“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the PA system and Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face and a microphone in hand. He is quickly followed by Benjamin Atreyu, Waylon Cash, and a mysterious third person. They make their way down to the ring, ignoring the immense booing from the audience.
Scott Savage: Ladies and Gentlemen, they have tried to tear us apart, they have tried to keep us down, but I assure you that S-PAC cannot be toppled. We are as strong as we’ve ever been and it seems we are only getting stronger as the weeks go by.
Scott Savage ascends the stairs along with the mysterious individual as the other two quickly roll in and jump to their feet.
Scott Savage: Now, we have some good news and some bad news.
Scott Savage slips between the top and middle rope before holding it open for the strange to move through.
Scott Savage: Let’s get the bad news out of the way. Unfortunately, due to an injury he suffered not to long ago, Gable could not join us tonight.
The crowd cheers as each man just shakes their head at his reaction.
Scott Savage: However, he has been gracious enough to join us via Satellite to discuss his condition. You there, Turkey Boy?
The screen lights up and shows John Gable sitting in a far off room with a little bumper that reads “Via Satellite” in the corner.
John Gable: Yeah, I’m with you guys. Unfortunately, as Savage just mentioned, I cannot be there with you guys tonight because of a very serious injury that needs a great deal of medical attention for the time being. As you can see from this cast, my arm was broken and has basically forced me out of competition. At this time I am not sure when or if I’ll be coming back, but no matter what, I’ll still be cheering on my compatriots, S-PAC in their future matches.
Scott Savage: Thank you, Gable. Now, as one member leaves, another one joins us. Ladies and gentlemen. The good news tonight is that S-PAC is gaining a new member, but he will not be a competitor, he will be a right hand man of sorts to me and our operation. Ladies and Gentlemen, our new legal advisor, Herbert Goldstein.
Scott Savage moves to the side and gives the floor to the newly introduced member of the team. Herbert politely takes the microphone from Scott and lifts it to his lips. The crowd boos and hisses the new member before he has a chance to even speak, but after a moment they die down and Herbet gives the attempt a second try.
Herbet Goldstein: Tough crowd, heh. Most of ya are probably wondering why an old fart such as myself is standing in the ring with these incredibly talented athletes. Well, let me put your mind at ease; it has been brought to my attention that this company has been mistreating and unfairly booking my new clients and it is my job to put an end to it. Now, I’m sure I got a dreykop or two in the audience who are wondering how I am supposed to do that, and may I start by saying you all sure do ask a lot of questions. I am going to more or less bottle neck the unfair demands this company presents to my clients by acting as a middle man. If you want to book my clients in a match, you have to talk to me. If you want to challenge my clients to a match up of any sort, you have to talk to me. If you even want to talk to my clients about a possible scenario involving them in the future, you have to talk to me. Fair and simple.
The crowd boos once more, but Herbet continues to talk.
Herbet Goldstein: Now now, don’t start up with that. I’m just being fair so my clients don’t get buried in this farmisht company. I’m just looking out for the best interest of my clients. See, a Goldstein is only as good as his word, and I promise you, that I will not allow my clients to wrestle in anymore lack-luster matches, its only the best competition from here on out.
The crowd begins to overpower Herbet with their booing, forcing him to shake his head.
Herbet Goldstein: Fe! Let’s get outta here.
S-PAC evacuates the ring and ascends the entrance ramp once more.
CP Violation hits the pa system Corvo walks down the ramp, arms stretching out yelling at the fans & turns facing the Titantron* *Lowers arms, turns around and runs down the ramp and into the ring.* *Corvo then jumps onto the turnbuckle and points to the crowd, slowly climbing down and stands in the middle of the rings, and adjusts his gloves*
Zach Davis: Here's a new comer to the WCF
Erin Robbins: This match is full of them
The lights in the Arena go out, "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the speakers. The crowd gets up out of there seats in excitement, a orange light shines on the stage. Roach slowly appears from behind him with his arms shaking warming them up. Roach begins to make his way down the ramp while still shaking his arms and moving his jaw getting loose for the match. The lights begin to slowly come back on, Roach gives a few fans a highfive making his way down the ramp. He then gets to the botton of the ramp and makes his way over to the left side of the ring where the steps are. He walks up the stairs before stopping at the top and look's around the crowd and points to the higher seats in the Arena, the crowd goes wild. Roach makes his way over the top ropes still getting loose. Roach raises his arms as the crowd reacts with cheers. He slowly walks over to his corner as he awaits for his opponent.
Zach Davis: Did they this guys name is Roach??
Erin Robbins: I believe they did, this guy mite bug me
Zach Davis: Good one
JERK by Andres360, Arin jogs out from backstage and pauses, points to himself and yells "It's all me, baby!" He continues down the ramp with one arm in the air. At ringside, he stops at the final step, lowering his arm and beats his chest with it 3 times. Once he enters the ring, he climbs the turnbuckle and shades his eyes with his hand above his eyebrows, to look out into the crowd.
Zach Davis: The Ego, I like this guy already
Erin Robbins: I bet, you two already have something in common
Zach Davis: not as funny as the roach joke
Bloodhound gang- Bad Touch hits the PA system, out from the back comes Johnny Deep, he stands on the stage the points at every female fan he can see then puts his hands behind his head then moves his hips around in a erotic fashion, then points around again and yells out "Oh I'm coming" he laughs the struts down to the ring, stopping to hit on female fans, he slides into the ring but stays laying on his belly holding himself up with his hands, he erotically moves his hips up and down with a huge smile, he jumps to his feet and moves his hands up his body to show of his physique, he backs into a corner then winks at a female fan
Zach Davis: Not sure how I feel about this Johnny Deep but he seems to already have a big following
Erin Robbins: I already own a t-shirt with his face on it
Zach Davis: ya you would
Ding ding ding
Erin Robbins: and here we go
As soon as the bell rings Corvo turns and super kicks Roach, dropping him hard
Zach Davis: Corvo wasting little time
Corvo turns and throws another kick at Arin, Arin ducks as Corvo follows thru steping over Arin straight into Johnny Deeps arms, Deep grabs him lifts him up and turns slaming him Down with a hard belly to belly slam, Deep jumps to his feet and yells Woo!
Zach Davis: see these fans love him
Erin Robbins: I think I mite order a coffee mug with woo on it
Zach Davis: I'm done talking to you
As Deep turns around after his taunt he walks straight into a hard back spin kick from Arin, Deep grabs his gut in pain, The Ego goes Wooo!! Taunting Deep
Zach Davis: see I knew id like this guy
At this point both Roach and Corvo are back to there feet, Roach runs at Corvo grabbing him by the throat
Erin Robbins: dirty south chokeslam
As Roach starts to pick Corvo up, Corvo thumbs him in the eye, forcing him to release, Corvo steps back and goes for yet another super kick, but as he step into it Arin lands and a hard roundhouse kick to corvos head
Zach Davis: ouch, I wonder if he ment to save Roach
Arin then lands a roundhouse on Roach
Erin Robbins: ya for his self
Zach Davis: thought I told you not to talk to me
The ego taunts the crowd, Deep is still feeling the effects from the kick to the gut, Arin runs run a clothesline to Deep but is reversed, Deep lifts Arin up then drops him throat first on the good rope, Arin hits the mat and rolls outta the ring, Roach is in a corner holding his eye, the ref is checking on him, Corvo is to his feet as well, Deep grabs corvos and throws him to the corner, deep yells out "I'm coming" then runs splashing corvos hard in the corner, deep then picks him up for a death vally driver deep spins the drops him hard to the mat
Erin Robbins: DP Drop
As deep gets up to woo but before he can Arin springs off the ropes landing a drop kick to deeps chest. Deep drops and rolls outta the ring, Arin jumps up and finishes the woo, disrespecting deep yet again, Roach comes running at Arin but Arin reverses quickly to tha shout out
Zach Davis: oh the ego hits tha shout out
Erin Robbins: a good one to
Zach Davis: what did I tell you
Arin goes for a pin
Deep pulls Arin off Roach and outta of the ring, Deep then grabs him up in a a belly to back suplex then spins out to a hard slam
Erin Robbins: the So Deep woo
Zach Davis: oh that had to hurt
Erin Robbins: thought we wasn't talking
Zach Davis: whatever, we can forget that but don't push it
Deep slides back in he ring and pushes Roach out to the floor, leaving only deep and Corvo in the ring, Corvo starts to stand, but johnny pulls him in to a gut wrench then picks him up spinning him into a powerbomb dropping him hard
Erin Robbins: now the Deep impact
Johnnys rolls corvos legs up over his head and pins
Ding ding ding
Johnny rolls out quick and grabs the first female fan he sees, The fans chant
Crowd: woo, woo, woo
Zach Davis: well deep won, Damn I wanted Arin to
Erin Robbins: woooooo
Johnny celebrates his first big win!
The arena lights fade down and the jumbotron shows the WCF World tag team titles and then video clips of Creeping Death/ Torture, New Confederacy, SPAC, Big Time Jerks, and the Superfans with the tag titles. "The Last Dragon" by Dwight David starts playing and white strobes filter threw the smoke in the entrance. Two figures dressed in white with white masks on similar in size step out with WCF World tag team replica titles. The jumbotron now reads "Dragon Express".
Evil Voice: To come out of a desperate situation and make a complete return in one sudden burst.
Fire shoots out and the arena goes black again and when the lights come back on nothing is there.
A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.
The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.
As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers and cheers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead.
The house lights dim and the crowd grows silent, but the silence is interrupted as a lightning bolt streams from the rafters and impacts into the titantron. A single spotlight shines on the stage and smoke begins to pour down from the titantron. This follows up with "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasting throughout the PA system.
"Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck"
Jayden Thunder walks out onto the stage with his right arm and fist balled pointing towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the WCF Galaxy. The lights in the arena return to normal. After a few moments on the stage Jayden cups his hands around his mouth and yells THUNDER! before making his way down the ramp grinning to the fans in attendance.
Kyle Steel: "And weighing in at 218 pounds, from Knoxville, Tennessee, he is the LLLLLiiiightning Strrrriiikkerrrr, Jayyyyden Thunnnderrr!"
When he reaches the squared circle, he hops up the steel stairs that lead into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. Once again, Jayden raises his right arm in the air like before on the stage. As his lyrics fade off the P.A. System Jayden hops into the ring and throws some kicks and punches in the air and stretches using the ropes getting ready for the action about to take place.
The lights in the arena dim as the Jumbo-Tron fires up and begins playing 'Flirting with Disaster' by Molly Hatchet. Deuce comes out onto the stage and raises his wrench overhead. As he does this, red, white, and blue fireworks erupt behind him with a definitive "BOOM". As the first verse starts, he runs down to the ring. Before he gets to the ring, he jumps up onto the ring apron while still in a sprint, grabbing the top rope and shaking it a little, before pressing the rope down and stepping over the rope. After he gets over, he flips his wrench over his hands a few times, waiting for his opponent.
Way of the Sword by Power Symphony
Mod Deuce rushes Denise D'Evil as soon as she turns around. he hits her with a shoulder block and shakes his head as she barely moves. Jayden Thunder swings Deuce around and begins hitting him with forearm smashes. D'Evil begins hitting Deuce with haymakers of her own. The two of them push Deuce into the ropes and send him flying into the ropes across from them. Thunder hits the deck and Deuce jumps over him. D'Evil grabs Deuce and hits him with a powerful body slam. Alpine grabs Thunder and hits him with a kick to the gut. The Shine picks up Thunder and hits him with a powerbomb. D'Evil picks up Deuce and connects with a quick DDT as Thunder trades punches with Alpine.
The Shine hits Thunder with a Russian leg sweep and Thunder goes down. Alpine grabs one of Thunders legs and snaps it backwards as Thunder screams out in pain. D'Evil throws Deuce into the ropes. He reverses it and D'Evil goes into the ropes at the same time that Thunder grabs for the ropes to pull himself up. D'Evil flips over the ropes and onto the floor below. Deuce slides under the ropes and goes out after her while Alpine applies a spinning toe hold on Thunder. thunder refuses by shaking his head violently as the ref asks if he wants to give.
Deuce picks D'Evil off the floor and sends her flying into the metal stairs. The stairs come loose and break away from the ring. Deuce walks over and grabs D'Evil by the hair. He begins picking her up when she connects sharply with a low blow that buckles his knees. D'Evil DDT's Deuce on the floor. She picks up the steps and throws them down on top of him. D'Evil slides under the ropes and watches as Thunder goes by her into the ropes and catches Alpine with his head down. Thunder kicks Alpine and catches him in the throat. Jayden connects with a One-handed bulldog and Alpine goes down. Thunder picks up Alpine and hits him with a Raging Thunder. Jayden goes for the pin as the ref slides into position.
No, Wait. D'Evil with the save as she picks up Thunder and throws him into the turnbuckle. Deuce grabs his legs from outside after getting to his feet and pulls Thunder down. Deuce slides Thunder back so the post is between his legs and throws his right leg into the metal post. Mod grabs both legs and pulls backwards as hard as he can. Thunders groin connects with the steel and the steel wins. Thunder screams out in pain as Alpine is getting to his feet. D'Evil walks over and bends down to pick him up.
Alpine wraps up D'Evil in small package as the ref begins counting.
Back inside the ring D'Evil has Alpine in the corner and is hitting him with kicks to the face and body. D'Evil grabs Alpine and sends him into the opposite turnbuckle. Alpine hits it with a thud and rolls with the force onto the top of the ropes. D'Evil kicks him in the gut and he comes crashing down to the mat. D'Evil grabs Alpine and drags him to the center of the ring. D'Evil picks Alpine up and hits him with a bodyslam. D'Evil into the ropes, As she comes off she goes for The Quickening!, but Alpine just barely avoids it. He Dropkicks her, sending her flying out of the ring. Jayden Thunder has just gotten to his feet, Alpine quickly kicks him..
He hits the Glow Worm! Alpine goes for the pin, hooking the leg.
The bell sounds just as Denise D'Evil dove in to break it up. Alpine rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it. "The Shine" Brent Alpine wins this one here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil almost had it though, Zach.
The crowd roars as Denise gets to her feet in the middle of the ring. She asks for a mic as she looks around at the crowd, and Mod Deuce, Alpine, and Thunder have left the ring. The lights go out, and the tron starts to go into static, and heavy fog starts to roll out from underneath the ring.
Zach Davis: Not again! Why does this always happen when she's out here?
Erin Robbins: She's the Shadow's of Darkness Herald remember?
Zach Davis: Maybe we'll finally find out who is behind this!
Erin Robbins: I doubt it. They like to hide behind shadows.
Denise D'Evil: Tonight you will be all witness to the arrival of the great and powerful Shadows of Darkness! For the last few weeks they have hidden their faces in the Darkness from which they were created from. They had come to save the WCF from the grip of Twilight but Seth has returned and stopped her. But she is still out there and needs to be taught a lesson.
The crowd erupts into loud cheers as Denise paces around the ring.
Zach Davis: They are really behind Denise aren't they?
Erin Robbins: For now. They won't stand behind this group if they decide to do what Sarah has done.
Zach Davis: I doubt that. They want the fans behind them.
The tron soon changes to three figures sitting in the darkness once again. Denise drops to one knee and the eyes seem to glow brightly as they begin to speak.
Shadow #1: You have done well our dear herald... You have made us proud and done well. Tonight is the night that we shall appear and emerge from the Darkness that hides us.
The first Shadow steps back and disappears from view as the second one steps forward. Huge swirls of wind begin blowing throughout the arena as it begins to speak.
Shadow #2: Can you feel the winds of change blowing around you? Can you sense the electricity flowing through it? The very power of The Shadows is more than any of you could ever comprehend. You were all warned time and time again. Now, Who ever isn't with us is against us. That means very dark days for those who dare cross our path and get in the way of what we have set out to do. The Lady of Darkness told you of our arrival. She granted you a glimpse of the power that is now within her. I AM........ Night Rider! Who else to be one with the Shadows than he who lives in the darkness. The power that now burns inside of us all means that there are some very bad times ahead for the WCF. It's time that there were some changes made and we are just the ones to get it done.
Night Riders eyes begin to glow a fiery red as he continues to speak.
Night Rider: If you thought I was bad before, Just wait until you see what is coming next. The time has come that was foretold long ago. There will be no escape. From now on there are no limits to the pain that I will put you through. I don't care anymore about anything but our mission. Everyone who dares to mess with me is going to find out what real pain is all about. Together we are going to take out those who have refused to listen to our warnings. There are others who have seen the Shadows lurking in the darkness. Others who will be convinced to join our ranks. You never know just WHO will be next. Long ago there was a program on television that stated "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men. The Shadow knows"...............
The second shadow steps back as the winds begin to die down. The first shadow steps forward once again with his eyes glowing a fire red. He raises his hands and a burst of energy shoots out from the screen and throughout the crowd. The first Shadow laughs as he begins to speak. The camera moves over and there instead of a human being there stood a cut out with Led lights as eyes. Denise starts to laugh as the camera focuses on her in the middle of the ring.
Denise D'Evil: That's right... I'm a Shadow as well. Do you really think a mere mortal could even hold me? Everything was planned right from the start, and no one even knew. The whole time I was missing I was sitting comfortably in my loft in Sleepy Hollow.
Zach Davis: WHOA!!!
Erin Robbins: I knew something wasn't right.
Zach Davis: I can't believe it! But who's the other Shadow?
Denise looks up at the tron, and smiles as the last shadow steps forward.
Shadow #3: You have learned two of our identities but mine shall be hidden just a little longer. There are still secrets that are hidden from the light. But those will be revealed all in good time as well.
The tron flashes and starts to go into static, and the lights go out in the arena.
Zach Davis: Whenever that happens it's never good with them.
Erin Robbins: Now we know at least two of the Shadows of Darkness. The other one could be anyone on the roster!
The lights come back up, and Denise is gone once again.
Zach Davis: Where did she go?
Erin Robbins: I don't know but she's gone without a trace. We'll be back after this.
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Lilith is spotted making her way to the ring. Looking around, she looks confident in herself, but then something suddenly catches her eye off screen. She stops and stares for a moment, as if she just spotted something rare. She suddenly darts off screen. The camera tries to follow her until it finally catches up to her, taking cover behind the edge of a wall. Lilith notices the cameraman and motions him to take cover behind her. Lilith tries to catch a glance over the corner, hesitant in doing so. She takes a quick glance and immediately stares back at the camera with a smirk on her lips. She then points around the corner. The cameraman tries to lean past her to take a glance. On the screen, we see Serbia, fresh from her match earlier, still in her wrestling attire. She is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in hand. The camera moves back behind Lilith, who raises her index finger up to her lips.
Lilith: Sshhhh... Be vewy vewy quiet... I'm hunting Fluffies!
She laughs, almost ecstacically, although not enough to draw attention to herself. She then creeps out of the corner, trying her best not to get caught. She looks back at the cameraman and motions him to follow her. He then moves over to the other side with a wide of view of Lilith trying to sneak up to her. She then leaps back behind the wall as Serbia looks back. She doesn't notice dual champion, but she spots the cameraman, and stares at him with a look of disgust.
Serbia: What? Can't I have a moment's peace?
The camera closes in on her. Serbia just stares violently into the screen, unwilling to participate in what she expects to be an interview or a reaction shot of some sort, oblivious to the figure visible sneaking up behind her.
Serbia: Beat it or I'll shove that camera up your...
She is suddenly stunned by an overwhelming force. Lilith grabs her from behind, wrapping her arms around her and trapping her on the spot. At first, Serbia fails to realize what just hit her, until she hears the voice behind her.
Lilith: Oh my gosh Fluffy! Don't you know smoking's bad for you? Bad Fluffy!
Serbia doesn't resist at first, but a scowl appears on her face.
Serbia: This better not be who I think it is...
Lilith shows off a big smile on her face as she rests her cheek on the top of Serbia's head.
Lilith: Yay! You remember me! I knew my little Fluffy loves me!
Serbia: You have three seconds to get off or I will rip your lungs out...
Lilith doesn't listen, gently rocking the TV champion.
Lilith: Don't be a silly little emo bear Fluffy! We both know you will never do that!
Lilith: All you need is more of my special cuddles like this! Aren't you feeling more happiful already?
Lilith only tightens her grip.
Lilith: You're my little Fuffy bear and there's nothing you can do about it, so there!
Before Serbia can fight back however, Lilith finally relinquishes her grip. Serbia tries to reach at her, but Lilith quickly skips from her grasp, outrunning her. Lilith looks back at Serbia.
Lilith: Sorry but I got a match to go to. Maybe we can play again really soon. See you again Fluffy!
Lilith skips off screen. The camera zooms in on the disgusted expression on Serbia's face. She wipes the hair from her and gives another evil scowl.
Serbia: Don't call me Fluffy...
She storms off in a huff as the camera cuts to the next scene.
We come back from yet another promo for next month's Timebomb PPV with a sweeping shot of the absolutely jacked up WCF crowd. There are signs everywhere and everyone seems to be having a fantastic night. We then switch to a shot of the announce table and Zach Davis and Erin Robbins.
Zach Davis: And now it's time for the People's Title Drinking Contest!
Erin Robbins: Are we seriously going to see a title defended in a drinking contest? I thought it was a joke.
Zach Davis: Chalk it up to Seth Lerch being back in charge?
Erin Robbins: Fair enough. All right, let's get this over with.
Zach Davis: Now from what I understand this contest actually took place yesterday in Philadelphia, so I guess let's go to the footage.
The jumbotron flickers on as we're taken to the 37th Floor of Jayson Fucking Price's Fucking Tower which houses the Price Center For The Support Of Single Mother's Stripping. We're treated to the sight of multiple girls swinging on poles topless while other's walk through the crowd carrying trays of drinks as the camera makes it way toward the center of the room. Jayson Price is standing in front a table that's been set up and is covered with bottles of Jack Daniels and Bacardi and shot glasses. Cameraman Bob walks into the shot and stands beside Price.
Cameraman Bob: We just got word he's on his way up in the elevator.
Jayson Price: Is everything ready?
Cameraman Bob: Yep, everything's good to go whenever you want to start.
Jayson Price: All right, go take your spot by the DJ. Tell him to cut the music when I give you the signal.
Bob nods and walks off as Price takes one of the bottles off the table and pours himself a shot. As the elevator doors slide open and Seth Lerch steps out, Price throws the shot back and then pours himself a second. Lerch spots Price through the crowd and makes his way to the table, setting his bag down on the floor.
Jayson Price: So you decided to go through with this after all?
Seth Lerch: You sound surprised.
Jayson Price: A bit. Have any trouble finding the place?
Seth Lerch: Nope. Just had to tell the cab driver to take me to the tower owned by the biggest piece of shit in Philadelphia.
Price smirks and throws back his shot.
Jayson Price: So are you ready to do this?
Seth Lerch: Yeah let's get it over with.
Jayson Price: You got it. So standard Philly rules, we do-
Seth Lerch: No.
Jayson Price: Excuse me?
Seth Lerch: You talked me into doing this in your tower, so we do this by my rules.
Jayson Price: Your rules? All right, fuck it. I guess it's only fair to let you pick how you lose.
Seth walks around to the other side of the table where Price is standing and grabs two bottles each of Jack Daniels and Bacardi. He sets one of each in front of both he and Price.
Seth Lerch: No games, no stupid rules, just a straight drink off. First one to finish both is the victor.
Jayson Price: Fair enough.
Price turns around to give the signal to Cameraman Bob when from out of nowhere Biohazard appears running through the club in only his mask and his boxer shorts. He spits out ooze on one of the dancers, who in turns runs blindly into a crowd of people. There's chaos as everyone turns their attention to Biohazard as the bouncers try and catch him. Seth, seeing his opportunity, quickly grabs his two bottles off the table and sticks them into his bag before pulling out two identical bottles and setting them on the table in front of him. The bouncers finally tackle Biohazard and drag him toward the elevator as everyone turns their attention back to the table.
Jayson Price: What the hell was that all about?
Seth Lerch: I don't know, this is your tower. He must have slipped past your people.
Jayson Price: Whatever, I'll deal with them later.
Price gives the signal to Bob to cut the music and then turns his attention to the crowd.
Jayson Price: Ladies and gentleman, if I could have your attention for just a minute. I would like-
Seth Lerch: Will you shut up so we can get started?
Jayson Price: Well excuse me for having a bit of showmanship asshole.
Seth grabs his bottle of Jack Daniels, opens the top and starts drinking as Price cockily takes his time opening his. The crowd begins to cheer as Price opens his bottle and begins to drink. The DJ starts the music back up as the girls begin to dance around the table. Seth's already halfway through his bottle of Jack Daniels and still going as Price looks over at him in disbelief.
Jayson Price: When the fuck did you learn how to drink?
Seth ignores him as he continues to chug, quickly finishing off his first bottle as Price is just past the halfway point in his. Seth takes his time opening his bottle of Bacardi as he looks over at Price.
Seth Lerch: Come on Price. What happened to "best drinker in Philly"? Pfft, I always knew you were all talk.
Jayson Price: Go fuck yourself.
Price speeds up his chugging to the point it's running out the sides of his mouth as Seth opens up his second bottle and starts to drink. Price tosses his empty bottle and rushes to open up his second as Seth chugs. Price is quickly putting away the Bacardi but Seth is too far ahead of him and quickly finishes to the crowds dismay. Seth quickly slams the empty bottle on the ground and yells out in victory. Price quits drinking with just a bit left and sets the bottle on the table, a look of shock on his face.
Seth Lerch: That's how a real man drinks! Eat a dick Price.
The crowd boos as Cameraman Bob walks back to the table with the People's Title in hand, looking just as shocked as Price and everyone else. Bob looks to Price for what to do when Seth grabs the title out of Bob's hands and holds it above his head. Seth then heads for the elevator as the crowd parts to let him through. As Seth hits the button and waits for the elevator to arrive, one of the dancers notices that he left his bag.
Stripper: Hey! You left your bag!
Seth looks over as the stripper picks up his bag and the bottles of liquor he switched out fall to the ground and shatter. Price looks down at the mess on the floor and then back at Seth. Seth's expression quickly changes as he begins to smack the button for the elevator. Price grabs the two bottles Seth drank and sniffs them to discover not a trace of alcohol in either one.
Jayson Price: ...YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Price throws the bottles across the room toward Seth. Seth ducks and they shatter against the elevator doors.
Jayson Price: YOU WERE DRINKING SUGAR WATER!
Price takes off across the room toward Seth as the doors finally open. Seth scurries inside and hits a random button as he yells for the doors to close. Price reaches the elevator in time and slips in just before the doors close. Price shoves Seth up against the wall of the elevator and holds his forearm across his throat.
Jayson Price: I knew there was no way you could be chugging down that liquor like that. I've seen you drink Seth, you sip on shit like a bitch.
Seth Lerch: Go to hell!
Lerch knees Price squarely in the groin and pushes him off. Price stumbles back into the doors as Seth lays into him with right hands. Price covers up his head with one hand and then drives Seth back first into the wall. Back and forth they go, shoving each other all around the inside of the elevator until the elevator finally comes to a stop and the doors open. They both spill out of the elevator onto the floor of the lobby. Price is the first up to his feet and he kicks Seth in the side of the ribs as he tries to get up. Price grabs Seth by his head and pulls him to his feet before leading him over to the reception desk and bashing his face into the top of it. Price now repeatedly bashing Seth's face into the desk as people from the street begin to stop and stare through the glass windows.
Jayson Price: You thought you could come into my tower and steal from me? You cheating piece of shit.
Price pulls Lerch away from the desk, spins him around and lifts him up before suplexing him onto the desk. Seth grabs his back in pain as Price climbs up onto the desk and pulls him to his feet.
Jayson Price: What was that you told me earlier? Oh yeah. Eat a dick Lerch.
Price with The Downfall and Seth is put through the desk. The crowd outside goes nuts as Price crawls out of the rubble of the desk. The elevator dings and Cameraman Bob runs out with the People's Title in hand. He helps Price to his feet and hands him the belt.
Jayson Price: Get that piece of shit out of my building.
Price stumbles toward the elevator as Bob goes to get Seth out from under the busted pieces of the desk. The video cuts as we go back to the arena.
Erin Robbins: ...what was that?
Zach Davis: Well, uh, Seth won the drinking contest but he cheated. So really I guess Jayson Price was the winner and still the People's Champion.
Erin Robbins: Whatever you say Zach. Let's just hurry up and get to the next match already.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen due to an out of the ring injury Jorge Diaz has had to drop out of this match up, after a long deliberation between both teams and officials Cormac MacNiel has agreed to go it alone, this match will now be a 2 on 1 Handicap match!
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.
Erin Robbins: Brave or stupid I dunno which this big man is here tonight
Zach Davis: I hope brave but this will be a hill even for this man mountain
Cormac walks around ring side and finds Jordan Caliban and Jordan Ciserano who are taking their seats in the front row, they shake hands and caliban says something to Cormac
Zach Davis: Whats that about?
Erin Robbins: Who cares
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring
rollin by limp bizkit blares of the pa " keep rollin rollin rollin what! your gonna be lovin this shit right here" the music keeps pkaying red and black strobe lights fills the arena and Zack wild and the original gangster comes riding out to beginning of the ramp they both rev up there engines o.g pulls out an ak 47 points it in the air and fires a few rounds and zack wild leads the way down the ramp speeding they both hop off the bike zack wild grabs a couple beers that were in a cooler near the ring both members slide in the ring chugging the cold beer
Zach Davis: What the hell is that!
The wild gangsters settle in their corner when the titan tron shows a video of a burning building, Zack turns and drops his beer in shock
Erin Robbins: zack wild can't believe his eyes its the warehouse he was just training at
wild is going crazy in the ring grabbing the ring ropes shaking them to the pont there about to fall off you cab just see the emotions and concern coming from wild
Zach Davis: I just hope his old mentor wasn't in there
Cormac sees his opportunity and charges Zack wild nailing him with a clothesline from hell and then tossing OG from the ring as the bell sounds Cormac goes to end it early
Erin Robbins: Smart by the big man taking a shot when he saw it just not enough to put down the fresh man
OG tries to rush the ring and the ref stops him, Cormac goes to evict him again and Wild dropkicks him in the back stumbling the big man, OG seeing Wild with the advantage finally complies with the ref and goes to his corner, Willd runs the ropes and body checks cormac into his teams corner
Zach Davis: With the traditional rules back in force the gangsters will have to tag in and out during this match
Erin Robbins: How boring
Wild tags in OG who whips Wild into cormac delivering a dropkick to his back, Cormac stumbles back out of the corner and OG catches him with a back stabber, he holds the big man on the ground with a headlock
Erin Robbins: The Gangsters doing a great job of keeping their heads in the game regardless of what transpired before the match
Zach Davis: Handicap match or not Cormac MacNiel is dangerous, he is big enough to hurt you with the simplest move
Wild leaves the ring and reaches for a tag go up to the top rope and deliver a leg drop at the last second when Og releases the hold avoiding being collateral damage, Wild goes for the pin but the ref barely makes a one count as Cormac throws him off and stumbles to his feet
Zach Davis: Wild makes the tag
Erin Robbins: Here comes that double team
Zach Davis: Enzugiri from Wild
Erin Robbins: Cormac is still up!
Zach Davis: RUNNING HIGH KNEE FROM OG!
Erin Robbins: That did it! Pin!
Zach Davis: NO!
The gangters look at each other and then start yelling at the ref accosting him turning their backs on Cormac
Erin Robbins: Bad move boys
Cormac explodes from the mat coming up and grabbing the gangsters tossing wild out of the ring and back drop drivering OG spiking him on his head on the mat Wild quickly hot shots him and tags back in jumping on Cormac and just laying in kicks as hard as he can he wrings Cormacs arm and keeps hold as he tags in Cormac comes out of nowhere pulling him into a massive lariat sending Wild fliping over and then out of the ring as the OG comes off the top with a missle drop kick
Zach Davis: All three men are down
Erin Robbins: Cormac hasn't hit often but he has hit these guys hard
Zach Davis: Zack is doubled over on our table right here in front of us that clothesline knocked him silly
Erin Robbins: Caliban jumped the barrier!
Zach Davis: WHAT!?
Caliban jumps the barrier and starts banging on the mat
OG gets up and cormac follows him they meet in the middle and OG starts laying in shots
Jordan Caliban: CORMAC FOR FUCK SAKE HIT HIM!
Cormac nails OG with a head butt and then spins him round and sinches the arms in and hauls OG up into a standing elevated double chickenwing
Erin Robbins: LOOK AT THAT THING!
Zach Davis: Did he just! OG tapped its over!
Erin Robbins: I'm not so sure about that!
Caliban yells at Ciserano who jumps the barrier and up onto the top rope behind wild the ref looks at both of them and Caliban cups his hands round his mouth
Jordan Caliban: FINISH HIM!
At the same time Cormac delivers a massive glam slam to OG smashing him into the mat and Ciserano comes off the top rope delivering a huge bulldog to Zack Wild slamming him through the table
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Erin Robbins: WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT FOR! 2 OF THESE IDIOTS DON'T EVEN WORK HERE!
Ciserano Joins Caliban and Cormac in the ring and Caliban grabs a mike
Jordan Caliban: Flawless Victory!!!!!
And with that he tosses the mike out of the ring and both he and Ciserano shake Cormacs hand and the camera catches caliban speaking to the giant
Jordan Caliban: This is what I can do for you
And with that he and Ciserano leave the ring and hop the gaurd rail leaving through the crowd putting their hoods up and getting lost in the masses
Zach Davis: What the hell does that mean
Erin Robbins: It's Caliban who cares
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first...
"Confessions of Hatred" by Sevendust blares over the PA as the entrance ramp starts to fog up. Red pyros go off on either side of the stage and other red laser beams begin to shoot through the fog.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 320 pounds... Jack Unhappy!
As the camera pans towards one of the luxury booths, we see Jessica Alba sitting in it, dressed in black. She stands up and smiles happily towards the fans and giving a thumbs up, nodding as if to say, 'yes.' She then starts to shake her head 'no' as she frowns, turning her thumb down and mocking the audience.
Zach Davis: Jack has taken a dark turn in recent weeks, and fighting someone like Chelsea Black Armstrong isn't going to help matters.
Erin Robbins: I expect this to be a basty, violent brawl... I can't wait!
As the camera returns to the ramp, we see Mr. UnHappy emerge from the back. Walking to the ring with a bit of a swagger, he slaps food and drinks out of people's hands and even does the 'boo hoo' gesture to any kid he sees in attendance. Sliding into the ring, he finds a corner and jumps up on the second rope, while taunting some fans at ringside. His music eventually dies down, allowing “Queen of Hell” to play.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighing in at 158 pounds... The Mistress of Darkness, Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Scott Savage comes out first, drawing a loud boo from the crowd. Chelsea follows afterword, her hateful glare settled on the man in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea looks like she's ready for business. Her recent union with the Savage Political Action Committee has changed her, and I think it will be for the better.
Scott walks up the steps, and holds the ropes open as his client climbs into the ring. They pose in the center of the canvas, while Jack Unhappy leans against the corner. The music dies, as Scott makes his way to the floor. Chelsea and Jack stand facing each other as the ref goes over a quick reading of the rules.
Zach Davis: You can't help but notice the size disparity in this match. How do you think Chelsea will approach this one?
Erin Robbins: I'm not sure, but I would be willing to bet money that the large manager at rign side will have something to do with it.
The ref signals for the bell, and Chelsea immediately starts circling. Jock follows her with his eyes, but not his body. Once she gets back around to his front, they lock up, and Jack tosses Chelsea across the ring. She rolls to her feet, and resets herself.
Erin Robbins: Locking up with the much larger Jack Unhappy may not be the best idea.
This time Chelsea hits him with a few stiff kicks to the right hamstring. He hobbles around for a second, before hitting her with a stiff lariat. Chelsea this the ground, and immediately rolls out of the ring to confer with Scott. The crowd boos loudly at the delay. After a few moments, Chelsea slides back into the ring, and faces Jack again. They go to lock up, but Chelsea stumbles out of it, holding her eye. When the ref goes to check on her, Scott jumps up on the apron and clubs Jack from behind, sending him to the mat. Savage quickly jumps back down before the ref notices.
Zach Davis: Well look at that, you must be psychic.
Erin Robbins: Nope. Just really super smart.
The ref thinks it's a little odd that Jack is now on the ground, so he gives Scott a word of warning. It doesn't matter, as Chelsea has now begun stomping away on the back of Jack's head. He drags himself out of the ring, escaping the onslaught. The ref begins to count him out. While the ref's attention is turned, Scott slides a pair of brass knuckles into the ring, and Chelsea quickly stuffs them in her pocket.
Zach Davis: Did you see that? Scott just slid Chelsea a foreign object.
Erin Robbins: You're crazy. I didn't see anything.
Zach Davis: Oh please.
Jack rolls back into the ring, and stands up. Chelsea hits him with a few quick jabs to the jaw. Unhappy takes a big swing, but she ducks it, and delivers a few more kicks to his leg. She then bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a flying front kick. Jack stumbles back and bounces off the ropes, getting hit with a drop toe hold from Chelsea. She quickly turns it into a side headlock, and grins evilly for the booing crowd..
Erin Robbins: Some talented, well thought out grappling from Chelsea.
Jack slowly gets to his feet, with Chelsea still latched to his head. He lifts her up into a back suplex position, but she rakes his eyes, causing him to set hr back down,. She jumps up and goes for a hurricarana, but he stops it, and turns it into a sit out power bomb. He holds on for the pin.
...no! Chelsea kicks out of the brutal move. Jack stands up, and lifts her with him. He whips her into the corner, and hits her with a heavy splash, causing the crowd to pop. She stumbles out of the corner, and he hits her with a scoop slam, before going for another pin.
...no! Chelsea kicks out again.
Zach Davis: Jack Unhappy taking control of this match.
Erin Robbins: Using his strength to stop Chelsea's momentum cold, that's what he needs to do to win this one.
Jack stands to his feet, and signals for his finisher.
Erin Robbins: Jack going for the Unhappy ending early on in this match.
Jack straddles Chelsea's torso, but just as he is about to reach down for the hold, she launches herself upwards, slamming her spine into Jack's groin region. HE stumbles away, and she rolls him into a schoolboy.
...No! Jack kicks out. Chelsea doesn't let up, immediately bouncing off the ropes. Jack is on his hands and knees when she gets back to him. She hits a hard dropkick to the side of the head, sending him to the mat.
Erin Robbins: And Chelsea has found away to wrench control out of the hands of Jack Happy.
She taunts the crowd, as they boo her. She gives off a smirk, before turning her attention back to Jack. She goes to lock on a Buffalo sleeper STF, but Jack pulls himself out of her grip, and uses the ropes to yank himself to his feet. He faces off with Chelsea, who bails out of the ring, and goes to tlak to her manager once again. Jack is tired of her stalling, and steps out onto the apron. He yells at her to get back in the ring. This seems to be what she was waiting for. Faster than Unhappy can react, she slides into the ring, and leaps into the air, hitting him with a dropkick. He goes flying off the apron, crashing into the steel guardrail, and crumpling to the ground.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea and Scott working closely together to keep this match going in her favor.
Chelsea starts yelling at the ref, drawing his attention away so that Scott can lift Jack to his feet, and slam him head first into the ring post. He rolls the large man back into the ring before the ref can turn around. Once Jack is in the ring, Chelsea dives and covers him.
...No! He gets the shoulder up. Chelsea looks frustrated now. She jumps up, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She waits there as Jack rises to his feet. She then leaps off and goes for a cross body block, but Jack catches her in mid air, and drops her down, slamming his own weight on top of her.
Erin Robbins: Brutal reversal from Jack Unhappy. Chelsea might have broken ribs.
Jack quickly gets to his feet, and bounces off the ropes, hitting her with a splash, and going for the pin.
...Chelsea kicks out!
Jack drags her to her feet, and whips her into the ropes. On the comeback, he lifts her above his head in a gorilla press position. He hold it a tad too long, allowing her to reach down and claw at his eyes. He sets her down, and grabs his face, as Scott jump up on the apron and distracts the ref. With his attention turned, Chelsea pulls the brass knuckles out of her pocket, and slides them over her fingers. Once Jack is in position, she swings for the fences.
The brass knucks collide with Jack's head, sending him to a state of unconsciousness. As soon as Chelsea tucks the weapon back in her pocket, Scott drops down, allowing the ref to turn and see that she has made the cover.
She jumps up, and throws her hand in the air in celebration. Scott joins her in the ring, and raises her hand.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... Chelsea Black Armstrong.
Scott and Chelsea celebrate a bit more, before climbing out of the ring, and making their way to the back.
Erin Robbins: Big win for Chelsea here, and S-PAC starts off their night with a bang.
An explosion of blue pyro masks the big screen as “I Own You” hits the arena, and a few moments pass before Michael Lassiter briskly walks out of the curtain and onto the top of the ramp. He looks amped up, loosening his shoulders, and then takes a deep breath as he scans the entire arena. He appears composed as he slows his pace walking down the ramp, looking dead-ahead at the ring as sparks fly in front of him from one side of the ramp to the other. He pauses in front of the ring, taking the time to look up and around, and then jogs over to the stairs, runs up to the top, and hops up to the top of the turnbuckle. He stays perched there as the music continues, taking the time to look around again, before hopping down, testing the ropes as he runs from one side of the ring to the other, and takes another deep breath, loosening up as he stands glaring towards the jumbotron.
Strobe lights go off as the opening riff of A Devil In God's Country begins to play. Regina Onyx walks out first in a skimpy outfit and a dog leash around her neck, before turning to face the ramp entrance as she slowly goes to her knees. Lupus Onyx walks out, stands before the kneeling Regina, undoes his belt to remove the chaps. Lupus grabs the leash and thrusts into Regina's face, simulating fellatio, before pulling Regina to her feet, where she runs a finger across her lips suggestively. When they reach the ring, Lupus removes his jacket, shirt and hat and hands them to Regina, who is told to sit in the corner and not move.
Fatel sits at ring side, SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA, Fatel sits there listening to the crowed reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring, he sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.
"Dead Beat" by Michale Graves echoes across the arena and the lights go dark. There is an eerie dark green light on the stage as Serbia emerges from behind the curtain, performing a seductive dance on the stage. When the chorus kicks in, the lights begin to flicker rigorously as Serbia struts down the ramp, still stroking and caressing herself as she taunts some nearby fans. Once she reaches ringside, she seductively crawls onto the apron and slowly raises to her feet. She then wraps her legs around the top rope and hangs herself upside down facing the crowd, like a vampire, with her arms crossed around her chest and giving an evil glare to the fans. After this, she squeezes in between the ropes and climbs back to her feet. She hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and rubs her hands down her body once again before stepping back onto the mat and eyeing her opponent with a sinister stare.
Zach Davis: Welp, everyone's here. Television Title on the line, here we go!
The bell sounds and the four competitors look at each other cautiously. They pace around before Lassiter makes the first move, running at Serbia. Serbia ducks a Clothesline attempt and hits him with a few strikes. However, Fatel runs up behind her and Dropkicks her in the back. She crashes against Lassiter, the both of them crushed into the turnbuckle. Fatel then drops the Television Champion with a Neckbreaker. He gets back up, only to turn and get his throat punched by Lupus Onyx. Onyx then gives him a stiff kick, followed by a Gutwrench Powerbomb into a pin!
No!, Fatel escapes it. Onyx gets up, and as he does, Lassiter runs at him. Onyx is able to grab him, using his own momentum, and drop him into a Sidewalk Slam! Onyx then goes for another pin.
No!, this time Serbia breaks it up. Serbia kicks Onyx right in the head before lifting him up and hooking him for a DDT. Onyx, however, hits her with several shots to the midsection before she can hit it, and escapes. Onyx ducks a swing from Serbia and then grabs her and Bulldogs her to the mat!
Erin Robbins: Lots of back and forth to start this one off, Zach. Serbia is a new Champion, and still very new to the WCF.. This is anyone's match.
Zach Davis: All four of these competitors are here because they won their matches last week, Erin, so yes; they're proven winners.
Onyx stands and is met with a stiff kick to the ankle from James Fatel. Fatel fires off several other stiff kicks to various parts of Onyx's body before unleashing a vicious elbow to Onyx's temple. Onyx stumbles back, dazed, allowing Fatel the opportunity to run to the ropes, Springboard, and then hit a flying knee to Onyx's face! Onyx hits the mat and Fatel rolls on top of him, going for the win.
No!, Onyx kicks out. Fatel stands and surveys the ring, noticing that Serbia is up. He runs at her at the same time she runs at him; she hits a Headscissors Takedown. She gets back up, and Lassiter runs at her next. She kicks him in the gut, lifts him, and hits a Spike Piledriver!
Erin Robbins: DAMN!
Serbia pins Lassiter, hooking the leg.
No!, Onyx breaks it up! Onyx lifts Serbia, but she drops him with a Jawbreaker. She then begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: Television Champion, going high risk...
She gets to the top, looks around...
Erin Robbins: Frog Splash!
No!, Fatel pulls Lassiter out of the way, causing Serbia to hit the mat. Holding her stomach, she stumbles up-
Zach Davis: NAIL IN THE COFFIN!
Onyx hits it! Serbia is sent flying out of the ring. Lassiter has just dropped Fatel with a Spear, but Onyx grabs him and lifts him up...
Erin Robbins: DEVIL'S CRUCIFIX!
Onyx pins Lassiter, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: We've got a new Television Champion!
NO! Serbia pulled the ref out of the ring! The ref yells at her, and she argues back.
Erin Robbins: She's gotta be careful here, she can lose this belt on a DQ.
In the ring, Onyx is up and yelling at Serbia to get back in the ring, pissed that he just lost his chance at the belt. As he's distracted, Fatel sneaks up behind him and rolls him up!
The referee quickly reenters the ring and counts.
Zach Davis: No, Onyx kicks out. Fatel had a chance there, but with the ref being outside, the timing didn't work out.
Onyx gets up and runs at Fatel, who drops, holding the top rope, causing Onyx to fly over the top. Fatel turns and gets hit by a Hurricanrana by Serbia!
Erin Robbins: Aanndd Serbia's back in the ring now!
Fatel drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Lassiter is up, Serbia grabs him...
Zach Davis: Koji Clutch! She calls that Into Ashes, and she's got it locked in!
Lassiter has taken a lot of punishment during the match and after a few short seconds he's forced to tap out.
Erin Robbins: Serbia retains the belt!
The bell sounds just as Onyx was rolling back into the ring. Serbia quickly grabs her Television Title and rolls out, getting away from Onyx. In the ring, Onyx paces around and curses.
Zach Davis: He was SO CLOSE to the Television Title, and personally I think maybe the ref should've DQed Serbia.
Erin Robbins: But that didn't happen, Zach! And Serbia is still the Champion.
Serbia backpeddles up the ramp as Onyx looks on, still angry.
Zach Davis: This next match is gonna be one of the matches tonight on Payback, is gonna surprise a lot of people.
Erin Robbins: On paper, this looks like a sure win, for the Monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: But, Stacy Robinson DOES have a victory over Oblivion and she has, as of lately, shown that she DOES have heart!!
Erin Robbins: I'll grant Stacy Robinson, on thing, she does have heart and she has proven that she is a tough competitor, but this is not just any ordinary match. This is an ambulance Match. You HAVE to render your opponent practically unconscious to shove them, in the back of the ambulance. I just don't know if Stacy Robinson is built to take an extreme amount of massive and brutal punishment from The Monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Kyle Steel is in the ring, for the pre-match introductions.
Kyle Steel: the following match is an A-a-ambuulance Ma-a-atch!! You win the match by stuffing your opponent inside the ambulance.
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage, she stops at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before she begins to make her way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! Stacy…Robinson!
Stacy reaches the ring and she rolls under the bottom rope, she then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands before she unzips her jacket and hands it to the ringside official as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Zach Davis: I do have to admit, Stacy Robinson looks ready for this match.
Erin Robbins: She better be. Do you hear what Oblivion did the other day?
Zach Davis: Everyone did. Folks, if you haven't heard click on wcfwrestling.com and you will read up on the recent actions of The Monster Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion stole an ambulance. IT beat up a couple of paramedics. It was great.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed American Airlines Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the American Airlines Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Stacy Robinson charges at Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson has a lot of animosity towards Oblivion.
Robinson nails Oblivion with furious strikes...
LEFT SLAP-RIGHT PUNCH-LEFT KICK TO THE GUT-RIGHT UPPERCUT-LEFT FOREARM SMASH
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson has The Monster stunned.
Stacy Robinson takes several steps backwards. She starts running.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson bolts towards Oblivion...
Zach Davis: WHOA!! Didn't expect that!! Stacy Robinson nails The Monster with a massive clothesline!!
The momentum of the clothesline causes Oblivion to bounce off the corner. Stacy Robinson bounces off the ropes and comes up behind The Monster...
Erin Robbins: A one handed bulldog!!
Robinson proceed to push Oblivion near the ring ropes. Stacy grabs the top ring rope and uses her feet to push out Oblivion down to the ringside mats.
Zach Davis: Oblivion has been pushed out of the ring. I don't think Oblivion is completely finished.
Erin Robbins: I hope Stacy Robinson doesn't think that The Monster is finished already. She shouldn't under estimate the former World Heavyweight Champion.
Zach Davis: What is she doing?! Stacy Robinson is standing on the top turnbuckle. Oblivion is slowly standing up! I don't think IT knows where Stacy Robinson is at.
The crowd is cheering loudly as Stacy Robinson is standing tall on the top turnbuckle. Stacy points at Oblivion.... STACY ROBINSON LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! The crowd goes completely crazy!! Flashes light up the Arena as Stacy Robinson floats in the air, on her way to collide with the monster.
Erin Robinson: OH MY GAW-AW-AWDD-D-D!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion just caught Stacy Robinson as she leaped off the top turnbuckle with her diving crossbody.
Oblivion roars out as The Monster grips on Stacy Robinson and proceeds to run...
Erin Robbins: Where is The Monster going...
Oblivion charges towards a corner of the ring.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! Oblivion just rammed Stacy Robinson ribcage against the ring post. Not just once, but twice and ceremoniously dumps her on the ring side mats.
Oblivion smirks an evil smile as he stalks Stacy Robinson. the Monster slowly walks towards Stacy Robinson.
Zach Davis: didn't see that coming!!
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson waited for Oblivion to get closer, as she stood on the other side, of the ring post. Oblivion gets in closer and Ms. Robinson grabs an massive arm of The monster and pulls IT real fast, colliding with the ring post.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson grabs the hair of Oblivion and smashes ITs head into the ring post and do we...
A camera gets close in, blood begins to trickle down the face of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Yes, we have blood.
Robinson grabs Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: Sit out face buster!!
Robinson bends down to grab for Oblivion...
Zach Davis: There it is!! I was about to say that it's been so far all Stacy Robinson, until now.
Erin Robbins: I have to agree. In just a short amount of time, Stacy Robinson had been the aggressor. Until now. That Blue Haze Mist is surefire game changer!!
Stacy is grabbing her face, rubbing her eyes.
Stacy Robinson: My eyes!! Damn coward!!
Oblivion looks under the ring.
Zach Davis: Holy shi... Oblivion has a chair.
Oblivion walks over to Stacy Robinson and raises up the chair.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion swings the chair.
Zach Davis: The Monster misses Stacy Robinson and nails the ringside barrier instead.
Stacy Robinson violently kicks The Monster.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Stacy Robinson is in control again.
Stacy Robinson goes for a hurricanrana.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just nailed Stacy Robinson, on the top of the head with that damn chair, as she was going for an hurricanranna!!
Robinson drops to the mat, she tries to stand up...
Oblivion nails Robinson with another chair shot to the head!
Zach Davis: MY GOD!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!! THIRD CHAIRS HOT TO STACY ROBINSON'S HEAD. NOW, SHE IS SLOWLY BLEEDING!!
Oblivion throws the chair at Stacy Robinson and she catches it. The crowd slowly hushes, as everyone anticipate their next move. Oblivion immediately jumps up...
Erin Robbins: Spinning roundhouse kick!!
Zach Davis: But, The Monster misses the kick!!
The crowd roars....
Erin Robbins: Four quick chair shots to the head of Oblivion. Oblivion is staggering!!
Zach Davis: Lou Thesz Press with chair in hand.
Erin Robbins: As Stacy Robinson came down with the press, she nails him a few times with the chair.
Robinson gets up standing waiting. Oblivion stands up goes after Stacy with a WILD clothesline attmept.
Zach Davis: TILT-A-WHIRL HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN!!
The crowd gasps.
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!? Oblivion is standing up from THAT?!?!
Zach Davis: They don't call IT The Monster for a reason.
Erin Robbins: Out of nowhere... A NASTY CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!! ROBINSON DOWN!! ROBINSON DOWN!!
Oblivion looks under the ring. As he starts to pull whatever is in IT's hands, the crowds roars out.
Zach Davis: I HAVE SHOULD OF KNOWN!! BARBED WIRE!! BARBED WIRE!!
Oblivion takes the barbed wire and approaches Stacy Robinson.
Erin Robbins: Stacy kicks Oblivion in the mid section and grabs the spool of barbed wire away from The Monster.
Stacy Robinson digs the barbed wire into the flesh of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Oblivion pops Stacy Robinson on the mouth and takes away the barbed wire.
Oblivion digs in the barbed wire into the forehead flesh.
Erin Robbins: Robinson is bleeding like a sieve!!
Robinson staggers around, Oblivion grabs her...
Oblivion nails IT's opponent with a a quick release belly to belly suplex.
Zach Davis: As the cameras shows everyone, the ambulance is parked next to the entrance ramp. Oblivion and Stacy Robinson are near the ramp already.
After the release suplex Oblivion climbs up the turnbuckle, from outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is perched and ready for Robinson to stand up.
Oblivion waits, as Stacy Robinson slowly stands up.
Erin Robbins: A DEVASTATING flying clothesline!!
Oblivion slowly waits as Robinson stands up.
Zach Davis: Scoop slam... then a leg drop then following that up with an elbow drop!!
Oblivion grabs for Stacy...
Oblivion grabs the side of IT's face. Robinson kicks Oblivion in the gut, but The Monster seems to lowering down and kneeling to one knee.
Erin Robbins: I think she got Oblivion with a low blow.
This time, it's Stacy Robinson looking under the ring. She pulls out a...
Zach Davis: TRASH CAN AND A LADDER?!?
Erin Robbins: Stacy is setting the ladder right in front of us.
Robinson slowly ascends up the ladder as Oblivion follows suit.
Erin Robbins: I don't think Oblivion notices, but Stacy Robinson has the trash can with her!!
Oblivion and Stacy Robinson are at the near top rungs of the ladder and they are trading blows.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just grabbed Stacy Robinson's head and smashes it down on top of the top ladder rung.
Erin Robbins: Stacy smashes the trash can across the skull of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: The Monster almost fell off the ladder!!
Robinson nails Oblivion HARD with the trash can across IT's skull.
Erin Robbins: That time was even closer for Oblivion to fall of that damn ladder
Oblivion smashes Stacy's head down twice against the ladder.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson smashes Oblivion's head wit.... WHOA WATCH OUT ERIN!! IN CO-O-O-OMI-I-I-NG!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: These two are putting their bodies on the line here tonight in this ambulance match. They haven't even gotten away from ringside yet!!
Erin Robbins: Both competitors are bleeding profusely!! Oblivion was just knocked off the ladder. I think Oblivion is dead!!
Through the dripping blood, Stacy Robinson is smiling.
Zach Davis: WHAT IS STACY ROBINSON DOING!?!
Robinson is standing on the exactly last ladder rung. she raises up her arms and leaps off the ladder and descends towards Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: ZACH WATCH OUT!!
Zach Davis: Where did Oblivion get the energy?!
Erin Robbins: The Monster dug down deep and found that extra little something, as IT moved out of the way of the flying elbow attempt.
Stacy Robinson falls hard onto the table rubble. Oblivion crawls at first.
Zach Davis: These two are so torn up, already, Oblivion has to crawl to ringside.
Oblivion checks under the ring. the crowd cheers.
Crowd: TABLE!! TABLE!! TABLE!!
Oblivion sets up the table right in front of the ring. The Monster walks over to Stacy Robinson and grabs for one of the teleprompters and smashes it across her head!!
Erin Robbins: Oh my god!! The brutality, in this match!!
Oblivion grabs Stacy and drags her to the ladder. The Monster puts her over ITs shoulder, as he climbs up the ladder. Stacy Robinson proceeds to elbow the back of Oblivion's head, but to no reaction. As Oblivion sits on the top, of the ladder, Oblivion repositions Stacy Robinson, as IT picks her up in a suplex position, but leaps forward...
Zach Davis: What in blue Hell is Oblivion doing to that girl?!?!
Lights flash as Oblivion flies in the air with Stacy Robinson in a suplex position...
Erin Robbins: SHATTER-BRAINBUSTER!!
One half of the crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
The other half of the crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!
One half of the crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
The other half of the crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!
One half of the crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
The other half of the crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Erin Robbins: If you fans missed that. Let's show that in instant replay...
REPLAY- As Oblivion sits on the top, of the ladder, Oblivion repositions Stacy Robinson, as IT picks her up in a suplex position, but leaps forward... Lights flash as Oblivion flies in the air with Stacy Robinson in a suplex position... Oblivion nails the Shatter Brainbuster on the table.
Zach Davis: Both competitor are not moving. They are motionless!!
Erin Robbins: Wait a minute both competitors are moving, very slowly, but they are still moving from the carnage that was once a table. We have broken tables. our announce table is in splinters. The ladder is al bent up.
Oblivion is the first to stand and he grabs for the ladder. Robinson slowly stands up and is leaning against a ring post.
Zach Davis: Oblivion charges a Stacy Robinson... WITH THE LADDER.
STACY ROBINSON MOVES!! OBLIVION CRASHES INTO RING POST WITH THE LADDER...
Erin Robbins: STACY'S KICK!!
Oblivion stumbles around the ring and collapses down near the corner near the ring entrance. Stacy drags herself to Oblivion. The Monster forces himself up, as Robinson runs yp to the ring corner leaps off the ring steps....
Zach Davis: RUNNING HURRICANRANA!!
Both competitor land on the ring ramp. The crowd is going completely unhinged as the smaller Stacy Robinson is holding her own against the monstrous Oblivion. The monster picks up Stacy and throws her....
...Up the ramp. But, Robinson gets up fast and runs towards Oblivion with a handspring elbow smash to the face. Oblivion stumbles back, as Stacy Robinson runs up to The Monster....
Erin Robbins: A dropkick from Stacy Robinson!!
Stacy Robinson steps back up the ramp. Oblivion stumbles back but recovers....
Zach Davis: A HU-U-UGE boot by Oblivion!!
THAT boot knocks Stacy Robinson back, as she flips off the entrance ramp and down onto the ground.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion looks down and leaps off!!!
Zach Davis: LEG DROP ON STACY ROBINSON!!
Oblivion drags Stacy by the hair towards the direction of the ambulance.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God, the Monster might have a chance here. They are so-o-o close to the ambulance!!
Both competitors are real close to the ambulance. Oblivion whips Robinson into the back of the ambulance.
The Monster's back slams hard against the ambulance.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson charges at Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion moved out of the way and Stacy nails hard against the ambulance.
The momentum causes Stacy Robinson to bounce off and Oblivion catches her by both legs and rotates her around...
Zach Davis: DDT!! SOULTAKER!!
Oblivion grabs Robinson....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion didn't see Stacy pick up that bottle....
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Robinson smashes a beer bottle across the skull of Oblivion, who staggers then falls on the ground. Stacy Robinson helps Oblivion up and they both fight to the front of the ambulance.
Stacy Robinson slams Oblivion's head down onto the ambulance.
Stacy Robinson slams the head of Oblivion again down onto the ambulance. She tries it again, but Oblivion braces himself and grabs her and....
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
There is now a blood stain and a huge dent on the hood of the ambulance. Oblivion drags Robinson hold the hood.
Oblivion: UGH!! SHIT!!
Stacy hits Oblivion with a nut shot.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson with a ddt on the hood of the ambulance.
Oblivion is motionless as Stacy Robinson stands on top of The Monster. Blood is dripping everywhere.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is getting up...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: The monster just nailed Stacy Robinson with a piledriver onto the hood!!
Both Oblivion and Stacy Robinson falls off the ambulance. Both competitor crawl to the back of the ambulance. Stacy Robinson stands up first, as Oblivion follows.
Oblivion opens up the double doors and baits Stacy to charge at the Monster.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson charges at Oblivion...
Zach Davis: Oblivion with a big boot, to the face of Stacy Robinson!!
Oblivion opens up the two back doors, of the ambulance and places Stacy head on the floor of the ambulance, near the doors.
Erin Robbins: HOLY SH....
Zach Davis: The Monster just slammed Stacy Robinson's head with both ambulance doors.
Robinson spins around and Oblivion catches her and places Stacy on IT's shoulder.
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
The crowd hushes as Oblivion grabs Stacy Robinson and throws her in the back of the ambulance!! Slamming the doors, in the process!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the Ambulance Match... The Monster O-O-O-BLI-I-IVII-ION!!
Zach Davis: Holy smokes, what a match!!
Erin Robbins: Action all around!! A tremendous effort in both competitors!!
Zach Davis: Up next we have a hell of a grudgefest going on as Seifer Black Armstrong teams up with Chase Michaels to take on the very imposing team of Sarah Twilight and Lilith. Seifer fired by Twilight during her tenure as WCF Owner and he vows retribution. He's also had his issues with Lilith who kidnapped his daughter some time ago. Chase Michaels who recently suffered defeat to Lilith would like to get his career back on track. And on the other end of the spectrum, Twilight and Lilith have made it clear they do not respect either man, they just want to hurt the duo and prove to them they they don't belong here.
Erin Robbins: Retribution? Are you kidding me? The only retribution that will be found tonight is the two of them sent packing as they fail yet again.
Zach Davis: That remains to be seen. I think people don't give these guys enough credit. They have the opportunity to earn it here tonight and we're about to get under way!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Absolute Zero" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... residing in Bakersfield, California ... weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds ... "The Lone Wolf" CHASE MICHAELS!!!
They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponents.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Step up by Drowning pool blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... .from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 pounds...'The Archangel of the WCF'...Seifer...Black...Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to a ring hand before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Step up by Drowning pool fades out.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ....
A flurry of white pyros erupt on the stage as Avery Watts and his band step out onto the stage and take places to the left of the entrance. The lights dim down as blue neon lights begin to flicker on and off at the bases and speakers of the band set. Avery Watts getting himself worked into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: Well it appears we are being treated to a live performance here tonight ... something new.
Erin Robbins: I love it already!
The band wastes no time as they begin blasting out heavy notes on guitar with synthezisers and drums revving up this very high tempo beat. With each slam of the guitar chords another explosion of white pyro erupts on the stage until finally, Avery Watts begins.
Avery Watts: HERE'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, BEING THE BEST! HERE'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, TO BE A CUT ABOVE THE REST! WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, BEING THE BEST, WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO BE A CUT ABOVE THE REST!
Finally Sarah Twilight and Lilith emerge from the back. The crowd BOOS loudly as the two of them walk out onto the stage side by side. Arrogance pours from the both of them as they ignore the crowd and begin down the ramp with a confident stride that they match in step.
Avery Watts: Jump in the water, time to get a little wetter 'cause anything that you can do, I can do it better. I'm never gonna rest if it's less than the gold. You can see me on the throne sharing medals with the bold.
The guitar strums mellow out slightly as the verses continue. Sarah and Lilith stop midway down the ramp to revel in their own glory. Lilith no longer carrying teddy bears or lollipops. The demeanor on her face as cold as the expression upon Sarah's.
Avery Watts: I own, I've shown, I stay legit. Try to take me, there's no way I'm ever gonna quit. This is it. I'm always on, ready for a battle, doesn't matter if it's Beijing, Miami or back in Seattle. Nothing is free, but see me, I don't flee. I'm the epitome of everything you're never gonna be. I earned my respect while you were clowning around. Now I'm royalty and everybody bows to the crown.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring ... from Los Angeles, California at a total combined weight of two hundred and seventy four pounds .... LILITH and "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
The live performance continues as the two part ways at the end of the entrance ramp. Lilith to the left, Sarah to the right as they each hop onto the ring apron, exuding nothing but sef appreciation for themselves. They climb into the ring across from one another and hop onto the turnbuckle staring out coldly over the crowd to a defeaning chorus of boos as pyros rain down from above.
Avery Watts: HERE'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, BEING THE BEST! HERE'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, TO BE A CUT ABOVE THE REST! WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, BEING THE BEST, WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO BE A CUT ABOVE THE REST!
The live performance comes to an end as Sarah and Lilith hop down from the turnbuckles and glance across the ring at the opposition, smirking at them.
Erin Robbins: What a way to make an entrance!
Zach Davis: They make me sick!
Erin Robbins: This thing is ready to explode!
Our referee calls for the bell as Seifer and Lilith take to their corners. It seems that Chase Michaels and Sarah Twilight have decided to begin the match for their respective teams. Chase moves in quickly after Sarah, however, the devious vixen catches him with a baseball slide dropkick to his ankles, causing him to fall forward. Sarah quickly rolls to her feet and raises her arms to her sides, taunting Michaels to get back up. He does, and looks rather annoyed with the mockery. He moves back in, more cautiously this time, and makes his move, catching Sarah with a backhand chop. He follows up with a spinning heel kick out of virtually nowhere which sends Twilight to the mat.
Zach Davis: Quick back and forth action. Chase Michaels with the upper hand now.
Twilight gets back to her feet and the two meet again, this time in a tie up. Each of them looking for control. The larger Michaels is able to take the advantage and he sends Sarah over with a simple, but effective fireman's carry takedown. Sarah again rolls back to her feet, a scowl upon her face as she explodes at Chase with a burst clothesline. It catches him unexpectedly and sends him now crashing to the mat. Sarah follows up with a series of vicious stomps to his back and head. She backs up a few steps and rushes at him for a fierce kick to the face, but he sees it coming and is able to get out of the way. Michaels capitalizes on this as he quickly gets to his feet now behind Sarah and applies a full nelson, trying to wear her down.
Zach Davis: Twilight in trouble here. Where can she go?
Sarah fights to break free of the hold, but she is unable to. On the apron, Lilith looks very concerned as Sarah continues to struggle. She manages to kick her feet up and uses the ropes as a spring, which forces Chase off balance and he falls backwards, still having the hold locked in. Sarah uses this momentum to roll over, forcing her weight down on his shoulders being as she was still locked into the full nelson and creates a pinning predicament much like she had done against Oblivion previously.The ref gets himself into position and counts.
NO!...Chase releases the full nelson in order to free himself from the pin.
Erin Robbins: Sarah again with a counter for damn near everything. Looking to end this one early as she nearly created a repeat of her victory against Oblivion.
Zach Davis: There's no question that she has talent. She's one of the most successful stars we have on the roster. But let's not count out Seifer Black Armstrong or Chase Michaels either. Michaels with the presence of mind to release his hold and avoid an early pinfall.
Erin Robbins: Count them out? What have they done here to deserve to be in the ring with someone like Sarah Twilight? Nothing!
Michaels rolls off to the side and begins getting himself back to a vertical base. Sarah is slightly slower in doing so, as she'd just contorted her body in an awkward manner to create that opportunity. Chase wastes no time and keeps on the offensive with Sarah, pulling her into a side headlock. He follows up with a takedown, forcing Sarah back to the mat. He rises back to his feet only to drop a knee down at The Mistress of Mischief. Sarah holds her forehead slightly as she makes it back to her feet. Chase continues to keep the pressure on as he sends her into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return, he attempts a hip toss, though Sarah hops away from it and instead pull's him down with a DDT. Lilith looks relieved at this point. She is eager for a tag as both Sarah and Chase have been taking it to each other for a bit, and after making it back to her feet, Sarah obliges.
Lilith enters the ring like a house of fire as she starts putting the boots to Michaels. She hauls him to his feet and only continues the assault. She sends kicks and punches in an almost crazed flurry. She backs him into the corner with her barrage of kicks and once he is there she hoists him up to the top of the turnbuckle. She follows, and signals for a superplex. However, it is not meant to be as Chase shoves her off. Lilith is like a rabid animal as she immediately gets back to her feet and rushes back after him, only to be met with a diving double axe handle for her trouble. It is now that Chase notices his own partner's eagerness to take action in this match and he tags in Seifer Black Armstrong.
Erin Robbins: Lilith and Seifer now here for action and the high pace continues.
Seifer enters the ring and prepares to square off against Lilith. He moves in, but is caught off guard by a drop toe hold courtesy of the raven haired beauty. Sarah is watching intently on the apron. . Lilith follows up on Seifer with a arm wringer twist that sees his arm torqued and slammed into the mat. Lilith is off the ropes and comes back with a sliding dropkick that nails Armstrong right in the face. Lilith quickly attempts for a cover.
NO! Seifer shoots a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Near fall there!
Seifer is quick to his feet after the near fall, and Lilith joins him as she rushes at him for a clothesline. However, Armstrong ducks under it and instead pulls Lilith into a backslide. Referee is there once again for the count.
NO! Lilith is able to get free!
Erin Robbins: And one there for Seifer! Wow this action is fast!
Lilith now back to her feet, as is Seifer. He is there to catch her with a body slam. He follows up with a soccer ball kick. Sarah again winces on the outside as her companion is on the receiving end now. Seifer hauls Lilith back to her feet and takes her up and over with a suplex. He shouts to the crowd. They eat it up. Seifer returns his focus on Lilith after the pandering, and he picks her up to her feet again, but she catches him unexpectedly with a jawbreaker, stunning him. She follows up with a dropkick that sends the staggering Armstrong down to the mat.
Seifer starts making it back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs off, and Lilith launches herself into the ropes. She runs at Seifer who in turn also runs at her, the two have the same idea as they collide! Clotheslining each other and now both competitors are down. The crowd is really getting into this. Chase outstreches his hand, calling to Armstrong to make it over for the tag. On the opposite corner, Sarah has her hand out and is yelling out to Lilith for a tag. Seifer and Lilith each start slowly crawling towards their corners. Still a bit dazed after the high paced action. Sarah is practically jumping up and down, begging for a tag and Lilith tries to make it to her. Seifer makes it to his corner first.
Chase wastes no time getting into the ring, and he rushes at Lilith, dropping an elbow down onto her back, stopping her from making it to Sarah. He glares at Twilight for a brief moment before pulling Lilith by her ankles back to the center of the ring, and away from any possible hope of making that tag. Sarah does not look happy.
Zach Davis: It's obvious they seem to believe Lilith is the weak link, they're isolating her already.
Erin Robbins: I believe they are seriously underestimating Lilith, but they have the momentum in their favor and are using smart tag team wrestling to keep it that way,
Chase hoists Lilith to her feet now and sends her into the turnbuckle. He follows after her with a devastating splash that causes her to stumble out of the corner. There is no time for reprieve as he follows this up with a half nelson legsweep. Lilith is down and out of it, and Chase drags her to his own corner. He tags Seifer back into the match. Armstrong jumps over the rope from the apron and nails an elbow drop to Lilith's sternum. He pulls her away from the ropes and goes for the cover.
Lilith shoots a shoulder off the mat.
Seifer brings Lilith back to her feet and attempts another suplex, however this time it is countered as Lilith is able to slide out of the drop and instead pulls Seifer down into a neckbreaker. With Armstrong down, Lilith starts again making her way toward Sarah. Seifer was caught off guard and is dazed a bit, but manages to collect himself and heads after Lilith, though she manages this time, to make the tag!
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight back into the match!
Zach Davis: Lilith knew she needed time to regain herself. As hard as Chase and Armstrong tried to cut her off, she seized an opportunity to tag out to a fresh Twilight.
The two lock up for a collar and elbow. Sarah transitions into a waist lock immediately, setting herself behind Seifer and she pulls him up for a german suplex. Though he blocks it, and instead pulls her down into a forward rolling cradle. Ref there for the count.
Sarah shoots her shoulders off the mat at a two count.
Seifer and Twilight both quickly to their feet and they meet again. This time, Sarah is able to get the jump on Armstrong as she takes him over with a T-bone suplex. Armstrong hits the mat and Sarah remains on him like a cat. She stomps away at his head relentlessly. Sarah now pulls Seifer to his feet and wastes no time as she drops him again, now with a backbreaker. Armstrong is down on the mat again and Sarah takes a few steps back, running foward with a snap kick to the face, that does connect. The crack from the kick echoes throughout the arena and Sarah drops down quickly for the cover.
And Seifer BARELY maneges to kick his shoulder up before three.
Erin Robbins: Near falls for both competitors. Back and forth, back and forth! I can barely keep up!
Sarah makes it back to her feet and pulls Seifer up with her, though this time, he is quick to react and jumps up, catches her with a hurricarrana. The momentum now shifting in his favor. He is still a bit stunned from the kick and takes a moment to shake off the effects. Sarah was taken by surprise and pulls herself to her feet now. Armstrong doesn't want to waste his chance so he runs at her and nails a dropkick that sends Twilight crashing back to the mat hard. Armstrong now tags out to Chase.
Sarah is dazed getting to her feet and she turns around, only to be met by Michaels who opts to end this and he pulls her in for THE CHASER! She goes down hard and Chase is there to cover. Ref slides into position, checks the shoulders and begins counting.
NO! Sarah is able to kick out before the referee's hand slaps the mat a third time.
Zach Davis: Michaels very surprised that he couldn't put her away there. Quite frankly, so am I!
Erin Robbins: Don't even act like you don't know how resilient Sarah Twilight is. This isn't the first time we've seen her refuse to stay down. Chase Mchaels and Seifer Black Armstrong are finding out they don't belong in the same ring with her or Lilith!
Zach Davis: I think they are doing a perfectly fine job of competing here.
Michaels looks at our referee with a tilt of his head, looking almost as if in disbelief. Figuring the match should have been over right then and there. Michaels moves along, accepting that it was not a three count. He hauls Sarah back to her feet and decides to add the exclamtion point. He grabs hold of her to set up for The Conviction! However, she pushes her way out and instead grabs his arm and pulls him into a pull back clothesline. Chase goes down, but so does Sarah as she was still pretty out of it.
Chase starts back to his feet, and Sarah begins to pull herself up. The crowd is going ballistic as the match gets even more intense. Michaels makes it to his feet first as Sarah is still using the ropes to pull herself up. he rushes the redhead, but she pulls the top rope down and Chase's own momentum carries him over and he crashes to the floor outside. Sarah takes her time rolling out of the ring after him so she can recollect herself.
Chase uses the apron to pull himself up, and is met by some vicious kicks to the midsection courtesy of Sarah. He responds with an uppercut that staggers her back. Now taking control again, he grabs hold of her for a suplex...on the outside! However, Sarah shoves him off and he is sent barreling into the ring post head first! There is a sickening crack as he connects. Seifer Armstrong comes to his partner's aid as he runs along the apron and dives off at Sarah. He connects enough with his dive to take Sarah down, however, the running momentum causes him to overshoot a little bit and he crashes himself into the barricade.
The referee had already started his ten count and was up to a count of eight on both Chase and Sarah. However, Lilith enters the ring, causing him to focus attention on her and he stops his count. The match is saved for both teams. While the referee is busy with Lilith, this gives Chase and Sarah time to make it back into the ring. Sarah is up first and she rolls Michaels inside, following after him. Once both competitors are inside, Lilith returns to the apron. Seifer is still down and out of it on the outside, having crashed himself into the barricade.
Chase makes it back to his feet, wiping his brow a bit. He doesn't get much time though as he is met with a dropkick to the back that sends him sternum first into the turnbuckle. Sarah stays on him, catching him for a german suplex that this time connects. With Chase down, Sarah uses the opportunity to tag Lilith back into the match. Lilith hops up onto the turnbuckle as she is tagged in, and leaps off with a diving leg drop that connects perfectly. She wastes no time and stays on him for the pinfall.
Chase manages to get a shoulder up before three.
Erin Robbins: Haha! Lilith is on fire right now!
Zach Davis: You have certainly jumped on the bandwagon pretty damn quickly!
Erin Robbins: I'm just pointing things out!
Lilith rolls back to her feet and Chase makes it to his. He rotates his right shoulder a bit to shake off the effects of that legdrop. Lilith is back after him as she rushes Michaels. However he acts quickly and sends her over with a back body drop. Seifer is still down and starting to stir. Lilith is down and Chase seizes the opportunity to capitalize as he reaches down to bring her to her feet. She pulls him into a small package. Though he quickly forces out of it before a count can begin.
Zach Davis: Quick escape by Chase Michaels!
Lilith makes her way back to her feet, as does Michaels. He catches her with a running knee lift that floors her. But he is unable to capitalize as he's been in the ring for quite some time and doesn't have Armstrong to tag out to. Lilith slowly pulls hersself up and Chase charges her once again, but he is caught off guard with a jumping calf kick as Lilith rushes him at the last moment. Lilith heads for the ropes to pick up some momentum, but instead is clubbed across the back out of nowhere by Seifer! Lilith falls to the mat. Twilight runs along the ring apron and now it is her turn as she dives herself into Seifer. Seifer is sent CRASHING into the ring steps because of the velocity and is down and out.
Erin Robbins: Seifer is out. Lilith and Michaels in the ring! It's havoc!
Zach Davis: Michaels looking to capitalize on Seifer's blindside!
Lilith pulls herself to her feet where she is met by Michaels, he sent a few hard rights into hr jaw that keep her reeling against the ropes. He follows up by taking her for a HARD irish whip towards the turnbuckle....but she stops herself short and YANKS Chase into a Royal Butterfly clutch.
Erin Robbins: Holy Crap! I know where this is going!
Zach Davis: Twilight climbing the turnbuckle!
Lilith shakes Michaels violently in the clutch as Sarah reaches the top of the turnbuckle. Lilith with the overhead throw as Sarah LEAPS from the top in a moonsault dive. Sarah CRASHES into Chase's chest with a double foot stomp as he is DRIVEN into the mat by the Royal Butterfly.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Erin Robbins: IMAGINATIVE SPIRIT! They just BROKE HIM IN HALF!
Lilith rolls over for the cover as Sarah watches on for the count. Referee in position.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, LILITH and SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Erin Robbins: Hard fought contest. But tonight, Seifer Black Srmstrong and Chase Michaels found out just what happens when you step in the ring with two women as dangerous as Sarah and Lilith. We could very well be looking at the very future of WCF tag teams right here and now.
Zach Davis: Nonetheless, they came out here and proved they can stand toe to toe and fight. Let's not take anything away from Seifer Armstrong and Chase Michaels, who I believe will still have a bright future ahead of them.
Erin Robbins: Welp, I haven't been looking forward to this.
Zach Davis: It's time for something very special. Finally, after years of anticipation, Torture is going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
Erin Robbins: Wait, Zach, I've gotten word something's happened backstage... Let's see!
Backstage, we see Torture... And he's knocked out cold. A WCF agent quickly runs up to him.
Agent: Torture! Torture!
Torture is nonresponsive.
Agent: WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!
Torture is bleeding from the head.
Zach Davis: What the hell happened here!? Who would do this to Torture on his big night, after all this time waiting for it!?
Erin Robbins: Corey Black? Brad Kane? Johnny Reb? Dake Ken? Slickie T? Jayson Price? Who knows! He's pissed off a million people in his time here, Zach. Stop acting like he's some kind of WCF hero. This is what this man deserves.
Medics quickly arrive and begin putting Torture onto a stretcher, very careful not to move his neck too much, not knowing what kind of damage could've been done.
Zach Davis: Well, no Hall of Fame induction here tonight... But who hates Torture enough to do this?
Erin Robbins: Everyone, Zach.
Zach Davis: Folks, this next one is perhaps the most highly anticipated match of the evening. Two evenly matched combatants both looking to walk away with gold. The reigning United States Champion, Dr. Remus Micayle earlier this month offered former star Violet the opportunity to challenge for the US Title here tonight at Payback if she could defeat an opponent of his choosing the following week on Slam.
Erin Robbins: The brilliance of Dr. Micayle never short of amazing, and he chose Benjamin Atreyu as Violet's opponent. Atreyu of course defeated the hopeful contender, but in doing so he did not himself earn a contendership.
Zach Davis: Right, Remus and Benjamin had a discussion the following week on Slam that appeared to begin as a civil encounter. Micayle would correct the oversight and grant Atreyu the spot as his challenger for tonight's match. But things ended anything but civilly.
Erin Robbins: We went from friendly competition to both men waging an all out WAR! Both men looking to make a VERY clear statement against the other tonight and only one of them will walk away as the United States Champion. Let's get started! I can't wait!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF United States Championship!
HUGE pop from the crowd that lasts several moments.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger ...
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!!!
He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. He walks to the center of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. A sole spotlight appears on the ramp as a geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle himself struts out from the back, illuminating his body from the slight darkness, his treasured championship wrapped snugly around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and the attempts to agitate him.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the WCF United States Champion... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin then walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, only focused on the match ahead, as he walks over to referee Emily Westbrook to hand over his title.
Erin Robbins: I have goosebumps! This is exciting. I'm excited, are you excited Zach?
Zach Davis: Wow Erin, I've never seen you this worked up for a contest.
Erin Robbins: Two men with such brilliance, such class. This match is a dream come true!
Micayle and Atreyu meet in the center of the ring and start with a collar and elbow tie up. Atreyu gains the advantage with a side headlock. Micayle shoves him off into the ropes. Atreyu with a clothesline on the return, but a duck under by Micayle. Atreyu spins around and is caught with a European uppercut thst staggers him a bit. Micayle takes him for an Irish whip to the turnbuckle but it is reversed and he instead is sent crashing into the corner.
Zach Davis: Quick back and forth action early on. Atreyu with a very offense based brawler style. And Micayle having an extensive defensive ground game.
Erin Robbins: I just don't have a favorite in this one. I honestly would love it if EITHER of these two walked out as the United States Champion tonight.
Atreyu rushes the corner with a shoulder tackle, however, Micayle moves out of the way and instead, "God Given Greatness" finds himself meeting ring post with his right shoulder as he lunges forward. He clutches his shoulder in agony as he slowly backs off of the mishap. Though he is given no repreive as he turns around into an armdrag takeover. Micayle follows up with an armbar, placing pressure on the shoulder he'd just injured.
Zach Davis: Oh and a misstep by Atreyu! This isn't good as Micayle is taking full advantage.
Erin Robbins: His arm has now become a target, and he is going to zero in on it. This spells trouble for Benjy as it will severely hinder his offense based approach.
Micayle holds Benjy's arm against the canvas. He pushes off of the canvas with his feet and sends his knee CRASHING down into Benjy's shoulder. Atreyu groans upon impact. Remus repeats this twice more, harshly targeting the shoulder. Remus hauls Atreyu to his feet, and suddenly Benjy strikes with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Micayle hits the canvas and this buys the challenger some time, however he further agitates his own shoulder in the process.
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Atreyu. He needs to create some separation for the time being. Give himself a chance to work out that shoulder.
Erin Robbins: I don't know that I agree with that. He needs to remain on the offensive. Don't give Micayle, or any opponent time to rest.
Atreyu pushes himself back to his feet, trying to rotate his shoulder to get the kinks out. He does, however stay after Remus as he brings him to his feet now. Remus responds with a rolling capture armbreaker that floors the challenger again and damages his shoulder even further. He writhes in pain as he stumbles back to his feet. Micayle is waiting and sends him HARD into the ring post shoulder first. This now having been the second time Atreyu's shoulder had struck the steel.
He wobbles back after the impact, still clutching his shoulder as he is hooked up by both arms and planted to the canvas for a snap bridged German Suplex. Micayle keeps him hooked for the pinfall attempt. Westbrook slides into position.
NO! Atreyu shoots his shoulders up off of the canvas.
Zach Davis: Micayle showing no mercy at all! That was a close call there. Could have been over.
Erin Robbins: Micayle is the United States Champion. He has no intentions of losing it anytime soon and he is going to do everything he has to in order to retain it. But believe me, he has a tall task ahead with a challenger like Benjamin Atreyu.
Zach Davis: Couldn't have said that better myself. It's hilarious how you actually call a match when you aren't bias toward one or the other.
Erin Robbins: Shut up!
Atreyu crawls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up. Micayle simultaneously out of the pinfall and back to his feet. He measures Atreyu, waiting for him to make it back to his feet. As he does, he turns around into a stiff boot to the midsection. Micayle grabs him to lift him up.
Zach Davis: THE DOCTOR BOMB!! He's ending it early!
However, Atreyu blocks the attempt by clutching the ropes with his feet, preventing Micayle from lifting him. He fires off a few shots to Micayle's ribs and he releases his grip. Atreyu wastes no time, he grabs Remus for a belly to belly suplex and launches him up and over the top rope! He crashes to the floor below on the outside in front of the announce table.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu had that one scouted! He stays alive and now has a chance to mount an offensive!
Atreyu rolls himself to the outside. Micayle is wobbly making it back to his feet. The challenger hoists him up and sends him back down with a harsh scoop slam on the outside mats. He groans and rotates his shoulder as it was still suffering the effects of the earlier onslaught. Westbrook is instructing him to get her back into the ring, but as Atreyu looks around, he has other ideas in mind. He makes his way to the announce table and pulls the top off of it. He then removes the monitors and tosses them aside. Robbins and Davis both hop up from their seats and step off to either side of the table.
Zach Davis: Atreyu has something big in mind here!
Erin Robbins: This doesn't look like it's going to end up good.
Westbrook begins her ten count as Atreyu hauls Micayle back to his feet, rolling him onto the announce table. He hits him with a forearm to the head for good measure.
Atreyu rolls back into the ring and begins to climb the turnbuckle. The crowd looks on and BOOS as he stands precariously on the turnbuckle, balancing himself.
He takes a few steps onto the ropes, walking them almost like a tightrope as he lines himself up with the announce table. In a swift motion he leaps down toward the announce table!
Zach Davis: Atreyu with BIG AIR!!
However, Micayle rolls himself out of the way JUST in time and Benjy CRASHES through the announer table with an elbow drop as it collapses underneath him.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Erin Robbins: Atreyu is OUT!
Zach Davis: And our table is kaput!
The dive from the tope breaks up the former count on Micayle, and Westbrook is forced to start another count on both stars.
Micayle rolls himself into the ring. Atreyu is still out of it, his body strewn among plastic, wood and various debris after the crash. Micayle takes his time to recuperate as Atreyu has not yet moved.
Zach Davis: If Atreyu is counted out here, he loses his opportunity and of course will not capture the United States Championship.
Erin Robbins: I think he knocked himself out cold trying to take that high risk. It didn't pay off.
Finally, there are signs of life as Atreyu pushes the debris away from him. He slowly crawls toward the ring. Perhaps just being stubborn as he hears Westbrook's voice calling the count. He continues crawling reaching a hand up, trying to grab hold of the apron.
With no time to spare, he uses every ounce of strength he can muster to pull himself into the ring. Barely beating the count.
Zach Davis: I can't believe he made it!
Erin Robbins: That might have been a foolish move as he is still VERY out of it.
Zach Davis: He might not last much longer here at all.
Atreyu is definitely still out of it as he lays on the canvas, trying to regroup. Though he isn't given any time for that as Micayle drags him away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. He drops down over him for a pinfall. Westbrook in position.
NO! Atreyu manages to get a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Amazingly, Atreyu still in this thing!
Erin Robbins: Micayle now has the advantage. Atreyu took a LOT out of himself with that risk. Every time he kicks out, he is expelling even more energy.
Zach Davis: I don't know how much energy he could possibly have left after that crash out here.
Micayle hauls Atreyu to his feet and hooks him up for a fisherman's suplex, hooking up the leg and he remains with it for the pinfall once again. Westbrook slides into position.
Again, Atreyu manages to get his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: He continues to stay in this thing. Atreyu is not wanting to let this slip.
Erin Robbins: At some point you have to ask yourself if being stubborn is worth it? Live to fight another day. Specifically, next week.
Micayle grabs hold of the back of his head and hauls him again to his feet. He lifts him for another suplex, but he slides off of the attempt and instead grabs Remus's waist, pulling him up and over for a German Suplex of his own. He keeps his hands locked and bridges up as Micayle's shoulders are flat on the canvas. Westbrook again makes the count.
NO! Micayle shoots his shoulder off the canvas.
Zach Davis: Ad a near fall for Atreyu! That was out of nowhere!
Erin Robbins: He still has some fight left in him after all!
Micayle rolls out of the attempt, a little dazed after the sudden tide change. Atreyu is still suffering the effects of his missed dive. Remus is first to his feet and as Atreyu gets to his, he explodes at Atreyu with a eblow strike. But he ducks it and instead grabs Remus for a Russian leg sweep.
Zach Davis: Atreyu avoiding the shot and he has Remus down. He needs to capitalize here.
Erin Robbins: But can he? He is still devastated after crashing into the announce table.
Atreyu wastes no time as he forces himself to his feet. He grabs hold of both ends of the top rope in the corner and launches himself off with an elbow drop. Trying for the second time.
Zach Davis: He takes the risk AGAIN!
Erin Robbins: And this time he connects!
He crashes down into Remus with perfect execution. After the impact, he hooks the leg, keeping him down for the pinfall. Westbrook checks the shoulders and makes the count.
NO! Micayle again shoots his shoulder off of the canvas. Atreyu looks slightly stunned as he rolls off of the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Another near fall! Atreyu bringing everything he has here tonight.
Erin Robbins: These two are giving it everything they have and you could expect nothing less with a prize at stake as prestigious as the WCF United States Championship.
Atreyu slowly back to his feet now as he looks to continue the offense against the United States Champion. As Remus makes it back to his feet, Atreyu hauls him up with a double underhook backbreaker. Micayle is down on the canvas and the challenger looks to take to the skies once again, climbing the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Another high risk maneuver!
Erin Robbins: I think we're going to have a new champion!
Atreyu dives off the turnbuckle for a diving leg drop. But Micayle rolls out of the way. Atreyu lands HARD on his back. He remains flat on the mat as he howls out in pain. Micayle capitalizes on the situation as he grabs hold of his legs and turns him over. Atreyu is captured in a Boston Crab.
Zach Davis: He has nowhere to go!
Erin Robbins: Remus now making it clear as to why he currently IS the US Champ, and he intends to keep it that way!
Atreyu scream out in agony as Micayle wrenches the hold, applying pressure against his back and pushing himself back as far as he can go, causing the tension to target his spine. He applies more and more pressure. Westbrook is there to check for the submission. Atreyu screams out in pain but he stubbornly won't give in.
Zach Davis: How much longer can he endure this? His back has got to be damn near broken by now!
Erin Robbins: It's only a matter of time. He should just give up and save himself long term injury. But I have to say that I'd be disappointed. I don't want this match to end!
Micayle continues to wrench his submission hold and Atreyu is struggling. But he uses his hands to try and walk himself toward the ropes. Inch by inch he uses his hands to drag himself closer.
Zach Davis: I don't believe this. There's no way he can reach the ropes. This is insane!
Erin Robbins: The man is crazy! But I love it!
Micayle is not giving him any reprieve as he keeps the hold locked in tightly. Atreyu continues to inch his way forward and he somehow manages to get his hand on the bottom rope! Westbrook begins her count for Micayle to release the hold.
Micayle releases the hold. The damage having been done.
Zach Davis: I am in awe right now. Atreyu somehow managing to make his way to the ropes. Battling the pain searing in his legs and back. This is amazing!
Erin Robbins: Remus taking full advantage of the count. Intelligent wresyling right there.
Micayle grabs hold of Atreyu' legs and drags him back to the center of the ring. And AGAIN he applies a Boston Crab.
Zach Davis: Oh this is it. He can't possibly endure another round of torture to his back.
Erin Robbins: Wait look!
However, Micayle never gets the hold fully applied the second time around as Atreyu powers his way free of the hold. He makes his way to his feet, as does Micayle and Atreyu strikes out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: REQUIEM IN D MINOR!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God! He might have it!
Micayle is PLANTED into the canvas and Atreyu immediately hooks the leg. Exhausted and tired, he nods his head in tune to Westbrook's count.
Zach Davis: He kicked out!
Erin Robbins: And Atreyu can't believe it!
Atreyu sits up and stares at Westbrook with a look of disbelief. She confirms that the count was only two and three quarters. Atreyu wipes his hands over his face as he slowly makes his way to his feet. Thinking of what he must do to win. He hauls Micayle to his feet again. And again REQUIEM IN D MINOR! He is PLANTED into the canvas once more.
Zach Davis: ANOTHER ONE! It has to be over!
Erin Robbins: This is CRAZY! That is now TWO TIMES!
Atreyu shakes his head, not satisfied with just using one this time. He hauls Micayle up to his feet again, He pulls him up for a THIRD round of REQUIEM IN D MINOR ... but Micayle manages to slide off and he SHOVES Atreyu forward. Atreyu turns around and Micayle using whatever he had left in him and charges Atreyu unexpectedly for THE FORMULA!!!
Erin Robbins: Holy Crap! Where did he get the energy to pull THAT off?!
Zach Davis: I don't know, but WOW! It certainly looks to have changed the tide of things. It might be over!
An exhausted Micayle falls onto Atreyu for the cover, Westbrook in position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STILL WCF United States Champion ... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
Erin Robbins: And as overjoyed as I am to see Dr. Micayle retain his championship, I was equally endeared to Benjamin Atreyu. Damn what a match!
Zach Davis: Definitely a classic. Both of these men delivered here tonight. There can only be one victor, but you have to respect the performance showcased by both men. Wow!
Erin Robbins: Absolutely. This was everything we could have expected and then some.
A scream pierces the air over the PA system, a sound the WCF universe hadn't heard in a long while. More sounds follow it: the boom of a cannon, the clink of spent rounds landing on the ground, the release of fire from a flamethrower. And the cries of a hundred voices, some for mercy, some for help, some for mothers, or some just to hear their voice, to know they were still alive.
A live feed begins to play on the tron, with every eye in the arena turning towards it in curiosity. A figure is seated on a bench, his identity hidden in the shadows. His entire body is shrouded in the darkness save for his feet. He was wearing combat boots, dark leather stained red.
?: War . . . war was hell.
His voice was soft, filled with pain and regret. He made no move to reveal himself, and when he spoke, he sounded as if he was talking to himself, not to the WCF universe or the two men at ringside.
?: I wasn't afraid going into it, not worried I would perish. I mean, why should've I been. I was the best of the best. Top of my class, even stronger than my so-called superiors. When we shipped out, I had been put in charge, and I truly believed that since I started at the top, I'd end there as well. But I was wrong.
The man leans forward, head down away from the camera. The top of his skull is bathed in light, though, giving the viewers a glimpse at the black buzz cut, along with countless white scars along the dome. A dog tag slips into the light as well around the man's neck; the name is unreadable, but viewers see the the gold bar marking the man as a 2nd Lieutenant.
?: My unit found ourselves in combat quickly enough and my true worth was soon proven. I fell quickly, and with me came everything else I loved. My friends got me out, for sure, but they forgot me afterwards; they tossed me aside so they could take command for themselves. Soon after, the army did the same. A honorable discharge, they called it, but it was really a spit in the face. I was crippled, confused, and lost. Everything I had had was gone; friends, family, my way of life. And no one was stepping forward to help. For months I tried to bear it all, but I know now that it just isn't possible. I need help. I need your help, Doctor.
The man looks up at this point, his face coming into the light. His face was thinner than the WCF last remembered, and his brown eyes, once filled with hate, were now filled with pain. The man had moved closer to the camera, so his clothing was visible as well; military fatigues, desert camo to be exact. His hands, though, the one thing to verify him as the man the WCF universe thought him to be . . . well, his hands stayed in the shadows.
?: My name is Mark Dillinger, doc, and I need your help. The other doctors wouldn't help me when I asked, begged it of them. They told me nothing was wrong, but I say fuck them! I have voices in my head, constantly talking to me. A hundred, a thousand voices, some I recognize, and some I don't. Voices of the men and women who I have overcome, voices of those I never got the chance to defeat. Voices of my old friends, voices of my family. And above all, I hear a gnat buzzing in my ears, constantly reminding me how weak I am compared to him. I can't take it anymore, I just fucking take it anymore!
The man's voice breaks, unable to continue. He drops to his knees, his entire body in the light now. Tears are running down his cheeks, and his both arms rise to his face to cover them. The left hand wraps around the temple, the left eye covered by the palm, and the right . . . well the right covered nothing. There was no right hand, only a stump where the wrist was. The stump is held against his cheek, so the right eye is still looking at the camera, pleading.
Mark Dillinger: Dr. Remus, I need your help because I think I'm going crazy.
BOOM, static suddenly envelops the video feed, and the tron goes dark once more.
We cut backstage to see WCF Elite champion, Lilith walking down the corridors with a purpose. Lilith is now back in her street clothes and looks just as stunning as she did before. Lilith is wearing magenta leggings under a matching checkered plaid skirt in magenta and black. Calf high leather heeled boots accentuate the ensemble as well as a white buttoned down blouse trimmed in magenta as well. She continues to storm down the corridor pushing several WCF employees out of her way until she stops outside of a room which says “WCF Owner – Seth Lerch” on it. Lilith smiles to herself as she goes to turn the door handle, but then stops and instead reaches out one of her hands and gently knocks on the door. Seth eventually calls out, as if Lilith was disturbing him.
Seth: Just a minute.
Lilith rolls her eyes at Seths attempt to delay her and once again knocks on the door, this time even harder.
Seth: I said hang on!
Lilith is now just toying with Seth and begins to bang as hard as she possibly can on the door, almost tearing the whole thing off of the wall. Eventually the lock on the door breaks under Liliths constant assault and the door swings open. Lilith steps into the room closing the door behind her and gives Seth, who hadn’t even attempted to get out of his chair, a cute smile.
Lilith: Jeeeeez Seth, didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to ignore people?! How long did you intend to leave me out there for? I could have been attacked by wolves or anything! Those wolves out there are just… terrifying! Hahahahaha! Nah I’m just kidding. Oh hey, sorry about the lock. Such a shame that had to happen… I’m sure you can afford to get a new one though right.
Lilith had now taken a seat opposite Seth and had put both of her feet up on his desk, banging off any loose dirt onto the paperwork spread across the surface. She looks up at Seth continuing to give him an adorable, sly smile.
Seth: Ermmmm… what is it I can do for you, Lilith? I’m kind of busy.
Lilith: Ha! You’re kind of busy! Don’t be so silly, Sethy. We both know that you love spending time with me. I’m your favorite aren’t I? You don’t care about the other girls, you just care about me.
Lilith looks around Seths office and spots his collection of WCF action figures, all laid out nicely in the cabinet he provided for them. Amongst the action figures, was even a Lilith one. This made Lilith smile. She gets out of the chair and walks over to the cabinets taking a look at all of Seths toys.
Lilith: And look! You even have a Lilith action figure! See I just knew you loved me! I don’t know what you’re doing with these though…
Lilith picks up a couple of worthless action figures and throws them as hard as she can across the room. She then notices the S-Pac action figures and begins to laugh as one by one they also flew across the room.
Lilith: S-Pac toys?! Why on earth would anyone want these?! Useless pieces of trash! Pffffft! Seth I thought you had better taste than this… I’d say I was disappointed in you, but then I guess I didn’t really expect anything less from you. You live to disappoint people don’t you?
Seth: What is it you want, Lilith? I’m sure you didn’t just come here to admire my action figure collection. Spit it out already.
Lilith: Check you out, Seth. Straight to the fun! You sure do know how to please the ladies, huh?
Lilith steps over to the other cabinet in Seths office, this one held mostly replica WCF titles. Amongst which were the real WCF Tag Titles which The Thickness had vacated a few weeks ago.
Lilith: What I’m going to do is make you an offer, sweetie. You either name Lilith and Sarah Twilight the new Tag Champions or I’m----
Seth: I’m not doing that.
Seth quickly interrupted Lilith, which Lilith did not like whatsoever. She immediately charged at Seth grabbing him around his throat and pinning him against the wall. Lilith began to snarl into his face as Seth gasped for air.
Lilith: Don’t you dare interrupt me again, Seth. Now as I was saying… You either name us as the new Tag Champions… or… and this is my personal favorite! I will smash that glass door and take them myself. And you know the best bit? There’s not a damn thing you can do to stop either of us! Hahahahaha isn’t that funny? Its funny, Seth! Laugh!
Seth continues to gasp for air as Lilith still holds her hands around his throat choking him out. Just as Seth was beginning to turn blue, Lilith drops him and steps away shaking her head.
Lilith: You’re sooooo boring, Seth! You don’t even join in with the laughter. I am ashamed of you.
Seth (attempting to catch his breath): I’m--- not--- just--- going-- to- give you the Tag Titles, Lilith!
Lilith just looked down at Seth and shrugged her shoulders.
Lilith: So be it.
Lilith once again grabs Seth around his neck, but this time she drags him around his desk and throws him head first through the glass door of the cabinet. Seth immediately falls onto the floor, with glass and blood all over his upper body. Lilith laughs to herself as she steps over the fallen Seth and reaches in to grab the titles. She then turns around and looks down at the unconscious owner with a sadistic smile on her face.
Lilith: Next time… you should probably do what I tell you, darling. It might stop you from getting hurt. Hahaha who am I kidding?! I’d still hurt you… hurting you is FUN!
Lilith boots Seth as hard as she can right into his ribs as she skips off out of the room with the Tag Titles over both of her shoulders. Lilith can be heard calling out as she skips away from the office.
Lilith: Sarahhhhhhh! I have a surprise for youuuuu!
We fade to black.
“Opportunities” by the Pet Shop Boys starts playing over the speaker system of the American Airlines Arena as the crowd starts buzzing wonder who it is. The lyrics of the song start immediately:
I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks, let’s make lots of money
Zach Davis: What is this?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know.
After those lyrics start the song, it continues as Eric Price makes his way out from the back, a smile on his face as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly at his presence. Wearing a white suit with a light yellow shirt and tie, and a white vest, he makes his way down the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: Please welcome the commissioner of the Wrestling Championship Federation … MR. ERIC PRICE!
Zach Davis: Oh God, what does he want now?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know but it can’t be anything good.
Eric steps into the ring surveying the booing Miami crowd as the ring is all setup with a small covered display in the center. He quickly asks for a microphone as the music dies down and the crowd starts chanting at him.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Eric Price: Ah Miami … I’d say I’m happy to be here but let’s face facts, being stuck here in northern Cuba is a torture I’d rather avoid.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Regardless, this is WCF’s PAYBACK PAY-PER-VIEW, the first pay-per-view under the renewed leadership of our great owner Seth Lerch!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction, mostly cheers at the mention of Seth’s name
Eric Price: But that’s not why I’m out here this evening. I’m out here tonight to … to shed light on a cause. As the commissioner of the Wrestling Championship Federation, it is my job to ensure that all talent here in the WCF are properly taken care of and that they fulfill their contractual obligations among other things and well … when I saw this opportunity, I knew I couldn’t pass it up.
Eric uncovers the table where a few teddy bears are shown on it
Zach Davis: What is this?
Eric Price: Folks … as many of you know, Lilith has a lively collection of “teddy bears”. Teddy bears such as …
Eric picks up a little green bear with a joint attached to it
Eric Price: This little fella right here. From my understanding, this is Waylon bear … now you may be wondering why he’s green and raggedy but I think the explanation is quite obvious … I mean Waylon Cash is known for being a real druggie and what not. Let’s take a look at another bear, oh look at this grey little bear … I think this is referred to as Wolfie bear, all alone back here, by itself, ignored, getting crushed by everyone.
Eric notices a bear with fiery red hair and picks it up putting both Waylon Bear and Wolfie Bear down …
Eric Price: Whoa … what do we have here? Ladies and gentlemen … it’s Sarah Teddy! Now this Teddy is quite special I’m told to Lilith because it’s of her precious and lovely little Sarah Twilight.
Eric smells it for a second and puts it down
Eric Price: Smells like bad fish but nevertheless … why am I out here with these teddy bears? Well … it seems to me that they were forgotten and abandoned as I had them retrieved from Lilith’s abode where she left them unattended to and unsupervised and I decided as the caring WCF Commissioner that I am to put them up for auction so they can go to a loving home where they will be well looked after and taken care of; I am introducing 1-800 ADOPT-A-BEAR … again that’s 1-800 ADOPT-A-BEAR. You simply call that number and you can win one of these little teddy bears for your child or niece or nephew or some friend or relative who may want one as a gift. Show them you care by giving these teddy bears a lovely home.
Eric grabs the “Sarah” teddy bear again and slides out of the ring
Eric Price: In fact, who wants a free “Sarah Teddy” right now!
Eric walks around the crowd at ringside and sees if any children want it when all of a sudden “Imaginary” by Evanescence starts playing and the crowd starts booing as Eric quickly slides back into the ring. Lilith is seen storming down the ramp with a look of anger on her face.
Eric Price: Now hold on a second, hold on a second Lilith, hold on.
Lilith simply continues down the ramp.
Eric Price: Lilith calm down, wait a second, let me explain what I’m doing here.
Lilith quickly slides into the ring as Eric Price slides out and walks around the ring looking at Lilith in the ring who looks downright pissed off as she looks at her teddy bear collection on display, Eric still holding on to the “Sarah Teddy” bear.
Eric Price: Now calm down Lilith, cut the music, CUT THE MUSIC!
Lilith looks on at Eric from the ring as Eric stands on the entrance ramp.
Eric Price: Now hold on Lilith, please understand what I was trying to do. I look at you in that ring and I see rage, I see anger, I see pent up ruthless aggression that’s just ready to explode and that’s exactly what I want from you Lilith, you need to show this anger, you need to show this rage, you need to show this aggression right there in that very ring! You see, you have a lot of potential Lilith … A LOT of potential. Sarah sees it and honestly, I see it too and I don’t want it being squandered. But you need to let go of these teddy bear obsessions, only reason I brought them out here is because I knew that would enrage you and I knew that would get you fired up the right way for your match tonight!
Lilith looks on from the ring still enraged yet perplexed at Eric’s words
Eric Price: You see Lilith, you need to take what you want Lilith, you need to seize the opportunity and make the best of your time here. You have a great tag team partner in Sarah Twilight and I expect you to measure up and that means that I am simply ensuring you are fired up and in the right frame of mind to take out Chase Michaels and Seifer Black Armstrong. As far as I’m concerned, to ensure your success here in the WCF, you just need the right motivation and I know Sarah is good motivation but I am simply adding to it and tonight … tonight you will showcase your dominance against those two vermin in that ring because let’s face facts, the only reason I rehired Seifer Black Armstrong is because I honestly enjoy seeing him get his ass handed to him over and over and over … it amuses me and I expect no different tonight.
Eric gives Lilith a devilish smirk as he throws Sarah Teddy at her and she catches it and looks on at him with a crazed smile
Eric Price: I expect great things from you Lilith and tonight … tonight is just the beginning.
“Opportunities” by The Pet Shop Boys starts playing over the speaker system of the American Airlines Arena as the Miami crowd starts booing loudly again at the proceedings they just witnessed. Eric starts walking toward the back as Lilith simply admires Sarah Teddy and her teddy bear collection.
Zach Davis: So … our commissioner is supporting Sarah Twilight and Lilith?
Erin Robbins: He’s a great commissioner and he’s a brilliant man, of course he’s supporting greatness personified. He knows what’s right for business and he’s making all the right moves thus far.
Zach Davis: Oh great, you’re sucking up to him again aren’t you?
Erin Robbins: Nonsense, I simply know the right actions when I see them.
The camera pans through the arena, showing a hook hanging from the roof of the arena over the center of the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a LADDER MATCH...
"Cape Fear Suite" by Bernard Herrmann plays as Caleb walks slowly to the ring, eyes either focused on his opponents or the referee. He leaps to apron, and then steps over the ropes. Once inside he will make a circuit around the ring staring at the crowd, before stopping at his corner.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Dulac, Louisiana... weighing in at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds... THE CAJUN CRIPPLER... CALEB FOURCHON!
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Oakland, California... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!
Caleb hands Orbit's pimp hat to the referee who places it on the hook. He signals to a ringhand and the hat is raised high above the ring.
Zach Davis: This is it. Tonight, either Orbit gets his hat back, and a taste of revenge, or Caleb Fourchon gets arguably the biggest win of his career against the Mack.
Erin Robbins: Caleb's got this. The whole thing started with Steve Orbit sticking his nose in Caleb Fourchon's business. This entire thing can be traced back to Orbit being a jerk.
Zach Davis: I'd have to disagree with you, but here we go!
DING DING DING
Orbit rushes Caleb with a shoulder tackle, driving him into the corner. Caleb responds with clubbing blows to Orbit's back. Orbit hits Caleb with a series of shoulder thrusts in the corner-- finally, he wraps his arms around Caleb and spins around, dropping him in a spinebuster! Orbit raises to his feet and throws his arms in the air as the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is here to fight!
Erin Robbins: Oh, please. He's acting like he won already, the match just started.
As Caleb gets to his feet, Orbit grabs him and slams his head on the turnbuckle. Caleb stumbles back, Orbit grabs him again and slams his head into the opposite turnbuckle. Orbit sends a few low kicks to his thigh and knee before stomping him in the gut, doubling Caleb over. Orbit exits to the apron and slingshots in with a guillotine legdrop, driving Fourchon face first into the mat.
Zach Davis: My question is when will the ladder, or ladders come into play. We know they're underneath the ring, so it's just a matter of who gets to it first.
Erin Robbins: That's right, Zach-- we know that ladder matches can be especially brutal, so whoever gets to the ladder first could be a big turning point in this match.
Orbit waits for Caleb to get to his feet. Orbit goes back to the low kicks, striking and then retreating. He gets two kicks in and then Caleb grabs his leg on the third-- instead of waiting for the enzuigiri, Caleb drops the leg and clocks Orbit with a big right hand. Orbit steps backward holding his jaw. Caleb closes in, hitting Orbit with several elbow strikes to the head. He backs Orbit to the ropes and then whips him to the opposite ropes, catching Orbit with a big boot on the return. Orbit drops to the mat, hard. Caleb doesn't waste any time, quickly pulling up Orbit and throwing him into the corner where he launches an assault of throat thrust uppercuts, followed by forearm smashes. Orbit looks dazed as Fourchon puts him in a front facelock, hauls him up and crushes him with a fisherman's DDT.
Zach Davis: This Caleb Fourchon is just a brutal guy. He is a fighter, plain and simple. Nothing fancy.
Erin Robbins: Well, you don't get a nickname like the Cajun Crippler by prancing around the ring, Zach.
Caleb puts his foot across Orbit's neck and chokes him out, holding the top rope for leverage. The referee is powerless to intervene, and only keeps an eye on Orbit's well-being. After a few tough moments to watch, Caleb exits the ring, dropping down from the apron. He begins to search underneath the ring... and draws out a ladder.
Zach Davis: Things are about to get ugly.
Erin Robbins: No, no-- things are about to get interesting. The fun starts now!
Caleb slides the ladder into the ring. Orbit is starting to stir on the mat. Caleb stands up the ladder and opens it up, standing it in the center of the ring. He takes on step, and then notices that Orbit is slowly getting to his feet. He leaves the ladder and walks towards Orbit-- Orbit sends an elbow to his gut, doubling him over, and then hits a quick codebreaker! Caleb goes down to his knees, holding his face. Orbit hops up and hits a step-up enzuigiri, sending Caleb face first into the mat. Orbit then takes a moment to recover.
Zach Davis: Luckily for Steve Orbit, he has been able to turn things around.
Erin Robbins: It's far from over.
Orbit gets up and heads to the ladder. Orbit takes a couple of steps up before Caleb slowly gets to his feet. Orbit notices and hurries his pace, about three-quarters of the way up the ladder. Caleb runs shoulder first, full-speed into the ladder, tipping it over-- and Orbit is dumped across the top rope!
Zach Davis: OOF! That looked painful!
Orbit lays across the top rope, having landed on his stomach. Caleb pulls the ladder out of the way and sends a couple of stiff kicks to Orbit's midsection, before pulling him off of the ropes by the legs. Orbit lands hard on the mat, face first. Caleb drops down on Orbit and hooks his leg, trying to lock in a single leg hook camel clutch.
Erin Robbins: Fourchon is going for the Cocodrie Clutch! Orbit may not get up after being locked in this.
But no! Orbit slips out and rolls out of the ring. Fourchon stalks him, watching Orbit as he makes a lap around the ring, breathing heavily. Orbit fakes a slide-in-- Fourchon is right there. Orbit grabs a nearby chair from ringside and threatens Fourchon with it.
Zach Davis: It's all legal in a ladder match!
Orbit tosses the chair into the ring. Caleb rushes to grab it, taking his eye off of Orbit. Caleb grabs the chair and by the time he gets up, Orbit's foot is halfway to his face.
Erin Robbins: CRANE KICK!
Zach Davis: The Crocodile versus the Crane! Sounds like a Kung Fu movie.
Caleb drops to the mat. Orbit grabs the chair from the ground and begins to batter Fourchon with it. He hits about a dozen chair shots before going back to the ladder, setting it up in the middle of the ring once again. He slowly begins to climb the ladder. One step, rest for ten seconds. You know how they climb ladders in wrestling. Eventually, Orbit is almost near the top, and Caleb gets up. Caleb climbs the other side of the ladder and rushes towards the top. Orbit tries to make it to the top before Caleb.
Zach Davis: This is going to get dangerous!
Orbit and Caleb stand on the top rungs of the ladder. Each man trying to muscle the other off the top. Finally, Caleb throws a big right hand, which Orbit dodges-- Orbit comes back with a PIMP SLAP!
Erin Robbins: Oh no!
The force of the backhand slap causes Fourchon to fall from the ladder, landing flat on his back. Orbit reaches up, grabbing his pimp hat, and puts it on his head. The crowd gives a nice pop and Orbit grins, sitting on top of the ladder with his hat back on.
DING DING DING
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has his pimp hat back!
Erin Robbins: Whoop-de-doo.
Orbit celebrates his victory in the ring.
"Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day hits the speakers. Long time WCF fans cheer, acknowledging the theme that'll bring forth Logan's eventual presence to the stage. Others, mostly the kids and young teens, boo at Logan when he steps out, Hardcore belt and all.
Zach Davis: Logan wasn't booked tonight. I wonder what he's doing out here.
Erin Robbins: Surprisingly enough he wasn't. You would think, him being a champion, that he'd be defending at a pay-per-view.
Logan looks more pleased than usual. A big grin on his face while he pushes down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Who is that coming out and following behind Logan? Is that a... hunchback?
Erin Robbins: He appeared in a Logan promo a few weeks ago. His name is Otto, Logan's personal assistant.
The hunchback, Otto, waddles behind Logan. Otto keeps his eyes to the ground, seemingly shy to the masses that are gathered around them. Otto hurries past Logan, climbing down to all fours. Logan steps onto Otto's back, pushing himself off onto the apron to grab at the ring ropes.
Erin Robbins: Logan just used his hunchback, Otto, as a personal stairwell. Now that's a damn good assistant!
Zach Davis: So demeaning.
Erin Robbins: He didn't seem to mind.
Logan steps through the ropes and into the ring, producing a microphone from his pocket. The music along with the audience die down soon enough. Otto joins Logan's side in the ring.
Logan: It's about time.
Logan looks around at the audience, awaiting a reaction.
Logan: I said it's about time! It's about time a red headed retard or a diaper wearing soft pee-pee pants bitch isn't running WCF anymore. Finally the REAL DEAL is back in charge, Seth Lerch.
Mostly cheers ring throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: Never expected Seth Lerch to get a pop, but these people were obviously sick to death of Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: Excuse me? Sarah was the greatest owner WCF ever had!
Logan: Seth Lerch is a man's man, and he knows when a man wants a week or two to himself. I asked Seth, I said... HEY SETH. He said, HEY LOGAN... GREATEST WCF SUPERSTAR EVER, WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
Zach Davis: Well, like it or not, that's hard to argue.
Logan: I need a few weeks off paid to eat hotdogs, and he said okay. No questions asked. THAT is a real friend, a real owner, a real damn good man. So, let us take this opportunity to welcome back the return of right, the return of Seth Lerch!
Otto claps, as does Logan.
Logan: Now with that out of the way... how're you boudles doing tonight?
After asking the audience, Logan looks over to Otto, urging him on to speak into the microphone Otto has withdrew from his pocket.
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan grins, and continues to address the audience.
Logan: Getting your moneys worth out of these dirt bag wrestlers?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Otto shouts Logan's catchphrase out to the crowd whenever Logan directs him too. Soon enough, he will not need Logan's direction, and this will become a natural routine.
Zach Davis: Wow. Logan's having this guy do his own dirty one liners for him too.
Logan: The matches so far sucked? You want a refund?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: You do? You don't? Why does Fly keep getting title defenses against jokes?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: Steve Orbit wasn't a joke?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: Waylon Cash is a joke?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: They're both jokes! Jonny Fly, you're lucky I'm the Hardcore Champion. I'd stomp your Flygina in and take back my WCF World Championship if I wasn't...
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: Yes. MY world title.
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: I SAID MY WORLD BELT! But, I'm a fair guy. I wouldn't want to hog all the championships around here.
Otto: And he could if he wanted to.
Logan: Damn right. Every single one of them. Actually, The Thickness is fortunate they vacated when they did. Any given day, whenever I wanted, I could have taken both of them hamster stuffing assholes straight to Connector City at the drop of a ticket.
Otto: SHUT UP! DROP OF A TICKET!
Logan: Won the tag belts for myself and my jumbo hotdog of treachery. Hell, he's as big as a midget, might as well count as another person.
Otto: BIG AS A MIDGET!
Zach Davis: Did Logan just say he had a midget dick?
Logan: SHUT UP! NO! I said it's the size of an actual midget.
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: You don't think so? You do? You don't? You want to see it?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: So yup, you count your periods and your blessings, Fly.
Logan: Because if I wasn't already a champion I'd snatch that gold off your waist just like that.
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: I SAID JUST LIKE THAT!
Otto: JUST LIKE THAT.
Logan: So in short, everyone backstage besides myself, Otto, and Roy Speede... and uh, Chello, are all worthless boudles that aren't worth the Face of Treachery's time. I'll wrestle you soft bitches whenever I feel like it. I will defend this Hardcore title whenever I feel like it. Seth Lerch is back, babygurls, so I'll do whatever the hell I want!
Otto: LERCH! WHATEVER HE WANTS!
Logan: Maybe I'll take a week off and eat more hotdogs. I will? I won't?
Otto: SHUT UP!
Logan: Enjoy the rest of this crappy show and it's crappy main event all thanks to the crappy wrestlers wrestling tonight.
Logan slams his microphone down, as does Otto. They begin exiting the ring and we cut to commercial.
Erin Robbins: With Seth Lerch back at the helm, Logan seems to think he can get his way.
Zach Davis: Well.. it is Payback, and he isn't defending his belt tonight. And the week prior, rumors backstage leaked that Seth booked Logan in a Hardcore title match only to cancel it hours later.
Erin Robbins: H'm.
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a full black suit with a white tie, overly dapper on this fine PPV evening. CD walks on down to the ring while the fans cheer, nothing really special. He enters the ring via the ring steps and going through the ropes, nice suit and all. A microphone is called for, one is thrown into the ring to CD.
Corey Black: I'm going to get right down to business. No bones about it - WCF is in a state of decline. There's just so much bullshit happening, nobody is here to rectify anything. Gravedigger is owner, Eric Price is owner, Sarah Twilight is owner, Seth Lerch is owner with Eric Price as commissioner.. the revolving door of who the boss is continuing to spin. I want the days of WCF back when the boys and girls in the locker room didn't have to look over their shoulder to see if management was coming to get them or make some random-ass rules or even favor other wrestlers.
This isn't about management though. I'm through fighting that battle. I'm Corey Black, I AM WCF, I don't need anybody to tell me what I can and cannot do. Some shit just doesn't make sense to me. Why exactly is Waylon Cash fighting for the World Title tonight? What has he done other than play grab-ass with S-PAC? An apparent "superfaction" within the company filled with second rate wrestlers and third rate people. They've bested the test of time, yet still haven't ascended into being "great." Seen that before. Will see it again. Whoop-de-doo.
It's a sad state of affairs when a title is being defended via drinking contest. Or we lose long reigning champions just because they lost to someone they don't like. Or, by god, having women running around talking to teddy bears. This is a business. This is a platform for the best wrestlers in the world to showcase their talents and earn a little glory. Not a fucking circus. We are athletes, let's act like we have some fucking respect for ourselves, those that came before us, and the history of the sport.
We have new guys coming and going, some come and stay but are only in it for themselves. I get it, it's wresting, we fight to win. There's a process that has to take place, though. You're not going to be able to walk in and demand to fight the best WCF has to offer. I may not devote all of my time to this company, but I earned the right to do as I please. If I wanted a main event match with the best wrestler in the company next week, all I really have to do is ask. Depending on who is in charge, that is, I suppose. Whatever, no matter who it is, they know I'll put on a great match and garner attention. That's not my point though. My point is earning the spot you want on the card. You might be flashy and you can do three flips before landing, but if you don't win, you won't make it. Jordan Caliban, for instance. This guy runs his mouth like it's the last thing he'll ever do, we have a match where I put him down without much of a question as to if it could have gone the other way - and yet HE STILL runs his mouth about how I am a terrible person and a bad competitor because my machete may have cut his side a little bit. A-fuckin'-boo-hoo. Then, of all things, slam chair shot in the back of my skull and hitey tidey ho, Caliban scampers off and gets the last laugh. This guy didn't even have a contract. Management is too busy handing themselves over to cops and quitting to take notice of the crap happening on - and off - the roster. I took the matters into my own hands, I got the job done, and yet here he is. He was supposed to be here tonight, right in the front row. I don't see him now. Must be changing his tampon.
Either way you slice it, there's a couple of guys in this company that I want to invite to the ring. Friends of mine that may be slipping off a little bit. Turmoil between them and all, I need Jayson Price, Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly in this ring - PRONTO.
Black sets the microphone at his side and waits. With little fanfare, one by one, Jayson Price, Steve Orbit, and Jonny Fly appear on the stage and make their way down to the ring. They each take position in separate corners. Black brings the microphone back to his lips.
Corey Black: This shit is over. All three of you are friends of mine, but you’re all doing your own thing, and I don’t like the road any of you are going down. All three of you have serious issues, and you need to get your shit together. Not just in your personal lives, but with one another. This company needs the four of us on the same page.
The first person to step forward is Orbit. He calls for a mic.
Steve Orbit: Aight Corey, I see what you're trying to do here. I respect you, homie, but I'm not sure what personal issues I have that you bringing up out here in front of everyone. I don't know why we gotta do this out here, especially with THIS mother fucker.
Orbit obviously points to Fly.
Steve Orbit: Look, I ain't got no problem with you, or Price, but I don't even feel right standing in the ring with Fly right now. And to be honest, I don't really appreciate you putting me in this position right now. I just... I don't know, man.
Jayson Price waits for Orbit to finish and then steps forward and grabs the microphone from Black. He then turns around and faces Steve Orbit.
Jayson Price: Let me just start off by saying Steve, I have no problems with you. You had history with the other Price that was running around WCF in Cryogenix while I was gone, and that's whatever. You and me, we don't have any history. You're a pretty chill dude, you never got involved in my business, so in my book you and I could be great friends.
Price then turns around and faces both Corey Black and Jonny Fly
Jayson Price: But you two...fuck, do we have some history. I don't know what all went down while I was gone, when the other me was running around with the two of you in Pantheon and then in Cryogenix, but I know how things turn out for me when I trust a group of people. And I especially know just what kind of people the two of you are. Black, I've known you since I first started out here, and yeah we've had our share of good moments but the bad moments outnumber them two to one. Believe me, the only reason that I bothered to come out here was because no matter how often I feel like ripping your throat out, I can't ignore the fact that you were the only person that ever thought "why the fuck shouldn't Jay Price get a chance at the World Title?". When Seth Lerch and Mark Markman and all the other bullshit authority figures in the past wouldn't give me a chance, you took a gamble on me, you put me in a World Title match with that man right there...
Price raised his hand and points at Fly.
Jayson Price: ...and you told me to go out there and prove the whole fucking world wrong. And what did I do? I pinned Jonny Fly in this ring. The first and only person to pin that son of a bitch with the World Title on the line and walk out as the champion. And for that opportunity, I do thank you and I do have a small measure of respect for you. But then, when I hear you saying things like how I "wasted" the opportunity that you gave me and agreeing with the trash out there that like to make jokes about my short reign, all that respect goes out the fucking window. Did I drop the belt right back to Fly weeks later? Yeah, I did. But I didn't waste shit Corey. I went out there and I did what no one else had ever done before, and still has yet to do, at XIII. I proved on that night that I can go toe to toe with Jonny Fly and beat him. Can you say that Corey? Can you say you've ever gone toe to toe with this man on a big time stage and won?
Price pauses as he looks to Black, almost as if he's waiting for him to say something.
Jayson Price: Yeah, dropping the title a few weeks later sucked but hey, it was to Fly. The guy's a fucking beast in the ring and there's no shame in losing to him. But you Black, you made it out to be some big thing. Like I was taking the opportunity you gave me and slapping you in the face. For that, for the bullshit you've spouted out since then about it, I say fuck you. But no, that's not it, there's more. You want the four of us to all be on the same page? Fuck I can be on the same page with Steve, I actually trust him. Fly? Hey, what the hell, I'm sure I can get on the same page as him after we sit down and have a little talk one on one about everything. But you? How in the fuck can you and I be on the same page when I'll never be able to trust you?
Again Price pauses as he stares down Black.
Jayson Price: I like how you brought up your match with Caliban, that really refreshes things in my mind. You see watching that match from ringside like I was, seeing you stab Caliban with a machete, brought back some memories from the last XIII. You remember that right? A little secret show you put on with my clone. Except you didn't know that it was my clone, did your Corey? No, it wasn't until later on you found that. You remember what you did in that match Corey?
Price steps forward, closing the distance between he and Black.
Jayson Price: YOU TOOK A FUCKING MACHETE TO HIS HAND! A machete...to his hand. In your mind you thought you were in the ring with me and you still pulled out a machete on someone that, up until then, you had called a friend and you cut off one of his fingers. How long have you been wanting to do that Corey? You want to pull out a machete and take a few swings at me right now? Maybe this time you wanna go for the whole fucking arm?
Price holds out his arm, offering it to Black who simply stares back at Price.
Jayson Price: Trust you? Tell you what, you tell me just why I should trust you to have my back when I can't trust that you aren't still having thoughts about dismembering me, and maybe I'll consider burying the hatchet rather than using it.
And with that, Price tosses the microphone to the mat and walks back to his corner. Jonny Fly steps forward and takes the microphone away from Orbit.
Jonny Fly: Look, I know I've done some fucked up things. I’m not going to speak in specifics, but there are people that I've wronged. Some of them might be in this ring right now. I’m working on my issues. However, I agree with CD about the state of this company, and I agree about doing something about it.
With that Fly approaches Steve Orbit. He sticks out his hand.
Jonny Fly: Let’s bury the hatchet once and for all.
Orbit looks down at Fly’s hand. He looks over to Black who nods his head. Orbit looks like he’s about to shake Fly’s hand..but instead pushes him away. He turns and slides out of the ring.
Jonny Fly: Steve! STEVE!
Orbit doesn’t even turn around. He walks up the ramp and disappears to the back. Corey Black reaches down and grabs the microphone Jayson Price tossed away.
Corey Black: Look, mistakes have been made, we've been over that. You can't trust me because I took a machete and chopped off your clone's finger, I can't trust you because you're a drunken idiot twenty three hours out of the day. What can I say, we all have our issues. But if for one minute you could grow the hell up, think clearly and put down the bottle, you could see that I'm standing in front of you right now trying to make things right between us so that we could get past all this crap and get back to making this company what it once was. Now what do you say Price? For once in your life can you be a man, accept my apology and say that you trust me?
Price again stares at Black as he walks over and takes the microphone from his hand.
Jayson Price: Let me be perfectly clear when I say this. I'll agree to bury the hatchet right now and put the past behind us, despite my reservations about trusting you. But I'm telling you right now Black, if you make me look like a fool for going against my better judgement and believing what you've said tonight, there will be no reconciling or hatchet burying in our future because I'll rectify my error the only way I know how.
Price stares down Black as he shoves the microphone back into his chest and then heads for his corner. Black watches Price walk away and then looks back and forth between he and Fly.
Corey Black: So, are we all cool?
Fly and Price nod their heads.
Corey Black: Good. With that out of the way, here’s the real reason I brought the four of you out here. I wish Orbit would have stuck around, but regardless, I want to resurrect Pantheon!
HUGE pop from the crowd.
Corey Black: This company NEEDS Pantheon. It needs a group of people who are above the bullshit and childishness. Let’s bring it back, what do you guys say?
Fly smiles and immediately takes the microphone from Black and answers.
Jonny Fly: Fuck yes!
Jayson Price: Yeah, I'm in.
Black and Price share a handshake, then Price and Fly, and finally Black and Fly. They raise their arms in unison to the crowd. As they finish, Fly brings the microphone back to his mouth.
Jonny Fly: Now…I believe I have a World Title to defend.
Black and Price nod and slide out of the ring, making their way to the back.
Zach Davis: Well, with Jonny Fly already out here in the ring, there's only one thing left to do before we get this under way!
Erin Robbins: The NEXT WCF World Champion is about to walk through that curtain! I can't wait!
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the challenger ... being accompanied to the ring by Scott Savage ... from Macon, Georgia ... weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds .... WAYLON CASH!!
He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Zach Davis: This one about to get going in a hurry. Fly looks primed and ready.
Erin Robbins: Waylon looks ready for the greatest night of his life!
Senior Referee Stanley Moser collects the World Championship from Jonny Fly and holds it high to signify that this was indeed a World Championship encounter. Moser shows the prize to Waylon who looks at it with a gleam in his eyes.
Zach Davis: Customary to display the prize to the challenger. Let them have a final reminder of what's at stake.
Waylon grabs the world championship from Moser, Looking at it. The crowd 's boos drown out all other sound in the arena. He continues to taunt the crowd with the championship, showacsing that it will soon be his. Moser instructs him to turn over the championship so that the match can begin, but Waylon ignores him.
Zach Davis: Hold onto it while you can asshole!
Erin Robbins: I love how you and everyone else ust assume that Waylon Cash can't get the job done here tonight. I will find it very amusing when all of you are proven wrong.
Zach Davis: Yeah, remember you said that when this is all over. Spoiler Alert: Fly wins at the end.
Fly grows tired of Cash's self appreciating stall tactics, He rushes him in the corner and NAILS him with lefts and rights before the bell can even be rung. The crowd is going INSANE. Cash tries to get away from the onslaught of the champion to collect himself but to no avail. Fly sends a HARD boot to Cash's head sending the challenger down. Cash scrambles on the ring, still dragging the World Title with him as if he were already the Champ. Fly continues to stalk him. Though suddenly, Cash jumps up and tries to hit him in the face with the belt, but he DUCKS! Fly YANKS his WCF World Championship from Cash, and BLASTS Cash in the skull with it. He takes the championship that is rightfully his own and holds it skyward to a unusual MASSIVE POP. This Miami crowd favoring Jonny Fly over Waylon Cash.The crowd continues to erupt and Fly discards the World Title. Moser removes it from the ring, finally calling for the bell.
Erin Robbins: Fly already has Cash on injured with a CHEAP shot. The bell has JUST rung! The match hadn't even started and look at the damage that has been done!
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly isn't here to play games. He's the WCF World Champion and Waylon Cash is going to find out the hard way what happens when you step into the ring with someone the caliber of Jonny Fly.
Waylon scrambles to his feet but stumbles and falls back to the canvas after receiving the shot to the head from the World Title. Fly continues his assault as he forces him back to his feet, sending Cash into the turnbuckle with a HARD Irish whip. The force of impact causes Cash to bounce off the turnbuckle and step a few steps forward clutching his back. Fly is there to meet him as he delivers a devestating running European Uppercut that takes Cash completely off his feet. The back of Cash's head bounces off the mat with a sickening thud.
Zach Davis: This is nothing short of a beating, plain and simple. Waylon Cash is getting a leasson in wrestling here tonight and then some! He is finding out the hard way what being in a FIGHT is all about.
Erin Robbins: How can you condone this? Fly attacked him before the match even started!
Zach Davis: He was using stall tactics. He decided to get the match started and quite frankly, so what?
Fly remains on the attack as he heads over to Cash once again, he hauls him up by the hair. He sends him barreling into the turnbuckle once again. He follows him in with a running knee to the midsection. Cash gasps out as the air is driven from him. But there is no repreive at all. Fly takes him to the opposite turnbukcle and REPEATS the process. Cash doubles over in pain as he clenches his abdomen. Though the small bit of relief he is afforded is short lived as Fly DRIVES his head down into the canvas with a DDT. Fly then drags him away from the corner and drops down for the cover. Moser checks the shouldders and gets into position.
Cash frantically shoots his left shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Fly already getting into the head of Cash Waylon with an early pinfall attempt. Make no mistake about it, that wasn't expected to finish him off, that was simply to get to him.
Erin Robbins: Don't be ridiculous. A DDT this early just wasn't enough to put him away. Fly isn't as good as she thinks he is.
Fly gets back to his feet and he smirks as Cash, kinda loopy after the shots turns and looks at Moser with a worried on his face. He has the senior official reasssure him that it was only two.
Zach Davis: You were saying, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Oh be quiet, he is just being sure!
Cash staggers to his feet after the reassurance that he was still in this and he stumbles right into a waiting, no nonsense Jonny Fly who sends him up and over with a Vertical Suplex! Cash CRASHES into the mat and howls in agony, though he manages to roll himself to the outside. He clutches his back and looks in the ring at Fly, shaking his head in frustration.
Zach Davis: He isn't going to win the match standing around outside.
Erin Robbins: He knows that, he's just taking a time out.
Zach Davis: There are no time outs!
Cash plays up some stall tactics outside the ring, finding himself time for a breather. Fly isn't having any of it. Fly exits the ring and grabs hold of him, DRAGGING him back to the ring, not allowing him to catch a second wind.
Zach Davis: There will be no easy way outs for Waylon Cash on this night! He is getting taken to the woodshed and I tell you, there couldn't be a grander sight in the entire worldd!
Fly RUNS Cash into the ringpost before depositing him back into the ring. The crowd again ROARS MASSIVELY.
Erin Robbins: And what the hell was that? Why isn't HE being disqualified?
Zach Davis: I saw nothing wrong with that. This is a world championship bout. The rules can be bent to a degree.
Cash is clearly dazed, but he tries his best to get up and manages to get to his hands and knees. He begins crawling away from Fly, who methodically stalks him. Cash flails his arms at the ropes, trying to pull himself up and evntually he does. Though once he gets himself balanced, Fly grabs hold of his waist from behind and takes him over for a HARD release German suplex. Cash again BOUNCES off the canvas and is OUT of it. Fly crawls over for the cover, hooking the leg. Moser in position.
Cash drapes his leg over the bottom rope as he was close enough. This breaks the count, though Cash is pretty out of it.
Zach Davis: That was a close one! Cash was almost sent packing already.
Erin Robbins: No! Cash is fine, he just needs time to get prepared.
Zach Davis: He's had WEEKS to prepare!
Erin Robbins: He needed more time!
Fly moves in, hauling Cash up by the head once again, though this time, he shoots a well placed thumb to his eye, staggering the champion back. Cash takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs and now he gains a sense of confidence as he grabs Fly up for a scoop piledriver. He PLANTS him into the canvas and wastes NO time going for the cover. Moser checks Fly's shoulders and starts his count.
Fly shoots his shoulders off of the mat. The crowd roars as he kicks out.
Zach Davis: Cash mounting an offense now and he tries for the quick pinfall. Fly with the kickout.
Erin Robbins: That kinda looked like three to me.
Zach Davis: Get real!
Waylon now stomping away at Fly enjoying every second of it, every single stomp meaning something to him as he looks to completely take the wind out of the champ! And with a determined rage, now he starts elbowing him right in the chest, again! And again! And again!
Zach Davis: Waylon viciously attacking Fly here.
Waylon now looks to the audience and raises his hand and grins at them, prematurely celebrating his victory as the crowd continues to boo him. Fly down as Cash goes to the corner and gets up on the top rope.
Erin Robbins: Oh my, this is high risk here, he shouldn’t do this. He goes for it.
Zach Davis: And he connects with the elbow drop right to Fly! Cover!
And no, Fly Fly manages to kick out! Cash Waylon looks infuriated as he starts arguing with the official over the count of how this could be.
Erin Robbins: And Waylon Cash is as shocked as anyone that Fly was able to kick out of that, he does not understand nor does he know how he survived that.
Waylon gets back on the offensive however as Fly is down and he starts choking him out. The official admonishing him for that.
Zach Davis: And now Waylon showing his desperation here, choking Fly out as the official quickly admonishes him for that.
Zach Davis: And finally Waylon lets go, he knows a disqualification would cost him any chance he may have had of winning the title so he is being careful. Personally, I wish he would have disqualified himself.
Erin Robbins: Such bias, that’s horrible. Waylon Cash is trying to live the dream here!
Waylon lets go but slaps Fly in the face for good measure and now he grabs his legs and sets him up for a Boston Crab! Fly is now in excruciating pain!
Zach Davis: And Waylon in control here as he has Fly in a Boston Crab but he quickly reaches the ropes here and Waylon has to break the hold! Break it damn it! Ref get in there!
Erin Robbins: Hey, he’s following the rules.
Zach Davis: And Waylon taking advantage of every rule possible as he feels his opportunity slipping from his grasp.
Cash now drags Fly to a corner by his legs and lifts him up right into the corner.
Erin Robbins: Waylon now lifting Fly up to the corner and oh my, he got a face full of turnbuckle and Waylon now seeing him stumble a bit and pulls him up over his shoulder ... PEACH STREET SLAM!!
Zach Davis: No, come on Fly, come on!
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Zach Davis: And thankfully a kick out!
Waylon now looks absolutely livid as he starts banging on the ring screaming “THIS IS BULLSHIT” not understanding what it will take to put Fly away here tonight!
Erin Robbins: And Waylon absolutely losing his temper here, completely incredulous to Fly kicking out despite all this punishment.
Zach Davis: He has something Waylon does not, he has heart!
Erin Robbins: Oh quit sucking up.
Waylon completely losing it, he steps out of the ring and quickly grabs a steel chair from the outside.
Zach Davis: And oh my, looks like Waylon is going to disqualify himself here as he brings that steel chair into the ring. The ref trying to stop him. Waylon arguing with the ref however.
As Waylon argues with the ref, Benjamin Atreyu slides into the ring from behind and as Fly Fly is getting up, he hauls him up and NAILS Requiem in D Minor! The crowd booing like crazy as this happens.
Erin Robbins: Waylon still arguing with the official but wait, what’s this, that’s Benjamin Atreyu, and Fly getting up taken out! He's down! New Champion! NEW CHAMPION!
Zach Davis: And Atreyu quickly running away to the back as the ref was completely distracted. Come on ref, do your damn job, god damn S-PAC and the numbers game. Cash now letting go of the chair and throwing it to the outside as he gets into the ring, the ref completely unaware of what happened.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Erin Robbins: Smart man, smart man!
Zach Davis: And now a cover, it’s academic here!
Waylon now confidently strutting into the ring as Fly is down and out and he goes straight for the cover!
Zach Davis: And oh my God, Fly still kicks out! Despite Waylon’s best efforts, he still can’t get the job done, even with help.
Waylon: Stay down you stupid son of a bitch!
Zach Davis: And Waylon losing his composure here because he knows he can’t beat Fly, he cannot do it!
Erin Robbins: Please, Waylon is just getting started against him.
Waylon goes to grab Fly but the champ gets a quick rollup against him.
Zach Davis: And Waylon barely manages to kick out of that one, we almost put this one in the books!
Fly getting up as Waylon is in disbelief about that quick rollup and he hits a clothesline against him and connects successfully as Fly is down again!
Erin Robbins: And Waylon now elbowing his knee, really viciously attacking his right knee here trying to cripple him tonight.
Waylon starts hitting his elbow against Fly's knee, once, twice, three times, four times, five times and then decides to start stomping on it to inflict as much pain as possible. He then grabs Fly who is still down and grabs him by the head. He lifts him up and hits a snap suplex against him!
Zach Davis: Viciously attacking his right knee and now getting him up and a suplex from Waylon to Fly! Pinfall attempt here!
Erin Robbins: But yet again, Fly kicks out! HOW?!
Waylon in shock over the fact that Fly is still in this match. Waylon extremely frustrated, Fly recuperating as Waylon quickly acts to grab him by the neck and WHAM, a DDT to Fly here. He goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: And Fly kicks out yet again! Showing great heart and great resiliency, he’s taking everything this devious challenger can muster and clearly, Waylon cannot beat him.
Erin Robbins: Please, you don’t know that. Come on Waylon, calm down!
Waylon coming unhinged at this point not comprehending how Fly is still in this match, he nearly starts pulling his hair out. He grabs a handful of Fly's hair and pulls him to his feet only to be taken down by a perfect standing dropkick! Waylon tumbles down, shocked and he rolls himself back to his feet. He rushes at Fly who takes him down with a Spinebuster. The crowd is on their feet yet AGAIN as they roar with excitement!
Zach Davis: This capacity crowd is firmly behind Fly. As unusual as that may be, they simply don't like Waylon Cash.
Erin Robbins: I...I just don't understand! He should be finished already! This is impossible!
Zach Davis: No Erin, it is what everyone knew all along and that you and Cash are just finding out!
Fly back to his feet and the crowd is going BONKERS. Waylon scrambles to get back to his feet, as he does, he receives a kick to the gut and Fly hauls him up for a double underhook powerbomb. He stays with it for the cover.
Erin Robbins: PHEW! Cash kicks out! That was close!
Zach Davis: Fly is again taking it to Waylon Cash. Showcasing exactly why he is the WCF World Champion!
Cash rolls onto his stomach as he was a bit banged up and wanted to avoid another pinfall. A pinfall he avoids, however he does not avoid having his arms pulled back behind him and Fly's boot planted on the back of his head.
Zach Davis: And a curbstomp! Smashing Cash's face into the canvas. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Erin Robbins: You are so hateful!
Zach Davis: Well duh! I'm just calling it how I see it.
Cash rolls himself near the corner, trying to get away. Fly moves in after him again. Cash this time kicks away in desperation. Fly is backed off for a moment and that is all that Cash needs, he pulls himself back up with the ropes and backs himself against the turnbuckle. Fly rushes him immediately, but Cash pulls Stanly Moser in front of him and darts out of the way at the last second! Fly tries to stop himself but he COLLIDES with the referee. Moser is down and out.
Zach Davis: Uh oh...this isn't good. I know how this goes.
Erin Robbins: Cash has a chance here! Get him! Get him!
As Fly turns around from the collision with the ref, Cash attempts the Killshot! However, Fly spins out of it and lands him with a death valley driver instead! Cash hits the canvas hard and sits up, moving his hands up to hold his head. Fly moves in, wrapping Cash up into a torturous Indian Death Lock.
Zach Davis: MY SUPREMACY!
Erin Robbins: NO! NO! NO!
Cash screams out in pain, struggling for a few moments. Fly wrenches the hold, cinching it tighter. Cash screams and moans in pain, trying to continue fighting it but eventually he starts TAPPING! Waylon Cash is TAPPING OUT!
Zach Davis: Damn it there's no referee!
Erin Robbins: Oh Thank God!
Fly doesn't release the hold being as no one is there to signal the match having ended and he just continues to apply pressure to the hold. Cash is SCREAMING and the crowd is in a FRENZY.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash damn near begging for his life and he will get NO REMORSE! There is no referee to stop it, there is no mercy. Waylon getting EXACTLY what he came for ... the full Jonny Fly experience!
Erin Robbins: He's already tapped, let him go! He can't win without a referee. Why do this? Because he is a cheater that's why!
Zach Davis: Nothing he is doing is against the rules! He is--hey wait a damn minute!
Erin Robbins: Finally, justice!
The hold IS broken however as Chelsea Black Armstrong comes out of NOWHERE and KICKS Fly in the head, causing him to release his grip. The crowd boos like MAD.
Zach Davis: AGAIN! AGAIN Cash's cohorts interfere! This is bullshit!
Erin Robbins: All she's doing is stopping that ANIMAL from permanently injuring Cash!
Zach Davis: I have had enough of your nonsense! He's out here to cost Fly the match and the championship!
Armstrong hauls Fly to his feet and pulls him Beautiful Disaster into the canvas. The crowd is looking like they are ready to RIOT! Cash favors his shoulders a bit but manages to slide over into the cover while Chelsea heads over to the fallen Moser and shakes him almost violently to get him back to focus. Armstrong slides out from the ring as Moser adjusts his vision to see Cash covering Fly.
Zach Davis: No, not like this!
Erin Robbins: What? This is poetic justice right here!
Fly defiantly shoots a shoulder up! Cash turns RED with seething anger.
Zach Davis: YES! YES! Fly is still in this!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?! HOW?! THIS IS UNREAL!
Zach Davis: Fly will NOT stay down! THIS is why he walked in here as the WCF World Champion tonight! THIS is why this capacity crowd is rooting him on here tonight. And THIS is why Jonny Fly will LEAVE here as the WCF World Champion.
Chelsea climbs back into the ring behind Moser, who was still mostly out of it and couldn't tell everything that is going on and she STOMPS on him, putting him back out of commission. Armstrong hauls Fly back to his feet and TOSSES him out to ringside. Cash is frantically trying to figure out what to do and Chelsea motions him to calm down as she slowly climbs outside to 'handle it.'
Erin Robbins: What is she going to do?
Zach Davis: What else? Help Waylon CHEAT!
Chelsea climbs out onto the apron and hops down from the ring. She has a smirk on her face as she slowly moves toward Fly who is trying to make it back to his feet using the guardrail and time keeper's table. Digger approaches, and without warning, Fly grabs hold of a steel chair and and BLASTS Armstrong in the FACE and the newest edition to S-PAC DROPS!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Haha! Lights out Chelsea!
Erin Robbins: That wasn't right! He hit a WOMAN with a weapon!
Zach Davis: Oh please! She shouldn't have been out here so all bets are OFF!
Cash is looking around in ALL directions in the ring, his jaw is agape as Fly now turns his attention right back at him. He steps into the ring, Cash makes a dash at him but he is GRABBED! The crowd is on their feet AGAIN!
Zach Davis: Nowhere to go!
Erin Robbins: This isn't right! It just isn't right!
Fly takes Cash by the back on the head and walks him to one of the turnbuckles as he continues to freak out. Fly SLAMS him FACE first into the turnbuckle pad as the crowd counts along in unison.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! ...
There is a pause as he pulls his head back farther and..
Zach Davis: And that was absolutely BEAUTIFUL!
Erin Robbins: Fly could kill him and these idiots would enjoy it and cheer!
Zach Davis: Can you blame them? These people just plain don't like Waylon Cash. And I don't see any reason why they should. He wanted to step up to the plate and he's striking out HARD!
Cash stumbles back from the turnbuckle and Fly is there for a rebound suplex that dumps him on his head. Fly moves in on the dazed challenger. Cash sees his one opportunity and as Fly leans in to collect him around he sends a kick up at his face. Fly stumbles back, Cash pops up and ...KILLSHOT!!!! The crowd is BOOING like mad. Cash rushes to Stanley Moser and shakes him. The senior official is stirring and Cash drags him over near Fly as he goes for the cover. Moser counts.
Zach Davis: MY GOD DID HE ACTUALLY DO IT?!
THE CROWD ERUPTS! Fly AGAIN shoots his shoulders off the mat and Cash is damn near CRYING.
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!! NO! NO WAY! NO!
Cash is arguing still, but Moser reaffirms his stance that it was only a two count. Cash loses it, he paces back and forth, looking down at Fly.
Waylon Cash: WHY WON'T YOU STAY DOWN?
He tugs at his hair and tries to think, think of anything he can do. Finally, an idea clicks. He hauls Fly to hIS feet and brings hIM toward the turnbuckle. He hoists him up on his shoulders as he begins to climb the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Oh my GOD! He is going to?
Zach Davis: He's thinking KILLSHOT from the top! He is crazed! This is going to be bad!
He gets to the second turnbuckle and turns to face forward to lift Fly and drop him down with his trademark move, but he slides himself free behind him! He SHOVES Cash from the top with a free throw that causes Cash to land flat on his back in agony..
Zach Davis: Fly saving himself from that predicament and Cash in trouble!
Fly finally steadies himself on the top rope. He leaps off of the top and ....FLY SWATTER!
Zach Davis: It's over! It HAS to be!
Erin Robbins: NO! This can't be! KICK OUT WAYLON!
Fly takes a good brunt of the impact himself after such a brutal night but manages to drape an arm over Cash and hook the leg. Stanley Moser is there for the count, although still a bit dazed. The crowd counts along with him.
Bell rings! and the ROOF nearly EXPLODES with CHEERS!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and STILL WCF World Heavyweight Champion ... JONNY FLY!!!
Zach Davis: And Jonny Fly RETAINS! Waylon Cash tried everything he could think of from outside help, to blatant cheating to steal the WCF World Championship away. But in the end, the Era of Jonny Fly continues!
Erin Robbins: I can't believe this. This is a travesty! Waylon Cash was primed and ready to be the new face of WCF! He had all the tools to carry the banner for us into 2014.
Fly is handed the WCF World Championship as he catches his breath and "300 Violin Orchestra" hits the arena once again.
Zach Davis: But he wasn't able to get the job done. In fact, I don't know if there is anyone on the WCF Roster who is going to be able to dethrone Jonny Fly. It might just be an impossible task to accomplish.
Suddenly the lights to the arena go black as a spotlight shines down upon Jonny Fly inside of the ring. His theme halts immediately and is replaced by a loud voice over the loudspeakers.
"And they cried many, who among us can conquer the beast? Who can challenge him with the very might that he has shown us? Who among us can remove him from his throne of deceit and take his place at the head of our masses?"
"If there is any who can come forward, do not have us wait. Come forward! Our wait has been endured long enough."
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
Erin Robbins: I honestly don't know.
"The wait is over. The time to reclaim my kingdom has come. It will begin ... like this."
"The Only One" by Evanescence hits as the crowd begins to BOO like crazy. Fly rises to his feet in the ring and sighs with a look on his face of "You've got to be kidding me." Sarah Twilight emerges from the back and the crowd's boos grow even LOUDER.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! This isn't going to be good.
Erin Robbins: I think you just got your answer. There IS someone who can go toe to toe with Jonny Fly. She just walked out here!
Zach Davis: The tension in this arena right now is unbelievable! You can feel every bit of it.
Erin Robbins: It's been two years almost! Two years since these two last stood across from each other in the ring.
Sarah makes her way down the ramp, never looking at the crowd, never stopping or posing. Her eyes remain deadlocked with Jonny Fly's. Fly lays down the world championship and his eyes stay focused on Sarah as well. He is exhausted after a long match, but he is ready to fight. Sarah makes her way straight down to the ring and hops up on the apron. The two stars engange in a staredown for a long moment. The crowd goes silent with anticipation.
Zach Davis: There is definitely no love lost between these two. It has indeed been almost two years since they competed against each other in the ring. But the silent brewing rivarly has always been talked about. Those whispered rumors are no more. It's here and now!
Erin Robbins: If you talk about a collision course. Whatever is about to happen between these two ... it isn't going to be pretty I can tell you that!
In one swift motion Sarah climbs through the ropes and gets into the ring. She stands face to face with the World Champion. The stare shared between the two was nothing short of legendary. A deep seeded fire of hatred being excahnged among them. Fly not in the mood for this here and now, and Sarah having every intention of making her statement at Fly's expense. The crowd livens up once again and erupts in a wild frenzy, a mixture of cheers and boos as they watch on, waiting.
Zach Davis: Things are about to boil over! I can feel it!
Erin Robbins: Oh they've already boiled over. This is just the calm before the storm.
Finally, Sarah NAILS Fly with a hard right hand. He returns with a right of his own and the crowd is EATING IT UP as the two of the battle in the center of the ring like vicious animals ready to tear each other at the throat!
Zach Davis: HERE IT IS! Fly, Twilight! They are going at it and this crowd is loving every minute of it!
Erin Robbins: History is happening right here, right now! Two of, if not THEE two greatest stars on the roster today are out here tearing the roof off!
The back and forth battle continues until finally Fly gains a slight atvantage and sends one, two, three unanswered fists at Twilight. The crowd cheers him on as he grabs her for an Irish whip. She stops herself mid break and turns, sending a VERY questionable kick at Fly that IMMEDIATELY doubles him over.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! A low blow after the guy JUST competed!
Erin Robbins: This isn't a match Zach, what are they going to do, disqualify her?
The crowd immediately begins to boo as Sarah pulls Fly into her grasp, he is still trying to clutch his groin from the searing pain of the nasty kick. Sarah hauls Fly up and DROPS him with a TWILIGHT ZONE right onto his own World Championship! Fly is down and OUT of it. He lays face down on the canvas as Sarah stands over him, looking down with a twisted grin upon her face.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight looking down at that World Championship. She was the first and only woman in WCF to ever capture it and you know she'd like to hold the top prize again. Going through Jonny Fly to do that would be an undeniable statement to everyone on this roster.
Erin Robbins: Fly had to know that eventually this day would come. I can't wait! I think this is the greatest moment in WCF history!
Zach Davis: Gimmie a break! Jonny Fly JUST defended his world championship to be assaulted by Twilight right after. This is nothing more than self glorification in a moment that belongs to Jonny Fly!
Sarah reaches down and takes hold of the WCF World Championship. The crowd BOOS even louder and begin to toss trash toward the ring. Sarah looks down at the championship for a long moment as the booing frenzy of pissed off fans continue.
Zach Davis: And in a moment we've seen played out a thousand times before over the years. Sarah will hold the championship high, declaring that she will in fact become the next WCF Wor-- wait a minute WHAT?!
Sarah does not hold the championship skyward. Instead, she completely discards it. TOSSING it to the other side of the ring. It slides along the canvas and falls just outside of the ring. Sarah looks down at the prize she was interested in. She kneels down alongside Jonny Fly and forcefully GRABS a handful of his hair, holding his face up to the cameras in a display of dominance.
Erin Robbins: HO-LY-CRAP! This is about something WAAAAYYYY more sinister than Sarah becoming World Champion. I don't know what this is, but look at Jonny Fly, we've never seen him like that before.
Zach Davis: This is a hell of a message. Jonny Fly being displayed like a trophy ... like an animal skinned and gutted. I think the message has been sent loud and clear. But I can guarantee that when Fly gets back up, there is going to be HELL to pay for Sarah Twilight!
The last images we see is of a fallen Jonny Fly being VERY disrespectfully displayed to the cameras like a slab of meat on the chopping block. Trash litters the ring as an unhappy racuous crowd make their disdain known.
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