Zach Davis: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO ONE!
Freddy Whoa: This is the night we've all been waiting for. Gemini Battle, Grayson Pierce, whatever name you want to use for him - he's fought tooth and nail, and tonight, he's gotten to the highest peak WCF has to climb - he's in the One main event for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
Gravedigger: I've got to correct you, Freddy, he may be in the main event for the belt but... he's not the Champion yet! Wade Moor, leader of the #BeachKrew and current World Champion... HE'S the man that made history by defeating Jay Omega, War winner. He's the one with the belt. Gemini Battle has one more hurdle to surpass if he wants to lay claim to being one of the greatest of the great. And that battle will play out tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of #beachkrew, their reign of terror is over. I'm once again Freddy Whoa, NOT Freddy Bro. I'm joined by Gravedigger and Zach Davis, NOT Wavedigger and Zach Wavis.
Gravedigger: I still kind of want to be called Wavedigger.
Zach Davis: Our other main event tonight is the rematch from War.... Dune. Joseph Malignaggi, formerly known as Joey Flash. To call the rivalry between these two "personal" is to put it lightly. For a while we thought we may see Dune face Wade Moor tonight, but Joseph just barely managed to get cleared to wrestle tonight.
Gravedigger: I personally doubt he's 100%, but that's just me. Tonight, in my opinion, Joey whatever-his-name-is walks into certain destruction against the most dominant WCF Champion we'd seen up until that point.
Freddy Whoa: This isn't a one match show, however. We've got TLC mayhem as four teams fight for supremacy! We've got BOBBY CAIRO's return to the ring, facing off against Z-MAC for the Hardcore Title! Jonny Fly teams with Torture!, if you can believe it, against Creeping Death and Jayson Price!
Gravedigger: Hello? It's Me. Jayson Price. I'm going to get my ass kicked.
Zach Davis: After several months, the feud between Andre Jenson, Oblivion, and Bonnie Blue comes to a head tonight. Jeff Purse and Nathan von Liebert, two men that came into the company together and two former World Champions, go at it. Benjamin Atreyu finally gets back into the ring against Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: Not only that, but-
Freddy is cut off as Master of Puppets hits.
Gravedigger: YES! LOOKS LIKE SETH LERCH IS STARTING THE SHOW!
The fans boo as Seth Lerch steps out from the back. He's grinning ear to ear as he heads to the back, sarcastically slapping hands before rolling into the ring.
Gravedigger: Seth has a mic. He's opening One.
Zach Davis: Well, his vacation is over, guys. He let the winners of Hellimination control the company until now, but that is over. Seth is back in charge.
Seth Lerch: Hello, California!
The crowd is too smart and still boos him.
Seth Lerch: Whatever. The long and the short of it is this: This is One X. This is the TENTH edition of One. Do you guys know why the show is called "One?" Because it celebrated WCF's first ever entire year of existence without shutting down. Kind of a big deal. But now, one year of running doesn't seem like a big deal, does it? Nothing can stop us. Several years ago we celebrated a PPV called Ten, WCF's ten year anniversary... and now we're at One's ten year anniversary. Incredible.
The WCF fans do clap for WCF's success.
Seth Lerch: There have been times I cried for WCF. But not since Hellimination. Since Hellimination, the #BeachKrew has done an incredible job at running this company. Ratings have been through the roof, attendance WOULD be up if we didn't sell out all of our shows anyway. Fans want to see the #BeachKrew-
Crowd: GEMINI BATTLE! GEMINI BATTLE!
Seth ignores the crowd.
Seth Lerch: Yes, everyone loves Wade Moor and the #BeachKrew! It hasn't been easy on the #BeachKrew guys - touring the United States during winter, after all, doesn't lend itself to a lot of beaches. But they pulled through and put together some excellent shows. And tonight their hard work pays off.
The fans boo Seth now, abandoning any positive feelings for the WCF owner.
Seth Lerch: Tonight, the #beachkrew solidifies their legacy. This is #BeachKrew's first One. Forget the past ten editions, as far as I'm concerned? This is the first that matters. Tonight, nothing will stop the #BeachKrew.
Seth clears his throat.
Seth Lerch: As of tonight, I'm back in charge. And that isn't going to change again any time soon.
Master of Puppets hits as Seth leaves the ring and begins to make his way to the back.
Zach Davis: Well, it just so happens that our first match is a Title match involving a #BeachKrew member!
Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp is challenging Teo Del Sol for the People's Championship. However, this is a People's Punishment match.
Gravedigger: Yeah, as in, the deck is stacked against Kyle. I love Seth but I really wish he would've taken that stipulation away....
Zach Davis: Let's start the show!
The arena falls silent as the lights dim, eagerly anticipating the first match on the card. On the ‘Tron, a video package lights up the screen, highlights from the feud between Teo del Sol and Kyle Kemp playing out in between words that highlight the action on screen.
Kyle Kemp is shown hospitalizing Teo’s student Jorge Juarez and laughing as he walks back up the ramp while Teo rushes to help his fallen pupil.
XIII, Kyle is shown offering Teo a hug, only to rip the mask from his head and connect with a Back to the Minors. Teo falls flat on his face as Kemp flips off the crowd.
Kyle Kemp is shown wearing Teo’s mask and flipping off Spencer Adams, walking back up the ramp.
Kyle Kemp is shown Knocking Teo out at WAR, pinning him with relative ease as Beach Krew dominates the remaining members of the roster.
Kyle Kemp is shown once again pinning Teo with a Back to the Minors at Hellimination, Teo’s prone form helpless as Kyle Kemp laughs in contempt.
The lights immediately cut to pitch black, a few cheers and snapshots can be seen from the crowd, but the air of anticipation permeates the Staples Center. Cheers and Boos can be vaguely heard, but all eyes are on the entrance ramp.
The Silence is suddenly and finally broken by a chorus of trumpets, a processional march echoing throughout the arena as though a King were stepping through the curtain, and indeed, from off to the side of the stage appears a shining white limousine, the spotlights reflecting off of it like lasers as it slowly pulls to the entrance ramp. The trumpets grow louder, their music becoming a crescendo as the audience roars, and finally, they fall silent. The front door of the limousine opens, and a statuesque blonde woman in stiletto heels and a chauffeur’s outfit steps to the back. She bends over just so, the camera lingering a little too long on her miniskirt and throws the door open to reveal….Kyle Kemp!
Zach Davis: There he is! Kyle Kemp has arrived at One!
The former People’s Champion steps from the limousine, his appearance something out of GQ- a black leather jacket and custom sunglasses complimenting his perfect smile. He reaches to his mouth and grabs a cigarette from it, flicking it casually off to one side. The chauffeur removes his jacket, while Kemp offers a devilish grin and a sly wink, slapping her on the rear as she turns and walks back to the front seat.
“Better than You” by Sam Adams begins echoing throughout the arena as the crowd is showered with a flurry of dollar bills! Kyle Kemp grins, jumping up onto the entrance ramp and walking towards the ring with a confident strut.
Freddy Whoa: Talk about an entrance! Kyle Kemp is making it rain on Los Angeles!
Zach Davis: You think he could be trying to buy favor with a hostile crowd?
Gravedigger: Please, like Kyle Kemp needs any one of these people to win back his ti-
Zach Davis: Uh, ‘Digger?
Gravedigger: Shut up Zach, some’s coming this way!
Wavedigger begins grabbing at the errant bills as Kyle Kemp steps through the ropes, laughing like a hyena.
Gravedigger: Wait a sec, what the fu-
Zach Davis: Would you look at that?
Wavedigger holds up a bill to the camera to reveal that rather than legal tender, that the bills dropped from the ceiling all have Kyle Kemp’s face stamped on them.
Freddy Whoa: Well, easy come, easy go Wavey.
Gravedigger: Shut up, Zach.
The music fades and all eyes turn once more to the entrance ramp, where a rather peculiar sight is taking place. A group of people has assembled on the entrance ramp, and they are all holding hands. They begin rocking back and forth, while the people on the end urge the audience to join in. Before long, the entire arena has erupted into an impromptu rendition of “Let the Sunshine In” by the 5th Dimension.
Zach Davis: There he is, it’s WCF’s own Mr. Sunshine, Teo del Sol!
Gravedigger: All this positivity…it makes me want to puke.
The ramp slowly lowers as Teo holds his arms out and bows to the audience, stepping down onto the entrance ramp as it reaches the ground and the familiar riff of “Kickstart my Heart” Blares through the arena.
Freddy Whoa: I tell you, these guys really know how to make an entrance!
Teo looks out amongst the crowd with a happy grin, then runs at a full sprint towards the ring, bounding over the top rope with a somersault and landing on his feet! He shoots a look at Kemp, who stares at him with crossed arms, then removes the people’s title from around his waist and holds it proudly over his head!
Zach Davis: That is what it’s all about, guys, these men have put each other through so much torture, so much agony, and all so that they can call themselves the People’s Champion.
Gravedigger: Speaking of Agony…
Zach Davis: Wavedigger, is that a corkscrew?
Freddy Whoa: And a prosthetic arm?
Gravedigger: It’s fans bring the weapons, guys! I’m gonna get my money’s worth!
Freddy Whoa: But you don’t have to-
Gravedigger: On with the match!
The referee takes the belt from Teo del Sol and holds it over his head to signal the start of the People’s Title match, the camera pans around the ring to reveal each and every gruesome implement that the fans have brought for the festivities. Teo and Kemp stare each other down.
Kyle Steel: The following Contest is a People’s Punishment match! There will be no Disqualifications, No Countouts, and any weapon present at ringside is legal!
The referee hands the belt to the ringside judges and signals for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!
Without warning Kyle Kemp dashes at Teo del Sol, swinging his arm into a lariat! But Teo ducks underneath and runs forward, bouncing off of the ropes. Kyle Kemp turns as Teo rebounds into a Tornado DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! These two aren’t worried about pacing themselves!
Kyle bounces off the mat, landing in a seated position, stunned, while Teo rolls to his feet before turning around and delivering a hard roundhouse kick to Kemp’s chest! Kemp cries out in pain from the hard shot as the audience calls out “Yes!” Teo runs off the ropes and launches a hard dropkick into Kemp’s face, knocking him flat on his back!
Teo turns and takes another leap off the ropes, jumping and cartwheeling over his opponent before landing in a hard elbow drop!
Zach Davis: And this one is all Teo so far! That explosive offense is just overwhelming Kemp!
Teo gets to his feet and roars at the top of his lungs, resulting in an explosive cheer from the audience! He grabs Kemp by the head and pulls him to his feet then runs towards the ropes to connect with a flying crossbody!
But no! Kemp grabs Teo in mid-run and hurls him roughly by the head over the top rope! Teo flies head over heels and crashes into the ringside barrier with all the momentum he had built up, resulting in a resounding thud! Kemp quickly recollects himself before rolling to ringside and surveying the front row.
Bam! Kemp slams him across the face with the hard metal sign! Teo falls to the floor as Kemp grins, looking at the sign which now has a few spots of blood on it. Kemp holds the sign up for the camera before tossing it roughly aside and begins looking for another tool.
Zach Davis: Momentum has shifted here, Kemp taking advantage of the stipulation that Teo picked!
Gravedigger: Well he dug his own grave, didn’t he then?
Freddy Whoa: Heh…dug his own Gra-
Gravedigger: Shut up Freddy!
Kyle finally sees something interesting, and snatches from a heavy set gentlemen a stack of glass dinner plates! He walks forward to Teo, grabbing one of the plates and smashing it on the back of the Luchador’s head! The glass shatters with an audible crunch as Kemp grabs another and smashes it on the luchador’s back! Finally he loses his patience and throws the entire stack down, the tinkling of the china leaving a collection of Shards which pierce Teo as he tries to roll free from the punishment!
Zach Davis: I think Kemp is actually enjoying this!
Gravedigger: And why shouldn’t he? Teo has had this coming for weeks!
Teo tries to make his way to his feet, but Kyle Kemp grabs a beer bottle from the front row and smashes it across the back of Teo’s head! Teo stumbles towards the entrance ramp, groggy from all the punishment!
Freddy Whoa: Don’t forget guys, this one has to end in the ring!
Teo begins retreating towards the ramp, but a ringside fan gestures him over, offering him a cup of water. Teo splashes the liquid over his bloodied face, and the act seems to reinvigorate him! He turns towards another fan who is offering him a weapon! But Kyle Kemp runs forward brandishing what appears to be a wall clock on a chain! He swings the clock like a missile at Teo, who barely has time to turn around-
And smash Kemp across the midsection with a Kendo stick! The blow doubles Kemp over, and he barely misses, dropping the clock on the ground! Teo takes advantage, hitting a drop toehold and sending Kemp face first into the clock which shatters with a crunch!
Teo turns and picks up the Kendo stick, turning towards the now helpless Kemp, who is crawling up the entrance ramp! He swings it a few times, the whoosh audible on the camera, and slowly approaches his prone foe…
But Kemp rolls over, begging Teo for mercy, and reaching into his pocket, pulling out…
Zach Davis: The mask!
Indeed! Kyle Kemp reveals the mask that he stole from Teo all those weeks ago, he holds it out to Teo, on his hands and knees, and throws it at the luchador’s feet. Teo slowly bends over, never taking his eyes off Kemp, and picks it up. Slowly, and purposefully, he stares into it, and gradually he pulls the mask over his head once more, tossing the Kendo stick to the side as the fans cheer.
Freddy Whoa: And how long has Teo been waiting for this moment? The long wait is over, Teo del Sol is back!
The luchador is not done with is opponent, however, and he walks forward, grabbing Kemp by the head to drag him back to the ring…
But Kemp suddenly connects with a hard low blow! Teo doubles over in agony as Kemp shoves him to the ground. Kemp walks over to the crowd to grab another weapon as Teo struggles to recover…When suddenly something catches Kemp’s eye.
Zach Davis: Oh no, he can’t be thinking…
Indeed, Kemp’s eyes have come to rest on a weapon in the first row, a baseball bat.
Gravedigger: Oh you know Kyle Can do damage with THAT!
Kemp snatches the tool from the front row and takes a few practice swings, almost looking like his days in the minor leagues. He turns towards Teo and stalks the fallen luchador, who has made his way slowly over to the raised platform at the top of the entrance ramp. The luchador clings to the side as Kemp slowly measures his opponent up. He raises the bat and begins sprinting towards Teo, ready to take his head off!
Zach Davis: I can’t watch!
But no! At the very last second, Teo ducks the lethal bat and catches Kemp in a back body drop! Kemp is carried and flies through the air, off of the platform!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!
Gravedigger: Holy Shit!
Zach Davis: No!
Kemp is saved however from the concrete floor by the parked limousine! He is not able to avoid complete harm though, as he lands on the sunroof, crashing halfway through and trapping himself in the roof of the car.
Freddy Whoa: Holy Shit!
Gravedigger: Oh my god!
Zach Davis: Stop the damned match!
The audience quickly erupts into chants of “Holy Shit!” interspersed with “This is awesome!” As the camera hangs on the semi-destroyed limousine. A few tense moments pass, then finally the doors fall open, and Kemp flops onto the concrete, barely conscious. Teo follows closely behind, clinging to the door frame for balance, the white mask marked by red lipstick as Teo exaggeratedly wipes his brow off. He grabs Kyle roughly by the neck and throws him back on the entrance ramp.
Gravedigger: I wonder how much a chauffeur costs…
Zach Davis: Mind on the match, digger.
Teo turns towards the audience, all of whom are eagerly extending implements of destruction. Teo grabs a bottle of water and what appears to be a leftover fruitcake from the front row, he takes a big bite and throws the rest onto Kemp, where the hardened dessert leaves a visible bruise.
Freddy Whoa: Not the fruitcake! That stuff is like concrete!
Teo washes the bite down with the water bottle, then goes for another weapon. His eyes settle on a fan in the front row, wearing a trenchcoat and sunglasses, who hands him…
Zach Davis: A lego Death Star?
Teo stares in confusion but shrugs his shoulders, placing the toy on the ground and grabbing Kyle Kemp, setting him up for a piledriver!
Gravedigger: Cake and Legos, just like del Sol!
Freddy Whoa: Have you ever stepped on a lego, digger? Imagine being piledriven onto one!
Teo grabs Kemp roughly around the waist and prepares to lift… But suddenly Kemp springs to life! He stands up, and Teo clings desperately on, but Kemp grabs Teo by the legs and slams him into the lego death star with an Alabama Slam! Teo rolls in agony as the shards of plastic dig into his back! Kemp reaches out to the front row and grabs a beer offered to him by a fan. He throws his head back and swigs happily, but spits it on the ground! He turns and angrily berates the fan, apparently upset over his choice of beers.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp clearly has specific tastes.
Gravedigger: You mean the best tastes. Not like these lousy Californians.
Kemp tosses the bottle to the side and turns towards another fan, grabbing a different bottle and drinking from it instead. But he quickly grabs his throat and gasps as he realizes he has grabbed a bottle of Sriracha sauce!
Freddy Whoa: And that might be the most painful move so far! Ouch!
Kyle Kemp slams the bottle against Teo in frustration and drags his foe back to the ring, throwing him roughly under the ropes. He turns back and grabs something new from ringside, a desk lamp!
Zach Davis: Uh-oh, he might not have wanted to do that.
Indeed, Kyle Kemp has barely had time to taunt the crowd before the ring begins being showered by weapons! One by one they fly over the top rope, and Kemp has to dodge to protect himself. A vase of flowers, a Paramore Album set, an electric razor, and a sock monkey all sail through the air mixed in with countless other items that now litter the ring. Kemp flips off the crowd as the items finally sail to a stop, then pauses to look over the veritable treasure trove that now lays before him. He picks up an air horn off the ground and blares it right in the luchador’s ears! Teo calls out in agony and desperately clings to his head as Kemp laughs, blowing the airhorn into the air with a cocky grin. He reaches down and grabs a Nintendo Entertainment System, smashing it against Teo’s back as the luchador cries out in agony!
Zach Davis: This has gotten out of hand, Kemp is gonna destroy Teo!
Gravedigger: Serves him right for what he did to Kemp’s limo!
Finally, it looks like Teo can take no more, and he lays prone. Kemp then walks to the corner and bends down, setting up to end it all.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no, here it comes…
Kemp measures his opponent, making a square with his fingers as though he were taking a photo- then runs as fast as he can towards Teo!
Zach Davis: Back to the Minors!
Gravedigger: Good night!
But no! At the very last second, by instinct, luck, or both, Teo manages to spin and throw a spinning back kick right into Kemp’s face, knocking him out in mid-sprint!
Freddy Whoa: Habanero Hurricane! Talk about a One in a Million Shot!
Kyle Kemp slumps to the ground in the midst of the chaos, and Teo, unable to stand, drops down and places an arm over his opponent.
Zach Davis: That’s all!
Freddy Whoa: he did it!
No! Kyle Kemp barely gets his shoulder up at the last second! The crowd can’t believe it, and Teo rolls over, on his back, unable to move.
Gravedigger: I think that they may have to call this one off!
The referee begins counting as neither man is able to move.
Zach Davis: These two have hit each other with so much punishment, who knows what could happen?
Freddy Whoa: What’s this! Kyle Kemp has gotten to his knees!
Zach Davis: He’s up! And he hits a baseball slide on Teo!
Indeed, Kemp slams Teo with a baseball slide, knocking him towards the bottom rope, Teo clings desperately as Kemp grabs a computer keyboard.
Teo uses the ropes to make his way to his feet on the apron, but Kyle Smashes the Keyboard over his head!
Freddy Whoa: Talk about a Keyboard Warrior!
Teo clings to the top rope, barely able to keep from crashing to ringside, and Kemp goes to grab another weapon. He grabs a cast iron skillet, swinging it like a baseball bat, taking a few practice ones…
Zach Davis: That could kill Teo!
Freddy Whoa: Or at least give him brain damage!
Kyle Kemp walks over and swings the Skillet with lethal intention!
Freddy Whoa: I can’t watch!
But no! Teo manages to dodge out of the way, and the skillet sails over the top rope, exposing Kyle’s head long enough for Teo to connect with a roundhouse! Kemp falls over backwards, stunned in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: he’s in Perfect position!
Teo turns and grabs the top rope, flinging himself over with a slingshot body splash!
Freddy Whoa: The Habanero High Dive!
Teo slams down on Kemp with a smash and covers his prone foe as the audience counts with the referee!
Kyle Kemp just barely manages to get his shoulder up at the last second, the audience, the announcers, and even the referee all look at Kemp with stunned silence.
Zach Davis: He kicked out! I don’t think anyone has ever managed to kick out of the Habanero High dive before!
Freddy Whoa: I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it.
Teo looks at Kemp in stunned silence, then slowly makes his way to his feet. Kemp rolls over, and makes his way to his knees. Teo looks over the various implements of destruction, then settles on a steel chair. He walks over to Kemp, who looks up at Teo
Teo holds the chair up over his head, ready to end the match once and for all.
Kyle Kemp: Do it!
Teo pauses, staring down at his helpless foe.
Kyle Kemp: I know you want to, do it!
Teo stares at Kemp’s eyes and looks out at the crowd, who is chanting with bloodlust.
Kyle Kemp: What are you waiting for?
Teo stares down at his prone opponent…
And drops the chair. Kemp looks at him with contempt, but Teo is just unable to bring himself to finish off the helpless Kemp. Kemp shakes his head condescendingly as Teo offers Kemp his hand to help him to his feet. Kemp looks at Teo in disbelief, but makes his way to his feet and goes to slap Teo across the face!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and STILL People’s Champion…Teo del Sol!
Freddy Whoa: He did it! Teo did it!
Zach Davis: Dear lord, after all that, he manages to keep his belt on the grandest stage in wrestling!
The tune of “Kickstart My Heart” Echoes through the arena as Kyle Kemp rolls from the ring. Teo raises his hands in victory, but quickly collapses to his knees, barely able to stand after the punishment of the match. Ringside personnel hand Teo the People’s title as he uses the ropes to pull himself up, placing his arm over the referee to stand. The audience gives the two a standing ovation as the People’s champion looks out to the Staples Center. However, rather than basking in the victory, he signals for a microphone.
Zach Davis: What’s this? I think Teo has something to say to Kemp!
Freddy Whoa: After a match like that, what could there possibly be left to say?
The audience falls silent as Teo raises the microphone to his lips to speak to his foe.
Teo del Sol: Kyle...!
The would-be challenger turns back towards the ring as Teo speaks.
Teo del Sol: Kyle… I don’t like you, and I know for sure that you don’t like me. But listen here! Anyone, any person who puts forth that kind of effort, who puts his body on the line like that to try and win this belt…I may not like you, but…I have to respect that. You may not have that belt tonight, but for the first time since we’ve fought I finally felt that fire, that drive that won you this belt in the first place. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for pushing me to the limit, and thank you for giving these people the show they deserved!
The Audience explodes with cheers of “WCF!” and roars of approval, even a few “Kyle Kemp”’s are sprinkled throughout. Despite himself, Kemp offers an honest grin to the audience before turning quickly and walking to the back as the show cuts to commercial.
We cut to the car park near the building entrance to see Joseph Malignaggi climbing out of a limousine, entirely alone. There is no entourage for Malignaggi tonight as he stalks toward the building, his hoodie pulled over his head and headphones serenading him as he enters the building. He ignores a ‘hello’ from the security workers and simply continues toward his locker room. He seems to be mouthing a few words to himself, either to focus or motivate himself…not that he needed any.
Stopping outside of a locker room with the word ‘Flash – P4P #1’ on it he gives a quick, intense glance back to the camera and steps inside to begin his preparations for the fight of his life later this evening.
Zach Davis: Oh my lord. This has a big fight feel written all over it.
Freddy Whoa: I cannot wait.
Gravedigger: Can we just skip most of this card please?
Freddy Whoa: Time for the Wendy Winder on a Pole Match!
Gravedigger: grumble grumble
Zach Davis: This has become a yearly tradition of sorts. For those that are unfamiliar with BioWalker, they break up every year around this time and have a blowoff match at One.
Freddy Whoa: ... The past two years, they've reconciled. Will they get back together this year? Will friendship prevail? Or will a woman be the thing that finally breaks up one of the worst tag teams in WCF history FOREVER???
Gravedigger: We can only hope.
"Breakdown" by Biohazard hits the PA as orange lights flash. biohazard runs to the ring as the crowd boos. He's wearing his short leather jacket and dark sunglasses over his lucha mask.
Kyle Steel: This match is a WINDY WENDY ON A POLE MATCH! The first person to take Wendy Winder off the pole will be the winner! Introducing first... he's your least favorite bad lucha knockoff wrestler... BIOHAZARD!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa Kyle.
Gravedigger: Finally somebody with some sense. Matches like this devalue the product. We are a serious wrestling organization.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel hits the PA. Tyler Walker appears at the top of the ramp, looking all business. He's in fight shorts with "TW" written on them and he's wearing MMA gloves. He has his Jesus robe on but he drops it on the stage. He does the Brock bounce... until he rolls his ankle and falls down.
Gravedigger: GAWD I hate these guys.
Tyler pulls himself up by his boot straps and heads to the ring, his eyes locked on biohazard.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Santa Monica, California... also from Outer Space or whatever... TYLER 'JESUS' WALKER!
Tyler and biohazard stand across from each other, the ref getting in between to ensure that they don't start fighting until the bell rings.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes Wendy Winder!
Wendy is a hot blonde in a bikini who is currently gagged and hog tied and being carried by two members of WCF security. She is hooked up to the pole at ringside and raised like a flag to the top of the pole.
DING DING DING
Tyler looks up at Wendy on the pole... long enough for biohazard to take advantage with a running spinning heel kick to Tyler's head. Tyler shakes it off but biohazard comes back with a crossbody, and he pins Tyler!
Freddy Whoa: The ref is reminding biohazard that pinfalls do not count in this match.
Zach Davis: Hey, Randy Savage made the same mistake. It happens.
Gravedigger: Are you comparing biohazard to Macho Man?! I will choke you out.
Zach Davis: That's not what I...
Freddy Whoa: Calm down guys.
Both men to their feet. biohazard pulls up Tyler but Tyler rocks him with a headbutt. Tyler with a big right hand to biohazard's gut, doubling him over. Now Tyler with a huge knee lift, and another, and finally he shoves biohazard into the corner and lights him up with big lefts and rights.
Freddy Whoa: Tyler... er, Jesus Walker is a physical beast. He is just massive and insanely strong. If he could just... you know, have a lucid thought in his head once in a while, he could really go somewhere.
Gravedigger: Jonny Fly tried to mentor him last year. If Fly can't make a decent wrestler out of this guy, nobody can.
Tyler hits a three-point stance. biohazard stumbles out of the corner... and Tyler destroys him with a running clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA.
Tyler checks biohazard, he's not moving. He heads outside the ring and begins talking to Wendy as she is hanging from the pole.
Zach Davis: It sounds like Tyler is trying to find out if Wendy will go home with him.
Freddy Whoa: He's on one knee! Oh my God... Tyler is proposing! He just pulled a ring out of his shorts!
Gravedigger: Wendy looks conflicted-- what am I saying, I'm not getting caught up in this crap. You two can tell this story.
Zach Davis: She hasn't really responded yet-- OH!
biohazard flies over the top rope with a 720 shooting star corkscrew hurricanrana! Tyler crashes into the guardrail.
Freddy Whoa: What a move! Lucha knockoff, huh?!
biohazard leans over and grabs the ring out of Tyler's hand. He looks at it... and looks at Wendy.
Zach Davis: Is he gonna... YES HE IS! Now it's biohazard on one knee!
Wendy appears conflicted. As much as we can tell from somebody who is gagged and hog tied. After a few moments, Tyler is up!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Walker!
Tyler with a big boot to biohazard! He grabs bio and whips him into the ring apron, and then rolls him into the ring. Tyler follows and he grabs bio again-- biohazard with a low blow!
Zach Davis: TYLER NO SELLS IT!
Freddy Whoa: Now it's Tyler with the low blow to biohazard!
Zach Davis: BIOHAZARD NO SELLS IT!
Gravedigger: Their nuts are so small that it has no effect.
Tyler with a right hand. biohazard with a right hand. Tyler with a headbutt. biohazard with a headbutt. Tyler with another right. biohazard with another right. Finally they lock up... Tyler whips biohazard to the ropes... bio ducks a clothesline and keeps running, up the turnbuckles-- he flies off with a missile dropkick to Tyler-- but Tyler side steps it!
Freddy Whoa: This is the most offense either man has had all year. Fact.
Tyler pulls bio off the mat into a fireman's carry... EFF FIVE!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: That's gotta be it for biohazard. Tyler is going back to the outside... WAIT!
Gravedigger: YES! STEVE ORBIT! STEVE ORBIT IS HERE!
Orbit slides into the ring and stops Tyler in his tracks. Tyler throws a right hand-- Orbit ducks--
Freddy Whoa: PIMP SLAP!
Tyler stumbles and falls through the ropes to the outside. Orbit starts doing karate chops and all kinds of faux martial arts shit and rests in the Crane position on one leg.
Gravedigger: THE CRANE IS ALIVE HERE TONIGHT!
biohazard gets up-- CRANE KICK. Orbit is laughing as he runs up the turnbuckles. The crowd explodes.
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO... OAKLAND SPLASH! OAKLAND SPLASH!
Orbit leaps off with the somersault senton, flattening biohazard. Orbit exits the ring and grabs Tyler, rolling him into the ring. He follows Tyler, and grabs him by the head-- springboard tornado DDT!
Freddy Whoa: ORBITAL DDT!
Zach Davis: But what business does Orbit have out here?!
Gravedigger: Who cares? He saved this match. SAVED IT.
Orbit rolls Tyler next to biohazard, yelling something at them as he exits the ring, leaving them laid out.
Freddy Whoa: Wait... where's he going?
Gravedigger: He's going for Wendy!
Orbit walks over to the pole and starts lowering her to the ground. When she hits the ground, he removes the gag. He whispers something in her ear and she smiles, nodding her head "yes".
Gravedigger: THE MACK IS MACKIN' LIVE AT ONE 2015!
Orbit lifts up Wendy and throws her over his shoulder, still hogtied. He begins to walk to the back as the crowd roars it's approval.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit just stole Tyler Walker and biohazard's girlfriend! Literally!
Tyler and biohazard are beginning to come to, still laying on the mat. They look up to see Orbit, who turns around to face them with Wendy over his shoulder.
Steve Orbit: THIS IS MY BITCH NOW!
Crowd: THANK YOU OR-BIT! THANK YOU OR-BIT!
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA as Orbit begins to leave. He stops one more time to smile at the crowd, nodding his head to the music. Finally, he leaves through the curtain.
Freddy Whoa: Well... that was unexpected.
The music cuts as biohazard and Tyler are back on their feet.
Zach Davis: What now between these two?
Tyler calls for a mic. biohazard gets one too.
Tyler Walker: What now b-haz.
biohazard: ill kill steve orbit that black homo!!!
Tyler Walker: bio. he's gone. Shes gone man Windy is gone forever.
biohazard cries. Tyler cries.
Gravedigger: COME BACK ORBIT.
Crowd: HUG IT OUT! HUG IT OUT!
Tyler and bio stare at each other for a moment... and then HUG.
Freddy Whoa: What an emotional rollercoaster.
Zach Davis: I guess this means that BioWalker... Tyler Walker and biohazard... are back. Together.
Tyler and biohazard raise each other's arm. Even the ref rolls his eyes.
Gravedigger: Great. They're back. Can we PLEASE end this now.
Tyler and b-haz hug again as the scene ends.
The scene fades into the jam packed One arena where the competitors of the Battle Royal are already standing in the ring, ready to go! Except one man that is!
Dag Riddik stomps confidently down the ramp and into the ring. He leans over the rope nearest the announce table and holds his hand out. He waits to the confusion of those at ringside.
Dag Riddik: Hey! Hello? Yeah, you, tech chick, wouldja mind doing your damn job? Hand me one of those microphones, yeah that, the things you fuck yourself with. Like you don't think people know. No no, it's fine, I don't mind smelling pussy whenever possible. Maybe after the match you can follow me back and celebrate my victory with me? You'll never be happy with a "microphone" again, lady.
The disgusted ringside assistant handed him the mic. Dag shot her a half smile, sniffed it, and winked. The woman motioned like she threw up in her mouth and stormed off to her seat. Dag walked to the center of the ring and begins speaking.
Dag Riddik: Ladies and gentlemen, meet your newest public enemy number one! Who am I, you ask? Why didn't the ring announcer chick say my name as I descended that long ramp down to your pathetic level? It's simple- I hate repeating myself. Hate it. And I know damn well I already told you my name, so I'm not going to repeat myself, nor let that milf remind those who were too stupid to be paying proper attention. I'm not here to be remembered because of my striking, intimidating name- I'm here to be remembered for actions. Starting tonight, I'm going to be remembered as the Norwegian badass who debuted at One in an eleven man (and one Polynesian Princess- call me!) battle royal, and won! I'm not accepting defeat tonight. Well hell, what kind of person would I be if I accepted defeat anytime?
I know there are those who do. They go around saying, 'It's alright, there's always next time, I just have to try again.' Well those people are simply complacent and accepting of their failure. They tell themselves that because they know they are stuck in an eternal loop of inadequacy. Just- like- you.
Dag Riddik points his hand out and sweeps it across the crowd. They boo mildly.
Dag Riddik: What? You've all heard that one before? Isn't it enough to rustle your jimmies anymore? Don't worry- I can get you guys reacting. Well- maybe not her.
Dag points to a massive fat woman sitting a few seats behind the front row.
Dag Riddik: I don't think anyone could get her to react, if you know what I mean. How could one even get in that? There's no way all that lard could be pushed aside. But no, let me guess- three kids? People disgust me. Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your damn money on good seats and instead got some liposuction. I mean, person to person, here- you're gonna die soon. That's how freakin fat you are. You're gonna die from being fat. How's that piece of truth feel?
The crowd is booing more, but some men are laughing.
Dag Riddik: Oh you think this is funny? You think whale tits mcfatass over there is funny? Well she is, to me, because I'm so far above her and all of you mentall that it's hardly even conceivable. But for you, lowly, pathetic, mongruel, instinct driven creatures, you'd fuck that in a heartbeat. Don't tell me you wouldn't. If you're here, watching anybody but me, you obviously have no standards. Don't lie to yourselves.
The crowd's boos pick up.
Dag Riddik: There you go, now you're getting it, put a little more money in my pocket, yyeeahh. Boo me! C'mon, boo me! You people truly are too damn stupid to know how this works. Don't blow your vocal chords though because you've all got to sing Let It Go on the car ride home, right? Christ, I can't even imagine how disturbingly pathetic your home lives must be. It's a good thing I'm so far above you all. I mean just think about it: Here I am, in a multi million dollar sport, competing for shipping containers full of money, while you wastes of oxygen pay to see me! With every ticket you idiots bought, you gave me more money! And here you are getting chastised for it! Is it some sick fetish? Are you all jerking it out there? And I'm including whale tits mcfatass because for all I know that might actually be a guy. You people are, most definitely, the most disgusting creatures I have ever had the displeasure of encountering. Of course, what could I have expected coming to California. Where are the pot head pieces of garbage, and all the fags? Oh, way up in the nosebleed seats because you blow your money on drugs and prostitute blowjobs, repectively? Well, true, true, some of you do both. Alright, now I'm getting antsy. I've wasted enough time on you pieces of trash. It's time to deliver.
Zach Davis: Can we get this match started already?
Gravedigger: You mean the obligatory clusterfuck battle royal?!
Freddy Whoa: And this match is for a shot at...nothing? That kind of blows!
Zach Davis: What are you talking about? We have pride on the line! Respect!...and the African American Championship!
Freddy Whoa: In the ring, we have D'Angelo Hall, Andre Aquarius, Bad News Benson, Lesean Urban, Colton Moore, Jade Shocker, Xander Erik, Wallace, Sandy Coconutz, Dag Riddick, and Brao Kitt!
Zach Davis: And it looks like the referee is calling for the bell!...
Freddy Whoa: Wait...it looks like D'Angelo Hall is being ejected from the match!
Gravedigger: What just happened?!
Zach Davis: That looks like an Uzi of some kind! A Mac 10! GEYUTT DOWWWN!!!
Freddy Whoa: It's fake! It's a squirt gun!
The referee starts squirting water out of the pistol!
Gravedigger: D'Angelo tried to get in his opponents heads, but it cost him the match!
D' Angelo leaves the ring, laughing at the bustas left in the match...but Andre leaps the top rope and starts fighting D' Angelo all the way to the back!
Zach Davis: Aquarius just eliminated himself to go after D' Angelo! It looks like their rivalry continues!
Freddy Whoa: The action is finally getting started in the ring after the confusion at the start there! Brao has Xander locked in a choke hold and we have Benson wailing on Urban and Moore in the corner!
Zach Davis: Riddick is just circling his opponents and it looks like Sandy is sending a Snapchat!
Gravedigger: She is! I just got it! "Live at One LMFAO!" You are Sandy! This is live from One! Go geddum guuurl!
Jade Shocker tries to slam into an unawares Dag with a crushing lariat...but Dag percieved it! A quick sidestep and he effortlessly throws Jade over the top rope!
Zach Davis: What a sick landing! I think that was right on his neck!
Gravedigger: I bet you dollars to poonuts that we won't be seeing him again!
Freddy Whoa: And what a move by Dag. Cunning, calculating...you have to imagine what's in store for the rest of this battle royal!
Dag tries to jump on Sandy, but he's interrupted by Benson who just made short work of Urban and Moore! Benson and Dag start to duke it out as Sandy sends another Snapchat...but in the reflection of her selfie, she sees Xander coming up with a dropkick. She ducks and Xander flies over the top rope, eliminating himself!
Gravedigger: SANDY!...I mean, damn girl, nice move. Yeah, Wavedigger! That's my name, don't wear it out.
Zach Davis: Uhh...what?
In the ring, Dag and Benson trade blows until Benson runs up on Dag with a lariat...but Dag shoots Benson over the top rope with a hip toss...
Zach Davis: Benson eliminated!...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He skinned the cat! He's still in it!
Gravedigger: That's sick dude, see a therapist.
Benson floats back into the ring and blasts an unaware Dag from behind!
Zach Davis: Urban and Moore getting to their feet!...
Freddy Whoa: Benson blasts both of them over the top rope with a double clothesline! What a move, eliminating both Moore and Urban!
Freddy Whoa: Watch out for Dag!
Dag slips behind Benson and throws him over the top again...but Benson lands on the apron and punches Riddick in the face, knocking him back! Benson climbs back into the ring from the dangerous apron position!
Zach Davis: Wallace is coming to in the corner!
Freddy Whoa: Superkick by Sandy!...
Sandy lands in a double leg split, dick punch, drink sip, blunt toke, snapchat, instagram, dubba bubba and leaps to her feet! Wallace charges her again but gets caught with that Punta-CUNT-rana for his troubles and gets sent over the top rope to the floor below!
Gravedigger: IM IN LOVE WIDDA COCO BABY!
Sandy starts celebrating to an unusual amount of cheers for a member of #BeachKrew.
Zach Davis: It looks like the crowd really digs her style!
Freddy Whoa: WOMENS REVOLUTION DUDES! THIS IS HOW ITS DONE CONNECTICUT!
Sandy Coconutz: YOU DONT KNOW ME! YOU DONT KNOW MY STRUGGLE!
All of a sudden Bad News Benson takes her down with a Clothesline. The crowd boos as she gets back up and Benson throws her to the ropes and runs at her and Clotheslines her again. She drops down. Benson runs at her and hits a running kick to her crotch!
Gravedigger: The Field Goal! But.. she doesn't.. have.... y'know...
Zach Davis: WAIT! She caught his foot!
Indeed, Sandy Coconutz caught Benson's foot with her... uh.. anyway, she has control. She gets to her feet and releases his foot and Superkicks him over the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: Wow. What a spot.
She turns around and is immediately hit with a Knockout Punch to her jaw!, from Brao Kitt! The fans boo as she flies out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Sandy Coconutz did great in this match but Brao Kitt used the element of surprise.
Brao Kitt goes face to face with Dag Riddik.
Zach Davis: This match has come down to two men. This match may have been crazy, but we've talked about One being a career-making event. Well, here we go!, one of these guys will have a career making moment by winning this Battle Royal!
The two begin trading blows. Dag Riddik goes to throw Brao Kitt to the ropes, but Kitt reverses it, sending Riddik into the ropes instead. As Riddik comes back Kitt hits a jujitsu strike, sending Riddik reeling. He hits a few other jujitsu strikes before tossing Riddik over the top.
Freddy Whoa: Brao Kitt wins it!
No!, Dag Riddik lands on the apron. Kitt goes for a kick to Riddik's head but Riddik ducks that and climbs back in. Riddik goes for another strike but Riddik catches him and puts him into a Kimura Lock!
Gravedigger: TRUMP CARD!
NO!, Brao Kitt has the move scouted and escapes it before it can be applied. He runs at him and goes for a big Knockout Punch!, but Riddik avoids it and uses Kitt's own momentum to send him over the top!
Zach Davis: DAG RIDDIK WINS IT!
The bell sounds!
Freddy Whoa: There you have it! In the end, this match came down to two new faces, but only one could walk away the winner. And that man is Dag Riddik.
The fans boo as Riddik gets his arm raised.
Gravedigger: You guys talked about the whole career-making thing, but that only matters if someone runs with the opportunity. Quite frankly, we've seen newcomers debut at One and disappear weeks later. We've seen people take huge losses and go on to become World Champions. Tonight is important, but can Dag Riddik capitalize on his success? Can Brao Kitt come back from the loss? We'll find out on Slam.
We fade away as, for tonight, Dag Riddik celebrates a win on the biggest show of the year.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Making his way to ring at this time weighing in at 210 pounds...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania....Dexter Radcliffe!
"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" begins playing and Dexter Radcliffe comes out from the back to cheers from the crowd with his arms raised and the crowd cheering. He then sprints at full speed to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope hopping to his feet quickly after. He runs over to the corner and jumps onto the second turnbuckle and begins pointing at the Pantheon logo on his shirt. He then steps up to the top rope and proceeds to back flip into the center of the ring and his theme comes to an end."
Kyle Steel: An his opponent weighing in at 130 pounds, hailing from Paris, France.....Celeste!
"Kill the lights by The Birthday Massacre begins to play. A chorus of boo's fill the arena. Celeste makes her way out on to the ramp.Her feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back. Not a drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation. She removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic."
Freddy Whoa: Here we go! This intergender contest is Radcliffe's first bout since his big loss at the hands of one Andre Holmes. How does he come out tonight?
Zach Davis: Not to sound like a sexist here but I got to think he has the upper hand on Celeste.
Gravedigger: I have to agree with Zach on this but she sure is something to look at.
The match gets under way. Dexter is smiling at the woman standing across the ring from him. The two meet at the center of the ring. Radcliffe gives her an open shot and puts his hands behind his back.
Gravedigger: I have a strong feeling he is going to regret being a gentleman.
Celeste smiles and immediately kicks him below the belt causing Dexter to go to his knees. She smiles before proceeding to stomp him. The ref comes in to warn Celeste about the low blow and during this time Dexter is slowly making it back to his feet. He wastes to time and lunges across the ring driving a forearm into the back of a distracted Celeste. He then proceeds to stomp her head.
Zach Davis: Wasting no time retaliating after a devastating low blow from Celeste.
Dexter backs away and starts motioning for Celeste to get up which she does albeit very slowly. Once she is standing again Dexter comes straight at her with a clothesline which she is able to avoid by ducking. On the rebound she lands a kick to the midsection followed by poking Dexter directly in the eyes. Dexter clutches his face in pain.
Freddy Whoa: The tactics by Celeste are brutal but efficient but is it enough to secure her victory here this evening?
While Dexter is recovering the ref once again gets in Celeste's face warning her that this is her last chance. Dexter pulls him self up and see's a distracted Celeste. He charges at her with full force but at the last minute she manages to move sending Dexter straight into the ref.
Zach Davis: The ref is down! The ref is down!
A distracted Dexter Radcliffe doesn't notice Celeste removing a stashed set of brass knuckles from her attire. Radcliffe turns around and heads in her direction but receives a big surprise as Celeste lands a huge blow to his head sending him straight to the mat. She once again hides the foreign object and proceeds to shake the ref who is already recovering and goes for the pin.
Gravedigger: I told you guys she had this one sealed up!
Zach Davis: Dirty tactics by Celeste secure her victory here tonight at One.
Freddy Whoa: What an upset!?
Kyle Steel: Your winner, Celeste!
Celeste wastes no time heading to the back and celebrating the whole way to a thick chorus of boo's from the fans while the ref is trying to revive Radcliffe. Radcliffe comes to and immediately gets hostile with the ref pointing to his head and making a fist to show that she used something to hit him. The ref sticks by the count and Radcliffe retreats to the back while still holding his head.
Zach Davis: Up next is our Torneo Cibernetico match!
Gravedigger: Let's take some time to explain the rules here. Each member of the two teams must tag in a predetermined, specific order. This is an elimination tag match.
Freddy Whoa: However, if one team has multiple men left, those men must fight it out! There can be only one winner.
Zach Davis: Team One's order will be Holmes, Starr, Punkin, Henry. Team Two's order will be Maxx, Bludde, Loco, Core.
The opening sound effects of "Relentless" by New Years Day are heard, and the audience knows what they are in stored for. The moment the opening guitar riffs, and drums blast the introduction, the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers for one of their most cherished athletes in the ring. The lights dim to cover the arena in a blanket of darkness while the strobe lights waver around in a synchronized dance to the rhythm of the song. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with a great smile on his face, receiving all the praise he can get. His hazel eyes wanders to his loyal fans, and he is well dressed in his ring attire with a black vest zipped up with his name on it. He walks down the entrance path, and then stops when the lyrics says "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up..."; Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and a parallel line of pyro shoot up at once behind him.
Afterwards, he continues his path down to ringside meeting a few fans on the way, and quickly hops onto the apron. Swooping through the ropes, he charges to the nearest corner and leaps to stand on the second rope singing out the chorus of the song with pride, and great fashion. Hopping down to the canvas, the lights return to brighten the faces of each member in the audience while Andre unzips his black vest and hands it to the ringside crew. After the music fades, he rests back in the corner preparing while the crowd chants his name.
Gravedigger: Andre Holmes is still new to the WCF, but he's seen a lot of success so far and he's gotten people talking.
Freddy Whoa: One is a career-making event, Gravedigger. This could be the breakout match for any of these eight men.
"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start walks out from backstage, surveying the crowd. He nods, pointing to the ring. He starts down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then pops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his match to begin.
The Arena goes black and only the titan tron shows any light, a bright white circle of it at the end of a tunnel, the screen flickers with some static a couple of times showing a man in black advancing with every break in the video until he is standing before us with his fists raised to the screen with white tape on his knuckles and the words "DEFO DEAD" written across them in black marker.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, from Goreyville by way of Coleraine, Northern Ireland and the deepest recesses of a broken young man's mind, THIS IS THE PUNKIN!
A screaming laughter fills the arena as the song kicks in and a tall masked man falls out through the curtain almost capering instead of his counterparts Swagger filled stroll, he makes his way to the ring all the while talking either to himself or screaming indecipherable phrases at the crowd, he doesn't waste anytime lifting his battle armour off setting it on the ring apron in front of him. He steps back almost tripping over his own feet sizing up the armour shadow boxing with it in a ridiculous fashion before rolling into the ring and climbing up on the top rope showing off the badly spelled words on his knuckles again before sitting down on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring, hooks his legs underneath the bolt then lays back in the tree of woe with his arms crossed talking to himself and waiting for the bell
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he hops the turnbuckle and 'gets loose' awaiting his opponent.
Rage Maxx emerges from the entrance slowly and stops and then looks from one side of the arena to the other. After this pause the energy quicks in and Maxx throws his arms in the air and his head straight back usually screaming something indiscernible. Rage proceeds slowly albeit with high intensity slapping hands with fans. He then enters the ring ascending to the second turnbuckle and mouthing with fans.
Maroon Five’s “Animals” plays as B’wana swans down the ramp to the ring and up the steps. He gives the pelt to a stagehand and enters the ring between the ropes, after which he goes to his corner and waits.
"The Truth" by Beanie Siguel starts playing as Loco steps out with a Skull face cover and a black Oakland Raiders cap on threw the smoke . He throws up the LA sign and starts walking towards the ring grabbing his crotch area yelling slurs at the fans in Spanish. He reaches the ring and throws the LA sign again and then creeps around the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and threw the ropes right into the center of the ring. He throws up the LA sign again and fakes throwing his cap into the crowd. Loco throws up a double bird and then takes of his face cover.
Upon entering the arena, Core stops at the top of the aisle with his hands behind his back and looks around the arena. He walks slowly and reservedly to the ring looking at the ignorant fans with disdain. Once in the ring he grabs a mic.
Bernard Core: I hope you all had a Merry Christmas. And why wouldn’t you? You all got what you wanted. The power of the Common Core Learning Standards has been stripped. For those of you that are uninformed on this piece of information, which is probably 99% of you, let me enlighten you. Congressman Lee Zeldin, from my home state of New York, added an amendment to the recent “Every Student Succeeds Act,” the law which takes away the federal government’s power to mandate standardized testing. The Zeldin Amendment allows states- you know, those things that the stars on our flag represent- to opt out of the Common Core Learning Standards without losing federal funding. And guess what? The amendment passed both houses of Congress!
The crowd cheers.
Bernard Core: I thought you would like that. But do you know what that means? That means that the federal government has nothing to hold over the states now when it comes to implementing the Common Core. And if there’s no incentive for the states to use Common Core, then the teachers have no incentive to get off of their fat butts and teach! And if the teachers have no incentive to teach, then your children have no intention to learn any skill needed to be successful. And if your children have no incentive to learn, then this country will become an intellectual wasteland! We won’t be able to manufacture a toothpick let alone heavy machinery! Our military will be the weakest it’s been since the Battles of Lexington and Concord! And of course, our education ranking will fall lower and lower and lower until we are in the same boat as third world countries like Somalia! Hell, we may even become the first fourth world country!
But as long as your children were happy with the new iPhone you bought them, everything in your eyes is okay. Well, I hope you all enjoyed getting what you wanted this Christmas, but in a few days, 2015 will be over and 2016 will begin, and in 2016, I’m going to get what I want. I may not have been able to convince you muttonheads to see the big picture and embrace Common Core, but I am going to make this country’s educational system uniform, standardized, and up to MY standards.
And I’ll tell you this; I have a plan in place for 2016. It involves my success out in the field of education and in this ring. At first, it’s going to be painful. It will be painful for the boys in the back and for you people watching it live and on television, but you all will be brought to bear.
And that’s not a New Year’s resolution.
It’s a New Year’s guarantee.
The bell sounds!
Zach Davis: Time for some action!
Andre Holmes and Rage Maxx square off and tie up. Lucky Starr and Bludde are both on the apron as Punkin and Henry wait on the outside on one side, and Core and Loco on the outside on the other side. Holmes gains the advantage over Maxx, forcing him into the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Homles then runs at Maxx and Clotheslines him down. Maxx gets back up and Holmes executes a Belly to Belly Suplex!, throwing Maxx into the Holmes team corner. Holmes tags in Starr.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Lucious Starr!
Rage Maxx has stumbled up and Starr runs at him and tackles him, executing a Thesz Press before hitting him with punch after punch. Starr roles away and pulls Maxx in as he stumbles up... Double Arm DDT! Starr goes for the pin.
No!, Maxx kicks out.
Gravedigger: We haven't seen a whole lot from Rage Maxx yet but he's clearly talented. He's got a lot to prove and doesn't want to be eliminated first.
Starr lifts Maxx up and puts him in a headlock before backing into the corner and tagging in Punkin. Punkin Springboards in and drops an elbow on Maxx's back. Starr lets go of the headlock and leaves the ring. Punkin kicks at Maxx a few times before letting Maxx stumble to his feet. Some of Maxx's team reach out their hands for tags, but Punkin runs at them and elbows them away.
Zach Davis: It looks like Punkin's team definitely has a gameplan. They've isolated Rage Maxx and they keep making quick tags so whoever is in the ring is always fresh. Rage Maxx may be tough but he's got to make a tag or disrupt the plan somehow if he wants to stay in this.
Maxx has gotten to his feet and Punkin hits him with several martial arts kicks. He follows up with a Vertical Suplex, after which he floats over and goes for a pin.
No!, another kickout.
Gravedigger: Maxx kicked out again, but with less force than last time.
Punkin tags in WCF veteran Doc Henry. Henry climbs to the top.
Zach Davis: Henry's first move of the match... and he's going ALL-IN!
As Henry nears the mat, Rage Maxx launches himself AND SPEARS HENRY INSTEAD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Henry's body is sent crashing into the mat! With the last of his strength Rage Maxx grabs Henry and executes a Reverse Russian Legsweep!
Freddy Whoa: What a reversal! This may be it!
Maxx pins Henry!
The crowd is shocked.
Gravedigger: Unbelievable! Rage Maxx, after going through a beating, has pinned WCF legend Doc Henry!
Zach Davis: Henry's team's plan was going flawlessly until Henry's high risk didn't pay off. Now, they're one member down. Can they come back from it?
Holmes enters the ring and runs at Rage Maxx, but Maxx ducks away from him and hits a Big Boot. Maxx then dives and tags in B'Wanna Bludde!
Freddy Whoa: Finally!, there's the tag!
Bludde enters the match and runs at Holmes, hitting him with a Jumping Calf Kick. Bludde goes for a pin.
No!, kickout by Holmes. Without missing a beat Bludde lifts Holmes up and executes a Snapmare before locking in a Sleeper.
Crowd: LET'S GO AN-DRE! LET'S GO AN-DRE!
Andre Holmes begins working his way to his feet and elbows his way out of Bludde's hold. Andre hits the ropes and runs at Bludde, hitting a Spinning Heel Kick! Holmes tags in Starr.
Gravedigger: One member down or not, they've still got a plan; the key to this match may be quick tags.
That said, Bludde has made the tag too, bringing in Loco. Loco runs at Starr, who goes for a Superkick!, but Loco ducks it. Loco hits the ropes, comes back, and Dropkicks Starr. Starr is sent into a neutral corner. Loco runs at him and hits him with a Clothesline, which Starr stumbles out from.. and right into an Exploder Suplex! Loco keeps it bridged into a pin!
No!, Starr kicks out.
Zach Davis: If Starr's team loses another member, this match is as good as over for them, I'd wager. But Starr kicked out!
Loco measures Starr as Starr gets to his feet and grapples him... BOOM, huge Overhead Belly to Belly! Loco then tags Bernard Core in.
Freddy Whoa: How a man like Bernard Core is coexisting on the same team with Loco is beyond me. But here he comes.
Core enters the ring and cockily measures Starr as Starr tries to get to his feet. Core grapples Starr from behind, he's thinking German!, but Starr struggles against it. Starr elbows Core a few times before switching behind him.. Starr hits a German Suplex of his own!, dropping Bernard Core right on his head!
Gravedigger: DAMN! Vicious!
Starr pins Core!
No!, Core kicks out.
Zach Davis: As beautiful of a German as that was, this is Core's first moments in the match. He's gotta get worn down before he can be beaten.
Starr tags in Punkin. Core is already up and Punkin yells for him to bring it. Core runs at Punkin but Punkin lifts Core up into the Death Valley Driver position; Punkin runs into the corner and executes a Blu Ray!
Freddy Whoa: A Blu Ray during a Torneo Cibernetico by Punkin! Can't beat that!
Punkin stumbles back and lifts Core up...
Gravedigger: He wants Bernard Core to Crack a Smile!
No!, Core escapes the setup of the move, landing behind Punkin. Core executes a Million Dollar Dream Suplex!
Zach Davis: Beautiful!
Bernard Core quickly tags in Rage Maxx. Maxx re-enters the match and Spears down Punkin before going for a pin.
No!, Punkin kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Once again, another elimination for this team means defeat!, but Punkin is showing heart.
Maxx, still hurting from earlier, tags in B'Wanna Bludde. Bludde enters the ring and runs at Punkin... Crane Kick!
Zach Davis: THE GAME IS A FOOT!
No!, Punkin sidesteps it and hits a Superkick!
Gravedigger: He foregoes the usual DEFINITELY DEAD theatrics, he had to hit that!
Punkin tags in Andre Holmes. Holmes Springboards in and executes a Missile Dropkick as Bludde runs at him. Bludde rolls away and tags in Loco. Loco enters and runs at Holmes... East Los Lariat!
Freddy Whoa: No!, Holmes has it scouted and ducks it.
As both men turn to each other Holmes kicks Loco in the gut and then brings him up for a Powerbomb, running into the corner and throwing Loco into it!
Zach Davis: Bad Landing! He hits it! Into the pin!
Gravedigger: Andre Holmes evens things up!
Loco rolls out of the ring as Bernard Core enters, attacking Holmes from behind, hitting him with several strikes. Core lifts him up and executes a High Angle Backdrop Suplex! He then tags Rage Maxx back in.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Rage Maxx, and Holmes has just tagged in Lucky Starr too.
The two fresh men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading blows. Lucky Starr gets the advantage and pulls Maxx in...
Zach Davis: Pullback Discus Elbow!
No!, Maxx ducks it. Maxx then brings Starr in and executes his Reverse Russian Legsweep!
Gravedigger: He hits it again! Into the pin!
Punkin quickly enters the match and grapples Maxx from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Tower of Chaos!
Punkin pins Maxx.
Bludde is almost immediately in the ring... He rolls Punkin up from behind!
Foot on the ropes.
Zach Davis: What!
This leaves Andre Holmes, who is able to run at the unsuspecting Bludde and hit a Crane Kick!
Gravedigger: Once again The Game Is A Foot! Now a pin!
And finally Bernard Core is in the ring, he spins Holmes around and lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: FISHERMAN BRAINBUSTER!
Bernard Core confidently pins Andre Holmes.
Zach Davis: WHAT!? ANDRE HOLMES KICKED OUT!
Gravedigger: I don't believe it!
Freddy Whoa: I can't even catch my breath! Within a matter of moments, this match has come down to one versus one!
Zach Davis: Definitely an unbelievable string of eliminations there - each team used the element of surprise to pin their opponent. Up until now!
Bernard Core can't believe that Andre Holmes kicked out. The fans boo Core as he stalks the ring, not sure what to do. Andre Holmes begins getting to his feet. Once he's to a vertical base, Core runs at him and hits a Missile Dropkick, taking him back down. He then grabs his leg.
Gravedigger: Here it comes! He's going to lock in the Common Crab.
The fans boo heavily as Core has Holmes' leg, but Holmes quickly scurries to the rope, grabbing it and forcing Core not to lock in the hold. Core instead pulls Holmes back into the middle of the ring, but Holmes is able to kick Core away. Core rushes Holmes, who grabs him and hits a Samoan Drop!, which he follows up with by hitting a Standing Shooting Star Splash into a pin!
No!, Bernard Core kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Shooting Star Samoan there, awesome combination.
Andre Holmes goes for the submission now, grabbing Core's legs.
Zach Davis: He's going for the Home Sweet Holmes!
No!, Core kicks him away this time. Both men are to their feet and run at each other...
Gravedigger: Holmes runs into a kick from Core! Core takes him up... STANDARDIZATION!
Core goes for the pin once more.
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: WHAT A MATCH! And we have a winner.
Freddy Whoa: Much to the fans' chagrin, Bernard Core picks up the win during tonight's Torneo Cibernetico.
Core struggles to his feet as Holmes rolls out of the ring. He gets his arm raised, jeering at the fans.
Gravedigger: Andre Holmes' team was fighting an uphill battle once Doc Henry was eliminated, and they couldn't quite come back from that. Bernard Core kept himself pretty fresh until the very end, and it paid off for him.
We go to a commercial for something or another as Core continues celebrating his victory.
The lights black out and a light cheer erupts from the crowd. Suddenly on the video screen, a purple potion appears with it's bubbling echoing through the arena. As the potion tips over from the screen smoke seems to appear where the liquid would land. After the potion empties, a lightning bolt erupts from the smoke, somehow turning the lights on. As the smoke clears it becomes evident that the bolt emanated from Greybeard's staff. When the lights snap on, his signature booty bass drops and he shuffles to the ring, staff in hand. Behind him, the Alchemist is in his ring gear pulling the wagon of potions along. He wears a brown singlet, covered by gym shorts and a brown t-shirt. Greybeard dances his way down the aisle forgoing any hi-5's, but Al lags behind, happy to oblige. They reach their corner and begin to talk strategy.
Suddenly the distinctive heavy distortion of Slayer fills the arena. Their confusing rendition of Henry Mancini's boogie woogie classic blares over the speakers as Stampy emerges. In his hand, he holds a long chain which he tugs, forcing Lute Boy to enter the stage as well. Lute Boy shambles forward dressed in dirty rags with a grim countenance.
Freddy Whoa: There is the monster Stampy and is that...yeah! It's Lute Boy. He's got him out here to get to his opponents.
In the ring, Greybeard and the Alchemist make their way to the rampside ropes, glaring intensely at Lute Boy in chains.
Zach Davis: Let's find out who Stampy's partner is!
Everyone turns toward the stage, some of the crowd still booing. After a short time, nothing happens. Attention shifts back to Stampy who lets out a maniacal laugh before producing a key. He lets out a loud blast of an elephant noise before loosing Lute Boy. His fists are balled tightly and his head down. He stalks toward the ring in front of a thrilled Stampy. Greybeard's eyes widen as Lute Boy comes to the ring, pleading with him to come to his senses. It is to no avail, Lute Boy refuses to even acknowledge him. Both teams are in their corner's awaiting introductions.
Kyle Steel: "The following contest is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall." He motions toward a confident looking Stampy and a psychotic looking Lute Boy. "At a combined weight of 419 pounds, the team of Stampy and Luuute Boy!" Boos ring out in the crowd. "In this corner, at a combined weight of 595 pounds, Greybeard and the Alchemist!" Light cheers follow. The bell rings and the match has officially begun with Stampy and the Alchemist leading off.
Freddy Whoa: We're gonna see the two big men lead it off, here we go!
Stampy and the Alchemist circle each other, locking up for a moment before shoving off neutrally. They lock up again, this time the Alchemist shoving Stampy back. Stampy uses the momentum to bounce off the rope and throw a shoulder block toward the Alchemist. His large frame is rocked back, but not knocked down.
Freddy Whoa: Al is listed at 310 pounds, but who knows what he actually weighs.
Zach Davis: I hope the ring is reinforced for this one!
Stampy stands his ground, motioning for the Alchemist to return the favor, which he does. Stampy is rocked back slightly but returns with a forearm. The two are now exchanging big shots! It's Stampy who is dazed first! This allows Al to land numerous unanswered blows.
Zach Davis: Stampy is in trouble here!
The Alchemist loads up for a haymaker but Stampy manages to duck under sending Al into the corner turnbuckle. Stampy shakes his head regaining his senses and lands a huge splash onto Al's back that sends him tumbling backward to the canvas. Stampy methodically stomps on Al, making his way around his whole body.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know if Al is going to be able to get up from this beating!
Stampy lifts Al to his feet and backs him into his team's corner. He peppers Al with short jabs, prompting the ref to count. When Stampy refuses to break, the ref backs him up allowing Lute Boy to gnaw on Al's forehead, drawing a reaction from the crowd.
Zach Davis: ooh thats nasty.
Once Lute Boy is done, Stampy pulls Al by the arm, into another shoulder block. He does this a few more times, taking time to taunt his opposition. His hubris gets to him though and Al manages to escape the hold and makes the tag to a fired up Greybeard. He hops over the top rope to a cheer and is ready to get to business with Stampy. Stampy simply laughs and extends his hand, bringing Lute Boy into the match.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure what is about to happen!
Lute Boy stalks Greybeard, circling. Greybeard appears to be speaking to him, but his words can't be made out. As the two circle, Stampy manages to grab Greybeard and Lute Boy begins to assault him with a wild flurry of punches. Lute Boy savagely beats his former friend to the ground and then begins to bite his skull, which the ref does his best to stop.
Zach Davis: Stampy has transformed this former bard into some sort of monster himself!
Lute Boy picks up Greybeard and headlock hip tosses him to the middle of the ring, locking in a submission hold the anaconda vice. The ref slides in but Greybeard refuses to quit. He gets to his feet, arm still locked up by Lute Boy in a hammer lock. Greybeard turns in, reversing the hold, he lets go of the hammerlock and transitions into a side headlock. Lute Boy shoves him off into the ropes, Lute Boy drops low forcing Greybeard to hop over and into the other side's ropes. He bounces toward Lute Boy who catches him with a drop kick. Lute Boy pops up along with Greybeard landing a firemans carry that he chains into a chin lock.
Zach Davis: Why hasn't Greybeard been using Lute Boy more? He's a better wrestler than he is!
Greybeard manages to get to his feet and staggers toward his corner as Lute Boy torques the chinlock. He pulls Greybeard back, thwarting his progress. Greybeard makes another run, using all of his might to pull Lute Boy toward his corner. He submarines low, sending Lute Boy toward the corner face first. Greybeard makes the tag and gets outside for a much needed rest. Al comes in and puts Lute Boy in the corner, landing a back elbow before tagging Greybeard back in. Greybeard seems pulls Lute Boy to the middle, but seems hesitant to strike his former friend. The crowd urges him on, but Lute Boy lands a low blow first.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe he learned his lesson, but its a little too late!
Lute Boy makes the tag to Stampy who comes in and begins stomping Greybeard mercilessly. The two double team him for what seems much longer than a five count before the Alchemist lumbers in, trying to neutralize Stampy.
Freddy Whoa: The ref has lost control of this one!
Indeed he has and the bell rings out futilely. The battle wages on in the ring as the camera cuts away.
Zach Davis: Well fans... Looks like this is one story we won't see conclude tonight at One.
Freddy Whoa: Alright folks, next up it’s -
The camera cuts to a shot of a hallway somewhere backstage in the Staples Center.
Freddy Whoa: Whoops...looks like we’ve got something happening in the back.
The cameraman backs away from an exit sign that points down another hallway. Suddenly, the hulking frame and half-masked face of Dune turns the corner and heads our way. The crowd boos to see him, and the cameraman quickens his pace as Dune’s long strides threaten to close the gap between them.
Freddy Whoa: My oh my, look at him. Dune has arrived, folks, and the people here are not pleased to see the man whose vicious attacks have left Joseph Malignaggi out of competition since Malignaggi defeated him WAR.
Gravedigger: There he is - the man they’ll be calling the Malignaggi Killer after tonight!
Zach Davis: Don’t they already call him that?
Gravedigger: What’s that, an inside joke or something?
Zach Davis: No, it’s -
Gravedigger: One, Zach. This is One. Do NOT ruin this for me!
Freddy Whoa: Dune’s looking to avenge his losing the World Title to Malignaggi that night at WAR nearly 3 months ago, and from the expression in his eyes, he’s got nothing else on his mind.
The cameraman trips up a bit in his backpedaling, and Dune closes the gap between them. His icy blue eyes glare just past the lens at the cameraman as he motions for him to move aside. When he doesn’t oblige, a menacing scowl comes over Dune’s face before he lashes out and swats the side of the camera. Our last view is of the fall to the floor before the jumbotron goes black.
Freddy Whoa: Somebody get back there and see to it no one’s hurt!
Gravedigger: Take your time though. Can we move on already? I want to see some action!
Freddy Whoa: I’m afraid we have to...
Gravedigger: And now we're in for a treat. Benjamin Atreyu, God Given Greatness himself, is returning to the ring.
Zach Davis: He and Vengeance have been going back and forth for a while now. Benjamin Atreyu was elected the Head of Talent Relations, and as such, vowed not to put his hands on WCF talent. However, Vengeance quickly made it his mission to get him back into the ring... so he could kick his ass.
The lights go out in the arena Vengeance appears on the titantron in red and black letters as pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp aand red lights fill the arena the Vengeful one by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.
Freddy Whoa: I think it may be safe to say this is Vengeance's biggest WCF match to date. A high profile singles match at One against one of the most talented men to step foot into the ring.
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, staring with a fixed focus on the ring as he descends the stage.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Freddy, Benjamin Atreyu may be talented, but he hasn't wrestled for months. And Vengeance has been on fire. Will Atreyu show ring rust? Will he be able to stop Vengeance's onslaught?
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Only one way to find out. HERE WE GO!
Vengeance runs at Atreyu, not wasting time. Atreyu expected as much and lifts his boot up, causing Vengeance to run right into it. Vengeance shrugs it off, which Atreyu WASN'T expecting; Vengeance kicks Atreyu in the gut and hits a Belly to Belly!, sending Atreyu flying across the ring!
Gravedigger: Benjamin Atreyu thought he had a plan, but it didn't quite work out how he expected. Vengeance's anger is too great.
Atreyu gets to his feet but Vengeance is on him. He hits him with a knife edge chop, getting a WHOOO! from the crowd. Another one. WHOOO! Another. Whooo! Atreyu grimaces in pain each time. Vengeance lifts him up and then executes a Scoop Slam. He goes for a pin.
No!, Atreyu kicks out.
Zach Davis: We mention this a lot - Vengeance knew he wasn't getting a win there, but he decided to make Atreyu expend the energy to kick out. Often times you'll see wrestlers go for pinfall attempts when they know they're not going to get a win, but it is a way to wear down your opponent.
Vengeance rolls away and forces Atreyu to get back to his feet. Vengeance lifts him up, going for a Vertical Suplex type move, but Atreyu shifts his weight and lands behind Vengeance. Atreyu takes him down with a chop block, causing the fans to boo.
Gravedigger: There we go.
Vengeance doesn't go down, and Atreyu hits the ropes, coming back towards Vengeance and hitting him with an elbow to the face. Vengeance still doesn't go down, and Atreyu hits another elbow strike, followed by a European Uppercut. Vengeance backs into a corner. Atreyu runs at him and Vengeance explodes out from the corner, Spearing him down!
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance back in the driver's seat!
Vengeance kicks at Benjamin Atreyu before putting him into an Arm Bar.
Zach Davis: Normally we see personal rivalries like this void of submissions, they just want to get in there and beat each other up. But Vengeance seems to know that if he isn't smart about this, he's going to lose. He's gotta wrestle, otherwise Benjamin Atreyu will find a way to beat him. Vengeance is working smart.
That said, after several moments, Benjamin Atreyu is able to reach the ropes, forcing the break. He holds his arm in pain as Vengeance lifts him up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam!, into a pin.
No!, Atreyu kicks out.
Gravedigger: We talked about ring rust, and I don't see any from Atreyu... Although so far he hasn't been able to do much besides take Vengeance's attacks.
Vengeance gets back up and simply stomps away at Atreyu, letting anger show between each stomp. Atreyu does his best to work to his feet, and once he's to a vertical base, Vengeance grabs him by the throat.
Freddy Whoa: Chokeslam!
No!, on the way down Atreyu is able to grab Vengeance's head and reverse it, DDTing Vengeance into the mat! The fans boo.
Gravedigger: Great reversal! Benjamin Atreyu knew he had to do SOMETHING there! That Chokeslam would've been the end of it.
Both men work their way to their feet and make it up at the same time. Atreyu ducks away from a wild swing before hitting a Short Arm Clothesline. Vengeance is driven back, and gets a kick to the gut next; Atreyu takes him down to the mat with a Spinning Neckbreaker!
Zach Davis: Looks like Benjamin Atreyu may be taking control now! Into the pin!
No!, Vengeance powers out. Atreyu grabs him from behind and lifts him... BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
NO!, Vengeance kicks out of that now!
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance has been dominant, but if he allows Benjamin Atreyu to take control here, he's in serious danger. He's kicked out of the last two attempts but if Atreyu gains traction, that won't last long.
Atreyu begins taunting Vengeance, making fun of him for thinking he could defeat God Given Greatness. Vengeance slowly gets to his feet, Atreyu slaps him a little bit. Vengeance is goaded into another wild swing, but Atreyu catches his arm and takes him back down with a Top Wristlock Legsweep.
Gravedigger: This is way Benjamin Atreyu is so good. He's using Vengeance's emotions against him. Vengeance thought he could put his emotions aside but Atreyu is proving him wrong.
Atreyu is ready to take this match to the end. He pulls Vengeance in.
Zach Davis: Snap Powerbomb!
No!, Vengeance is able to reverse it, sending Atreyu flying with a Back Bodydrop! Atreyu stumbles up, holding his back, and both men turn to face each other. Vengeance lifts Atreyu up and drops him with a Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: BENJAMIN ATREYU'S HEAD SPIKED TO THE MAT!
Vengeance isn't wasting time now. He pulls Atreyu up and then drops him...
Gravedigger: LIGHTS OUT! He hits his Double Arm DDT!
Zach Davis: Vengeance is finishing this!
Vengeance pulls Atreyu in once more and lifts him high in the air!
Freddy Whoa: LAST RITES POWERBOMB!
Once Atreyu is up, he elbows Vengeance right in the face!
Vengeance is sent sprawling backwards as Atreyu connected perfectly. Atreyu lands on the mat and runs full speed towards Vengeance.
Gravedigger: BLACK EYE SONATA!
Atreyu hits his move!, but Vengeance doesn't go down! Atreyu looks shocked for one moment before he pulls Vengeance in and hooks him....
Zach Davis: A SERAPHIM'S CALL.
Atreyu pins Vengeance, hooking his leg.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Damnit.
Atreyu sits up, grinning in between pained breaths.
Gravedigger: Vengeance had a gameplan, which he executed well.... But Atreyu had a secret weapon: his elbow, and how he used it to reverse the Last Rites. He'd hit Vengeance with a few elbows earlier in the match, but he followed the Last Rites reversal up with a Roaring Elbow on top of it. There was nothing Vengeance could have done.
Atreyu quickly leaves the ring and begins heading to the back before Vengeance can come to or try to exact revenge.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Venice Beach, California, standing 6 feet 2 inches, and weighing 215 pounds JEFFFF PURRRRSSEEEE!!!
A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying.
Zach Davis: Kari will not be accompanying Jeff tonight.
Gravedigger: Yeah cause he is afraid of Nathan, like the bitch he is.
Freddy Whoa: No…its cause she is still in the hospital…
"Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience. He turns and paces, waiting for his nemesis.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent….
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, slow and methodically, with his hooded cloak clasped shut by a pin in the shape of a red hand and his hood pulled over him. The camera angle tries to peek under the hood, backpedaling as Nathan begins his slow walk down to the ring, but catches only a glimpse of black tuft of hair on a pale jaw and glowing red eyes. Upon reaching the ring, Nathan uses the steel steps to climb into the ring and take up a position in the center of the ring. He stands there, head down, before lifting a single, handless arm out from underneath the cloak and held to the sky above
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 215 pounds and standing 5 feet 10 inches, from The Nightmare Realm…..NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Freddy Whoa: Well Nathan and Jeff have been going back and forth at this ever since Thirteen.
Zach Davis: This all actually started way back when Corey Black posted about Thirteen on Twitter, and both of these men replied.
Gravedigger: You both are wrong. This match has been years and years in the making, since both of their debut.
Zach Davis: Right you are, Grave-
Zach Davis: …Wavedigger. These guys have been fighting since One 2012.
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova, FPV's best friend. The second of Roxanne, Waylon Cash's girlfriend. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, it all dies away as Nathan unclasps the cloak, taking his time to fold it in his corner, purposely making Jeff wait longer.
Jeff paces around, the ref putting a hand up to hold him back. Nathan finally finishes folding his cloak and places it nicely in the corner. The ref calls for the bell and the two former WCF Champions begin to circle each other. The get closer and closer, hated bouncing off the two of them. They are pretty much face to face, well as much as they can be with the height difference. They both just stare intently, hatred in their eyes. Nathan says something, and that’s it, Jeff begins swinging lefts and rights, and Nathan retaliates with lefts and rights of his own.
Freddy Whoa: What did NvL say?
Zach Davis: I think he said something about Kari and Jeff’s newborn son.
They continue throwing punches, nobody really gaining an upper hand. Jeff pushes Nathan off of him and runs to the ropes opposite Nathan, bouncing off and charges at Nathan, who ducks the incoming clothesline. Jeff turns and Nathan meets him with a standing clothesline of his own, sending Jeff to the ground. NvL stomps Jeff a few times before hitting the ropes and driving an elbow into Jeff's chest. Jeff cries out in pain, but NvL is on the offensive, dropping another elbow right into Jeff's chest. He picks up and whips Jeff into the corner, following him and hitting a clothesline on Jeff in the corner, who falls flat on his face.
Gravedigger: Thats right, kick his ass!
Zach Davis: Non-biased, huh?
Gravedigger: Two weeks ago he blatantly said fuck you to me. So fuck that fucker.
Freddy Whoa: Oh.
Jeff begins climbing to his feet using the ropes, and as soon as Jeff finally gets up, NvL kicks his feet out from under him and Jeff falls flat on his face again. Nathan lets out a laugh.
NvL: Get up Jeff. GET UP!
NvL begins smacking Jeff in the head as he tries to get up. Jeff jabs Nathan with his elbow, doubling Nathan over.Jeff uses this opportunity to get up quickly, Nathan however is quick on the attack, throwing a right at Jeff. But Jeff ducks it and hits Nathan with a round house. Nathan falls on his back. Jeff quickly springs off the ropes and hits a spring board moonsault on Nathan.
Freddy Whoa: Looks as though the momentum has shifted.
Gravedigger: Yeah whatever.
Jeff begins stomping NvL on the ground. Nathan gets up to his knees but Jeff hits the ropes and comes back with a foot right to the chin, sending Nathan to the mat again. Jeff rushes to the corner. He is looking to end this now. He signals for The Deflater.......BUT NATHAN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Jeff hits nothing but canvas as he bounces to his back and holds his midsection. Nathan has other plans. He pulls himself up to the turnbuckle and rips the padding off. He turns back to Jeff who is getting up. He grabs Jeff and tosses him toward the expose corner...but Jeff runs up the turnbuckle and jumps back at NvL.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse is Taking off the Training Wheels!
Gravedigger: NO, LOOK AGAIN!
Nathan has caught Jeff, and throws him toward the corner, Jeffs face smacks the exposed steel and he goes right to the ground. Nathan comes toward Jeff, but in a quick move, Jeff trips Nathan, sending him face first into the exposed steel. Nathan falls to the ground, his hands over his face. Jeff slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, finally exposing his face.
Gravedigger: Looks like Jeff Purse has a busted up face from that turnbuckle shot.
And its true. Jeff's nose looks broken from the steel, blood is pouring from it. He puts his hand up to try to stop it...it grosses him out though to even look at it or have that feeling on his hand. He undoes some of the tape around his wrists and balls it up and shoves it up his nose. That seems to stop the flow of blood from flowing out. From behind him, however, he hears a low voice...in a Russian accent.
NvL: You mother fucker!
Jeff's eyes go wide. He knew well what this meant.
Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert is busted open!
Freddy Whoa: You...you know what that means...
Jeff turns just as Vlad tackles Jeff to the ground. Nathan's alter ego Vlad has been exposed from seeing red. He begins pummeling Jeff with his stump and his fist. Left, right, left, right, right, left. Jeff's face becomes even more bloody and even more bruised. The ref pulls 'Vlad' off of Jeff, but Vlad turns and punches the ref with his stump, knocking the ref out. Vlad rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. Meanwhile Jeff pulls himself up. Vlad gets back in the ring with chair in hand as Jeff turns around. Vlad swings at Jeff....BUT JEFF HITS THE SPOKE!
Freddy Whoa: JEFF JUST KICKED THAT CHAIR RIGHT BACK IN NATHANS FACE!!
Gravedigger: Vlad's face.
Freddy Whoa: Whatever!
Jeff rolls out of the ring and goes underneath it, pulling out 30ft ladder. I mean this thing is fucking huge. He sets it up outside of the ring, and on the other side, NvL is up and looking under for something as well...its a pane of glass. Nathan rolls in the ring with it as Jeff does. Jeff has his back to Nathan, looking the at the ladder. As soon as he turns around....SMASH!!!
Zach Davis: HOLY FUCK!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: Wow...that had to hurt.
Vlad/NvL smashed the window pane over Jeffs head, knocking him instantly to the ground and cutting him up. Some shards pierce Vlad as well, but he doesn't even seem to notice. Vlad bends and picks up a larger shard with a pointed tip. He looks it up and down. Then, without any notice, he stabs it through Jeff's calf. Jeff lets out a loud scream of pain, as Vlad grabs up another shard.
Zach Davis: This is getting out of hand! He is looking to kill Jeff Purse!
Freddy Whoa: We need someone out here, the ref is still out. Vlad grabs Jeff as Jeff tries to get away. He sits on Jeff's back so he can't get away and takes out the large shard.
NvL/Vlad: Remember this Jeff!
He puts the glass to Jeff's skin and begins to slice down, Jeff screams out in agony. When Vlad finally takes the glass away from Jeff's back, there is a bloody V carved there. Jeff rolls over, knocking Vlad off balance and grabs the chair, smacking Vlad in the head with it. Vlad falls off but gets up quick, Jeff pulls himself up using the top rope, and Vlad charges at him...
Zach Davis: SPOKE!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT HE JUST HIT THE SPOKE!!!
Vlad falls flat on his back as Jeff rolls out of the ring. He is covered in blood and glass, but he slowly begins to climb the ladder. Slowly but surely he makes his way to the very top of the ladder. The crowd is exploding right now, Jeffs leg, face,and back are bleeding a lot. He seems like he is getting dizzy from the blood loss. Despite it all...he stands atop the very top of the ladder. Jumping off....
Freddy Whoa: THE DEFLATOR!! HE HIT IT FROM THE TOP OF THAT LADDER!!!
Jeff rolls off from impact, but not for long as he crawls over and covers NvL. Another ref runs out from the back rolls in the ring. He begins the count...
Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE!! JEFF PURSE!!!
Freddy Whoa: HE DID IT!! He outlasted NvL AGAIN!!!
Gravedigger: Yeah, whatever.
Jeff and Nathan both lay on the mat, covered in blood, glass, and sweat. Paramedics run out from the back and tend to both, as Jeff Purse gets helped up and Nathan gets put on a gurney. They want to put Jeff on one too, but he refuses, and he grabs a mic.
Jeff Purse: Believe it or not, this is my first win at One. And as much as this match and this win means to me, and energizes me to come back with a fury...I have to say something. Thank you. Thank you to all who have taken this journey with me. Thanks to you fans. Thank you to Eric Price, Jonny Fly, Corey Black, Jay Price, Polar Phantasm, Nightmare, Bobby Cairo, Steve Orbit, FPV, Chelsea Armstrong, Jay Omega, Alex Richards, Mr. Jack Happy, Logan, Seth, Gravedigger, Synn, and yes, even this fucking son of a bitch Nathan von Liebert. But its matches like this that show me that I need....I need to step away now.
The crowd grows somewhat silent...
Jeff Purse: Its been fun...its been fucking crazy. I have almost died multiple times though...and I can't do that anymore. I have a family now. I love all of you like a family though. I am taking this time to...take my leave from WCF. I don't know if I will be back or not...I don't know. But I do know that I will think of this often...and I will think of all of you often. Thank EVERY. SINGLE. one of you...for everything.
Jeff drops the mic and falls to the ground, the loss of blood finally getting to him. The paramedics try to put him on the gurney, but he wants to walk. So they put their arms around him and carry him out, letting him limp his way down the ramp, on the stage, and through the curtain...for what might be the last time Jeff Purse is ever seen on WCF television.
Zach Davis: We are live with some of the greatest action in the world and what a show it has been so far!
Freddy Whoa: You’re not lying, Zach, but there’s still plenty of great matches left in store!
Attention is turned toward the screen which has gone black as the noise of the crowd falls to jumbled murmurs.
SOMETIMES DEATH, IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE.
Zach Davis: Not sure what’s going on here, Freddy.
HE WILL BE REBORN.
Lights are restored as the announce team awkwardly turns their attention back to the action at hand.
Freddy Whoa: I guess anything can happen here at One, guys!
Zach Davis: Alright, our upcoming match will be the falls count anywhere match.
Freddy Whoa: It will be featuring Andre Jensen, Bonnie and The Monster Guardian of the Brocean Oblivion. Anything you wanna add Wavedigger?
Wavedigger, at the moment, is munching on some tacos.
Gravedigger: Mmmmmm Tacooos!!! Yes, this... <munch-munch>...this match will go... <munch-munch>will go beyond all expect... <munch-munch>..tations!!! <sounds of pleasure>TACOOOOS!!!
Zach Davis: Wow, Wavedigger!!! Kyle Steel is in the ring for the in ring introductions.
A deep voice booms, from the PA system...
Deep voice: In the world, of the fantasy land, Kem, begot a new type of warrior, on which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker, himself, would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is a legend.
Fantasy style music starts to play, as mist slowly rolls down the entrance stage and down the ramp. Andre Jensen appears from begin the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd, with a strong stare, before meandering down the ramp....
Kyle Steel: The following match us a falls count anywhere match. The first participant, is coming down, to the ring... From the Island of Kem, weighing in at 205 pounds... This is ANDREEEEEE JEEEEENSEEEEEN!!
Jensen gets to ringside and looks under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Wonder what he is looking under the for, this time?
Zach Davis: I bet it's that sack of dice, he always looks for.
Gravedigger: <munch-munch>_Why doesn't he <munch-munch> just keep the bag with him?
Gravedigger continues to indulge in the tacos.
Andre Jensen rolls the dice and has a smile across his face Jensen turns to the crowd and throws a manly fist pump. Jensen walks to the referee and shakes his hand. Forearm to forearm.
Zach Davis: Hey Wavedigger, any chances of you sharing those tacos?!
Gravedigger continues to munch.
Freddy Whoa: Hey Bro!! How bout it?!
Gravedigger guards the tacos, with an absolute mean look across his face.
Zach Davis: Andre Jensen is in the ring, next participant is coming to the ring.
Thick rolling fog fills the stage, to the accompaniment of silence for several breathless moments; and then...
The deep toll of a bell rings out, so powerful it sends a ripple through the fog. Another ling moment passes...
A second tolling and the fog ripples once more. Arena lights switch off, then turn back on again. A murmur runs through the crowd.
For the third and final time, the bell rings out. This time, the lights flare with blinding brightness and the fog is blown clear of the stage, from the sonic force. Crouched there, as if having leapt from somewhere high above, is a blonde figure clad entirely in white. Eroch's "Heavy metal meets Doctor Who" begins to play as she rises to her feet.
Face obscured behind a mask, every detail matching the one worn by Oblivion, save for the fact that it's all white. Bonnie stalks down the aisle, her gaze like cold blue fire. A full length coat billows behind her, is discarded as she climbs onto the ring apron and turns to face the face the crowd. Beneath that, she wears a sleeveless singlet of snowy white leather, studded with gleaming zippers; elbow-length gloves and knee-high complete the ensemble.
Gripping the top rope, she backflips over it and into the ring, where she paces from corner to corner, staring right at Andre Jensen, who stares back at Bonnie Blue, who climbs up the turnbuckles, for the cheering crowd.
Zach Davis: Okay, that is two-third, of the match participants.
Freddy Whoa: It seems, all we are waiting on is The Monster Guardian of the Brocean Oblivion.
Gravedigger: <munch-munch> I think this match will be an outstanding one. I think I will finish the rest of these bad boys, later.
Island drums begin to play, as Tropical style Island warriors slowly come out to the entrance stage. They slowly walk down the ramp. Palm trees are on the back, of the stage. The beginning guitar riff, of Oblivion by Mastadon begins to play. OblivSEAon slink out from behind the stage curtain. A loud piercing whistling is heard, before one of the palm trees is set on fire, which ends up all of the trees are now on fire. Oblivion slinks out onto entrance stage.
The Vixens, lead by Melissa, come out with their pasty skin, wearing leis and hula skirts. The Vixens are dong the hula, all the way down the ramp. The Island Warriors roar a battle chant. The warriors thrusts out their spears, marching in place, proceeding to do a traditional island dance.
The Vixens proceed to dance down the ramp and circle the ring. The Monster comes ringside and hops up to the ring apron. The crowd continues to boo heavily toward The Monster. Oblivion violently shakes the top ring rope. Oblivion is wearing a black and read full body gear. IT's mask also black and red, as well as IT's full length coat. Oblivion removes IT's coat before entering the ring.
Bonnie Blue and Andre Jensen had been staring daggers at one another, until Oblivion got to ringside. Blue and Jensen nod to one another. Both charge at The Monster, as soon as IT enters the ring.
Zach Davis: It was apparent that Bonnie Blue and Andre Jensen has a plan to eliminate The Monster early.
Freddy Whoa: Both Bonnie Blue and Andre Jensen are striking The God of Insanity with punches, kicks, slaps, forearms, upper cuts.
Oblivion caught off-guard, then pushes both Bonnie Blue and Andre Jensen away, gaining some distance between the three. Blue and Jensen charges back at The Monster, who charges at them.
Gravedigger: Double clothesline from The Dark Messiah, knocking both competitors out of the ring. Landing hard, Bonnie Blue instantly grabs for a nearby folded chair. Bonnie Blue roars out as she swings the chair....
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue is slamming that chair across the head and body of Andre Jensen.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue swings the chair wildly, missing Jensen, who kicks Blue in the mid-section.
The chair is drop. Jensen kicks Blue in the mid-section again...
Gravedigger: Andre Jensen nails Bonnie Blue with a ddt on the chair...
Freddy Whoa: HOLY COW, ANDRE JENSEN WATCH OUT!!!!
Oblivion flies over the top ring rope and collides with a standing Andre Jensen and a partially standing Bonnie Blue. All three competitors collapse hard down on the ringside area.
Zach Davis: Over the top rope plancha by Oblivion, causing everyone to be on the outside, of the ring.
All three stagger up, as Bonnie Blue and Jensen grab The Monster, sending IT back first, into the padded security railing. Oblivion grabs Jensen throwing him far...
Freddy Whoa: The God of Insanity just threw Andre Jensen like a baseball into the metal ringsteps!!
Bonnie Blue, taking the advantage of Oblivion being distracted by Andre Jensen....
Bonnie Blue flies off the ring apron and nails The Monster with flying bulldog.
Zach Davis: Bonnie stands up and walks over to Andre, who is still near the ringsteps.
Bonnie grabs for Jensen, who slaps Bonnie Blue, but grabs her and body slams her down across the steps.
Zach Davis: Here comes Andre Jensen!!
Jensen proceeds to remove the covering of the commentary table and stands on it, but not for long, as Andre Jensen flies off the table, landing on Bonnie Blue with a flying elbow drop on top of the ringsteps, which becomes dislodged from off its base.
Zach Davis: This match already looks like a war zone.
Gravedigger: Oblivion walks over to Andre Jensen and nails him with two quick jabs and a spinning back hand.
Jensen turn around grabbing for his face....
Freddy Whoa: OW!!! OBLIVSEAON NAILS JENSEN WITH A LOWBLOW!!
Bonnie Blue creeps up behind The Monster Oblivion.....
Gravedigger: OW!! DAMN THAT LOOKED PAINFUL!!! Bonnie Blue nails Oblivion with a low blow!!
Bonnie Blue grabs both men....
Zach Davis: Double ddt!!
Bonnie Blue flies to the commentary table and instantly flies off, twisting in the air landing on both OblivSEAon and Andre Jensen.
Gravedigger: Twisting moonsault off the commentary table. Bonnie Blue is making a pin attempt on both Andre Jensen and OblivSEAon.
Crowd: THREEEEEE.... NOOOO!!!
All three stand up, as Oblivion grabs Bonnie Blue, pressing her above IT's head, walking around, throwing her towards the commentary table, bouncing off if it and crashes into the security railing. Oblivion grabs Jensen, tossing him with a twisting t-bone suplex.
Jensen's body bounces twice. Jensen begins to crawl towards the beginning, of the entrance ramp. Oblivion stumbles back towards the direction of the commentary table. The Monster sees the huge box of tacos. The Monster grabs several tacos, shoving them in IT's mouth. Instantly Wavedigger gets pissed, but Zach Wavis says...
Zach Davis: It's only a few tacos.
Gravedigger: That's true. Shit, I have tons.
Oblivion, with a mouth full of tacos, walks over to Bonnie Blue, picking her up and slamming IT's hands across both of IT's cheeks....
Freddy Whoa: TACO HAZE MIST ALL OVER THE FACE OF BONNIE BLUE!!
Gravedigger: Zach, watch out!!!
Bonnie Blue touches her face, full of half eaten remnants of slimy tacos, Bonnie Blue turns to a shade of green....
Zach Davis: OH.... MY..... GOOOODD!! BONNIE BLUE JUST PUKED ON ME...
Zach Wavis pukes everywhere.
Freddy Whoa: Oh man!! The smell of puke us gonna make m-....
Gravedigger: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUST-.....
Bonnie Blue sees Oblivion, goes into a rage and flies towards The Monster...
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!! DISG...<urp>DISGUSTING!! BONNIE BLUE JUST SLIPPED AND FELL IN THE PUKE!!
Oblivion grabs Bonnie Blue and they walk towards the entrance ramp....
Freddy Whoa: Andre Jensen just knocked down both OblivSEAon and Bonnie Blue with chair shots.
Oblivion stands up, as Jensen swings the chair....
OblivSEAon just punched the chair out of the hands of Andre Jensen.
Zach Davis: Holy God!! It smells like puke here!!
Freddy Whoa: The steps are nearly broken. The table is barely hanging on. Puke everywhere!! Our paperwork everywhere!!
Gravedigger: Oblivion did not just eat tacos!! That thieven motherfucker took six tacos and spit them out in Bonnie Blue's face. She pukes. Everyone pukes.
Zach Davis: Oblivion, Andre Jensen, and Bonnie Blue had been fighting on the ramp. If you watch the replay, Oblivion nailed Andre Jensen with a double underhook ddt on the ramp. Bonnie Blue dropped Oblivion with a swinging neck breaker and a double knee to the face!!
Gravedigger: Andre Jensen just t-boned suplex Bonnie Blue against the wall. The fans, that are in the food concession area are scattering with their freshly bought food, in their hands. Oblivion grabs Jensen...
Andre Jensen: OWWWWWWW!!!! AHHHHHH!!!
Jensen got thrown into the hotdog vendor. Jensen is soaked in scalding hotdog water and chili.
Bonnie Blue: YOU SON OF A BIIIIITCH!!!!
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue just dumped extremely hot nacho cheese....
Gravedigger: It's not MY cheese!!
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue just dropped tons of scalding hot nacho cheese all over Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: THERE GOES ANDRE JENSEN!!
Crowd: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!!
Gravedigger: Hotdog smelling Andre Jensen just speared Bonnie Blue into next week, almost breaking her into two!!
Oblivion flies over, grabbing Jensen....
Zach Davis: There is hotdog water everywhere!!!
Gravedigger: Sauerkraut, chili, nacho cheese, hotdogs, brauts, pretzels, nacho chips are every where!! It looks an entire arena threw up!!
Zach Davis: We just got word that Andre Jensen flew off a display table, as Bonnie Blue did the exact same thing. Jensen nails Oblivion with flying elbow drop as Bonnie Blue landed with a moonsault. All three have destroyed the HUUUUGE burger bar!!!
Fans scatter out of the way as all three competitors are fighting with each other. Jensen keeps getting thrown like a wet beach towel. He bounces back up, along with Bonnie Blue who got suplexed.
Freddy Whoa: Andre Jensen and Bonnie Blue nearly broken, in fact ladies and gentlemen in this match they have been beaten almost hospital bound, all three have been burned by scalding hot food. All three might have second degree burns. Now, they are fighting inside a bathroom. These kind of falls count anywhere matches can be very unpredictable....
Andre Jensen was picked by Oblivion and was thrown with a fall away slam into a stall wall.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue grabs OblivSEAon...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! HOLY SHIT!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! HOLY SHIT!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Bonnie Blue grabbed The Monster for a Russian leg sweep, but in mid-sweep, Oblivion was spun around and IT's face was slammed down across the porcelain sink, breaking it instantly. Water is spraying everywhere.
Zach Davis: OKAY!!! OKAY!!!! RECAP ON EVERYTHING!!! All three have been battered, slammed, and extremely bruised. EVERYONE OF THEM HAVE HORRIBLE BRUISES, WELTS. They have been burned by scalding hot food. Now they just destroyed.... NAAAAHHHH!!! NAW MAN!!! THEY OBLITERATED THE GOD DAMN BATHROOM!!!
Wavedigger and Freddy Bro look at Zach Wavis with shock. Oblivion's is completely lacerated, blood flowing. Andre Jensen grabs Bonnie Blue into the bathroom stall.... They both are trying to shove each others head into the very used, full bowl of the toilet. Both of their faces were partially in the toilet.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue nails Andre Jensen, in the mid-section...
Gravedigger: THAT IS SOOOOO DISGUSTING!!! ANDRE JENSEN GOT HIS HEAD SHOVED INTO THAT USED NASTY TOILET!!
Jensen picks his head up....
Crowd: THAT IS NASTY.... THAT IS NASTY... THAT IS NASTY... THAT IS NASTY!!!
Jensen's piss soaked face now has a piece of poop on his nose and cheek.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue is getting her head shoved into that nasty toilet.
Bonnie picked her head up and poop is on her face. All three commentators are dry heaving, drool and partial puke, hanging from their mouths. OblivSEAon picks his head up as IT is having a hard time standing becuz of blood loss... The Monster looks at the stall and gets extremely angry...
Oblivion charges the side, of the stall, that is nearby the urinals...
Oblivion crashed through the stall.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion moves around, taking the debris off of IT. Oblivion picks up Jensen for a hanging suplex....
Zach Davis: Oblivion just suplexed Andre Jensen onto the toilet.
Bonnie Blue is on the bathroom floor. Andre Jensen is on the floor. Oblivion, losing a lot of blood and IT too, collapsed on the concrete flooring.
Gravedigger: All three competitors are broken in half. All three bleeding profusely. And all three are barely conscious on the bathroom floor, where the stall used to be.
Bonnie Blue is up first and she's clearly had enough of this nonsense. Summoning everything she's got, she grabs Oblivion...
Freddy Whoa: PARADOX ONTO THE CONCRETE!
Oblivion's head is smashes into the floor. Blue covers him one last time.
Zach Davis: Thank God. It's over.
Gravedigger: God had nothing to do with this match, Zach. I've seen a lot in WCF, but this was... This was something else.
Medics check on all three competitors.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue gets the pin, but uh, I don't think anyone here is a winner after all of that.
Zach Davis: Will everything be put to rest between these three? Has Bonnie Blue won, once and for all? Time will tell.
We open in a small room backstage in the arena, a large mechanical scale flanked by several officials with a few selected press members watching on and scribbling down notes. The adjudicator steps forward to address the room.
Adjudicator: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the official weigh in for the Dune vs Malignagg, we will be taking no questions at this time.
First to enter the room is the imposing figure of Dune, he casts a shadow of power and dominance over the entire room, he shoves the adjudicator out of the way as he steps on to the scale.
Dune: Make it quick.
The journalists in attendance are taken aback before lighting the room up with flash photography as the scales adjust themselves to his massive bulk.
Adjudicator: Ahem, tipping the scales at 276lbs…it’s Dune ladies and gentlemen.
We are left waiting for a moment as Dune remains stood on the scales, the adjudicator asks him to move but gets shoved once more. Then finally, he arrives. Entering the room to a hush is Joseph Malignaggi, head down, headphones on and hood up. He strides over to the scale to be almost face to face with the unmoving Dune. They remain inches apart as Malignaggi doesn’t even make eye contact…before smashing a left hook straight into the jaw of Dune sending the larger man reeling backward.
Joseph Malignaggi: That one worked.
He looks up toward a stunned Dune and steps on the scales. The adjudicator scrambles before Dune can get his hands on Malignaggi.
Adjudicator: Weighing in at 220lbs he is ‘The Ghost with a Hammer in His Hand’…Joseph Malignaggi! Tonight these two will square off in-
The words are removed from his throat as Dune grabs him and tosses him into the waiting crowd of journalists, he roars in with a massive elbow toward Malignaggi who this time returns the favour and catches it mid swing. He holds Dune in place for a moment as the two men lock eyes.
Joseph Malignaggi: It’s coming. Save it for the match.
Dune rips his arm away and brushes past Malignaggi who for the first time this evening lets a smile run across his lips.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Title!
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to ONE X where we have had such an incredible event thus far and now we’re getting into the main events of the show. Including the People’s Title opening the show the remainder of the card is all title matches from here!
Gravedigger: Aside from Dune vs Joey Flash in a death match that SHOULD be the Main Event tonight in my opinion.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of Joey Flash we have his arch nemesis Occulo coming down the ramp now.
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as the arena lights shine at their brightest. A few seconds later Occulo appears on the stage and the bright lights shut off, whilst spotlights illuminate him.
Kyle Steel: From Washington DC...weighing in at 220lbs...He IS Occulo!!
He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Occulo walked out here with purpose today. He has wanted to get his hands on Beaver since they tagged up a few weeks ago and Beaver attacked him afterwards.
The arena goes dark. A spotlight shines to the left of the entrance stage where the a cappella music group, Pentatonix, stands. They begin to sing their version of “Where Are Ü Now”. Right after the song begins, bright pink and purple sparks being to fall from the ceiling on to the entrance stage. Just after they begin to sing the chorus, Dustin Beaver emerges from the behind the curtain area and stands under the sparks. A spotlight then shines on Beaver, while he holds the SeaV title high in the air with both hands. The lights come back on as Beaver then puts the belt around his shoulder and walks slowly to the ring, glaring at Occulo the whole way. Beaver makes it to the ring and jumps on to the apron and walks through the ropes, taking the SeaV title off his shoulder and holding it up in the air again right in front of Occulo, staring him in the eyes. Beaver slowly backs off and hands the title to the referee.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, the WCF Television Champion… DUSTIN BEAVER!
Zach Davis: Many people didn’t take this man seriously especially considering his emergence alongside the man known as Riddlebox who we all took very seriously. Interesting how the tides have turned and Beaver has proven to be an incredible force to be reckoned with.
Gravedigger: And joining BeachKrew skyrocketed him to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Well he was champ before he joined BeachKrew but it definitely didn’t hurt.
The bell rings and the match begins. Occulo stares down his opponent. The fire in his eyes tell a different story than the calm demeanor he is displaying in the ring as Beaver shouts obscenities his way. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. They push off each other and Beaver delivers a hard smack across the face of Occulo.
Zach Davis: Beaver trying to smack Occulo off his game, but he’s having nothing to do with it.
Beaver shouts obscenities at Occulo again daring him to come at him. Occulo remains calm and locks up again. He quickly moves around him like a dancer going from arm bar, to rear arm lock, to headlock. He ruffles up Beavers hair before tossing him to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: Or maybe he has. That was some fancy chain wrestling there by Occulo proving his skill in the ring.
Beaver slides back to the corner and points at the referee claiming that Occulo pulled his hair. The referee scolds Occulo for the supposed offence when Beaver jumps over the back of the referee and delivers a forearm to Occulo’s head knocking him back. He follows up with a kick to the gut, and a knee lift to his face forcing Occulo into the ropes.
Beaver rushes forward but Occulo ducks and tosses Beaver over the top rope. He lands on his feet on the apron on the outside of the ropes. When Occulo turns around he is met with a boot to the side of the head knocking him on the ground. Beaver springboards off the top rope with a splash on top of Occulo and hooks the leg.
Zach Davis: And the first pinfall attempt of the night.
Occulo kicks out but Beaver pushes Occulos shoulders to the mat and shoves a forearm in his face.
Zach Davis: Beaver not happy right now.
Occulo kicks out again and Beaver stars scolding the referee for a slow count. The referee assures him that it was fair as Occulo gets to his feet. Beaver immediately locks in a headlock to Occulo. Occulo pushes him off into the ropes. HE follows Beaver and hits the ropes right after him.
Gravedigger: Well it was a slow count.
Beaver stops short and turns around only to be met with a vicious lariat clothesline turning Beaver inside out in the center of the ring. Occulo drops down for a pin.
Beaver kicks out but Occulo remains intent of destruction. He grabs the television champion in a headlock and wrenches it in deep on the round. He pulls back and stretches his back, and places an elbow in the center of his spine. Beaver screams in pain as the referee asks Beaver if he wants to quit. Beaver refuses as he reaches for the ropes.
Gravedigger: Break the hold, ref!
He finally reaches it and Occulo has no choice but to let go. HE does and he continues the assault. HE heads towards Beaver who grabs Occulo by the tights and throws him out between the bottom and center ropes headfirst into the concrete below.
Freddy Whoa: He fell hard and awkwardly on the ground there. HE may be out cold!
Beaver slides out from the bottom rope and stalks Occulo who looks nearly passed out. He kicks the man while he’s down and then lifts him up. Only to Irish whip him hard into the steel steps sending him over the top and tumbling into the guardrail beyond it. Beaver then runs, jumps up on the top step and delivers a flying dropkick to Occulo who was sitting up and is now completely on the ground.
Beaver slides back into the ring and demands that the referee count
No movement whatsoever by Occulo.
He begins to stir. HE feels his head and looks for blood. There is none.
Occulo gets back into the ring barely and Beaver immediately goes for a pin.
Occulo kicks out and the crowd goes crazy for him. They start chanting.
Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Beaver lifts up Occulo and forgoes the argument with the ref to throw Occulo into the corner turnbuckle. He lines up his prey and runs forward with a big splash.
Zach Davis: This could be trouble!
But Occulo moves out of the way and runs off the opposite side ropes. HE comes back and hits Beaver with a flying forearm. Then he runs off the opposite ropes Beaver gets up and tries to deliver a clothesline that Occulo ducks under, but uses his momentum to jump on his back and rolls him up. Beaver rolls out of it but Occulo gets to his feet and delivers a big boot to Beaver’s chest. Then to his back sending him face first into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: An incredible comeback being mounted by the challenger here.
Occulo then drives a knee into the side of Beaver’s head essentially knocking him out cold.
Freddy Whoa: SUBLMINAL MESSAGE
He drops down for the pin.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable
Gravedigger: My Boy!
Beaver had his hand on the ropes. Occulo puts his face in his hands and screams at the referee. He then looks at Beaver who still appears to be knocked out. He then climbs to the top rope. He turns and lines up Beaver who quickly gets to his feet and takes out Occulo’s legs causing him to straddle the top turnbuckle.
He grabs Occulos head and then delivers a Pedigree from the top rope
Freddy Whoa: Bass Dropped!
He goes for the pin.
The bell rings.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match and STILL WCF Television Champion… DUSTIN BEAVER!
Zach Davis: A hard fought effort by Occulo but this time Dustin proves too wily for the WCF veteran and picks up a surprisingly earned victory.
Gravedigger: Everyone brings their best for ONE and this week was no exception. Good job by both men.
The Staples Center are fulfilled with the jam packed action from the previous matches that taken place. The Television Title match shocked the world, and now the show must continue. For years, One has been the epicenter of Sports Entertainment as millions of eyes divert their attention inside that ring. Kyle Steel is standing in the ring dressed very formally in a black tuxedo awaiting the signal to announce the upcoming championship bout. Once the signal is made, he uplifts the microphone just under his lips to capture the attention of everyone at One.
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF United States Championship!
The lights slowly dim away, and a ticking sound is heard from the surround system. The ticking gets slower, and slower until a clock is displayed on the large titantron. Clockwise rotation of the minute hand until it strikes twelve then four spotlights show four figures that resemble a formidable known talent. Four women dressed up in all black corsets, and dresses of a gothic nature with each having that signature bland strand of hair stroking their right side of their faces. The opening effects of “Devil Within” by Digital Daggers slowly fade into sound as Chelsea Armstrong is the fifth spotlight dressed in a white coat hiding her in-ring attire. She stands on the center of the stage posing with the remaining four surrounding her for her glorious One entrance.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challenger, CHELSEA ARMSTRONG!
Gravedigger: Ladies, and gentlemen, welcome back to One, and we have our United States Championship match with Chelsea Armstrong the challenger against the defending champion, Mikey eXtreme.
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea, and Mikey have been going back, and forth with the constant attacks, insults. Mikey doesn’t believe that a woman should be the one to hold the United States Champion, it gives shame, and disgrace. However, Chelsea sees Mikey for the coward he is, and the faker he portrays to be.
Abandoning the dopplegangers, she continues her way to the ring, and eventually makes it inside. Removing her coat, she hands to a ringside crew member revealing her dark, and gothic corset, tights, and boots. Chelsea leans back in her corner, whispering things to herself to fire her up as her music fades, and the lights brighten the arena yet again. The crowd is solidly on her side after chanting her name in a chorus, and suddenly lightning strikes the left side of the stage igniting a chain of red colored fireworks to the right end. The same lightning strikes again, and spawns another chain of blue colored fireworks to the left side. Finally, two lightning bolts strike both ends of the stage, and a wall of white colored fireworks shoot up into the air. The entire arena is covered in darkness, and guitar riffs start to slowly calm the atmosphere with the American flag being shown in front of the stage.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on with the pyrotechnics?!
Gravedigger: Pay respect to the American flag, dammit!
Freddy Whoa: Who is that?!
The large American banner slowly tears into two, and separates from one another. A man whose face is painted with the American flag raised up a Kendo Stick with the flag tied to the end of it. The WCF United States Championship coveted around his waist, and he starts walking down the entrance path alone with one goal in his mind. To retain the belt for all of America.
Kyle Steel: Introducing her opponent, from Brooklyn New York, at six feet four inches tall, weighing in 230 pounds, he is the reigning WCF United States Champion, “The King of Extreme”, MIKEY EXTREME!!
Mikey kept his eyes fixed with the returning glare of Chelsea whose pacing back, and forth in his corner. He slams the kendo stick into the podium, and then slides into the ring afterwards. Getting up, he stands in the center to unstrap the belt from his waist, and raise it high in pride with his right hand. He hands it to the referee, and both are secured in their opposing corners with equal distance between them. Mikey really came prepared to represent the United States with his faded tights which look like have been bloodied, and brutalized. The referee holds up high the pride of United States, and signals both competitors to get ready. No more hesitation, and the match is underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Mikey, and Chelsea are circling the ring, and the crowd can’t handle the thick tension between the two. They’re definitely rooting for Chelsea, and Mikey is burning up from the heat they are giving. The two competitors lock up with each other, and Mikey just uses his bigger weight to barrage her back into the nearest corner, and brush his hands into her face. The referee starts counting to disqualify him if he doesn’t back off from her against the ropes. He follows the rules, and steps back with his hands up to show no hard feelings.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme has the advantage in size, and power. He’s the WCF United States Champion for a reason because he represents the United States as the greatest country in the world, and also that championship belt as the pride of our country. What concerns me is how Chelsea will alter her game plan to counter the striking, and brawling style of Mikey eXtreme.
Gravedigger: Who cares? Chelsea doesn’t stand a chance against a man who holds the experience factor in this United States Championship division.
He tries to go for a quick forearm strike into her jaw but she manages to duck herself under the arm, and back into the center of the ring. Mikey is only toying with her, and then lock up once again in the center. He uses his heavier weight again to barrage her back into another corner, and continues to brush his hands up against her face. He quickly goes for yet another forearm strike but Chelsea ducks under the arm, and strikes him in the head with multiple forearms of her own as he turns around. All he can do is cover his head from the blows leaving his stomach exposed for Chelsea to rain down her boot into the ribs repeatedly. Once he’s sat on the middle turnbuckle, she takes off into the other corner facing opposite from Mikey’s.
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea is off to a great start, and working hard to put the champion off guard. Here she comes back off the rebound.
She runs across the ring only to have Mikey’s arm draped across her chest as she’s lifted off the mat, and slammed on the back of her head with a deadly Uranage move. Her body recoils backwards onto her chest, and she’s dealing with the pain coursing around her head.
Gravedigger: Jesus christ, what a URANAGE. Her head just snapped!
Zach Davis: And he’s not done. He’s working that neck.
Right he is. Mikey is choking her out on the canvas with his own two hands while mounting her. The referee is counting but he releases the hold, and starts delivering his fists into her forehead. Shot after shot after shot, and then he lets her go. He picks Chelsea off the mat, and launches her into the ropes. A sprung back into him, and Mikey just tosses her up, and over his head with a Back Body Drop that shakes the ring from the landing. Chelsea sits up, and is yelling out after being thrown high into the air, and is quickly pushed down for the first pin attempt of the match.
She kicks out, and Mikey isn’t surprised. Instead, he enjoys it. He wants to continue torturing Chelsea, and he does so when he picks her up off the mat to her feet. Mikey drives his knee deep into the stomach of Chelsea bending her over, and uses the opportunity to throw her back down on the mat with a fast, and technically impressive Snap Suplex. He floats his body over on top of her chest, and hooks the leg up for another pin attempt.
Chelsea yet kicks out again.
Zach Davis: Chelsea is doing her best to stay in the match but Mikey is handling her at all sections. Out Grappling, and striking her with his extra power, and weight.
Fredy Bro: Chelsea needs to get back in this match, she’s losing too much momentum.
Both competitors are back on their feet, and Mikey throws Chelsea into the nearest corner. Her back slams hard against the turnbuckles, and she leans forward while holding onto the top rope so she doesn’t topple over. He charges into her direction, and eats a chest full of the top turnbuckle due to Chelsea diving out of the way, and using the opportunity to Drop kick him face first into the top turnbuckle. His head recoils off the impact, and he quickly rolls out of the ring a desperate recovery time.
Gravedigger: It seems the United States Champion couldn’t handle eating the buckles. Now-- hold on! What is Chelsea doing?!
Chelsea stands on the apron, removing the strands of blue hair from over her face. As Mikey turns around, she charges across the apron, and leaps sideways through the air to Mikey. Unfortunately, he catches her horizontally aligned across his chest, and quickly reacts as she takes her arm, and flips him over for his back to crash against the barricade for a Japanese variation of the Arm Drag. After his body become slump, she quickly tosses him back into the ring, and breaks the count by returning in herself. She continues to work down the back with multiple stomps down in the spine, and even a leg drop on it.
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea may have found her advantage, the exposed back of Mikey. He took a brutal landing into the barricade, and she’s focusing very hard on that specific part of his body.
Chelsea currently has him in a modified Surfboard where her right knee is pinning down the back, and his chin pulled up to snap it in half. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, and she keeps reeling him up against her knee. Mikey uses his strength, and claws both their weight together over to the ropes to grab the bottom rope in a rope break. After the referee hits three, she releases the hold. He’s trying his best to get up but only can do it in the corner, and Mikey’s leaning chest first against the buckles. It’s only a matter of seconds until he gets Splashed on his back by Chelsea’s body, repelling into her arms for a German Suplex onto his shoulders.
Gravedigger: Corner Splash, and German Suplex combination. Chelsea is really putting a beating down on the United States Champion.
She bridges up yet again, and the referee has no choice but to count the pinned shoulders.
Mikey kicks out, and now Chelsea is getting the high praise from the audience in the Staples Center. She stands back up, and now has Mikey in her grasp. She barely throws him into the ropes until Mikey rebounds, and drives head head to the canvas with a Snap DDT. Rolling over from the landing, he picks her back up again, and tosses her into the ropes. Mikey quickly runs to the ropes behind him, and hops onto the second rope to springboard over to the returning Chelsea. She gets blasted halfway across the ring with a Springboard Dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: Dear god! If she survives that...wow.
Her body is twitching, and she’s barely even moving. Mikey wants to finish this before she even has a chance of getting back on her feet. He backs up into the other corner, and is preparing for her to get into the opposing one. She leans herself against the bottom turnbuckle directly facing Mikey, and he pushes off into a high velocity sprint. Just as soon as he approached, she swoops through the ropes to the apron, and get back on her feet to deliver a Gamengiri, an Enguiziri variation over the top rope, with her foot literally almost kicking the teeth out of Mikey. He stumbles back, and forth and she goes to climb up the turnbuckle. The moment she perches on it, she’s met with a Superkick into the jaw that disables her from moving away.
Zach Davis: X MARKS THE SPOT! DEAR GOD! THE IMPACT WAS HEARD EVERYWHERE!
She’s bent over the top turnbuckle, and Mikey has a light bulb over his head. He climbs onto the second rope, and then finally stands over her body on the top rope while she’s bent over. The crowd is begging for Mikey stop but instead, he drops down dragging her neck into the mat with a Leg Drop from above. Chelsea’s face plants its imprint into the canvas, and the crowd is shocked.
Freddy Bro: He Guillotine Leg Dropped her from the top rope, and Chelsea is down. Mikey is a twisted wrestler in the ring!
Gravedigger: You do what you have to do to retain the championship. That’s the only thing that matters.
He quickly rolls her over, and goes for the pin.
She kicks out again, and he cannot believe it. His eyes start twitching, and he wants to finish her so bad. He psychotically takes her by the legs, and wraps them around her neck while holding onto her hands. Suddenly, he lifts her from back onto her shoulders, and Powerbombs her down onto her neck again. He reapplies the same movement, and pulls her back onto his shoulder to Powerbomb her for the second time. However, the moment he even tries to go for a third, Chelsea reconfigured her right leg under his chin, her left leg across her right foot, and pulls down his neck on the leg applying her signature submission, the “Death Grip”.
Freddy Whoa: THE DEATH GRIP! IT’S LOCKED IN! THE TRADITIONAL TRIANGLE CHOKE, SHE PLAYED POSSUM, AND GOT IT.
Zach Davis: And he has nowhere to go, he’s trapped in the center of the ring.
Mikey is looking around, sweat running down his cheek as every breath is squeezed out of his neck. He’s gagging, coughing, and scringing his face to find a way out. Stretching out his arms, and legs, he doesn’t feel anything. So with the little energy he has left, he pushes himself over to pin her down on her shoulders.
She is forced to break the submission to save herself from being pinned. The crowd is applauding the efforts from both competitors as the referee starts counting.
Zach Davis: That was a smart counter by Mikey eXtreme. These two will do anything to become the United States Champion.
Gravedigger: Mikey is being pushed to his limit, and now Chelsea is going the extra mile to really dig deep, and finish him off.
Mikey, and Chelsea finally rise to their feet at the same time. Chelsea strikes him in the cheek with a forearm strike, and then he fires back with his own that pushes her back a step. She comes back with another forearm strike that temporarily gets him hard until she’s knocked back even harder with his own. Finally, she flurries him with multiple forearm strikes trying her best to slow him down. He has no choice but to stop in his tracks, and takes a breather. Out of nowhere, he sidesteps with a leg out to Superkick but she ducks under it, and uses his arm to spin her body around him, and wrap her leg around the neck while taking the arm to torque it. When it’s all done, the Octopus Stretch is locked in, and the crowd goes wild.
Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Freddy Whoa: THE DREAM CATCHER! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION! THIS IS IT, HE’S CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Mikey’s slowly fading away, and he drops to stand on his right knee. His body goes lower, and lower until there is a little pause. He gets back on his feet, and he starts walking to the ropes. Reaching his hand, he grabs the top rope, and she’s forced to let go. Mikey collapses onto the mat, and the crowd is in awe from the huge effort shown by the two.
Zach Davis: He survived The Dream Catcher. Chelsea is doing everything she can to just end it, and become the next United States Champion. Now, she’s climbing the top rope.
She’s already on the top rope, and yelling out for Mikey to even stand. Mikey is looking outside the ring, and his eye keeps twitching. His teeth grinding against each other, and now he wants blood.
Mikey eXtreme: She’s dead to me, Doc. DEAD!
He manages to stand up, and his back is faced to her on the top rope. One swift spin, and an elbow yet again knocks her still on the top rope. He climbs back on the second rope, and tries to set up a superplex attempt but Chelsea is firing shots into his exposed ribs that releases her. Once they are at a stalemate, Mikey digs his thumbs into her eyes, temporarily blinding her, and he puts her arm around his shoulders with his hand grasping the back of her neck.
Gravedigger: MIKEY NO! STOP, DON’T DO IT MIKEY! YOU SHOULDN’T! HE’S RIGHT NEAR THE STEEL STEPS!
Mikey eXtreme: DIE, YOU BITCH!
He lifts her from the top rope, and throws her body face first into the steel steps from a huge measurement of height. Her face collides straight into the steel, and bounces off from a possibly concussion. The impact opens a gash on her forehead, and she starts bleeding out. Now we understand why he calls it the ‘eXplosion’.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee is asking for medical officials to check on Chelsea, and Mikey is sitting on top of the top rope while the rest of medical staff are worrying about Chelsea’s condition. The crowd starts to boo, and Mikey is sitting there laughing at the mess he created. It’s seen that Chelsea can barely continue, and they are asking for a stretcher to come out because she’s barely even moving hence breathing.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme just killed Chelsea Armstrong. Oh my god, I cannot believed we witnessed such a brutal moment by Mikey eXtreme.
He wipes the American face paint off, and can’t stop laughing. The stretcher isn’t needed as Chelsea is being helped by the officials, and now Mikey’s demeanour changes. He wants to send a message to the entire WCF, and now he’s about to. He climbs perfectly on the top rope, and perches once the medical team is carrying Chelsea by her shoulders. The referee is trying to get Mikey to stop but he just kicks him down to the mat, and leaps off the top rope into the air.
Freddy Whoa: MIKEY NOOOO!
Mikey crashes onto Chelsea, and the medical team flooring everyone down. The crowd is in shock, excitement, and is enjoying this major emotional spectacle. He needed to get this done, and he grabbed the bloody Chelsea, and rolled her lazy carcass into the ring. Once again, he climbs onto the top rope, and stands on it. Pointing down to the destroyed Chelsea, he leaps off from the top rope, and exposes his elbow to drive it into the chest. After he lands it, he switches his arm around her neck with her arm in the air, and shifts her body in side control to apply the Arm Triangle.
Zach Davis: CALL THE MATCH REFEREE, SHE NEEDS TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL. JUST CALL IT!
Her blood is on his face, and the referee gets up to find her locked in the submission. It’s no use to even try, and see if she’s responding. The match has been declared, and the bell has been rung. Mikey is just screaming, and choking her out.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by referee stoppage, and still the WCF United States Champion, Mikey eXtreme.
Gravedigger: LET HER GO MIKEY! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HER!
Multiple officials are getting involved trying to pry her off, and they eventually do. The security are holding Mikey back in the ring while the fallen medical staff gather themselves together, and finally stretcher the bloody destroyed Chelsea Armstrong to the back.
Freddy Whoa: He did the most despicable thing I’ve ever seen. He ended it, and almost killed Chelsea Armstrong.
Zach Davis: What more will he go to finish it? I’ve never seen this type of behavior. It’s almost as if he snapped!
Gravedigger: We need to go to commercial. Mikey retains the belt by taking a life. Please, just commercial.
Zach Davis: Here we are! Tag team titles on the line in what promises to be a historic TLC match between four teams!
Freddy Whoa: This will definitely shorten some careers!
Gravedigger: Hopefully those of The People’s Choice!
Crowd: TLC! TLC! TLC! TLC!
Kyle Steel: The following is a tables, ladders, and chairs match, scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF tag team championships! The match will end when the belts are retrieved from the top of a ladder!
Zach Davis: What is this?!
The arena goes pitch black and then the WCFtron reads "The Outlaw Gentlemen" in purple on the screen as "Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson starts and white strobe lights filter threw the smoke coming from under the entrance. The strobes stop and a bank of white lights hit the entrance as we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, he has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape and is wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm. Adam is right behind decked out in camo pants, black combat wrestling boots, and a gas mask on his head.
Freddy Whoa: Did these two really bring a dumpster to the party?!
Zach Davis: It appears so, Freddy!
Hatcher doesn't do his usual pandering to the crowd, instead he has an ice cold expression. Adam just has his iconic icey stare going towards the ring. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace. He heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Adam pulls something out of his back pocket which happens to be a Spencer Adams t-shirt and he holds it up while he spits on it and then blows his nose on it. Adam now has a smirk on his face as he throws it on the ground and stomps on it. Adam climbs up onto the ring apron and wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. Hatcher and Adam bump fists as the house lights come up. Fans starting throwing purple and gold streamers into the ring and chants of "You Sick Bastard" start.
Freddy Whoa: Some disrespect and ill intentions from these two here!
The arena goes black as we get a black and white clip of Dr. Frankenstein raising his monster.
Audio: IT’S ALIVE!
The video feed cuts out as a spotlight hits the stage and a thick, low smoke runs across the surrounding area. We see a man in a hooded robe playing a harmonica.
Zach Davis: What’s this?!
The stage becomes more illuminated, now showing a figure strapped to a table being lifted to a more upright position. The light reveals his face to be that of Spencer Adams whose painted green with a few scattered scars caked on as well. His arms stretch outward as restraints are undone and the lights come back on to show Muse behind him. The hooded man to the side pulls down his hood to reveal himself as Vic Venable. Both men standby as the intro to Knights of Cydonia starts up.
Freddy Whoa: Interesting to say the least!
Spotlights dance as the song kicks in to gear and the two make their way down to the ring, slapping hands along the barrier. Fists pump up into the air as fans chant along to the riff.
Zach Davis: These two made it known that they were coming to give the fans a show and they look ready to me!
Vic and Spencer roll into the ring as the two stare down The Outlaw Gentlemen. The music fades out as the fans roar even louder. The four men grit teeth at those across from them as they await the other two teams.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes two more big threats in this match!
Zach Davis: I don’t think anybody wants any part of these two!
The Master" by GosT booms violently over the PA system as lights flash to the pulse of the aggressive music. Preecha Kamon and Patrilli step past the curtain followed closely behind by Armand who pats them both on the shoulder before hyping him up to the audience. Slowly they walk down to the ring and climb the steps. Armand sits on the second ropes as Preecha stops through before shadow boxing with the turnbuckle then lift his arms, unable to hear the boo of the crowd. Armand snatches a microphone from a nearby worker. He raises it to his mouth as the crowd boos louder.
Armand De La Fontaine: Behold! My weapons of mass destruction! These two men are here to make life a living hell for everyone else in the ring until the predictable conclusion of this match! Your new tag team champions!
Armand drops the mic and laughs to himself as the crowd continues to boo.
Freddy Whoa: That leaves us with our champions!
Zach Davis: The odds certainly stacked against them in this one!
“Aquaberry Dolphin” by Riff Raff hits as Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid storm the ring; no gloating with the titles. They climb the turnbuckles and raise the belts above their heads.
Freddy Whoa: These two look ready to get down to business!
Zach Davis: This is what the people came to see, Freddy! We have some of the best talent in the federation in that ring right now and we are surrounded by objects of pure mutilation!
Freddy Whoa: Well that’s not everyone quite yet..
" 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.
Zach Davis: Tables! Ladders! Chairs! ….and Poon!! That’s right, The Thickness are the special refs, the enforcers in this match!
Freddy Whoa: Smart decision to have them here! With a match of this size, some sort of order must be kept!
Zach Davis: It looks like we’re about to get under way here!
DING DING DING!!!
Zach Davis: Holy shit! Right out of the gate, these eight competitors fly at each other in a flurry of strikes as The Thickness rolls outside of the ring and take their seats at ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Pure chaos right now! We have Preecha Kamon fighting with Kyle Kemp, Spencer Adams fighting with Adam Young, Raymond Hatcher fighting with Johnny Rabid, and Patrilli fighting with Vic Venable! This is madness!
Zach Davis: The competitors slowing down a bit now as they begin to look up! You don’t win without getting those belts in your hands!
Freddy Whoa: Bodies rolling out of the ring as the brawling continues!
Zach Davis: Vic Venable and Patrilli launching those ladders inside the ring now!
Freddy Whoa: On the outside, we see Adam Young and Spencer Adams going at it! These two have had a heated rivalry for months now and they are finally getting their hands on each other!
Zach Davis: Both men rear up!
Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE SUPERKICK! YOUNG AND ADAMS JUST KNOCKED EACH OTHER OUT WITH THAT ONE!
Crowd: This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap* This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap*
Zach Davis: Awesome indeed! Pulling out the big guns already!
Freddy Whoa: Preecha and Kemp on the outside as well still!
Zach Davis: Some strong back and forth rights from these two!
Freddy Whoa: You know those strikes have to hurt coming from someone trained in the ways that Preecha Kamon is, but Kemp doesn’t appear to let that stop him!
Zach Davis: Patrilli kicking Vic down into that corner and it looks like he’s on the way to join his partner on the outside!
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli and Preecha going for the numbers game against Kemp here!
Zach Davis: Vic recovering in the ring now, I think he sees an opportunity!
Freddy Whoa: He bounces off the ropes!
Zach Davis: AND VIC VENABLE TAKING A RISK AS HE DIVES STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES!! BODIES ARE EVERYWHERE!!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd getting pumped up now!
Zach Davis: Hatcher and Rabid back in the ring now as Rabid hooks his opponent!
Freddy Whoa: Swift suplex there to Raymond Hatcher!
Zach Davis: Rabid setting up the ladder now, going right for it!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Patrilli right up the ladder after him!
Zach Davis: The two trade blows from the top!
Freddy Whoa: And Patrilli shoving Rabid off the ladder!
Zach Davis: Patrilli reaching for the strap! Could this one be over already?!
Freddy Whoa: He’s got company!
Zach Davis: Hatcher is up! He’s climbing up the ladder now!
Freddy Whoa: Both men reaching for the belts here as they have another guest!
Zach Davis: Kemp rolls into the ring now!
Freddy Whoa: DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF THE LADDER FROM KEMP AS PATRILLI AND HATCHER ARE SENT TUMBLING TO THE MAT!
Zach Davis: Kemp pushing the ladder back into place now as Adam Young slides in behind him, steel chair in hand!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp stepping up the ladder!
Zach Davis: AND A HARD SHOT WITH THAT CHAIR FROM ADAM YOUNG!
Freddy Whoa: Young throwing the chair down in frustration as he climbs up the ladder!
Zach Davis: Patrilli back up now!
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli leaps up, grabbing Young now!
Zach Davis: JUMPING REVERSE DDT OFF THE LADDER AND PATRILLI SENDS THE BACK OF YOUNG’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THAT CHAIR!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF! WCF!
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli getting back up slowly as Kamon sets up a table outside the ring now!
Zach Davis: Vic Venable sliding inside the ring and charging at a wobbled Patrilli!
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli reversing with a big back body drop over the top!
Zach Davis: PREECHA CATCHING HIM ON THE OUTSIDE!
Freddy Whoa: AND A HARD POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! PREECHA JUST DECIMATING VIC VENABLE!
Zach Davis: Preecha taking a good look at his work here!
Freddy Whoa: And Patrilli is smiling! Both him and Kamon are up and they look ready to capitalize!
Zach Davis: Both men in the ring alone as Kamon slides in! Kamon climbing the ladder as Patrilli stands guard!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams is up! Spencer Adams is still in this!
Zach Davis: Got his head kicked off earlier, but he’s back up!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams sliding in now!
Zach Davis: SUPER DUPER KICK TO PATRILLI!
Freddy Whoa: And here goes Spencer after Preecha now!
Zach Davis: Both men trading rights and lefts from the top of the ladder!
Freddy Whoa: It’s all about who wants it the most in this one!
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher sliding back in now!
Freddy Whoa: And Hatcher setting up another ladder between the ropes and the one that is currently supporting Adams and Kamon!
Zach Davis: Adams and Kamon continuing to brawl here!
Freddy Whoa: They better look out, Hatcher is on top of that second ladder, just below Spencer Adams!
Zach Davis: Adams now hooking Kamon as Hatcher gets Adams on his shoulders!
Freddy Whoa: NO NO NO NO NO! THIS IS GOING TO GET UGLY!
Zach Davis: Hatcher and Adams lifting up now!
Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT! HATCHER WITH AN ELECTRIC CHAIR ON ADAMS AS ADAMS SUPLEXES KAMON! SPENCER ADAMS, PREECHA KAMON, AND RAYMOND HATCHER ALL GETTING SENT THROUGH A LADDER!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: We definitely need a replay on that!
Freddy Whoa: No doubt! What a maneuver!
Zach Davis: The action continues now as Johnny Rabid slides back into the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid climbing up now!
Zach Davis: Adam Young rolling in to stop him!
Freddy Whoa: Young trying to climb over the top of Johnny Rabid now!
Zach Davis: Wait, who’s this?!
Freddy Whoa: IT’S BAD NEWS BENSON!
Zach Davis: What’s he doing here?!
Freddy Whoa: Benson entering the ring now and ripping Young off the ladder!
Zach Davis: Benson suplexing Young over the top rope now!
Freddy Whoa: And now it’s Rabid near the belts as Benson slides out and leaves through the crowd!
Zach Davis: Strange seeing Benson in here, looks like he’s made The Outlaw Gentlemen a target!
Freddy Whoa: And now as Rabid nears those belts we see Kemp setting up Patrilli on top of a table outside the ring!
Zach Davis: What’s he thinking here?!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp motioning for Rabid’s attention as he throws a couple more ladders in the ring! What could he be thinking here?!
Zach Davis: Rabid could very well just grab the belts down right now, but I think Kemp might have other plans!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp sliding in as he motions for Rabid to hop back down the ladder!
Zach Davis: Kemp whispers to Rabid and I think these two have something big in mind!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp and Rabid setting up the two ladders and...this is certainly interesting!
Zach Davis: Kemp and Rabid now propping up the two ladders as support for the third!
Freddy Whoa: And Kemp holding the ladders in place as Rabid begins to climb once more, but this time he’s climbing up two ladders!
Zach Davis: I can only imagine what will happen next!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid at the top now! You don’t see somebody this high usually! Rabid might be looking to take flight!
Zach Davis: He’s looking down at Patrilli now! This is gonna be nasty!
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD! RABID TAKES FLIGHT!
Zach Davis: LEAP OF FAITH OVER AND OUT! RABID CRASHING RIGHT THROUGH PATRILLI!
Half of the crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!
Other half of the crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Half of the crowd: THIS AWESOME!
Other half of the crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: Awesome is right, but neither of these men are moving now!
Zach Davis: And now Kemp is in the ring, changing the ladders to a more normal setup as he begins to climb this time!
Freddy Whoa: Can Kemp get up there and retrieve the belts?!
Zach Davis: Here comes Vic Venable now! Vic hacking away at Kemp with rights and lefts, doing everything he can to keep #BeachKrew from winning!
Freddy Whoa: Vic pulls off Kemp!
Zach Davis: BOOM HEADSHOT!
Freddy Whoa: NO! KEMP DUCKS IT!
Zach Davis: Knee to the gut from Kyle Kemp and Vic is down!
Freddy Whoa: He steps back!
Zach Davis: BACK TO THE MINORS!
Freddy Whoa: Preecha out of nowhere getting behind Kemp now!
Zach Davis: Kemp turning around!
Freddy Whoa: Kamon Kannon!
Zach Davis: Adam Young back in now!
Freddy Whoa: YOUNG WITH THE SUPERKICK ON PREECHA!
Zach Davis: Here comes Spencer Adams!
Freddy Whoa: Adams delivering some hard chops to Young now!
Zach Davis: Spencer dragging Adam Young over towards the ropes now, towards the entrance!
Freddy Whoa: And don’t forget that dumpster that The Outlaw Gentlemen brought to the party sitting on the other side of those ropes!
Zach Davis: Adams pulling Young through the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: But look out Spencer!
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher from the outside with the low blow!
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher climbing the apron now, positioning Spencer over the dumpster!
Zach Davis: Young helping out now! The Outlaw Gentlemen trying to take the antidote out of the matchup!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer fighting back with all his might!
Zach Davis: Striking away at Young!
Freddy Whoa: And a kick to the head of Hatcher sending him tumbling back down to the outside!
Zach Davis: Spencer shaking off the beating!
Freddy Whoa: Young is groggy!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: SPENCER ADAMS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Zach Davis: QUARANTINE! A STANDING QUARANTINE FROM THE APRON SENDING BOTH MEN THROUGH THE DUMPSTER LIDS AND STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOM!
Freddy Whoa: WOW! This match is just insanity!
Zach Davis: And now the ring is empty! Who will make the climb?!
Freddy Whoa: It’s Kyle Kemp! Kyle Kemp in the ring now!
Zach Davis: There’s nobody around to stop him! Kemp realizes it and begins the climb!
Freddy Whoa: Somebody needs to get in there and stop him!
Zach Davis: Kemp nears the top!
Freddy Whoa: He reaches for them!
Zach Davis: Just a bit further!
Freddy Whoa: Vic Venable, Preecha Kamon, and Raymond Hatcher all rolling into the ring!
Zach Davis: They pull Kemp down now!
Freddy Whoa: And Kemp quickly shoving Venable back into Preecha and Hatcher!
Zach Davis: Kemp climbing up now!
Freddy Whoa: He realizes this may be the only chance to win!
Zach Davis: He’s getting closer!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp extending his arm up as he continues to climb!
Zach Davis: Just a bit further!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp is reaching!
Zach Davis: AND HE DOES IT! THE CHAMPS RETAIN!
DING DING DING!!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners and still the WCF tag team champions, Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp!!!
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a match as we see the champion quickly retreating with the gold!
Zach Davis: That one was a classic!
After the rest of the participants leave the ring, Preecha and Patrilli lays in the ring as Armand slowly enters the ring. Suddenly “I Know” by David Lynch plays on the P.A. System.
Zach Davis: Wait...I know that theme...Holy shit!
Out on to the entrance ramp steps Gein Spector and K. L. Henson.
Gravedigger: What the hell is that loser doing with that looney Henson?
The two quickly make their way down to the ring. They roll in as Armand backs way in a hurry. Gein picks up Patrilli and holds him against a turnbuckle as Henson eggs on Preecha with a couple of slaps to the head. Preecha slowly rises to hands and knees but Henson instantly kicks him in the head but then follows up by forcing Preecha to his feet.
Henson double backs to the ropes before bouncing off with a leaping European uppercut which sends Preecha stumbling back into the other set of ropes. Henson follows close behind and nails the boxer with a clothesline over the ropes. He continues to go after Preecha after rolling out of the ring. He picks him up once again and throws him into the steel steps, knocking the top half off. Henson grabs the top half and waits to the side as Preecha struggles to get to his feet. Once fully up, Henson lobs the steel steps and nails Preecha right at the side of the head. Henson rolls him back into the ring, mounts over him and lays punch after punch to the face before picking him up once again, forcing him to his knees and jetting a knee right to his face.
Zach Davis: He just hit Preecha with his own finisher! Preecha might have a concussion.
Gein lets go of Patrilli and requests for a mic.
Gein Spector: Patrilli...Say hello to your new partner...At least until Preecha here recovers from his unforunate accident during the match...
Gravedigger: Can he just do that?
Zach Davis: It's WCF...rules aren't really a focal point. But I am not sure if anyone is going to disagree with him at the moment.
Armand tries to run to the ramp but Henson sees him and rolls out of the ring to cut in front of him and throws him back into the ring where Gein grabs him by the collar and lifts him into the air.
Gein Spector: and you are going to continue to manage this team...or else...
Gein toss him down onto the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Both him and Henson walk up the ramp. Henson laughing hysterically as he does so.
Zach Davis: What the hell was that?! What did we just witness here? The return of Gein and Henson? Why are they teaming up? Why is Henson Patrilli's partner? What happens now with Preecha?!
Gravedigger: I imagine we will find out next week on Slam.
Zach Davis: Guys, last week we saw the return of The Thickness; both in spirit and competition. Not only were The Thickness named special guest referees for the TLC Tag Title match but Zombie McMorris attacked and challenged Bobby Cairo to a match here tonight- a way to quote “settle the score” from their match earlier this year at Payback in February.
Freddy Whoa: Right. I don’t know what Zombie was thinking, challenging Bobby Cairo but I’m just glad to see him back in WCF.
Gravedigger: Hell if anyone knows what ZMAC is thinking half the time but I’m glad to have Cairo back as well. Normally I’d mark out for my #BeachKrew name but now is not the time for that. Now’s the time to get THICK as Bobby Cairo comes out of retirement to challenge for the WZF Horror Kore Championship. That wasn’t the smartest thing for ZMAC to do but that guy is crazier than a pet raccoon on bath salts, Miggal. But I do know one thing, this match is going to be a freakin’ war.
Zach Davis: It’s the biggest Pay Per View of the year, with some of the biggest moments of the year. Let’s go to Kyle Steel in the ring for the introductions.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen.. The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and it is for the W-C-F Hardcore Championship! Making is way to the ring first from New Orleans, Louisiana…. He weighs in at two hundred and two pounds.. He is the Hardcore and Internet Champion… Zombie… MCMORRIS!!!
“ Never Gonna Stop” hits the PA system. Zombie McMorris comes out at a entrance tunnel in the middle section of the crowd with Buddy Roman and a trombonist, echoing the beats of the theme music. ZMAC strikes a Jesus “Cross” pose with a belt on beach of his arms.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is the man who defeated Torture to capture the WCF Hardcore Championship. He is quite possibly one of the most dangerous men in WCF history.
Freddy Whoa: - Certainly the craziest.
Gravedigger: But he’s a blast to watch in the ring. Just as long as you’re on this side of the announce table.
Zombie McMorris gets crowd surfed down to the ring as Buddy Roman and the trombonist follow behind. ZMAC hops over the guard rail and makes his way into the ring. Buddy Roman grabs a microphone and addresses the crowd.
Vincent “Buddy” Roman: All I want to say is.. YOU’RE WELCUM, asterisk dot E-X-E. For it was my genius and cunning that laid the plans to string the trap to bring Robert Hercules Cairo-Roman back to each and every one of you. It was my plan all along to have MY client, Zombie McMorris ride up and dart in and out of those kush fields and murk the un-murk-able. Bobby Cairo has been gone from his company and this Jew brought him back! THIS Jew before you took the fantastic wet dream of Bobby Cairo at ONE and made it a reality. Back in February, these two men killed each other. Literally, they killed each other over a bag of cocaine. Now they do it over the WZF HORROR KORE Championship. And I’m sorry, Bobby but this will not be the triumphant return that you’ve envisioned. Today is not the day that Bobby Cairo survives, or to see a conga line of B-B Double-U’s bring him back from the dead. There is no Jam Willy to save you now; not in the Staples Center. However, I want you to know, Bobby, that I still love you. A Father never stops loving his son. A Father never stops loving his son and I never stopped loving you. But today is different but MY client, The Evil Incarnate is going to hand the hardest working man in WCF his own heart!
Gravedigger: That was beautiful.
Zach Davis: That was terrible.
Freddy Whoa: Yah, I agree.
Gravedigger: What are you talking about? That was a man bearing his soul in front of millions of people. He was talking about the purity of a fathers love for his children. You know, Freddy. You got ten kids on child support. I’m sure you love them. You might not know their names but I’m sure you love them.
“ Killing In the Name of” Hits the PA system but is quickly halted by Buddy Roman.
Vincent “Buddy” Roman: Whoa, whoa.. whoa.. Freddy Whoa. Hold on just a minute. This is my son we’re talking about here. I know the sound guy is just doing his job but my son needs a proper introduction and I nominate myself to do it…
The trombonist starts playing “ Killing in the Name of” as Buddy begins to butcher the song.
Vincent “Buddy” Roman:
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of!
Suddenly Buddys mic cuts out.
Zach Davis: Thank God.
Gravedigger: You mean thank Jam Willy.
The area goes dark as fans get to their feet and go crazy
Crowd: BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY!
“ Killing in the name of” Hits the PA system again.
Rising up from the stage is RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE! Picking up where Buddy had left off. In the middle of the band is Bobby Freaken’ Cairo!
Zach Davis: The GODFATHER IS BACK IN WCF!
Freddy Whoa: And he’s got a few ladies in toe with him.
Bobby Cairo head bangs along with Rage Against then swaggers off down the ramp..
Kyle Steel: And the opponent… he hails from Poon Town, Federal District, Poon Guinea.. He weighs in at Two Hundred and twenty six pounds…. He is the WCF Legend and one half of THE THICKNESS… Former WCF World Heavyweight Champion…. THE GODFATHER.. BOBBY CAIRO!!!
Cairo climbs into the ring taking off his fur coat made of that Fenrir wolf pelt. He hands it off to one of the women and shoos them away. He turns back towards ZMAC who hands referee Stanley Moses the Hardcore title. Buddy takes the Internet title and leaves the ring, going to sit with commentary. Stanley Moses holds the belt up for the crowd to see as the bell rings.
The Bell sounded and it is fury at the start. The two men clash with thunderous embrace. Left, right, left right- These two men are traded blows back and forth. Cairo grabs ZMAC by the hair and tosses him around towards the ropes. They continues to brawl before Cairo whips ZMAC off the ropes. Cairo ducks for a back body drop but ZMAC boots him in the face and clotheslines him down. Cairo right back up- and another clothesline. Cairo up again but this time its him who goes off the ropes and lifted up.
Zach Davis: ZMAC going for a Zombie dro--
Freddy Whoa: They’ve been friends and enemies and they know each other so well but no one does a cutter quite like Cairo
Gravedigger: Pin em’!
Bobby Cairo: Get up, son. You ain’t done.
ZMAC tries to play opossum but Cairo isn’t havin any of it and starts laying the boots to ZMAC. ZMAC flinches and tries to crawl to the ropes. Cairo charges but gets body dropped over the ropes and lands on the apron. ZMAC turns around with a discus elbow that sends Cairo to the floor. ZMAC backs up and gets ready to go a runnin’ and a’ divin..
Zach Davis: ZMAC going for a suicide dive…
Freddy Whoa: NOOO!!
Cairo reaches up and catches ZMAC out of midair. He’s shaking his head. Cairo lifts ZMAC up and throws him away with a barrel suplex and ZMACs back cracks as he hands spine first into the guardrail.
Gravedigger: And ZMACs spine just cracked. He landed spine first across the edge of that guardrail.
Cairo immediately crawls under the ring, starts rummaging around, and comes back out with a steel chair.
Bobby Cairo: You wanted HahhdKore, you got it!
ZMAC is still a crumpled and twisted heap up against the guardrail as Cairo begins connecting with chair shots. ZMAC gets to a knee, taking chair shot after chair shot and hits Cairo with a low blow. Cairo falls to the floor as ZMAC stands vertical. ZMAC reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vail of coke and snorts it.
Gravedigger: Aww, yah! ZMACs startin’ the party early.
Freddy Whoa: He’s cokin’ up!
Zach Davis: And its ZMACs turn to start stomping away at Cairo.
ZMAC picks up Cairo and whips him into the steel steps.
Freddy Whoa: And ZMAC going over and getting those steel steps, he’s .. oh no.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is putting the steel steps up against Cairo’s face. I think he’s going to boot him in the face. ZMAC backs up to the other side of the ring and calls to the crowd.
ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!!!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC gears up; full speed ahead!
Gravedigger: Cairo, no! Cairo throws the stairs.
Zach Davis: ZMAC immediately hits the ground, writhing in pain.
Freddy Whoa: He may have broken his ankle.
Zach Davis: Cairo slow to get to his feet. He walks over to ZMAC and stomps him in the face before looking under the ring and comes up with a bicycle.
Cairo throws the bicyle on top of ZMAC before taking ZMAC hurt foot and putting it inbetween the spokes of the tire. Cairo picks up the stairs and smashes ZMAC in the face with it before taking to the top with it.
Freddy Whoa: He’s not doing what I think he’s going to do?
Gravedigger: I think he is.
Zach Davis: Cairo is going to break his ankle for sure.
Cairo leaps off the top rope with the steel steps and crushes ZMACs ankle. ZMAC howls in pain as he pounds the mat with his fists and tries to kick the bike off his foot. Cairo rips ZMAC from the bike and props him up against the guardrail and hits him with some hard closed fists. ZMAC tries to keep his balance as he fights back with fists of his own.
Gravedigger: The coke is finally starting to set in. Ain’t nothing going to hurt him now.
Zach Davis: Cairo connects with a few uppercuts.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC returns the favor. You do not want to go shot for shot with ZMAC.
Gravedigger: You don’t want to go shot for shot with Cairo.
ZMAC with a low blow kick into a high knee to the gut. Cairo stumbles away in pain as ZMAC limps over to the apron and finds more toys.
Zach Davis: He’s got a table and some lighter fluid.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he’s taking the fight back into the ring.
ZMAC starts setting up the table and squirts the fluid on it but is blind sided by a top rope drop kick by Cairo. Cairo stays on the attack picking up ZMAC and setting him up for a textbook german suplex. Cairo sizes up ZMAC and connects with a running clothesline. Cairo heads up to the top turnbuckle but ZMAC quickly springs to his feet and hits the ropes causing Cairo to crotch himself. ZMAC lights the table and takes a few steps back and runs towards Cairo, leaping up onto the ropes cat walking them.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC going for his trademark rope walk hurricanrana.
Zach Davis: NO!
Cairo hangs on and leaps off the turnbuckle, and both men crash through the flaming table. Both men are down.
Gravedigger: Cairo managing to cover ZMAC with one arm.
Zach Davis: ZMAC kicks out at two.
Cairo with another cover
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC kicks out again.
Cairo picks up ZMAC and sets him up for a fisherman suplex pin.
Zach Davis: Cairo going for Irresistible Bliss.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC blocks it.. Falcon Arrow by ZMAC! Both men are down.
Gravedigger: Theres no count out. Its gonna be whoever gets up first.
ZMAC crawls to the ropes and gets to his feet as Cairo gets to a knee. ZMAC charges Cairo..
Zach Davis: Dive Killah!
Gravedigger: It’ll take more than a Dove Killah to keep The Godfather down.
ZMAC picks up Cairo and whips him into the corner, he charges but Cairo gets a boot up and rushes ZMAC with a Yakuza kick. Cairo takes to the second turnbuckle for an ax handle but gets planted down by a spine buster! ZMAC rolls out of the ring to try and recoup as Cairo slowly rolls over and slides out of the ring to follow. ZMAC slips into the crowd as ZMAC goes after him and the two men go shot for shot again as the fans circle around them. They square off into another street brawl as ZMAC throws a left hand. The southpaw of WCF lands a good shot but Cairo hits an uppercut.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo with shots to the body.
Zach Davis: This may be a hardcore match but is about settling a score. Who is better, who will come out on top.
Gravedigger: They’re just teeing off on each other now. Neither one wants to give an inch.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And ZMAC throwing a fan into Cairo.
Zach Davis: ZMAC did this before against Occulo a few months back. Its cowardly.
Cairo catches the small fan but pays the price when ZMAC lunges at him with a superman punch. ZMAC picks Cairo up and throws him into some empty chairs. Cairo gets to his feet as ZMAC comes after him..
Gravedigger: Cairo with a drop toe hold to ZMAC.
Zach Davis: Yah, a ZMAC smashes his face on that steel chair.
Cairo goes to pick up ZMAC but gets punches in the gut. ZMAC grabs the chair and snaps it shut. He raises the chair over his head and brings it down but its blocked by Cairo who snatches it from ZMAC and cracks him over the head with it. ZMAC falls to a knee… Cairo hits him again and ZMAC collapses backwards into a fan who pushes him forward into another chair shot. ZMAC hits the ground as Cairo opens the chair and puts on top of him. Cairo gets handed a beer by a fan and has a drink while ZMAC lays on the ground, not moving.
Crowd: BOB-B! BOB-B! BOB-B!
Cairo takes the last of the beer and pours it over ZMACs face then he celebrates with crowd.
Gravedigger: Cairo is just humiliating Zombie, now.
Freddy Whoa: If that’s even possible.
Bobby Cairo: Whats the matter, Z? Too busy dreamin of BB-Dubs?
Cairo further mocks ZMAC as he takes out a flask from his pants and takes a sip before pouring that over ZMACs face too. Cairo gets up and taunts the crowd. He goes and starts partying it up with his fans, making his way through the crowd and towards the middle section.
Zach Davis: Guys, ZMAC is still out.
Freddy Whoa: Wheres torture, nows a great time to cash in on that rematch clause. Get his belt back.
The lights go out.
Zach Davis: Great. Not this again.
The lights come back on and ZMAC is standing behind Cairo, breathing heavy and looking strange and different.
Gravedigger: I think Cairo’s own personal reserve had some side effects for ZMAC.
ZMAC looks to have gained muscle mass and a crazy snarl. Cairo turns around as ZMAC grabs him by the throat. ZMAC lifts Cairo up and holds him over the guardrail.
Zach Davis: That’s a fifteen foot drop.
Freddy Whoa: But the fans; the fans are coming to his aid. They’re attacking Zombie McMorris.
ZMAC grans another fan by the throat as Cairo uses his legs to cling to the rail. Cairo hammers away at ZMACs arm, trying to get him to break the grip. He does as Cairo grabs ZMAC by the shirt and flings him over the edge!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! ZMAC once again takes a fall from the middle section.
Zach Davis: Oh no. Freddy, the fan. ZMAC took that fan with him.
Gravedigger: Damn it, ZMAC! There goes our holiday bonus. Now instead of buying a new fishing boat, Seths gotta use that money for doctor and lawyers’ fees. I was workin on the perfect cast too.
EMTs rush to the scene. Its gruesome. The fan is bleeding from his head and his leg is broken. ZMAC is lying motionless. Some of the Loyal are chanting “ Bobby C” but mostly everyone is concerned. The EMTs check on the fan and get him ready for transport, ZMAC too as he is not responding.
Zach Davis: Well folks, I’d hate to say this but I think the match may be over. The fan is being escorted to the back on a stretcher, followed by Zombie McMorris.
Freddy Whoa: If ZMAC cant continue, he cant defend his title and Bobby Cairo wins by default.
Cairo makes his way back to the ring as Stanley Moses retrieves the belt. Cameras follow Cairo as another team of cameras follow ZMAC on his way towards a helicopter to airlift him and the fan. Back in the ring, Buddy Roman refuses to give up the hardcore title as he and Stanley play tug of war for the belt. Cairo gets a mic and starts talking.
Bobby Cairo: Roman, Roman, I feel you but give it up. ZMAC cant continue. He lost. Them be the rules.
Stanley and Roman starts wrestling more aggressively for the belt as they begin to roll around on the floor but then a voice is heard over the PA system.
ZMAC: Hey BUBBY! HAHAHAHA. I ain’t done. Just figured we could use a change of scenery.
The cameras show ZMAC standing at the bay door of the helicopter.
ZMAC: Don’t worry, I’ve waited a year this. I can wait a few more minutes to get your broken ass over here. Unless your chicken.
Bobby Cairo: Nobody calls me CHICKEN!
Cario takes off towards the back and the waiting helicopter with Stanley Moses and the hardcore title in toe..
Zach Davis: Theres a dying fan and ZMAC is toying with his life just to troll Cairo.
Gravedigger: That’s the risk you take in a ZMAC match.
Freddy Whoa: He didn’t sign up for this, though.
Gravedigger: I didn’t sign up for this either, Freddy. Yet here I am next to you; in hell.
Zach Davis: I guess the match isn’t over yet, but what are they going to do? Fight in a helicopter?
Freddy Whoa: It would be a first.
Gravedigger: He’s right. We’ve never had a helicopter match.
In the back Cairo catches up with ZMAC who immediately pounces on him with left hands.
Zach Davis: The southpaw going at it again.
Cairo fights back with a snap suplex to the concrete.. and again.. and again…
Freddy Whoa: Cairo with a hat trick of snap suplexs.
Cairo picks up ZMAC and throws him into some equipment trunks. ZMAC comes back with an eye rake and swinging neck breaker.
ZMAC: Start it up!
The helicopter turns on as ZMAC picks Cairo up and drags him over towards the tail blades.
Zach Davis: He’s gonna kill him.
Gravedigger: Won’t be the first time.
Freddy Whoa: He’s going to decapitate Cairo.
Cairo fights back with elbows to the gut. He shoves ZMAC away and stumbles alongside the helicopter and ZMAC tackles in as they both land inside the chopper.
Zach Davis: The choppers taking off.
Gravedigger: Well yah, theres a dying man in there.
Freddy Whoa: Is.. is that a raccoon flying the helicopter?
Gravedigger: AHA! Its Gilligan the Raccoon! He’s back!
Freddy Whoa ( sounding defeated ): I don’t even know whats going on anymore. What is life?
Zach Davis: Looks like Cameraman Stu is making the trip as well. We have a man on the inside.
Freddy Whoa: I mean, fah serious? A raccoon? He don’t even have thumbs.
Zach Davis: He’s got an apposable claw.
Freddy Whoa: WHA? How?
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy. You’re breaking the fourth wall.
Back in the helicopter, ZMAC and Cairo are struggling for position as the chopper soars over LA.
Zach Davis: Wait, wait look. The fan. It wasn’t a fan at all. ..
Gravedigger: Its Diablo Calzone, the Blue eyed Devil in the TMNT pajamas!
Freddy Whoa: It was a trap! It was a set up all along by ZMAC! He sucked Cairo right into this trap.
Zach Davis: And he’s stuck hundreds of feet in the air. Cairos getting beat down by The Vapor Kingz!
ZMAC: Whats the matter, Cairo. I thought you were the man. Da Bezt. Where are you now? Getting the shit kicked out of you.
Zach Davis: It’s a two man beatdown! This is horrible.
Gravedigger: ZMAC has some of the best psychology in the business and now Cairos paying for it.
Freddy Whoa: But he ain’t done yet. Cairos fighting back!
Cairo gets to his feet and breaks Diablos nose with one solid punch. DLO goes down. ZMAC turns Cairo around but gets rocked by punches to the face. ZMAC stumbles backwards and dangles out the side of the chopper.
Zach Davis: Wham! Superkick!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Gravedigger: ZMAC just got kicked out of the Helicopter!
Cairo grabs a parachute as Stanley Moses clings to him.
Zach Davis: Cairo is Parachuting down to that roof top!
Gravedigger: Zombie McMorris just fell four, maybe five hundred feet or more to that roof top.
Cairo and Stanley make it to the roof top safely as the helicopter circles for a landing. The chopper finally lands after a few minutes and Stu is able to rush out of the chopper and view the action.
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo is going to make the pin!
Gravedigger: Looks like ZMACs plan backfired on him.
Freddy Whoa: If he’s still alive.
ZMACS lifeless body made an impact crater. Cairo goes over and makes the pin.
Zach Davis: He's done it! Bobby Cairo has won the WCF Hardcore Championship!
Feddy Whoa: But he had to kick ZMAC out of a helicopter to do it!
Gravedigger: It was either kill or be killed. Him or ZMAC and lets just say, I'm glad it was ZMAC. Ladies and gents, Bobby Cairo is your NEW champion!!! ONLLY ON FRIDAY KNIGHT MYGGAL!
Zach Davis: Its Sunday.
Gravedigger: Even better!
Beneath Bobby Cairo and ZMAC, some kind of temporal shifting magic portal opens. Both men are sucked through it.
Gravedigger: What the-
Both men reappear back in the arena! Bobby Cairo's music is playing!
Zach Davis: I guess WCF's official magic portal making wizard decided that Bobby Cairo should get to celebrate in the ring, in front of all the fans.
Cairo's music plays as Zombie rolls back into the ring; he has a steel chair: in the blink of an eye the coked up maniac has unleashed a series of furious shots to the cranium of Bobby Cairo.
Gravedigger: Guess you're wrong, Zach! Looks like someone just wanted to give Zombie McMorris a chance at revenge! And the portal must have magically healed him after that potentially fatal fall!
Mac follows that up with another and another, a vicious crack with the edge of the chair to Bobby’s guts is met with screams from broken lungs. Bobby crumples to the mat as a slither of blood runs from the Godfaddahs mouth. ZMAC stands over him, looks down and contemplates his next move.
Zach Davis Where the hell is Odin? Somebody get help in here, NOW!
ZMAC says nothing; just stands their over the bleeding form of Bobby. A few moments pass. Cairo is prone, blood oozing now from his mouth. Cairo coughing up blood. ZMAC tilts his head to one side. Smirks.
ZMAC: You look familiar, Cairo. You know that? You look very familiar, Wordsmith; lying there. Half dead. Like someone who used to know how to fly, but got his wings clipped. A People’s hero.
Zach Davis: What is he talking about?
ZMAC: Mistakes, we all make em’, don’t we wordsmith? Twenty seven years ago I made a mistake. And you, Cairo; you tried to destroy that mistake. It didn’t make sense at first why you did what you did, but it soon fell into place once I digged. You, driven half mad over your precious Kaz Mazy. A bright future dat blinked out all too soon, right on the eve of his greatest triumph: Ultimate Showdown. Then you vanish. Silent running until you think the trail is cold. Then the great return, falling into line with dat Thickness craze all ova again, because? Because no Poondocks; dat bright and wondrous future extinguished because a man choose family over you. Because Kaz Mazy choose something ova you he considered more worthy.
Cairo is using the ropes now to drag himself to his feet. He’s wiping the blood away; his eyes glare at McMorris. He shakes his head, “no”. But it’s just a reaction. A futile gesture he knows carries no weight. After all...we all knew this day would come.
The day of truth.
ZMAC: Poor Kaz Mazy; poor Sofie. And in the middle of all that drama? There’s this man; this...
Gravedigger: Holy fuck.
ZMAC: Always trying to help that Scarecrow; snooping; getting involved with his friends business, telling Kaz to follow his heart or some such shit. This Scarecrow man; fucking up dem’ plans for the Boomcocks; dem’ saints; dem...champions. That fucking mistake...how did it feel, Cairo? To push my son to his death?
Zach Davis: OH...MY...GOD.
The crowd don’t know how to react; nobody does. Nobody, except old' ZMAC; he begins to clap. Faster and faster; more maniacal; more crazed. Cairo stands; total focus now. He thinks he’s ready for anything.
The clapping... stops.
ZMAC: Ask me, Cairo. Ask me if you’re a murderer. Ask me with those made up words fucker. Because I’ve been looking forward to this day for a LONG FUCKING TIME.
Bobby Cairo: Fuck you. And fuck your fucking son.
ZMAC nods. There that yellow teethed smile again. He never expected a confession. Too below him. Around the staples center you can hear a pin drop. Except...
ZMAC’s hands are at his sides; his gaze looks up. Bobby spins around, trying to find the location of the applause. Where’s it coming from?
ZMAC: Ask me again, Bobby. ASK ME! Are you a murderer?
Bobby Cairo: Am I murderer?
The Shape, shrouded in darkness....
A spotlight falls upon the shape, a six foot six man; dressed in a military overcoat; long straggly hair falling over his features. The shape looks up; just a glint of an expression; just a--
Nothing. The spotlight goes dark. The shape...vanishes.
Bobby spins around; ZMAC is gone. A packed arena and Bobby Hercules Cairo...has never been more alone, as he climbs out of the ring and walks silently into the back. Head bowed. No expression. Just questions. Just....regret.
The scene opens somewhere backstage, camera focused on the World Championship in the middle of a podium, nameplate inscribed "Wade Moor". The camera zooms out to reveal a pair of hands leaning against the table, one heavily bandaged and wrapped in a leather gauntlet.
Wade Moor: This is what it REALLY comes down to, isn't it? The World Championship, right? This is what you're fighting for?
I've lost a lot this week...but Grayson? You're going to lose so much more. This One, this event tonight? This is the house that GodNilla built, The Leviathan with his own two hands.
Wade holds his hands up for the World to see.
Wade Moor: But now, I'm going to set it on fire with you inside. Burn it down and reduce you to nothing but ash, Pierce.
Is this what you wanted?
Well, it's what you've got.
See you later, Grayson. I'll be the One beating you within an inch of your life.
The scene darkens and fades out.
We come back from a promo for WCF 2K16 with a sweeping shot of the crowd as they're going crazy after the night we've had so far.
Zach Davis: This crowd is so loud that I can barely even hear you guys and you're sitting right beside me.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah this is insane.
"Crawl" by Kings Of Leon hits the speakers and the arena walls shake.
Gravedigger: Good lord, I've never heard a pop like this.
Zach Davis: Well if you'd ever been nice to people, maybe you would have.
Gravedigger: Go f-
Freddy Whoa: And listen to the crowd now!
Crowd: HELLO FROM THE FACE SIDE!
Zach Davis: Weeks later and they're still singing along to Torture's parody of Adele's "Hello". Maybe Torture should look into the music business when he finally hangs up his boots for good.
Crowd: I GUESS I'M NOT THE HEEL THIS TIME!
Torture finally walks out from the back, a huge smile on his face. The crowd pops and then goes back to singing as Torture points out to them and then to his heart.
Freddy Whoa: If you had told me earlier this year that the crowd would love Torture this much, I'd have laughed in your face.
Gravedigger: It's amazing what having your tag team partner turn on you and then assault your mute brother can do for a guy.
Zach Davis: Why do I feel like you broke a wall? Maybe the fourth one?
Gravedigger: Oh shut it, Davis.
Torture stands up on the stage, soaking in the love from the crowd, before finally walking down the ramp toward the ring. He slaps a few hands and then rolls under the bottom rope before popping up to his feet. He raises his arms to cheers from the crowd before he walks over to his corner and begins to warm up.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: And here comes a man who's intentions we don't really understand. When Torture was looking for a partner for this match, I'm sure Jonny Fly's name was at the very, very end of the list.
Freddy Whoa: It's a name that I didn't expect for sure. But for Torture this was a huge get. When Jayson Price and Creeping Death are on the other side of the ring, you want a partner that you know can go hard. And there isn't many men past or present that can go as hard as Jonny Fly, especially on the big stage.
Zach Davis: Just curious, Gravedigger. Did Torture ever give you a call?
Gravedigger: He did! However I was busy that night pissing in Jayson Price's gas tank and misunderstood what he was asking. I thought he was asking if I would be his wing man at a bar and I don't do that shit anymore.
Freddy Whoa: It's odd how normal that seems to me.
Zach Davis: Well whatever Fly's reasons are, this team of Jonny Fly and Torture are going to be fun to watch.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘The Most Dominant Wrestler in WCF History.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring 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 canvas. He stops and takes a few moment to prepare himself before finally sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet and he and Torture share a nod before Fly turns toward the stage.
The lights in the arena drop as the crowd goes silent. A blood red glow lights up the stage as smoke begins to rise from the floor throughout the arena. Dozens of hooded figures file out from the back and line the stage and entrance ramp as flashes from phone cameras light up the darkness for fleeting seconds. Suddenly "Creeping Death" by Metallica hits the speakers to a very loud and very mixed reaction from the crowd. The masked men remain standing still, not flinching until the red glow fades out, leaving the arena pitch black. When the glow returns, more hooded men have emerged and they now circle the ring, along with lining the stage and ramp. Nearly a minute after the music starts, the vocals kick in as Creeping Death emerges from the back, a hooded sweatshirt covering his face, to an even louder mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: And this reaction from the crowd is about as right down the line as you can get. One guy is booing and the guy to his side is cheering.
Gravedigger: Guys like Creeping Death will always have their fans, no matter what. Legends get the respect that they deserve.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know how many cheers you get these days, Digger.
Gravedigger: I'm sure I could get a few if I broke your jaw, Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: Point taken!
Death remains motionless on the stage as flames begin to rise on the stage behind the hooded figures. Death raises his arms and the flames rise, nearly to the base of the jumbotron. He lowers them and back down they come. He then begins walking down the ramp, with each step the flames seemingly rising and falling behind him. He gets halfway down the ramp and he stops. With a slight nod, the hooded men on the stage file down the ramp on both sides of him. They all take a knee and reach up to him as he stares ahead at Fly and Torture. He continues toward the ring, the flames on the stage still rising and falling each time his foot hits the floor. He climbs up onto the apron and stops, staring down Fly and Torture as the flames die down and the smoke begins to clear. Creeping Death enters the ring and Fly and Torture exit the ring. Death steps out to the center of the ring as the hooded men surrounding the ring all take a knee and reach out with a hand. The music slowly fades out and the arena lights come back on as Death stands in the center of the ring, hood still up. He walks over to his corner and climbs up to the top rope before taking a seat on the turnbuckle. The hooded men all stand back up and Fly and Torture move to the apron before climbing up.
"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena speakers as the arena lights drop. Strobe lights begin to light up the stage as the crowds mixed reaction turns to one of pure hatred.
Zach Davis: And we knew this was coming. It almost seems as though Jayson Price has been begging for the crowd to boo him as much as they can with his actions.
Freddy Whoa: Well he's never really claimed to like the fans, so it's not that surprising.
Gravedigger: Back in my day we didn't have to beg for boos. The bad guys got them just by being them.
Zach Davis: God you sound so old some times.
Gravedigger: But I could still clothesline your head to the moon, you little douche.
The music continues to play on and the lights keep flashing but there's no sign of Price. Fly and Torture exchange looks as Creeping Death looks toward the stage. The crowd begins to murmur as they're unsure of what's going on.
Zach Davis: Mind games by Price? He's been known to do what he can to get under people's skin, you don't have to look further than his attack on Torture's brother.
Creeping Death continues to watch the stage as he pulls down his hood, clearly looking annoyed. Fly steps into the ring, gesturing to the stage and asking Death where Price is. Torture starts to enter the ring when suddenly one of the hooded men steps forward and grabs him by the ankle. The man yanks Torture down, sending him crashing face first into the apron.
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
The lights and music are still going so Fly doesn't know what's happening, he's still trying to get answers from Death. Death playing his part and still looking annoyed. The man yanks off his hooded robe and to no one's shock it's Jayson Price. Vicious boos fill the arena as Price stomps down on Torture's back. The music cuts and the lights come back on as Price continues to stomp on Price. Fly realizes something is up and looks around, finally seeing that Price is attacking his partner. Fly sprints across the ring and suicide dives through the ropes, sending Price flying back into the arms of the other hooded men. Fly somehow lands on his feet and he lays into Price with a forearm to the face. Fly with rapid forearms to the face as Death makes his way across the ring. Death now climbing to the top rope and he perches as Fly drops Price with a mighty European uppercut. Fly turns around to help Torture to his feet when Death leaps off the top rope with a crossbody. Death hits it, crashing into Fly and causing both men to fall back into the crowd of hooded men.
Freddy Whoa: We've got bodies all over ringside and the match hasn't even started.
The referee exits the ring and starts trying to get order as Fly, Death and Price try to get themselves untangled from under the pile of hooded men. Torture up to his feet and he sees Price trying to get up and he tackles him backfirst into the barricade at ringside. The fans cheer Torture on as he levels Price with a right hand. Price tries to throw a punch back but Torture blocks it and hits him with another huge right hand. Price starts to fall back into the crowd but they push him right back over, not wanting to see him run.
Zach Davis: We need to get some sort of order out here! This is mayhem!
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger! Lace up your boots and go get things under control.
Gravedigger: Not unless I'm getting paid.
The referee is distracted by Fly and Death, who are having their own brawl as they step all over the fallen bodies of the hooded men. Fly with an Irish Whip that sends Death right toward the announce table.
Zach Davis: LOOK OUT!
But Black leaps up before he hits the announce table, lands and then jumps off looking for another crossbody. But Fly sees it coming and cuts Death off mid-air with a dropkick to the ribs. Death crashes to the ground, clutching at his ribs, as Fly gets back up to his feet. The referee is demanding they get to their spots as Fly holds his hands up. Meanwhile Torture has Price sitting up against the ring steps, pressing his knee into Price's face. Torture pulls back and hits a hard knee to the head as the referee runs over and tries to get between them.
Freddy Whoa: The referee trying to stop this chaos as Torture argues that Price started it. And you know what, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who won't agree with him. We're not just talking about the start of this fight, we're talking about this whole feud.
Zach Davis: Agreed. Price is getting what he had coming to him.
The referee demanding that either Fly or Torture get in the ring and that the other takes his spot on the apron. Fly grabs Death and shoves him in under the bottom rope before sliding in. Torture starts to go after Price again but the referee shoves him back. The referee points again and Torture finally relents. Torture climbs up onto the apron and the referee slides into the ring as Price is still laid out. The referee keeps Fly back, letting Death get to his feet and checking on him before he calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Fly charges at Death and eats a right hand. But Fly shakes it off and fires back with a punch of his own. Fly with another right and then a quick jab. Now it's Fly grabbing the arm and sending Death into the ropes. Death comes back and Fly tries for a clothesline but Death ducks it. Death hits the ropes and comes back, hitting Fly with a hurricanrana that sends him to the mat. Fly back up to his feet and Death goes for a running knee to the gut. Fly doubled over and Death takes him to the mat with a DDT. Death with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: NO! Kick out!
Fly with the kick out at one but Death hits him with an elbow to the face. Death now jamming the point of his elbow into Fly's face and dragging it. The referee moves in to check on Fly, but Fly shoves Death off of him and into the referee. Death and the referee get tangled up and Fly has enough time to get to his feet. Fly charges at Death but Death moves out of the way and Fly has to stop himself before he runs over the referee. Death grabs Fly from behind and tries for a German suplex but Fly blocks it. Fly counters with a snapmare and then kicks Death square in the spine. Outside of the ring Price is finally pulling himself up on the apron, a bit of blood running down the back of his head from the knee he took against the stairs before the match. Black is on the mat holding his back as Fly looks toward his corner. Torture is itching to get in the ring and Fly obliges, slapping his hand. Out Fly goes to the apron and in comes Torture to a huge pop.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the people's new favorite wrestler, I guess.
Zach Davis: Think about the history here! We've spent so much time talking about the Price and Torture feud and history, but Torture and Creeping Death go back over a decade. These are two men that helped build and shape WCF into what it is now. And they've been friends and enemies more times than any of us can count.
Gravedigger: They're the frenemies above all frenemies. And now I hate myself for using that word.
Torture pulling Death up to his feet and quickly sets him up for the Torture's Device.
Freddy Whoa: Is this it?!
Torture bends Death backward and starts to spin him when Death quickly reverses it and shoves him chest first into the ropes. Death leaps up and hits an elbow square in the back of the head. Torture drops like a log and Death hooks the leg.
Freddy Whoa: IS THIS IT?!?!
Zach Davis: NO! KICK OUT! But my god you could hear that shot in China.
Creeping Death up to his feet as Torture looks up at him from the mat. Death shows him just how close it was and Torture nods before getting to his feet.
Gravedigger: These guys have known each other for so long, you know they know each other's playbooks. Death just showed Torture just how well scouted that Torture's Device is.
Both men back to their feet and Torture wants to tie up. Death obliges but then ducks around and grabs Torture from behind. Death trying to lift Torture up for the Burning Hammer. But Torture with elbows to the head and he gets loose. Torture lands on his feet and turns around in time to grab a charging Death by the arm and try to whip him into the ropes. Death with the counter and Torture goes flying toward Fly. Fly drops to the ground to avoid getting run over but Torture manages to stop himself. Death again charges and Torture lifts him up and over the top rope, sending Death crashing right into Fly.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That was as unintentional as you can get but Torture just took out his own partner and I don't think he realizes it yet.
Fly and Death are both laid out on the floor as Torture finally realizes what happened. The referee is trying to keep Torture in the ring as he looks out toward the two down wrestlers. Behind them, Price has entered the ring and is stalking Torture. Price spins him around and goes for the Downfall but Torture blocks it. Torture with the Snad Cutter but Price shoves him off. The referee now trying to get Price out of the ring but Torture shoves past him and they begin to trade right hands.
Zach Davis: The referee has lost control yet again but this crowd is loving it.
Gravedigger: Let them fight damn it!
Torture gets the upper hand on Price, who immediately runs for the ropes and demands the referee keep him back. The referee grabs Torture by the waist and pushes him back as the crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: Oh god these people want to see Torture murder Price in that ring. I don't know how much longer they can hold out.
Torture absolutely wants Price but the legal man is Death and the referee isn't playing games. Outside the ring, Death and Fly are trying to get to their feet when Torture suddenly slides out of the ring and grabs Death by the head. Torture throws him under the bottom ropes and slides in himself, but he does nothing.
Zach Davis: Is Torture screaming for Death to go tag in Price? Why doesn't he pin Death? Win the damn match!
Freddy Whoa: He wants to pin Price, Zach. It's that simple. Winning tonight means nothing if he can't kill Price in the process.
Death crawling toward his corner as Price watches on, clearly not wanting to get in the ring. Price yelling for Death to get up and fight as Torture gives up on waiting and starts to drag Death toward Price. Price starts to hop down when Fly grabs a chair from ringside and threatens him with it. Price between a rock and a hard place when Torture picks up Death and throws him at Price. Death drops to the mat and rolls onto the apron as the referee signals the tag.
Freddy Whoa: THAT'S A TAG!
The crowd absolutely loses it as Torture grabs Price by the head and pulls him over the top rope and into the ring. Torture with the mount and he begins to level Price with lefts and rights. With every punch there's a huge cheer from the crowd.
Zach Davis: THIS CROWD IS DESTROYING MY HEARING!
The referee tries to get Torture off but Torture shoves him away before resuming punching. Torture now with his hands around Price's throat, trying to choke the life from him. The referee starts up a 5 count and Torture lets go at 4.999999. The referee with a warning but gets ignored as Torture gets to his feet, pulling Price up with him. Price tries to fight back with a shot to the ribs but Torture responds with a knee to the midsection. Torture pulls Price back upright and he hits him in the middle of the ring with a reverse STO.
Freddy Whoa: COPANI DRIVER!
Torture with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: NO! KICK OUT!
Price with the shoulder up at two and Torture not looking pleased. Torture with an elbow to the face before he gets back up to his feet. A stomp to the ribs followed up by one to the gut. Price rolling on the mat but Torture pulls him up by the head. Torture with a resounding slap across the face before he pulls Price in for another Copani Driver. But that slap must have woken Price up because he responds with an elbow to the back of the head. Another elbow and Price is able to get loose. Price leaping into the air and he hooks Torture's head before driving him to the mat with a DDT.
Freddy Whoa: Huge counter! And by God did he need that change in momentum.
Price not even able to muster up enough to get an arm over Torture as they both lay on the mat. Death back up on the apron and he's asking for a tag. So is Fly. Price and Torture both getting to their feet. Price starts to go toward Death but Torture spins him around and hits him with a right. The crowd cheers. Price shakes it off and throws a right of his own. The crowd boos.
Crowd: YEAH! BOOO! YEAH! BOOO! YEAH! BOOO! YEAH! BOOO! YEAH! BOOO!
Both men throwing absolute bombs to the delight of the crowd but to the chagrin of the referee. Price gets the upper hand on Torture after ducking a punch and hitting a european uppercut. Price with a second and then a third and Torture appears to be stumbling. Price with a mighty right hand that spins him around and his hands flailing. Fly extends his hand out as far as he can but Price wisely grabs Torture from behind before they can tag. Price pulls him back and then hits a release German suplex that sends Torture flying into the referee.
Gravedigger: OH SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: That referee may be dead. All 250 pounds of flying Torture just hit him square in the face and chest and he's not moving.
Price up to his feet and he shrugs his shoulders. Fly through the ropes and he rushes Price from behind. Fly with a dropkick to the back that sends him into the ropes. In comes Creeping Death and he tackles Fly to the mat. They're trading shots as Price holds his back. Torture still on the mat and Price is now looking outside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I don't like that look one bit.
Price now leaving the ring and he's heading for the German Announce Table.
Zach Davis: GET OUT OF THERE HANS AND HANS!
Freddy Whoa: Wait. They're both named Hans?
Zach Davis: What do you expect, the Germans aren't that unique. Well, not since the 40's.
Gravedigger: And they call me the insensitive one.
The German announcers scramble as Price begins to rip monitors off the announce table and knocking items to the side. Price now heading back to the ring and he grabs Torture by the arm and pulls him out of the ring. Price leading Torture over to the table as Fly and Death's fight has them both up on their feet again. Fly able to see what's happening outside the ring while trading elbows with Death and he's trying to get to Torture. Death not about to let that happen as he unloads with a clothesline. Fly hits the mat and Death looks over at Price as he shoves Torture onto the announce table. Death heading for the corner as Price hits Torture with a right hand. Death now calling shots as Price unloads with another right hand. Price looks to Death and nods his head. Death going for a frog splash when Fly runs up from behind and shoves him off the top turnbuckle. Death flies off the top rope and crashes ribs first on the side of the table. Price now grabbing Death to keep him from falling over as Torture sits up on the table.
Freddy Whoa: He's got a chair!
Price never sees it coming as Torture bashes Price with a chair. Price falls over face first onto the table as Torture manages to roll off. With Fly yelling out orders, Torture uses the last of his energy to push Death and Price up onto the table more before Fly leaps off the top rope and drives them both through the table with a Flyswatter.
Zach Davis: HOLY HELL!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Crowd: HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!
Gravedigger: Well I can't say it, but what they said.
Torture collapses, clearly gassed. Fly is out at ringside after the massive collision. Death and Price are breathing but that's about it. And in the ring the referee still hasn't moved.
Zach Davis: How in the hell are we supposed to continue? We've got a referee that my be dead and every competitor is laid out on the floor after what can only be described as a car wreck.
Medical personnel are running out to check on the referee and the wrestlers as there's confusion amongst everyone. Torture is the first to move, yelling for the medical staff to get away as he lifts Jayson Price up and slides him into the ring.
Gravedigger: GET HIM! GET HIM, TORTURE!
Torture sighs as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders as he drops Jayson Price one more time with a Torture's Device...
Gravedigger: What's he gonna do? There's no ref!
...as Seth Lerch comes running down the ramp and slides in!
Freddy Whoa: Seth makes the count! Torture and Jonny Fly win it!
Torture's music hits as he rolls off of Price, holding himself in pain. Seth is doing his best to check on him, his big money main eventer, Torture.
Zach Davis: What a HELLACIOUS match. These four men put each other through hell - just like we knew they would. Experts might debate the cadence of Seth's count there, but if we didn't end the match here, I don't think it EVER would have ended.
Seth has helped Torture up, also helped by Torture's own pride. Seth raises Tort's arm in the air.
Gravedigger: One brings out the best in everyone, Zach, and One brings the legends. These four men ARE legends, as legendary as you can get.
Freddy Whoa: That's for sure. Jonny Fly and Creeping Death gave it their all, but at the end of the day, the story was about Jayson Price and Torture.
Zach Davis: Some people will definitely be asking if Torture would have been Jayson Price without Seth's help. But as far as I can see, Torture earned it.
Seth leaves Fly and Torture as the medics begin checking on Creeping Death and Jayson Price. Fly, prideful himself, uses the time to taunt to the fans before heading to the back to collect his big fat One payday check.
Freddy Whoa: Here we are, folks. This next match marks the second singles bout between two of the top stars in the Wrestling Championship Federation. It’s the rematch we’ve been waiting since WAR to see, and finally the wait is over.
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. Retrograde by James Blake begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the Bronx, New York...weighing in at 220 lbs...JOOSEEPH MAALIIGNAAAAAAGGIII!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at the enranceway with both apathy and disgust.
Freddy Whoa: Joseph Malignaggi - the man who defeated Dune to win the World Title at WAR.
Zach Davis: Look at him, Freddy. Malignaggi’s ready to make it a clean sweep of Dune on the year.
Gravedigger: When you put it like that, it begins to sound entirely impossible. Dune all the way in this one.
The lights fade before the opening chords of "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides in and shoots to his feet. The ring glows amidst the darkness as he walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes. He makes his way to his corner, where he slides out of his vest and drops it outside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Seconds separate us from what may well be the defining moment of these two young fighter’s careers. Everything’s on the line tonight. Weapons of all varieties dot the ring and lie in wait beneath it.
Zach Davis: Don’t forget the scaffolding that runs the length of the ring 10 feet up.
Gravedigger: How could we ever forget that glorious structure? God willing the rightful man takes the plunge tonight.
Freddy Whoa: And we’re off! Malignaggi wasting no time in attacking his fiercest rival!
Malignaggi runs at Dune, lighting him up with a series of well-timed, well-placed punches that send Dune back into the corner. Malignaggi takes a step back and begins laying into Dune’s ribs with hard, swift kicks, though Dune catches his foot and pulls him in for a massive clothesline that sends Malignaggi to the mat. Dune lifts him up, though Malignaggi grabs hold of Dune’s head and performs a jawbreaker on the big man.
Zach Davis: Oof! That had to hurt!
Gravedigger: Coming from you, that’s not saying much.
Dune holds his chin and regains his composure as Malignaggi shoots to his feet. Once more he begins a relentless attack of strikes that land on the exposed parts of Dune’s half-masked face. Malignaggi lands a devastating side kick to the temple of Dune, who loses his balance as Malignaggi sprints at him. Dune recovers in time though, and he catches Malignaggi in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker before throwing him to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi goes down!
Zach Davis: And Dune goes right after him.
Dune begins stomping on the back of Malignaggi’s head. Somehow though, Malignaggi spins on the mat and plants both feet into Dune’s gut, sending him reeling backward before Malignaggi rolls out of the ring. Clutching his head, he takes his eyes off Dune before reaching for a steel chair. A burst of noise from the crowd draws Malignaggi’s eyes back to the ring, where Dune charges, plants, and leaps high into the air.
Freddy Whoa: Look out! Suicide Dive by -
Malignaggi sees him in time though, and just before Dune’s beastly frame lands on him, he swings the chair and...CRACK!
Freddy Whoa: OH my GOD! Malignaggi just shattered the skull of Dune. I don’t care how tough you are, NO ONE’S getting up from that!
Zach Davis: It looks like Malignaggi’s down too though.
Dune lays atop Malignaggi, the steel chair in between them. The ref slides out of the ring and checks his shoulders before starting the count.
The crowd comes alive as Malignaggi kicks out in the nick of time.
Zach Davis: Malignaggi with presence of mind to get that shoulder up before the 3-count.
Gravedigger: He’s lucky he got that chair shot off in time. Had Dune landed on him with the full weight of his frame, this’d be over right now.
Freddy Whoa: You’ve got a point there. All the same, it’s Malignaggi who’s the first one back on his feet.
Now it’s his turn to stomp on the back of his downed opponent’s head, and when Dune rolls away, Malignaggi picks up the chair. His eyes are on fire as he stalks Dune, and the crowd gasps to see him smack the chair against his skull once more.
Freddy Whoa: VICIOUS chairshot by Malignaggi...but Dune’s still on his feet.
Malignaggi smacks him again, and again...until finally, Dune lowers his head, dodging the swing and giving him an opening he takes full advantage of. He spins and slams his boot into the tender soft-spot just below Malignaggi’s sternum. He keels over, and Dune grabs him by the neck, locking his head beneath his armpit and locking of Malignaggi’s arms behind his back before throwing himself backward.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus...Dune plants Malignaggi’s head into that steel chair with a double arm DDT. Malignaggi’s taking a beating here tonight.
Zach Davis: Dune’s taking one himself. It looks like Malignaggi opened him up. That is blood right?
Gravedigger: No it’s ketchup you fucking tool. Now stop fucking up One!
Dune lifts Malignaggi from the floor and lifts him high over his head, throwing him back into the ring through the middle ropes. Malignaggi rolls to the center, and he’s on one knee when Dune slides in and shoots toward him. Dune lands a series of devastating punches to the face of Malignaggi before he falls back against the mat. Dune picks up his nearly limp body before grabbing hold of an arm and sending him into the barbed wire that lines one side of the ropes. Bits of flesh tear off Malignaggi’s back as he slams into virgin barbs, falling forward in a heap.
Gravedigger: Yes - god yes. THIS is what I came here to see tonight.
Zach Davis: You’re sick. Malignaggi’s a human being, for christ’s sake.
Gravedigger: And he’s being treated like a dog tonight.
But just as he says it, Dune lifts Malignaggi up only to have his own weight used against him. Malignaggi flips him over and locks him in an incredibly awkward and painful looking armbar. Malignaggi wrenches away as Dune fights to gain the upper hand, and just when it seems he’s about to, Malignaggi begins laying into his half-masked face with his boot. The cut on Dune’s head opens even more as he struggles to break free.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi’s looking to put it away right here. He’s made Dune tap before. What’s to stop him from doing it again?
Gravedigger: I’ve got an idea or two…
He says it as Dune muscles his way over to the corner, where the unlikely duo of a pane of glass and a 2x4 sit in wait. He grabs hold of the latter, and he narrowly misses a block-attempt before the board slams into Malignaggi’s chin. His eyes rolls back in his head for a moment, though he regains consciousness just in time to roll out of the way of another 2x4 blow.
Freddy Whoa: Dune standing over Malignaggi, slamming that 2x4 down with nothing but malicious intent. He dodges another...and another!
Zach Davis: My god! How is he avoiding these blows?!
Malignaggi rolls away from yet another would-be match-ending blows before shooting to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. Just before Dune can swing the 2x4, he slams his boot into the big man’s face, sending him tumbling into the barbed wire. He manages to shield his torso with his forearms, though they break out in streams of crimson as Dune gets to his feet. He stands in the corner, and looking over at the one opposite him, he sees Malignaggi standing in wait. The crowd begins to cheer.
Zach Davis: What happens here, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: I have no clue. But right now, this one’s anyone’s game.
Dune straightens his shoulders, and the roar of the crowd becomes deafening as the two stare each other down for a long moment. Simultaneously, as if on cue, they charge.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Malignaggi leaps over Dune as he makes to spear him. Dune spins, only to be greeted by a blast from the brass knuckles that line Malignaggi’s fist. Dune doesn’t drop though, and when Malignaggi swings again, Dune catches his arm in mid-air. Dune wrenches Malignaggi’s arm up over his head before stepping behind him and suplexing him. Malignaggi lands awkwardly on his arm and neck, and he’s slow to get up. Meanwhile, Dune walks back over to the 2x4.
Zach Davis: Oh no…
Gravedigger: Oh yes!
Zach Davis: Please no…
Dune picks up the 2x4, takes two strides over to the still-rising Joseph Malignaggi, and shatters the thick wood over his back with one swing.
Freddy Whoa: Holy mother of christ, this one’s over folks! This one’s...wait a minute, Dune’s not going for the pin!
Zach Davis: What’s he doing?
Gravedigger: These two want to kill each other before the night’s out, and from the looks of it, Malignaggi’s still breathing.
Dune slides out of the ring and makes his way down the aisle, where a ten foot ladder stands in wait. He grabs hold of it, slamming it shut and carrying it with ease to the ring. He throws it over the top rope, and it nearly collides with Malignaggi, who manages to roll away in time to avoid it. Dune slides in and sets up the ladder as Malignaggi slowly rises to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Dune’s setting up that ladder to get at the scaffolding above the ring.
Zach Davis: I was hoping they’d forget about it. And we thought this was ugly before...
Gravedigger: Did we?
Dune grabs hold of Malignaggi, who struggles as Dune begins to drag him up the ladder. It isn’t until about halfway up that Malignaggi finally break free of Dune’s clutch. He knocks his face back with a series of strikes before Dune swings his head back and slams it into the bridge of Malignaggi’s nose. The blinding pain doesn’t deter him though, and the crowd noise intensifies as the two men swing at each other from atop their shared rung.
Zach Davis: Listen to this crowd, Freddy! They can’t get enough!
Freddy Whoa: Dune and Malignaggi are assuring their mutual destruction here tonight at One.
Gravedigger: It almost brings a tear to my eye to know it has to end…
Malignaggi manages to duck a shot from Dune, who dents the hard edge of the ladder with his fist before Malignaggi catches him with a stiff right. Another lands, and another, until finally, with a fourth shot to the temple of Dune, the big man loses his balance and falls from the ladder. His back lands on the top rope, which sends him flipping over backward and landing on his head outside the ring. The crowd goes ape shit as Malignaggi stands alone on the ladder.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi may have gained the upper hand there. Dune is slow to get up on the outside, and if Malignaggi can capitalize off this right here and now, this could be over before we know it.
Gravedigger: Don’t talk like that.
Malignaggi leaps down and rolls out of the ring. He reaches under it and pulls out a Louisville Slugger wrapped in more virgin barbed-wire before making his way toward Dune. He turns the corner just as Dune gets back on his feet. He crow-hops when he draws near and slams the bat into Dune’s knee, but it doesn’t bring him down. He darts backward as Dune reaches for him, stepping aside and slamming the barbs into Dune’s back in turn. Again, the big man stumbles forward, but he doesn’t fall. Once more, Malignaggi crow hops before slamming the barbed-bat into Dune, this time splitting open the skin on his abdomen...but Dune doesn’t fall.
Freddy Whoa: Dune will not go down.
Zach Davis: Any other man would be dead by now. I don’t get it?!
Gravedigger: Well your Zach fucking Davis so of course you don’t get it...now for the last time stop ruining One!
Malignaggi throws the bat down in a rage and charges Dune. The two men lock up, but Dune’s superior strength wins out, and he flings Malignaggi into the steel steps nearby. His spine collides with the unforgiving corners, and he rolls away and stumbles to his feet as Dune closes the gap between them.
Zach Davis: Dune with those 150 lb steel steps held high overhead like they only weigh 20. Wow.
He slams it down on Malignaggi’s outstretched hands before slamming his boot into his gut. Malignaggi keels over, and Dune slams the steps against his back once...twice...three times. He throws them away, though as he chucks them away, Malignaggi shoots toward him and takes him down.
Freddy Whoa: What?!! How in the hell is Joseph Malignaggi still conscious, let alone alive and breathing?!
Zach Davis: He’s got Dune right where he wants him, Freddy. I doubt even Dune can top Malignaggi’s ground game. He certainly couldn’t at WAR.
Gravedigger: No…but this is One. And if you keep ruining it with your comments, I swear I’m going to -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Dune throws Malignaggi off and shoots to his feet before Malignaggi can recover. They charge each other, though this time Dune uses the forward momentum of Malignaggi to step aside and fling him into the other set of steel chairs. Dune walks over and grabs Malignaggi by the hair, which he uses to violently torque Malignaggi’s neck back and forth before locking him in a standing headscissors. The crowd livens as Dune hooks Malignaggi’s arms behind his back.
Zach Davis: Sandstorm coming!
But he only lifts him up halfway, and the ensuing piledriver gets a burst of gasps from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: This is violent. This is cruel. Joseph Malignaggi doesn’t deserve this. Look at him! One more stiff blow may well do him in!
Zach Davis: If I’ve learned anything from this match, it’s to never count Joseph Malignaggi out.
Dune kicks Malignaggi right in the face before lifting up the mats to expose the hard concrete floor beneath. He reaches under the apron and pulls a table out, setting it up atop the bare floor. Malignaggi is almost on his feet now, and he manages to knock Dune back with a few hard shots to the head. Dune bull rushes him, locking him up before slamming the small of his back against the edge of the ring. Malignaggi cringes in pain as Dune rolls him under the bottom rope.
Zach Davis: What now?
Gravedigger: The end.
Dune slides in and, before Malignaggi can get to his feet, he runs at him and leaps before connecting with a tornado kick to Malignaggi’s temple.
Freddy Whoa: Dust Devil! Malignaggi is out cold!
Dune lifts Malignaggi up and drags him toward the ladder. He carries him all the way up, placing him on the other side when he finally reaches the top. There, Dune locks Malignaggi in a standing headscissors. The crowd gasps in realization that Dune intends to drop Malignaggi from the top of the ladder through the table outside far below.
Freddy Whoa: No! No! Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!
Gravedigger: I think he’s well aware of that, Freddy.
Suddenly though, Malignaggi comes to life, and he fights desperately to break free from atop the 10 ft ladder. Dune tries to hook his arms behind his back, but before he can, Malignaggi fights through the screaming pain in his back to flip Dune up and over the ladder. He’s flung over the ropes and crashes through the table on the outside, landing on a pile of splinters and concrete floor. The crowd shits itself.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: My GAWD! If Dune isn’t dead, he’s damn sure pinned for three here!
Zach Davis: I told you, Freddy! Now get down there and pin him!
Malignaggi leaps down from the ladder and rolls out of the ring. The ref follows suit. He leaps on top of Dune’s lifeless body, pinning his shoulders down with his knees and wailing away at his face as the ref drops down.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Dune kicked out! Dune kicked out!
Zach Davis: Holy fuck…
Gravedigger: Yes! May it never end!
Malignaggi lifts the groggy Dune up and throws him in the ring, sliding in right after. He grabs the broken 2x4 and begins laying into the back of Dune’s head and neck. On his third swing, Dune rolls away, and Malignaggi discards the 2x4 and charges. He pummels him, tearing at his mask in the process, though Dune manages to shove him away and get to his feet. He’s still groggy from the fall though, and in a fit of rage, Malignaggi charges.
Zach Davis: AAAHHH!!!
The crowd gasps as the two men slam into the barbed-wire-laced ropes. They begin to brawl while their skin is still hooked on to the barbs. By the time they break free of the newly-bloodied wire they’re both covered in blood and seething with anger. The ref stands between them as they catch their breath, and the crowd is wild with electricity as the two hated rivals stare each other down.
Freddy Whoa: Here we are again, and it’s still anyone’s fight. My god, what a brutal battle this has been thus far. The will of these men to be able to withstand such punishment...it’s truly a marvel to behold.
Gravedigger: And I have a feeling we haven’t even seen the best part yet.
Zach Davis: The worst part, you mean.
Gravedigger: You know me too well.
The ref steps away, and the two go at it. Dune stands toe-to-toe with Malignaggi, stalking him as Malignaggi gives ground while trying to stay away from the ropes. Suddenly, he plants his back foot and deliver a shot to Dune’s temple. Dune lunges at Malignaggi, who manages to step away before landing a hard kick to the back of of Dune’s knee. The big man keeps his balance though, and he turns on Malignaggi to stalk him some more.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi playing his cards right there. That’s how you beat a bigger man: you pick him apart.
Malignaggi remains light on his feet with his fists held high as the much larger Dune comes at him. Dune throws a jab that misses...a hook that misses...an uppercut that misses. All within about the timeframe of a second. The uppercut is thrown with such force that Dune loses his balance as it hits only air. The crowd begins to applaud as Malignaggi throws a flutter of jabs that land on Dune’s eye. Dune swats at Malignaggi with a backhand, though it too merely slices through the air as Malignaggi throws a hard right cross that connects with Dune’s other eye. The crowd is eating up as Malignaggi once more jukes away from Dune’s grasp.
Zach Davis: This is how it happens; how Flash beats Dune for the second time in as many matches.
Gravedigger: Goddamnit, Zach, what have been saying about ruining One with your comments? Can’t you see that as soon as Dune lands one of those bombastic blows, it’s all she wrote for Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi.
Gravedigger: Fuck off Freddy.
Malignaggi is lighter than air as he lures Dune this way and that, all the while avoiding his nearly relentless assault. For each deathblow Dune throws, Malignaggi lands two of three rapid-fire strikes of his own, and they’re beginning to add up as Dune’s patience wears thin. Dune throws a false punch, immediately bull rushing the dodging-Malignaggi. He stumbles backward into the barbed wire ropes, and as they tear into his back, Dune grabs hold of Malignaggi’s neck and begins slamming his head against some of the fallen wire that rests on the mat. The crowd gasps to see the grisly sight.
Zach Davis: No! Let him go you sick bastard!
Gravedigger: Never let go…
He does though, and he lifts the dazed Malignaggi to his feet before locking his head beneath his armpit and lifting him high into the air. Blood rushes to Malignaggi’s head for a few seconds before Dune drops him from a suplex to a sit out tombstone piledriver.
Freddy Whoa: Hourglass to Joseph Malignaggi. This could be all she wrote.
But he turns his back on the downed Malignaggi before sliding out of the ring. He bends down and reaches beneath the apron, pulling out a large butane torch before climbing back in. He doesn’t make for Malignaggi though. Instead, he climbs the ladder, and when he reaches the third rung, he reaches up and sets fire to a thick piece of thread that dangles from the scaffold above. In a matter of seconds, the rigged-scaffold is alight, and the crowd looks on in shocked horror as Dune makes for Malignaggi beneath the flames.
Freddy Whoa: Hell has come to One, ladies and gentlemen, and frankly this can’t end well, however it plays out.
Zach Davis: Malignaggi’s not going out without a fight!
Malignaggi is back on his feet, and the two began to trade blows before Dune slams his boot into Malignaggi’s gut and gets behind him, locking his neck in an awkward chokehold. He begins dragging him over to the ladder, and soon the two men are climbing it toward the flaming bridge 10 ft above the ring. Dune muscles Malignaggi onto the to scaffold, and Malignaggi immediately begins stomping at Dune’s hands and face as tries to join him up top.
Freddy Whoa: Malignaggi fighting with everything he’s got to knock Dune off that ladder. The intensity level is at a 10 inside the Staples Center right now!
Dune shoots up to the top of the scaffold in between Malignaggi’s stomps. His face is a bloody mess as Malignaggi takes a few steps back. The crowd goes wild as Malignaggi charges, spearing Dune on the scaffold and between the flames that burn on either side. He begins wailing on Dune, but soon the big man powers out , nearly throwing Malignaggi from the brink. Both men struggle to their feet, and the crowd goes into a frenzy as they charge each other once more.
Freddy Whoa: NO!
Dune plows over Malignaggi, whose head slams hard against the steel-grated bridge they tread upon. He bends down and pulls him up by his hair, and the cameras pick up his deep, booming voice as he screams into the face of Maignaggi.
Dune: THIS is how it ends!
Dune slams his elbow into Malignaggi’s brutalized face, dazing him before bending him over and locking him in a standing headscissors. He hooks both of Malignaggi’s arms and lifts him up and over his head, catching his arms in a crucifix position.
Freddy Whoa: SANDSTORM!
Dune pushes up before throwing Malignaggi down through the fiery curtain that rages before him.
Freddy Whoa: NOOO -
Malignaggi slams into the mat on the back of his head and neck. He flops over awkwardly like a ragdoll before Dune makes his way down the ladder. The ref slides down as Dune flips Malignaggi over and convers him.
DING - DING - DING
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner...DUUUUUNE!
Freddy Whoa: And it’s Dune who defeats the one man he never could this year...until tonight. My god, what a journey it’s been, both since the Spring when these two first crossed paths and since the opening bell of this match!
Zach Davis: Look at that - Malignaggi’s back on his feet!
Dune snaps his arm away from the ref as he tries to hold his arm up, and his attention turns back to Malignaggi, who stands shakily but with his head held high.
Gravedigger: What happens here!?
Malignaggi moves toward Dune slowly, and the two never break eye contact as the gap between them closes shut. Suddenly though, just before it seems we might get a bit of finality to the long-standing tensions between them, Dune attacks. He lays Malignaggi out with a vicious clothesline before picking up a steel chair nearby.
Freddy Whoa: This match is over! Somebody get out here and stop this!
But Dune has already begun slamming Malignaggi repeatedly with the steep chair. He reaches down grabs Malignaggi by the neck, torquing him up before raising him high over his head in a gorilla press. He immediately slams Malignaggi’s spine against his rising-knee, and the crowd gasps as Malignaggi flops to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: This is sick! Where is security! That’s a human being out there!
Dune isn’t done though, and he picks Malignaggi up before locking him in a standing headscissors once more.
Gravedigger: Sandstorm City! May this glorious battle never end!!
But as he says it, the crowd goes from shocked and horrified to loud and exuberant. Dune pays their screams no mind as he hooks Malignaggi’s arms and lifts him high overhead....but his back is to the entrance, and by now it’s Dune’s former partner Occulo who’s halfway down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Occulo! My god, it’s Occulo!!
Zach Davis: He’s coming out to save Joseph Malignaggi!
Freddy Whoa: And to think, one year ago today it was Occulo and Malignaggi who went to battle at One!
Occulo slides in just as Dune is about to slam Malignaggi down from the crucifix position, shoving Dune and causing him to release the hold. Malignaggi stumbles over to Occulo, and the two stand at the ready as Dune glares at them with unbridled wrath.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
A few tense moments pass before Dune charges both men. It’s an all out brawl as the once heated rivals in Occulo and Malignaggi batter away at Dune, who now stands as their mutual combatant. It’s anyone’s game until somehow Dune gains the upper hand, tossing Malignaggi aside before taking Occulo to the ground. The crowd is on edge before “Lost Boys” by Death Grips sounds over the PA.
Freddy Whoa: NO WAY! Could it be?!
As he says it, none other than Howard Black emerges from the curtain and sprints down to the ring. The crowd response nearly registers on richter scales near and far away as they lose their collective shit.
Zach: IT’S HOWARD BLACK!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: All three Sentinels are here for the first time in months!
Gravedigger: The question is...whose side is he on?!
Howard slides into the ring amidst the chaos, and the question is answered as he bulls Dune over. Occulo in turn shoots to his feet, and the two former Sentinels hold the third down in the center of the ring as the crowd chants in unison.
Crowd: HOW-IE! HOW-IE! HOW-IE!
But once more, Dune manages to power out. He and Howard trade a few blows in the ring before Malignaggi and Occulo surround him. Dune, knowing he’s outnumbered, shoots an opening and slides out of the ring, backing up the ramp as he points aggressively and shouts through his mask and Howard Black, Occulo, and Joseph Malignaggi as they stand united in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Unprecedented! Unfathomable!
Gravedigger: Wrong, Freddy. This is One. Expect the unexpected!
The crowd is on fire as Dune disappears behind the curtain, and once more “Lost Boys” by Death Grips blares over the loudspeakers as the three men finally exit the ring.
Crowd: HOW-IE! HOW-IE! HOW-IE!
They make their way up the ramp to a standing ovation before they too disappear behind the curtain.
Smoke fills the entrance ramp and an image is seen coming from the back. The intro riff to “Carol of the Bells” by the Trans Siberian Orchestra plays. The smoke clears a bit and a small orchestra with a drum set, electric guitar and bass appear. The music intensifies and images of Gemini Battle pinning Odin Balfore during the Trio’s Tournament plays on the big screen. It is followed by his hands being raised as the first ever Trio’s Champion. It then goes on to show his defeat of said title, and then to War where it documented each of his historic eliminations. It moved to the monumental moment where he pinned Billy for the US Title and documented each of his title defenses. It then showed his final pin fall over Dune 2 weeks ago and him standing in the center of the ring as the crowd chanted his name as the music stopped and was replaced with the opening riff of ‘Falling Higher’ by Helloween.
Zach Davis: It’s HIM!
A Spotlight shines on the lead guitarist who is now looking up and is revealed to be Grayson Pierce himself jamming with the band. Once the opening riff ends a beautiful and scantily clad Kat Pierce comes out the entrance ramp and Pierce hands his guitar off to another musician in the band. The two head to the ring together embracing the fans as they go.
Zach Davis: This moment has been a long time coming. With what these two men have had to go through to get to this moment, and huge spotlight like this is more than appropriate.
Grayson Pierce gets to the ring and helps his wife up the steps and holds open the ropes for her. She gets in and returns the offering by holding open the ropes for him. He holds her hand and raises them both in the air as Kyle Steele announces him.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the Challenger, weighing in at 220lbs form Centereach, Long Island… The Livewire Grayson Pierce!
Grayson leans back into a corner stretching his arms as the arena darkens and fills with the booming first swell of notes from “21st Century Schizoid Man”.
Zach Davis: And here he comes.
Freddy Whoa: The man who has spearheaded an all-out assault on the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Shut up. Under the watch of Wade Moor, the #BeachKrew has dominated. You can say Johnny Rabid or Jared Holmes were the top of the pyramid, but it’s hard to argue anyone in #BeachKrew lead the charge and commanded in the field more than the Champion.
The curtain parts as Hacksaw Jim Thuggin emerges first, dressed in a pastel blue suit with a pirate flag tie. He grins wickedly at the audience, smoke billowing from the end of his cigar as he raises the blue and pink pentagram banner of #BeachKrew. Sandy Coconutz follows from the curtain, walking to the opposite side of the stage. She raises a flag in her own hands, the grinning Jolly Roger. The music intensifies as the other members of #BeachKrew enter through the curtain: Johnny Rabid, Dustin Beaver, Kyle Kemp, and ObliSEAon. Finally, the curtains part to reveal Wade Moor, the #WHIRLPOOLCHAMPION, atop a lectica carried by bikini-clad women in Mardi Gras masks.
Gravedigger: Do you see the fucking swag my boy Wade Moor has? This is why Jared always referred to him as Swagrid. This is why this guy is champion.
Freddy Whoa: We get it – you like Wade Moor. You can sit down now.
Gravedigger: Hey, I’m just paying my respects! I’m an honorary member of #BeachKrew, you know!
Zach Davis: Oh, we know.
As the lectica reach the ring, Wade pushes himself up, walking to the apron and staring across as Pierce. His hand slaps the big gold plate of the belt before he ducks under the top rope to enter the ring to a chorus of boos. Staring Grayson in the eye hatefully, Wade falls to his knees, throws his arms out and yells.
Wade Moor: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!
The boos intensify as the music slowly lowers, Wade rising to his feet and taking his has off. He tosses the effects to Jim Thuggin before waving his hand at the rest of #BeachKrew. Hesitantly, they turn, and walk back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: In a surprising turn of events, Wade Moor has dismissed #BeachKrew from ringside! He’ll be doing this alone!
Moor turns back to Pierce, a smug smile slowly worming across his lips, as he takes his corner. The bell rings and the two men advance.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
The two lock up, and Wade Moor immediately leverages his superior strength to grab Pierce in a side headlock. A fist goes to the face for Pierce! A second! A third, and Pierce shoves his way out, throwing a toe kick to the stomach of Moor! Moor doubles down, and Pierce hits him with a right to the face. A second right keeps Moor stumbling back. Almost in the corner, Wade blocks the next punch and hurls Pierce into the turnbuckle. The force throws Pierce staggering forward into the waiting arms of Moor. A very watery uppercut keeps Pierce staggered, and Moor lifts him around the legs and spins to drop him face-first for Three Sheets to the Wind! He rolls through for the pin.
Kickout at a solid two. Moor shoves himself up, grabbing Pierce by a handful of hair. He wrenches him up (Pierce wincing in pain) and hits him with a scoop slam before running at the ropes, rebounding, and going for a diving splash. Pierce raises a foot, nailing Moor in the head and staggering him as Pierce kips up to a massive pop!
Zach Davis: An incredible display of athleticism from the challenger!
Pierce charges and leaps for a forearm smash to the face of the champion, driving him between the ropes. As Moor pulls himself up, staggered on the apron, Pierce runs to the corner, springboards himself to the top rope, and nails a flying crossbody to send both himself and Moor tumbling to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!
Gravedigger: BOO! BOO!
Crowd: HOL-Y SHIT! HOL-Y SHIT!
The two men lay on the floor, trying to get their feet under them as the ref begins the count.
They both rise around the same time, and a right from Pierce keeps Moor off balance. A second right sends him stepping back. The third right is blocked, and Moor whips Pierce into the barrier.
Moor rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count before pulling Pierce up. A vicious Irish whip sends Pierce colliding shoulder first with the steel steps. Pierce clutches his shoulder as Wade walks slowly toward him.
Wade picks him up and hits him a vicious uppercut.
Freddy Whoa: Oof!
Gravedigger: Talk about a watery uppercut! Pierce looks like he’s lost at sea!
Moor charges Pierce, laying him out with a clothesline before sliding back in the ring! Meanwhile, Piece struggles to his feet on the outside.
Wade Moor stairs at the shakily-rising Pierce from the far side of the ring as the ref continues his count.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson’s back on his feet now…
Gravedigger: Not for long though. The Leviathan's about to put this one away.
Wade Moor charges the ropes, sliding at the last minute. Though his feet don’t collide with Pierce as they’re intended to. Instead, he barely moves out of the way in time to see Wade shoot past him.
He staggers to the edge of the ring and rolls in just as the ref begins throwing his hands up for the 10-count.
Zach Davis: Grayson just barely made it back in! I thought Moor was about to put this one away, Digger?
Gravedigger: He is...he’s just not ready yet.
A look of rage written on his face, Moor rolls back in, though he can’t make it to his feet before Grayson pounces on him. He takes Moor to the ground, where he begins wailing on the World Champion to the roar of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: And Grayson takes the upper hand! He’s got Moor in a bad spot right now!
But it doesn’t last long, and Wade grabs hold of Grayson’s arms before using him to rise to his feet. He kneels Piece in the gut before planting the top of his head in the center of the ring with a DDT. He drops a sharp elbow to Grayson’s head...and another...and another….a fourth elbow misses though, and Grayson shoots to his feet and charges Moor.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Grayson with a mighty clothesline to the Champ! He covers!
Wade kicks out and presses his full weight against Grayson in getting back to his feet. Pierce headbutts him, allowing him a bit of breathing room to stand up and face the Champ. The two stare each other down, circling the ring as the crowd’s cheers threaten to blow the roof off the Staples Center. Finally, Moor attacks...only to be tripped up by a drop-toe hold. His face and belly slam into the ring before Grayson locks in a standing surfboard, yanking backward on the arms of the Champ.
Freddy Whoa: VICTORY MARCH! We could have ourselves a new World Champion in a matter of moments!
Gravedigger: No way the Leviathan taps...he’s not that kind of Champion.
Grayson continues to yank on Wade’s arms, though somehow Moor manages to scoot forward to the ropes simultaneously. Pierce using all his strength to keep Moor from the ropes, but the Champ closes on them all the same.
Crowd: GRAY-SON! GRAY-SON! GRAY-SON!
Zach Davis: Grayson fighting for it all right here! If he can keep Moor from the ropes, the greatest prize in this sport is his!
Gravedigger: Are you deaf, motherfucker? Did I not just say Wade Moor’s not the tapping-out kind of Champ?
The crowd lets out a collective sigh as Wade Moor finally reaches the ropes, and Grayson relinquishes the hold reluctantly before picking up the fatigued Wade Moor. He stands him up before knocking his head back with a series of open-handed punches. Wade retreats, trying to ward off the blows before he finds himself in the corner. Grayson climbs up to the second rope and begins laying into Wade’s face with a closed fist.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI -
They cut off, though, when Wade overcomes the onslaught. He wraps his massive arms around Grayson’s thighs.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, looks like a powerbomb coming…
But Wade doesn’t slam Grayson’s back against the mat. As Pierce continues to slam away at Moor’s head, the Champion lifts him up and uses the strength of his hamstrings to climb onto the second rope. Grayson flails in the air as he realizes Moor’s intentions...but it’s too late. Wade heaves, pushing Grayson skyward before falling back and throwing him out of the ring. Grayson’s head lands on the steel steps outside with a sickening thud.
Freddy Whoa: OH my GAWD! Wade Moor may well have murdered Grayson Pierce right before our eyes here tonight at One, ladies and gentlemen.
Zach Davis: He’s not moving, Freddy.
Gravedigger: Yes, Zach - that’s what happens when people die.
Wade Moor doesn’t wait for any signs of life before climbing out of the ring and hopping down from the apron. He lifts Grayson by his neck and lays him out with an openhand smack of his own. Grayson falls to the floor, but in doing so he shows some sign of life.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like that slap woke him up.
Gravedigger: Can you imagine - waking up into a nightmare like the one Grayson’s in right now...the poor soul…
Wade picks Grayson up and locks his head beneath his armpit, lifting him high into the air before dropping down, slamming Grayson’s head into the thin mats that line the ring. The crowd around him point and shout at Moor as he stands up slowly, never taking his eyes off his prey. When his eyes shoot toward the fans, however, they go quiet and look away as if they’d said nothing at all. He looks back down before picking Grayson up, and the crowd lets out a cheer as Grayson grabs hold of the back of Wade’s knees, pulling his legs out from under him and sending him to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: And Grayson takes Wade down out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: There’s a reason he’s fighting to be #1 tonight, Freddy. This guy has no upper limit to the amount of fight he has in him.
Grayson drops an elbow onto Wade’s unsuspecting face before he rolls away and slides back in the ring. Wade is quick to follow suit, and the two men begin to brawl once inside the ring, trading blows at a furious rate.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson should be careful here, he’s playing into Wade’s style.
Zach Davis: He’s fearless, Freddy. Look at him - he’s going for the knockout blow!
Grayson begins to get the upper hand, dodging several consecutive powerful shots from Wade while landing a string of his own. All of a sudden, though, Wade Moor lunges forward, laying Grayson out with a devastating discus clothesline. The crowd gasps at the sight of Grayson slamming against the mat. Moor picks him up and flings him into the corner, though Grayson tumbles and collapses before he reaches it. He uses the corner ropes to pull himself to a seated position...and all the while Moor stands at the ready in the opposite corner.
Gravedigger: Oh yes....it’s time!
Freddy Whoa: Wade setting up for the Cannonball here. Poor Grayson, he couldn’t have put himself in better position.
With Grayson seated and shaking off the cobwebs in the corner, Wade charges.
Zach Davis: Here he comes - LOOKOUT!
Wade slams into turnbuckle as Grayson rolls out in the nick of time. The crowd becomes electric as Grayson slides back in and begins stomping Wade.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson on top once more, kicking, scratching, and clawing for that World Title!
Zach Davis: It’s only one good shot away, Freddy.
Gravedigger: One good shot away from either man you horse’s ass.
Grayson lifts Wade up and delivers a standing dropkick to him in the corner. Moor buckles over in pain, and Gemini runs across the ring only to sprint back at him, hitting a big splash in the corner. The crowd goes wild to see Moor clutching his ribs in pain. Meanwhile Grayson finds the opposite corner before sprinting at Wade once more. This time though, Wade catches him in mid-air, spinning before slamming Grayson to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Crushing slam by Wade! And the cover!
Freddy Whoa: No! Grayson powers out!
Zach Davis: It’s going to take more than that to put away the #1 Contender.
Moor stomps on Grayson’s head before lifting him up and clubbing him in the face several times. Grayson goes down, and Moor grabs hold of his arm and flings him into the corner. Grayson’s back smacks against the turnbuckle before he’s sent to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Ooof! The immense power of the World Champion on display right there.
Wade walks over and picks Grayson up, dishing out a hard forearm to the face as he holds Grayson upright. He slams it into his face again, this time allowing him to fall. When he does, Moor leaps on top of him, smashing his girthy forearm into the face of Pierce, who writhes and struggles to break free.
Gravedigger: The Champ’s got him now! Grayson’s going to tire himself out trying to break free and BAM - Wade’ll hit him with the killing blow.
Zach Davis: Dream on, Gravedigger. We’re seeing the crowning of a new World Champion tonight - mark my words.
Freddy Whoa: That’s a bold move, Zach. Let’s see if it pays off.
As he says it, Grayson somehow wriggles free of the big man, and he rolls over before delivering a hard kick to the side of Wade’s face. His head spins and his eyes roll back in his head for a moment before he topples over to the floor. The crowd goes wild to see it.
Crowd: GRAY-SON! GRAY-SON! GRAY-SON!
He stands and drops a knee onto Wade’s forehead, then sprints toward the corner when he deems Wade’s in position.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson making for the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: He’s one of the most precise high-flyers in the business, Freddy. I’m guessing this will be -
Gravedigger: Shut up - no one gives a shit about what you have to say, you -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Moonsault by Grayson Pierce! And the cover!
Freddy Whoa: No! The Champion just barely got his shoulder up in time!
Gravedigger: Barely? That was barely a two-count! The Champ had plenty of time - he knew what he was doing.
Both men clutch their midsections as they rise together slowly. Grayson grabs hold of Wade’s long hair only to take a powerful shot to the abdomen. He keels over as Wade rises, slamming a double axe-handle down onto the small of Grayson’s back. His legs give out, and the Champ lifts him up by the waist before throwing him over his shoulders in a vicious German Suplex. Grayson lands on the other side of the ring. sprawled out as Wade rises and turns toward him.
Zach Davis: Get up, Grayson!
Gravedigger: Yes, get up! Get up so you can get put down again and again by the WCF World Champ!
But Grayson doesn’t get up in time to dodge a heavy boot to the side of the face. He falls over and rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Tremendous presence of mind to get out of the ring there.
Gravedigger: Don’t you mean tremendous kick to the face to knock him out of the ring?
Wade climbs through the ropes and hops down, stomping on Grayson with both feet in the process. He picks Grayson up and slams his back against the guardrail, where the fans cower in fear of the fight before them. Wade grabs Pierce by the arm and makes to fling him into the far rail, but at the last second Grayson reverses it, sending Wade into the barrier. He crashes into it, and once more the people scatter to avoid the onslaught.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson continues to fight through adversity here tonight. Right now this is anyone’s game!
Zach Davis: He wants that Title just as much as Wade - maybe even more.
Grayson charges and when he reaches Wade he leaps and sticks a brutal dropkick that knocks Wade’s head back against the rail. He stumbles to his feet as Grayson makes his way back into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, and the crowd goes into a frenzy as he stands atop the ring, his hands outstretched for balance.
Freddy Whoa: What’s this - what’s Grayson got in store?!
Zach Davis: Another high risk maneuver...I’m not sure about this!
Grayson leaps from the top turnbuckle, flying through the air just as Wade finally shakes the cobwebs out. The Champ looks up only to see a glimpse of Grayson’s body before it crash-lands into him, knocking him back to the floor. Meanwhile the ref, who seems to have lost count in the commotion, picks up where he thinks he left off.
Movement from both men, and as expected it’s Grayson who gets to his knees first.
He reaches out for the apron as Moor pushes himself to his feet, shaking as he watches Grayson reach out.
Grayson manages to roll back in the ring as Wade Moor claws for his feet.
Freddy Whoa: And the Champ barely makes it back in before the count out. Let’s see how much these two have left in the tank.
Grayson is on his feet first, and he attacks Wade as he tries to stand. The Champ muscles his way to his feet, and he bull rushes Pierce into the nearest corner. There, he begins laying into the body and face of the #1 Contender with a series of brutal strikes.
Gravedigger: Those are some of the most fluid strikes you’re ever going to see. God bless the WCF World Champion, Wade Moor.
Moor slams his forehead into the bridge of Grayson’s nose, and he clutches it before spinning out of the corner just in time to avoid a hard shoulder coming his way. Wade Moor spins only to get clocked in the face by a mean right cross from Grayson. Pierce throws another punch, though Moor narrowly ducks it before lunging at him and taking him to the ground.
Gravedigger: Moor’s quick for a big man - quicker than most small men, really. That’s part of the reason he’s been WCF World Champ for so long.
He drives his elbow into Grayson’s face before picking him back up. An irish whips sends him across the ring, and Grayson rebounds with the intentions of spearing Moor before the Champ steps aside at the last moment. He grabs hold of Grayson’s arms, locking both of them behind his back before Tiger Suplexing him into a pin. The ref slides down.
Grayson manages to get a shoulder up in time, but Wade Moor doesn’t allow him to reach his feet before he pounces on him.
Freddy Whoa: The Champ has lost control!
Wade beats Grayson’s face over and over again with his massive, heavy-hitting fists. Scores of blood stream down his face as Moor wraps his hands around Grayson’s neck and begins slamming the back of his head against the canvas. The ref finally pulls him off, and Wade stands before picking the nearly-lifeless body of Grayson up with him.
Freddy Whoa: Somehow - someway - Grayson Pierce is standing tall in the ring.
Gravedigger: THAT’S standing tall? Well I can tell you this: he won’t be standing at all much longer.
Wade Moor gives Grayson a forceful shove, though he hits the ropes before he can fall. They shoot him back, and he stumbles back toward the center of the ring. Wade approaches from the side, when -
Gravedigger: BROSEIDON PUNCH! BROSEIDON PUNCH!
Freddy Whoa: Grayson goes down! Wade covers!
DING - DING - DING
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner….and STIIIILLLL WCF World Champion….WAAAAADE MOOOOOOOOOR!!
Gravedigger: He did it! The Leviathan retains his Title at One! All is right with the universe!
Zach Davis: I’d say you’re alone in that thinking....
Freddy Whoa: Either way, he’s right. Wade Moor will leave here tonight as the WCF World Champion. He fought like hell to retain it.
The ref holds Wade Moor’s hand up as the rest of #BeachKrew storm the ring. Grayson manages to slip away amidst the chaos and he clutches his head as he makes his way up the aisle. #BeachKrew celebrates in the ring as we cut to Freddy, Zach, and Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: This isn't how we wanted to end tonight. #beachkrew's reign of terror from winning Hellimination may be over, but they retained their belts.
Gravedigger: If 2015 was the year of #BeachKrew, then 2016 will be nothing more than the SECOND year of #BeachKrew. Seth is still in charge, Pantheon has officially become a non-entity, Dune and Flash will literally murder each other before they get anywhere near Wade Moor.
Zach Davis: Look at them, all of #BeachKrew in the ring!, all at once... Together. Celebrating. This is how One ends.
Freddy Whoa: Well folks, what a night it’s been - what a year it’s been! We’re out of time, but thanks for tuning in, and we’ll see you in 2016!
One fades to black with Wade Moor raising the WCF World Title in celebration.