in the back with it. He then rubs it across Sarah’s face slowly and painfully, with a huge smile on his face busting her open in the process.

Erin Robbins: Someone stop this, this is not right!

Zach Davis: It’s a question of how much pain can the human anatomy withstand. These two have so far nearly killed each other and now both are busted open, crimson masks for their labor.

As Eric does this, he then stops, throws the baseball bat away and slowly gets up, triumphantly making his way toward the door of the steel cage trying to exit but before he can do so, Sarah from out of nowhere grabs him by his pants and rolls him up, cover!

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Zach Davis: And almost another fall awarded to Sarah Twilight here, she is very resilient here as is Eric Price for going this far in the match.

As Eric is still coming to, Sarah takes advantage and hits him with a faceplant DDT right onto the canvas! Sarah smirks and rolls him over to cover him again!

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Erin Robbins: And another kick out! Come on ref!

Sarah looks a bit perturbed but decides to proceed and she lifts Eric and sets him up for a Twilight Zone and it connects! She rolls him over for the cover yet again!

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Zach Davis: And NO! Yet another kickout! My God, Eric Price really hanging on here!

Erin Robbins: What does it take to put Eric Price away here?!

Zach Davis: Sarah is clearly frustrated but then looks up the cage and decides to start climbing up for escape!

Erin Robbins: Come on Sarah, climb up that cage, she’s almost at the top!

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Sarah is slowly reaching the top and as she does, Eric slowly gets up and notices this and quickly rises and starts climbing up the cage in pursuit of her! Sarah reaches the top of the cage and tries to kick Eric down but Eric manages to avoid most of the kicks and move to the side and as she tries to begin climbing down, Eric grabs her leg and stops her from attempting to do so!

Zach Davis: And both competitors now in a precarious position, Eric Price pulling Sarah Twilight stopping her from climbing down. Eric Price standing on top of the cage as Sarah is seated and trips him up as he lands on the cage and … ow … that’s gotta hurt!

Eric is knocked down on the top of the cage and ends up with the family jewels being hurt by the steel at the top of the cage as he is forced to sit down. Sarah then starts punching away at him taking advantage of the pain he is in and manages to punch him once, twice, three times in the head to the point where he loses his balance and falls back down to the canvas!

Erin Robbins: Oh my God, Eric falling right back down to the canvas from the top of the cage! Sarah’s on top of the cage, she can take this fall!

Zach Davis: Sarah looking over getting ready to climb down but … wait a minute.

Sarah looks over the side to climb down but then surveys a fallen Eric Price in the center of the ring and makes her way to a corner of the cage and looks down once more at the side where she could climb down outside the cage and then back inside where Eric is still out!

Zach Davis: Now hold on a second, Sarah think about this … this is not smart.

Erin Robbins: No … don’t do this!

Zach Davis: Very high risk and she’s calling for it! Diving elbow drop to Eric Price and … OH NO … nobody home as Eric Price rolls out of the way!

Sarah makes the jump with the diving elbow drop however before she lands, Eric rolls out of the way just barely and she lands on the canvas and is out for the time being!

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

Eric slowly getting up asks for the steel cage door to be opened as Sarah is barely coming to. She sees Eric Price going through the door however, she can barely drag herself and simply remains in the center of the ring as Eric triumphantly walks down the ring steps outside the cage and onto the floor as the bell is rung!

Kyle Steel: And here is the winner of the fifth fall … ERIC PRICE!

Eric smirks back at Sarah Twilight who is still nearly out in the center of the ring from the failed jump from the top of the steel cage!

Zach Davis: High risk did not pay off for Sarah Twilight and Eric Price wins the fall. Half way through this hellacious match and we are at Sarah Twilight with 3 falls, Eric Price with 2 falls. And still 5 more falls to go, my God, how much punishment can the human body take?

Erin Robbins: Let’s find out how badly Eric Price wants this because we know that Sarah Twilight is ready to inflict more pain on him!

Zach Davis: Well, it's now three falls to two. This contest has been nothing short of crazy already! And we're only halfway through it!

Erin Robbins: But Sarah is ahead. Which of course, isn't surprising at all. She knew what she was doing making this match. Eric can't last with her. Two more falls and he is sent packing.

Zach Davis: I believe Eric Price has been holding his own just fine. A few mistakes early on, but he seems more focused now. He realizes that being rash is going to cost him. He's down a fall yet, and I expect he looks to tie it up in this next fall.

The graphic on the titantron is shown again with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #6 is shown in the center. And this time it is … a “Falls Count Anywhere Street Fight”.

Fall #6: Falls Count Anywhere Street Fight

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen ... the following fall will be decided in a falls count anywhere Street Fight!!!

As the cage is raised back high above the ring. Eric's smirk widens at the prospect of a fall count anywhere Street Fight. He starts up the ramp as something catches his eye.

Zach Davis: Uh oh, Eric has an idea. This isn't going to be good for Sarah.

Erin Robbins: This is disgusting, and look at that goofy grin on your face! You love every second of it.

Zach Davis: I think I speak for everyone when I saw ... that yes, I am happy to see Sarah Twilight get what she deserves.

Eric continues up the ramp as the crowd is firmly behind him. Sarah begins to stir in the middle of the ring and starts back to her feet. Eric starts pulling on a VERY heavy piece of stage equipment that holds additional speakers, amps, and various other sound equipment. A weary Eric tugs and pulls at the large box, attempting to place it for optimal use.

Erin Robbins: What the hell is he doing? He can't lift that!

Zach Davis: I don't think he wants to ... But I do think he has an idea on how he's gonna use it!

Eric struggles some more with the heavy piece of equipment, dragging it inch by inch toward the stage. Meanwhile, Sarah has gotten back to her feet and made her way out of the ring as well. She collects one of the steel folding chairs used earlier and heads up the ramp unbeknownst to Eric.

Zach Davis: Uh oh! Eric better watch out!

Erin Robbins: He's being stalked by a PISSED OFF Sarah Twilight! Get his ass! Get him!

The crowd begins to boo loudly and this gets Eric's attention. He stops tugging away at the stage equipment and turns around JUST in time to be BLASTED in the face with the steel chair. Sarah wails the chair at him over and over and over again.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Eric is sent tumbling down onto the stage as Sarah remains in pursuit. Welts forming on Eric's back and ribs where he had been repeatedly assaulted throughout the night. She swings the chair again and Eric manages to roll out of the way this time. The chair CLANKS off of the steel entrance way. Eric takes this oppotunity and ke icks at Sarah's knee, causing her to buckle and fall down to one knee. Eric is dripping blood, as is Sarah, and despite being battle weary, he knows this is his chance. He forces himself up through the pain and grabs hold of Sarah by her hair ... and he RUNS her right into the entrance wall! Sarah is sent crashing through the frame and tumbles to the backstage area. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD! Is she alright?!

Zach Davis: Anything goes in a street fight and Eric Price is livid! This fight has just been taken to the backstage area.

Sarah staggers back to her feet with Eric in hot pursuit. He grabs hold of the first thing he can find ... a lead pipe and he approaches the sadistic redhead. He swings the pipe at her head with all his might and she ducks the shot! Backing off a bit as Eric keeps after her.

Erin Robbins: Come on, a pipe?! Stop being a coward, Eric!

Zach Davis: Under these rules, there's nothing wrong with it. If the tables were turned, you'd be all for it.

Eric swings the pipe again, again agin Sarah avoids it. As Eric's swing passes, she kicks him in the groin and he doubles over, dropping the pipe. Sarah grabs him by the back of the head and SMASHES his head into a door to their left. Eric falls through the doorway and into the room ... which turns out, is the men's bathroom. Eric falls into the linoleum floor and Sarah follows in after him. Luckily, no one is currently using the facilities.

Erin Robbins: I feel so sorry for her ... it must really stink in there!

Zach Davis: I don't think choice of venue is of concern to either of them right now. This is personal!

Eric starts back to his feet as Sarah grabs hold of him again and SLAMS his head right off of a urinal. Eric falls flat on the tile floor and lays motionless. Sarah drops down, covering him as the referee ... who reluctnatly followed them into the restroom drops down and slaps his hand against the cold linoleum for the count.

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Eric manages to get a shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Eric manages to save himself there! This could have been bad at a four to two count.

Erin Robbins: But his eyes are glazed over. There's not much left ... trust me on that!

Sarah, furious drags Eric across the floor, violently swinging open one of the stalls and she forces his head right into the toilet bowl! Eric's arms flail about rapidly as Sarah attempts to drown him in a toilet stall!

Zach Davis: I think I'm going to be sick ... let's hope there wasn't a floater in there!

Erin Robbins: Ewww ... I ... just ugh!

Eric continues to struggle as Sarah forcefully shoves his face further and further into the bowl. Eric takes his hands now and presses them firmly against the sides of the toilet and begins pushing hismelf up as Sarah continues to push him down. His need for air is growing desperately more intense and he finally lifts his head up far enough where he can turn his face to the side ... and as he spins around, he spits water into Sarah's face! She backs off instantly and wipes the water away from her in disgust!

Zach Davis: And Sarah now getting a face full of toilet water!

Erin Robbins: I think it's worse that Eric had it in his mouth .... ewwww!

Zach Davis: I ... unfortunately have to agree there.

Sarah is completely disgusted as she wipes the toilet water away from her face. Eric has the time to catch his breath and he doesn't hesitate once he's taken a few breaths in. He rushes at Sarah and SHOVES her back into the entrance door of the restroom, sending her back out into the hallway. Eric spits a few times to alleviate the taste of toilet water in his own mouth and follows Sarah into the hall. He pulls her up by the hair, lifting her up and LAUNCHING her into a doorway on the other side of the hall. Sarah CRASHES through the door, breaking it as she hits it and tumbles along on the fllor. Several female screams can be heard as startled women rush to cover themselves. The fight has made its way into the women's locker room. Aubree Celeste, Chelsea Black Armstrong, among others cover themselves as cameras, Eric, the referee and the currently downed Sarah Twilight enter the room.

Zach Davis: Oh boy ... well folks, these type of things can end up anywhere ... and we mean anywhere!

Erin Robbins: What a pervert! Eric just wanted to peep in on all of the women in their unmentionables.

Zach Davis: I highly doubt he knew in advance that it was the women's locker room ... y'know, as he was tossing Sarah through it!

The women all back off as Eric moves in, hauling Sarah up by the hair again. It doesn't take long for him to find something to inflict more damage upon her as a few of the lockers were still open. Eric takes Sarah's head and places it against the open locker and ...

BAM!

CRACK!

CRACK!

BAM!

SLAM!

Over and over again he slams the door closed onto her head! The crowd is going absolutely wild. Sarah slumps down after the final doorslam into her head. Eric wastes no time in going for the cover. Referee into position.

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Sarah pushes a shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Holy crap! I've never seen two people take a beating like this and just keep going!

Erin Robbins: Did you see what he just did?! That was not right! I am outraged!

Zach Davis: Oh put a sock in it!

Eric is a bit frustrated as Sarah kicks out. He looks around for something else to cement the fall as his own. He settles on a hot curling iron that is left sitting on one of the benches as the women had to scramble out of the way. He takes the hot iron in hand and he moves in at Sarah.

Erin Robbins: You've gotta be kidding me! This can't be allowed to happen!

Zach Davis: Oh it's allowed ... and well deserved to boot!

Eric forces the curling iron down at Sarah, but she uses her knees and her hands to keep him at bay. She desperately looks around for something ... anything to get herself out of this situation. She notices something to her liking but Eric is forcing down all of his weight, bringing the curling iron dangerously close to Sarah's face. Finally she kicks him back with all of her might, forcing him back against the wall. Sarah scrambles to grab hold of what she had set sights on.

Zach Davis: What is she going to do here?

Erin Robbins: Anything she damn well wants to!

Sarah grabs hold of a can of hair spray and she fumbles in one of her pockets as Eric starts moving back in with the curling iron. Finally, Sarah gets hold of what was in her pocket and as Eric leans in, she sparks a lighter in front of his face and sprays the hairspray right into the flame. A FIREBALL thrusts at Eric's face, backing him off as he holds his face, screaming in agony.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Eric staggers around, holding his eyes and the rest of his face as Sarah makes it back to her feet.

Zach Davis: Eric's blinded! He's been blinded!

Erin Robbins: I am loving every second of this! Get him Sarah!

Eric staggers blindly, RIGHT into Sarah who hauls him up and CRASHES him down THROUGH the wooden bench with the TWILIGHT ZONE! The crowd boos heavily at this and she drapes an arm over him, making the cover. Referee in position.

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3....!

Kyle Steel: The sixth fall has been awarded to SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

Eric lays among the twisted wooden debris as Sarah takes a moment to collect herself now. Back at ringside we are preparing to find out what the next fall would be.

Zach Davis: Things are not looking good for Eric Price. Fols if you're just joining us, the official tally as it stands is Sarah Twilight with four falls to her credit ... Eric Price with only two falls.

Erin Robbins: I don't know why you'd expect anything different. This is Sarah's match ... she came up with the idea, she is going to thrive and it's showing right now.

The graphic on the titantron is shown again with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #7 is shown in the center. And this time it is … a “Blindfolded Bullrope Match"

Sarah sits up with a smirk upon her face as she grabs hold of Eric and begins dragging him out of the women's locker room.

Zach Davis: Well, this fall won't actually take place until they're both back in the ring. But Eric Price is pretty out of it right now.

Erin Robbins: Another victory looms on the horizon for Sarah Twilight. Which is fine by me.

The prospect of dragging Eric all the way back to the ring is something that would take quite a while. Luckily as they enter the hallway again, Sarah spots a stretcher unattended in the corner. She struggles a bit to place Eric onto the gurney, but manages. And she begins wheeling him back toward the ring, much to the crowd's dismay.

Erin Robbins: And here they come!

Sarah sends the stretcher down the ramp in ghost ride fashion as Eric is sent barrelling into the side of the ring. He falls from the stretcher and crashes onto the floor outside. Sarah takes her time getting into the ring. The referee joins her as a few additional referees emerge from the back to assist Eric Price back into the ring. Once bothe competitors are inside, they are secured to a bullrope on one arm, Sarah's left arm and Eric's right arm. A set of handcuffs is places around their wrists and around the bullrope in order to ensure they remian secured to it. Once both are attached to the bullrope, a black cloth blindfold bag is placed over each of their heads.

Zach Davis: This is going to be interesting. Neither competitor can see the other. They have to be cautious here as one mistake is even more risky than usual.

Erin Robbins: They both have to be aware of their environment ... which is easier said than done under these conditions.

Both of them are slow and wary as they inch toward one another, having to feel outward to know when they've come upon one another. Sarah is the first to react as the two come into contact and she sends a kick forward that catches Eric in the gut. Once he doubles over, she reaches out, and when she feels the cloth bag, she grabs his head and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Eric lies on the canvas and Sarah covers him, unsure of whether or not his shoulders are even flat down. Referee gets into position.

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2...

Eric shoots a shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Near fall there. It could have been a five to three contest if that had happened.

Erin Robbins: Oh don't worry, it will happen soon enough.

Sarah is first back to her feet, but now has lost track of Eric as she starts moving around, looking for him. Eric slowly makes it to his feet and starts feeling his way around for Sarah. The two are headed in complete opposite directions of one another. Eric is the first to catch wind of this as he feels a bit of tension pulling on the bullrope. He turns, grabbing the rope with both hands and he TUGS. Sarah is pulled toward him and he times it pefectly ... LEVELING her with a clothesline. Eric falls onto her now and goes for the cover. Referee again in position.

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Sarah shoots a shoulder up this time!

Zach Davis: Now Eric with a near fall, looking to close the gap some.

Erin Robbins: He's got a long way to go, I'll tell you that much.

Eric is now first to his feet, though he keeps hold of Sarah to ensure he doesn't lose track of her. He brings her up only to be caught with a stiff kick to the gut, again doubling him over. Sarah hauls him up for another Twilight Zone tonight ... But Eric slides out of it, landing behind her. He in turn lifts her up for the Ca$h Flow! And Sarah now wiggles herself free. However, as she slides off, the bullrope it entangles her, pinning her arms against Eric's back. Eric stumbles around a bit, knowing he has Sarah on his back, but he isn't aware she's inadvertently pinned there.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight is caught up! Eric doesn't have a clue though.

Erin Robbins: Come on ref, do your job! Untangle her!

Eric continues to walk around the ring, trying to figure out how exactly to get Sarah off of his back and mount an offense. He still isn't aware that she's caught there ... until he pulls at the rope and notices the extreme amount of tension in it.

Zach Davis: I think Eric has just figured out Sarah's got nowhere to go.

Erin Robbins: Ugh! Ref, come on!

Eric drops to his knees and leans forward, placing Sarah into a backslide position. Her shoulders slide down and fall against the canvas, and this further tightens the rope, leaving her no room to move at all. She kicks her legs violently, trying to get free of the predicament. Referee is in position.

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Kyle Steel: Fall number seven is awarded to ERIC PRICE!!!

Erin Robbins: How is that fair?! The rope tangled her up!

Zach Davis: How should I know? I mean it WAS a bullrope match after all ... those things happen.

Finally, the referee untangles the rope enough to where Sarah is able to free herself off of Eric's back. The referee continues with his duties as he undoes the bullrope, removing it, and the handcuffs from Eric's wrist. Finally he removes the blindfold. Eric, now able to see ... notices Sarah there still connected to the rope and still blindfolded. He picks up his former end of the rope and starts VIOLENTLY crashing it down against her back and arms!

Erin Robbins: The fall is over! Disqualify him for this! Sarah needs to have her blindfold removed! This isn't right!

Zach Davis: Fall might be over ... but the match isn't. I don't blame Eric one bit for what he's doing here. Sarah deserves every last bit of it.

Once more we see the graphic on the titantron with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #8 is shown in the center. And this time it is … a "Branding Iron Match!"

Eric gets in a few final lashes until the referee finally separates him from Sarah. At this time, a complete electric branding iron set up is wheeled out toward the ring. Most noticeable are the two branding irons themselves ... one bearing the shape of a pentacle, and the other the shape of a dollar sign.

Kyle Steel: The following fall will be decided in a Branding Iron match! The only way to win this fall is to successfully brand your opponent!

Zach Davis: Oh good God! How much more barbaric can we get?!

Erin Robbins: Someone is leaving here with a permanent reminder of what they've had to endure here tonight. I sure hope it isn't Sarah!

Zach Davis: I don't think I want to see either of them get branded ... this is a bit much!

The branding irons are plugged in at ringside and begin to heat up right away. Finally, the referee manages to get the bullrope removed from Sarah as well as her blindfold. When he finally undoes the handcuffs, she grabs them away from him, taking them in her hand.

Zach Davis: Oh no! What is this about now.

Erin Robbins: Insurance policy!

Once Eric sees the referee discard the rope and blindfold, he moves in right after Sarah to continue where he left off. However, Sarah instead clocks him in the face with the handcuffs ... using them like brass knuckles!! Eric falls back on the canvas, more blood pouring from his already battered face. Sarah is in no better shape herself.

Erin Robbins: I think I like what is going on here!

Zach Davis: I sure as hell don't.

Sarah takes the handcuffs in her hand and she attaches one end of them to Eric's wrist, and the other to the bottom rope while Eric remained dazed. The crowd begins to boo massively. Sarah heads to the outside, collecting the bullrope from the previous fall. Eric finally realizes what his predicament is and he struggles to free himself to no avail.

Erin Robbins: Eric is gonna get his now!

Zach Davis: This is despicable ... utterly despicable.

Erin Robbins: What was it you said earlier? Oh ... if the tables were turned, it'd be okay wouldn't it?

Sarah heads back into the ring and begins WHIPPING Eric with the bullrope over and over again, leaving lashes across the bare skin of his back. The crowd is in high protest as she enjoys tormenting her foe with a sick sadistic grin the entire time. She glances to the electric branding irons a few times until she notices that they are red hot. Eric continues to struggle desperately. The referee retrieves the key to release him.

Erin Robbins: Oh, he releases Eric from the handcuffs, but wouldn't untangle Sarah from the rope? This is bullshit!

Zach Davis: I don't think handcuffs are an essential part of this contest, honestly.

Sarah retrieves the branding iron that displayed the symbol of a pentacle, much like the one she wore around her neck. She grins wickedly as she slides into the ring with the brand. The referee fidgits with the key trying to free Eric Price. However, Sarah abrudtly ends the rescue attempt as she kicks the key from his hands, sending it somewhere ringside. Eric looks up at Sarah as he starts to slide himself down the rope away from her until he has nowhere left to go.

Zach Davis: I can't watch this ... I just can't!

Erin Robbins: I want to see it. I want to see Eric scream!

Eric kicks furiously to keep Sarah at bay, but it is of no help from his current position. Without mercy, Sarah forces the red hot branding iron down into Eric's chest. The sizzle of the hot steel meeting his flesh can be heard just before his screams of agony. Many in the crowd gasp in horror as Sarah takes a twisted enjoyment at her deed. She does not relent as she continues to press the brand into his flesh.

Zach Davis: Oh God! I can't take it! I can't ... UGH UGH!

Erin Robbins: Haha! That's right Eric, you're forever Sarah's bitch now!

The referee finally backs Sarah away from Eric ... but she'd left the brand on his flesh for so long that it is now STUCK to his chest. Carefully the ref tries to remove the iron as Eric screams in complete pain. A few other referees emerge from the back to assist. Eventually they do manage to pull the branding iron from Eric's flesh. It leaves behind the dark red, blood stained emblem of a pentagram behind, burned deep into his flesh. Finally, with verification of the brand, the announcement is made.

Kyle Steel: Fall number eight has been awarded to SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

Erin Robbins: FIVE! It's five falls to three! Sarah only needs one more fall and it's OVER for Eric Price!

Zach Davis: I hate to say it, but things are looking bleak for Eric Price right now. Sarah Twilight created this match ... she came in with a plan, and so far it's been working. I ... I just don't see how Eric can come back from this.

Erin Robbins: He's not going to. This is Sarah's playground, it's Sarah's landscape and right now, Eric is finding out the hard way what she is capable of.

Zach Davis: It's do or die right now for Eric Price!

Again we are taken to the graphic on the video wall with Eric Price and Sarah Twilight’s pictures on the left and right respectively as Fall #9 is shown in the center. And this time it is … a "Handicap Match!"

Zach Davis: Oh no! Oh no! As if things couldn't GET any worse for Eric Price ... now ..of all times?

Erin Robbins: This is perfect! You couldn't even ask for anything better right now. Buh-bye Eric!

Eric notices the graphic and he sighs heavily. The look on his face shows defeat as he knows this is the worst time in the entire match for something like this to happen. Sarah looks at the graphic with a huge smirk upon her face.

Kyle Steel: The following fall will be decided in a Handicap Match!

Once again, Eric's picture and Sarah's picture are shown on the screen. They begin to alternate back and forth between one another.

Kyle Steel: And the person to whom will receive the advantage in this handicap match is ...

Rapidly the images change over and over again. Sarah, Eric, Sarah, Eric, Sarah, Eric. Finally the images begin to slow down and eventually it comes to a stop.

Zach Davis: Oh my!

Erin Robbins: Are you KIDDING ME?!

Kyle Steel: ERIC PRICE!!!

The crowd cheers WILDLY. Eric can't believe it ... however, he is still handcuffed to the bottom rope. Sarah is LIVID and can't believe what just took place.

Kyle Steel: As agreed by both participants before the match ... because they have each not selected partners ... at this time, anyone from the back who would like to assist Eric Price in this fall should make their way onto the stage!

MORE cheers from the crowd. Sarah glares toward the entrance ramp as Jorge Diaz, as well as Matthew and Stacy Robinson make their way from the back.

Zach Davis: Ohhoho! Now we're talking!

Erin Robbins: Any one of those idiots who even THINK about getting into that ring should be fired on the spot! That is their BOSS in there!

Jorge Diaz is a bit overanxious as he sprint down to the ring, not ever waiting on Matthew or Stacy.

Zach Davis: And here comes Jorge Diaz!

He slides into the ring and charges at Sarah. She in turns launches him over the top rope and he CRASHES head first into the side of the announce table.

Erin Robbins: And there goes Jorge Diaz ... thanks for coming ... idiot!

Stacy Robinson makes her way into the ring and charges at Sarah in her own right for a tackle. Sarah starts sending clubbing fists across her back. The two women are soon in an all out brawl. Matt Robinson heads into the ring and starts trying to help free Eric Price from the handcuffs.

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson has no love lost for Sarah Twilight. She's out here to get her some!

Erin Robbins: I can't believe the audacity of these people! This can't be tolerated!

Stacy continues to trade blows with Sarah until the Mistress of Mischief catches her in the gut with a knee. She hauls Stacy up for the TWILIGHT ZONE! But out of nowhere SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG with a spinning heel kick to Sarah's face! She drops Stacy and stumbles back. Robinson turns from his attempts at freeing Eric and TOTAL PUNISHMENT!!! Sarah is sent CRASHING into the canvas and rolls herself out of the ring. The crowd is cheering wildly once again.

Zach Davis: And now Sarah is getting a first hand glimpse of what retribution is all about! All of these people whom she's wronged these past several months and now she's getting hers!

Erin Robbins: This is an outrage! Seifer Black Armstrong doesn't even work here anymore! This can't stand! Disqualify Eric Price RIGHT NOW!

Zach Davis: That's not going to happen ... anyone who wants to get involved can. Kinda nice when Sarah's own rules backfire on her.

Seifer and Matt now help Eric free of his shackles as they remove the handcuffs from the rope, but are unable to remove it from his wrist. He has had some time to recover from what he'd endured earlier. Eric politely waves off the group and insists that he wants to handle it from here. They nod and exit the ring, wishing him luck. Sarah slowly makes it back into the ring defiantly and stands with a wicked smirk upon her face as she stares at Eric.

Erin Robbins: Look at how courageous. She just took on four people and is still in this thing.

Zach Davis: She's stubborn, I'll give her that.

Eric chuckles a bit at Sarah who doesn't seem to be amused that he seems to think she;s spent. However, Eric isn't chuckling at that and the crowd begins to REALLY POP as JEFF PURSE slides into the ring behind Sarah. Eric simple moves his gaze to look over Sarah's shoulder for a moment.

Erin Robbins: What?! Come on... this is enough! Sarah's already had to deal with the Robinsons and Seifer! This is not right!

Sarah notices Eric looking behind her as the crowd's cheers elevate. She turns around and Purse fires off ...

Zach Davis: THE SPOKE!!!

Erin Robbins: NO! NO!

Sarah is spun around by the blow and stumbles right into the waiting arms of Eric Price who FLOORS her with the REVERSAL OF FORTUNE!!! The crowd POPS again. Jeff Purse flips Twilight off just before exiting the ring. Referee in position and the crowd counts along.

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Kyle Steel: Fall number nine is awarded to ERIC PRICE!!!

Zach Davis: And Eric Price is still in this thing. The falls are now, Sarah with five, and Eric with four. Though it is still very much so do or die here.

Erin Robbins: This is a travesty. This match should already be over and have been awarded to Sarah Twilight. Jeff Purse had no business out here! UGH!

The graphic displays once more showing Eric and Sarah respectively with Fall#10 in the center of the screen. This time the match will be a ... "Hell In A Cell" Match"

Zach Davis: Oh boy! The stakes just got raised now.

Erin Robbins: I am still pissed that we're even this far. Eric should be finished with already.

Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? After all that Sarah Twilight has done to that man, people want to see him get a measure of retribution. This is his chance ... perhaps his last chance as it is still do or die for Eric Price. I for one, hope he pulls it through.

Erin Robbins: All that Sarah's done to Eric? He married her sister in some sick game to get under her skin. He's been jealous of her since forever and I think it's about time she put him down! Sarah is going to walk away with her head held high!

The cell is lowered as both Eric and Sarah are still worse for wear. Eric having had some recuperation time since the branding iron match, though he was still VERY beat up. Sarah was in no better shape after all that she'd endured tonight. The referee calls for the bell of the tenth fall as Eric and Sarah make it up to their feet. Despite being battle weary and broken, they still fight as bitter rivals, meeting in the center of the ring once again and exchanging blows. Eric blocks one of Sarah's shots and sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip. She catches herself against the ropes, but Eric follows her in and clotheslines her over the top.

Zach Davis: You'd think the entire thing just started with how these two are going at one another!

Erin Robbins: Hatred is a very good motivator.

Eric hops down to the outside after Sarah and he hauls her to her feet. She nails him in the gut with an elbow and takes his face, RAKING is along the mesh cage. More blood pours from Eric's face now. For good measure, she SLAMS his head off of the cell wall a few times before rolling him back into the ring.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight handing out the punishment right now. Eric is in trouble!

Erin Robbins: This is where Sarah ends this once and for all! I am excited!

Sarah stalks Eric like prey as he crawls along the canvas, trying to make it back to his feet. As he turns over to push himself up, she strikes, wrapping up his arms and placing her calves against the back of his neck .... SPELLBOUND! Eric screams out in agony as she applies pressure.

Erin Robbins: Yes! Make him beg! Make him beg just like you did at Abject Humiliation!

Zach Davis: Sarah is looking to end this fall, which if she is victorious would be the final fall ... with a submission! What a statement to make!

Sarah wrenches the hold tighter and torques his arms as much as she can. Eric continues to scream in agony but he refuses to submit. He struggles in the hold for quite some time.

Sarah Twilight: QUIT YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!

Eric Price: NO!

Eric continues to battle the pain as Sarah wrenches the hold even more tightly. Eric shifts himself back and forth trying to find a way out of the hold.

Zach Davis: Eric is in a lot of trouble here! How much longer can he hang on?

Erin Robbins: Just give up! End your misery!

Finally, Eric has an idea as he leans his head back, pushing against Sarah's legs. He grits his teeth as this causes him even more pain, but it creates enough separation that when he thrusts his head forward he is able to pry him arms free of the hold. The crowd cheers!

Zach Davis: He escapes! Eric Price escapes Spellbound!!!

Erin Robbins: How the hell?!

Eric is holding his neck and rubbing his sore shoulders in alternation as Sarah rolls back to her feet. She rushes at Eric for a swift snap kick to the face which he avoids. As she turns back toward him, he pulls her in for a backbreaker!

Zach Davis: This is his chance! Eric has to do something here!

Erin Robbins: He can't do anything, look at the shape of him!

Eric does however, manage to keep the pressure on as he follows up the backbreaker by grabbing hold of Sarah's legs and applying a Sharpshooter! The crowd cheers once again.

Crowd: BREAK THAT BITCH! BREAK THAT BITCH! BREAK THAT BITCH! BREAK THAT BITCH!

It is now Sarah who is in agony on the canvas as Eric arches back, applying as much pressure as possible. Sarah is struggling to endure the pain.

Zach Davis: And now it's Sarah who is in trouble here! If she taps, this one is tied up at five a piece!

Erin Robbins: No way! No way she gives up ... she just ... can't!

Zach Davis: You don't sound very confident there, Erin.

Sarah groans in pain, but she refuses to give up. Eric arches back as far as he can go, trying to break her in half.

Eric Price: GIVE IT UP! GIVE UP OR I WILL SNAP YOUR SPINE!

Sarah Twilight: FUCK YOU!!

Zach Davis: Sarah has nowhere to go, she may have no choice but to submit here.

Erin Robbins: Eric doesn't have some crooked referee to ring the bell for him this time. No chance!

Sarah continues in agony as Eric wrenches the hold tighter. Sarah uses her hands to push herself just a few inches up off the canvas and she yells out in excruciating pain as she was pushing against Eric's own toque, but she gets up far enough to roll underneath into a tuck and free herself from the hold.

Zach Davis: These two ... I have no words ... simply amazing! Both of them looked to be at the point of no return and somehow managed to free themselves. Wow!

Erin Robbins: I think they are far too stubborn to verbally admit defeat here. It's going to take something epic to end this.

Sarah and Eric are panting, exhausted and battered beyond repair as they crawl back to their feet. Again they start exchanging blows with one another in the center of the ring. They battle back to their feet and are right back where they left off. Eric with an Irish whip attempt on Sarah, but she reverses it this time and sends him instead toward the turnbuckle. Eric hits the turnbuckle and flips over the top ... hitting his head on the ringpost on his way to the outside!

Zach Davis: Eric may be out! Did you SEE the way his head hit that steel?!

Erin Robbins: I think this one is over.

Sarah makes her way to the outside and ignores the fallen Eric Price, instead she searches under the ring, removing a pair of bolt cutters.

Zach Davis: Oh my GOD! What is she going to do here?

Erin Robbins: Whatever it is ... I'm sure I'll like it!

Sarah heads over to the door of the structure and cuts through the lock that keeps them enclosed inside. The crowd boos as she emerges from the cage and begins to climb to the top.

Zach Davis: What is she thinking here?

Erin Robbins: I'm not sure ...

After several moments, Eric makes it to his feet and notcies Sarah atop the cage. He too exits the structure and makes his ascent.

Zach Davis: This is about to get BAD! I can feel it.

Erin Robbins: Violence ... nothing wrong with it.

Eric reaches the top of the cage only to be ambushed by Sarah who doesn't allow him to get to his feet and instead stomps away at him. She drags him to the center of the top of the cage and struggles to haul him up. When she does, she PLANTS him into the mesh roof with a DDT, weakening the top of the structure as it indents downward.

Zach Davis: Things are not looking good for Eric ... but he has to march on. This is do or die Eric!

Erin Robbins: Sarah has him exactly where she wants him. This is the end!

Sarah takes Eric's face and she repeatedly SLAMS it into the cage roof ...

SLAM!

WHAM!

SLAM!

WHAM!

SLAM!

Eric looks to be completely out of it as the cage roof bounces and indents even more. The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: He might be out cold again! Come on Eric ... don't go out like this!

Erin Robbins: It's elementary here. Eric is finished!

Sarah agains struggles to haul Eric to his feet, moreso than before as she was lifting two hundred fifty pounds of dead weight. Finally, she gets him to his feet and she looks him right in the eye with disgust as she lifts him up for one final Twilight Zone!

Zach Davis: Oh my god no!

Erin Robbins: Yes! This is the perfec way to end this all!

But Eric slides out! He slides out of it and as Sarah turns around, he grabs hold of her ....

Zach Davis: CA$H FLOW! OH MY GOD! CA$H FLOW ON THE ROOF!

Erin Robbins: WHAT?! NO!

The force of the maneuever sends BOTH Eric and Sarah crashing THROUGH the roof of the cage and onto the floor below! The crowd is in an UPROAR right now.

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

Both competitors lay motionless for a long while as the referee is unsure of what to do at this point.

Zach Davis: They're both out. It's over ... this match can't even continue.

Erin Robbins: GREAT! Sarah wins by default! I like that idea.

The crowd is hushed as neither of them move at all until finally, Eric is able to roll himself over and drape an arm over Sarah. The crowd erupts again!

Zach Davis: I can't believe it! Eric Price able to make the cover!

Erin Robbins: That ... isn't possible!

Referee in position ....

1...

2...

3...!!

Kyle Steel: The winner of fall number ten is ERIC PRICE! This leaves us TIED at five falls a piece! This contest will now head into SUDDEN DEATH and be contested under LAST PERSON STANDING RULES!

Zach Davis: HE DID IT! He tied it up! I don't believe it!

Erin Robbins: YOU don't believe it? I don't believe it! Had it not been for that unfair handicap match ... this wouldn't be happening!

The final deciding fall is announced, but neither Eric nor Sarah are capable of capitalizing on it right now. It takes a long moment before either competitor begins to really stir. Eric is the first one completely up and he grabs hold of Sarah as the hell in a cell is raised high above. He starts dragging her up the entrance ramp toward the sound equipment he'd placed earlier. Once there, he places her belly up onto the equipment and looks around at the ccrowd, signaling yet ANOTHER Ca$h Flow ... through the crate. The crowd cheers wildly!

Zach Davis: And it's about to be over for Sarah Twilight!

Erin Robbins: This isn't fair! How can you just sit by and watch this happen to our boss?

Zach Davis: Very easily ... I hate her.

Eric positions Sarah and moves to pull himself up onto the equipment as well. However, Sarah sends a kick straight up that catches him in the head. She sends another, and another that stagger him back.

Erin Robbins: Yes! You get him Sarah, make him suffer!

Zach Davis: Never underestimate the fight that Sarah Twilight has in her at any given time.

Eric staggers back against the scaffolding that makes up the sides of the video wall and leans against it to catch his balance and shake off the cobwebs. Sarah pulls herself off of the stage equipment and makes her way toward Eric.

Erin Robbins: Now Eric is the one in trouble! Ha!

Zach Davis: The two of them battling until there is absolutely nothing left. TEN falls they have endured thus far and this is what will decide the final outcome!

Eric steadies himself and prepares to do battle yet again as Sarah approaches. He sends a hard right at her which she returns. He sends another, but now she sends a kick into his gut. As he doubles over, she takes the handcuff that was still attached to him from earlier and she cuffs him to the scaffolding!

Zach Davis: OH COME ON!

Erin Robbins: Ha! It's all fair Zach! It's all fair!

Eric looks enraged as he is once again chained against his will. Sarah sets her eyes on something to cause him more harm. Eric pulls at the scaffold, trying to break free but can't. He gets an idea, so he starts climbing the side of the scaffold to create separation between himself and Sarah until he can figure out how to get free.

Zach Davis: This is dangerous. Eric climbing the side of our titantron ... not the greatest of ideas.

Erin Robbins: This is definitely going to end badly.

Sarah continues searching around for something until she notices that Eric had begun climbing the scaffold. She smirks and abandons her search as she begins climbing up after him.

Zach Davis: Yep ... definitely going to end badly.

Erin Robbins: These two are completely out of their minds right now!

Eric makes his way up to a platform above the video wall as spotlights focus on him, and on Sarah who was still climbing. The crowd gasps at the position both are in. Eric tries now to break free of his binding as Sarah slowly approaches.

Zach Davis: Eric is a sitting duck up there! He's handcuffed to the side of that pole and he can't go anywhere.

Erin Robbins: I think that's kinda what Sarah wanted ... Eric made it worse by climbing up there.

As Sarah reaches the platform, Eric uses every ounce of strength he has to pull at the cuffs, and a small section of the pole snaps out, the screws popping and falling below. Sarah pulls herself onto the platform. Eric grabs her by the hair and he SLAMS her face into the fixture above the video wall. Sarah staggers, struggling to keep her balance.

Zach Davis: Holy cow! Dangerously close to the edge there!

Erin Robbins: Careful Sarah!

Sarah in turn takes Eric by the head and she SLAMS his face into the fixture. It is now Eric teetering on the platform. The crowd gasps again.

Zach Davis: They need to get down from there! This isn't going to end well ... forget about a match, this could end one of ... or both of their lives!

Erin Robbins: I have to agree. This is just not worth it. Come on you two, enough is enough!

The two of them now struggle with one another to battle for position and both of them are trying to bash the other's face into the ficture once again. Eric grabs hold of Sarah. Sarah grabs hold of Eric. They tussle ... Eric takes a step for position. Sarah takes a step for position. The crowd rises to their feet watching on in horror.

Zach Davis: Oh no! Oh no!

Erin Robbins: Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!

The two of them lose their balance and both of them fall from the platform!

They fall ...

and they fall ...

and they fall...

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLLLANNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

They CRASH into the sound equipement below and fall right THROUGH IT! The two of them lying motionless on the entrance ramp among scattered debris.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! GET HELP! GET HELP!

Erin Robbins: They just killed each other. They're dead! My God they're dead.

The crowd looks on with mortified silence as paramedics rush out from the back. The referee is hesitant to complete the task of his job, but he must. So he begins the slowest ten count in the history of ten counts to count BOTh of them out. The crowd even boos at the count, as the cost of this war far outweighed any victory that could be achieved.

ONE

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TWO

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THREE

Zach Davis: I don't even know what to say here ... this is far beyond anything that could have been expected. There is no victory here for anyone. How can either of them walk out of here a winner after that?

The referee continues his count, reluctantly.

FOUR

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- FIVE

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SIX

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SEVEN

Erin Robbins: Stop counting ... just stop! It doesn't even matter right now.

EIGHT

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Both Eric and Sarah finally begin to stir as medical personnel eveluate them. The crowd begins to cheer the fact that the two are still alive, despite any feelings they might have held for either of them

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NINE

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Sarah manages to make it to her feet, staggering, her eyes glazed over and she clearly did not know where she was. She remains up just long enough for ...

TEN!

The bell rings.

Sarah falls to her knees and back down onto the steel, still VERY much out of it. Paramedics load both her and Eric onto stretchers as the crowd continues to look on with horror at all that had taken place.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Erin Robbins: Even though I'm happy to hear her name announced as the winner ... I don't think there is any winner right now. The price they just paid ... wow. I don't even know what to say.

Zach Davis: I have to agree with you. No matter who's arm was raised, the cost of this war will linger and affect the both of them for a very long time to come. This was just ... unreal.

World Title Match
Steve Orbit vs Jonny Fly

Zach Davis: We’re about to get started with the match you’ve all been waiting for. Steve Orbit versus Jonny Fly, with the WCF World Title on the line!

Erin Robbins: It’s the match every wrestler dreams of being in – the MAIN EVENT OF ONE! RIGHT NOW!

The titantron springs to action with a promotional video package.

We see an image of Steve Orbit, standing tall in the ring and wearing the WCF World Title belt on his waist. Underneath Orbit is the text “2013 WCF Wrestler and World Champion of the Year.” The image of Orbit slowly fades and a picture of Jonny Fly replaces it. Now it’s Fly standing in the ring raising his World Title belt. The text underneath his picture reads “Four-Time and Current WCF World Champion.”

The image fades out, replaced with text.

“Rivals, turned friends…”

An image of Fly and Orbit eating chicken wings outside of the ring at War is shown.

“…turned rivals again”

The screen switches to an image of Orbit being escorted out of Slam by the FBI, with Jonny Fly smiling in the background.

“Two of the best wrestlers on the planet will square off for the ultimate prize.”

We now switch to a picture of Orbit and Fly stalking one another in the center of the ring at Explosion.

“For one, it’s a chance to reach the top of the mountain yet again.”

A picture of Orbit being pinned by Nathan von Liebert is seen.

“For the other, it’s a chance at redemption against his biggest rival”

The screen switches to an image of Fly being pinned by Orbit.

“Known for their competitions against one another, Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit will square off tonight in the biggest competition there is, on WCF’s biggest stage.”

The last images show Steve Orbit landing a pimp slap to Fly at War, followed by a picture of Fly striking Orbit with The Fly Swatter.

“The Mack vs. The Dynasty.”

“ONE. will prevail.”

Erin Robbins: I think that says it all, Zach. The stakes don’t get any bigger than this. For one wrestler, immortality. The biggest win of their career. For the other, heartbreak and disappointment.

Zach Davis: I think you nailed it, Erin. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited for a match.

Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z begins to play over the PA. The crowd rises to their feet. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp.

Zach Davis: Here comes the number one contender. This man has been through so much since the last time we saw him.

Erin Robbins: Oh, yeah-- don't victimize him, Zach. He's a low-life criminal, the latest celebrity who bought himself a ticket out of jail.

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. He walks towards the ring slowly, focused, slapping a few hands along the way. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and throws both arms up, generating a positive reaction from the crowd. He makes the "title" motion with his hands around his waist.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!

Orbit climbs down from the turnbuckles and waits in the corner.

Zach Davis: We can’t forget that Steve Orbit is one of the men in this company that’s beaten Jonny Fly, and let me say this now, I think he’s got another victory in him tonight.

Erin Robbins: I guess we’ll have to see Zach. No question though, Orbit is as good as they get.

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.

Erin Robbins: Here we go, Zach. The World Champion about to make his appearance in quite possibly the biggest title defense of a decorated career.

Zach Davis: This match is personal for Steve Orbit. It’s MORE than personal. I think Fly might have bitten off more than he can chew this time.

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 flicker. Finally, they turn on completely to reveal four-time WCF World Champion Jonny Fly standing on the stage.

…staring.

…smirking.

Zach Davis: You can feel the intensity just in looking at Fly as he stares down the ramp at Steve Orbit in the ring.

Erin Robbins: Yes you can, Zach, and this place is electric right now!

As Fly stands with his eyes directly fixed on the ring, the crowd around him belts him with a chorus of boos. As if to enrage them further, 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 Steve Orbit 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 moments to exchange another long stare with Orbit before finally sliding into the ring. Fly takes off his World Championship belt and holds it up in the air, almost taunting Orbit with it.

Kyle Steel: …and nw, from New York City, New York... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…..JONNY…FLY!

Zach Davis: It’s that time ladies and gentlemen. Orbit and Fly are being ushered to their corners. The World Title belt has been collected by the referee, and we’re about ready to go.

The crowd begins to die down and Orbit and Fly step forward to meet each other in the center of the ring.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Erin Robbins: Let’s get this party started!

The crowd is still roaring with anticipation. Fly and Orbit meet in the center of the ring, eyes locked. They exchange some inaudible words. After a few moments of this, Fly takes a step back and points at his chin, giving Orbit the first shot.

Zach Davis: We learned that Orbit won some type of bet against Fly, and earned the first strike in this match.

Erin Robbins: He better make it count.

Orbit keeps asking Fly if he's ready. Fly is shaking his head "yes", the fury building in his eyes. Finally, Orbit fakes a low right hand-- and catches Fly with a THUNDEROUS backhand slap, echoing throughout the arena. Fly spins half-way around, holding his face and checking his lip for blood.

Zach Davis: Pimp Slap by Steve Orbit!

Enraged, Fly lunges towards Orbit-- but Orbit slips behind him and puts him in a waistlock. Fly tries to elbow out, unsuccessfully, and Orbit lifts him for an atomic drop! Fly stumbles forward with his hand on his lower back. Orbit quickly runs beside him and springboards off the second rope, catching Fly with a springboard roundhouse kick, knocking him to a knee.

Zach Davis: Weeks of the Mack's frustration, betrayal, all being unleashed on the World Champion.

Orbit stays on Fly with a stiff kick to his chest... then one to his back... then one to his chest again. Fly is reeling on his knees. Orbit runs to the ropes and bulldogs Fly's head to the mat when he returns!

Erin Robbins: Better save some of that energy, Orbit.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is here to fight, nothing more nothing less!

Erin Robbins: Yeah? Well Fly is here to retain his title, which is all that matters at the end of the day.

Orbit claps his hands, getting the crowd behind him. Fly gets back to his feet, as Orbit approaches him. Fly blocks a right hand, and transitions into a lock-up. Fly puts Orbit into a side headlock-- Orbit shoves him off. Fly spins around and catches Orbit with a right hand. He closes in on Orbit, hitting him with European uppercuts. He backs Orbit into the corner-- after another European uppercut, he goes to whip Orbit into the opposite corner, but it's reversed, and Fly is sent into the corner. Orbit follows through with a running high knee, catching Fly in the jaw! He pulls Fly out of the corner and sets him up, hitting a T-bone suplex! Fly hits the mat, hard. Orbit goes through the ropes to the apron and slingshots in with a double legdrop.

Zach Davis: The Mack is really taking it to Jonny Fly. He's not giving an inch.

Erin Robbins: Still early, Zach. Plenty of time for Fly to turn it around.

Fly rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Orbit paces around the ring, watching Fly-- he waits until the right time, and then dives through the ropes!

Zach Davis: Suicide dive hits the mark! Champion and challenger, crashing into the guardrail

Erin Robbins: I have to admit, Orbit is laying it all out there. Taking risks and they're paying off.

Orbit gets up, a bit slow. Fly is struggling to get to his feet. Orbit grabs him and whips him into the ring steps. Satisfied, he rolls back into the ring.

Zach Davis: Fly looks like he's out of it. Taken a lot of punishment early on.

After a few moments, Fly gets back up. He begins to climb through the apron-- Orbit sees him and approaches. He stomps one of Fly's hands-- but with the other hand, Fly grabs the other leg and trips Orbit! Fly drags him out of the ring and he crashes at ringside, his head bouncing off the floor. Fly looks a bit weary as he stomps at Orbit. He pulls Orbit to his feet and slams his head on the apron before rolling him back into the ring. However, by the time Fly re-enters the ring, Orbit is already back up. The two men circle each other for a few moments and then lock up in the center of the ring.

 

Fly tries for a side headlock, but Orbit breaks away. He swings a big right hand, but Fly ducks just in the nick of time. Fly grabs Orbit again and gets him in a brief headlock with one hand, and uses his free hands to deliver punches to the side of Orbit’s head. Fly pushes Orbit into the corner and hits him with a shoulder block…then another…and then another. Finally, Fly relents. He grabs Orbit and walks him back to the center of the ring. They tie up again. Orbit slips behind Fly and tries another waistlock, but Fly immediately reverses it into one of his own. Orbit lands an elbow to Fly’s face, but Fly shakes it off immediately and hits a belly to back suplex.

Zach Davis: Back and forth we go!

Orbit quickly gets back to his feet and Fly charges forward with a clothesline. Orbit ducks it, and both wrestlers turn back toward one another. Orbit sends a quick kick to Fly’s midsection. He tries for another, but Fly grabs his leg out of the air and pushes him away before connecting with a big boot to Orbit’s face. Fly follows up with an elbow drop to Orbit’s chest. Fly gets back to his feet and begins viciously kicking Orbit in the head.

Erin Robbins: Well, Jonny Fly finally looks to be gaining an edge here on Steve Orbit.

Zach Davis: He’s taken a lot of punishment in this match, but he’s finally starting to turn the tides. All of Orbit’s momentum from earlier in the match seems to be gone and slowly, methodically, Jonny Fly is starting to turn this match in his favor.

Fly now has Orbit to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. As Orbit bounces back Fly catches him with a STIFF cross to the jaw, stunning Orbit. Fly leaps in the air and connects with a drop kick taking Orbit to the mat. He goes for a quick cover.

Zach Davis: Fly with the standing drop kick right into the cover!

1…

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2…

Erin Robbins: Orbit kicks out!

Zach Davis: Quite easily, I would add. A lot of match left to go here.

Orbit pops back up after the pin attempt. Fly grabs him and takes him back down to the mat with an arm drag. Orbit pops back up again, and this time a spinning kick to the knee takes Orbit back to the mat. For a third straight time, Orbit scrambles to get back up. This time Fly sends a kick to the gut and spikes Orbit’s head with a DDT. Fly immediately goes to the ropes. He turns toward Orbit, who is already trying to get back up. Orbit has just reached his feet when Fly leaps in the air as high as he possibly can….

Zach Davis: SUICIDE DIVE!

Fly crashes into Orbit and quickly rolls off of him. He gets up and looks out at the crowd, smiling.

Erin Robbins: As arrogant as ever, Zach. I love it.

Zach Davis: Well, we all know what usually comes after the suicide dive.

After wasting precious seconds, Fly scales the turnbuckle once again. However, by the time he’s turned around and ready to leap off again, Steve Orbit is already back up to his feet. Orbit quickly runs toward the turnbuckle and grabs Fly’s leg, knocking him off the turnbuckle. Fly falls to the mat, and Orbit begins hammering away at him with left and right hands. Fly finally gets his knees up and is able to use his legs to push Orbit away, giving him enough space to get back to his feet.

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit able to stave off disaster, but he’s still not able to re-take control of the match.

On cue, Fly nails Orbit with a big right hand. Then another. Orbit falls backward into the ropes. He launches himself off looking for a flying forearm, but Fly ducks it. Orbit hits the mat and the rolls out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Smart move.

Erin Robbins: I wouldn’t be so quick to say that Zach…

Fly catapults himself over the ropes and lands on top of Steve Orbit on the outside, taking him down. Fly gets back to his feet and drags the padding away from ringside. The referee begins to count.

1…

Fly grabs Orbit and delivers a suplex onto the exposed concrete.

2…

3…

Then another.

4…

5…

Then another, completing the triple suplex.

6…

Fly gets up and drops a leg over Orbit’s throat for good measure.

7…

8…

Erin Robbins: They better get back into the ring!

9…

Fly hears the count and quickly slides back into the ring.

Zach Davis: Well, the count has been stopped, but Fly did his fair share of damage outside of the ring. Steve Orbit looks out of it completely.

Fly hops back to the turnbuckle and measures up Orbit on the outside. He pauses for a second, smirks, and leaps off looking for a frogsplash.

Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. Steve Orbit is about to get…

Zach Davis: NO! ORBIT MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Fly hits the concrete with a sickening thud, empty-handed on the attempted frog splash.

Erin Robbins: …oh, fuck.

Fly is moving around frantically and screaming out in pain. Orbit struggles to get to his feet, using the ring apron for help. Noticing Fly’s condition, he quickly grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Orbit joins Fly in the ring and stands him upright in the corner. From there, Orbit takes two steps back and looks at Fly…and then…

Erin Robbins: PIMP SLAP!

Zach Davis: I can’t say Fly doesn’t deserve that.

Erin Robbins: ANOTHER PIMP SLAP!....JAWBREAKER!

Orbit hits Fly with a second straight pimp slap and then quickly disposes him to the mat with a jawbreaker. He hooks the leg.

Zach Davis: This is going to be interesting…

1…

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2…

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Jonny Fly kicks out!

Erin Robbins: Close, but Jonny Fly is able to kick out.

Zach Davis: He’s still in a world of hurt though, Erin. We haven’t seen much movement from him since that missed frog splash.

Orbit drags Fly back to his feet. Orbit rushes Fly, spearing him into the ring post. Leaning back, Orbit throws all his weight into his shoulder, and slams it right into Fly’s gut. Orbit begins hammering away at him with double ax-handles to the back of Fly’s head, dropping him to the mat. Climbing up onto the second rope, Orbit drops an elbow onto Fly's upper back. Again he climbs up, but this time drops a knee to the back of Fly’ head. As Orbit drags Fly toward the center of the ring, a trail of blood follows.

Erin Robbins: Is that what I think it is?

Zach Davis: Orbit has Fly bloodied. He’s inflicting his will right now on the WCF World Champion.

With Fly position in the center of the ring, Orbit spins around behind him and locks in a camel clutch. Fly immediately begins screaming out in pain. He looks around, but there is nowhere to go as he’s a long, long way from the ropes. Fly can’t spin his mid-section because he’s weighted down in the back by Orbit.

Zach Davis: Is this how it ends for Jonny Fly?

Erin Robbins: It can’t be, right?

Fly tries his best to keep inching toward the ropes, but it’s tough for him to move. The hold has been locked in now for over a minute and Fly appears to be running out of gas. His screams are drowning out and he’s not able to pull himself any further.

Zach Davis: That’s one desperate man right there.

All of a sudden, Fly finds new life. He continues inching is way toward the ropes. He’s getting closer, and closer, and just as he’s about to reach them…Orbit releases the hold. He rises back to his feet and watches Fly struggle to do the same. With the help of the ropes, Fly reaches both of his feet. Orbit pauses for just one brief second to lock eyes with the World Champion before grabbing him in a fireman’s carry….

Erin Robbins: Oh, shit…

…and then absolutely destroying him with a cutter down the ring.

Zach Davis: Oof. Fly’s head just bounced off the canvas. Orbit with the cover!

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Erin Robbins: NO! Fly kicks out in time!

Orbit gets back to his feet and slowly grabs Fly by the hair and drags him back to his feet. Orbit picks up Fly once more looking for a powebomb of some sorts, but Fly is able to get free and slides out of Orbit’s grasp and rolls to the outside for a breather. Orbit is on the chase on the outside and hits a running clothesline on ‘The Dynasty’ before propping Fly’s body onto the announcer’s table. Orbit slides back into the ring and takes to the top rope. Mounting the turnbuckle, Orbit looks out at the cheering crowd before taking to the air.

He leaps.

Sending an elbow into Fly’s chest, and both men through the announcer’s table!

Erin Robbins: DAMMIT! They spilled my water!

Zach Davis: I think we have bigger problems than that Erin.

Steve Orbit gets back to his feet and celebrates momentarily, slapping hands with a couple of the fans nearby. He pulls Fly from the wreckage of the announcer’s table and leads him back into the ring. Orbit helps Fly up from the canvas, and then picks him up, turns him over, and spikes his head against the canvas with a tombstone piledriver!

Zach Davis: PILEDRIVER! ORBIT WITH THE COVER!

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Erin Robbins: NO! Fly kicks out once again!

Zach Davis: He’s resilient, Erin. He’s taken several big shots from Steve Orbit in this match. I don’t think he has much left.

Slightly frustrated, Orbit bangs his hands against the mat. He gets to his feet and lifts Fly up with him. Orbit leads Fly to the corner and pushes him against the turnbuckle. He rears back to fire with a right hand, but with a sudden burst, Fly grabs the hand and viciously spins Orbit into the corner. As Orbit is jarred out of the corner just ever so slightly, Fly spins his body three-hundred and sixty degrees and nails him with The Discus Fly!

Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT! DISCUS FLY OUT OF NOWHERE!

Fly quickly pulls Orbit out of the corner and goes for the cover.

Zach Davis: Fly is going for the cover!

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Erin Robbins: NO! OH SO CLOSE! ORBIT KICKS OUT!

Zach Davis: Wow. Just…wow. What a match thus far.

Erin Robbins: This has been nothing less than a war between these two men. Nothing less than what a One main event should be.

Orbit is slowly getting up. Fly climbs the turnbuckle in the corner. Before he can make a move, Orbit charges the corner, crotching Fly! Orbit climbs to the second turnbuckle, softening him with elbow and forearm strikes. Orbit continues to climb to the top with Fly—

Zach Davis: Fly is trying to elbow his way out, not really connecting—

Erin Robbins: Orbit's got him locked up-- POWERSLAM off the top turnbuckle!

Orbit quickly goes back to the top turnbuckle-- Fly is laid out. Orbit leaps off with a somersault senton!

Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH! OAKLAND SPLASH, HE HITS IT! CENTER OF THE RING, HERE'S THE PIN!

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THR—

Erin Robbins: NO! FLY KICKS OUT! Fly kicks out of the Oakland Splash!

Orbit slams his hands on the mat in frustration again, arguing with the ref about the count.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is obviously frustrated.

Erin Robbins: Nobody should expect anything less from our World Champion, Jonny Fly.

Orbit pulls Fly up, seemingly unsure what to do next. They quickly lock up, and Orbit goes behind Fly with a half-nelson—

Zach Davis: Orbit going for the Honey Dip-- WAIT! Fly reverses—

Fly goes behind Orbit with a full nelson. Orbit struggles for a few moments, and then charges forward, bouncing against the ropes, forcing his weight backwards and he tumbles backwards on top of Fly. Orbit tries to roll off, but Fly has him by the neck.

Erin Robbins: He’s got the sleeper hold locked in!

Orbit is struggling to get free, but it only causes Fly to lock the hold in tighter. Finally, slowly, Orbit begins to fade. He’s out. Fly releases the hold and gets back to his feet. He grabs the motionless Orbit and takes him back down with a falcon arrow. Fly immediately goes to the ropes.

Zach Davis: I think we know what’s coming next.

Erin Robbins: Goodnight, Steve. See you next year.

Fly scales to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps off.

Zach Davis: THE FLY SWATTER!

Jonny Fly strikes his head into the heart of Orbit, and immediately hooks the leg for the cover.

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Zach Davis: …..Unbelievable.

Erin Robbins: HOW IN THE FUCK DID STEVE ORBIT JUST KICK OUT!?!?

Fly immediately gets back to his feet and is just moments away from striking the referee out of frustration. He’s yelling, telling him that he needs to count faster.

Zach Davis: Fly can be upset all he wants, the story here is the will of Steve Orbit. He’s not giving up, not to Fly. He wants his vengeance.

Fly finally turns away from the referee and drops to his knees, staring at Orbit.

Erin Robbins: I’ve never seen this out of Fly. He’s at a loss of what to do next. Orbit has kicked out his two biggest moves tonight, and even when we thought he was out cold after that sleeper hold, falcon arrow, and Fly Swatter…Orbit kicked out.

Fly takes a moment to catch his breath, and then does the only thing he can think to do. He walks back over to the ropes and scales the turnbuckle once again.

Zach Davis: Oh, no.

Erin Robbins: You have to stick with what works, Zach. Jonny Fly has put a lot of wrestlers down this move.

At the top of the turnbuckle, Fly pauses just momentarily. He looks down at Steve Orbit, and then leaps…

…connecting with a second straight Fly Swatter.

Zach Davis: SECOND FLY SWATTER!

Erin Robbins: Is it going to be enough?

Jonny Fly hooks the leg again.

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DING DING DING

"300 Violin Orchestra" begins to plays over the PA.

Erin Robbins: JONNY FLY RETAINS! HE’S FINALLY DEFEATED STEVE ORBIT!

Zach Davis: Give credit where it’s due. Both of these two men brought it tonight. This was one hell of a match between two of the absolute best. At the end, Jonny Fly…barely…takes the victory.

Fly rolls over and lies on his back looking up at the rafters. The referee brings him the World Title belt and puts it in his hand. Pyros go off in the background as Fly kisses the title on the mat.

Erin Robbins: Well Zach, I guess the Era of Jonny Fly continues.

Zach Davis: *Sigh*

Erin Robbins: Anyways, on behalf of everyone in WCF we’ll see you next year!

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Chase Michaels Segment

Tag Team Titles Contendership: Battle Royal: Zack Wild vs Dez Angel vs Jason Weslow vs The Original Gangster vs Chris Davidson vs Xavier vs David Krink vs Jayden Thunder vs Chase Michaels vs Cormack MacNeill

The Arrival of Jay Price

Tuxedo Match: Biohazard vs Tyler Walker

Jorge Diaz vs Adam Young

Lilith Segment

raYne vs Mod Deuce

Internet Title Match: Marco Valintine vs Zombie McMorris

Steele Matthews/Matthew Robinson Segment

Doc Henry vs Mystery Attacker

Benjamin Atreyu's Open Challenge Gauntlet Match

Shadows of Darkness Segment

Television Title Match: Caleb Fourchon vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

Hardcore Hell Match Promo

People's Title Match: Night Rider vs Denise D'Evil

Oblivion vs Matthew Robinson

The Mystery Revealed

Jack Happy vs Jeff Purse

Hardcore Title Match: FPV vs Logan

United States Title Match: First Blood: Dr. Remus Micayle vs Ryan Rhodes

Tag Team Titles Match: Battle Royal Winners vs The Thickness

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

Hardcore Hell Match: Career vs S-PAC: D-Day vs Waylon Cash

No DQ Match: Corey Black vs Torture

Eric Price Segment

Ultra Ten Match: Sarah Twilight vs Eric Price

World Title Match: Steve Orbit vs Jonny Fly

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Corey Black/Torture Winner
Match:
Steve Orbit vs Jonny Fly
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Jonny Fly
Hardcore:
Logan
Television:
Chelsea Black Armstrong
United States:
Ryan Rhodes
Peoples:
Denise D'Evil
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
The Thickness