“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system. The crowd springs to its feet as Jonny Fly steps out onto the stage.
Zach Davis: Here comes THE MAN.
Erin Robbins: Stop being a fanboy, Zach.
Fly is dressed in a full suit, obviously not having yet prepared for his match later in the night. He pauses on the stage and stares out at the crowd, smiling. Slowly and deliberately, he begins to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. At the end of the ramp he takes a left and uses the steel ring steps to elevate himself into the ring. Fly calls for a microphone, receives one, and then motions for his music to be cut. As his theme song drowns out, Fly begins.
Jonny Fly: Bear with me tonight, folks. I’m out here to do something a little uncharacteristic. I’d like to invite Tyler Walker into the ring with me. Tyler – I know you’re here because I saw your space ship out front. Please come down to the ring.
We wait for a few moments. Finally, “I Like to Move It” by Reel 2 Reel begins to play. Tyler Walker jacket, black shades, a white tank top, and black shorts. Walker stares smugly at Fly in the ring, and slowly begins walking forward down the ramp. Walker climbs onto the apron and then ducks under the top rope to enter the ring. He immediately goes toe to toe with Fly.
Erin Robbins: These two did just face off last week, so there’s probably some bad blood here.
Zach Davis: But…Fly didn’t even wrestle in that match?
Fly mutters a few inaudible comments to Walker in the ring. Whatever is said, it seems to relax “The Beast” as he takes a few steps backward to await what Fly has to say.
Jonny Fly: Tyler – call it a hunch, but I see something in you. I think you have everything it takes to be great.
Erin Robbins: …
Zach Davis: This…has to be some sort of joke.
Walker nods his head, agreeing with the comment from Fly.
Jonny Fly: I mean look at you. You’re probably two times stronger than me. You have a great look. You’re fearless inside the ring. You’re determined. No matter how many times you lose, you keep getting up, and you’re right back at it the next week. For fuck sake, you’re a god damn alien. I’ve watched those movies. NOBODY wants to fuck with an Alien. I mean this in all seriousness, I respect you Tyler Walker. You’re the whole package. All you’re missing is the proper guidance.
Erin Robbins: …and skill, but whatever.
Jonny Fly: That’s where I come in. It’s occurred to me that I’ve never really given back to this industry. I take a lot from the wrestling world, but I’ve never given back. I want to do something that I’ve never done before. I want to teach someone what it takes to be great. I want to mold another Jonny Fly. Tyler, I want…to take you under my wing.
Zach Davis: No, no, no. This can’t be real. Fly’s playing him. He has to be.
Walker seems to be thinking the same thing. He’s skeptical. He takes the microphone from Fly.
Tyler Walker: i don’t need no help slut. i’m the best wrestler in the world.
Fly shakes his head and grabs back the microphone.
Jonny Fly: When’s the last time you won a match, Tyler?
Tyler Walker: me and B-haz win every every damn week.
Jonny Fly: No, no you don’t. Look, you have to understand that there’s an enormous gap between the two of us. I’ve won more World Titles than you’ve won matches. Don’t you want that for yourself, Tyler? Don’t you want to be a World Champion? A wrestler known around the world. Do you want to be feared, respected, and beloved? Or do you want to keep acting like you’ve already got it all figured out?
Walker begins to pace. He’s rubbing his chin and thinking over the offer. Finally, he turns back to Fly with a large smile on his face. He walks up to Fly and holds out his hand. Fly shakes it.
Erin Robbins: You have to be kidding me. I can’t believe this.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has offered to take Tyler Walker under his wing and teach him what it takes to be successful. This is going to be interesting, to say the least.
Walker grabs the microphone from Fly one last time.
Tyler Walker: does dis mean I get to be in Pantheon?
Fly laughs and grabs the microphone.
Jonny Fly: No. Absolutely not. You have to earn that right. This is the beginning of a new chapter for you, Tyler. Take it one day a time. Soon enough, “The Beast” will be at the top of this company. I promise you.
Fly grabs Walker’s hand and raises it in the air. The crowd cheers for the unlikely alliance. Fly and Walker exit the ring and head toward backstage.
As we come back from commercial, both Ultimate Destroyer and Isaiah Chavis are already in your ring.
Zach Davis: For those of you who're sad you didn't get to see an Isaiah Chavis entrance, fear not! He is competing again later tonight in the Cruiserweight Title match.
Erin Robbins: If he makes it that far!
Chavis runs at Destroyer and gets Clotheslined right down. Destroyer stomps viciously at Chavis.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer had the chance to pick the type for this match but he and the WCF officials couldn't come to a compromise.
Chavis gets up and Destroyer grabs him by the throat. Chavis kicks away and drops him with an Enziguri!
Erin Robbins: Oof!
Destroyer doesn't quite go down. Chavis runs at him and hits him with a headbutt to the abdomen. Destroyer bounces back. He runs at him again and this time Chavis hits a Dropkick... and again Destroyer won't go down.
Zach Davis: There's a huge size difference here but Chavis is doing his best!
Chavis runs at Destroyer again but Destroyer kicks him in the gut. Destroyer then hits a Powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: DAMN! It's over.
Destroyer drops down and pins Chavis.
No!, Chavis kicks out.
Zach Davis: He's got to be careful. He's got a Cruiserweight Title match later tonight!
Destroyer picks Chavis up and throws him to the ropes. As Chavis is coming back he sees that Destroyer has telegraphed his move and he is able to execute a Zig Zag.
Erin Robbins: MIGHTY DEATH POP!
And Chavis isn't done. He runs to the ropes and Springboards.
Zach Davis: CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE!
Chavis pins the Destroyer.
Erin Robbins: The Juggalo Warrior wins it!
Chavis stands up and gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: But it took two finishers to do it, Erin. And he's still got one more match to go tonight!
Chavis knows this. He doesn't wait around, and knows Destroyer will be pissed; Chavis quickly heads to the back.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring... From LAS VEGAS, NEVADAAAA.... Weighing in at 244 pounds... SCORPIOOOOOO...
The Scorpion by Megadeth begins to play, as Scorpio walks to the ring to very little fanfare either way.
Erin Robbins: Who the hell is this clown? You know anything about him?
Zach Davis: All I really know about him is that he's from Las Vegas, Nevada. Other than that, he's a huge mystery.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't look that big... At least his package don't...
Kyle Steel: And his opponents, from Chicago, Illinois, Asher COLE!!!
The lights fade to black and an ern appears on the jumbo tron. A few notes of Passive by a Perfect Circle begins to play. As the bass line hits, the ern explodes into a pheonix, and red pyros burst from the stage. Through the smoke, comes Asher. Walking SLOW and intentional. He makes his way down the ramp and up the steel steps. He climbs the back of the turnbuckle and slowly looks around at the crowd. A mixture of cheers and boos erupt as flames burst from all four turnbuckles...
Erin Robbins: At least this guy seems motivated to be here...
Zach Davis: Asher Cole started his career as an underground fighter. With any luck, he may be able to survive tonight. We've got two more guys coming down, each of them providing their own special brand to tonight's match.
The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena SHOWING the members of the WCF Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.
Crawl out of this skin
Reaching for that pin
The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.
Feel thy name extermination
Desecrating, Hail of Fire
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 315 pounds, from Your Darkest Fears...The Manifestation of Devastation...A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!
Brown strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as Apocalypse enters by a lift in the stage between the flames, and standing in the midst of the smoke. As the strobe lights reflect off the crowd, we see the faces of the mixed reaction by the crowd, some cheering, and some booing. The Epitome of Brutality stands there staring over the crowd for a few moments and the fire, smoke, mood and strobe lights die down.
So we cross that line
Into the grips
Suffer unto my apocalypse!
The house lights come on and Apocalypse then starts to head down the ramp, with a slow intimidating walk, as the fans marvel at his size. Some are brave enough to reach their hands out to touch him. Before he nears the end of the ramp the Wicked One stops and makes his way over to a young child. He stares at the child before him; suddenly he pulls out some of his hair, squeals, and hands over his hair to the child before flashing a goofy smile. He then reaches the end of the ramp, steps up onto the ring apron and over the rope with ease. Once in the ring he makes his way over to a corner, sits down, and starts rocking like a baby as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica fades out.
Erin Robbins: Well that was fucking weird. But he'll probably win this match...
Zach Davis: And he's already started in on Scorpio! Blows are being thrown, and Kyle Steel has already bailed from the ring! The last wrestler hasn't even been called..
The the bells sound, as "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play, as Deuce walks out to the ring, dressed basically in his street clothes, with the flag of the United States draped over his shoulders. He has a camera in one hand, and a microphone in his other hand. He talks into the microphone, as he continues to pan around with the camera.
Meanwhile, Asher Cole has broken up the attack on Scorpio, only for Apocalypse to turn around and grab Asher by the throat, raising him up over his head. The referee initiates the count, while Deuce gets inside of the ring and nonchalantly kicks Apocalypse in between the legs while the referee was on the other side of Apocalypse. Apocalypse drops Cole, while Deuce lifts Apocalypse up in a fireman carry, before slamming him down in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: And Murdock gets in a big shot in a big way after a cheap shot on Apocalypse!
Erin Robbins: That was smooth how he pulled that off! I got to give it to him.
Deuce does not let up, as he grabs a hold of Apocalypse's leg, keeping him off-balance, as Deuce continues to slam Apocalypse's legs into the ground. Deuce then begins to set up for a figure four leglock, until he sees the movement from Scorpio. Murdock walks calmly over to Scorpio, who is recovering by the ropes, and as Scorpio gets off the ropes to defend himself, he is met with a bicycle kick to the face that sends Scorpio through the ropes and out on the ground. As Deuce turns around, he finds himself in the path of an oncoming Apocalypse. Deuce immediately hits the ground, as Apocalypse goes flying through the ropes and connects with a recovering Scorpio, flattening both of them in the process. Asher Cole sneaks up on Murdock and applies a sleeper, but Murdock counters with a jawbreaker.
Zach Davis: This guy just seems to be drifting through this match. Almost like he isn't putting forth any effort.
Erin Robbins: And I'm loving this! Murdock is really grinding this Asher Cole up! What was he? Some sort of cage fighter?
Zach Davis: From what I understand, Murdock is a journalist...
Erin Robbins: Not him! Asher Cole!
Zach Davis: Oh, well... It doesn't look like its working out for him, so far... And Murdock has the figure four in place!
Erin Robbins: Oh WOW! GET OUT OF THE WA...
Audio is lost for a few moments, after Apocalypse slams Scorpio through the neighboring Spanish Announcer's table with End Time. How it effects the English broadcast is beyond me, but it somehow did. Apocalypse looks back inside of the ring to see that Cole is at the mercy of Murdock's Figure Four. Apocalypse slides back into the ring and breaks up the submission move with a kick to the back of Murdock's head. Murdock rolls away, while Apocalypse picks up the partially broken Asher Cole and hits him with End Time in the middle of the ring. Apocalypse goes for the pinfall...
And Murdock returns the favor, when he boots Apocalypse in the head. Apocalypse gets to his feet in anger, but is met this time with a Chuck Norris Special, which seems to daze Apocalypse, before falling forward back on top of Asher Cole. Murdock rolls Apocalypse off of Asher Cole, before applying a pin on Apocalypse, who immediately kicks out. Murdock then tries to pin Asher Cole, in which he gets actual numbers for his efforts...
The crowd starts to boo Murdock for his cheap tactics, when some Arabian music begins to play, and Jahani al-Reb starts walking out to the ring, pointing his finger at Murdock. Murdock breaks contact with the referee when he sees al-Reb, and immediately takes off after al-Reb. al-Reb flees, and Deuce Murdock pursues, as both Zach and Erin return to audio...
Zach Davis: Sorry about the trouble, but as you can see, Murdock does a clean-up, as he practically steals a victory away from Apocalypse.
Erin Robbins: Winning is winning, and it looks like Deuce knows how to do that.
Zach Davis: And with that said, let's look at the next match.
The area turns black as "Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest starts to play over the speakers. A spotlight is pointed at the entrance as Brianna enters the arena first. She poses in the center of the stage with her hands on her hips. Fireworks explode above her head and to the side of her as Justin Cash and Dave "The Bouncer" Manning emerge from the back. Justin has his hair back in a ponytail, he is wearing a money green "L&D" t-shirt with his usual black pants that say "CASH" on the left leg and "L&D" on the right. He and The Bouncer are wearing the same sunglasses. The Bouncer has his usual black pants and black shirt, only now his shirt has "L&D" on the front. They pose with Brianna while the fireworks continue to explode behind them. As the lights start to come back on and the fireworks fade, they head to the ring. Fans all over the area boo the trio. As they walk to the ring, Justin stops to argue with a fan, Brianna has to pull him to the ring to get him to stop. Justin slides in the ring while The Bouncer helps Brianna in the ring. Justin climbs one turnbuckle, while The Bouncer climbs another. Justin flips off and yells at the fans, The Bouncer just stares out among the crowd.
Zach Davis: We've got the debut of a brand new team here; they're calling themselves Law and Disorder.
Erin Robbins: Given the two members of the team, that sounds exactly right.
I'm Back hits and both Diaz Brothers run out and right into the ring! They begin brawling with Cash and Bouncer!
Zach Davis: Here we go!
The bell sounds as all hell has broken loose. Bouncer throws Jey into the ropes and then runs at him... he Spears Jey through the ropes and both men crash to the outside!
Erin Robbins: Holy hell! What a Spear!
This leaves Jorge and Cash as the two legal men. They're trading rights and lefts before Jorge goes to throw Justin to the ropes. Justin reverses the irish whip and sends Jorge into the ropes instead; as Jorge comes back Cash lifts him up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam into pin attempt.
No!, Diaz kicks out.
Zach Davis: The Diaz Brothers have been a tag team for quite a while. Law and Disorder shouldn't take them lightly.
Cash gets back up and starts stomping away at Diaz. The crowd boos.
Erin Robbins: The man is a former criminal. I hope the Bouncer can keep him in line.
Zach Davis: Well it doesn't look like he needs any help from The Bouncer right now!
Cash lifts Jorge up, but Jorge decides to stop him mid tracks with a poke to the eye. Cash flinches and Jorge bounces off the ropes, runs at him..
Erin Robbins: BOOM! Cash drops Jorge with a wild Big Boot!
Cash takes Jorge down! Jorge stumbles back up and Cash lifts him..
Zach Davis: What strength! He's got him up for the Gorilla Press!
But no, Jorge is able to shift his weight and fall behind Cash. Cash turns around and Jorge swings with a wild Clothesline, Cash ducks it...
Erin Robbins: CASH DROP! HE HITS IT!
Cash drops ... and pins Jorge Diaz.
Zach Davis: Law and Disorder wins it!
The bell sounds as Cash gets up to his feet. Manning enters the ring and gets his arm raised as well.
Erin Robbins: Cash didn't even need to tag Manning in! Impressive debut for this new team.
Traditional Middle Eastern music begins to play. A spotlight illuminates the stage. As a heavy drumbeat cuts into the music, four gorgeous women in camo shorts and halter tops step through the curtain, each carrying an orange-tipped plastic AK-47, and make a show of "securing" the immediate area. The lyrics begin, a rhythmic flow of rhymes unintelligible to anyone not fluent in Arabic. Jahani al-Reb emerges onto the stage, dressed in a white three-piece suit, as the women close in to flank him.
Zach Davis: Oh, no. Not this guy again...
Erin Robbins: I dunno, Zach. I like him. He's got it all: style, personality, looks...
Zach Davis: ...a huge bank account...
Without wasting a moment more, al-Reb makes his way down the ramp, pointedly ignoring the crowd. Two of his personal guard hop onto the apron and pull down the middle rope as Jahani climbs in. A third brings him a microphone; he signals for the music to stop. The audience is already booing him.
Jahani al-Reb: SILENCE, Imperialist swine!
This, of course, has the opposite of the intended effect. He waits impatiently while the jeers die down.
Jahani al-Reb: That's better. Now... two weeks ago, I came out; I introduced myself; and I told you all exactly what I intended. I was even kind enough to extend an invitation to anyone -- to everyone -- to openly test my mettle.
Jahani pauses, free hand grasping his lapel, and puffs his chest out a little. He looks around at the audience over the top of his aviator sunglasses.
Jahani al-Reb: And while your so-called "heroes", even your World Champion himself, were more than happy to engage in a war of words, not one man -- NOT ONE -- has yet shown the...
Another hesitation, while he searches for just the right word.
Erin Robbins: Figs?
Jahani al-Reb: The figs...
He points to his crotchal region for emphasis.
Jahani al-Reb: ...to accept my --
"For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica hits the speakers. al-Reb scowls at the stage as Gonzo Deuce steps onto it, a microphone in hand. Deuce strides rapidly down the ramp and gets in the ring with Jahani. Both men exchange dirty looks as Deuce raises his microphone...
Deuce: Here you are, you shifty bastard! I have some words for you, you hamper-headed asshat!
Jahani al-Reb: Hamper-head? That's it! I'm sick of your mouth! I'm going to hit you so hard, your voice will leave your body forever!
Both men collide in the middle of the ring, as al-Reb's entourage bail from the ring. Both men fight desperately to gain the other hand, until Deuce kicks al-Reb's legs, throwing off al-Reb's momentum, before scoring a hit with the Chuck Norris Special, laying al-Reb out. Gonzo then stands over the fallen body of Jahani al-Reb with a microphone, and says...
Deuce: As for your little challenge... If you want to call it that... I accept your challenge, Jahani al-Reb. You better get used to staring up at those lights, bitch!
Gonzo tosses the microphone on al-Reb's body, as he departs the ring amid an assortment of cheering and boos, as he begins to leave the ring.
TNT by AC/DC hits and Shawn Scholes walks out and walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: No frills needed by Mr. Shawn Scholes. He's not gonna waste his time with theatrics; he's here to win the Cinema Championship.
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: John Gable has held the Cinema Championship for a ridiculous amount of time. He's got Michael Easton waiting in the wings to face him eventually.. if he can make it past Shawn Scholes tonight.
Scholes and Gable tie up. They both vye for the upper hand; one moment Gable gets the advantage, the next moment Scholes does. Eventually Gable breaks free of the tie up by kneeing Scholes in the face. Scholes spins away, holding his face in pain before turning back around and getting an elbow to the face as well! Scholes goes down.
Zach Davis: Gable hasn't retained by luck, Erin. He's a tough competitor, which Scholes is learning right now.
Gable lifts Scholes up but Scholes has had enough; he hits Gable with a series of fist palms. Gable stumbles back and Scholes runs at him and drops him with a Clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Shawn Scholes in the driver's seat now!
Gable starts getting up but Scholes quickly follows up his advantage by kicking him in the gut and pulling him in.. Scholes lifts him up and Powerbombs him straight down into the mat!
Zach Davis: What a move from the challenger!
Scholes goes for a pin.
No!, Gable kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Too soon to put away the Champ.
Scholes kicks Gable a few times before lifting him up and hitting him with a stiff forearm to the head. He then slings Gable's arm over his shoulder and lifts him, delivering a Vertical Suplex. Scholes follows this up by grabbing Gable's leg and kicking it repeatedly.
Zach Davis: Scholes could be softening Gable up for an eventual Sharpshooter.
Gable realizes this and uses his free leg to kick Scholes away. Scholes runs at Gable; Gable rolls him up with a Small Package!
NO!, Scholes kicks out! Both men get to their feet and Scholes runs into a boot by Gable. Gable then drops Scholes with a Snap DDT!
Erin Robbins: OOF!
Gable doesn't go for the pin right away. He scoops Scholes up and lifts him in the Vertical Suplex position.. then drops him right on his head.
Zach Davis: MALTESE FALCON! GABLE HITS IT!
Gable pins Scholes.
...No! Scholes gets his foot on the ropes.
Erin Robbins: SO CLOSE, but no. Not yet. Gable's ring positioning wasn't perfect.
Gable lifts Scholes up and goes to throw him into the corner. Scholes reverses it and sends Gable into the corner instead. Scholes backs up and runs at him...
Zach Davis: SUPERMAN PUNCH; SHAWN'S KNOCKOUT!
No!, Gable sidesteps it and Scholes crashes into the corner! Scholes turns around..
Erin Robbins: SOME LIKE IT HOT FROM JOHN GABLE!
Gable drops and pins Scholes, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: John Gable retains once more!
The bell sounds as Gable gets up, shaking off some cobwebs, and quickly grabbing his Cinema Championship.
Erin Robbins: Another WCF show... another Television Title defense. Unbelievable.
Kyle Steel: This TRIPLE THREAT MATCH is scheduled for one fall, and is for NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP to the UNITED STATES TITLE!
"Devil's Dance" hits the air and at the first guitar lick, Anthony comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stoic and emotionless.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Marana, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-two pounds... ANTHONY DOUGLAS!
He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponent to show up. He never takes his eyes off his opponent.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas has been very focused on the United States title as of late. He's got it in his sights.
Erin Robbins: I wouldn't want to be in his sights. What a deranged man. Can't discount his in-ring performance however.
The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in time with strobe flashing from the tron. As the the guitar and vocals kick in Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing.
Kyle Steel: Next up, from Miller's Crossing, Ohio... weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds... HYENA!
He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring, He rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."
Zach Davis: Hyena is exactly what his name would suggest-- a wild animal.
Erin Robbins: Can Anthony Douglas or Michael Easton tame this man tonight?
"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!
The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge there comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.
Erin Robbins: Michael Easton recieving a hometown hero's welcome here tonight.
Zach Davis: The crowd hates him! And for good reason-- he's a jerk.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Here we go! Three newer guys-- all three have tasted a bit of success here in WCF, but this will be the biggest night of one of their careers.
Erin Robbins: They'll go on to face either the current United States champion Zombie McMorris, or Jay Omega if he happens to unseat Z-MAC late tonight.
All three men collide in the center of the ring. Fists are flying. Anthony Douglas starts to gain momentum, hitting each man with a right hand, before going for a double clothesline-- instead, Hyena and Easton block it and they both boot Douglas in the gut. Hyena puts him in a standing headlock, as Easton hits a running knee to his head. Douglas falls to the mat, while Hyena and Easton lock up. Easton whips Hyena to the mat with an armdrag and then hits him with a knee to the head.
Zach Davis: Michael Easton taking control early.
Hyena rolls to his feet but Easton is there to hit him with a left-right combo. Hyena throws a right hand at Easton, but he blocks it-- Easton throws his entire weight behind an elbow to Hyena's jaw. Hyena is knocked off of his feet. Douglas is back on his feet and he grabs Easton from behind, hitting a short-arm clothesline. Douglas drops down and hammers Easton with right hands.
Erin Robbins: These triple threats are impossible to predict. Two-on-one attacks, attacks from behind-- it's chaos.
Zach Davis: That's why it's called a triple threat!
Douglas pulls Easton to his feet and hits a Russian leg sweep. He rolls back to his feet and he's face to face with Hyena-- they lock up. Hyena bodyslams Douglas on top of Easton, and then runs to the ropes, hitting a senton on top of both men!
Zach Davis: Using your opponent as a weapon-- that's how you do a match like this.
Douglas rolls off of Easton. Hyena pulls up Easton and hits a release German suplex. He turns back as Anthony Douglas is trying to get up, and he hits a running big boot to Anthony's head. Hyena drops down, pinning Douglas.
Erin Robbins: NO, Douglas kicks out before two.
Easton slowly gets to his feet. Hyena meets him and hits him with clubbing blows to his back. Hyena whips Easton to the ropes and catches him with a sidewalk slam on the return. He stands up, only to get caught from behind by Douglas with a forearm to the back of the head. Douglas whips Hyena into the corner and charges with a corner splash. As Hyena stumbles out of the corner. Douglas grabs him again and whips him into the opposite corner. He charges with another splash-- but Hyena dives out of the way!
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Hyena!
Douglas drops and Easton is there to stomp him in the corner. Easton pulls him up and puts him in a front facelock, hitting him with knees to the chest. He follows with a snap suplex-- but as he gets up from that, Hyena runs up and clotheslines him over the top rope!
Erin Robbins: There hasn't been one moment wasted in this match. Action packed.
Zach Davis: These three guys are giving their all for a shot at the United States belt!
On the outside, Easton gets to his feet-- but Hyena flies out of the ring with a suicide dive!
Zach Davis: Hyena going high risk!
Erin Robbins: It's not often you see a big man like that go flying through the air. Great athleticism.
Douglas slowly gets to his feet in the ring. He watches Hyena get up on the outside while Easton is laid out.
Zach Davis: And remember, there are no count-outs in a triple threat!
Hyena slides into the ring but he's met by stomps from Anthony Douglas. Douglas pulls Hyena up but Hyena elbows him in the gut to create seperation. Hyena swings at Douglas but he ducks-- and he catches Hyena with an uppercut! Douglas whips Hyena to the ropes and catches him with a huge spinebuster on the return. Douglas pins Hyena.
Zach Davis: Hyena kicks out!
Douglas pulls Hyena up with him and puts him in standing leg scissors... he lifts him up for a sick piledriver!
Zach Davis: OOF. Hyena could be in trouble here!
Hyena lays motionless on the mat, breathing heavily. Douglas heads to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles--
Erin Robbins: Now it's Anthony Douglas going high-risk?
But Easton climbs onto the apron and hammers Douglas from behind, crotching him on the top turnbuckle! Easton climbs into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He puts Douglas in a headlock and hits him with fists to the midsection-- he lifts Douglas and they come crashing down in a superplex!
Zach Davis: Huge move by Michael Easton. This is anybody's game right now.
Hyena is up and quickly kicks Easton out of the ring. He lifts Douglas up and kicks him..
Erin Robbins: LAST LAUGH! Hyena hits it out of nowhere!
Hyena drops and pins Douglas, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: HYENA WINS IT!
Hyena rolls away as his music hits. He stands up and gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: Hyena will face either Jay Omega or Zombie McMorris for the United States Championship!
Zach Davis: Much to Anthony Douglas' chagrin!
Zach Davis: Our next match has been more than a month in the making but it's finally here and I for one think it's going to be an instant classic, Erin.
Erin Robbins: I have to agree with you, Zach. We've got the two greatest People's Champions in WCF history going at it toe to Steeltoe. What more can the people ask for?
Zach Davis: It's truly a dream match, Erin. That term gets thrown around a lot in this business, but this time it's the real deal. Chelsea Armstrong versus Steeltoe Joe. Two bitter rivals will settle the score tonight and the winner will walk out of Madison Square Garden with the WCF People's Title. Joe and Chelsea are playing for keeps!
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can.
Zach Davis: Whoaa oh oh oh Whoaa oh oh I'm radioactive, radioactive!
Erin Robbins: Zach, please! Comport yourself!
You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
Zach Davis: There he is, the Holy Flame of Professional Wrestling, the People's Pastor Steeltoe Joe! This man spent seven months, yes, SEVEN MONTHS as People's Champion. That's crazy! Erin, that is crazy!
Erin Robbins: Steeltoe Joe still holds the record for longest reign as People's Champion. You know he wants to prevent Chelsea from eclipsing that record and what better way to do it than by beating her for the belt tonight?
Perfect Insanity by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri she is The Sweet Nightmare...Chelsea Armstrong!
She mumbles to herself almost as if talking to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down and awaits the start of the match all the while still mumbling carelessly to herself. Just before the bell rings her eyes will flash their bright emerald color as a wicked smile comes over her ruby red lips.
Zach Davis: Not a lot of cheers for either superstar during their respective entrances. Ironic considering that they're the two most accomplished People's Champions in this company's history.
Erin Robbins: These MSG fans are a bunch of smark bastards, Zach. Don't let 'em fool ya. They grew up Logan marks. They have no standards.
Joe and Chelsea size each other up before the match and do their final warm-ups. Chelsea hands her belt to the referee Mookie Blaylock, who holds the belt up for the fans to see before handing it off to the ringside attendant. Mookie checks with both superstars to make sure that they're ready and then calls for the bell.
Joe taunts the much smaller Chelsea Armstrong, trying to coax her into locking up with him but Chelsea doesn't bite. She rushes toward Joe and lands a stiff kick to the pastor's thigh that causes him to grimace and snarl at her. Joe swings at Chelsea but the champion ducks and unloads a few more kicks, this time to the ribs. Joe is very angry now. He chases Chelsea around the ring. She leaps onto the ropes and springboards off with a flying crossbody. Joe catches Chelsea in mid air and prepares to slam her, but she repeatedly knees and elbows him in the face while he's holding her in his arms. Joe grits his teeth, lets out a yell and slams Chelsea to the mat.
Zach Davis: Joe is in no mood to chase Chelsea around and let her strike and move. He wants to use his size and strength advantage to put this match away as soon as possible.
Joe whips Chelsea into the ropes, charges and hits a BIG boot! Chelsea flops onto the mat. Joe shoots off the ropes and leaps for an elbow drop. Chelsea alertly rolls out of the way. Chelsea grunts as she kips to her feet and once again leaps onto the ropes. This time she springs off with a back elbow that stuns Joe, clobbering the preacher man in the jaw.
Zach Davis: Joe won't be delivering any sermons after that elbow to the mug!
Erin Robbins: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Zach. These bible thumpers are always making comebacks. I blame the disproportionate influence of TV and the internet on today's youth!
Zach Davis: We're on TV and the internet right now, Erin. Shout out to everyone who's streaming Revenge on the WCF Network for only $9.99! Wow! Look at Chelsea stomping away at the People's Pastor. She's fired up tonight. You know she wants to solidify her legacy as the People's Champion with a victory over Steeltoe.
Erin Robbins: Defeating Steeltoe Joe would be the greatest thing that she's ever done in her career, Zach. The greatest thing that she's ever done in her life. The greatest thing that anyone has ever done. Ever!
Zach Davis: Wow that's a big deal.
Erin Robbins: But GOD SAYS NO according to Steeltoe Joe! The Holy Flame has returned to his feet and he's unleashing a Heaven-sized can of whoop ass on Chelsea!
The crowd comes to life as Joe batters Chelsea with a loose assortment of clobbering blows that punish her about the head and abdomen. Chelsea gradually doubles over in pain and Joe takes this as an invitation to stick her head between his legs.
Zach Davis: The People's Pastor is getting down and dirty! He could be going for a Running Liger Bomb!
Erin Robbins: Does Joe possess that move in his arsenal, Zach?
Zach Davis: I, uh, don't know, Erin-- YES! Steeltoe Joe just hit a Running Liger Bomb on the People's Champion! Not since I called in a bomb threat on my first day of junior high school to avoid being bullied by the girl's field hockey team has a bomb excited me this much!
Joe straddles Chelsea for the pinning combination.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea kicked out! That was a powerful move by Steeltoe Joe though! This man has truly evolved as a competitor.
Zach Davis: Who does that? What kind of a six foot five inch man snaps a tiny blue haired woman in half with a Running Liger Bomb? Nobody does that. Except for Steeltoe Joe! Steeltoe Joe does it and that's why he's the baddest man on the planet, Erin. It's crazy. Steeltoe Joe is crazy. He's crazy!
Erin Robbins: Look, look! Joe is mounting Chelsea!
Zach Davis: Big ground and pound strikes from Steeltoe Joe! Chelsea is taking a beating!
Erin Robbins: This is not good for the People's Champion. Chelsea needs to get to the ropes and force a break by the ref--
Chelsea incredibly sweeps Joe's body to the mat and reverses the positioning, now dishing out some ground and pound punches and elbows of her own. Joe eats some heavy shots before backing Chelsea away with the prospect of an upkick that narrowly misses her face. Joe quickly gets to his feet and Chelsea immediately pounces on him. Chelsea is a woman possessed as she leaps onto Joe's back and clutches him in a modified choke while unloading headbutt after headbutt.
Zach Davis: A fire has been lit under Chelsea Armstrong's supple buttocks!
Erin Robbins: She's taking the fight to Steeltoe Joe! She might not wear steeltoe boots like Joe but she wears some pretty damn fancy boots of her own, Zach. And you know something? Those boots were made for walking and they're walking all over Steeltoe Joe right now!
Zach Davis: But Chelsea's headbutting Joe not walking on him, Erin?
Erin Robbins: I know. I meant that figuratively, like in the song.
Zach Davis: Oh right, right. Sorry. I was spacing out thinking about Chelsea's supple buttocks.
The crowd inside of Madison Square Garden is divided. Half the fans are chanting Chelsea's name while the other half are taunting her with a Bluetista chant.
Zach Davis: Whether you love Chelsea or you hate her you have to give her credit, she never backs down from a fight.
Erin Robbins: Oh but no, God, no! Steeltoe just sandwiched Chelsea's tiny body between his broad backside and those unforgiving turnbuckles! He avalanched her, Andre style!
Zach Davis: And he's not done! Joe just snapmared Chelsea onto the mat and kicked her in the back of the head! Oh lawdy. Oh lawdy. Chelsea just got junkballed by the People's Pastor.
Steeltoe flexes and taunts the fans while enjoying their jeers. Some of the crowd still cheers for Joe despite his heelish ways, mostly the John 3:16 people wearing the rainbow afros and the Choose Life T-shirts. They love Steeltoe Joe. They're pretty keen on Jam Willy Jesus too. Not so fond of abortion clinics though.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe scoops up Chelsea Armstrong and he slams her to the mat! And Steeltoe Joe scoops up Chelsea Armstrong and he slams her to the mat again! And Steeltoe Joe scoops up Chelsea Armstrong and he slams her to the mat for the third time!
Erin Robbins: Scoop slam! Scoop slam! Scoop slam!
Zach Davis: Eat Sleep Scoop Slam Repeat!
Erin Robbins: Scoop slam! Scoop slam! Scoop slam!
Zach Davis: That's ten scoop slams for Steeltoe Joe! If he scoop slams ice cream like he scoop slams Chelsea Armstrong then he could almost certainly land a plum gig at Dairy Queen! You know, once he retires from WCF and all!
Zach Davis: Foot on the rope! Chelsea got her foot on the rope!
Erin Robbins: Look at that scowl on Joe's face. He thought for gosh darn sure that Chelsea was gonna be out cold but somehow her foot found the rope. Joe just climbed out of the ring. He appears to be searching for something under the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Joe just asked the ringside attendant if there's any radial saws under the ring.
Erin Robbins: What the hell does he want with that?
Zach Davis: I believe he's gonna chop Chelsea's foot off and sacrifice it to Jam Willy Hey-Zeus.
Chelsea regains her bearings and shoots off the far ropes before flying toward Joe with a suicide dive. Joe alertly counters with a European uppercut that clocks Chelsea in the jaw.
Erin Robbins: Now that was smart. Joe suckered Chelsea in by pretending he was gonna cut off her foot and then WHAM! OOPS UPSIDE YA HEAD!
Joe rolls Chelsea's limp body into the ring and pins.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up! Chelsea is a woman in peril! Steeltoe Joe is wearing the champion down with his grinding style of attack. She's gotta find some way to regroup.
Erin Robbins: Joe is the toughest test that Chelsea has faced, Zach. We knew that was going to be the case going into this match. Can she find that opening that she needs to get back into the match? Can she work her magic one more time and defeat the undefeatable Steeltoe Joe?
Steeltoe Joe lifts Chelsea from the mat and buries her spine into his knee with a HUGE backbreaker. Chelsea writhes in pain, showcasing wormlike bodily movements as she struggles to cope with the discomfort.
Zach Davis: Joe just backbroke Chelsea and tossed her body to the mat like it was a sack of garbage going down the incinerator chute. The People's Pastor is driven. Steeltoe Joe is a man on a mission.
Steeltoe Joe taunts the fans yet again.
Erin Robbins: Joe is signalling that the end-times are here! He's about to put this match in the books!
Joe wastes no time in violently yanking Chelsea to her feet. He positions their bodies for The Baptism.
Zach Davis: Look at Joe and Chelsea standing perfectly still together! Joe is about to baptize Chelsea! This is a spiritual experience, Erin. We're about to have a new People's Champion.
Erin Robbins: It looks that way, Zach. Joe was just too powerful, too strong, too determined. Chelsea put up a good fight, it just wasn't her night.
Joe starts to lift Chelsea but she redirects her body weight and floats out of Joe's grip. A Shining Wizard stuns Joe and Chelsea quickly regroups and locks Joe in an Octopus stretch.
Zach Davis: Dream Catcher! What the hell? Chelsea has Joe locked in the Dream Catcher! She was dead... dead in the water, and now she could be moments away from retaining her belt!
The crowd pops for the sudden change in momentum. Joe yells in pain like a man who needs arthritis medication. He hoots and hollers and growls and threatens and even curses, because after all he is a Christian man but he's not perfect.
Erin Robbins: Is he gonna tap? Is Steeltoe Joe gonna tap? I don't think he's ever tapped! Joe's never quit anything in his life! Can Chelsea make the longest reigning People's Champion in WCF history tap out to retain the belt in her toughest challenge to date?
Zach Davis: NOOO! The power of Hey-Zeus compels him! Joe is fighting. He's back to his feet. Steeltoe Joe just Samoa dropped Chelsea! Steeltoe Joe took a page out of Samoa Joe's book!
Erin Robbins: But Chelsea countered into the Crucifix pinning combination! Chelsea's got Steeltoe crucified! Oh the irony!
The kick out!
Zach Davis: Joe is back on his feet but not for long! Chelsea hit another Shining Wizard! Oof!
Erin Robbins: Joe's equilibrium is shaken, Zach. He's not moving good right now. He's on the defensive. Look at his posture, all slouched.
Chelsea attacks with a spinning Fisherman neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Devil's Wing! Chelsea hit the Devil's Wing on the People's Pastor! It's the battle of Armageddon right here at Revenge!
Zach Davis: Was that three?
Erin Robbins: NO!!! Joe got his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: That was three?
Erin Robbins: NO!!! Joe got his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: I thought it was three!
Erin Robbins: NO!!! Joe got his shoulder up!
Chelsea quickly schoolboys Joe and grabs his trunks for added leverage.
Zach Davis: Chelsea tried to steal the win and you know what? That's a direct violation of the Commandments. Chelsea is going to Hell.
Erin Robbins: The People's Champion might be hellbound but she's looking good. She's got all of the momentum in this match, Zach.
Chelsea whips Joe into the ropes, NO! Joe reverses. Spear by Joe, NO! Chelsea leapfrogs. Chelsea lands on her feet, spins around and cracks Joe with a running Enzuigiri. Joe's body crumples to the mat. Chelsea seizes the opportunity and hits her Sweet Insanity finish.
Zach Davis: Sweet Insanity! It's over! Chelsea's got it!
Zach Davis: That was not a three! Joe's foot was under the rope! He got the rope break and the ref saw it!
Erin Robbins: That was flippin close! I thought Chelsea had Joe beat! I thought we had a new People's Champion.
Zach Davis: Erin, Chelsea is already the People's Champion.
Erin Robbins: I know but... a new GREATEST People's Champion.
Zach Davis: Touche, Erin.
Erin Robbins: You want to touch my butt, Zach?
With the outcome of the match hanging in the balance, Chelsea goes for her tilt-a-whirl side slam, the Lights Out.
Zach Davis: Lights Out, BUT!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?! Steeltoe counters into Divination!
Zach Davis: How close was that? How close was it? Was that three?
Erin Robbins: It was two and eight-ninths, Zach!
Joe and Chelsea are both on the mat, resting, taking their time, both beat up, both in pain, both barely cognizant of the action, the fans on their feet with bated breath and cheering for one competitor or the other.
Zach Davis: The ref has no choice. He's counting down both competitors.
Erin Robbins: They're stirring but neither Joe nor Chelsea can find a vertical base.
Finally, Chelsea and Joe get to their feet at precisely the same time. Joe gets the better of the grappling exchange and blasts Chelsea with a BIG headbutt before he sets her up for The Baptism. Joe lifts Chelsea, but she spins out of it and lands on her feet. Joe turns around and walks right into the Lights Out.
Zach Davis: Lights Out! Chelsea hit it!
Erin Robbins: She pins! This could be it!
Kyle Steel: Your winner and STILL... WCF People's Champion, CHELSEA ARRRRM STRONG!!
Chelsea jumps to her feet, overjoyed by the thrill of the victory and accepts her most cherished possession, the WCF People's Title.
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong has done it again! Great match! Great victory! Two great champions! But it's Chelsea who emerges victorious!
Erin Robbins: There's no longer any doubt or debate, Zach. Chelsea Armstrong is the greatest, THE GREATEST WCF People's Champion of all-time. She's the GOAT!
After the match Chelsea grasps her People's Championship tightly against her chest. The crowd is on their feet going crazy with a mix of emotions from the match that just happened. Joe is getting to his feet and Chelsea approaches him with the belt. It doesn’t look good as Chelsea has a malicious smile on her lips. Waiting, she watches as he slowly moves to his feet. Chelsea looks at him holding his head and his back from the wear and tear of the match. Out of nowhere Joe puts his hand out to Chelsea. She looks at him not knowing if she should trust him or not. She probably shouldn’t but the fans are going crazy. She gives in and shakes Joe’s hand. The fans are on their feet. They are chanting.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Joe and Chelsea Shake hands and Joe gives her a hug to show his respect for the former People’s Champion. Joe then grabs Chelsea's arm and raises it in the air for the retaining People’s Champion. The fans are in a riot as the two greatest People’s Champions of all time celebrate together after one Hell of a match.
As Steel Toe makes his way to the back Chelsea motions for a mic as she quickly grabs it before slightly limping back to the middle of the ring and readjusting the championship on her shoulder.
Chelsea Armstrong: Well guys, we did it! Thanks to your support we retained the People's Championship against a man who is considered one of the best People's Champion of this decade!
The crowd cheers but many are eagerly awaiting what is to come next.
Chelsea Armstrong: Well as promised a few weeks ago I allowed you all to take part in a poll on what would happen after the match had I retained my championship....well I have retained and in doing so I owe you guys a segment! As it was revealed late last night you guys chose that I challenge a member of the roster to a bra and panties match!
The crowd pops as a few cat calls are heard echoing around the arena.
Chelsea Armstrong: You guys do know that all the other wrestlers back there are guys...right...well anyway, I will do as told.
Placing down her championship in the corner of the mat she goes to start untying her corset before stopping and picking back up the mic she had sat down.
Chelsea Armstrong: I've been thinking hard about this and you know what...though I just know a lot of you would love to see one of the guys in the back come out in a sexy little outfit how about we do this instead...Erin Robbins! Get your ass in this ring!
Erin looks at Chelsea as her jaw drops and she shakes her head saying she's not a wrestler.
Chelsea Armstrong: No, you're not a wrestler but people have listened to you talking shit since before I joined this company, come on. I promise i'll take it easy on you!
The crowd starts chanting for Erin encouraging her to come into the ring as she finally sees that she can't turn down with all this pressure on her. Reluctantly she stands up and takes off her headset before walking over and rolling into the ring.
Chelsea Armstrong: That's it, not this is a bra and panties match, I don't think I have to explain those rules to you do I?
Erin begins begging Chelsea not to do this as Chelsea just smiles as she drops the mic and finishes untying her corset before pulling it off showing a purple and black lace bra underneath. As she does Erin begins to do the same, as the crowds cheers get louder Erin appears to gain more confidence as she undresses quicker than Chelsea and is soon in the middle of the ring in nothing but her bra and panties and a pair of black stiletto high heels. She starts reacting to the cheers and begins posing for the audience as little does she know Chelsea hasn't taken off the rest of her ring gear, instead Chelsea is standing there with a cruel smile on her face as she reaches forward and grabs Erins shoulder spinning her around in the process.
Chelsea Armstrong: Sorry sweetie.
In a blink of an eye she hits sweet insanity knocking Erin out cold as she lays in the middle of the ring on her back. The crowd cheers as Chelsea stands up readjusting her bra before grabbing her championship and climbing the turnbuckle and posing for those with cameras. Jumping down she stands back over Erin after grabbing the mic again.
Chelsea Armstrong: I told you I'd go easy on you hunny, but I must say you do look pretty damn sexy right now.
Dropping the mic Chelsea rolls out of the ring before grabbing her corset and walking up the ramp and disappearing backstage.
Freddy Whoa: Welp, I'm straight out of unemployment and here to take the place of Erin Robbins.
Zach Davis: Great to have you!
Freddy Whoa: I'd say I wish her a speedy recovery over her embarrassment, but I like gettin' paid. The WCF officials had some shit they were going to pay her to say throughout the rest of the night so I'm gonna make sure I say everything she was supposed to.. just in case. I need my paycheck.
Zach Davis: Uh, anyway. It's US Title match time and we've got a grudge match going between two guys who do not like each other, Zombie McMorris and Jay Omega.
Freddy Whoa: To be fair, ZMAC doesn't like anybody.
Zach Davis: True, but throw that United States Championship into the mix and you're adding tires to a dumpster fire.
Freddy Whoa: "Tires to a dumpster fire." Wasn't that a poem by Frost?
Zach Davis: I'm not sure if--yeah, I think you're right, Freddy. Anyway, this match is going to be physical, it's going to be ugly, it's going to be violent. One or both of these men could be killed tonight.
Freddy Whoa: A true classic in the making. And, what's that? It sounds like Jay Omega is making his entrance!
The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...
Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd. Omega's hired gun, "The Livewire" Grayson Pierce appears at his side.
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he stands six feet, one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAY OMEGA!
Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp. Once at ringside, the Omega Man walks around the right side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, then turns to face the crowd. He scans the crowd from right to left, then raises both arms above his head, index and pinky fingers extended. Jay makes a quarter turn to the right, and hops over the top rope, then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the left corner furthest from the entryway. He raises his right fist into the air and poses for a few moments, causing the arena to be lit up in a strobe effect, from a multitude of camera flashes, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip. He poses in the center of the ring for a moment, with his right arm raised, index and pinky fingers extended, then moves to his designated corner.
Zach Davis: As we can see, Livewire has accompanied Omega to the ring. For those who don't know, Omega hired Livewire to serve as back-up during his match against ZMAC, essentially as an insurance policy to make sure that none of the other Vapor Kings interfered, including Buddy Roman.
Freddy Whoa: Some might call it a curious decision for Livewire to act as a bodyguard during Omega's match when he's scheduled to compete for the World Championship later tonight in our main event.
Zach Davis: Indeed, Freddy. It is a curious decision on Livewire's part. It's hard to question the man after the success that he's had thus far in his WCF career, but with a triple threat match against Natural "ICE" Beckman and Colin Marshall looming and the World Title at stake, one would think Livewire would want to minimize the possibility of injury going into that match.
Freddy Whoa: And as we know, when ZMAC and Buddy Roman are around people get hurt.
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: The United States Champion has arrived!
Freddy Whoa: And as per their custom, Buddy Roman meets ZMAC outside of the ring. You know they're going over some last minute strategy.
Zach Davis: What do you think such a conversation consists of, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Roman waxing poetic on one of his usual long-winded spiels while ZMAC ignores him and bumps a line of coke.
ZMAC climbs into the ring and hands his US Title belt to the ref. Roman takes his place in ZMAC's corner outside of the ring, eyes locked in a staredown with Livewire, who stands on the opposite side of the ring. ZMAC and Omega stare into each other's eyes as the referee issues his final instructions and calls for the bell.
ZMAC and Omega bolt toward center ring with the speed of Olympic sprinters and immediately throw caution to the wind, both men unloading with a barrage of rights and lefts. ZMAC appears to get the better of the exchange with his awesome haymakers, but Omega abruptly turns the tables and has ZMAC reeling against the ropes with a plurality of big punches and kicks.
Zach Davis: Holy spoonfed children of God, Omega is whooping ZMAC!
Freddy Whoa: That is damned impressive!
With the crowd firmly behind Omega and ZMAC slumped to the mat, Jay rushes in for the kill with a step-up Enzuigiri, but ZMAC catches Omega's leg and dumps him over the top rope.
Zach Davis: A great veteran move by ZMAC. He killed Omega's momentum in one fell swoop.
Freddy Whoa: Omega landed on his head outside of the ring! As we know that doesn't really hurt him because he's got a metal plate in there, but I do imagine he has a tough time getting through metal detectors at the airport.
Zach Davis: I heard it was a calcium build up, Freddy, an organic helmet of sorts?
Freddy Whoa: Grow up, Zach. That sounds like science fiction clap trap.
ZMAC dives through the ropes Robin Williams style, sending himself and Omega careening into the fan barricade. NYC smarks slap the competitors about their arms, heads and buttocks before the action spills into the stands and the smarks run away like the little bitches that they are. ZMAC drop toe holds Omega onto a chair, though the skull helmeted Omega Man absorbs the impact like it's nothing, springboards off three more chairs triple jump style and hits a flying head scissors that sends ZMAC hurtling over the barricade toward the general direction of the ring. Omega follows ZMAC over the barricade and rolls himself and ZMAC...
Into the ring just before the referee's count of ten.
Zach Davis: That was a long nine count by the ref.
Freddy Whoa: I think he was busy scoping out that chick with the Triple G knockers in the fifteenth row.
Zach Davis: Holy shit, that's my mom!
Freddy Whoa: Really? Your mom's hot, Zach. Much better endowed than you are, too.
ZMAC gets to his feet and Omega quickly pounces with a Busaiku Knee attack, dropping the United States Champion to the mat in a heap. Omega pounds his chest and then gestures big with his hands before hitting a standing moonsault into a pin.
Zach Davis: The champion kicks out of the pin attempt, but Omega is finding his groove now. There could be a changing of the guard tonight, Freddy. Think about it. If Omega dethrones ZMAC and Livewire does the same against Natty ICE Beckman later tonight, the Vapor Kings won't be sitting so high and mighty on their thrones anymore.
Omega hits a nice Butterfly backbreaker and then shows off his grappling prowess by locking ZMAC in a modified chicken wing submission.
Freddy Whoa: You'd like that wouldn't you, Zach? You're just bitter that Pantheon has been supplanted by the Vapor Kings. Admit it, Zach. You're a Jonny Fly mark. Always have been.
Zach Davis: I just think the Vapor Kings have gotten a bit too big for their britches, that's all. Besides, it's not my opinion that really matters. What matters is what happens in the ring and Omega has the advantage right now. It looks like he's softening up ZMAC for that Hammer of Hephaestus submission of his.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC's not the type to quit though, Zach. He might not shower, brush his teeth or flush the toilet after using the bathroom... when he uses the toilet, that is. But there's also one more thing ZMAC doesn't do. He does not tap out. EVER. He'll pass out before he taps out.
Zach Davis: ZMAC IS TAPPING OUT!!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!
Zach Davis: Oh sorry, he was just reaching out to grab the rope.
Freddy Whoa: Dick.
Zach Davis: Cheney.
Omega relinquishes the chicken wing, backs off from ZMAC and measures the champion. Omega charges at ZMAC and attempts an STO, which ZMAC is able to counter with a vicious running knee and that World Tour '69 spike DDT.
Zach Davis: World Tour '69! ZMAC hit it! He's going to retain!
Freddy Whoa: Omega kicked out!
Zach Davis: Oh snap! No one and I mean but NO ONE kicks out of the World Tour '69!
Freddy Whoa: Omega must be on some kind of demonically possessed excursion tonight, Zachariah.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is not discouraged. He's tap dancing all over Omega's body, Joe Pesci style circa Goodfellas. ZMAC sizes him up... BOOT PARTY! ZMAC hit it!
ZMAC scrambles to make the pin after hitting his punt kick, but the impact of the kick knocked Omega's body outside the ring. ZMAC rolls out to the floor and searches for weapons, despite being warned by the ref that hardcore rules do not apply in this match.
Freddy Whoa: Omega talked up his hardcore game and now ZMAC's gonna make him back up those words. Zombie just grabbed a steel chair.
Zach Davis: NO! Omega just super kicked that chair into ZMAC's face!
With ZMAC strung out, Omega sees an opening. Omega steps up his attack and clobbers McMorris with a Shining Wizard and then hits a modified bulldog off the fan barricade.
Zach Davis: Lockdown! That's the Lockdown!
Freddy Whoa: If Omega gets ZMAC back into the ring he could pin him! We could have a new champ!
Omega is thinking the same thing as Freddy. He rolls McMorris into the ring and makes a pin attempt as the pro-Omega crowd cheers him on.
Zach Davis: McMorris ain't beat yet!
Father Buddy Roman looks on with concern as his client struggles to a vertical base. Meanwhile, Roman's counterpart Livewire remains stoic on the opposite side of the ring as Omega goes back to work, attacking the knees of the US Champion and wearing him down.
Freddy Whoa: Omega is not taking his foot off the gas pedal in this match. He wants to beat ZMAC down and teach him a lesson in addition to taking his belt from him.
Zach Davis: This match became personal over the last few weeks, Freddy. Both men fed into that animosity but now it appears that ZMAC is paying the greater price for that quarrel. He's getting lambasted by a man who is utterly single-minded when it comes to claiming his first taste of championship gold in WCF.
Omega gutwrenches McMorris.
Zach Davis: Could this be insult to injury by Jay Omega? He's gonna use ZMAC's own finisher against him!
Freddy Whoa: Zombie blocked it! ZMAC is digging deep here... he just coughed up some yellow bile and spat it in Omega's face! Omega's skin could be permanently scarred!
Omega frantically rubs at his face but Honey Badger don't care-- he hits a MASSIVE big boot that flips Omega onto the mat. ZMAC almost smiles but it's against his character to do so, against his ethics, so he hits a fist drop instead and makes the pin.
Zach Davis: ZMAC fisted Omega but it was not enough to get the pin!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC's got a few more tricks up his grubby sleeves where that one came from, Zach, you can bet on that.
ZMAC reaches into his boot and pulls out that dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin' chloroform rag. As he does this, Father Buddy Roman climbs onto the ring apron to distract the ref. An incensed Livewire runs toward Roman's side of the ring and chases the Walrus of Love away. The gasping, wheezing and gagging Roman runs as fast as he can to avoid capture but Livewire is on him like tuna on rye.
Zach Davis: Buddy Roman is about to get throttled by Jay Omega's insurance policy! I've been waiting for somebody to kick that guy's ass for months! Good for you, Grayson!
The fans cheer Buddy Roman's impending demise but their glee is short-lived as ZMAC baseball slides his boot into the side of Livewire's head, dropping one half of tonight's World Title challengers onto the floor outside of the ring. Omega is all over ZMAC though, lifting up the US Champion and dropping him straight on his head with a Backdrop Driver. The crowd cums in its pants as Omega makes the cover on the devastated Zombie.
Zach Davis: That was three! That was three! New champ!
Freddy Whoa: It was only two, Zach! ZMAC got his boot on the rope!
Zach Davis: Boot on the rope! That was remarkably close! I thought we had a new United States Champion!
Father Buddy Roman experiences a series of elaborate heart attacks at ringside after watching his client barely escape that last pinning predicament.
Zach Davis: Livewire is recuperating. Buddy Roman might be dead. ZMAC is clinging to his championship by the thinnest of margins. And Jay Omega is in the driver's seat of this United States Championship match!
Freddy Whoa: Omega is about ready to end this contest, Zach-- he's setting ZMAC up for the Pillar to Post!
Zach Davis: The Pillar to Post would end this match indeed, Freddy and-- BUT WHAT! ZMAC, Zombie McMorris just shoved Omega into the post, shoulder first! Desperation move by the Duke of New York but it paid off!
Omega grimaces from the pain and ZMAC, like the walking dead, pounces on his opponent and drags him to the middle of the ring. ZMAC bangs his head being the Coked Up Mad Man that he is and buries Omega with a Gutwrench powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Axe Wound! It's over!
Zach Davis: Shoulder up?! But how?! And why?! Omega was unconscious.
Freddy Whoa: Not quite, Zach. That noggin of his is harder than the thickness on Poon Guinea gang bang night.
Zach Davis: ZMAC has tried the World Tour '69, the Boot Party and the Axe Wound. None of those moves have been able to finish this match. The Honey Badger knows what he must do.
ZMAC carries Omega up to the top rope, setting up for his infamous dump out piledriver that has already ended several careers.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC's going for the Deuce and a Half! If he hits this it's money!
Omega is fighting, fighting, fighting, feeding off the energy of the crowd. He back body drops ZMAC all the way to the mat.
Zach Davis: ZMAC takes a tumble after the counter by Omega! What instincts! What fortitude by Omega!
Freddy Whoa: Imploding 450 splash! Omega hits it! He pins!
Crowd: DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF!
Zach Davis: You can't... you cannot want this victory any more than these two men, these two warriors want this victory.
Freddy Whoa: What more can they do, Zach? They're spent. They must be absolutely exhausted. They've been pushed to their physical limits. We see-- we see and hear Livewire and Roman cheFreddyg on their respective charges. This is an amazing match. These fans are standing and cheFreddyg as if President Reagan were delivFreddyg the State of the Union, Zach. No damn Russkis are gonna tread on our big, loud, proud American way of life.
Zach Davis: God bless America and God bless Jay Omega and Zombie McMorris. This is truly one of the greatest United States Championship matches that we've witnessed in WCF and on Labor Day weekend no less. What an endearing and uplifting spectacle.
McMorris upends the feel-good vibes of the moment by clawing to a kneeling position on the mat and gouging Omega's eyes just for the fuck of it. Then the champion inhales from his chloroform rag, does a bump of coke and pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Omega pulls himself up on the opposite side of the ring.
Zach Davis: One man will emerge as the champion of these United States. Who will it be now? Who can it be now?
Freddy Whoa: Big boot by ZMAC! He gets such nasty torque on that move... and he's going for the Zombie Drop! Omega's about to get press cuttered!
Zach Davis: No! Omega escapes! He reverses! What is he--PUMPHANDLE LUNGBLOWER! Omega hits Ride the Lightning!! He pins!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and NEW... WCF United States Champion, JAY OMEEGGAA!!
Omega shoots to his feet and grabs his belt from the ref as Livewire climbs into the ring.
Zach Davis: Omega wins! He's the new United States Champion! What a match! Instant classic!
Freddy Whoa: Buddy Roman just waddled into the ring and he's checking on ZMAC. I think ZMAC is OK, but he has to be disappointed. He came so close to winning the match and retaining the US Title but he fell just short.
Zach Davis: Both men gave it their all. That's really all you can ask for, Freddy. This crowd is electric right now!
Dueling chants of "THANK YOU, OMEGA!" and "THANK YOU, ZMAC!" fill the air as Omega shows his belt to the fans and celebrates his big win. Meanwhile, ZMAC gets to his feet to take another bump of coke before climbing out of the ring with Buddy Roman en tow.
Freddy Whoa: I guess that five-grand investment that Omega made paid off, Zach. Thanks to Livewire's presence, Buddy Roman was not as much of a factor tonight as we're used to him being.
Zach Davis: You're right, Freddy. That could've been the difference between victory and defeat for Jay Omega. Congratulations to the new champion! The Jay Omega era has officially begun!
The Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits and Jonny Fly walks out with the newest member of Pantheon, Daniel Booker!
Zach Davis: Seeing someone like Daniel Booker in Pantheon still feels weird. Previously, Pantheon has only accepted the best of the best, men that've proven themselves in WCF. Daniel Booker is an unknown commodity.
Freddy Whoa: But he's going to sink or swim here tonight; this is his in ring debut.
Fly and Booker both head to the ring and slide in to much cheering from the crowd.
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. With a sidelong glance to the fans who seem to boo him more than cheer him, he strides down tot he ring.
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle, spreading his arms out in a mock salute to the raucous crowd. With an exaggerated flourish, he leaps down to the mat and begins pacing, waiting for the bell to ring.
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Zach Davis: Neither Cormack MacNeill or Bryan Worthy are top contributors to the Friends of Pantheon fund, if you get my meaning.
Freddy Whoa: I don't.
Zach Davis: I'm just saying, they aren't fans of Pantheon, is all.
Jonny Fly starts the match for his team; Bryan Worthy for his team.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
Fly and Worthy go to tie up but Fly immediately turns it into an irish whip, sending Worthy into a corner. Fly runs at Worthy and jumps, going for a Body Splash.
Zach Davis: Setting up the Discus Fly already?!
Worthy sidesteps it!, letting Fly smash right into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Guess Bryan Worthy had that move Scouted.
Worthy runs at Fly, who is dazed, and takes him down with a Running Bulldog. Worthy stomps at Fly repeatedly before climbing up onto the second rope.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy in control here..
Worthy flies off the top with a Fist Drop! He quickly goes for a pin.
No!, Booker kicks him off.
Freddy Whoa: Daniel Booker proving his worth right away there.
Booker exits the ring as the ref admonishes him. Buzz picks Fly up and jabs him a few times before executing a Northern Lights Suplex into bridge pin!
No!, this time Fly kicks out!
Zach Davis: Fly didn't need help that time, he was able to escape. He's a future Hall of Famer and multi time World Champion, he isn't going to lose that easily.
Freddy Whoa: However, Bryan Worthy is certainly giving him a run for his money.
Worthy picks Fly up and jabs him before running to the ropes and coming back, taking him down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Worthy then grabs Fly's leg and begins a Spinning Toehold.
Zach Davis: Worthy wearing down the former Champion now.
The fans begin to clap and chant PAN-THE-ON! Not that they don't like Mr. Worthy but they're big Pantheon fans. Fly yells out in pain as Worthy continues to twist his leg. Eventually the chants change.
Crowd: WE WANT BOOK-ER! WE WANT BOOK-ER!
Possibly energized by the crowd, Fly is soon able to kick Worthy away!, breaking up the hold. Worthy backs up and runs at Fly but Fly is quickly able to counter it into a Spinebuster!
Freddy Whoa: Fly plants Worthy firmly into the mat!
Both men begin crawling towards their respective corners.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly especially really needs to make this tag...
Fly and Worthy both make it at the same time! The crowd roars as Booker enters the ring, as well as Cormack, and the two begin to brawl in the middle of the ring. Daniel Booker gets the upper hand!, sending Cormack reeling. He follows up with a Neckwrench Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Beautifully executed!
Cormack gets back up and is met with a running knee to his head. Cormack stumbles back into the corner; Booker runs at him and Clotheslines him into it. Cormack drops down and Booker follows up by executing a Boot Wash.
Zach Davis: Daniel Booker has been impressive so far; explosive right out of the gate.
Cormack goes to roll out of the ring but Booker grabs him by the leg and pulls him back into the middle of the ring. He bends Cormack over and puts him in the Pumphandle position before lifting him up and executing a Pumphandle Backbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: What a maneuver!
Booker goes for the pin.
No!, Cormack is able to kick out!
Zach Davis: The former Sequitus member isn't a pushover, Freddy. He's not going to go down that easily.
Booker lifts Cormack up but Cormack is able to reverse it by dropping Booker with a Jawbreaker. Cormack kicks Booker in the gut and goes for a DDT, but Booker jabs him several times and is able to execute a Northern Lights lift.
Freddy Whoa: HE HITS HIS NSAssassination!
The crowd roars as booker his his Northern Lights into Spinebuster! Cormack stumbles up, completely groggy, and this allows Booker to grab him from behind.
Zach Davis: He's got the choke in... here's the swing..
He hits the Whistle Blow! Booker drops and goes for the pin.
Fly runs interference as Worthy enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Pantheon wins it!
The bell sounds as Booker gets to his feet. Cormack rolls out of the ring as Fly throws Worthy out as well. The Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits as Booker and Fly raise their arms in the air.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! Pantheon reigns supreme once more here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: But what will happen when current Pantheon and former Pantheon collide during Clockwork Orange House of Fun later tonight?
Zach Davis: Jayson Price versus Steve Orbit, still to come!
Zach Davis: Alright, ladies and gentlemen. So far we have had a very eventful evening tonight, so far. Freddy, what will we be looking for in this match up. What do you think both teams' mindsets are gonna be?
Freddy Whoa: Both teams are gonna go try a make a point in which team is the better team. The New Confederacy wants to go back to their earlier glory. Both Doc Henry and Johnny Reb are gonna try and prove that the team of Oblivion and Alex Richards....
Zach Davis: Which are gonna be called.... The Uzhas... The Terror. Both competitors are very large monster men, Once these two competitors gel together, they will be a formidable tag team in WCF.
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system. Johnny Reb and Doc Henry steps out onto the stage.
Kyle Steel: The following is for the WCF World Tag Team Championships....
Images of past matches play on the Jumbotron, while both men make their way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, the challengers.... weighing 450 pounds... Doc Henry "The Inveterate Confederate" Johnny Reb THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW CONFEDERACYYYYYYYY!!
Reb and Henry continue to work the crowd at ringside. Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes. Both men take a moment to pose for the fans before going to their corner to await their opponents.
Zach Davis: The Number One Contenders look ready for the tag team champions.
Freddy Whoa: This new team of Alex Richards and Oblivion, which most of the WCF fans are saying that Richards and Oblivion are a thrown together tag team. Not really a team...
Freddy stops talking and proceeds to concentrate on listening into her headset.
Zach Davis: Um... Freddy... Freddy Are you listening to th-...
Freddy Whoa: YES!! YES I AM!! We have a cameracrew backstage along with Hank Brown.....
The cameraveiw quickly changes, to the backstage area,
Hank Brown: HANK!! Freddy!!!
Freddy Whoa: Hank you are hiding behind large stacks of equipment trunks. What is going on backstage. Where is Alex Richards and Oblivion, the WCF World Tag Team champions?
Hank Brown: Hank... Freddy... as the cameraman shows you....
The cameraview shows Oblivion and Alex Richards tossing wrestlers around. Yoo Dun Fukt Uhp gets tossed into the brick wall. The sickening thud echoes the area. Googley Moogley is seen getting powerbombed on the concrete floor. The camera pans up and shows Oblivion and Alex Richards. El Taco de Genial charges at Oblivion, who just kicks the taco in the face. Hank Brown quickly moves over to Oblivion and Alex Richards. Bodies are everywhere. Some unknown faces where laying in a heap. Boxes and displays were destroyed or mangled.
Zach Davis: HOLY MOLY Freddy Whoa!!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like a bomb went off backstage.
Hank Brown: Oblivion!! Oblivion! You and Alex Richards are the current WCF World Tag Team Champions set to defend them against familar opponents.... THE NEW CONFEDERACY!!
Oblivion: HANK BROWN.... HANK BROWN!! OH MY OBLIVION.... HANK BROWN!! JOHNNY REB AND DOC HENRY ARE BACK TOGETHER.... ONCE AGAIN!!
The crowd: GOATFUC<BLEEP>ERS!! GOATFUC<BLEEP>ERS!! GOATFUC<BLEEP>ERS!!
Oblivion: It sounds like this New York crowd thinks you two are having sex with goats.
Crowd: GOATSEX!! GOATSEX!! GOATSEX!!
Freddy Whoa: OH.... MY.... GOD!!
Oblivion: But, those two apparently think they belong to another century. OH OKAY... OBLIVION WILL PLAY THIS GAME, GENTLEMEN. You two can be the good cowboys and Richards and The Monster will be the bad, evil, nasty monsters!! Find with us. Here in a few minutes, you two are gonna find out that Richards.... Oblivion.... The Terror are for real and we will remain the WCF... WORLD.... TAG TEAM.... CHAMPIONS!! Sit back, buckle up... this is gonna be a bumpy ride... with you two looking up at the lights. Battered and bruised, you two will realize that everyone has been taking us lightly. As you can see...
The camera pans around, showing multiple bodies, battered and bruised.
Oblivion: WE WERE WARMING UP!!! HENRY... REB... MOST EVERYDAY IT SEEMS YOU BELONG TO THE FANS. BUT TONIGHT, AT REVENGE.... THE TERROR DEFENDS THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS AGAIN THE NEW CONFEDERACY... TONIGHT, YOU TWO GOAT MOLESTERS' SOULS WILL BELONG TO OBLIVION!! Everyone finds that cartoonish... but everyone in NEW YORK CITY will see The Monster digging into your chests pulling out your heart, mind and soul!! NEW YORK CITY.... THE UZHAS.... THE TERROR ARE GONNA DEFEAT THE NEW CONFEDS. Right in the middle of THAT ring!! I see you're already, why not we start this fight right now!!!
The crowds erupt into cheers as The Terror leaves the backstage area. A mixture of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks and Breathe by The Prodigy.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... with a combined weight of 685 pounds.... The WCF World Tag Team Champions.... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards.... "The Monster" Oblivion... The Uzhas.... THE TERROR!!
The Terror comes from off the right side, of the entrance ramp. They both jump over the security railing and they both bolts towards the ring.
The tag team champions and The New Confederacy are fight tooth and nail, in the center of the ring. The WCF Senior Referee Stanley More is doing his best in maintain control in the possible explosive match. Rumors were flying as well is the tension is thick around WCF. Oblivion and Johnny Reb are back in there own corners. Alex Richards and Doc Henry collide in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Alex Richards is maintaining control over Doc Henry.
Alex Richards pushes Doc Henry into the corner, against the turnbuckles.
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards is pushing an open hands against his face, as Stanley Moser is trying to get in between those two.
Zach Davis: I believe, Freddy, the true term of what Alex richards is doing to Doc Henry OVER AND OVER AGAIN!! Get in there referee!! Sheesh!! Not a fair fight for The New Confederacy!!
Oblivion continues to push IT's open palm into the face of Doc Henry. The crowd boos loudly.
Crowd: HENRY!! HENRY!! HENRY!!
The majority of the New York Crowd boos at Doc Henry, but there are some loyal and vocal fans.
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
The crowd begin to cheer loudly, as Doc Henry proceeds to punch Alex Richards over and over again.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards misses with a wild punch swing!!
Freddy Whoa: DDT!! Doc Henry makes the cover.
Stanley Moser slides into postion to make the count...
Crowd: On-..... NOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards kicks out quickly!!
Richards and Doc Henry quickly stand up...
Freddy Whoa: RUNNING LARIAT BY ALEX RICHARDS!!
Zach Davis: Another lariat by Richards.
Doc Henry stays persistent as he charges back at Richards.
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards nails Doc Henry with a running boot.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Doc Henry nearly had his head knocked clear off.
Doc Henry stumbles back quickly at first then falls back....
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb makes the tag!! Johnny Reb charges at Alex Richards.
"The Archduke of Mass Confusion" flips off Johnny Reb and tags in Oblivion. The crowd's reaction splits nearly in half.
One half of the crowd: LET'S GO MONSTER!!
Other half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!
One half of the crowd: LET'S GO MONSTER!!
Other half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!
Johnny Reb shoots towards the ropes behind him and proceeds to bolt towards The Monster Oblivion....
Johnny Reb: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHH!!
Johnny Reb flies in the air and lands on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Freddy Davis: Once he got tagged in Johnny Reb went bouncing off the ropes, at the other end, of the ring and bolts towards what looked like Oblivion. "The Inveterate Confederate" lands on the top turnbuckle and within a blink of an eyes, flies off the top turnbuckle and nails Oblivion with a flying hurricanarana!!
Zach Davis: Both wrestlers land hard on the ringside mats.
Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion slowly get up as they proceed to throw punches on their knees. They both slowly stand up as they still continue their punch throwing.
Oblivion nails johnny Reb with a knee to the mid-section.
Freddy Whoa: The Monster whips into... into OUR DIRECTION!? Zach!! Get ready to move.
Oblivion whips Johnny Reb towards the commentary.
Johnny Reb flies towards the commentary table, but lands on top. quickly turns around and flies into the air....
Zach Davis: Johny Reb is attempting what looks like a flying crossbody.....
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion catches Johnny Reb!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion just slammed the spine of Johnny Reb against the ring post!!
Oblivion drops Johnny Reb onto the ringside area.
Replay shows Doc Henry struggling on attempting to pick up Alex Richards, but ends up slamming "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" on the steel ring steps.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Doc Henry is walking away from Alex Richards.
Henry flies onto the ring apron and screams at The Monster....
Doc Henry: HEY MONSTER!!
Doc Henry flies off the ring apron....
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry nails Oblivion with a flying spear!!
Crowd: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Doc Henry celebrates as Johnny Reb picks up the Monster....
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb drops Oblivion with a facebuster ddt!!
Alex Richards: ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!
Richards yells out as he too runs on the ring apron and flies off....
Zach Davis: LIKE A 747 FLYING IN THE AIR!!
Alex Richards flies off the ring apron...
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards catches Doc Henry off guard with that flying clothesline!!
Richards picks up Doc Henry
Zach Davis: Alex Richards crushes Doc Henry with a belly to belly suplex on that very thing rubber ringside mats.
Out of nowhere Johnny Reb flies into the air, after Alex Richards. Cameras flash as Reb flies into the air
Johnny Reb flies in the air with a moonsault, nail Alex Richards with it and they both collide down.
Freddy Whoa: IT LOOKS LIKE A DAMN WAR ZONE AROUND HERE!! BODIES ARE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion catches Johnny Reb off guard as The Monster nails the back of the head of Johnny Reb with a swinging double fist!!
Oblivion picks up Johnny Reb....
Crowd: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion nails "The Inveterate Confederate" with a gutwrench powerbomb!!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION IS GOING FOR THE PIN!!
Stanley Moser begins the pin attempt count....
Freddy Whoa: Where in the Hell did Doc Henry come from?!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry just broke up maybe a potential pin with a flying frogsplash!!
The referee orders Alex Richards back to his corner, as Doc Henry drags Johnny Reb into his corner, where Doc tags in just as the referee turns around to see the tag.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry bolts over and....
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry just nailed Alex Richards with a flying fist to the face.
Doc Henry grabs The Monster...
Zach Davis: CROSSBODY!!
Freddy Whoa: Chop block on Oblivion!!
Henry grabs and bounces The Monster off the ropes. Oblivion bounces off the ropes. Doc Henry makes an errant clothesline attempt, but misses. The God of Insanity just continues bolt across the ring and bounces off the ropes......
Zach Davis: Oblivion bounced off the ropes and threw ITself towards Doc Henry with a crossbody chop, causing them both to fly over the top ring rope and down on the ringside pads. Just right in front of us. I think we better move....
Oblivion has a hold of Doc Henry, by the back of his head and they both are moving towards the direction of the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: WATCH OUT ZACH!!
Oblivion tosses Doc Henry on top of the commentary and over the table. Henry lands near the security railing, that is behind the commentators.
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!!
Freddy Whoa: MORE INCOMING!!
Out of nowhere, Johnny Reb flies and collides with Oblivion with a flying corkscrew splash. As Reb and The Monster collide and lands on the ringside mats, Alex Richards is removing the protecting cover, of the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: This match has become more than we expected. Oblivion just landed near Doc Henry!!!
Instanly Doc Henry attacks.
Oblivion: ARRRRGGG... GAAAAAAAGGGG!!
Doc Henry has a thick black cable wire around the throat of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: The Monster nails an elbow in the gut of Doc Henry!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion grabbed Doc Henry and smashed his head against the security railing!
Johnny Reb jumps up on the commentary table and flies off and lands...
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Into the arms of Alex Richards, who just power bombs Johnny Reb onto the ringside pads.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Richards grabs Johnny Reb and throws him onto the waiting table.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD Freddy, THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD FOR JOHNNY REB!!
The crowd roars out.
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Freddy Whoa: I can barely hear my self think. This New York crowd is being very loud!!
Zach Davis: Alexander Richards charged at johnny Reb who just used Alexander Richards own momentum and grabbed him and nailed him with a ddt!!!
Freddy Whoa: We have more action behind us!!
Oblivion and Doc Henry continue to punch and kick one another.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Doc Henry and throws him towards the edge, of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry just reversed the Irish whip....
Zach Davis: Oblivion was whipped into the steel edge of the ring apron!!
The Monster stumbles out.....
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry with a classic poke to the eye.
Zach Davis: OHHH!!! I agree with the crowd, this is about get interesting.
Very Quickly, after poking Oblivion in the eye, doc Henry nails Oblivion with a pedigree!!
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry: Has Oblivion down.
Doc Henry tries to pick a deadweight Oblivion up and back into the ring.
Zach Davis: You HAVE to pin your opponent inside the ring.
Henry eventually slides Oblivion into the ring. Henry makes a pin cover.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry with a pin attempt!!
Zach Davis: WHERE IN THE HELL DID ALEX RICHARDS COME FROM?!?
Alexander Richards flies off the second turnbuckles with a belly splash across the back of Doc Henry.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry was squished by Alexander Richards.
Freddy Whoa: Richards picks up Doc Henry....
Alexander lifts his victim up for a press slam then dumps him on Oblivion who just grabs Doc Henry quickly and nails him with a fall away slam!!
Zach Davis: Richards goes back to his own corner.... NOOOOO!! Richards runs over to Johnny Reb, who was standing next to the security railing and charges at Reb, who moves out of the way....
Freddy Whoa: Alexander Richards collides into the security railing.
Johnny Reb sees Alex Richards injured. Reb charges at Alexander Richards....
Zach Davis: HOT SHOT!!!
Richards grabbed Reb and picked him up and slammed him down, face fist across the security guardrail.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion slams a boot in the gut of Doc Henry!!
Within an instant half blink of an eyelid, Oblivion places doc Henry on it's shoulder. The Monster knocks the legs off IT's shoulder....
Zach Davis: 5150!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion nailed it and is sore to move and slowly makes the cover.
Kyle Steel: The winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL WCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.... The Uzhas.... THE TERROR!!
Kyle Steel: This next match... IS THE WCF CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH!
The crowd cheers!
Zach Davis: Here we go, Shannan!
Freddy Whoa: Shannan?
Zach Davis: Sorry. I thought I was back in 2004.
The lights dim as Wrecking Ball blasts over the PA system and the camera searches the crowd till Wolf and Morrigan can be seen making their way down through the crowd towards ringside. As Wolf gets to the barricade it climbs up on it and looks around before jumping down and lifting Morrigan over it.
Kyle Steel: Haling from Horsham, England via way of Toronto, Canada and now residing in Chicago, Michigan Robert Wolf.
Wolf slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and stands in one of the corners before taking his hoodie off and handing it to Morrigan as he waits for the match to start.
"Down With Us" by Twiztid begins to bump over the P.A. system, and Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp. He throws his fists in the air, and encourages the crowd to make more noise as he jumps up and down.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He hails from Detroit Michigan. He is the Juggalo Warrior... Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah dances down to the bottom of the ramp, and stops. HE slaps the floor, and then raises his hands up, one making a "W" sign and one making a "C". He lets out a loud "Whoop whoop" which is returned by a small section of the crowd. He smiles at the group of painted fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He pops up and runs over to the corner. He leaps into the air, and lands on the top turnbuckle, using his hands only a little to steady himself. Once he finds his balance, he stands tall, throwing his fists up in the air as the crowd cheers. He lowers his arms, and does a backflip off the top rope, stumbling a bit, but landing on his feet. Isaiah leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky smirk as his music dies.
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.
Kyle Steel: He is the King of All Wrestlers, hs is Corey Black!
An eerie shade of green envelopes the arena. What Drives the Weak by Shadows Fall kick in, and green and grey light cues kick in, spinning and twirling. Nate Nytro makes his entrance! He has the Cruiserweight Title slung over his shoulder!
Kyle Steel: And next, he is the CURRENT REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION SINCE MAY OF 2004.... NAAAAAATE NYTROOOOO!
Nytro walks up the rampway. Upon entFreddyg, he interacts with the crowd on the corners, excited to be back in the ring.
Zach Davis: A lot going on in this match, Freddy. This is heavy.
Freddy Whoa: No it isn't! That's the point of the Title!
Zach Davis: Well EXCUSE ME, PRINCESS!, for trying to work in a Back to the Future reference.
Freddy Whoa: ...So you throw in a random Legend of Zelda reference? Ugh. Let's focus on the match.
Each man looks around at one another. At this point, there is no love lost between anyone.
Zach Davis: We could've potentially seen Nytro and Black align, but as seen during Black's promos and media appearances this week, he and Nytro clearly aren't allies any longer.
Freddy Whoa: We've got one more part to this match, the referee, yet to come!
The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as "The Cross (Brad Kane Edit)" by NAS is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment...
"I carry the cross if Virgin Mary had an abortion
Pyro explodes as the lights come back on in the arena. Standing before them is that old familiar face with a slight smirk. Brad Kane stands on the stage telling people to get up to their feet if they aren't already. He's wearing a referee T-shirt. Feeling the pounding music he begins to walk to the ring slapping the hands of all the fans who have their hands over the barricade. Brad continues to walk around ringside showing more love for the fans who made him into a world traveled wrestler before hopping up to the ring apron. He jumps up over the top rope and leaps up to the second turnbuckle closest to him. Brad throws his arms into the air before jumping off and backing into said corner as he waits for his match to begin as more cheers and camera flashes go off.
Zach Davis: Besides Nate Nytro, Reckless Jack is the only other man in history to have held the Cruiserweight Title. In fact, he defeated Creeping Death for it back in April of '04.
With Jack standing in the middle of the ring, he holds the Cruiserweight Title up in the air. He turns, showing it to the other side of the audience as well... and the bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: The match is on!
Corey Black goes straight for the Champion, running at him and taking him down with a Yakuza Kick!
Zach Davis: In the past, cruiserweight wrestling meant a whole lot of flippy moves and not much else. Now, the style has evolved; it also means hard hitting strikes and intelligent strategy. We've just seen some strikes, and I'm confident we'll see some strategy as well.
Nytro goes down and Corey turns right into a Running Enziguri by Isaiah Chavis! Chavis, in turn, is grabbed from behind by Robert Wolf, who executes a German Suplex into a bridge pin!
No!, Chavis escapes!
Freddy Whoa: Fair count by Brad Kane there, but he doesn't have any history with Chavis or Wolf so I guess that's about what we'd expect.
Chavis and Wolf get to their feet. Chavis runs at Wolf, only for Wolf to hit an Exploder Suplex!, sending Chavis flying out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Holy shit!
Chavis gets back up but Wolf isn't done... he runs at Chavis and dives through the ropes, hitting a Suicide Dive!
Freddy Whoa: Suicide Dive already?! Hot damn!
In the ring, Nytro and Black are both up and they go face to face. Nytro confronts Corey, asking Corey what he meant by his comments early in the week. Black responds that Nytro knows exactly what he meant. Nytro hits Corey with an open hand slap, to which Corey responds with an elbow strike to Nytro's head!
Zach Davis: Corey Black has the deadliest elbows in the wrestling business; Nytro better be careful.
Freddy Whoa: The man has an over ten year Cruiserweight Title reign to defend!, he sure as hell better be careful, you're right!
Black hits Nytro with elbow after elbow before kicking him in the gut, doubling him over, and following up with a Sitout Powerbomb into pin.
No!, Nytro kicked out.
Zach Davis: With Wolf and Chavis outside the ring, that could've been it right there.
Freddy Whoa: We don't know where Nate Nytro has been in the last decade, Zach. For all we know he could've been training this whole time for this very moment.
Zach Davis: I mean, that's unlikely, but I guess so..
Corey rolls away as Wolf gets back into the ring. Wolf grapples Corey from behind and hits a DRAGON SUPLEX out of nowhere!
Freddy Whoa: OOF! What a Suplex!
Wolf quickly picks Nytro up and hits him with a stiff forearm before executing a just-as-stiff Snap Suplex. Wolf floats over for the pin.
No!, Nytro kicks out.
Zach Davis: Nate Nytro, the Champion, not giving up so easily.
Chavis is back in the ring now. He charges Wolf and Dropkicks him in the back, sending him flying back out of the ring. Chavis then grabs Corey by the head and jumps onto a turnbuckle. He jumps off... Tornado DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful move, as always!
Doesn't go for a pin yet; instead Chavis runs to the ropes and Springboards. Almost as if he knew Corey would be getting to his feet, he's able to grab Corey's head and take him down with a Bulldog!
Zach Davis: Great intuition there by Chavis.
Chavis gets up and keep running, because again, Corey Black is to his feet. Chavis runs at Corey and executes a Hurricanrana into a pin!
NO!, Corey kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Great combination there!, but not enough to keep Corey Black down!
Zach Davis: And as far as I can tell Brad Kane is being a fair judge, albeit a somewhat moody one. Seems like he gets grumpy every time someone bothers him to make a count.
Now Chavis breaks up, waiting for Corey to get to his feet. Once Corey is up Chavis runs at him and executes a Jumping Neckbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: Oof!
Chavis gets back up only for Wolf to cut him off with a Legsweep DDT. Wolf turns - only for Nate Nytro to cut HIM off with a Jumping Heel Kick! The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: Nate Nytro, getting some offense in!
Nytro runs to the ropes as Corey Black is up and running at him. Nytro flies off and hits a Whisper in the Wind! Chavis is up next and runs into a kick from Nytro, only to be dropped with an X-Factor!
Freddy Whoa: The Champion is cleaning house!
Nytro pins Chavis, hooking the leg.
No!, Black breaks it up!
Zach Davis: Winning this match means your name goes in the history books. Black has already made his name, but for Wolf and Chavis, it means a great deal more.
Freddy Whoa: However, Black has a very personal interest in the Cruiserweight Title.
Black lifts Nytro up and grasps him before planting him on the mat with a Uranage Suplex. He then runs to the corner and jumps up onto a turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: This is part of what the Cruiserweight Title is about.. high risks!
360 Splash into a pin! The crowd roars as Corey hits it!
NO!, Chavis breaks it up! The Juggalo Warrior then ducks a Clothesline as Corey gets up - only to hit a Pele Kick!
Freddy Whoa: PELE!
Black goes down which allows Chavis to jump to the top rope. He flies off..
Zach Davis: Into the pin!
NO!, Wolf breaks it up! Robert Wolf picks Chavis up and grapples him in a Sleeper. He's positioning for a Sleeper Suplex but Chavis elbows his way out of it. Wolf throws Chavis to the ropes but Chavis slides under them. Wolf runs at him, Chavis hits him with an elbow to the face. Wolf is sent stumbling away and as he turns Chavis Springboards over the top and into a Crossbody!, into the pin!
Nate Nytro breaks it up!
Freddy Whoa: Nytro doesn't want to lose his Championship!
Nytro lifts Chavis up and grabs him by the throat.
Zach Davis: He's going to Chokeslam him!
No, Chavis kicks Nytro in the gut, breaking free. He backs up as Nytro stumbles away and runs at him..
Freddy Whoa: WICKED KICK! CHAVIS HITS IT!
Chavis drops down and pins Nytro, hooking the leg!
NO!, BLACK BREAKS IT UP!
Zach Davis: Everyone is breaking up everyone's pins, here. But Black just saved the match from being over!
Black lifts Chavis up and in one swift motion lifts him into the Vertical Suplex position before dropping him right on his head.
Freddy Whoa: BRAINBUSTAH!~! COREY HITS IT!
Corey pins Chavis!
NO! CHAVIS KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: WHAT HEART!
The crowd claps as Chavis kicks out. Corey gets up only to be sent to the ropes by Robert Wolf. Wolf catches him as he's coming back and hits a Spinning Spinebuster. Wolf then climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Robert Wolf is going high risk now..
He measures Corey... and flies off with his High Angle Senton Bomb!
Zach Davis: WRECKING BALL MARK 2!
NO! COREY ROLLS AWAY! Wolf hits the mat, landing on his back. He gets up, holding his back in pain, only to be sent flying out of the ring by a Flying Forearm Smash by Nate Nytro!
Freddy Whoa: Nytro eliminating one competitor.. Nytro, don't turn around!
Nytro turns around and walks right into a ZIG ZAG!
Zach Davis: MIGHTY DEATH POP!
The crowd pops! Chavis drops down and pins him in the middle of the ring, hooking the leg!
Freddy Whoa: NO! COREY PULLS CHAVIS AWAY!
Zach Davis: And throughout this match we've seen no bias from Brad Kane. I can't believe it.
Chavis angrily gets up and bounces off the ropes, going for a second Wicked Kick, but Corey sidesteps it and hits Chavis with a Yakuza Kick!, sending him flying out of the ring. Nytro is up, but groggy. Corey locks him in an Abdominal Stretch.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no.
Corey drops Nate down into the mat and pulls out his elbow and strikes Nytro with it. Again. And again. And again. And again.
Zach Davis: For Victory or Death!, Corey Black has it locked in, and he's hitting the Cruiserweight Champion over and over with it. Like we said earlier, cruiserweight wrestling is about more than high flying now... but can Corey Black win like this?
The light in Nytro's eyes seems to fade. His head lulls.
Brad Kane calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: THAT'S IT!
Pursuit of Honor hits as Corey lets go of the hold. Nytro has been bloodied. The timekeeper hands Brad Kane the Cruiserweight Title... which he hands to Corey Black.
Zach Davis: This is history, Freddy. Plain and simple.
Freddy Whoa: A belt has changed hands that hasn't done so in over a decade. And Brad Kane, the first Champion, is giving that belt to Corey Black. Yes, it doesn't get any bigger than this.
Wolf is outside the ring holding his head in pain. Chavis is in a corner, looking up somewhat angrily. Corey Black looks at the Cruiserweight Title with sentimentality in his eyes for a brief second before holding it up high in the air to a huge pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Corey Black has waited over ten years for the chance to hold this Title, and finally, his wish has come true! This is the man that will face ICE Beckman at Slam 300!
Revenge goes to commercial for War as Black raises the Title high in the air as Nate Nytro begins to wake up, realizing what has happened.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. If Waylon Cash wins, Scott Savage will be forced to disband S-PAC and leave the WCF. If Scott Savage wins, Waylon Cash must take a leave of absence to attend rehab! Coming to the ring first…
“Night on Bald Mountain” begins to play over the speakers, bringing angry booing from the audience. Scott Savage struts out onto the entrance ramp dressed in a full suit. He mockingly bows to the crowd as they throw garbage at him.
Kyle Steel: He hails from Trenton New Jersey. He stands six feet, ten inches tall and weighs 305 pounds. Scott Savage!
Scott smiles at the angry audience, and makes his way up the ring steps. He wipes his feet on the apron before climbing between the ropes and throwing his arms in the air. He takes off his jacket and shirt, leaving him in just a pair of slacks and dress shoes. His music dies, but the crowd’s anger doesn’t. “Criminals” begins to play, and Waylon Cash comes out to an equally hateful response.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing six feet, five inches tall, weighing 230 pounds. He hails from Macon Georgia… Waylon Cash!
Waylon barely notices the crowd. His eyes are locked firmly on his former manager. He marches down the ramp, and rolls under the bottom rope. He doesn’t make any pretense of mocking the fans. He merely stands in his corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: A big match for both of these men. A lot on the line here.
Freddy Whoa: Not just career wise either. These two have a long history, and I have a feeling this match is going to get personal quick.
The bells rings, and Waylon sprints across the canvas. He leaps into the air, coming down with a heavy elbow to Scott’s skull. Savage is caught off guard, and stumbles back into the corner. Waylon hits him with rights and lefts until Scott gathers himself enough to shove Waylon across the ring. Cash runs back at him, but Scott swings hard, knocking him loopy with a right hand. He then grabs the back of Waylon’s head, and drives his face into the top turnbuckle. Waylon stumbles out of the corner swinging wildly, but Scott ducks a punch and hits him with a hip toss. Cash hits the canvas hard, and rolls to the ropes to drag himself up. Scott runs at him, clotheslining him over the top rope. Cash tumbles to the concrete below.
Zach Davis: This is not looking good for Waylon Cash early on.
Freddy Whoa: Savage is a big man, and he hasn’t been retired all that long. This is going to be a very difficult fight.
Scott climbs down, and lifts Waylon to his feet, before tossing him over the announcer’s table. Zach and Freddy scatter, leaving Waylon to crash into the barricade behind them. Scott doesn’t waste any time in walking around the table, and stomping away at Waylon’s ribs. He drags Cash to his feet, and back around the announce table. He whips Waylon across the concrete, sending him shoulder first into the ring steps.
Freddy Whoa: Scott Savage just dismantling Waylon Cash here. This match might not go as long as we thought.
Scott walks toward Waylon, but in desperation, Cash whips around and throws the top half of the steps at him. The steel collides with Scott, sending him to the ground. The ref rings the bell.
Zach Davis: A DQ loss? That’s an odd ending…
Before the referee can even announce the verdict, Seth’s music hits. The boss steps out onto the entrance ramp, microphone in his hand.
Seth Lerch: No! Absolutely not! I demand to see the destruction of S-PAC and I will not have it end like this. The match will be restarted as a no disqualification match!
The crowd cheers this decision as the ref rings the bell again, restarting the match. Scott hasn’t recovered, and Waylon is now on him, returning the stomps to the chest. He then walks over and rips the bell away from the time keeper. As Scott is rising to his feet, Waylon slams the bell on the apron a couple times. Once Savage is standing, Waylon swings, but Scott ducks it and kicks him in the gut. With Waylon doubled over, Scott grabs his head and hits him with a snap suplex on the concrete.
Zach Davis: Waylon is going to need to do something big to get back into this match. Scott Savage has dominated for the most part.
Freddy Whoa: Well Waylon’s been on quite the losing streak lately, I’m not sure what he was thinking accepting this match.
Scott brings him to his feet again and tosses him under the bottom rope. He then grabs the bell and climbs into the ring. He waits for Waylon to stand before swinging, clocking him in the forehead. Waylon goes down, and blood immediately begins to trickle down his face. Scott quickly covers him for the pin.
...No! Waylon kicks out. With an angry grunt, Scott lifts him up again and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Savage bends down for a back body drop, but Cash stops himself and kicks Scott hard in the chest. Scott stands upright again, but Waylon bounces off the ropes behind him and jumps up, hitting Scott with a crossbody block. Scott goes down, and Waylon rolls out of the ring, holding his ribs. Cash lifts up the ring apron and begins searching, eventually pulling out a kendo stick. He rolls back and and stands to his feet, hitting Scott with a few brutal shots to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Waylon Cash isn’t done yet.
Zach Davis: Never count out Waylon Cash! He’s peppFreddyg Scott with that kendo stick!
Cash nails him across the back several more times, before backing up and running forward, swinging the stick like a golf club. It collides with the side of Scott’s head, sending him to the ground and opening up a wound.
Zach Davis: And both wrestlers are now bleeding from the head. This is going to get messy.
Waylon drops the stick, and begins stomping at Scott’s head, causing the wound to open even more. Blood from both men stains the canvas, as Waylon drops to his knees and hits Scott with lefts and rights. After a little while Cash stands back up and climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Waylon going to the top, something big in mind!
Before Waylon can jump, Scott stands back to his feet, and punches him in the gut. He then grabs Cash and tosses him carelessly off the top. Waylon crashes hard to the mat, and looks to be out. Scott goes for another pin.
...3! no! Waylon gets a shoulder up at the last second. Scott looks angry, but rises to his feet. He back across the ring, and just stands there with a hateful look in his eyes. Once Waylon is on his hands and knees, Scott runs forward and tries to punt him in the side of the head. Waylon goes upright at the last second, and grabs Scott’s leg, sending him to his back. Cash then dives on him and hits him with several hard right hands. Scott scrambles and grabs the bottom rope, dragging himself out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Scott Savage bailing out, and the match belongs to Waylon now!
Cash stands up and bounces off the ropes. He then does a somersault over the top, his body aimed at Scott Savage. Scott proves too strong however, and manages to catch Waylon in a powerbomb position. Savage spins around and hits the powerbomb on the top edge of the steel railing. Waylon’s shoulder blades hit the steel, and he crumples to the ground, screaming in pain.
Freddy Whoa: A painful powerbomb onto the railing! Waylon looks like he’s in a bad spot.
Scott grabs him and tosses him into the ring again, before rooting around under the ring. He pulls out a spool of barbed wire and a chair, throwing both items into the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope to find Waylon barely managing to stand. This pisses Scott off, so he bounces off the ropes, and hits Waylon with a stiff boot to the head. He drags the unconscious wrestler to the ropes, and secures his arms to the middle rope by wrapping barbed wire around them.
Zach Davis: Scott tying Waylon up in an almost crucifix like position here. He has no way to defend himself.
Scott doesn’t attack at first. Once Waylon is secure, he gets in the man’s face and begins screaming at him.
Scott Savage: YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS! IT DIDN’T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY!
Scott reels back and hits Waylon with several right hands to the face, causing blood to pour down much faster. After a bit, Scott is not satisfied with fists. He grabs the chair and brings it down hard on his former client’s head. Waylon is clearly out of it, but Scott continues bringing the chair down on his head with deafening clangs.
Zach Davis: Alright, someone stop this!
Almost as if on cue, the ref signals for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by referee stoppage, Scott Savage.
Scott doesn’t look happy about the win. In fact, tears begins to roll down his face and mix with the blood.
Zach Davis: Is Scott Savage crying?
Freddy Whoa: I thought I was prepared to see just about anything. This is shocking to me.
The ref tries to utnie Waylon, but Scott shoves him away, opting to do it himself. Once Waylon is free, Scott rolls out of the ring, and drags Waylon with him, carrying him in his arms. Openly crying, Scott carries Waylon around the ring and up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Scott Savage carrying his former client out of here, and this will be the last we see of Waylon Cash, at least for the time being.
Freddy Whoa:... I… I don’t even know what to say.
"The Final Countdown" by Europe plays.
A Vignette plays of Livewire doing pull ups. The camera pans out and flips upside down, or rather right side up and yous see that Pierce is actually doing inverted push ups on the pull up bar.
The scene switches and Gray is running through the woods, hurdling over fallen logs, and diving over and under branches.
The scene switches again to Pierce doing a split over a lake, and he's in a meditative pose.
The it turns to the image of Gray's face as he speaks to the camera.
Livewire: Destiny is man's way of saying that they don't want to take responsibility for their future. We all pave our opwn way twoards greatness. This week I pave my path towards the world championship. Beckman, Marshall, you've both been warned over and over again not to take me lightly, and tonight, at the main event, I'm gonna show you why.
Zach Davis: It's time for the Clockwork Orange House Of Fun Match!
Freddy Whoa: Which means it's time for parents to put the young ones to bed.
Zach Davis: Way to play up the brutality of this match!
Freddy Whoa: Seriously, parents, put the kids to bed. Child Services will take your children away from you if they find out you let them watch this.
Zach Davis: Okay now you may be going a bit overboard.
Freddy Whoa: WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?
Zach Davis: Maude Flanders?
Freddy Whoa: Helen Lovejoy.
Zach Davis: What were we talking about again?
Freddy Whoa: Err, I forget.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! Would you just look at the set-up for this match!
The camera gives the viewers at home a sweeping shot of the workers as they rush to finish setting up for the match. A cage wall with strands of barbed wire strategically placed on it is already set up along one side of the ring. Poles stretch up to the sky from each turnbuckle, with wires strung from each over the ring in an X. An assortment of weapons hang from the wires, including a golf club, a kendo stick and several black mystery bags. At ringside there's a few tables, some set up and some just leaned against the barricade, chairs scattered about and a ladder set up at the bottom of the ramp. The officials all head to the back as Kyle Steel steps into the ring with a microphone.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN MATCH!
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction. Price pauses at the top of the ramp and then points to the curtain.
Zach Davis: Is that? IT IS!
Shannan Lerch walks out onto the stage to a massive pop from the crowd. A "WE WANT SHANNAN!" chant breaks out as Price raises Shannan's hand in the air before leading her down the ramp. They approach the announce table and Price tells Freddy Whoa to take a hike.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell? I have a job to do! I JUST GOT HERE!
Zach Davis: You'll get paid for tonight no matter what.
Freddy Whoa: I'm off to find the cotton candy man!
Freddy hands over her headset to Shannan and takes off as Shannan takes a seat at the announce table. Price gives her a pat on the shoulder and then heads for the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 250 pounds, he is the WCF Internet Champion...JAYSON PRICE!
He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before pointing to the Playboy logo on his shirt before hopping down to the mat. Price then pulls off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd as he leans against the ropes and waits for the match to start.
Zach Davis: And look who's joining me to call this match! How have you been Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: Shut up Zach.
Zach Davis: Just like old times!
"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 entrance way and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. 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 piece, and a jewel encrusted cane.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, he is the WCF Hardcore Champion...STEVE ORBIT!
Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entFreddyg the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and strategizes with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Shannan Lerch: Now that's one fine piece of chocolate. I'd like to sink my teeth into-
Zach Davis: Whoa! I see you're still the same old Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: What can I say, when you find something that you're good at, you stick with it.
Zach Davis: You know we really should talk more about the match.
Shannan Lerch: Well thanks to Sarah Twilight, that red headed cu-
Zach Davis: Ahem. This might be a PPV but there's still some things you can't say on air.
Shannan Lerch: Well fuck.
Zach Davis: ... Let's get to the match!
Senior Referee Slappy Johnson has to get between both Orbit and Price to keep them from coming to blows before the match can even begin. Roman helps pull Steve back to his corner as the referee guides Price to his.
Shannan Lerch: So should we maybe tell everyone out there watching just what the rules of this match are?
Zach Davis: Sure! There are none!
Shannan Lerch: None you say?
Zach Davis: Just that the pin has to happen inside the ring. Other than that, you can do just about anything that you can think of.
Shannan Lerch: So you're saying that Price could do that thing that he did to me last night?
Zach Davis: Save me now bell!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Shannan Lerch: And here we go!
Price and Orbit charge out of their corners and meet in a flurry of fists in the center of the ring. Lefts and rights fly as they make their way all over the ring, until finally Orbit ends up sprawled up against the ropes. Price runs across the ring and hits the opposite ropes before coming back looking for a clothesline. Orbit ducks it and then catches Price with a clothesline of his own, sending Price over the top rope and to the floor. Orbit grabs a kendo stick hanging over the ring and exits the ring before hitting Price over the back with the stick. Price stumbles forward into the barricade as Orbit drops the kendo stick and charges at Price, driving him ribs first into the barricade.
Zach Davis: OOF! That hurt even my ribs.
Orbit now yelling for the fans to move as he grabs Price by the head and smashes him face first into the barricade. Orbit goes to do it a second time but Price blocks it and catches him with an elbow to the gut. Price now smashing Orbit's face into the barricade before picking him up and dumping him chest first onto the barricade.
Shannan Lerch: Hey! Get Roman back from there!
Buddy Roman has grabbed a chair and is inching up behind Price when Jayson turns around and catches him red handed. Roman drops the chair and runs for the hills with Price right behind him. Roman rounds a ring post and then rolls under the ropes and into the ring. Price starts to follow him in when Orbit grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back out. Orbit with a Pimp Slap that spins Price around before knocking him on his ass. Orbit grabs a chair from the ground and smacks it across Price's back as he tries to stand up, knocking him back down to the ground.
Zach Davis: What a chair shot!
Orbit with a second chair shot across the back before tossing the chair into the ring. Price is writhing on the ground in pain when Orbit grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Orbit now looking toward the announce with some bad intentions in his eyes.
Shannan Lerch: I think it's time to get-
Shannan and Zach are forced to run as Orbit leads Price toward the announce table and then whips him into it. Price crashes into and then over the table and lands under the announcer's chairs.
Zach Davis: My Snapple!
Orbit goes to pull the chairs off of Price when from out of nowhere he's struck in the face with a glass bottle.
Zach Davis: My other Snapple!
Orbit grabs for his face as Price frees himself from under the chairs and tackles Orbit into the barricade. Price now with a right hand before he backs up and clotheslines Orbit into the crowd. Steve lands at the feet of some fans as Price climbs over the barricade. Price now pulling Orbit up and he lays into him with a right. Then a second right. Orbit reeling as he tries to get away from Price by heading up the stairs.
Shannan Lerch: They're taking this fight into the crowd!
The cameraman continues to follow the action until we spot an all too familiar face in the crowd.
Zach Davis: Is that Al Sharpton?!?!
It is indeed the Reverend Al Sharpton in attendence for the Pay Per View and he looks none too happy to see Jayson Price.
Shannan Lerch: Well now this is interesting. There was a bit of controversy earlier this week as Reverend Sharpton took offense to Price using a hashtag that mentioned Ferguson, Missouri in a tweet.
Zach Davis: And that wasn't even the most offensive thing he said this week.
Shannan Lerch: How on Earth is this going to end?
Price gets into the face of Sharpton and tells him to get back to his seat. We can't quite make out what Sharpton is saying but it's enough to make Price spit into his face. Sharpton tries to respond with a slap to the face but Price blocks it and grabs Sharpton before hitting him with a Downfall. The crowd around Price explodes with cheers as Price takes a bow.
Zach Davis: Why do I feel like that's only going to be the first of many lawsuits we get hit with tonight?
Price continues to milk the cheers from the crowd until Orbit grabs a kendo stick from Buddy Roman and smacks him in the back with it. Price screams out in pain and takes off through the crowd with Orbit right behind him swinging the stick with reckless abandon. Fans are forced to scamper and duck as security tries to get them out of the way.
Zach Davis: So many, many lawsuits.
Orbit finally manages to bring Price to his knees as he breaks the kendo stick over his back. Roman begins to yell Steve's name and point to the ring.
Shannan Lerch: And now Buddy Roman reminding Steve that he can't win this match in the crowd. The pin can only happen in the ring.
Orbit nods his head and pulls Price up to his feet before leading him back toward the barricade. Orbit tosses Price over and then climbs over as Roman yells words of encouragement to Steve. Orbit now pulling Price up and rolling him into the ring before he slides in and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Price gets his shoulder up!
Orbit back up to his feet as he looks around at the weapons hanging above him. Orbit eyes up one of the black mystery bags and pulls it down. Orbit opens it and dumps out...
Shannan Lerch: LEGOS! DEAR GOD!
Hundreds of brightly colored legos fall to the mat. Price is trying to get to his feet and Orbit helps him up. Orbit pulls Price in for a suplex but Price blocks it with his foot. Orbit tries a second time but again Price blocks it. Price now with the counter and he drops Orbit with a front suplex face first into the legos.
Zach Davis: THE HUMANITY!
Price with the quick pin attempt.
Shannan Lerch: Orbit with the kickout.
Price pulls Orbit up to his feet and sets him up for the Downfall. Orbit with the counter as he catches Price with an elbow to the face. Now Orbit lifts Price up into the air and charges toward the cage wall, slamming Price backfirst into it. Orbit now picking Price up and he rams him into the cage wall a second time before letting him go. Price slides down the wall and is left trapped between the ropes and the cage wall, struggling to get himself free from the tight space. Roman is on the outside of the ring screaming for Orbit to get Price before he gets free as Orbit shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Price starts to get a leg free when Orbit bounces off the ropes he's leaning on and sprints across the ring. Orbit with a spear that drives Price into the cage wall.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
The crowd gasps as the wall begins to buckle. Orbit sees the buckling and runs back to the other side of the ring. Orbit hits the ropes and comes back with a second spear. The cage wall buckles again before finally giving way.
Shannan Lerch: LOOK OUT!
The first row of the crowd is forced to move out of the way as the cage wall comes crashing down onto the barricade. Price is left sprawled out on the cage wall as it lays supported by the apron and the barricade. Roman begins jumping up and down and screaming for Orbit to finish it. Steve looks to the corner and heads for it. He climbs up to the top rope as the crowd gets to their feet with their cameras ready.
Shannan Lerch: NO!
Orbit leaps off the top rope with the Oakland Splash, driving Price nearly through the cage wall as it bends beneath their weight.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee carefully makes his way out onto the wall to check on both Orbit and Price as they stay laid out. Roman climbs up onto the wall and tries to help Orbit to his feet as the referee is having issues getting Price to answer him. Roman gets Orbit to his feet and Steve stumbles over to where Price and the referee are. Orbit grabs Price by the ankles and begins to drag him back toward the ring.
Zach Davis: This match is over folks. Jayson Price is out cold, I haven't seen him move since Orbit hit that devastating Oakland Splash onto the cage wall.
Shannan Lerch: This isn't good Zach.
Orbit steps through the ropes and then drags Price into the ring under the bottom rope before hooking the leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: And that is...
NO! Price with the shoulder up!
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD! PRICE LIVES!
Roman drops to his knees outside the ring and clutches the sides of his head as the arena is in stunned silence. Orbit rolls off of Price and sits up looking equally shocked.
Zach Davis: How in the hell did that not put Price out for good?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know Zach. I don't know.
Orbit up to his feet now as he looks to Roman for an answer. Roman looks around and grabs a chair before sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: What the hell is Buddy Roman doing in the ring?
Roman hands the chair off to Orbit, who readies it like a baseball bat on his shoulder. Orbit points to Price and Roman grabs him by the head before pulling him upright. Roman gets him up before letting go and Orbit swings the chair with all his might. With a loud crack, the chair makes contact with the side of Price's head and he drops to the mat. Orbit now handing the chair back to Roman and he points at Price. Roman nods his head and kneels down beside Jayson, placing the chair over his head.
Shannan Lerch: No! NO! STOP THIS NOW!
The referee is pleading with Roman and Orbit as Steve heads for the corner and climbs to the top rope. In one swift motion Orbit launches himself off of the turnbuckle and hits an Oakland Splash onto the chair, smashing it into Price's head. Orbit rolls over and hooks the leg for the pin.
"Who Gon Stop Me" hits the speakers as Roman helps Steve to his feet and raises his arm in the air. The referee checks on Price and immediately signals for the medics as blood gushes from the top of his head.
Kyle Steel: Your winner, the WCF Hardcore Champion, STEVE ORBIT!
Zach Davis: There are no words for the level of brutality we've just witnessed from Steve Orbit. The questions Jayson Price raised about Orbit's Hardcore Title reign have been answered with authority.
Shannan Lerch: I just never knew Steve had it in him. I just can't believe it.
Zach Davis: And what is next for Jayson Price? He challenged Steve Orbit to a match, his match, and was completely dominated. Add this loss to the string of losses he's had recently and where does that leave him?
Shannan Lerch: Right now the only question that matters is how badly is Price hurt right now?
Kyle hands Steve his Hardcore Title as the referee and medics continue to check on Price. Roman again raises Orbit's arm to the crowd, who in turn let loose with a chorus of boos. The camera zooms in on Orbit's smiling face as we go to a promo for next month's WAR PPV.
Shannan is forcibly removed as Freddy Whoa rejoins the announce table.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to ringside folks! While the cameras were backstage just now, my broadcast partner and I were joined--
Jay Omega: By someone much better looking, and far more entertaining. I've gotta say, you're terrible at this, Davis. Let's the pros handle it, all right?
Zach Davis: I am a professional! This is my job, after all!
Freddy Whoa: And like Jay said, you're terrible at it.
Jay Omega: Regardless of Zach's performance issues, it's now time for the cherry on tonight's sundae of excellence, as we settle in to watch OUR World Champion, Natural ICE Beckman, lay a frosty beating on the Outlander, Colin Marshall, and the Livewire, Grayson Pierce!
Freddy Whoa: See? He's much better than you, Zach. Now shush, and let Steel do his job.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the WCF Revenge main event! The following is a Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing the first challenger, from Long Island, New York...
"Hell Yea" by Rev Theory plays as the lights shut off. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and a shadow can be seen running towards it, growing larger and larger until the words hit on the music... "GIMME A HELL... GIMME A YEA!!" and Gray Pierce bursts through the curtains, then jogs to a stop at the top of the ramp to accept the cheers of the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds; the Livewire... GRAAAYSOOON PIIIEEERCE!
He works his way down the entrance ramp and slaps the hands of the adoring fans. When he gets to the ring he leaps onto the apron and wipes his feet before climbing through the top and middle ropes. He runs to one side, jumps on the bottom rope and leans forward making the rock star devil horns and sticking his tongue out at the crowd. The crowd cheers and women scream. He smiles his million dollar smile and he retreats to the corner waiting for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Grayson Pierce has consistently followed through on his promise to electrify the fans of the WCF Galaxy; leaving them in shock and awe each week so far.
Jay Omega: Kid knows how to scrap, I'll give him that. He's quick, he's resilient. But he's also a little hesitant. You can tell that he's not in this sport to hurt people.
Freddy Whoa: I knew there was a good reason I didn't like him.
Kyle Steel: And the second challenger, from McKinney, Texas...
The opening riffs to “Self vs Self” by Pendulum shreds throughout the arena, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. “The Outlander” Colin Marshall walks on to the stage and continues down on to the ramp. He looks to the left and right in a quick manner as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds; the Outlander... COOOOLIIIN MAAARSHAAALL!
Colin walks around to the right side of the ring and hops up on to the apron, linking one arm around the top rope and brandishing his other to the crowd. He steps through the middle and top rope, entFreddyg the ring and awaiting the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall looks ready to tear the Livewire in half, and this match isn't even underway yet!
Jay Omega: Can't really blame him; Pierce did kick him in the face last week.
Zach Davis: That was clearly an accident! Grayson was aiming for Zombie McMorris!
Freddy Whoa: And he missed his shot, Zach. Just like both of these two are going to miss their shot at ICE tonight.
"God's Gonna Cut You Down" hits the speakers, and Buddy Roman steps out onto the stage to a thunderous chorus of boos. He stands silently for a moment in his immaculately tailored three piece suit, and smiles as he soaks in the jeers. He motions for the crowd to quiet down, which they eventually do, and he raises the mic to his lips as his music cuts off.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Vincent "Buddy" Roman. I must say, it makes a father proud to look down at this very ring, and see that the dregs placed before my SON are already feeling the biting cold of a winter storm. Gray, son, I see you shiver, not with anticipation, but because you stand in the chill of his shadow! Colin Marshall-Roman, you think you know what it means to be cold, but you can't outlast the deep freeze brought on by the ICE Age! My boys, like a good father I only want what's best for you, and I do see greatness in your respective futures. Not personal greatness, of course, no no no; but greatness nonetheless. I speak of the greatness that is my favorite son; the greatness of YOUR World Champion. The man who has achieved what neither of you are capable of, a man who has conquered! The! HATE! Without further ado, it is my fatherly pride and pleasure to introduce NATURAL! ICE! BECKMAN-ROMAN! THE THIRD!
A hush falls over the arena, when over the PA system a man asks, "Are you drunk yet?", and the crowd responds with a mixture of cheers and boos as "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shots of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the can in his hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Zach Davis: Natural ICE Beckman looks a bit more... sober than usual.
Jay Omega: Give it time; he hasn't finished his entrance yet.
ICE smiles at the crowd; going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs beer all the way down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and wipes beer foam from his beard.
Jay Omega: There; now he's got another... was that six, or seven?
Freddy Whoa: I counted nine.
Jay Omega: Even better! This is gonna be great!
Senior referee Stan Moser accepts the title belt from Buddy Roman over in ICE's corner. He turns and displays it to Marshall, Pierce, then the crowd, before passing it off to the timekeeper.
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: There's the bell, and Gray Pierce makes a beeline for ICE Beckman; taking the fight to the champ right off the hop!
Jay Omega: Never try to brawl with a drunk. Especially one like ICE; booze makes a great painkiller.
Livewire and Beckman trade a few punches before ICE easily gains the advantage, and gets in a trio of unanswered shots, when Gray hits a jawbreaker. Pierce jumps back up with a European uppercut that has enough force behind it to send the champion reeling back into the corner. The Livewire's feet barely touch canvas again before Marshall takes him down with a belly to belly suplex. The Outlander stands up and spins around to drive a kick deep into ICE's gut, then hooks him for a snap suplex that slams Beckman down on Pierce. Colin follows up with and elbow drop, then hauls the champion to his feet and sends him into the ropes. ICE ducks under a clothesline on the rebound and barrels into the opposite side to pick up a full head of steam, just as Grayson hops to his feet and comes in from the side with a spinning heel kick that takes Beckman to the mat.
Zach Davis: A blistFreddyg pace set so far by the challengers; and we're just getting warmed up!
Jay Omega: Give the champ time to oxidize, will ya? Soon enough all those cold ones will kick in, and ICE will put these two on ice.
Zach Davis: Aren't you out here in support of Grayson Pierce?
Jay Omega: Well, "support" is a strong word. I'm not here to get involved, just to make sure no one else does either. Whoever wins will do it by himself, and I'd put money on Bec-- Ooh! Did you hear that kick?
As the Livewire had been climbing to his feet, Marshall tried to intercept; Pierce had shrugged off the grip, then caught an attempted kick, but failed to dodge the following enzuigiri. With Grayson down and the champion now rising, the Outlander moves to intercept once again, but gets brought up short by a left jab to the breadbasket. Beckman fires off a right cross to Colin's jaw, then takes a handful of hair and blasts Marshall with a straight right to the forehead. The Outlander stumbles back and ICE matches him step for step, nailing hard shots that back Colin almost completely across the ring. Marshall finds the wherewithal to lash out with a toe kick that doubles the champion over, then hits a snap DDT that puts Beckman on his face. Pierce pulls himself to his feet and sees the Outlander leaning against the ropes on the other side of the ring, then charges across the canvas before Marshall can recuperate further.
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall with a back body drop that sends the Livewire out of--
Jay Omega: No! Pierce snags the top rope, and lands on his feet out on the apron!
Freddy Whoa: Turn around, Colin!
The Outlander glances over his shoulder at Grayson then spins in the opposite direction to connect with the Riot Punch, sending the Livewire crashing down onto the barricade.
Jay Omega: That's my cue; excuse me.
Omega leaves the announce table as Beckman rolls up Colin from behind with a classic schoolboy; Jay heads around the ring as the ref slides into position.
Buddy Roman slinks around one ringpost, while Jay rounds the opposing one at the same time, and Roman stops.
Marshall kicks out, and Buddy backs away from Pierce with his palms out, the brass knuckles on his right hand glinting under the bright lights. Omega just points at Roman, then back over to Beckman's corner, and claps the Livewire on the shoulder as Pierce pulls himself together, and slides back into the ring. Grayson hits the rising World Champion with a double axe handle from behind, dropping Beckman down to a knee as Jay makes his way back to the announce table. ICE drives an elbow into Pierce's midsection and follows it with quick shot across the jaw, then climbs fully to his feet as the Outlander does the same. Colin takes to the air with a jumping back heel kick that catches the Livewire unexpectedly, when the World Champion ducks out of the way.
Zach Davis: Natural ICE Beckman shows some fine instincts by avoiding contact there--
Jay Omega: The man's a brawler, Zach; instinct is what he runs on. Plan all you want, but once the bell rings, the match takes on a life of its own; dodging at the right time can be just as effective hitting a big move..
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of big moves, during your match with Zomb--
Jay Omega: Now now, let's keep the chatter pertinent to the action at hand, shall we? Don't try to overshadow our World Champion.
Beckman quickly catches Marshall in a rear waistlock, then hits a German suplex into the center of the ring. Grayson pushes himself up and away from the ropes still a little dazed, and gets scoop slammed for his trouble. ICE backs up to drop a falling headbutt on the Livewire, then turns back to Colin. Groggy, the Outlander climbs to unsteady feet, but shakes his head and finds surer footing as the champ draws closer. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow, and Marshall gains the advantage when he slips out to the side and wrings Beckman's arm. Colin drives an elbow into the shoulder, then wrings the arm again before ICE rolls forward to release the pressure, and pulls the Outlander down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Cocktailed Crossface! ICE Beckman's got the Cocktailed Crossface locked in!
Freddy Whoa: This could be the end of the match right here!
Jay Omega: Not with Pierce in there to break things up; he just saved Marshall's ass with that knee strike, and kept himself in the match at the same time.
The champ gets to his feet rubbing the back of his head, while Marshall rolls over to the ropes working his arm. Pierce lights up ICE's chest with a knife edge chop, hits a staggFreddyg forearm smash, then puts Beckman on the mat with a standing dropkick. Before Gray gets halfway to his feet, the Outlander grabs him with a front facelock and backpedals toward the corner, then lifts him by the waist and dives back; effectively DDTing the Livewire into the second turnbuckle. Pierce goes limp in the corner, and Colin rolls him over and hooks a leg. Moser slides into position, hanging half out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh come on, what is this?
Freddy Whoa: What's what, Zach? I don't see anything.
Buddy pulls the official out of the ring to break the count, and Omega jumps up from the announce table. In the ring, ICE lands on Marshall's back with an elbow; the timing close enough to break the count had it not already been interrupted. Roman and Moser trade barbs and threats while Jay makes his way around the ring, and Beckman pulls the Outlander into position for the Box Wine Hangover. Colin crashes to the mat headfirst and the champ makes a cover, while Omega comes up to interject himself between Buddy and the ref. ICE catches sight of the happenings outside the ring, and breaks his own pin to go lean over the ropes; shouting for Moser to get the fuck in the fucking ring and do his fucking job. Stan starts to do just that when Roman takes a swipe at Jay with a loaded fist. Omega ducks under the dusted knuckles, and the wild punch connects solidly with the back of Moser's head. Grayson rolls the champ up in a scoolboy, while Buddy turns around to eat a superkick from Jay.
Zach Davis: Order has broken down with the referee out of comission! Grayson Pierce realizes nobody's counting the fall, and just now puts together what happened. I'm sure he's thinking the same thing we all are; why now?
Freddy Whoa: Well, according to this note Jay scribbled before he took off, "a wise man comes prepared".
Omega slides into the ring, pulls off his plaid vest and turns it inside out, revealing black and white stripes with a WCF logo on the left breast.
Zach Davis: I highly doubt he's an officially sanctioned referee.
Freddy Whoa: It wouldn't surprise me if he were. It's not like it's a hard job, so long as you can count to ten if you have to.
The Livewire gives Omega a questioning look, but Jay chops one hand straight down on the other, indicating unbiased intentions. The lapse in attention costs Pierce, as Beckman takes him off his feet with a belly to back suplex. Marshall shows some signs of life as he rolls out to the apron, and wearily pulls himself to his feet. Meanwhile ICE pulls Gray to his feet and puts him in a standing head scissors. The champ flips Pierce up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, while the Outlander springboards onto the top rope behind him.
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman looking for the Beer Bong, but here comes the Outlander!
Colin flies into the ring to hit a huge elevated Outland Knee on the Livewire, but lands wrong as Beckman plants Pierce with the sitout powerbomb. Marshall rolls around in pain, clutching his twisted ankle, while Omega drops into position to count the fall.
The Outlander pushes himself to one knee.
Colin hobbles up onto one foot, then throws himself forward.
Marshall slams into the side of ICE's head with a forearm smash as Jay calls for the bell.
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall took a risk that didn't quite pay off, and you have to wonder if he might have stopped Natural ICE Beckman from retaining the WCF World Heavyweight Championship tonight, had he not twisted his ankle.
Freddy Whoa: Not likely, Zach, he only would have prolonged the inevitable. You might not like it, but the ICE Age will continue!
Jay accepts the championship title belt from the timekeeper and looks at it for a long moment before he buffs a spot with the corner of his vest, and offers it to Beckman. ICE takes the title and lets Omega raise his hand in victory, but declines the offered handshake afterward with a dirty look, and a gesture to Buddy Roman still napping on the floor. Jay shrugs as OUR World Champion rolls out of the ring to tend to Roman.
Zach Davis: Welp, the Vapor Kings reign supreme once more.
Freddy Whoa: But our next PPV is War, Zach. Who knows what'll happen there.
Zach Davis: We'll find out next week, Freddy. Hopefully. See you then, fans!
Revenge fades to black.