08/27/2017
Live from the U.S. Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona


Revenge Intro

Oh look, it’s Seth Lerch. He’s arrived for Revenge and is walking the halls trying to find where his office. He already checked the larger rooms at the end of the hall nearest the staging area, but alas, those were labeled in the name of Torture and Sidney J. Warwick. In Warwick’s case, he protested outside of WCF Headquarters for 32 straight hours demanding a locker room ‘equal’ to the size of the largest locker room in any arena. He won. Well, more accurately, they gave him the locker room to shut him up.

So, here’s Seth, roaming the halls like a peasant looking for his digs tonight. About halfway down the main hallway he notices ‘WCF Owner’ plastered onto one of the doors. Satisfied he’s found his room, Seth turns and opens the door. The dark room is illuminated when he flicks the switch on the inside right wall. The light reveals a single wooden desk set back in the space…and Jonny Fly sitting behind said desk with his feet casually propped up on the desk surface.

Seth Lerch: Fly? What the hell are you doing here?

Fly: I was praying for the strength and courage not to break you, or Corey Black, in half tonight.

Seth cocks his head slightly to the side showing a moment of confusion.

Seth Lerch: What the hell did I do to you?

Jonny Fly: Sit down. Let’s chat.

Seth looks around the room. There’s no chairs in front of the desk. There is a folding chair in the back corner of the room. Seth eyes it.

Seth Lerch: Uh…I mean, I would, but you’re in my seat.

Jonny Fly: Don’t be a shitty host, Seth. I was here first, and we both know you’re not going to try to move me. Now, go sit down.

Seth Lerch: Fine.

Lerch relents and walks over to the corner of the room and takes a seat in the small folding chair. Looking like a child in timeout, Seth pushes the conversation forward.

Seth Lerch: Tell me what all this is about.

Jonny Fly: I want an Omega title shot.

There’s a momentary pause. Seth looks rather shocked at the request.

Seth Lerch: What? No! I mean - why?

Jonny Fly: You’re just giving them away, right? Corey Black just went out there last week and said he was going to be in the match. Now he’s in the match. I’m assuming we’ve gone back to the dark ages where that shit works. I just go, “give me a title shot” and then I get one.

Seth Lerch: Well, uh, no…I mean…

Jonny Fly: Seth, don’t fuck with me. I don’t care how long I’ve been gone. I want the same opportunity the other ‘old’ guys get. Corey Black hasn’t won a wrestling match in eight weeks, and two all fuckin’ summer. He’s lost twice as many matches as he’s won this year. Yet, there he is in a title match for a belt intended to prop up younger stars. Explain.

Seth Lerch: Look Fly, you just don’t understand the big picture. You haven’t been around. There’s a reason for everything we do, and good reasons why he’s in that match. You have, uh, buyrates to consider. We’re trying to market the new belt, so Corey’s a good name to have on the card to create interest. That interest gets those younger guys exposure! And hey, if they can’t beat him, they don’t deserve the belt anyway. Plus, there’s some angles going on that you’re not aware…

Jonny Fly: Hold up. Do you think Corey Black is a bigger name than Jonny Fly? If you really want to create buzz for this match and that title, give me the title shot. You have people crawling over themselves trying to get a match against me. Nobody gives a fuck about Corey Black. They see him getting thrown around the ring a couple times a month. But Jonny Fly? That’s going to take this match through the fuckin’ roof.

Seth Lerch: I, uh…well, you know there’s already four people in the match. I don’t want to water it down any more. I don’t think that’d be fair to the other wrestlers.

Jonny Fly: Easy fix. Take Black out of the match, add in Jonny Fly. Problem solved. I don’t give a fuck about the title. I’ll sell whatever you want me to sell for those other jobbers. Just put me in the match. What do you say?

Seth Lerch: I’m sorry, but it’s not going to happen.

Fly smiles. He fully expected that answer. He swings his feet off the desk and stands up. Approaching Seth, he continues speaking.

Jonny Fly: Just admit it, Seth. It’s just the two of us here. Corey Black wants a shot at the new title because he’s won all the rest of them, he knows I’m going to retire him in four weeks, and he wants to win the one belt he hasn’t before it’s too late.

Seth Lerch: I’m not going to respond to that.

Fly gets closer to Seth. He leans in, glaring down at the WCF Owner.

Jonny Fly: Are you really going to allow him to go out there tonight, knowing I’m in this building, and knowing that I think it’s a load of fucking shit he’s in that match? I’m feeling rather clairvoyant tonight, Seth. My crystal ball is telling me there’s a greater chance of this building mysteriously going up in flames than there is of Corey Black wrestling in that match.

Seth Lerch: Come on, Fly. Stop this.

Jonny Fly: Make me.

Seth Lerch: What do you want? I’m not giving you the match. You know as well as I do how ridiculous that would be when you haven’t wrestled in 20 months. But I’m willing to negotiate something else.

Jonny Fly: Well certainly, this situation deserves punishment. CD has a knack for losing, so I’m willing to roll the dice that someone in that match will oblige. But afterwards, in return for this undeserved opportunity you’ve gifted him, he should pay the price. I want him in the ring at a Slam in September.

Seth eyes light up.

Seth Lerch: You’re going to wrestle at Slam!? Sure!

Jonny Fly: Good. Let’s make it Corey Black versus Jonny Fly…

Seth Lerch: Done!

Jonny Fly: I’m not finished, Seth.

Seth Lerch: Oh…

Jonny Fly: Corey Black versus Jonny Fly and Kyle Kemp....and Mikey eXtreme....and Dawson Creek.

Seth Lerch: Four on one!?

Jonny Fly: You know what, you’re right. We need one more, just for the hell of it. Let’s think here, who hates Corey Black as much as I do. Hmmm. Fuck it, let’s bring Jayson Price into the mix too.

Seth blinks. Then blinks again.

Jonny Fly: Lastly, let’s make it no-holds barred.

Seth Lerch: He’s not even going to make it to War!

Jonny Fly: I’ll drag his corpse out there if that’s what it takes, but he’s going to be there – and you’re going to book this match, right?

Seth Lerch: I…I guess.

Fly stands straight and pats Seth on the back.

Jonny Fly: Good job, Seth. You just saved your show tonight. I’ll see you in a couple weeks.

Fly turns away from Seth and heads toward the door, leaving the owner with a bewildered look on his face. As Fly exits the rooms, he closes the door behind him and the scene cuts away.

Luke Force vs Big Sexy Bryan vs Grocery Boy vs Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll

I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred plays while BIG SEXY BRYAN enters the arena. He gazes on the crowd, does a macho man savage spin as he blows kisses, does a Ric Flair strut towards the ring and as he hits the ring, he picks a "special" lady from the audience and kisses her.

KYLE STEEL: Introducing first….from Cloud City Bespin, he is 6 feet and 8 inches tall, he weighs in at over 300 pounds!! This is BIG SEXY BRYAN!!

Freddy Whoa: This match has some real potential. I mean the four guys involved are all hungry. We have BIG SEXY BRYAN trying to establish himself as a singles wrestler.

Zach Davis: Which I find interesting because I think he has yet to lose a tag match. But I can also understand wanting to make a name for yourself on your own terms.

Johnny B. Good by Chuck Berry blares over the PA and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL comes through the curtain strumming his air guitar. JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL is accompanied to the ring by SIMPLY DELICIOUS CHERRY KISSES.

Freddy Whoa: Speaking of terms, Jukebox has had to come to terms with losing a tag match when his partner got pinned 2 weeks ago and not winning a battle royal last week.

Kyle Steel: And hailing from parts unknown, he stands 6 feet and I inch tall. He weighs in at 213 pounds, This is JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL!

Zach Davis: This match is a great opportunity to get things back on track for Jukebox.

"I can do anything" by 3OH!3 starts, and Grocery Boy is pushed into the arena in a shopping cart by his manager Dope Static. Halfway to the ring, Dope gives the cart a huge push and the cart slams into the side of the ring and Grocery Boy falls to the ground.

Freddy Whoa: Here is a wrestler making his debut. What a refreshing story, this guy dreamed of being a wrestler and here he is. It’s exciting to see someone living the American dream

Kyle Steel: Our next competitor weighs in 170 pounds and stands at 5 feet 6 inches tall. He comes to us from Aisle 7 of your local grocery store!! This is..GROCERY BOY!!

The lights in the arena go out, a mock 7-11 logo that says “kickin ass 24-7” appears on the jumbo screen. A singular green tinted spotlight shines onto Luke “The Irresistible” Force standing on the entrance ramp as smoke surrounds him. “Irresistible Force” by The Too Skinnee J’s begins to play. As the beat kicks into high gear, Luke busts through the smoke and down the ramp. The spotlight follows Luke to ringside where Luke pauses and surveys the scene. He hops to the apron, with his back to the ropes and facing the crowd, Luke raises his arms in concert with the pyro. Luke enters the ring with the arena stilled blacked out except for the spotlight on Luke. He climbs to the second rope and raises his arms again and the house lights flash on as the ring pyro explodes. As Luke stretches his massive arms out and extends his chest as if he were going to beat on it, we see him in all his glory against the house lights. The house lights go out, and Luke heads to the middle of the ring still in the spotlight.

Zach Davis: Here is a guy who says he has crushed a few American dreams, also making his debut tonight, Luke “The Irresistible” Force

Kyle Steel: He comes from Virginia Beach ,Virginia. He stands 6 feet 5 inches and tall and weighs 255 pounds. This is Luke “ The Irresistiible” Force!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Each one of these guys can walk out tonight the winner and I think they know it, look at the intensity on their faces, this is real, this is the WCF.

The four men charge to the middle of the ring. LUKE FORCE, although untouched stumbles and falls out of the ring. He’s right in front of the announcer’s table holding his knee. He’s appears to be hurt. BIG SEXY BRYAN, GROCERY BOY, and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL all meet in the middle of the ring, BIG SEXY BRYAN starts with the clubbing. He beats GROCERY BOY down and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL as well. BRYAN hits GROCERY BOY with snap suplex and the hits JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL with a powerbomb, he follows that up with a leg drop.

GROCERY BOY is quickly to his feet and he hits BIG SEXY BRYAN with a shoulder tackle and then a dropkick that puts BIG SEXY BRYAN to the canvas. As soon as GROCERY BOY gets to his feet after landing the dropkick, JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL comes in with a Karate rush on GROCERY BOY and immediately adds a DDT to the assault. GROCERY BOY is down, but now BIG SEXY BRYAN is up, and he is rushing JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL

Zach Davis: BRYAN rushes and connects with a bulldog! Wasting no time he hits a leg drop on JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and gives one to GROCERY BOY as well. It looks like finally someone has taken control of this 3- way match up! And the crowd is loving it!

Freddy Whoa: It’s a 4-way.

Zach Davis: Oh yeah, LUKE FORCE is still sitting on the outside holding his knee.

Freddy Whoa: Holding his knee? It looks more like he is sitting there resting his arm on his knee. Are we sure he is really hurt?

Zach Davis: Of course he’s hurt, why wouldn’t he be in the ring if we wasn’t injured?

A devastating elbow drop attempt from BIG SEXY BRYAN, but JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL rolled out from it jumps to his feet and jacked BIG SEXY BRYAN with his own flying drop kick, but one wasn’t enough so he gives another. A beat down BIG SEXY BRYAN rolls out of the ring right in front of the announce table. As soon as BRYAN hits the floor, LUKE FORCE slides around the corner the other side of the ring.

Zach Davis: Hey look at Luke, he managed to move his “injured” self to the other side of the ring. Looks like he was able to easily use that knee to get away from BIG SEXY BRYAN.

JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL approaches GROCERY BOY inside the ring who is still on the mat. GROCERY BOY reverses it into a small cradle STANLEY MOSER is caught out of position, he finally gets to the mat

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: I know it’s a difficult job, but if Moser is in position GROCERY BOY would be our winner.

MOSER wasn’t in position and the match continued. BIG SEXY BRYAN crawls back into the ring with the fever pitched support of the crowd. LUKE FORCE seems to be just chillin on the outside when a fan points out that a camera is focused on LUKE. LUKE immediately grabs his left knee. Another fan points out to LUKE that it was his other knee he was holding earlier. LUKE immediately switches knees and groans in pain. As JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL recovers from the shock of the surprise 2-count, BIG SEXY BRYAN drags him out of his sitting position and hit’s him with a reverse DDT followed by a knee drop to the head of JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL. But just as soon as he lands it and sgets back to his feet, GROCERY BOY hits BIG SEXY BRYAN with an ensiguri that puts BIG SEXY BRYAN to the mat. GROCERY BOY sees both BIG SEXY BRYAN and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL on the mat and sprints toward the ropes.

Zach Davis: Bam! GROCERY BOY hits a lion sault on JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and BIG SEXY BRYAN at the same time! The crowd loved it. He goes for it again!

He hits it again on both of them and the crowd loves it again. This crowd is pumped, JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and BIG SEXY BRYAN are down! The crowd wants it, the crowd is calling for it, the crowds wants it and GROCERY BOY loves to provide service with a smile. He sprints to the ropes again and..this time LUKE FORCE reached up and grabbed GROCERY BOY’s leg. GROCERY BOY trips and hits hits hit directly on the canvas, that didn’t feel good. The arena is filled with a thud followed by a crack. Luke starts to get back to his feet but he sees that BIG SEXY BRYAN is back up in the ring and Luke slinks backs down.

Zach Davis: I’m starting to think LUKE may not be so injured.

Freddy Whoa: BIG SEXY BRYAN isn’t injured and he is letting JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL know with a soccer kick to the head, he picks him up and gives a high knee lift, the European uppercut sends him to canvas and BIG SEXY BRYAN pounces on him for the pin..

ONE…

TWO…

THR..

SAVED BY GROCERY BOY!

Freddy Whoa: BIG SEXY BRYAN was close, GROCERY BOY barely got there, but he got there.

GROCERY BOY made the save and now he attempts a knee drop, BIG SEXY BRYAN moves, but BRYAN is still down. GROCERY BOY’s knee hits the canvas hard, he’s holding his knee as JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL slowly gets to his feet. JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL gets GROCERY BOY up and puts him on the top turnbuckle setting GROCERY BOY up for something here. BIG SEXY BRYAN is back to his feet and runs toward JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL. JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL with a kick to head that sends BIG SEXY BRYAN reeling. JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL has found a second wind and springs to the turnbuckle and delivers a crushing reverse frankensteiner, GROCERY BOY’s head hit hard, the thwack! is sickening and can be heard throughout the arena.

Freddy Whoa: JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL isn’t done, he plays a little air guitar and gets GROCERY BOY back up to the top. He’s calling for the LADIES NIGHT OUT! His rabid fans love to hear that! That’s his top rope brainbuster, this will end it! JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL has GROCERY BOY and.. nooo! There he is again!! LUKE FORCE pulls JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL’s leg out from under him and both JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and GROCERY BOY awkwardly fall to the mat. A groggy BIG SEXY BRYAN surveys the carnage and heads over to the pile of humanity that is JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and GROCERY BOY. LUKE FORCE is still on the outside. BIG SEXY BRYAN stumbles over to GROCERY BOY and lifts his limp body off the mat. BIG SEXY BRYAN with a snap suplex, he doesn’t release, he rolls into another and another! He rolls it right onto a pinfall..

ONE..

TWO…

THRE…

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: GROCERY BOY got the shoulder up! BIG SEXY BRYAN can’t believe it. He heads over to the pile of JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL. It’s a quick backbreaker, and an elbow drop to the chest! Do you hear the crowd? They know something’s coming. BIG SEXY BRYAN with a pinfall on JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL..

ONE…

TWO..

THRE…

KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: Now JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL gets the shoulder up! BIG SEXY BRYAN should have hooked the leg. But I just don’t think he had the energy. What these 4 athletes have gone through tonight is amazing!

Zach Davis: Well at least 3 of them, LUKE FORCE has spent exactly 2 seconds in the ring so far tonight. BIG SEXY BRYAN is exacerbated! He must feel like he has tried everything but just can’t get the three count.

BIG SEXY BRYAN is sitting up, JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and GROCERY BOY are still down and LUKE FORCE is still on the outside. BIG SEXY BRYAN grabs a hold of JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL and drops him with a powerful KISS MY ASS DDT. As quickly as he can BIG SEXY BRYAN makes his way to GROCERY BOY and applies his patented SEXY SLEEPER HOLD .

Zach Davis: He’s got that locked in Freddy, GROCERY BOY has been through a lot already, can he hang on?

Freddy Whoa: BIG SEXY BRYAN has had the SEXY SLEEPER HOLD cinched in for some time now Zack. Blood flow to the head is important, and I think GROCERY BOY is having some serious blood flow issues right now. You know, keeping this sleeper hold in for so long can take it’s toll on BIG SEXY BRYAN too.

Zach Davis: No doubt, he looks tired and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL is getting to his feet. Does BIG SEXY BRYAN see him?

JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL attempts to hit BIG SEXY BRYAN with a flying forearm, but BIG SEXY BRYAN catches him in mid-air. BIG SEXY BRYAN with another KISS MY ASS DDT. BIG SEXY BRYAN is up, but he can’t find GROCERY BOY. GROCERY BOY is on the top rope and it looks like he mopping up, his signal for the CLEANUP AISLE 7. GROCERY BOY hits the CLEANUP AISLE 7! He jumped right over BIG SEXY BRYAN to land his patented senton bomb on JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL. GROCERY BOY rolls right to his feet. BIG SEXY BRYAN is still looking for GROCERY BOY, but GROCERY BOY finds BIG SEXY BRYAN and nails him with a PRICE DROP!

Zach Davis: Who is he going to pin?! Who is going to pin!? He just has to choose, both BIG SEXY BRYAN and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL are out cold!

Freddy Whoa: Zack, this crowd is on fire tonight. GROCERY BOY staggers to his feet, he’s headed over to cover JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL for the win..!!

Zach Davis: Son of a… LUKE FORCE is in the ring! GROCERY BOY doesn’t see LUKE and GROCERY walks right into LUKE’s specialized superkick, the FOOT OF FORCE!

Freddy Whoa: FORCE pushes BIG SEXY BRYAN’s body out of the ring and quickly picks JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL up LUKE nails an FU!, that’s his version of an RKO and I’m not sure if JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL was conscious when LUKE FORCE hit the FU, but there is no way he is conscious now. Luke with the pinfall..

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Zach Davis: LUKE FORCE gets the win!! I think I’m going to be sick, the crowd is furious! This fool has ruined an otherwise great match. He didn’t do a damn thing all match! BIG SEXY BRYAN, GROCERY BOY, and JUKEBOX ROCKER ROCK ROLL gave a 5 star performance and that coward LUKE FORCE came in and stole it. What a jack ass, thanks for ruining a great match. Let’s get to the next one.

LUKE FORCE feigns as if he were exhausted, as STANLEY MOSER raises his arm.

Trey Carter vs Johnny Alpha

OHNNY ALPHA’s theme blares over the sound system at U.S. Airways Center enticing a relatively mixed reaction from the crowd, who have seen a little more of this young new talent over the last few weeks. And although the reaction is still mixed, It seems to get louder each week. Out comes ALPHA, who appears quite smug as he powerfully steps down towards the ring, eyeing the empty ring with a look of intensity as he slides underneath the bottom rope and gets up to his feet.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first….from Atlanta Georgia, he is 6 feet and 1 inch tall, he weighs in at 235 pounds!! This is The ALPHA! ..JOHNNY ALPHA!!

Zach Davis: Sort of a mixed reaction from the crowd for JOHNNY ALPHA.

F@@: It’s mixed, but it is loud. This St. Louis crowd is popping tonight!

Boss Mode by Knife Party fills the arena. It’s so loud you can feel it. The lights dim as the wind chimes sound through the arena. As soon as the beat picks up, the arena is filled with red, white and black stars as TREY CARTER slowly walks in with a focused, yet self-absorbed demeanor. He takes his time coming down to ring, and isn't shy about telling off fans on his way down. He walks up the steps and ducks under the second rope to climb into the ring. The lights all meet him in the center of the ring in a mix of red, white and black before he throws his arm up in the air and the turnbuckle fireworks shoot off.

Kyle Steel: Now introducing ….from Anaheim, California, he is 6 feet and 5 inch tall, he weighs in at 220 pounds!! TREY CARTER!!!!!...CARTER!!

Zach Davis: Another mixed reaction from the crowd. It really doesn’t matter if it’s mixed or not, either way, it’s pretty loud.

Freddy Whoa: Sorry, I couldn’t hear you there Zach, but that was another mixed reaction from the crowd. You know, it really doesn’t matter if it’s mixed or not, either way, it’s pretty loud.

Zach Davis: Brilliant point, brilliant. This match is a great chance for one of these guys to get off the schnide and get things moving back in a positive direction. There’s the bell.

TREY CARTER looks to lock up but JOHNNY ALPHA walks away and then turns around and is met with a flying burrito, the crack of forearm to skull really gets the crowd into the match quickly. TREY CARTER Quickly seizes the opportunity to mount ALPHA and reign down blows.

Freddy Whoa: CARTER has been looking sharp recently. He was involved in a great match last week. But this looks to be a different type of intensity. A darker side to CARTER maybe.

Zach Davis: Maybe Freddy, but whatever demons he’s dealing with, this week he’s got to focus on JOHNNY ALPHA.

CARTER heads back in, but ALPHA mule kicks and then dropkicks CARTER against the ropes setting him up for a flying burrito of his own. JOHNNY ALPHA hits a suplex and then locks in a chicken wing. TREY eventually escapes, and hits a dropkick.

Freddy Whoa: CARTER escaped, but the damage from that chicken may have already been done.

Zach Davis: You’re right Freddy, normally the pain from a chicken wing comes in the form of a blocked artery or a coronary, the pain CARTER is feeling is in his shoulder.

In pain, TREY follows up with a Belly to Belly Suplex. And a cover

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT

Zach Davis: That was a quick pin attempt, not sure if that belly to belly ever had real a chance of getting a 3.

JOHNNY ALPHA makes a short comeback as they both rise to their feet, ALPHA with a kick to the gut. He bounces of the ropes for an offensive move but TREY CARTER catches him and uses his momentum him to nail a fallaway slam. TREY CARTER lifts up ALPHA and hits another belly to belly, he then puts JOHNNY ALPHA down for another cover

ONE..

TWO...KICKOUT

Freddy Whoa: TREY is looking for a quick pin, I think his shoulder is hurting him. Thanks to that chicken wing, he wasn’t able to get a solid hook on the leg. ALPHA is going to have to find a way to take advantage of the shoulder, otherwise it’s a wasted opportunity.

Zach Davis: Speaking of wasted opportunities, ALPHA has lost 2 matches in a row here, at some point he’s gonna have to turn it around.

This may be that time, JOHNNY ALPHA has a crossface locked in, and that is more stress on that shoulder. CARTER looks like he trying tap out, or grab the ropes. He does reach the ropes although ALPHA is quick to release the hold, he is just as quick to begin stomping on CARTER’s shoulder.

FW: That’s smart. He lifts him up now and delivers a beautiful stunner. And then right back to a crossface. ALPHA is telling the ref to ask him. The ref asks.

Zach Davis: CARTER’s answer is to break the chicken wing! Both men rise to their feet, they are standing toe to toe going blow for blow! The crowd is loving this and why wouldn’t they? Finally, CARTER reaches back a little further and connects with a colossal right hand across ALPHA’s skull and ALPHA is through the ropes onto the floor!

Freddy Whoa: There’s that almost demonic intensity I was talking about. That is not a good place for ALPHA, but CARTER is no better off. That punch, combined with the effects of the facelock and he has collapsed in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: Referee Stanley Moser has no choice but to begin the count

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

JOHNNY ALPHA is first to his feet, but he has no idea where he is. CARTER he’s still motionless in the middle of the ring.

FIVE…

SIX…

ALPHA finally stumbles into the ring and CARTER is to his knees. An exhausted JOHNNY ALPHA dispenses a running clothesline and CARTER hits the canvas hard but peels himself off the mat slowly

Zach Davis: CARTER gets up and again ALPHA is unable to capitalize!

Freddy Whoa: ALPHA is simply not finding a way to make CARTER really pay for the damaged shoulder. I’m telling you, it’s like CARTER is possessed or something.

CARTER runs at ALPHA, JOHNNY sees it coming and reacts too quickly, he doles out an urinage and a quick cover!

ONE…

TWO…

TH…

KICKOUT!!

Zach Davis: ALPHA is frustrated, he stares down Head referee STANLEY MOSER. Moser has no interest and continues to eye the action. ALPHA picks CARTER up. CARTER is dazed and ALPHA attempts his ALPHA Crusher! The sound of CARTER’s head hitting the mat is like 500 pound bag of rice hitting a pallet. The entire rings seems to rise and resettle.

Freddy Whoa: He nailed it! The immediate cover

O...

JOHNNY ALPHA was very quick to pounce on CARTER for the pin. So quick in fact, that when he landed on CARTER, along with aforementioned ring vibration, the impact caused both men to come off the mat. STANLEY MOSER doesn’t start the pin until both men are back on the mat. ALPHA still has the leg hooked as MOSER starts the count..

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: I just think that the few extra seconds TREY CARTER got there could have saved the match. But I’m not sure how safe he feels now. ALPHA has him set up perfectly for the ALPHA Driver. He won’t be kicking out of this.

Zach Davis: He won’t need to kickout! He just reversed it! CARTER sprints the rope, quickly runs up and leaps off with a leaping Superman punch!

Freddy Whoa: That’s the Knox! That’s the Knox! Knox, Knox whose there?

Zach Davis: ALPHA was there! And I’m sure he wishes he wasn’t. A pin attempt for CARTER..

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

KICKOUT!

CARTER is dog-tired but he doesn’t stop now. He hits a low blow to set up an atomic drop. And there’s the reverse DDT! CARTER with a cover..

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

KICKOUT!!

Zach Davis: CARTER didn’t have enough energy to hook the leg and it cost him. That series of moves took its toll on both men. They are both motionless in the middle of the ring.

Stanly Moser back to the 10 count..

ONE..

TWO..

THREE…

FOUR…

Zach Davis: Neither man has moved a muscle.

FIVE…

SIX…

Freddy Whoa: Looks like a double 10 count will end this one in a draw. Both men left everything on the mat tonight. Well done boys.

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

Zach Davis: What the…? Trey cart just sat up. He is walking to the ropes. Freddy, do you see TREY’s eyes. They don’t look right.

CARTER proceeds to the outside of the ring where he picks up ALPHA and tosses him in the ring. CARTER although his movements are stiff, as if he were not inside the correct skin, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the tumult that he has put his body through during the match. His eyes seem different too. He climbs back into the ring.

FREDDY DAVIS: I’ve been saying it all match, TREY CARTER looks possessed!

Zach Davis: He is holding a lifeless JOHNNY ALPHA by the scalp of his hair and wow! That was fast. Did you see how fast he applied that Street Cutter!

Freddy Whoa: That looked more like a Demon Cutter to me. CARTER with the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Zach Davis: TREY CARTER gets the win!! But will you look at that. As soon as the bell rang TREY CARTER crumbles to the match in exhaustion, his eyes don’t look so strange anymore. He doesn’t look so possessed now does he FREDDY?

Freddy Whoa: All I know is TREY CARTER possesses a win. I can’t wait to hear what he has to say about this victory.

Jim Brantelli vs Taylor Wright

Taylor Wright enters the arena while "Hell Song" by Sum 41 plays. He walks to the ring with authority and slides under the bottom rope waiting for the match to begin.

Freddy Whoa: Everest member and one half of a tag team with Bale Pascal, Taylor Wright is in the ring, looking to give this rookie a proper WCF welcome.

Zach Davis: Everest member, one half of a tag team, and all around David Sanchez lackey…

The light deems into a purple light hue and smoke fills up the ramp leading to the ring. Halfway on the ramp slowly The Hellraiser Jim Brantelli and Joey Tanner come from the ground up. The arena goes completely black for a couple second. As the light turn back on Jim and Joey on each turnbuckle posing with a arm raised up as the crowd cheers and woo.

Freddy Whoa: And here is the relative rookie Jim Brantelli and his manager Joey Tanner.

Zach Davis: Yeah….I’d prefer if Joey Tanner went ahead and stayed on THAT side of the ring. The guy gives me the creeps.

Freddy Whoa: You, of course, are a giant coward.

Zach Davis: Maybe the disgusting garlic breath you constantly have will keep him away.

The referee calls for the bell and the two lock up. Wright uses his weight advantage to push Brantelli into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and Wright obliges for a moment before lifting a knee to the midsection of his opponent. Wright then peppers him with lefts and rights, then mounts the second turnbuckle to continue the assault. The crowd showers him with boos as he eggs them on. While he interacts with the crowd, Brantelli ducks beneath his opponent, gets behind him and pulls a leg out, bouncing Wright’s face off the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Quick as a hiccup, The HellRaiser dropkicks Wright into the turnbuckle then rolls up Wright for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

No a kickout from Wright!

Zach Davis: Near upset there from Brantelli!

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know how much of an upset it is, this kid has looked good thus far in the dub.

Wright retreats to the ropes to catch his breath, leaning against them then Brantelli comes charging at him only for Wright to duck and back body drop him over the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: Brantelli lands on his feet on the apron! And lands an enziguri over the top rope to the back of Wrights head stumbling him forward!

Zach Davis: Springboard forearm from Brantelli! NO! Wright dropkicks him in mid-air sending him to the mat!

With HellRaiser down, Wright hits a standing somersault senton. And another. And another. He hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: Kickout from Brantelli! Wright is frustrated and waits for his opponent to get back up. Looks like he’s measuring him..Brantelli up to his knees, Wright with a springboard, corkscrew euro--NO! Jumping knee from Hellraiser right to the face!

Freddy Whoa: Wright was going for his patented Soulcatcher but The Hellraiser had it scouted and drilled him with that knee! And now Wright is bleeding from his temple!

Seeing the blood, Brantelli grabs Wright by the hair and pulls him up to his knees. Standing behind Wright, Jim Brantelli bends down, and with a crazed look in his eyes, licks the blood off the side of the face of his opponent.

Zach Davis: Okay now what the hell. That’s enough, get me out of here.

Freddy Whoa: We’ve seen people kill each other in ring but you can’t handle a little light vampirism?

As the crowd ewwws he lifts Wright to his feet and then drops him with a reverse DDT.

Freddy Whoa: Brantelli heading to the top rope now! Looking for his 450 splash called Raise Hell! The crowd on their feet as he reaches the top turnbuckle....And Taylor Wright rolls out of the ring quickly.

Zach Davis: Oh god, it’s taking flight!

Without missing a beat, Brantelli changes his target and moonsaults off the top rope onto a now-unsuspecting Wright on the outside.

Freddy Whoa: Both men are down after that incredible moonsault! And the referee is counting…

1…..2…..3….

Brantelli is the first to stir, pushing himself up to his knees and then looking over at Wright who still hasn’t moved.

4….5…..6…

Hellraiser now up to his feet and lunges under the bottom rope while Wright stirs.

7…..8….

Zach Davis: Wright now on his feet...and it looks like Brantelli isn’t waiting for a count-out! He bounces off the far ropes, car wheel and twisting suicide dive over the top rope!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA MY GAWD! Soul Catcher! Wright used the announce table as a sprinboard to catch the flying Brantelli with that corkscrew european uppercut! And Brantelli looks to be out cold!

Zach Davis: Brantelli has been caught a couple times when going to the air now, you’d think he’d learn his lesson, taking in all that extra damage.

Freddy Whoa: Zach, I don’t think guys like him care all that much about taking damage.

Wright rolls back into the ring, slithers to a corner to rest and barks at the referee to hurry up and count.

1…..2….3….

Zach Davis: Brantelli pushes himself up again..but flops back down, exhausted.

4….5…..6…

Freddy Whoa: Okay he’s crawled over to the apron now, clawing his way up….

7…...8….

Freddy Whoa: Just barely to his feet….

9

Zach Davis: And he rolls in, just barely beating the ten count!

The crowd roars at the thought of seeing more of the high flying action between these two. Taylor Wright pulls himself to his feet in the corner as Jim Brantelli does the same.The two men come face to face in the center of the ring, Wright with a scowl and blood dripping down the side of his face, Brantelli with a twisted smile. They jaw for a moment but then--

Freddy Whoa: Brantelli with a quick kick to the gut setting up for a DDT! But no, he’s pushed off and into the ropes by Wright! Hellraiser fires back with a clothesline which is ducked by Wright who then bounces off the opposite ropes…

Zach Davis: WRIGHT STUFF! WRIGHT STUFF! That flying knee just decapitated The Hellraiser! A cover from Taylor Wright.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: That’s it, Taylor Wright outlasts the plucky upstart, Jim Brantelli. Still, I have to believe this was good experience for the rookie and will serve him well in the future.

Internet Title Match
Chris Cardell vs David Sanchez

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time-limit and it is for the WCF Internet Championship. Introducing first from Bogota, Columbia and weighing in tonight at 230lbs-- he is the WCF Internet Champion, DAAAAAAVID SANCHEZZZZZZ!!!

The crowd settles down to the point of a murmured whisper before being jolted back to life suddenly by the thunderous din of Royal Blood’s hit song: ‘Out of the Black’ comes crashing through the speaker system in the U.S Airways Arena. Bringing with it, a deafening surge of boos from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: Well, from Arizona to Alaska, David Sanchez is pretty much hated with a passion. This crowd is no exception, letting the champ have it before even steps through the curtain.

Zach Davis: Everywhere but Chicago, Freddy. Maybe there’s something in the water out in Illinois?

Freddy Whoa: That sure would explain a lot, Zach. With Everest all booked in singles action tonight, defending their respective belts-- the Mayor is gonna be out here on his lonesome too, a rare treat indeed.

Finally, after allowing the boos to settle for a second and the song to creep into the first verse; Sanchez emerges from behind the curtain. Dressed in his black MMA shorts, purple pads and a black Joey Flash t-shirt reading ‘Za Warudo’ across the chest in bold lettering. The first thing to be seen is the Internet Championship being held on a trash-grabber in front of him as the Mayor glides down the ramp, afloat on a river of resentment for his surroundings. With every fan he passes on the way down the ramp he seems to grow a little colder and more distant. Upon reaching the apron, he uses the trash-grabber to slide the mangled Internet Championship belt under the ropes before climbing the steps, wiping his feet and entering the ring with no showmanship.

Freddy Whoa: Can we get a close-up of that championship belt? It doesn’t even look like the same strap anymore and Sanchez has only had it for under a month.

The camera zooms in on the crumpled heap of leather and gold that used to resemble the WCF Internet Championship. It now lies scuffed beyond recognition, littered with several deep scratches in the gold plating. One of the side-plates is missing entirely while a corner of the main face-plate hangs on by a few rogue stitches; keeping it barely attached and obviously cracked in appearance. The audience boos as this image is cast onto the VeryBig Screen. Remembering all the past champions and what they have achieved with this belt that Sanchez treats with utter disdain.

Zach Davis: That’s a horrific way to treat such a celebrated championship here in the WCF. David Sanchez should be ashamed of himself.

In the ring, Sanchez overhears Zach Davis verbally giving him the works and points to his ear drum with a smile before blowing a kiss at the commentator to let him know he was listening.

Freddy Whoa: What was that Zach? Something about Sanchez being asha--

Zach Davis: Shut up, Freddy. Don’t be a dick.

Losing interest, Sanchez snatches the microphone from Kyle Steel; who immediately scarpers from the squared circle. Taking refuge in the timekeeper’s area as Sanchez lifts the mic to his loose lips and steps forward. Talking to the heated crowd whilst standing upon the tattered title belt he’s here to defend. Clearly forgetting he’s here to compete in a match and not give another lengthy speech.

David Sanchez: Greetings, Arizona! It is I; the undisputed best pound-for-pound professional wrestler on the face of this planet. Here once again to prove my might to the heathens in their masses that gather to gawk at some other poor soul being put to the slaughter. It’s sickening to be honest; you should all be terribly ashamed of yourselves-- do you have shame here, yes?

The Phoenix crowd bombards Sanchez with boos.

David Sanchez: Of course you do; it’s practically the state-bird of Arizona-- the sparrow of shame. Anyway, peasantry… I’m afraid I’m not just here to blow your tiny minds with a display of my raw skill and prowess in this craft, no. Tonight, it’s again fallen to me to be the bearer of bad news…

After a short delay, Sanchez reaches into the pocket of his shorts and produces a small polythene bag with two spherical objects inside, floating in some liquid like fairground goldfish.

David Sanchez: … what I have in my hands has shocked even me, fans; I assure you. For these two balls, they once belonged to the man you’re all begging to come out here and have me Bite the Dust. Heavy emphasis on the ‘once’ there people.

A further scatter of boos for Sanchez, who has recently taken to taunting Joey Flash by repeatedly calling him out when he knows Malignaggi isn’t even in the building.

David Sanchez: These nuts arrived at my manor in the post midweek, care-of Alessandra ‘Something Else Italian’ Malignaggi. The wife, and carer of our beloved One Punch Man, and since they came, I too have came to terms with what they mean. See, I can only take this bag o’ balls… as a forfeit; a surrender of sorts.

Even more boos echo around the building. The faux-balls Sanchez holds in a baggy are now tossed from the ring. Sanchez pelting them at Zach Davis, who takes them in the side of the head before they fall to the ground-- revealed by a close-up to have actually been pickled eggs.

David Sanchez: I guess that’s 2-0, Joe. This is too easy, maaaaaan. At least make it interesting for me, Flash… not that I can blame you for ditching this gig. Arizona is America’s armpit after-all, if it wasn’t for the whole mandatory 30 day defense thing I’d be back in Chicago choking a pale hooker and--

The beginning of "The Kill" by 30 seconds to mars plays over the Public Announce system, interrupting Sanchez who looks positively flabbergasted to have been cut off as Chris Cardell makes his way onto the stage.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent… from Terre Haute, Indiana and weighing in tonight at 240lbs-- CHRISSSSSS CARDELLLLL!!!

Not much emotion on his face, his eyes seem focused and prepared for the task at hand, as he makes his way down the ramp. Even as the Arizona crowd cheers relentlessly for him for interrupting the Mayor of Chicago’s endless hate speech.

Freddy Whoa: Well, here comes Chris Cardell, Zach. A man who last week had a career-making match with John Rabid for the Television Championship in which he came up just short of the mark.

Zach Davis: This guy’s one hell of an athlete-- a purist, almost in the way he approaches the ring. This match is essentially a world-class striker against a world-class grappler, and if you take away the fact that David Sanchez is in the match, then on paper-- this should be another classic.

Stopping to pose at the top, he then simply makes his way under the bottom rope and pushes himself up, before walking straight up to Sanchez and getting in his face as the referee scoops up the Internet Championship, holds it high in-between champion and challenger then hands the barely recognizable belt to the timekeeper. Who in turn, sets it down before ringing the opening bell of this contest.

Ding Ding Ding

Still nose-to-nose, after exchanging words on the internet all week Cardell and Sanchez begin to trash talk one another before eventually Sanchez turns away, pretending to back off and telling his opponent to: “calm the fuck down and take a breath” -- something which Cardell responds to in kind with a left hand out of nowhere that nobody had seen coming from the well-known grappler. Knocked to his ass and embarrassed, Sanchez is quick to scramble back to his feet. Once steady, he charges forwards, only to be immediately caught in a rapid belly-to-belly throw that tosses him halfway across the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Excellent strategy from Chris Cardell right out of the gate here, Zach. He’s gotten himself in David’s head and now the champion’s the one giving chase.

Zach Davis: Well, Sanchez ain’t exactly known for his calm temperament, Freddy. Cardell’s done his homework; just like he said he would.

Frustrated, Sanchez slaps the canvas and gets back up to his feet again, before being re-introduced to the floor once more as Cardell executes a single-arm takedown, throwing Sanchez back to where he’d started. Getting up to his knees again, the Internet Champion thinks better than to further bang his head against this wall and grabs the ropes, forcing the referee to intervene and prevent the challenger from further humiliating the veteran in a technical wrestling contest. Smiling now, Sanchez lets go of the ropes and pushes the referee forwards into Cardell before charging forwards with his hands clasped together and driving a vicious Polish hammer into the face of his opponent. The crowd boos as Sanchez shrugs off the warnings from the official and stomps repeatedly on the back of Cardell’s neck, forcing him out of the ring and to the floor.

Freddy Whoa: Just like that, this match has slipped out of the newcomer’s hands and into the lap of David Sanchez. A guy who excels in this more methodical pace of match.

Zach Davis: Right you are, Freddy. If Cardell wants to walk out of Arizona with the Internet Title; he’s gonna want to keep this match in the the ring and the tempo turned up to twelve.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez is one of the best professional wrestler on the planet right now; but one thing he’s not-- is a guy who does that fast-paced, high-risk stu-- WAIT!!!

Zach Davis: Is he gonna fly, Freddy?

Feeling the hype, Sanchez bounds towards the opposite ropes; signalling for a reckless and completely out of character suicide dive of some sort. He picks up momentum and charges back in the direction of where Cardell stands stunned on the outside. But just as the fans think they’re going to see something special he instead slides under the bottom rope, taps Cardell on the shoulder and spits his chewing gum into the challenger’s face. Cardell swings wildly at Sanchez, but can’t connect with anything; the slippery champion having already slid back under the ropes and hid behind the official. Enraged, Cardell slips back into the ring but is again restrained by the official. This time, Sanchez goes behind them both; applying a rear waist-lock to his larger opponent and using his knees as a pivot to deliver a picturesque release German suplex, garnering a frenzy of jeers from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: That was pretty anticlimactic, Zach. I think these fans though they were going to see a rare suicide dive from the champion.

Zach Davis: I knew he was going to do that, honest. The guy’s a parasite; he lives off of ruining things for people.

Freddy Whoa: Careful Zach, he’s listening-- besides I’m sure he watches the replays for those Summit Up shows; he’ll hear that eventually. No wonder he wants to kick you in the throat.

Rather than go for a cover, Sanchez spends his time stalking Cardell, picking the precise moment to strike as the bigger man gets back to his feet. A barbed, mocking shout of: “I thought you were meant to be good at this wrestling shit?” from Sanchez greets the challenger who now lunges into a collar and elbow tie-up; his feet planted firmly on the canvas for maximum resistance as Sanchez tries to pass his guard. Not letting this happen, Cardell unleashes a clubbing forearm to the champion, followed by a right hook then three more of the same. Followed finally by a boxing uppercut. The sheer mass of the challenger and the size of the fight he’s bringing are enough to force Sanchez into the corner during this assault. With the turnbuckle keeping him vertical, Sanchez shakes off the dust, but just as he makes to exit the corner, Cardell comes soaring from the other side of the ring; crushing him between 240lbs of muscle and the unforgiving turnbuckles themselves-- courtesy of a weighted, jumping lariat that sandwiches Sanchez in the corner.

Zach Davis: That’s more like it from the challenger now, Freddy. He’s using his size and stature as the difference maker; still leaning on that technical prowess-- but not as much as we feared he would.

Freddy Whoa: Intelligent wrestling at it’s finest, Zach. He just needs to keep his foot on the accelerator now and keep this match at a pace that Sanchez can’t keep up with.

Allowing the champion to crumble into a heap before picking him back up, Cardell smiles; clearly enjoying being able to now punch his pest who had been annoying him on the internet all week square in he mouth. Two more right hooks are dealt, but as he goes for a third punch, Sanchez smiles back at him and taps himself on the cheek; begging Cardell for another, harder strike. Obliging, Cardell winds up his right arm and delivers a high impact forearm that gains a gasp from the audience. Not quite satisfied, Sanchez stumbles and staggers, forcing a smile and asking for another; something he receives in due time. Still standing, though practically slavering from the mouth as he arrogantly taps at his cheek again; Sanchez ducks the third forearm and looks to snap off a southpaw strike of his own but again the challenger has him scouted. Cardell uses his reach advantage to step away from the collision momentarily before pulling Sanchez back in, and lifting him high into the air with a stalling vertical suplex that seems to last forever.

Zach Davis: Six foot, seven inches is a hell of a lot higher when you’re upside down at another man’s mercy, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know what you’re into sexually, Zach. But keep it off the air. We’ve got a match to call here.

Zach Davis: I was talking about the timeless vertical suplex we’re seeing here, Freddy-- and I think you know that.

Thirty seconds pass in which Cardell holds Sanchez up there with one arm; using the other to wave on the crowd, ushering the cheers in before dropping the champion flat on his back with the completion of the move. Thinking things over, Cardell establishes that this will not be enough to get him the win. Rather than look for a pinfall, he lifts Sanchez up to his feet and turns him around; lifting him into an electric chair position and again signalling to the crowd for applause. Still cheering, the crowd soon remembers how to boo as the resourceful veteran rakes the eyes from atop his perch and leaps off the larger man’s shoulders, landing with poise behind him and immediately applying his trademark chokehold of the rear naked variety before Chris can work out what’s happening to him. The hold, though only applied for a few moments, seems to leave Cardell reasonably fatigued by the time he clutches the ropes and breaks the hold. Exactly what it had been meant to do.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez sending a message there with that choke. Letting Chris Cardell know that he can pull out that Etorphine Lock from absolutely anywhere, at any point in this match.

Zach Davis: That was a little too close for comfort. Cardell needs to be cautious in this one. He was looking to hit that elevated backpack stunner we seen last week against Rabid but he let his guard down and left his throat exposed.

Freddy Whoa: We’ve seen Sanche use that M-99 chokehold to end matches on a rare occasion but primarily, when he locks those hands he’s just looking to wear his opponent down for that spike piledriver.

Zach Davis: Well, Freddy. That could be exactly what we’re about to see here.

Noticing that Cardell is breathing heavily, Sanchez smiles as he surges forwards with a kick to the quad of the big man, followed by three more in short order. Before long, the champion hits the ropes; feeling that he’s chopped that tree to the the point of yelling “timber!”-- only to eat his own outburst as he jumps for a running single-knee and gets caught behind the leg in mid-air. Holding him there for a second, just to drive home that picture of helplessness before executing a leg-trap, overhead suplex. Folding like an accordion, Sanchez knows when his ticket is about to be punched and wastes no time in rolling under the ropes to the outside. Hoping to create distance, the champion is surprised as Cardell follows suit and trails him to the thin ringside padding where he follows up with a scoop slam to the flimsy crash mats that separate superstar from solid stone. Clutching his back in agony, Sanchez again quickly tries to distance himself but the pain is too much for him to cover ground in anything akin to swift fashion. The challenger stalks him, focusing on where he’s placing his arms for support in this crawling position. He tells the audience in the front row to make some room, but being that this is a particularly rowdy WCF crowd, nobody listens to him. Something he shrugs off with a smile and carries on anyway.

Zach Davis: Chris Cardell really taking it to David Sanchez here tonight. Warning the front row now to make way.

Freddy Whoa: Not that they’re listening to him, Zach. These Arizonans are a feisty bunch. Cardell grabbing ahold of David’s arm now. What’s he gonna do next?

With the arm Sanchez had been pulling himself forwards with in his clutches and the champion still trying to desperately claw away from the situation, Cardell hooks a pumphandle type of hold and deadlifts Sanchez overhead on the outside, launching him over the guardrail and into the first row where he lands atop a few emptied seats and a few more stubborn fans’ laps. The crowd loses their minds as Sanchez flails, trying to swim on dry land, swatting and grabbing at anything to push himself back to a guarded position as Cardell breaks the count and comes back towards him. Still holding his spine, and now visibly having taken a beating, Sanchez is pulled back over the barricade to ringside, then lifted into spinebuster position before being running charged into the ring post vertebrae-first. Screaming out in even more pain now, Sanchez falls to his knees as the crowd applauds the one man wrecking ball known as Chris Cardell. Feeling that this match may now be within his grasp, the challenger rolls the champion back into the ropes and rejoins him in the ring, springing effortlessly back to his feet as the battered, winded veteran slowly climbs up the ropes.

Zach Davis: If Chris Cardell has any any common sense, he’ll use this momentum to put Sanchez away with that Side Death Valley Driver he’s been known to frequent.

Freddy Whoa: Ain’t that the truth, Zach. Just like we seen last week against John Rabid-- Chris Cardell is going against the top calibre of competition here in the WCF and looking good doing it.

Going back to a rear waist-lock, Cardell tries to return the German suplex from earlier but as he lifts the champion, Sanchez swings his arms forwards to obscure the ref’s vision. Whilst more importantly swinging his leg back, driving it into Chris Cardell’s crotch. The official can only stand confused, mouth gaping as Sanchez catches his breath and grabs at his own back for a split second before grabbing his challenger in a Muay Thai clinch. He growls something bigoted and unflattering as he lifts his knees in no particular order, repeatedly bludgeoning the bigger man in each temple with his padded patellas until such a time that he’s wedges in the corner. The crowd boos heavily as Sanchez then looks to complete his ‘Have You Seen My Knees?’ combination by running to the opposite corner, then bounding back for the shotgun double-knee. But as he almost connects, Cardell gets his guard up in time and catches the champion in flight before running forwards and driving him down in the middle of the ring with his finishing move, ‘the Flatline’-- a Side Death Valley Driver, into a rapid pin attempt.

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Zach Davis: Sanchez gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time to save his Internet Championship!

Freddy Whoa: That had to be instinct alone, Zach. Cardell put everything he had into that Flatline and now he’s gonna be left wondering what to do next.

The crowd cheers Chris Cardell on, even as he looks angered to have been unable to end the match and questions the referee’s ability to actually complete a three-count. The self-proclaimed ‘Hottest Commodity on the Market’ soon regains his composure though and accepts that things haven’t quite concluded yet, grabbing Sanchez by the shorts and hauling him back up to his feet and pulling him into powerbomb position. The champion crumbles back down to his knees though, further frustrating Cardell who again drags him back up, this time a touch too carelessly. Barely able to hold himself up, Sanchez still identifies his spot and quickly uncoils himself from the canvas like a Jack in a box, springing up from his knees and sinking the top of his skull into Cardell’s solar plexus like a battering ram and driving the breath from his lungs simultaneously. Running on fumes and motivated by self-preservation alone, Sanchez runs to the ropes on auto-pilot and comes back with a heinously stiff Yakuza kick. Almost taking Chris Cardell’s head from his shoulders then falling limply into a cover.

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Zach Davis: Chris Cardell kicks out of the Medusa’s Touch! Did you see that!

Freddy Whoa: I sure did, Zach. This kid is blazing his own trail through the ranks with a series of stellar performances, and this is going to be no different. We’ve seen Sanchez put away World Champions and Hall of Famers with that kick, but not Chris Cardell, Zach.

Livid that this newcomer could kick out of his primary method of ending matches, Sanchez loses his shit with the referee and allows Cardell a few precious seconds to regain his bearings and start to crawl up the ropes. Noticing this out of the corner of his eye, Sanchez charges forwards and shakes his head in a gobsmacked state of mocking disbelief. Cardell swings at him, but misses wildly and again leaves his throat exposed-- just in time for it to be struck ilegally an unmercifully with a tiger-paw palm strike to the larynx. Coughing and spluttering, Cardell is unable to defend himself as he's hoisted onto the champion's shoulder then spiked head-first into the mat with the cross-legged spike piledriver Sanchez calls 'Hollow Dreams.' Without wasting a second, the Mayor of Chicago hooks the outside leg and awaits the inevitable decision.

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Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by pinfall, aaaaaaaaaaaaand STILL WCF Internet Champion-- DAAAAAVID SAAAAANCHEZ!!!

Sanchez gingerly gets back to his feet as his music plays through the speakers and the crowd showers him in the usual barrage of boos and chants of "boring." The senior official approaches him with the mangled Internet Championship belt, a gesture he refuses; instead demanding that the referee place the belt facing downwards on the canvas. Chris Cardell clutches his crown and makes his way up the ramp to Royal Blood, having had another top-tier match with top-tier competition inside of a week but still coming up just short. Meanwhile, Sanchez again steps firmly upon the faceplate of the belt he'd just retained and smooshes it into the mat with one foot. Smiling out at the crowd as he raises two fingers on one hand, whilst forming a zero with the other-- mouthing "two and oh, baby." to the cameras in the hope that these taunts would bait Joey Fash into confronting him.

Tag Team Titles Match
Very Big Security vs Mushroom Mangino

Rock Out-Motorhead Plays as they both come out Roaring and shouting at the crowd, they turn to each other and high five. When their hands touch pyro is fired. They then slowly walks down to the ring once there they catch their breath.

The lights in the arena slowly fades away leaving the crowd in a coveted blanket of darkness. Silence surrounds the environment until the sound of a girl moaning becomes louder and louder. By the time her breaths and moans reach the loudest, the climax screams nearly shatters the eardrums of every audience member before a bunch of white fireworks explode from the stage. "My Dick" by Mickey Avalon officially begins with two spotlight shining over Jayson Price and Andre Holmes with the WCF Tag Team Championship belts hanging from their underwear over their massive dicks. They nod at each other then walk down the entrance path taking each step carefully so the tag title belts and their dicks do not lethally smack a nearby fan.

Reaching the apron facing the stage, they take their sweet time getting inside the ring. Both member of the tag team stand on opposite corners on the middle rope and all eyes divert to the titantron. Their dicks extend out but thanks to their flexible underwear, the dick camera attached to the head shows random members of the audience making out with each other as they continue to thrust their pelvis around. Once they are finished, they return back to their corner and keep space between each other. The loaw of dicks never touching must be obeyed.

Zach Davis: Once upon a time, we had the Big Dick Superstars, but these guys are taking it to a next level. One time, Shannan told me-

Freddy Whoa: Enough. Speaking of big, we've got Very Big Security. This is definitely a big, big match.

Zach Davis: Enough talking about how big things are, let's see!

Jayson Price starts the match, as does William the Behemoth. Jayson Price runs at William and literally bounces off of him. Price rolls to his feet and gets up and William charges him, but Price was lulling him in and is able to drop him with a Jawbreaker before hitting a Dropkick. William stumbles backwards but doesn't go down. Price kicks him in the stomach and then hooks him for a Snap Suplex but William is able to shove him away and into the ropes. Price comes back and William drops him with an STO before floating over for the pin.

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Freddy Whoa: Mushroom Mangino are going two on two with an Everest team! You know these guys want to bring the belts home to Steven Singh.

Zach Davis: Well, I'm not too sure all the other Everest members would totally agree, but hey, sure.

William lifts Jayson up and pushes him to the ropes again. William lifts him up for a Military Press, but Price shifts his weight and lands behind The Behemoth. William turns around and Price Dropkicks him again, this time sending him flying into his corner where Ainsley tags himself in.

Freddy Whoa: Jayson tags in Andre now.

Both fresh men hit the ring quickly and rush each other. Andre ducks a Clothesline attempt and Springboards, but as he flies towards The Tank, Ainsley is able to catch him and twist his body into the Powerbomb position before bombing him into the center of the ring!

Zach Davis: OOF!

The Tank hits the ropes, boucnes, comes back and hits a Senton!

Freddy Whoa: Another pin attempt!

One!

Two!

No!, kickout by Andre.

Zach Davis: As the Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes proved his Relentleess nickname once and for all. We've had very few Tag Team Champions emerge out of Ultimate Showdown that were able to hold onto their belts for long or with very succesful reigns - but if anyone can do it, it's Andre Holmes.

Seth Lerch: Well, he COULD, if he wasn't stuck with Jayson Price.

Zach Davis: For the last time.. GO AWAY!

The Tank lifts Holmes up and kicks him in the gut, then hits a Stunner! - no, Andre pushes him away. Tank hits the ropes front first and stumbles backwards before Holmes executes a Reverse Rana!

Freddy Whoa: One of the sickest moves in professional wrestling!, and he hit it on THE TANK! Ainsley's head and neck spiked to the mat!

The Tank stumbles up but his brain is rattled, he backs into a neutral corner. Holmes runs at him and Clotheslines him. Tank stumbles out and in the center of the ring, Holmes hits a series of Kobashi Chops, then a series of Roundhouse Kicks to the chest. Finally he executes an Exploder Suplex into the corner!

Zach Davis: DANCEHALL PARTY!

Freddy Whoa: NO!, The Tank is too heavy!

Holmes can't execute the Exploder and holds his back in pain, giving Tank the opening to lift him up and execute a Backbreaker! The Tank tags William back into the match.

Zach Davis: Holmes is laying face down.. OOF! Another Running Senton, this time to that injured back!

William turns Holmes over and pins him, hooking the leg.

One..

Two..

No!, Holmes gets the shoulder up.

Freddy Whoa: I think the Very Big Alliance smell blood, Zach.

William savagely lifts Holmes to his feet before throwing him to the ropes. As Holmes comes back William knees him in the gut, doubling him over, before lifting him up and executing a Pumphandle Slam!

Zach Davis: Going for the pin - no!

William runs at Price and knocks him off with a giant elbow to the face before going back towards Holmes and locking him in the Texas Cloverleaf!

Freddy Whoa: CLOVERLEAF! CLOVERLEAF APPLIED!

Andre Holmes screams out in pain!

Zach Davis: He may have no choice, Freddy, he may have to tap! His livelihood is at stake!

Holmes crawls towards the ropes, desperately, closing his eyes and trying to overcome the pain.

Freddy Whoa: Is he gonna make it?

Zach Davis: He's an inch away!

Freddy Whoa: No, we've got new Tag Team Champions!-

NO!, at the last second Price dives into the ring and hits a Springboard Dropkick to the head of William!, breaking it up!

Zach Davis: Holmes rolls out of the ring! Price must be legal now thanks to lucha rules!

The ref yells taht no, no lucha rules tonight, Price isn't legal and has to get out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Oh, damnit. Who can keep up with this?

As the ref argues with Price, The Tank rolls Holmes back into the ring and gets in with him. He and William grab Holmes by the throat.

Zach Davis: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!

No!, as Andre comes down he's able to grab both of their heads!

Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE DDT REVERSAL!

Zach Davis: THE BIGGER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY-

Freddy Whoa: SHUT YO MOUTH!

Holmes dives and tags in Jared Price, who had gotten back onto the apron!

Zach Davis: That's an official hot tag!

Price runs into the ring and boom, Dropkick for the Tank! Dropkick for William! He runs at The Tank and Clotheslines him over the top!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Price must have been eating his wheaties!

Seth Lerch: Or taking steroids. He'll be in my office for a piss test later tonight.

Zach Davis: ...

Price turns back to William..

Freddy Whoa: RPICE CHECK!

NO! WILLIAM GRABS THE LEG! He spins Price around and hits a Stunner!

Zach Davis: Straight out of his partner's playbook!

Freddy Whoa: Yes, Zach. Spinning a Superkick around and hitting a Stunner is something Ainsley Ivanovic invented. Anyway, it was effective.

William drops down and pins Price.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout.

Zach Davis: Tag back to The Tank now.

As Price gets to his feet, someone in the audience tosses Ainsley a Tank Reaper T-shirt. He uses it to choke Price out, yelling I'M THE REAL TANK!

Freddy Whoa: Adding insult to injury!

He releases the choke before getting DQ'd and throws the shirt outside the ring. He backs up and waits for Price to get to his feet, choking. He runs at him..

Zach Davis: Running Knee, Neckbreaker! EASTERN FRONT!

NO!, Price shoves The Tank off and into the ropes. The Tank comes back-

Freddy Whoa: PRICE CHECK!

Price quickly Price Checks William off the ropes as well! Price tags Holmes in. Holmes lifts The Tank up..

Zach Davis: ANOTHER Price Check to Ainsley!

Holmes drops Ainsley to his knees and then hits a Thrust Kick to the back of his head!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Holmes drops down and pins him, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: MUSHROOM MANGINO WITH THE WIN!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Big retain here for the Tag Team Champions!

Zach Davis: Thank God they didn't hit their finisher, we don't want any serious injuries here tonight.

Price and Holmes grab their belts before leaving the ring.

Wolf vs Udy

"Supercharger Heaven" By White Zombie starts to blare over the speakers as The Wolf bursts out from the back. He spins around in a circle at the top of the ramp and after a few rotations around, he glares at the crowd, flipping off the fans as he walks to the ring.

KYLE STEEL: Weighing in at 235 pounds and standing 6 feet and 1 inch tall. He hails from Metro City. This is "The Outcast Legend" The Wolf “THE OUTCAST LEGEND” THE WOLF!!

Lights goes out. Demonic Chants mashed with a howl is heard before blue pyro explode. "The Evil within/psycho break theme song Long Way Down" by Gary Numan starts plays (titantron shows weird demonic signs and figures). Blue smoke fills the arena and spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. Fenris stands behind him arms out stretched..Udy howls by as another set of blue pyro explode. Udy makes his way slowly before rolling in and kneels at middle of ring. Howls again as light comes back and music fades

KYLE STEEL: And his opponent, he comes from deeeeeep within the Lost Woods, standing an even 6 feet tall and weighing a solid 200 pounds!. He is the Diabolic Lobo, The Cursed Crusader, this is The Demon Wolf..Udy!!

Zach Davis: Here we go Freddy, we know the wolf is going to win, we just don’t which one.

Freddy Whoa: The crowd is so into this one. Look at this place, the celebrities have started pouring into the US Airways Arena specifically for this match.

Zach Davis: Celebrities? Where?

Freddy Whoa: Well there’s Wolf Blitzer from CNN, and Scott Wolf from that show Party of Five.

Zach Davis: I also noticed they were handing out copies of that Epic Poem Beowulf to the first 10,000 fans. And the concession stands, for this match, are being managed by Wolfgang Puck himself.

Freddy Whoa: Are you saying that if you are out there eating, you should wolf down your food and get in here and watch the action!

Zach Davis: You know Freddy, we tried to get Wolfman Jack as a co announcer for this match.

Freddy Whoa: We did? What happened?

Zach Davis: He died.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no, that’s horrible. My condolences to the Wolfman family.

Zach Davis: He died in 1995, I think they are OK. But sadly, that does end our run of “Wolf” celebrities.

Freddy Whoa: Nope, I see one more, there’s Jan Michael Vincent, and you know he is psyched for this one.

Zach Davis: Now hold on, I get Wolfgang Puck, Scott Wolf, and Wolf Blitzer. I understand Beowulf, but why is Jan Michael Vincent so pumped about this “Wolf” match.

Freddy Whoa: C’mon Zack, Jan Michael Vincent starred in that TV show Airwolf.

Zach Davis: Let’s get to the ring.

The action starts quickly with both men meeting in the center of the ring and begin to immediately exchange punches. UDY grabs control with a series of rapid fire kicks, a crushing high kick and roundhouse house that sounds like breaking wood when it connects. THE OUTCAST LEGEND hits the canvas. UDY wasted no time in mounting THE OUTCAST LEGEND for some MMA style ground and pound. Not only are UDY’s forearms connecting to the face, and with every forearm to the face, THE OUTCAST LEGEND’s head hits the canvas.

Freddy Whoa: That’s the old 2 for 1 that UDY is getting right there. Sort of like we are getting, one match, 2 wolves.

Zach Davis: What a reversal by THE OUTCAST LEGEND. He just kneed his way out and both wolves are back to their feet.

THE OUTCAST LEGEND attacks with clothesline that floors UDY who quickly gets to his feet only to be met by a bulldog from THE OUTCAST LEGEND. UDY is on the canvas and THE OUTCAST LEGEND lands a knee drop right to the small of the back. He follows with a leg drop to the same part of the back. THE OUTCAST LEGEND lifts UDY up and body slams hard to the mat. THE OUTCAST LEGEND picks UDY right up and crushes his back with consecutive German suplexes.

Freddy Whoa: I like what THE OUTCAST LEGEND is doing here. He has picked a part of the body and is working it.

Zach Davis: that is a good spot to pick, because it sets up perfectly for Tattered and Torn, that’s the half Boston crab that he has mastered.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah if her gets that locked, UDY could be howling “I quit”

Zach Davis: I’m not so sure UDY is one tough son of bitch, literally.

THE OUTCAST LEGEND continues to work the back. Whether it with kicks to back while UDY is grounded, or hard slams to the mat, THE OUTCAST LEGEND’s focus is on the back of UDY. UDY is in clear pain and rolls out of the ring for a bit of a respite. THE OUTCAST LEGEND doesn’t follow, instead takes this opportunity to yell a ringside fan who is holding a “I love Cats”. UDY does get the break he was looking and after making it to his feet and slides into the ring. THE OUTCAST LEGEND is still dealing with the Cat fan and doesn’t see UDY. UDY approaches from behind and nails a running knee strike to the back of THE OUTCAST LEGEND’s head.

Freddy Whoa: That connected and UDY pounces on THE OUTCAST LEGEND. UDY has picked up THE OUTCAST LEGEND and whips him into the corner.

Zach Davis: THE OUTCAST LEGEND lands seated in the corner and UDY is right there with a cannonball!

The cannonball gives UDY a huge advantage and he begins to capitalize. As THE OUTCAST LEGEND slumps to the canvass, UDY raises to the top rope and lands a foot stomp.

Freddy Whoa: The Fallen Angel! This is not good for THE OUTCAST LEGEND. UDY is slowly gaining momentum!

THE OUTCAST LEGEND is motionless on the mat and UDY takes this opportunity to yell at that same fan with the “I love Cats” sign. To add to heat with the fan, UDY’s manager FENRIS is on the apron now threatening the fan with a chair. While they interact with the fan, THE OUTCAST LEGEND is to his feet and charging. FENRIS sees THE OUTCAST LEGEND and tells UDY to duck. UDY ducks and FENRIS smacks THE OUTCAST LEGEND with the chair he is holding.

Zach Davis: Hey! C’mon. That chair has no place in this match!

Freddy Whoa: It’s not really in the match, it was on THE OUTCAST LEGEND’s head. And it connected! THE OUTCAST LEGEND falls to the mat and UDY heads to the outside…….

……UDY with the Curb Stomp! He lands it with a springboard from the outside. He gives FENRIS a thumbs up and goes for the pin..

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

Zach Davis: He did it! Well they did it, UDY gets the pinfall victory and I’m sure he will howling about this win for a while. These two just had a real dogfight and it looks like UDY is the top Wolf!

Damian Simmons vs Matthew Drake

The lights go out. The fans begin to use their phone flashlights, illuminating the crowd with bright orbs of white light.

After a few seconds, a voiceover begins to play, the words also being written on the tron.

"This... is a message for those of you who remain silent. This is for those who believe their opinion is meaningless. This is for those who were forced into believing they are nothing in the grand scheme of things... You are wrong. Your voice alone may be small, but as a group, you can be louder than a lions roar. I am here to bring that out of you. I am here to represent the silent. majority.

The tron goes black. Everything is quiet until the music bursts to life, filling the silence. The arena is flooded with red light.

Simmons steps out from behind the curtain, a white spotlight cutting through the red and shines on him. Raising his fists overhead, he lets the cheers roar out before beginning his walk to the ring.

Walking down the ramp, Simmons points high into the crowd. His voice is picked up on the camera saying: "Your voice is is not useless!"

Walking up the steps, Simmons enters the ring over the top rope. Walking to the center of the ring, he lifts his fists overhead once more, posing to the crowd.

The crowd goes wild as Simmons enters the ring!

"Forever" by Drake starts playing strobe lights of all colors are flashing then the lights completely shut off and pyro at the stage starts and shoots down the ramp and Matthew Drake appears. He walks down the ramp with a very cocker swagger about him the women cheer because he is hot and the guys boo cause they wanna be him. He gets to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms up in victory before the match even starts he knows how good he is he jumps down and walks to the middle of the ring and holds his arms out and shines his cocky smirk to the fans.

As Drake enters the fans boo so loud the arena shakes and yell "You suck" constantly!

Zach Davis: This match is gonna be spectacular!

Freddy Whoa: I'm just shocked Drake left his bat in the back!

The bell rings and Drake and Simmons walk to the center and Simmons takes a hard slap in the face! The crowd lets out a loud gasp!

Zach Davis: this whole rivalry has been nothing but disrespectful tactics!

Simmons grabs Drake and throws punches to Drakes body! Simmons drags Drake to the corner and Rams his shoulder into Drakes abdomen. As Drake falls to the ground holding his stomach Simmons runs into the ropes and hits Drake with a leg drop.

Zach Davis: That couldn't have helped the mid section of Drake!

Freddy Whoa: it looks like Simmons is trying to push Drakes organs out his back!

Zach Davis: Just stop talking.

Drake rolls out of the ring but Simmons follows. Simmons grabs Drake and turns him around and catches a Superkick from Drake! Drake climbs into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO! YOU SUCKKKKKKK!

Drake watches Simmons slowly rises back to his feet and Drake runs into the ropes and flies between the ropes for a suicide dive. Drake slides Simmons back into the ring and Simmons hops up and hits Drake with a double undertook DDT.

Zach Davis: This is as intense as all their matches have been, but there is something extra knowing this is the end of the rivalry!

Simmons climbs to the top rope and nails Drake with an elbow drop. Simmons rushes for a cover.

ONE........

TWO.......

Drake kicks out. As Drake rushes to get up Simmons jumps off the ropes for a springboard stunner. Simmons looks to be setting up for the Spine splinter, but Drake shoves Simmons out of the ring to by himself some time. Drake stands up and catches his breath as he waits for Simmons to join him back in the ring. The two men meet in the middle and go back and forth with punches trading punch for punch. The ref walks behind Simmons as Drake goes for a Superkick Simmons ducks and the ref catches it. Simmons grabs Drake and hits him with Elevation.

Zach Davis: OH MY GODDDDDD! Elevation it's over Simmons is got a win!

Simmons covers Drake, but the ref is still down.

Crowd: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

The ref turns to see the cover.

ONE......

TWO......

Drake kicks out as Simmons is furious and begins yelling at the ref for not being in the right spot. Drake slides out of the ring and grabs a bat. The ref pulling the ropes to get up Drake throws the bat at Simmons and Simmons catches it and Drake falls on his back acting as if he has been struck.

Zach Davis: this is pathetic why can't he fight like a man!

Simmons drops the bat before the ref turns around and he picks Drake up for another Elevation when he goes to lift Drake, Drake kicks back and catches Simmons in the groin and runs into the ropes for Lights Out!

Zach Davis: Lights Out!!! Simmons caught the wrong end of that one!

Freddy Whoa: Simmons lights are out!

Zach Davis: are you proud of what you just said!

Drake goes for the RKO to set up for Kingslayer but Simmons shoves Drake into the ropes and hits him with a Spine Splinter. Simmons rushes to get Drake up and Drake nails the RKO as Simmons pops up to his knees Drake comes off the ropes and nails the knee to the side of Simmons head-

NO! Simmons ducks away and grapples Drake.

Freddy Whoa: HE HITS THE FULL NELSON SLAM! ELEVATION!

He drops down and pins Drake, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: Damian Simmons gets the win!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: What a match! What a rivalry!

Damian Simmons stands and gets his arm raised.

People's Title Match
Bishop vs Gravedigger

The lights go out and the sound of drums banging can be heard. Out from the back walks WCF veteran, Bishop, and the crowd really lets him know how they feel with loud boos.

Zach Davis: Tonight’s People’s Title match is going to be a slobberknocker for sure. We’ve got two men who have been here since the early days of WCF going at it.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, these two men tonight plus Corey Black have been here longer than nearly everyone on the roster.

A spotlight shines on Bishop and follows the massive monster down the ramp as he makes his way to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: You know that Gravedigger is going to be pissed after Bishop put him through a table via his Last Sermon finisher and then pinned him in the center of the ring in front of the world.

Bishop enters the ring and looks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos upon him.

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and Gravedigger emerges from the back with a pair of MS-13 bikers in tow. Only this time, Gravedigger isn’t taking his time to get to the ring.

Gravedigger is flat out running down the ramp towards the ring. Bishop was in the process of climbing out of the ring to give Gravedigger his space for his entrance, but he stops on the apron as he sees Gravedigger running towards him.

Bishop starts climbing back into the ring as Gravedigger slides in. Bishop stands up just as Gravedigger reaches him and the two men start throwing thunderous rights and lefts. They move towards the side of the ring and a couple of well timed haymakers causes the two big men to spill to the outside!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Crowd: OOHHH!

Zach Davis: Gravedigger is PISSED!

Freddy Whoa: Rightly so, Zach! We knew this wasn’t going to be a technical match and they’re proving that right off the bat with a huge brawl.

Gravedigger and Bishop both start getting up and are each on one knee still pummeling each other as they both slowly get up to standing position. Bishop finally blocks one of Gravedigger’s fists and headbutts the People’s Champion. Gravedigger staggers but goes back in at Bishop, the two men still brawling. Bishop blocks another punch and lands another massive headbutt, causing Gravedigger to reel. Bishop grabs Gravedigger and delivers a knee to the midsection and grabs his head, slamming it on the apron, bouncing his head off of it. Bishop goes to grab Gravedigger again but Digger hits him in the midsection and bounces Bishop’s head off the apron this time.

Gravedigger whips Bishop into the barricade and stomps away at him. Gravedigger measures him up and runs at him for a clothesline, but Bishop ducks and launches Digger over into the crowd, taking out a few fans.

Gravedigger starts getting back up and Bishop grabs him by the head but Digger delivers a thumb to the eye, backing Bishop off. Gravedigger reaches over and grabs one of the fan’s chairs, folds it up and cracks Bishop over the head with it. Bishop stumbles back and catches himself on the ring apron, touching at his forehead, looking for blood.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He can’t do that!

Zach Davis: The match hasn’t even started yet!

The referee climbs out of the ring and begins yelling at both men to get back in. Gravedigger steps over the barricade and runs at Bishop giving him a big boot, knocking him down to one knee. Gravedigger grabs Bishop and rolls him onto the apron. Gravedigger slides in under the bottom rope and the referee gets back into the ring signaling for the match to finally begin.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: NOW the match has officially begun!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah but Bishop is already at a disadvantage after that huge chair shot by Gravedigger.

Bishop has rolled into the ring and Gravedigger is holding onto the top rope while stomping away at Bishop. The referee yells at Gravedigger and pulls him away so Bishop can get to his feet. Gravedigger backs off of him for a few seconds and then jumps in with a knee to the midsection and Gravedigger whips Bishop across the ring and hits Bishop with a big boot. Bishop is barely fazed.

Gravedigger bounces off the nearby ropes and goes for a clothesline on Bishop who shakes it off again. Gravedigger goes for it again but Bishop gets up a boot to stop him. Gravedigger ducks it and bounces off the ropes behind Bishop. Just as he turns around, Digger is in the air with a flying clothesline that floors Bishop this time. Bishop is back up and charges Gravedigger, but Digger moves out of the way, sending Bishop into the turnbuckle.

Gravedigger gets behind Bishop and goes for a German suplex, but Bishop blocks it and starts sending elbows back Gravedigger’s way. After the third one, Gravedigger lets go and staggers back. Bishop turns and grabs Gravedigger and plants him with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Bishop is throwing Gravedigger around like he weighs nothing!

Zach Davis: Bishop may be the bigger of the two men, but Gravedigger is certainly no small man standing at 6 foot 6 inches and weighing in just under 260 pounds. Gravedigger is one of the bigger men in WCF today but Bishop is a GIANT!

Bishop shows off his power by scooping Gravedigger up as he comes at him and body slams him to the mat. Bishop drops a meaty forearm across the chest of the People’s Champion, causing Gravedigger to yell out.

Gravedigger sits up, but Bishop doesn’t let him to his feet as he digs both his hands into Gravedigger’s shoulder, pressing down.

Zach Davis: Bishop knows the power in Gravedigger’s arms. Without that arm power and shoulder, it’s going to be hard to pull off moves such as Grave Marker, Death Driver, Toluca Slam and many more!

Freddy Whoa: Bishop may be rough around the edges but he has been around Gravedigger long enough to know how he works.

Gravedigger finally starts fighting off Bishop with elbows to the midsection, finally getting to his feet. Gravedigger runs off the ropes and goes to charge at Bishop but is picked up in the air and dropped with a huge spinebuster in the middle of the ring.

Bishop makes the first pin attempt of the match.

1…no!

The referee barely lifts his hand up a second time before Gravedigger’s shoulder is up.

Freddy Whoa: It’s going to take a lot more than that to put away a Hall of Famer like Gravedigger!

Bishop gets up and pulls Gravedigger up to a standing position and grabs him, dropping him with a sidewalk slam. Bishop gets up and bounces off the nearby ropes and drops all 300 plus pounds of his frame onto Gravedigger with a huge splash. Gravedigger is not doing great at this point.

Bishop wisely goes for the pin again.

1...2..kick out!

Gravedigger kicks out. He crawls around until he’s between Bishop and the referee. Bishop slowly picks him up and Gravedigger takes advantage of the positioning and low blows Bishop!

Freddy Whoa: That’s illegal!

Zach Davis: Gravedigger wisely gets in the referee’s way, the referee is trying to figure out what happened. Bishop is clutching his testicles.

Freddy Whoa: It’s that Hall of Famer, that veteran smarts from Gravedigger.

Both men slowly get up and Gravedigger bounces off the ropes and shoulder tackles Bishop, knocking him down. Bishop gets back up and Gravedigger measures him, putting him down for a big boot. Gravedigger stomps away at his former Dark Side stablemate.

He grabs one of his legs and drops an elbow across the knee, Bishop yelling out as he does it a second time. Gravedigger grabs both of Bishop’s legs and goes to wrap them around his own leg for a sharpshooter, but Bishop pulls his legs in and shoves Gravedigger off with his huge boots. Gravedigger flies across the ring and lands on his back. Gravedigger is up again before Bishop and he flexes one of his hands, looking like he’s getting ready for something.

Freddy Whoa: Is he going for a Grave Marker?

Indeed he is as Bishop gets up and Gravedigger hits a huge Grave Marker, sending Bishop back to the outside! The referee yells at Gravedigger to get back in the ring as he climbs outside. Gravedigger picks Bishop up and sends him into the barricade with an irish whip. Bishop yells out as he bounces off of the barricade and Gravedigger sends him to the ground with a huge forearm.

Gravedigger puts a boot on Bishop’s chest and flexes for the crowd who gives a mixed reaction. Gravedigger points at the referee and then down where he and Bishop are and tells him to count the pin.

Zach Davis: What’s Gravedigger doing? This isn’t a Falls Count Anywhere match. He can’t pin him outside the ring!

Freddy Whoa: Zach, I don’t think Gravedigger cares.

Bishop shoves Gravedigger’s boot off of him and starts getting to his feet. Gravedigger doubles him over with a knee to the midsection and whips Bishop into the nearby steel steps, shoulder first!

The referee slides out of the ring, yelling at Gravedigger that he’s about to disqualify him. Gravedigger looks out at the crowd and then turns and grabs the referee, hitting a Respecto!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Gravedigger has just taken the referee out!

Zach Davis: I don’t think he liked the referee telling him what to do!

Bishop is slowly getting to his feet. He stands up and looks down at the referee and then back at Gravedigger and nods in approval.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Bishop is happy to have the referee out of the way, too!

Both men walk up and start trading blows once again, rocking each other back and forth, the nearby fans frothing at the mouth. Bishop gets the upper hand and whips Gravedigger into the corner barricade. Bishop charges across the outside and before Gravedigger can react, Bishop spears Gravedigger through the barricade!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!

Both men lay there catching their breath but Bishop is the one who starts moving first. He uses the nearby pieces of barricade to help himself up. He smirks at the crowd who boos him. He walks over and reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair!

Zach Davis: You know, I’ve always wondered why we have chairs under the ring. Shouldn’t it just be cables and maybe a table or two for contract signings?

Bishop grins as he walks over to where Gravedigger is getting up. Gravedigger looks at Bishop just as the chair comes crashing down on his head, flooring him. Gravedigger slowly gets up and Bishop hits him with a second chair shot. Gravedigger is still slowly getting up.

Freddy Whoa: Wow! They don’t call him the Epitome of Hardcore for nothing!

Bishop lays Gravedigger out with a third chair shot. This time Gravedigger stays down. Bishop looks at the partially bent up chair and throws it to the ground. He taunts the crowd. The referee is finally stirring and he gets up. The referee walks over and sees the bent up chair. The referee asks Bishop if he uses it. Bishop starts arguing with the referee but the ref has decided enough is enough. He turns to the timekeeper and starts to call for a DQ but Bishop spins him around.

Bishop kicks the referee in the gut and powerbombs him not once, but twice on the outside!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Last Sermon! Bishop just put the referee back out of commission! I’m afraid at this point, we’re going to need another referee!

Bishop chuckles to himself and turns around. Gravedigger was waiting there on one knee catching his breath, but springs into action as Bishop turns around. Gravedigger lays him out on the outside with South of the Border!

Gravedigger is slow to get up but one thing is evident, his head is busted open slightly from those chair shots.

Zach Davis: This match finally has color!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What the hell did you just say?

Zach Davis: Gravedigger is bleeding! He’s got color!

Freddy Whoa: Oh, ok.

Gravedigger gets down beside Bishop and grabs him by the head and starts pounding away with big rights. Gravedigger picks up Bishop and whips him into the steel steps again, but Bishop reverses and sends Gravedigger into the steel hard!

Bishop is slow to get up but he walks over and grabs the top half of the steps and shoves them over. He picks Gravedigger up and body slams him on the steps, Gravedigger yelling out in pain as he does so. Bishop looks over at the other half of the steps and he picks them up. He walks back over towards Gravedigger and lifts them up.

Freddy Whoa: NO! Don’t do that, Bishop!

Gravedigger reaches up and kicks Bishop right in the junk. Bishop drops the steps. Gravedigger gets up and grabs Bishop, walking him over to the announcer’s table.

Zach Davis: Not over here either!

Gravedigger bounces Bishop’s head off of the table. Bishop elbows Gravedigger and does the same. He bounces Gravedigger’s head off a second time. Finally he drops to one knee and low blows Gravedigger.

Zach Davis: Oh man! Bishop returning the favor!

Bishop grabs Gravedigger and positions him beside the table, grinning.

Freddy Whoa: No! Not another Last Sermon through the table!

Bishop lifts Gravedigger up but can’t drop him as Gravedigger starts wailing on Bishop with rights and lefts. Bishop staggers back and Gravedigger’s weight crashes on him on the outside. Another referee comes running from out back and he slides in the ring. He starts counting away at Bishop and Gravedigger.

They ignore it for the most part as they still slug it out on the outside but they eventually both roll back into the ring, narrowly avoiding the 10 count. They both lay there for a minute or two catching their breath.

Zach Davis: This match has definitely not been the prettiest nor the most technically sound, but it’s going to be one to remember!

Gravedigger is the first one up and he knees Bishop in the midsection, doubling him over. Gravedigger braces himself and yells out in anger and determination as he lifts up Bishop. He takes a few steps and drops the giant with a huge powerslam!

Freddy Whoa: WOW!!! Gravedigger just did a Toluca Slam on the giant Bishop!

Zach Davis: That’s over 300 pounds in a 7 foot frame! Gravedigger has always been known as one of the stronger wrestlers in WCF history, but WOW! I can’t believe that!

Gravedigger goes for his first pin attempt of the match.

1...2...kick out!

Freddy Whoa: THAT is what I can’t believe! After all the chair shots and everything else he has done to Bishop, the big man gets a shoulder up after one of Gravedigger’s trademark moves.

Gravedigger sits against the turnbuckle in the corner, frustrated and clearly hurting. Bishop is laying there hurting as well and catching his breath. Both men slowly start getting up. Gravedigger measures up Bishop and goes for another Grave Marker, but Bishop ducks it this time, causing Gravedigger to stumble. Gravedigger turns around to a kick to the midsection and Bishop lifts Gravedigger up and drops him with a Gorilla Press Slam! Gravedigger’s eyes go wide as he is lifted and then dropped like that.

Freddy Whoa: The look on Gravedigger’s face said it for all of us, no way he’s had that many people in his career toss him up in the air like that!

Zach Davis: Clearly it’s taken a lot out of Bishop as well as he’s slow to make the cover.

1...2...kick out!

Gravedigger just gets his shoulder up. Both men slowly get back to their feet and Gravedigger whips Bishop across the ring.

Gravedigger catches Bishop in the midsection with a boot, doubling him over. Gravedigger braces himself and yells out as he uses the power he has left in the tank by lifting up Bishop onto his shoulder and then dropping him for a Death Driver!!

The referee slides into position as Gravedigger hooks the leg.

1….2…..3!!!

DING DING DING

Kyle Steel: The winner and STILL WCF People’s Champion….GRRRRRRAAAAAAVEDIGGERRRRRR!!

“Changes” by Deftones hits the speakers as the referee grabs the People’s title and hands it to Gravedigger. Gravedigger uses the corner to help himself up and he holds the title up, barely able to stand after that brutal match with his former friend and former stablemate in The Dark Side.

Freddy Whoa: Bishop was right, this was all about it being a rivalry and we weren’t expecting it to be like this but we definitely got a match of the year contender right here!

Hardcore Title Match
FPV vs Ethan King

The lights dim to a blood red, as glitchy electronic noises fill the arena. Many suspect that "Ghosts n' Stuff" is about to play...until instead they get a snippet of multiple songs. First "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff, "The Scott Pilgrim Anthem," and finally "Professional Griefers." This snippets play seemingly at random until all sound stops, and the lights go off completely, until three words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.

"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"

The crowd explodes in applause as "True North" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight.

Zach Davis: FPV is here, and the crowd are loving it! One of the few guys you can expect to always get a lot of love from these packed WCF crowds.

Freddy Whoa: And for good reason, Zach. FPV is one of the legends of the company, and he has done a lot over the years to earn the respect and admiration of friend and foe alike!

Zach Davis: Will FPV be able to capture one of the few titles that has eluded him during his time in the WCF? We will find out very… very soon.

He runs down to the ring at an almost inhumane speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.

Freddy Whoa: And now… the champion.

The beginning of "Alone With All The World” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of boos from the crowd. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black titantron.

THE FUTURE KING...

A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the adulation and spite from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing now to you your REIGNING Hardcore Champion! Representing Everest, hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is 'The Eminent'... ETHAN KING!"

The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore Title held over his shoulder, arms still held out by his side as he ignores the few hands of fans reaching over the barricade to try and get a touch of the sensation.

Zach Davis: Ethan King is arrogant as ever, it seems.

Freddy Whoa: Arrogant? That’s an understatement. Although I must say, he looks a bit more focused than usual.

Zach Davis: A focused Ethan King is as dangerous as anyone on the roster, but for him? It’s a matter of keeping that concentration for the entirety of the match.

Freddy Whoa: Yep, you can’t take even a second off when you’re up against a certified vet in FPV.

He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera arrogantly before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the center of the ring. He shrugs his Hardcore Title off his shoulder, raising it high above his head with one arm - much to the annoyance of the crowd, who jeer him relentlessly - before handing it to the official.

He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the match to commence.

The official stands in the middle of the ring, and raises the belt up high for all the crowd to see. They cheer at the sight of the belt, and for FPV, who is staring at it with an intensity that the two-time World Champ prides himself for. Meanwhile, Ethan King has stood up from his corner, and is psyching himself up, preparing himself for his first defense of the belt.

Zach Davis: The bell rings, and both men are hesitant to jump right into the fray.

Freddy Whoa: I would be too, in a title match like this? You don’t want to jump the gun and give your opponent the advantage too quickly.

Both men circle each other momentarily, before locking-up in the middle of the ring, but the shorter FPV is able to get leverage from underneath and push Ethan into the ropes. Ethan slips his arm around Frank’s head, but it is too late as the former World Champ throws him forward towards the opposite end of the ring. Ethan gathers some speed, and rebounds off the ropes, charging back toward FPV, but is stopped in his tracks with a stiff dropkick from Frank that connects to the jaw. Ethan falls down to the mat, but quickly recovers, pushing back up to his feet. He clutches at his jaw a little, but cranks his neck to the side and is prepared once more to get back to the action.

Zach Davis: FPV gets the better off that initial exchange, and here they go again.

The two men lock up once more, but this time, Ethan King breaks it off almost immediately, and instead opts to boot Frank in the gut. He then runs to the ropes, rebounds off them, and then slips in underneath Frank’s neck, twisting around and hitting him with a Cut-Under Neckbreaker. Upon hitting the move, he then pops back up to his feet, and attempts a Standing Moonsault on the downed FPV… who rolls out of the way, causing Ethan to land on his stomach. Both men are back up to their feet quickly, not allowing the other to take any type of advantage early on in this match. They smirk at each other, FPV offering a small nod, to which Ethan ignores.

Freddy Whoa: You have to admit, Frank’s a great guy when it comes down to it.

Zach Davis: …when was anyone ever arguing that he wasn’t?

Freddy Whoa: Never mind, Zach. You missed my point.

This time, Ethan is the first to go on the offensive, he throws a quick jab at FPV, who is just fast enough to slip it and hit Ethan with an arm drag. Upon getting back up to his feet, Ethan is greeted by a boot to the gut, followed by a sharp snap suplex from FPV, which keeps him down for a moment. This allows Frank to fluidly return to a standing base, before striking Ethan across the chest and throat area with a knee drop. Ethan splutters, but has no time to catch any breath, as FPV goes for a cover.

ONE!

Zach Davis: Quick kick-out by the Hardcore Champion, but each pin-attempt and each kick-out is sure to wear away bit by bit at an athlete’s endurance.

Not wanting to waste his advantage, FPV drags Ethan up to his feet by the hair, and chops Ethan across the chest, the crowd cheer in response as FPV begins to light up Ethan with a flurry of strikes to the chest that turn it from pale to red. He then backs up, leaving Ethan to lean on the ropes, before charging back at him and attempting a clothesline!

Freddy Whoa: OH NO!

Zach Davis: Ethan King sends FPV flying over the ropes!

At the last moment, Ethan was able to bend over and use his back and shoulders to heave FPV over the ropes with a Back Body Drop. Unfortunately, FPV has no way of breaking his fall except landing at ringside back-first. He yells out as he feels the impact through his body, and then rolls over, crawling toward the ring apron.

Ethan shrugs off the damage that was done to him moments ago, and steps through the ropes out onto the apron. He then drops down from the apron, stalking FPV from behind, who is now on his knees by the apron. Ethan comes up from behind him, grabbing him by the shoulders… but Frank shrugs him away, turns around, and…

THWACK!

The sound of a baseball bat slamming into the skull of Ethan King echoes throughout the arena, and the crowd goes into a frenzy!

Freddy Whoa: GODDAMN! Ethan King might have a concussion!

Zach Davis: That’s a nasty gash FPV has opened up at the top of his forehead, Freddy. The referee may have to call this.

Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me? This is a Hardcore Title match, and this is WCF! There’s no way any match is getting called off due to a little blood.

Zach Davis: I think there’s a bit more than just “a little”.

A wide cut has been opened up on the head of Ethan King, and the blood is quickly starting to trickle down over his face. It mixes in with the sweat, causing Ethan’s face to soon become a crimson mask. FPV being the grizzled veteran that he is, shows no mercy, picking Ethan up by the hair, leaving him standing on wobbly feet, before driving the bat straight into his abdomen.

The crowd cheer once more, seeing that this is one of the few times an Everest member has been caught on the bad end of a beatdown. Frank doesn’t even allow Ethan to fall to his feet, shoving him into the ring and leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood. He drops down over him for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: Another kickout by Ethan, but this one was much weaker than the last. And the more this match goes on, the more that blood loss is going to impact him.

Frank nods in a sign of respect to the younger competitor, who clearly has no idea where he is as he looks around in a dazed manner, trying in vain to get back up to his feet. FPV waits patiently, allowing Ethan to bring himself up to wobbly feet, and then locks him in a front facelock. Wasting little time, he then lifts him off the ground, carrying him in the position of a Vertical Suplex. Before he can do what he plans to however, Ethan King is able to bring his knee down enough to catch the top of Frank’s skull. Frank let’s go, and Ethan is just barely able to land on his feet.

Zach Davis: Nice counter by King!

Freddy Whoa: He barely survived that one.

He follows up with a spinning heel kick to the gut, and then turns around to face Frank, wrapping his arm around his head, lifting him high up off the mat, and then crashing him back into the mat with a Fisherman Driver! He holds FPV’s shoulders to the mat, going for his first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!

TW-NO!

Zach Davis: Frank still has a lot left in the tank.

Freddy Whoa: Duh, he’s not the one who got slammed in the head with a baseball bat.

Ethan wipes some of the blood off of his head by swiping his forearm across his forehead. He still seems a bit dazed and confused, and this causes him to become incensed. He begins laying the boots to FPV, stomping a proverbial mudhole in him with shot after shot to any exposed area of FPV – who tries to cover up to the best of his ability. After landing a flurry of boots, Ethan abruptly stops, and picks FPV up to his feet by the head.

He lifts him up in the form of a scoop slam, dropping him to the canvas, but sitting out at the last moment to connect with a Sit-Out Scoop Slam! He then races back up to his feet, trying again for the standing moonsault that he failed to hit earlier in the match.

Zach Davis: This time it lands!

Freddy Whoa: Ethan King is one of the best pure athletes we have in the company at the moment, and he proved it with that move.

Connecting right over FPV’s stomach, Ethan doesn’t move, and instead hooks the leg, attempting a pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick-out by Frank Patrick Venable, who is appearing a bit bewildered by the fast-paced offensive being launched at him by the Hardcore Champion. Ethan has rolled out of the ring, and is now searching underneath the apron for a weapon of some sort. He pulls out a bag of what are presumably thumbtacks, which he leaves in near the turnbuckle corner, before sliding out a table from underneath the ring. The crowd cheer at the sight of the table, but immediately begin to boo as Ethan pushes it into the ring, sets it up, and then awaits for Frank to get back up to his feet.

Zach Davis: Table set up in the middle of the ring… things aren’t looking too good for Frank now!

Freddy Whoa: Does he even know where he is?

As FPV gets back up to his feet, Ethan launches a stiff clothesline at him, but Frank ducks under it. Ethan sharply turns around, right into a…

Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

Zach Davis: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

The superkick lands flush on the jaw of Ethan King, whose head snaps back as blood and sweat fly from his face. He lands flat on the canvas, limbs spread out limply. FPV grins to the crowd as he drops down over Ethan, counting out with the referee who slides in to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Ethan King JUST BARELY kicks out!

Zach Davis: Ridiculous.

Frank seems to share the thoughts of Zach Davis, who looks around in disbelief, and then stares at the hardly responsive figure of Ethan King, whose blood stains the canvas, eyes closed as he takes deep breaths. FPV shakes his head, and brings himself back up to his feet, he glances at the table set up next to him, causing an idea to click. He stands up, and brings the table closer towards himself and Ethan, before dragging Ethan up by the hair. The young man can barely walk, and is virtually dead weight to FPV, who has to hold his weight and leave him resting on the table.

Zach Davis: What’s he planning here?

FPV makes certain Ethan is positioned on the table, before moving over to the turnbuckle corner. He slowly makes the climb up to the top rope, as he takes in the crowds wild cheers.

Crowd: FPV! FPV! FPV! FPV! FPV!

He nods along with the chants as he now stands on the top rope, prepared for lift-off.

Freddy Whoa: It’s time for a GOOMBA STOMP!

FPV prepares to launch himself off from the top, but in a sudden rush of adrenaline, Ethan bursts off the table, and slams into the ropes, causing Frank to loose balance and land crotch first into the top turnbuckle corner.

Zach Davis: A veteran move from the Hardcore Champion! He just saved himself big time.

Freddy Whoa: Now he has to take advantage!

Ethan stumbles over to the turnbuckle corner, still suffering from the damage done to the head through both the baseball bat, and the superkick. He powers through it as best he can, moving FPV on the turnbuckle corner so that both he and Ethan’s backs are facing toward the centre of the ring, where the table still lies.

Zach Davis: Could this be…?

The Hardcore Champion braces himself, and then lifts FPV high over his head, while he himself is standing on the second rope. He then drops back, allowing both himself and FPV to freefall toward the middle of the ring, right where the table lies…

Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: “BLEAK FUTURE” STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! WE MIGHT NEED MEDICAL STAFF OUT HERE!

In amidst the wreckage of the table, Ethan rests a limp arm over the chest of FPV. The referee notices this, and slides in to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT BY FRANK PATRICK VENABLE! What will these men need to do to put one another away?

Zach Davis: This one is coming down to the wire!

Almost a minute passes by without movement by either man, but then they both begin to stir. Bit by bit, they begin to push themselves up to their feet, on opposite sides of the ring. Ethan gets himself to one knee, as does FPV, and eventually, both men are up on their feet, struggling to stand, face to face in the middle of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: And here we go! The climax, both men want to be the one to walk out with the Hardcore Title!

Zach Davis: They’re trading blows, lefts and rights and lefts and rights. Who will take the advantage?

Both men continue to trade blows, but as time goes on, they become slower and slower than what they once were. A one-two combination catches FPV on the chin, but he takes it and then fires back with a kick to the shin, followed by a chop to the chest. Neither man gives an inch, but at the end of the day, the battle comes down to who has the biggest weapons… and both men are primed to unleash theirs.

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

Zach Davis: Not quite! Ethan ducks it and… SHATTER THE CLODUS!

Freddy Whoa: No, each men avoid strikes that very well could’ve ended this match!

FPV and King both spin around to face each other once more, Ethan feigns a right hand blow to the head, which Frank reacts to by blocking with both arms, leaving his body expose. Ethan then fires off a devastating corkscrew punch directly to the chest area of FPV…

The blow lands with a resounding echo straight into the heart of FPV! The strike causes FPV to virtually cease movement for an entire second, as though he has been put on pause.

Zach Davis: It’s as if Ethan King just stopped FPV in time!

Freddy Whoa: A literal Time Skip!

Now wide open and defenceless, Ethan King unleashes a devastating overhand right, that blasts FPV and snaps his head back, who can do nothing to avoid the shot. Ethan’s punch throws FPV straight down to the canvas, unmoving.

Bloodied and battered, Ethan King stands still for a moment, and then drops down over FPV’s body.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Kyle Steel: Your winner of this match, via pinfall… and STILL YOUR WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION… EEETTTHHHAAANNN... KKKIIINNNGGG!!!

Zach Davis: Somehow, someway, Ethan King just barely scrapes by with a victory!

Freddy Whoa: It was hard fought, it was brutal, and it was everything a Hardcore Title match should be, Zach. Nothing but respect for these two guys here tonight.

The referee tries to help up Ethan King, but he is shoved away by the young superstar, who instead snatches the belt off of the officials’ hands and holds it close to his chest. He rolls out of the ring, dropping down to ringside, using the apron and then eventually, the barricade to help him on his ascent up the ramp.

Zach Davis: Usually the crowd would boo an Ethan King victory, but tonight? Just like you said Freddy, there’s nothing but respect here. What a great match. You have to think this new legitimacy to the Hardcore Division can only be built up through matches that are competed in by the likes of Andre Holmes, FPV, and yes… Ethan King.

Freddy Whoa: An incredible match indeed… and we STILL have three more big time matches to get through! What a night it has been thus far.

The camera fades out momentarily, as Ethan King has disappeared behind the backstage area, and FPV is beginning his own walk out of the arena, to a standing ovation by the crowd who let loose a loud applause for him.

Alpha Championship vs Television Championship
World Title Shot on the Line
Sidney J. Warwick vs John Rabid

Zach Davis: And now time for a match with MAJOR implications.

Freddy Whoa: Two unstoppable Title reigns collide!

"Two Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. Sidney J. Warwick enters. There is no pyro. There are no flashing lights. There is not even video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle with a mild sneer on his face as he looks at the audience. He wipes his boots on the ring apron before entering through the ropes, then takes of his necktie and carefully folds it before handing it to the ring attendant.

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the cheer's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.

Zach Davis: Let's lay out the rules. If Sidney J. Warwick wins here, he's pretty much in the clear - he can cash in his Alpha Title and get an opportunity at the World Title.

Freddy Whoa: He's the last man to have that opportunity - with the introduction of the Omega Title, the Alpha Title will no longer be used to get a World Title shot.

Zach Davis: If he wins, he also gets the Television Title of course, so he'd be on the way to being a TRIPLE Title holder.

Freddy Whoa: Now, if John Rabid wins... SJW loses the Alpha Championship. Rabid doesn't win it, since he's not eligible to hold it, but that's the bizarre stipulations we have set up here. John Rabid WILL gain the right to challenge for the World Heavyweight Title, however.

Zach Davis: Like we said! A LOT on the line.

SJW and Rabid step up to one another, both talking trash and looking to gain, perhaps, the mental advantage. SJW backs off before requesting they tie up. Rabid goes to oblige before instead kicking SJW in the gut. He then puts him in a Headlock but SJW pushes him off. Rabid hits the ropes and SJW executes a Spinebuster! He immediately goes for a pin.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout.

Freddy Whoa: Very few men have risen through the ranks as quickly as Sidney J. Warwick has. One such man is Steven Singh, who now finally sits at the top of WCF. Could SJW make it there even faster?

SJW immediately gets up and kicks away at Rabid a few times before grabbing his leg. He kicks his inner thigh a few times before kicking his calf next and finally locking in the Figure Four Leglock!

Crowd: WHOOO!

Rabid thrashes for a few moments before getting his wits about him and working to roll over, reversing the pressure - which he does! SJW yells out in pain but quickly is able to grab the ropes, causing the break. Both men are to their feet and SJW runs at Rabid, Rabid goes for a Spinning Heel Kick but SJW rolls through. He hits the ropes, bounces back and Chop Blocks Rabid down. SJW grabs Rabid's leg again and puts him back into the Figure Four Leglock!

Zach Davis: Figure Four reapplied!

Rabid yells out in pain and again goes to reverse it but this time SJW is able to fight back as Rabid is slightly more worn down.

Freddy Whoa: As with any wrestler, take out Rabid's legs and you take out a good portion of his offense.. and his mobility of course. This match could be over before it's really begun.

SJW successfully stops Rabid from turning it over, so instead Rabid begins flailing towards the ropes. He's so close.

Zach Davis: He's gotta reach, and he's gotta reach ASAP!

HE DOES! The crowd pops.

Freddy Whoa: Rabid escapes! For now!

Rabid uses the ropes to stumble to his feet. SJW runs at him and Rabid executes a Back Bodydrop, sending SJW flying to the outside!

Zach Davis: Great reversal!

The Ripper runs to the ropes, bounces, and then flies!

Freddy Whoa: TOPE CON HILO!

Rabid executes a beautiful leap. He then lifts the fallen SJW up and hits him with a series of forearms, pressing him into the guardrail. He then hits a series of knife edge chops.

Crowd: WHOOO!

Zach Davis: Ric Flair's whole moveset on display here tonight!

Rabid backs up and then runs at SJW again, this time going for a V TRIGGER!, but no, SJW hits a Back Bodydrop of his own, sending Rabid into the crowd!

Freddy Whoa: This one is really getting wild.

SJW runs at Rabid but Rabid punches him. Rabid quickly sets up a chair then runs, uses it to jump onto the guardrail and then leaps, hitting an Arabian Dropkick onto SJW!

Zach Davis: They better get back in the ring, they only have to a count of twenty!

Indeed, Rabid picks SJW up and rolls him back in. He slides in with him and goes for a pin.

One..

Two..

Kickout from SJW.

Freddy Whoa: If Sidney J. Warwick hadn't competed last month at Ultimate Showdown, I'd call this the biggest match of his career. That said, at Showdown, he didn't exactly have anything on the line... Here, tonight, he has everything on the line.

Rabid waits for SJW to stumble up, which he does. Rabid runs at him and goes for another V Trigger, but SJW sidesteps it and Rabid's knee crashes into the turnbuckle!

Zach Davis: Oh no.

SJW quickly locks the leg into a Single Leg Grapevine.

Freddy Whoa: SJW has been working that leg all night...

Rabid once again screams in pain. He reaches the ropes as soon as he can, forcing SJW to break the hold. SJW watches as Rabid hobbles up, clearly favoring the damaged right leg. He runs at him and hits a Jumping Knee Strike of his own, taking Rabid down. Warwick goes for a pin.

One.

Two.

No!, kickout.

Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick has held his Alpha Championship since June 11th. Some people are calling this the Summer of Social Justice.

Freddy Whoa: .......no one is calling it that.

Warwick begins asking the referee, a long haired man, if he gets paid the same as the men do. The referee is confused until he realizes SJW confused him for a woman. SJW begins to apologize profusely but the referee turns away, embarrassed and angry. SJW quickly uses that opportunity to thumb Rabid in the throat!

Zach Davis: Oh come on!

SJW follows up with a Snapmare, backs himself against the ropes and then hits a Dropkick to Rabid's neck. Rabid turns over, clutching his neck in pain before SJW grabs his leg and puts him into a Single Leg Crab.

Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick, right back on that leg.

Rabid crawls.. crawls.. But he's hurting, he's slow.

Zach Davis: Come on, Rabid...

Freddy Whoa: He's fought and he's clawed so far to get THIS CLOSE to the World TItle shot, while SJW practically waltzed right into it.

Rabid gets closer and closer....

Freddy Whoa: WARWICK PULLS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER!

The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: THIS IS IT!

NO!, Rabid is able to turn himself over and kick SJW off! SJW hits the ropes and as he comes back Rabid rolls him up with a quick pin!

ONE!

TWO!

No!, SJW kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Shades of SJW himself!

Both men are up and SJW runs at Rabid, Rabid kicks him though before executing a Discus Lariat. SJW doesn't go down and Rabid pushes him into the ropes, he sends him flying before switching behind him and executing Bridging Dragon Suplex!, into another pin attempt!

One..

Two..

Another kickout.

SJW stumbles up and Rabid hits the ropes, runs at him and hits another V Trigger. He then Springboards off the ropes and hits a Calf Kick!

Zach Davis: GREETINGS FROM LONDON!

John Rabid pins him again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, no! SJW somehow kicks out!

Freddy Whoa: Somehow, John Rabid has found himself able to still use his high flying offense, but for how long?

Rabid backs up, he's ready to end this. He runs at SJW...

Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER!

NO!, SJW reverses the Running Crucifix into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Rabid escapes!

Freddy Whoa: SJW HAD IT SCOUTED!

As Rabid gets back up SJW grapples him from behind.

Zach Davis: PRIVILEGE CHECK!

NO!, Rabid pushes him off and onto the ropes. As SJW comes back, Rabid hits a Taekwondo Spinning Hook Kick.

Freddy Whoa: ABDICATOR!

SJW won't go down, but he's out cold, on his feet. Rabid runs at him once more.

Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER!

Rabid hits the move!, he drops down and goes for the pin.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: JOHN. RABID. HAS DONE IT!

The crowd erupts!

Zach Davis: JOHN RABID HAS EARNED HIMSELF A WORLD TITLE SHOT!

Freddy Whoa: AND SIDNEY J. WARWICK.... HAS LOST HIS!

Rabid rolls out of the ring, and he's handed his Television Title. The Alpha Championship is escorted to the back, but SJW scurries towards it and practically cries as he sees it being carried away.

Zach Davis: I think he's really crying.... I mean, we shouldn't make fun of him, for all we know we should give him a safe space, but...

As if on cue, a blanket in the same shape as a cage would be drops from the ceiling. The blanket is labeled SAFE SPACE and it totally covers SJW and his woes as the Television Champion and new number one contender celebrates on the ramp.

Freddy Whoa: John Rabid retains the Television Championship yet again, but more than that - he... he's going to a World Championship match.

We go to commercial.

Omega Title Match
Dawson Creek vs Kyle Kemp vs Mikey eXtreme vs Corey Black

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a four way match set for ONE FALL, and it is the match to determine the first ever WCF OMEGA CHAMPION!

"Spit Out the Bone" by Metallica hits the PA as the lights drop and purple lights illuminate the arena. A few moments later Corey Black emerges from the backstage area wearing a worn looking black leather vest with "ALL HAIL" - a skull with a crown - and "THE KING" on the back of it. The crowd cheers along with great appreciation, a few boos scattered in as Corey makes his way to the ring, little interaction with anyone, just focus on the squared circle. Black slides into the ring and lifts his right elbow to the sky as most of the crowd loses their mind. Corey drops his vest to the floor and simply waits in the corner, bouncing back and forth, anticipating the coming battle.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at 218 pounds, he is . . . COREY BLACK!

Zach Davis: Now it's time for the Omega Championship match, with the first entrant being Corey Black, who essentially inserted himself into this contest.

Freddy Whoa: This is a wrestler with a lot of notches on his proverbial belt, and he looks to make one more at Revenge.

"Better than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out slowly to the top of the stage. He stands with his arms out and soaks in boos from the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down to the ring, taunting the fans. He walks up the steps and gets in the ring with a smile and just leans on one of the turnbuckles, indifferent to anything that anyone is saying to him and waiting for the match to start. The fans hate how he's not responding to them and continue to boo louder.

Kyle Steel: Up next, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing 208 pounds . . . KYLE KEMP!

Freddy Whoa: Just one month ago, Kemp had an opportunity to become the number one contender to the World Title, and he seeks redemption for that loss here tonight.

"I Don't Want to Wait" by Paula Cole plays over the speakers. Dawson Creek arrives from out back, slapping hands with fans as he makes his way to the ring. He takes the steps to the ring, enters through the middle rope, and raises his fists in triumph for the fans, who cheer loudly for Dawson. Dawson retreats to the corner and stretches.

Kyle Steel: The third man in the match comes to us from Capeside and weighs in at 200 pounds even . . . DAWSON CREEK!

Zach Davis: Creek has been making a case for himself as the WCF's rookie of the year for 2017, winning a hotly contested match to qualify for this opportunity in addition to pulling off an upset recently over UCI World Champion Bonnie Blue.

The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.

Kyle Steel: And finally, being accompanied to the ring by Vidalia and Freakshow, he hails from Brooklyn, New York and weighs 225 pounds . . . MIKEY EXTREME!

Freddy Whoa: Much like Kyle Kemp, Mikey eXtreme fell short in an attempt to win a World Title shot last month, so we'll see if winning the Omega Title will suffice to move him up in the rankings.

Zach Davis: Here we go with our semi-main event, which has been set to establish the first new championship in the WCF since the Trios Titles were created in 2015.

Freddy Whoa: Hopefully things wind up a little bit better for the Omega Championship than they did for those particular belts.

The bell rings. All four men immediately spring into action, with Mikey eXtreme going after Dawson Creek and Corey Black taking it to Kyle Kemp. The four men exchange strikes with each other in those pairings, as the match immediately becomes a donnybrook.

Freddy Whoa: Black is really laying it into Kemp with some elbows to the head, while eXtreme is giving some good, old fashioned right hands to Creek!

Zach Davis: Despite the fact that the Omega Championship is the new belt on the block, these four wrestlers are willing to fight for it as it's got all the prestige in the world.

Freddy Whoa: It is meant to be the stepping stone to the World Title, and who wouldn't want to have that?

Corey Black has managed to maneuver Kyle Kemp back into the corner with his elbow strikes on one side of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Mike eXtreme has grabbed Dawson Creek in a side headlock and is cranking on it.

Zach Davis: Black shoots Kemp out of the corner with an Irish whip . . .

Freddy Whoa: But, wait a second, eXtreme just let go of the headlock and grabbed Kemp, stopping his forward momentum from the whip!

Zach Davis: And Kemp and eXtreme take Corey Black down with a double team clothesline!

Freddy Whoa: Now Dawson Creek eats the same move!

With both of their opponents down, Kyle Kemp and Mikey eXtreme stare each other down in the center of the ring, going forehead-to-forehead and loudly trash talking.

Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, rather than Kemp and eXteme attacking each other, Kyle just pulled away from his opponent and dropped an elbow on Dawson Creek!

Zach Davis: And eXtreme just hit a basement dropkick on the downed Corey Black!

While Black is on the mat, eXtreme puts the boots to him, as Kemp does the same thing to Creek.

Zach Davis: Though they haven't always seen eye-to-eye with one another, Kyle Kemp and Mikey eXtreme have been tag team partners for the past several months, and it looks like they came into the match this evening with an understanding that they would cooperate.

eXtreme and Kemp pick their opponents up off the mat and Irish whip them into each other. Creek and Black collide at center ring but don't go down, instead being somewhat dazed and staggering away from one another, directly into the clutches of Kyle and Mikey.

Freddy Whoa: Belly-to-belly suplex by Kemp on Dawson!

Zach Davis: X Marks the Spot superkick by eXtreme on Corey!

After executing those maneuvers, eXtreme and Kemp grab Corey Black by the tights, hoist him up, and cooperate to throw him out of the ring in between the second and third ropes. Black lands flat-backed on the arena floor. While that was ongoing, Dawson Creek pulled himself over into the corner in a seated position, but, before he could do anything else, Kemp and eXtreme met him and began stomping a mudhole in him.

Zach Davis: Now it appears that Kyle and Mikey are employing a divide and conquer strategy, with Dawson Creek bearing the brunt of their offense while Corey Black attempts to scoop himself up off the mats.

Slowly but surely, Black recovers and claws his way up on to the ring apron, where he stands while using the top rope to help prop himself up. However, eXtreme and Kemp realize that he is getting ready to reinsert himself into the match, so they pick up Dawson Creek and throw him towards Corey Black, essentially causing Creek to spear Black, sending Black flying off the apron and back down to the floor, while Creek lands in a prone position, laying stomach first over the middle rope, facing out towards the ringside area.

Freddy Whoa: Yikes on bikes!

Zach Davis: Black goes airborne, as our veteran wrestler still has some difficulty getting momentum on his side in this most important of matches!

Kyle Kemp slides out of the ring under the bottom rope, scoops Corey Black up, and shoots him into the ringside retaining wall. Mikey eXtreme steps out of the ropes and stands on the ring apron, grabbing the head of Dawson Creek as he continues to lay on the ring ropes.

Zach Davis: MIKEY EXTREME FALLS BACKWARDS, SPIKING DAWSON CREEK WITH A DDT FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!

Zach Davis: Dawson's theme music says he doesn't want to wait for his life to be over, and he may not be waiting anymore!

Freddy Whoa: Somebody needs to tell Joey to come identify him at the morgue!

Zach Davis: And then Joey will get there and be all like, "How YOU doin'?"

Freddy Whoa: Wrong television Joey, jackass.

Leaving Dawson Creek for dead on the arena floor, Kemp and eXtreme roll Corey Black into the squared circle, where eXtreme lifts him up to a vertical base and throws him towards Kemp.

Freddy Whoa: STUN GUN!

Zach Davis: Kemp usually uses this to set up the big finishing kick to the face that he calls Back to the Minors!

It appears that Kyle Kemp is, in fact, setting up for Back to the Minors, but, before he can connect, Mikey eXtreme slips in, grabs Corey Black by the back of the neck, and slams him down to the mat face first.

Freddy Whoa: THE EXPLOSION!

Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme drops down for the pin and the first Omega Championship!

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Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp drops an elbow across the back of Mikey eXtreme's head to break things up!

Zach Davis: If I didn't know any better, I would say that it looked like eXtreme just tried to steal Kemp's pinfall!

Mikey eXtreme gets back to his feet, somewhat slowly, rubbing his head and neck with his right hand.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like we've got some trouble in paradise, as eXtreme and Kemp are arguing, and this appears to be much more legitimate than the fake out that they started the match with!

Zach Davis: Kemp shoves Mikey!

Freddy Whoa: Mikey shoves Kemp!

Zach Davis: Wait a second . . .

Freddy Whoa: What the hell?!

Seemingly out of nowhere, Dawson Creek has not only gotten back up to his feet but yanked Mikey eXtreme's trademark kendo stick out of the hands of his manager Vidalia.

Freddy Whoa: DAWSON CREEK WHALLOPS MIKEY EXTREME IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH HIS OWN KENDO STICK!

Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp tries to lariat Dawson!

Freddy Whoa: Creek ducks it . . . turns around . . . KENDO STICK SHOT TO KYLE KEMP'S TEMPLE!

Zach Davis: Dawson Creek is usually our clean cut, white meat babyface, but it seems like he's gone no holds barred after eating that brutal DDT from the apron to the floor!

In an unusual visual, while he continues to hold the kendo stick, Dawson Creek screams at the top of his lungs and thrusts his arms out to his sides in a crucifix pose, a la Raven or Tommy Dreamer in ECW.

Freddy Whoa: As if Dawson Creek needed to get any more 90s, now he's ripping off Mikey eXtreme's bingo hall reject gimmick.

Making sure that he maintains his recently-obtained advantage, Creek picks Mikey eXtreme up from the mat and immediately takes him back down with a kendo stick-assisted side Russian leg sweep before rushing over to the fallen Kyle Kemp and locking him into a kendo stick-assisted version of the Crippler Crossface.

Zach Davis: As if the regular Crossface wasn't painful enough, Dawson is grinding that wooden weapon into Kyle's face, causing all sorts of discomfort and potential splinters!

Freddy Whoa: The referee is asking Kemp if he wants to submit, and the former People's Champion is reaching out with that free arm in an attempt to force the rope break!

Zach Davis: If you're wondering why the referee is allowing some latitude with the kendo stick here, it becomes difficult to disqualify a wrestler in a match with more than two competitors.

Despite having taken quite a beating, Mikey eXtreme somehow works his way back up to his feet, where he briefly stares at his tag team partner struggling in Dawson Creek's submission hold, as though he is trying to decide what his next move will be.

Zach Davis: We saw the Kemp/eXtreme alliance fall apart a few moments ago, but, now that Kemp is in trouble, will Mikey help him out?!

As if Zach's question was some sort of cue, Mikey eXtreme makes his move and grabs one of Kyle Kemp's legs, placing him in a single leg crab hold.

Freddy Whoa: If Kemp had any chance at making the ropes earlier, it's gone now, as he finds himself trapped in not one but two painful submission holds at the very same time!

Zach Davis: But if Kyle Kemp were to tap out right now, which one of his two opponents would become the Omega Champion?

Freddy Whoa: We might not have to answer that question, because here comes the self-proclaimed "King of All Wrestlers," Corey Black, and, based on the look on his face, he is out for blood . . .

Black charges towards the human knot that is made up of his three opponents, lifts up his left leg, and buries the point of his wrestling boot into Kyle Kemp's face. Not only does Kemp take damage, but the kendo stick held by Dawson Creek shatters, as wood and blood go flying everywhere.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

Zach Davis: eXtreme and Creek have both broken their holds, while Kyle Kemp is now shrieking in pain and holding his face!

Freddy Whoa: This isn't good, Zach. This isn't good at all. You can see blood gushing out from between Kyle Kemp's fingers, and you can tell that fragments of that broken kendo stick have buried themselves into his face!

Zach Davis: I've got to hope that there was no damage to his eyes. That's the sort of thing that could result in a man being permanently blinded!

Recognizing the severity of the situation, medical personnel are quick to hit the ringside area, bringing with them a stretcher.

Freddy Whoa: We've got three EMTs out here now, and they have set about trying to get Kyle Kemp strapped down on to that stretcher to safely transport him out of here . . .

Zach Davis: But Kemp is not making it easy, as he's flailing away and batting at the EMTs hands as they try to help him . . . he might be in bad shape, but he does not want to be taken out of his Omega Championship match!

While Kemp tries to fight off the individuals who are working to assist him, Dawson Creek stares down at the scene, seemingly disturbed that he could have had a role in causing something so brutal. As he stands there, Corey Black creeps up on him from behind . . .

Freddy Whoa: HALF NELSON SUPLEX BY BLACK! DAWSON CREEK WAS JUST SPIKED ON TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

Zach Davis: Corey Black goes in for the cover!

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Freddy Whoa: OUT OF NOWHERE, MIKEY EXTREME FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FROG SPLASH, FLATTENING BOTH COREY BLACK AND DAWSON CREEK!

Zach Davis: This is your chance, Mikey! Cover one of those men and you are the first ever WCF Omega Champion!

eXtreme does not go for the cover, though. Instead, as Black and Creek deal with the after effects of the frog splash, Mikey looks to the outside of the ring, where the EMTs are still struggling to give aid to Kyle Kemp.

Freddy Whoa: This is not the time to be distracted!

Zach Davis: We've seen that look on Mike eXtreme's face before, Freddy. He's got something big in mind.

Mikey climbs up to the top rope once again, but this time, rather than facing into the ring where Black and Creek are located, he faces to the outside.

Freddy Whoa: The hell?

Zach Davis: HUGE DIVE BY MIKEY EXTREME, AND HE JUST TOOK OUT ALL THREE OF THE EMTS THAT WERE TENDING TO KYLE KEMP!

Freddy Whoa: We are going to be SO sued after that one.
Zach Davis: Eh, just throw the summons on to the pile!

Freddy Whoa: What was Mikey even thinking with that one?

With the EMTs having taken the brunt of the impact, Mikey eXtreme is up relatively quickly. He takes a bag that one of the EMTs was carrying and places it on to the ring apron and then grabs the stretcher, moving it into almost a military press position and throwing it over the top rope and into the ring, where Corey Black and Dawson Creek both have to avoid getting wacked by it.

Zach Davis: I guess now we know what Mikey's plan was, and it will be interesting to see where it goes from here.

eXtreme starts to walk back to the ring, going slightly out of his way so that he can literally step on the prone Kyle Kemp's chest as he does so. Mikey gets on to the apron and begins to enter the ring, when . . .

Freddy Whoa: Dawson Creek just caught Mikey off guard with a running kneelift to the head as he was attempting to enter between the ropes!

Zach Davis: And, not missing a beat, Corey Black blasts Dawson in the face with a running Yakuza kick before he can capitalize on that kneelift!

With both of his opponents down, Corey Black walks over to the EMT's bag that Mikey eXtreme had previously placed on the ring apron. Black looks into the bag, and a sadistic grin spreads across his face.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh, it looks like this one's about to get even crazier than it's already been.

Black holds the bag up above his head and turns it upside down, spilling its contents all over the center of the mat. Its contents? Dozens of hypodermic needles.

Zach Davis: Oh no.

The King of All Wrestlers picks Dawson Creek up off the mat and holds him in position for a uranage in such a way that it appears that his intention is to drive him down on to the pile of needles. However, before he can do so, Dawson begins elbowing him in the side of the head. Eventually, the rookie breaks free of Black's clutches. He appears poised to make an offensive maneuver of his own against Black, but . . .

Freddy Whoa: X MARKS THE SPOT SUPERKICK BY MIKEY EXTREME ON DAWSON CREEK!

Zach Davis: AND CREEK GOES TUMBLING BACKWARDS INTO THE FIELD OF HYPODERMIC NEEDLES!

The camera zooms in on poor Dawson Creek, who has several of the medical devices sticking out of his back and one sticking out of the back of his head.

Freddy Whoa: Well, I guess the consolation prize for Dawson is that it looks like those needles were new and not used.

Dawson Creek, perhaps trying to save himself from further damage, rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope where he winds up lying next to Kyle Kemp. Meanwhile, in the ring, Mikey eXtreme and Corey Black begin staring each other down while the referee does the best he can to kick the remaining hypodermics out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Big forearm shiver to Corey Black's face by Mikey eXtreme!

Freddy Whoa: And Black responds in kind!

The two wrestlers trade several more forearms until eXtreme gets the advantage and shoves Black back into the ropes, Irish whipping him off. Mikey looks to hit his opponent with a cross body block, but Black sees it coming and drops down, causing Mikey to crash and burn.

Zach Davis: Corey Black follows his opponent down to the mat, dropping a big elbow into the small of his back!

In quite the display of strength, Corey Black grabs the much larger Mikey eXtreme and hercs him up, placing eXtreme on the top rope in a seated position. While he is there, Black reaches up and connects with three stiff elbow smashes to the side of his opponent's face, then walking away and grabbing the stretcher that Mikey eXtreme previously threw into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: After everything we've seen in this match so far, I'm a bit concerned about what Corey Black has in mind for that stretcher.

Black takes the stretcher and lays it upside down in the middle of the ring, with its metal frame and wheels pointing up into the air. Once the device is in place, Black runs back over to eXtreme, who is still seated on the top rope, and connects with another large elbow smash. Then, he climbs up on to the second rope himself, facing towards Mikey eXtreme, who continues to sit on the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: It looks like Corey Black has Mikey eXtreme hooked and will be looking for an avalanche style exploder suplex down on to the metal frame of that stretcher!

Freddy Whoa: Wait a second . . . BRUTAL headbutt by Mikey eXtreme to the bridge of Corey Black's nose!

Zach Davis: AND COREY BLACK FALLS BACKWARDS DOWN ON TO THE FRAME OF THE STRETCHER!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know what was just bent more, the frame or Corey Black's spine!

Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Mikey is now balancing himself up on the top rope . . .

Upon achieving perfect positioning, eXtreme launches himself high into the air and executes a moonsault, turning it into a senton bomb at the last second and dropping his full weight across Corey Black's chest as Black continues to lay on the twisted frame of the stretcher.

Freddy Whoa: EXIT STRATEGY!!!!!

Zach Davis: eXtreme stays on top for the cover!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Best known for his run with the United States Championship, Mikey eXtreme now holds the promotion's new #2 title as the first Omega Champion!

Return Segment

Backstage, the camera bounces slightly as the out of shape cameraman jogs down a hallway toward a swiftly closing door along the left wall. The cameraman barrels through the door before it can fully close, giving us a glimpse of the embossed nameplate that says Seth Lerch as he pushes inside. Before the camera can center him in the frame, Seth himself is already speaking.

Seth Lerch: Who the hell… Oh, it’s you. What the ever loving fuck do YOU want, Omega?

The shot pulls back from the irate face of the WCF owner to reveal him standing behind his desk, glaring at a man with light brown hair, wearing a red leather vest over a light gray shirt, and rough black utility pants. The camera creeps around the side to give us a profile view of the stylish facial hair on the face of Jay Omega.

Jay Omega: It’s the end of August, Seth, why do you think I’m here? It ain’t for the Back To School sales, I’ll tell you that much.

Seth scowls at Omega’s flippant tone, while Jay just smiles broadly. Omega takes a seat in the leather chair in front of Seth’s desk and kicks his feet up, causing the owner’s scowl to deepen. Jay gestures for Seth to sit, and after a moment Lerch does so, though his body language makes it clear he’s sitting because HE wants to. With his arms folded over his chest, Seth glares daggers at Omega for a moment, then raises an eyebrow.

Seth Lerch: That’s not an answer. What do you want?

Jay drops his feet off the desk and sits forward, his casual air evaporating as he does.

Jay Omega: I want to be in WAR. It’s still a bit early, I know, but I figure--

Seth Lerch: No.

The WCF owner’s flat refusal takes Omega by surprise, causing the wrestler to lean back in his seat. Lerch’s mouth twitches as he suppresses a smile, enjoying having the upper hand.

Seth Lerch: The name Jay Omega doesn’t hold the same weight it used to. You haven’t been seen in this company for almost a year; that’s long enough to be completely forgotten in this business. There’s a whole new crop of deserving talent - loyal, proven talent - who are all clamoring for the top spot. And you’re gonna just stroll in here like we’re old friends, thinking I’m going to drop you back into the main event? Who do you think you are, Jonny Fly?

Jay Omega: Please, as if Fly could pull off this ballin’ moustache.

Seth Lerch: The answer is no. I’m not letting you skip to the front of the line when there are so many hungry competitors willing to EARN their way.

Jay Omega: What, and winning WAR isn’t earning my way?

Seth Lerch: Not on the same level. Now, maybe if you were willing to start at the bottom again - fight your way up the ranks like everyone else - MAYBE I’d consider putting you in the lineup.

Jay snorts and tosses his head, and an arrogant smirk creases his face.

Jay Omega: Mangle a few clusterfucks, then pummel some mid-carders for a month or two? Pfft, no problem.

Seth smiles like a circling shark smelling blood in the water.

Seth Lerch: Of course, I’ll want a five year contract, with a minimum of six public event appearances per year.

Omega makes a rude noise with his mouth, and flips Seth the finger.

Jay Omega: Five years? Eat a dick! I got shit to do with my life, yo. I didn’t show up here to ask for my old job back, dude; I just want to get back into combat condition. I figured the easiest way to do that was by whoopin’ on your roster all at once, but it ain’t worth five years of my life.

Not one to let himself lose out on a business opportunity, Seth unfolds his arms and rubs his chin, then pulls a bottle of Bacardi 151 from below the desk. The WCF owner unscrews the bottle cap and pours himself a three finger drink in a square glass tumbler, and considers Jay over the lip of the glass.

Seth Lerch: Two years. Plus the six public appearances per year. And I’m really bending on that; most developmental talent won’t see the main event in less than three.

Jay Omega: Are you fucking kidding me, Lerch? Two years of jerking curtains just to get into WAR? I love kicking ass just as much - if not more than - the next guy, but I’m not spending two years in jobber hell in order to do it. I have bigger fish to fry. Can’t I just buy you another year’s supply of helicopter fuel?

Seth scowls again and drains his glass. The WCF owner fills the tumbler again, then pulls a second one from his desk drawer and fills it halfway. Lerch takes a sip from his glass, but leaves the other where it sits.

Seth Lerch: My accountant informed me that I can write the fuel off as a business expense, thanks. Six months. And a minimum of one televised appearance before the event. If you stick it out for six months and climb the ranks the old-fashioned way, I’ll let you fight whoever you want. That’s my final offer.

Omega visibly hesitates, and chews on his lower lip while he thinks.

Jay Omega: This decision doesn’t affect just me; there’s someone I need to discuss it with. Can we keep this offer on the table for a little while, let me get back to you?

Seth drains the rum in his glass and sets the tumbler down, then reaches for the second one. Rather than pass it to Jay, as Omega had been expecting, Lerch downs this glass of alcohol as well, then belches softly and looks back at Jay.

Seth Lerch: Well, I am being pretty generous already, and I don’t want people to get the mistaken idea that I like you, or something, but… sure. Just don’t take too long to decide; WAR isn’t that far off, and I’ll need an answer by next week. Now, unless there was something else, kindly get the fuck out of my office.

Omega chuckles as he pushes himself up out of the chair and heads toward the door.

Jay Omega: Yeah, I missed you too, Boss.

Jay ducks out the door, and Seth just sighs, then pours himself another drink.

World Title Match
Teo del Sol vs Steven Singh

Zach Davis: It's time!

Freddy Whoa: MAIN EVENT TIME!

Zach Davis: The WCF universe has been buzzing about this one all week, Freddy. A new era is upon us, but everyone in the WCF is jockeying to see who will lead that new era.

Freddy Whoa: Came hell and came high water, Steven Singh walked out of Ultimate Showdown as the World Heavyweight Champion. Thievin' Steven did it.

Zach Davis: But now, the most dishonest man in WCF comes face to face with the exact opposite, the most honest.

The Crowd explodes as a roaring guitar riff tears throughout the arena, signalling the arrival of the one and only Teo del Sol! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.

With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, a white and gold jacket with a Luchador's mask emblazoned across the back. He walks forward, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause.

He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, high fiving the fans along the way. He wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, offering his opponent an extended handshake before shrugging and walking to the turnbuckle.

He holds his arms over his head and yells out a cry, which the fans all join in on, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its crescendo. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.

The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the VeryBigTron flashes the word "EVEREST" in electric blue before being replaced by a gold-tinted montage of Stephen Singh brutalizing past opponents. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and "Superstar" Stephen Singh steps out with the WCF World Title strapped around his waist to an overwhelming chorus of boos.

Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....

Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to his hissing "faithful Stephenites."

Kyle Steel: And YOUR WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!

As it's announced, Singh looks down and strokes his title with pride and the boos rain down louder, the crowd now reminded that THIS is their champion. He smiles, heading down to the ring and jawing with the hateful, ignorant crowd. Singh climbs the stairs to the apron, wipes his feet, steps through the ropes and then bounces up, arms extended to his sides with his palms up soaking in the alternating adulation and animosity. He carefully unhooks the World Title from around his waist, folds its straps under the faceplate and kisses it before handing it to the referee with a look of stern warning.

Zach Davis: Steven Singh does have Very Big Security, but you have to wonder if he has the FULL support of Everest on his side.

The bell sounds. Both men look from side to step.

Crowd: LET'S GO TE-O!

Crowd: STE-VEN SINGH!

Crowd: LET'S GO TE-O!

Crowd: STE-VEN SINGH!

The two meet and go to tie up, but Steven Singh fakes away from it. The crowd boos and Singh points at his head, laughing at Teo - before Teo hits him with a barrage of punches!

Freddy Whoa: Laugh at THAT!, scumbag.

Steven Singh is sent reeling into the ropes. Teo presses into him and sends him across the ring, as he comes back Teo executes a Back Bodydrop. Singh is able to grab onto the ropes and land on the apron. Singh chops Teo in the throat as Teo runs at him, then climbs back into the ring. Singh forearms Teo in the head and then hits a Snap Suplex into the ropes, slingshotting Teo back into the middle of the ring, before going for a pin.

One..

Two..

Teo kicks out.

Singh immediately transitions a Chinlock.

Zach Davis: Steven Singh looking to control the match. Let's be honest - chinlocks are boring. But Steven Singh doesn't care.

Teo del Sol, of course, immediately begins to work his way up. The second Teo is to a vertical base, Singh drops him with a Sleeperhold Neckbreaker. Singh lifts Teo up again and hits ANOTHER Snap Suplex into the ropes, slingshots him again, and again floats over into a pin attempt.

One..

Two..

And another kickout.

This time Singh backs off and waits in a corner as Teo works his own way up. Singh approaches him once he's up and hits a series of Muy Thai leg and body kicks - until Teo catches one of the kicks, spins him around and hits an elbow to the face!

Freddy Whoa: Oof!

Teo runs to the ropes, Springboards, goes for the Crossbody - but Singh catches him and drops him with a Ribbreaker before keeping him hooked and executing a Fallaway Slam. He then scurries over and goes for a pin.

One..

Two..

Another kickout.

Zach Davis: Thus far, this match has been all Steven Singh.

Freddy Whoa: I don't suspect that to last for long. Teo del Sol fought through Jared Holmes to get here, Zach - a feat that, I remind you, Steven Singh didn't have to deal with.

Steven Singh lifts Teo to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Teo Springboards and again goes for a Crossbody. Again, Singh catches him - but this time, as he goes for the Fallaway Slam, Teo is able to grab his head and reverse it into a DDT!

Zach Davis: BOOM!, head spiked to the mat!

Teo finally in control waits for Steven to stumble up and hits him with a barrage of punches, chops, and kicks, ending with a back elbow before running to the ropes. He Springboards and then grabs Steven's head and hits a Tornado DDT. Instead of going for the pin then he lifts him up and pulls him in, grabs his head again, runs to the turnbuckle and executes a Tornado DDT a second time!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Into the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, kickout from Singh.

Zach Davis: Say what you want about Steven Singh - he's not a slouch, per se. He WANTS to be the best, and he DEFINITELY wants to be recognized as this best. No matter what, he went into this match knowing that he's gotta give it his all, and he's going to do that.

Teo lifts Singh up and runs to the ropes, Springboards, and goes for a Dropkick - but Steven sidesteps it. Teo is on his feet and goes for a Roundhouse Kick and Steven ducks it before hitting him with a Judo Hip Throw. Steven immediately transitions into a Cross Armbar.

Freddy Whoa: ARMBAR APPLIED!

Teo yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Steven Singh is a kind of sexy star, and the wrestling world knows how this ends...

Teo yells out in pain as Singh yanks on the hold, but luckily his placement wasn't perfect and Teo is able to reach the ropes. That said, Singh doesn't let go until the last minute. Teo stumbles to his feet and his arm is almost limp as Singh runs at him and is able to execute a rollup pin.

ONE..

TWO..

NO!, Teo escapes, and gets back to his feet - but his arm still seems to be off.

Freddy Whoa: Not sure how Teo escaped there, but that submission really has hurt his chances for the rest of his match. He's hurt.

Singh runs at him and goes to get him in the Armbar again, but Teo grabs him and places him onto the nearby turnbuckle. He Springboards quickly and hits a Dropkick, sending Singh toppling off the turnbuckle, backwards, to the floor!

Zach Davis: WHOA!

Freddy Whoa: ...DAVIS!

Teo then climbs to the top rope.

Teddy flies off with a Flying High Dive from the turnbuckle to the floor, right onto Singh!

Freddy Whoa: Let me say it.

Zach Davis: Fine.

Freddy Whoa: WWHHOOAA!

Teddy gets back to his feet and slaps his chest as the audience cheers before picking Singh up. He lifts Singh for a Slingshot Suplex, sending Singh onto the guardrail. He backs up, runs at the ring steps, jumps with them and hits a Guillotine Legdrop onto Steven Singh!

Zach Davis: TEO DEL SOL! Giving it his all!

Teo lifts Singh up and rolls him back into the ring, with his head hanging off the apron. Teo runs at Singh and executes a Running Snap Neckbreaker off the apron edge, jumps onto the turnbuckle as he does it and jumps off with a Guillotine Legdrop to the back of Steven's skull as Steven had turned over in pain. Teo slides back into the ring and pulls Singh away from the ropes to pin him.

One..

Two..

Thr-

Freddy Whoa: NO! Kickout by Singh.

Zach Davis: That was.. not a pleasant looking combination of moves. Jesus. Fucking painful, quite frankly.

Teo kicks at Singh a few times before lifting him up and clubbing him with a few forearms. He runs to the ropes and Springboards.

Freddy Whoa: SINGH CATCHES HIM WITH THE ARMBAR!

Teo flails like a madman, yelling out in pain!

Zach Davis: ARMBAR APPLIED! AGAIN!

Teo flip flops, flailing everywhere.

Freddy Whoa: SINGH HAS HIM! THIS IS IT!

No!, no, Teo is working his way towards the ropes, and gets the break.

Zach Davis: Singh is up, he grabs Teo - Dragonscrew Armbreaker!

BOOM!, right back into the Armbar.

Freddy Whoa: OH COME ON!

Teo yells out AGAIN.

Zach Davis: To be the devil's advocate, how can we decry this? He's using a perfectly legal wrestling hold. It just... it hurts to watch.

AGAIN, Teo is able to grab the ropes!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Break forced!

Singh lets it go at the last seconds, again. He rolls away as Teo gets up. Instead of rushing at Teo, Singh taunts him to bring it. Teo runs at Singh and Singh kicks him in the gut and quickly lifts him.

Freddy Whoa: SNITCHINOKU DRIVER!

Zach Davis: INTO THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, kickout.

Freddy Whoa: WAT.

Both men to their feet. They rush each other and in a show of fighting spirit, Teo del Sol is able to hit a Running Kitchen Sink Knee to Steven Singh. Before Singh is able to get to his feet, Teo rushes him and hits another Running Knee Strike to him!

Zach Davis: BLAZING KNEE!

Teo dives onto Singh to pin him.

One!

SINGH KICKS OUT!

Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT AT ONE!

Teo Del Sol transitions quickly.

Zach Davis: HABANERO HEADLOCK!

Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HEADLOCK APPLIED!

Zach Davis: TWISTING HIS HEAD LIKE A WATERMELON! THERE'S NOWHERE FOR STEVEN SINGH TO GO!

NO!, this is a different age, Steven Singh is able to work his way up, flips, hit the ropes and Springboard, executing a Reverse DDT before locking in a Coquina Clutch!

Freddy Whoa: WHAT A REVERSAL TO THE HABANERO HEADLOCK!

Zach Davis: SUBMISSION APPLIED!

Teo del Sol's arm is raised once.

Freddy Whoa: He.

It's raised twice.

Freddy Whoa: Is.

It's raised thrice.

Freddy Whoa: Out.

The crowd pops.

Zach Davis: NO!

Freddy Whoa: TEO DEL SOL LIVES!

TEO'S ARM IS RAISED! He's not dead, and is able to escape out of the Coquina Clutch and lock in an Ankle Lock!

Zach Davis: How in the hell-

Singh reaches the ropes IMMEDIATELY before Teo can cause any damage. Teo releases the hold when he's supposed to which allows Singh to run at him and hit a KINSHASA!

Freddy Whoa: PIN!

ONE!

Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

...

Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER KICKOUT AT ONE!

Both men are to their feet. They're both exhausted, neither can stand. In fact, Steven Singh falls into the ref.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. The ref.. bumps!

This brings the Very Big Security into the ring. They grab Teo by the throat and lift him up. Teo somehow flips and Dropkicks them both!

Freddy Whoa: Teo reverses it! Teo's alive!

Singh grapples him from behind and locks him into the 15 Minutes of Fame.

Zach Davis: SUBMISSION! SUBMISSION APPLIED!

Teo reaches the ropes....

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! WILLIAM WITH THE CHAIR SHOT TO TEO!

Wlliam and The Tank climb into the ring and measure Teo. Williiam swings the chair, which sends Teo reeling and allows Ainsley to run at him and hit a Big Boot. Right into a Thief in the Night by Steven Singh.

Zach Davis: NO! Teo pushes Singh off!

Singh is sent into the ropes and Teo runs, ducks a Linked Clothesline from Very Big Security, and hits a Blazing Knee onto the Champion!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Very Big Security run at Teo, but Teo drops down and pulls the top rope, sending both men flying over and to the outside. Teo begins climbing to the top.

Zach Davis: THIS IS IT!

Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE TO STEVEN SINGH!

Before Teo can go for the pin, three police officers rush the ring and slide in, handcuffing him.

Crowd: BOOOO!?!?!?

Zach Davis: What the hell is this!

Two of the officers get Teo out of the ring, who is unhappy but not fighting back. One of the officers explains the situation to Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: Fans, I regret to inform you that these officers are responding to a warrant for Teo del Sol's arrest, stemming from violation of a restraining order.. and assault.

The crowd boos heavily as Teo del Sol is escorted from the ringside area.

Freddy Whoa: This is BULLSHIT! This is pro wrestling! How the hell can he be arrested for assault?

Kyle Steel: As such, this match has been declared a NO CONTEST!

More booing.

Kyle Steel: As such, STILL your WCF World Heavyweight Champion... STEVEN SINGH!

BOOOOOOOO!

Singh looks up, a sick grin across his face. He is handed his World Title belt and is joined by Very Big Security, who help him to his feet. He raises the belt high in the air to a chorus of jeers.

Zach Davis: Thievin' Steven does it again. If you can't beat 'em... get 'em arrested? I don't even know.

Freddy Whoa: Let's just end this show, it feels like it has lasted two days too long.

Revenge fades to black.

Table of Contents

Revenge Intro

Luke Force vs Big Sexy Bryan vs Grocery Boy vs Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll

Ethan King Segment

Trey Carter vs Johnny Alpha

Jim Brantelli vs Taylor Wright

Internet Title Match: Chris Car9dell vs David Sanchez

Tag Team Titles Match: Very Big Security vs Mushroom Mangino

Wolf vs Udy

Damian Simmons vs Matthew Drake

People's Title Match: Bishop vs Gravedigger

Hardcore Title Match: FPV vs Ethan King

Alpha Championship vs World Title Shot: John Rabid vs Sidney J. Warwick

Omega Title Match: Dawson Creek vs Kyle Kemp vs Mikey eXtreme vs Corey Black

Return Segment

World Title Match: Teo del Sol vs Steven Singh

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Omega Champion
Match:
Teo del Sol vs Steven Singh
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Steven Singh
Omega:
Vacant
Television:
John Rabid
Hardcore:
Ethan King
People's:
Gravedigger
Internet:
David Sanchez
Alpha:
Sidney J. Warwick
Tag Team:
Mushroom Mandingo