01/29/2017
Live from the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


Rise Up Intro

The lights in the arena slowly fade to black.

Zach Davis: Fans, welcome to Rise Up, but.... What is this?

Now in total blackness, all we can hear is the anxiousness from the crowd. Their impatience leads to stirring. Their stirring leads to a dull cheer – without any understanding yet of what they’re cheering.

A single blue spotlight appears on the stage. It immediately illuminates the silhouette of a man, who stands still with his head toward the ground. The dull cheer from the crowd gains volume.

The jumbotron springs to action with a grainy image. A letter appears on the screen. Then another. Then another. Then another. The letters are in no discernible order, but eventually eight letters appear on the screen in a scrambled fashion. They begin to move around as if to sort themselves out. As they stop, they form a legible name and it becomes clear just who is standing on the stage.

Jonny Fly.

The arena explodes.

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAAA!

Zach Davis: Can it…can it be?

The lights burst on. “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to blast over the speakers. Girls around the world lose their panties. Fly raises his head…smirking, that trademark look seen so many times on WCF Television in the past. Fly cocks his head to the left, then to the right. He adjusts the sleeves of his exquisite gray suit and then flattens the front of his jacket. Led by a set of brown shoes most obviously made from the rarest and most expensive of leather, Fly puts one foot in front of the other and begins his trek down to ring side.

Zach Davis: This is just completely unexpected. We haven’t heard a peep from Fly since…well…

Freddy Whoa: We don’t talk about that, Zach.

Zach Davis: What do you think he’s doing here?

Freddy Whoa: My first guess is there’s someone in the crowd here with a shit ton of hot fries and Fly’s here to steal them.

Fly finishes his jaunt down the ramp and circles the ring. He walks to the backside of the ring and takes a microphone out of the hands of the announcer. Fly circles back to the front of the ring and uses the steel ring steps to elevate himself, step through the ropes, and into the ring. He centers himself and looks out at the crowd as his music dies off.

It’s a rare sight to see Jonny Fly drawing applause from a live audience. The mercurial and egotistical former wrestler isn’t typically held in high regard by wrestling fans.. Fly seems pleasantly amused by the reaction, but proceeds to put the microphone to his lips and begin.

Jonny Fly: It’s been a year to the week since I last appeared in this ring.

There’s a short pause. Fly again looks around the arena, taking in the sights and sounds. He reconvenes and begins to deliver his sermon.

Jonny Fly: I’m out here today for a specific purpose. I don’t care about what’s going in WCF. No, I’m not up to speed on who’s the new flavor of the month. I don’t care what stupid shit Seth Lerch is doing. I’ve heard that there’s a new version of MY stable, Pantheon, hanging around. That’s cute. I mean, I guess there must not be another name for a stable available. They’re all taken, right? Whatever.

Jonny Fly: My phone gives me Bleacher Report notifications when the WCF World Title has changed hands. I’ve enjoyed many laughs watching names as utterly fuckin’ insignificant as Logan, Oblivion, Jeff Purse, Stuart Slane pop up. Don’t get me wrong, I have limited respect for the Thomas Bates’ and Gemini Battle’s of the world, and we all know Joey Flash’s panties get soggy at the mere mention of my name. But those other guys? That’s a fuckin’ who’s who of Flyjobbers if there’s ever been one. But…

Fly holds a finger to the air.

Jonny Fly: There’s one name on that list that REALLY bothers me.

Fly brings his finger down and wraps it back around the microphone.

Jonny Fly: For some, this may be your first time seeing me live, in-person. You don’t know me. You don’t what I did or what I stood for. Why should you? I’m just a name in the archives uttered from time to time by this company’s elder statesman. I’m content with that. I enjoy my newfound anonymity and private life. But for the purpose of explaining my presence today, let it be known that not all that long ago there was no doubt why I was in this ring. I was here to rewrite the hierarchy in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I was here rewrite the record books. I was here to become the greatest wrestler to ever set foot in this company.

Jonny Fly: Some of you certainly remember, right? This was day one shit in the Era of Jonny Fly. My first television appearance in this company I stated to the entire roster that “I am here to tell you that the hierarchy has changed.” Then I went out, every week, and did just that. Most of you don’t understand THAT version of the WCF. You don’t understand the significance of those words, or that mission. You know what you see today. But in those times, this place was ruled by a select few. Guys were walking in the door and getting World Title shots because they were big names wheneverthefuck and had past history with the company. It was a god damn shitshow. When those guys weren’t around for Seth to fawn over, mediocre wrestlers were trading around the World Title like it was a diseased hooker.

Jonny Fly: I brought this company out of the dark ages. No longer did we need to rely on the Logan’s or Gravedigger’s of yesteryear. The company peaked. The quality and depth of the roster ballooned. The shows were better, the competition was better, and that period became known as the Era of Jonny Fly. When it was over, the WCF of my first days was a distant, dark memory. This is my legacy and why my name still endures. I shepherded in perhaps WCF’s greatest era. I changed the direction of this company forever.

….

Jonny Fly: …or so I thought. I’m a big fan of symbolism. Like, how symbolic it was that within three months of joining this company I annihilated it’s supposed ‘greatest wrestler ever’ to win my first World Title. I’m talking, of course, about Corey Black.

There’s a buzz from the crowd at the mention of Black’s name.

Jonny Fly: This was the moment when people realized I wasn’t going away. That my rise was real, and my reign imminent. A year and three World Titles later, Corey Black would accept my invitation to join Pantheon. He became my sidekick as I did the same very things I did to him to all of his old rivals, as well as any new challengers to my throne. I’ll never match Corey Black’s longevity. Who the fuck would want to? I could care less about racking up a bunch of meaningless titles to have such accolades over him. I was content to allow Corey Black a share of my spotlight. The wrestling world had already settled any argument on who was the better wrestler between the two of us. I had nothing to fear by aligning with him. So, yes, I allowed him to share in the spoils of my dominance and for a while he served his purpose well.

Jonny Fly: But over time, we all must make professional decisions. We continued to try and carry out the Pantheon mission – but it simply wasn’t the same. Factions of the group, including even me, would come and go. In its last true iteration, I was left with a group of wrestlers who simply couldn’t win. Corey Black would job match after match. I’d be left to do the heavy lifting, but my time for such nonsense was over. I achieved my purpose. I turned this place upside down. I forced this roster to compete at a higher level, and put the Corey Black’s of old in my shadow. I carried Black around like an accessory. But it was time for a change. So, we parted ways the only any wrestler knows how – violently.

Jonny Fly: As time would go on, Corey Black would continue to hold onto the Pantheon dream without me. He surrounded himself with a bunch of up and coming new guys in hopes of recreating past glory, which has been the theme of his last decade in this business. Eventually, there was only one thing for the two of us to do. The company was only big enough for one of us. Despite having beaten Corey Black all three times we’d faced in the ring, I challenged him to a match. Loser retires. This time last January…I retired.

Fly reaches up with his free hand and scratches his chin as a means to pause and consider his next words.

Jonny Fly: If you didn’t know that Corey Black managed, finally, to beat me in that match then you haven’t listed to any his promos over the last year. For that I say, good job. You shouldn’t. They all say the same fucking thing. Suffice to say, it’s his name – Corey Black – on that World Title list that bothers me the most. I can’t even imagine what the fuck happened to allow that…

Fly voice trails off. He brings the microphone down momentarily. He cuts a would-be tangent short, to refocus on his point.

Jonny Fly: Obviously, this little blip was short-lived. There’s never been a Corey Black title reign that’s had any sort of substance. But it highlighted a truth I’ve spent the last year grabbling. I’ve lost some matches. Not many, but they’ve happened. But none of those losses affected my initial mission and purpose in this company – to change its hierarchy, until I lost to CD last January. It ALMOST took away everything I spent so many years building.

Jonny Fly: To me, Corey Black is a generic, mediocre wrestler who is more notable for his time leaching off Torture and Jonny Fly than being some ‘pillar the WCF was built upon.’ When you have seven jobber ass motherfuckers on the roster, yeah, you’re going to luck your way into a couple titles. That’s how the Corey Black legacy was built. After that it’s just a matter of living off your name, which despite being some supposed super trained Japanese strike artist, is still Corey Black’s most proficient skill. He surrounds himself with the young, who have the energy and enthusiasm to carry his weight, and the talented, of whom’ s successes he can share in and take credit. Corey Black through all his years, knows well that if he can’t be the leader, he can at least position himself for a seat at the table.

Fly begins to shake his head in disgust.

Jonny Fly: But here’s the thing that I came to realize, Corey Black is simply not good enough to truly take anything from me. I’m retired, but I’m still this superior twice over in this ring. My skill, my dominance, it's timeless. =I’ve heard that Corey Black has begun some retirement tour. A self-promotional parade for a motherfucker who’s been a part-time midcarder for the last fuckin’ decade. This is some Donald Trump level narcissistic shit. I ended this type of self-serving crap from people like Corey Black a long time ago. I couldn’t sit at home. It’s not in my blood. I’m here…and I’m here for a fight.

The last word infuses energy into the crowd. They begin to cheer. Fly begins to talk louder and faster.

Jonny Fly: That’s right. If Corey Black is about to retire and go to Denmark like he’s some sort of fuckin’ hero, then let me help send him there. It’s nice and relaxing on the other side. Let me show him the way to the door. Look, we all know CD’s too much of a pussy to fight in the War match. That means his calendar for that night is empty. Like I said, I like symbolism. Let’s add one last chapter to the Jonny Fly – Corey Black war, at War. That gives him EIGHT months to figure it out.

Jonny Fly: I’m sure right now the wheels in his head are already turning about some response referring to my inability to wrestle in WCF, as per the contract of our last match. But this has already been handled. It’s a non-factor. There’s no excuses to be made. I’ve given plenty of time for schedules to be made, or cleared. This is a public challenge. There’s no place to hide from it. No stipulations, no gimmicks, no added bullshit – just two men with a history as long as any other duo in the history of WCF – fighting one last time. CD, I’ll await your response. But don’t make me wait too long. I’ve never been known for my patience and understanding. I’ll get my answer...and my match...one way or the other.

With that, Fly tosses the microphone to the ground. He takes another gaze around the arena and flashes another smirk. And with that, he walks toward the ropes, through them, and back out to ring side. Fly makes the trip back up the ramp and disappears to the back.

Zach Davis: WHAT A WAY TO START OUR SHOW! JONNY FLY!?

Freddy Whoa: What else does tonight have in store for us?!

Jack Timbers vs Vic Vegas vs Menaki vs Lachlan Rhodes

DING DING DING!

Kyle Steel: The following contest...is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

The theme song from the littlest hobo starts. After a shot while, Jack Timbers wakes up somewhere in the middle of the crowd. The lights points towards him and he runs to the ring, while stealing some beers and food from the fans.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Prince Albert, British Colombia, Canada...JACK TIIIIIIIIIIMBERS!

"Not Gonna Die" by Skillet hits the airwaves. Menaki walks out about five seconds after the music starts, gesturing to the crowd, usually by pointing out, nodding in approval, before staring down at the ring, making a beeline for the ring, all business the second his gear is on. Not even bothering to use the steps, he steps up onto the apron itself and over the top rope, glancing at his opponent over his shoulder as he gestures to the crowd again, raising both hands before turning to face his opponent, waiting on the bell.

Kyle Steel: Next, from San Francisco, California...MEEEEEEEEEENAKI!

"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West hits as flash bulbs go off all over the arena. Vic "The House" Vegas struts out slowly, closely followed by The Pit Boss. Vic rubs his chin as he slyly smiles at the crowd. The Pit Boss rubs his hands together with a scowl, ready to pounce as needed. Vic jaws at a few fans that are taunting him on his way to the ring. As he approaches the ring apron, he waits for The Pit Boss to clear the ring of any opponents or referees so Vic can have center stage. Once The Pit Boss signals for the all clear, Vic rolls in and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms up in the air, eyes closed, soaking in the music and spotlight. The Pit Boss gives him a pat on the back and slowly exits. Vic walks over to his corner and spends an obnoxious amount of time removing his suit jacket, cufflinks, perfectly pressed shirt and pants. He folds them neatly and hands them over to the Pit Boss, before cracking his neck and softly bouncing in the corner to prepare for the match.

Kyle Steel: Next, from Las Vegas, Nevada, accompanied by the Pit Boss...VIIIIIIIIIIIIIC VEGAS!

“Kick It In The Sticks” By Brantley Gilbert can be heard throughout the arena. Lachlan Rhodes bursts through the curtain as the crowds loses its shit! He sideskips down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans in the front row.

Kyle Steel: And finally, from Gainnesville, Georgia...LAAAAAAAAACHLAN RHOOOOODES!!

As Steel says his name, he slides under the bottom rope and jumps to his feet, almost as quickly jumping onto the top rope and backflipping onto the mat. Then he stands in the corner, waiting for the match.

Zach Davis: Opening contest underway here at the inaugural Rise Up! Which one of these new signings will rise above the rest tonight?

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and all four men rush to the center of the ring and begin brawling!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA. What a way to start the show!

In the middle of all the ruckus, Vic Vegas hits a running clothesline onto Jack timbers, knocking his still sleepy self to the mat. Vic Vegas is quick with the follow up, a leg drop right onto Timbers' throat. He goes for the quick pin.

ONE!

Broken up by Menaki!

Vic glares at the young stud, and the young stud glares back. A tense exchange of words takes place, followed by a forearm shot to Menaki from Vic. BUT NO, Menaki sees it coming and dodges just in time before getting a running start and hitting the big boot. The move hits, sending Vic to the ground. Menaki picks the fallen Vic back up before grabbing him for a scoop slam, but Vic wriggles his way free and gets Menaki in a full nelson, the ref rushes in to ask is Menaki wants to give up.

Zach Davis: Action is happening at an almost breakneck pace right now, but Vic has managed to slow things down with that submission.

Freddy Whoa: Hold on a minute, here comes Rhodes!

Indeed, the young country boy charges towards the other two men with a clothesline, connecting with the incapacitated Menaki as well as sending Vic to the ground again. Vic tosses the lifeless body of Menaki off of him, and as Menaki rolls off to recover, Vic readies an attack on Rhodes, hitting him with a dropkick to the chest. Rhodes refuses to go down, though. While Rhodes begins to run the ropes for another attack, Vic goes to the ref and begins complaining about...something. This momentary distraction is all The Pit Boss needs to grab Lachlan's feet on the apron, tripping him up and felling him.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As the crowd rains hate down on him, Vic Vegas goes to work on the arm of Rhodes...but SUDDENLY MENAKI IS RUSHING AT HIM AT TOP SPEED!

Zach Davis: SPEAR! SPEAR! HER GOT HIM!

Menaki gets up off of Vic to play to the crowd, only to be stopped by a now fully awake Jack Timbers!

Freddy Whoa: HOBO FIGHT! HOBO FIGHT! And I don't even have to go out onto the streets to see this one!

Timbers tries to lift Menaki up but he's too heavy, Menaki shoves Timbers away. Timbers bounces off the ropes and comes at him with a Thesz Press!

Zach Davis: HOBO FIGHT!

Menaki works his way to his feet and Timbers runs at him and hits another one!

Freddy Whoa: SECOND HOBO FIGHT! INTO THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Jack Timbers wins his debut match!

The fans boo as the former lumberjack and current wrestling hobo gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.

Jaymz Segment

The Kraken by Hanz Zimmer hits the PA as the arena lights dim. A dark silhouette of a huge figure appears at the top of the ramp. As the music picks up, the lights come on and dark blue sparks shoot from both sides of the ramp and we see the man knows as Jaymz casually make his way to the ring showing no emotion. As he walks down the ramp more figures appear and follow him to the ring: Crazy J, Jason Cash, Erik Black and Vinnie Jones. The majority of the fans booed mixed with a few cheers as the group headed to the ring. The monster Jaymz stepped over the ropes one leg at a time as the rest of ZT followed. Several cups and pieces of trash shot toward the ring but the ZT members didn’t even seem to notice. Jaymz was wearing his black trench coat as his eyes scanned the crowd with a glare that suggested he wanted to kill everyone in the arena. He looked over at the announcer table with his scarred face and motioned for a microphone. One was tossed to him and he paced around the ring waiting for the crowd to settle down.

Zach Davis: …What’s this guy’s name again?

Freddy Whoa: Jaymz. He beat Erik Black for the ZT Championship last week.

Zach Davis: Oh yeah! That’s not a real WCF Title, you know that?

Freddy Whoa: Yeeaaahhh, Im aware of that.

The crowd had finally fallen silent for the most part and Jaymz spoke.

Jaymz: I’ve kept a close eye on the WCF since we decided to get Zero Tolerance back in the wrestling business after almost a decade away. …And, things are about to change around here. I stand here in the ring with my Zero Tolerance brothers and I want you all to take a good look at us… As you can see, and as you all already know, Salem Shepard is no longer with us. His bad decision making has landed him behind bars.

Freddy Whoa: I can’t say I was surprised that Salem is a murderer….

Zach Davis: He was a little odd….

Jaymz: The public perception is that Zero Tolerance is weaker without Salem around, but that just isn’t true. Crazy J, Jason Cash and Vinnie can still dominate the WCF without him, as they did with him. We could say it was a mistake to send a young rookie out here to do a man’s job, but he held his own in the ring and made quite an impact against the WCF vets. People have been asking questions and wondering what ZT is going to do without Salem. Crazy J, Cash and Vinnie will continue to dominate here as they’ve done for months now….But as I said already: Things are about to change around here. Things are about to get shaken up around here. ….Because I will be taking Salems spot. I will return to the ring and prove to the world that I don’t age like the rest of you. That I don’t deteriorate as I get older, and I only get stronger….

Zach Davis: Wow!!!!! I was pretty impressed with him last week in his match with Black! That guy is one tough cookie!

Jaymz: There will be no more rookies, there will be no more guys pulled up from the ZT wrestling school to stand in the WCF ring. No……Instead of Salem, I will be the one that you all have to deal with from this point. Im not here to tell you how dominate I was in the ring before I retired. Im not standing here to talk myself up or get you to believe in what Im saying. My actions speak for themselves, the results will do my talking…. and it’s time for the Monster to return from retirement. Tonight some of you will feel the power that I possess and it’s time for the WCF to see what a real monster is. Oblivion was never a monster and he was never anything to fear. He paraded through arenas across the country trying to intimidate people, wanting them to believe that he was something to fear….As he lost to inferior opponents time and time again. Any mortal being that has to try and intimidate people isn’t anyone to be afraid of. Any human that tells you how scary they are, …isn’t scary at all. Bates might have been a large human around here, but his emotions stopped him from being a true Monster. He may be a mountain of a man, he may intimidate his opponents with his size, …but he is no monster.

Zach Davis: He better watch his oversized mouth talking about TUB that way!!! That’s no way to talk about a WCF legend!!

Freddy Whoa: Let the big man finish!! ..I kinda like this guy!

Jaymz: Who are the big men the WCF? I look around here and I don’t see them. I don’t see a giant that can enforce his will upon his opponents. What about Odin? …The guy that only makes special appearance’s because he doesn’t have the stamina or the endurance to fight every single week. I’ve seen you Odin. I watched you in the ring. You may have been the big man in the WCF once upon a time, …but there will be a day when I lift you up in the Silence and you’ll look into my eyes, wishing that Seth had never signed me…Not only you, Odin, but the whole damn roster…

Zach Davis: WWWOOOAAAHH!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Im right here….What?

Zach Davis: oh, I didn’t mean your name. Im just in shock that he’s basically calling out Odin. Who does this guy think he is!?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know, but you don’t wanna go around talking about Odin like that. That’ll almost guarantee you a shorter career.

Jaymz tossed the mic back to the announcer table and the ZT members started to file out of the ring as more trash was thrown and boo’s echoed through the building overpowering the few cheers scattered in the arena.

No Time Limit
Jay West vs Captain Rump vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

The camera pans over the crowd at the 2300 Arena. Everyone is jacked! Signs are in the air, held by prepubescents and attractive women alike. Noticing the camera, one heavy woman lifts her shirt but the camera moves along before any damage is done to the retina. Zach Davis begins speaking.

Zach Davis: FANS, WE ARE JUST GETTING WARMED UP HERE AT WCF RISE UP!

Freddy Whoa: Was that a reference to Fuego?

Zach Davis: In general, but we do have quite a match coming up..A NO TIME LIMIT MATCH!

Freddy Whoa: I ANTICIPATE THIS MATCH TO GO ON FOR A LONG LONG TIME!

Zach Davis: So did the backstage staff, which is why the three men participating are in the ring right now!

Freddy Whoa: Need to save time for Pantheons entrances afterall!

Captain Rump, Jay West, and El Fuego take up 3 seperate corners with Kyle Steel ready to introduce the match.

Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST..WEIGHING 495 LBS..CAPTAIN RUMP!

Rump ignores the mild crowd pop, looking focused and ready.

Kyle Steel: NEXT..WEIGHING 205 LBS..JAY WEST!

Slight pop..West smirks at the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Finally, weighing SOMETHING...EL FUEGO DEL ETERNO SILENCIO!

No reaction, crowd popping for the daredevil.

*DING*

Zach Davis: We are Underway! GOOD GOD! Rump was being checked for weapons by the official and Silencio just blew fire in the face of West! HERE COMES THE RUMP! HUGE SHOULDER BLOCK KNOCKS FUEGO OVER THE TOP ROPE! WEST IS WRITIHG ON THE GROUND IN PAIN..IN PERFECT POSITION..RUMP CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLE...ASSSSSSS DROP! West has stopped writhing..

1

2

3!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Well.. there really was no time limit!

Falls Count Anywhere Match
Amber Lynn vs HB vs Dark Angel

Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentleman! Buckle your seatbelts at home, because this next match should be a bonafide barnburner!!

Freddy Whoa: I would have to agree with you, one hundred and ten percent!! Last week, these three ended up getting counted out. So, Seth Lerch found himself in a situation. Give the fans a rematch, with a kickass stipulation... FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!!

Zach Davis: That's right!! Amber Lynn... HB... Dark Angel... Falls Count Anywhere Match!!! NEEEEEEXT!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOAA!!!

The stage lights go out. "Trip the Darkness" Lacuna Coil plays. A lit fuse appears on the video screen leading down the enterway. As the fuse expires at the bottom of the video screen, the drums in song kick in and the stage ignites in pyro. HB flies out of the entryway doing a super hero landing. He pulls his goggles off his and up onto his head. He casually makes his way down to the ring...

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring... From Green Baaaaay Wiscooooonsiiiiiiiin... Weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds.... He wishes to be called SLAPNUTS!!!!!!!!!

Zach Davis: Looks like HB wants to be called something else for the night!

The crowd cheers, as HB high-fives and mingles with some of the fans. As HB reaches to the ring, he leaps into the fans.

Zach Davis: What's he doing?!

Freddy Whoa: I think that is what is called "crowd surfing".

HB leaps into the fan's warm embracing arms, over thgthge railing. Someone, from the crowd, pours two beers down his throat. The crowd sets HB back over the rail. HB climbs the turnbuckle and does a flip into the ring. He runs to and up the opposing turnbuckle. Grabbing his goggles and aviator cap, he tosses one off the left of the turnbuckle and one of the right of it into the crowd. The music quits when he jumps from the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: I think Mr. HB is ready for this match.

Freddy Whoa: I get that vibe, from HB, as well, Zach.

'Judas' by Perfect Circle plays ASA the bug screen lights upwith footage of Dark Angel standing on a building next to a stone gargoyle looking at thee people below spite before switching over to showing him in the ring coming off the second turnbuckle curb stomping a chair on an opponent's head and keep's going with footage of him viciously beating opponents. The lights in the arena go out before a strobe light starts to flash and dark purple smoke rises from the entryway...

Zach Davis: Oh, here comes trouble!!

Dark Angel comes out lowering his head while slowly raising his arms to shoulder length to his sides giving the impression of hium having wings before stepping out of the smoke and heads down the ramp, scowling at the fans as he proceeds down the aisle...

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Parts Unknown... Weighing in at 240 pounds.... This is The Dark Angel!!!

Dark Angel rolls under the bottom ring rope. He climbs the turnbuckle with knew four on the middle turnbuckle whike resting the other on the top rope, looks at the crowd with disdain before removing his trenchcoat and throwing it towards first row intentionally just barely hitting the guard railing instead. Dark Angel jumps down ready for the match.

Zach Davis: Well, that's two out of three.

Freddy Whoa: All we need is Amber Lynn and we got's ourselves a Falls Count Anywhere Match!!

Sick like me by in this Moment begun to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash. Amber Lynn begins to walk out. Amber stops at the edge of the entrance stage and pyrotechnics explode at both corners as Amber throws her arms up. "Babygirl" continues her way down to the ring...

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Tampa Bay, Florida... Weighing in at 325 pounds... HB has requested she be announced as FLOPPY TITS AND FLOPPY TITS JR!

Amber Lynn is pissed and run towards the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Let's get the madness started...

[DING-DING!!]

HB and Dark Angel looks and one another and proceeds too charge at each other, but...

Amber Lynn: Arggggghhh!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: GET THE HELL OUTTA THE WAY!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOAAA!!

That clothesline from the massive Amber knocked Dark Angel on his back and knocked HBout of the ring.

Zach Davis: That impact of that double clothesline cause's HB to tumble out of the ring and to collide withe ringside barrier.

Amber Lynn exits the ring and approaches HB.

Freddy Whoa: Grabbing the ringside barrier with her hands, she pushes her massive right boot against the back of the head of HB!!

Zach Davis: And his head is pushed against the hard cold steel of the security railing.

Freddy Whoa: Dark Angel is leaving the ring!!!

The Dark Angel grabs a chair...

WHAM!!-WHAM!!-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Dark Angel, out if nowhere with a chair!! Babygirl down!!

Dark Angel grabs Amber Lynn...

WHOOOSH-WHAM

Freddy Whoa: Whoa-what!? Dark Angel drops Babygirl with a spinning neckbreaker!!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!! HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!

Zach Davis: HB IS A DAMN ACROBAT!! HB practically tiptoed on the security railing, before flying, nailing Dark Angel with a spear!!!

Freddy Whoa: NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!!

Amber Lynn staggers over grabs HB and...

WHOOSH-WHAM/CLANG

Zach Davis: Amber Lynn just threw HB into the ring steps!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Amber Lynn: ARRGH!!

All three are now locates by the ring steps , right side towards the direction of the ring entrance.

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!!

Amber Lynn, Dark Angel and HB are throwing multiple fists!!

Zach Davis: These three arefighting and kicking up the ramp.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Roundhouse kick from Dark Angel!!

Zach Davis: THAT KICK JUST KNOCKED HB OFF THE ENTRANCE RAMP!!

Freddy Whoa: INCOMING!!!

WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMO!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Zach Davis: Amber Lynn just squished HB with a Butt Bounce!! She's going for a cover!!

Crowd: One!!

Crowd: Two!!

Crowd: Threeeee.... Nooooo!!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

The fans are in complete shock!!

Freddy Whoa: How in the Hell did HB kick out of THAT?!?!

Zach Davis: HOLY SHITBALLS!! WATCH OUT!!

Freddy Whoa: INCOMING!!

Dark Angel, with chair in hand, leaps off the side of the entrance ramp. Amber Lynn is starting to stand up... WHAM- BAM- BOOM-BANG-SPLAT!!!

Zach Davis: It looks a automobile accident down there!!!

Freddy Whoa: There goes the crowd again!!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME <clap-clap><clap-clap-clap>

Zach Davis: OH MY GAWD!! THEY'RE STANDING!! THEY'RE STAGGERING AROUND TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA, BUT THEY ARE STANDING... BARELY!!

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!!

Freddy Whoa: HB is smacking the Hell out of Amber Lynn and Dark Angel with two trash can lids!!

HB dropos the lids kuckjs Dark Angel in the mid-section...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Zach Davis: DDT!! PIN COVER!!

Crowd: One!!

Crowd: Two!!

Crowd: Threeeee!!!! Noooi!!!

KICKOUT!!

All three stagger to the concessary area, specifically the area where they sell the hamburgers and hotdogs.

Zach Davis: Oh no, this looks like trouble!!

HB jumps on the counter runs flies of hitting Ambver Lynn with the Slice bread #2.

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: HB goes down like a load of bricks because Dark Angel nailed him with plastic chair!!

Amber Lynn: ARRRRRRRGH!!!

Amber charges at both Dark Angel and HB pushing them towards them Hotdog King

Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!! WATCH OUT!! EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN!!

SPLAAAAASH!!

HB: AAAAAHHH!!!

Dark Angel: AAAAAAHHH!!!

Amber Lynn: AAAAHHHH!!!

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Now, they're beating the holy Hell out of each other!!

Freddy Whoa: They could possibly have second degree burns on them from that hotdog chili that got spilled on them. But, they still fighting!! That's heart!!

The herd of bodies fight into the bathroom. HB nails Amber with an insiguiri. Amber shakes it off and grabs Dark Angel hurling him the air with a belly to belly suplex. Dark Angel gets to one knee and waits for Amber to turn...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Axe kick to the back oif her head!!

Freddy Whoa: Dark Angel grabs Amber Lynn and HB taking them to the restroom!!

Zach Davis: And straight into a bathroom stall!!! Nasty!!

Amber Lynn fights through smashes both HB and Dark Angel

Freddy Whoa: What's this?! Amber Lynn grabs HBand throws him into the bathroom stall.

Zach Davis: He looks terrified!! He's trying to chop and punch the extremely largew Ambver Lynn to no effect!!

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Head slammed on toilet!! Swirley time?!

Zach Davis: Oh my God!! NOOOOO!!!

HB's head is in toilet bowl as...

Freddy Whoa: Amber Lynn is taking a massive poo-poo on HB!!

WHAM!!

Dark Angel slammed his big boot in the face of Amber Lynn. Dark Angel grabs Amber Lynn who grabs Dark Angel... They tussle around crashing into the sink. Out of nowhere HB, covering in poo flies towards Dark Angel and Amber, who are leaning against the sink....

BANG!!! SPRAAAAAAAY!!!

Zach Davis: There is now water all over that bathroom!!

HB grabs Dark Angel, as they slip and sliusliude around HB crosschops Dark Angel then hits him with a jawbreakerthen a cutter!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! MONGOOSE BITE!!

Amber spins him around, picking putting him in her shoulders then dumping him on her raising right knee...

Zach Davis: SHUT YO' MOUTH!!

The water is spraying EVERYWHERE as Amber drops down and pins HB.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: And there you have it! Amber Lynn picks up the victory. What an insane match...

Zach Davis: I wonder what would happen if we instituted a "no hiring certifiably insane people" rule here.

Medics check on all of the competitors.

Bar Room Brawl
Tom Frost vs Rumpke

Zach Davis: Next up we’ve got a match that’s been building for almost a month now. It’s the Drunken Brawler Rumpke squaring off against old Tom Frost, two relative newcomers who are still trying to establish themselves in the WCF.

Freddy Whoa: These two have got a serious grudge, and there’s no question each one wants to settle the score here tonight.

Zach Davis: This is no ordinary match though. These two aren’t going to be meeting in the ring. Instead, we’re going to be taking you out to the Pub on Wolf, a local bar about 200 yards away, for what’s sure to be a competitive and brutal bar room brawl.

Freddy Whoa: We’ve had a great show thus far, and this raucous crowd is ready! All eyes are on the huge HD monitors set up in the ring!

Zach Davis: Right you are, Freddy. And it sounds like our competitors are ready too, so without further ado, let’s go the bar!

Last call for Alcohol by Hardcore Superstar hits over the pubs’s P.A. system. Moments later, Rumpke emerges from behind the curtain separating the bar from the kitchen, drinking a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and a second bottle in his other hand. He stands on one side of the bar and kills the one bottle in a matter of seconds.

Kyle Steel: And now, standing in the east corner...from Odon, Indiana...weighing in at 245 lbs...The Drunken Brawler, RRRRUUMPKEE!!!!

He looks around the bar momentarily and then opens the second bottle. Rumpke raises the bottle up briefly before he goes into a long chug. Before we know it the second bottle is gone and Rumpke is pacing back and forth in his corner of the bar, glaring and taking note of his surroundings as he awaits the beginning of his match.

Zach Davis: Rumpke’s looking as mean as ever tonight, Freddy. I would not want to be Tom Frost.

Freddy Whoa: He’s got something to prove, Zach, not only to Tom Frost, but to the WCF Faithful as a whole!

The lights in the bar dim as "Green Onions" hits over the P.A. A spotlight shines on the door to the men’s bathroom, and old Tom Frost swings it open. He dons a well-worn suit and a loose tie beneath an old trilby hat. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he wears a mean, no-nonsense look on his face. He turns toward Rumpke, takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He starts toward his corner of the bar, snapping his fingers and bobbing his head as he glares at his opponent.

Kyle Steel: Standing in the west corner...from Darling, Washington...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 231 lbs...TOOOM FRRRRRROOST!!!

He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it toward the pool tables. He removes his hat, coat, tie, and shirt and sets them down in the corner as the music begins to fade.

Zach Davis: Frost is undefeated so far in his young WCF career, and he’s looking to keep that streak alive tonight.

Freddy Whoa: He’s also looking to get some vengeance against Rumpke for the brutal attack the Drunken Brawler laid on him a few weeks ago on Slam.

Zach Davis: How he managed to get up after taking those vicious blows is beyond me. Only time will tell if he’ll be able to repeat that feat tonight. Both men are ready...the referee is ready…

DING - DING - DING

Zach Davis: And here we go!

Frost and Rumpke close on one another, fists clenched and murderous expressions on their faces. They meet in the middle of the bar, and Rumpke ducks a right hand before landing a hard shot to Frost’s gut. Frost keels over and Rumpke throws a left uppercut that connects with his chin.

Freddy Whoa: Oof, brutal shots by Rumpke.

Zach Davis: These are two of purest brawlers in the WCF, and Rumpke’s showing his ability early.

Rumpke throws a haymaker at Frost, who dodges it in time to grab Rumpke and throw him into the table nearby. Rumpke manages to keep his feet, but Frost charges and lays him out with a clothesline, dropping Rumpke to the floor. Frost leaps on top and begins throwing rights and lefts at Rumpke’s face.

Zach Davis: Shades of the beating Rumpke laid on Frost backstage two weeks ago. My god, how will Rumpke survive?

Freddy Whoa: Don’t count the Drunken Brawler out yet, Zach. His position is precarious, but something tells me he’s been here before.

Rumpke manages to dodge a hard blow from Frost, whose fist slams into the hard floor. He rolls of Rumpke clutching his hand, and Rumpke takes advantage by shooting to his feet and kicking Frost in the side of the face. Frost goes down, and Rumpke picks up the nearest bar stool, lifting it over his head and breaking it over Frost’s back. It splinters into a thousand pieces as Frost lets out a groan.

Freddy Whoa: JEEZUS! Rumpke might have broken Frost’s spine along with that stool!

Zach Davis: Rumpke using is surroundings to his advantage early. He’s got the upper hand on old Tom Frost.

Rumpke continues slamming what’s left of the stool across Frost’s back before finally discarding it. He lifts Frost up and hits him with another hard right to the gut, followed immediately by a left and another right to the face. Rumpke grabs him by the collar and reaches back his right hand…

Zach Davis: Frost is in trouble, and it looks like Rumpke’s about to -

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Frost shoots forward and slams his skull into Rumpke’s nose. Blood spurts out as Rumpke backpedals, and Frost follows him, landing blow after to blow to Rumpke’s ribs. He blindly covers his midsection, and Frost takes advantage. He locks Rumpke’s head under his arm and Suplexes him.

Zach Davis: OOF!

Rumpke slams through a table behind Frost, and Frost rises to his feet as Rumpke lies atop the pile of broken wood.

Zach Davis: My oh my, Frost somehow manages to avoid the knockout blow from Rumpke and delivers a devastating slam!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Frost is still shaking off the cobwebs. Rumpke was really laying into him.

Frost nurses a swollen eye, wiping away the blood before turning back to Rumpke, who slowly rises to his feet. When he’s found his vertical base, Frost slams his fist against Rumpke’s face. The Drunken Brawler remains on his feet, and Frost cracks him in the skull again. Still Rumpke remains standing, and he cracks a wry smile, his teeth covered in blood.

Zach Davis: Rumpke’s inSANE! How could he possibly be smiling at a time like this?

Freddy Whoa: He lives for the pain, Zach...he thrives on it!

Frost lands a shot to the gut, but Rumpke recovers and counters with a devastating left that nearly knocks Frost off his feet. Rumpke pursues him landing blow after blow until Frost leans up against the bar, nearly out on his feet. Rumpke throws a final right, and before Frost can topple over, Rumpke grabs him and throws him over the bar. Frost slams against the stack of bottles behind the bar and lands with a crash on the floor.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! The booze is flowing now!

Rumpke leaps over the bar and picks up a bottle of Tequila, and without a moment’s hesitation he brings it down on Frost’s skull. The glass pings against Frost’s head but doesn’t break, and Rumpke slams it down a second time. This time it shatters, and shards of glass stick into Frost’s face as blood pours from the deep, fresh wounds. Rumpke lays across him for the cover, and the ref slides down onto the booze-soaked floor.

ONE…

TWO…

Zach Davis: NO! Frost kicks out! How in the world did Frost kick out?

Freddy Whoa: Rumpke going against his instincts with the cover there. The man’s a knockout king. No doubt he’d rather KO Frost than pin him tonight.

Rumpke rises to his feet and grabs a bottle of Beefeater. He reaches back, but just as he brings it down Frost get his hand up and knocks it into Rumpke’s, throwing off the trajectory of the blow. The bottle flies out of his hand, and as Rumpke scrambles for it, Frost grabs his head and slams it face first into the glass-covered ground. Both men struggle to their feet, and Frost plants a knee into Rumpke’s face before locking his head between his legs. Frost grabs Rumpke by the waist...

Zach Davis: Oh no!

...and drives his skull into the ground with a Piledriver.

Zach Davis: My GOD! Rumpke’s neck may have just snapped in two!

Freddy Whoa: He sure as hell’s gonna have some glass lodged in his skull! And Frost is gonna have some lodged in his ass!

But it’s only stuck to his pants, and he brushes it off as covers Rumpke. The ref slides down for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

Zach Davis: Rumpke gets his shoulder up in time!

Frost stands and pulls a shard of glass out of his face and wipes the blood from his eyes. Rumpke pulls himself up using the bar overhead, and he finds his feet as Frost closes on him. Frost grabs Rumpke by the arm and spins, flinging him out of the bar area and sending him crashing into a pool table.

Zach Davis: Smart move by Frost, trying to get the fight out from behind the bar. All that spilt booze and broken glass is a hazard if I’ve ever seen one.

Freddy Whoa: But the damage has been done. Look at these two...they’re bleeding like stuck hogs!

Zach Davis: Frost closes in on Rumpke and -

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Frost backpedaling after having a pool cue broken across his face! Oh, that’s gotta hurt!

Rumpke charges Frost and lays him out with a vicious elbow. Frost’s head smacks against a table leg, and Rumpke stomps on his face a couple times before looking around the room.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh...Rumpke’s looking to put this one away.

Zach Davis: Those hammer fists of his would do the trick, but it looks like he wants to punish old Tom Frost a bit harder. I wonder what he...oh no, oh please god no...

Rumpke’s eyes finally settle on the table Frost lies beneath. He rolls him away so he can lift it up, and after a bit of a struggle, he raises it high overhead.

Zach Davis: He’s gonna kill him!

Rumpke slams the heavy table down on top of Frost.

Freddy Whoa: MURDERER!

Frost lies crushed beneath it as the ref starts to count.

ONE…

TWO…

Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, I - well I’m not sure what to say. We may well have some Tom Frost take his final breath on live pay per view tonight.

THREE…

FOUR....

Freddy Whoa: Somebody call the cops on this lunatic! He’s just killed a man in front of the entire world!

FIVE…

SIX…

Rumpke walks over to the bar and snatches up a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon. He pours it over his wounds and into his open mouth as the ref continues his count.

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

Zach Davis: Wait a minute...did you see that?

The table begins to stir, and Frost pushes it off him and rolls over.

Freddy Whoa: He’s alive! But can he beat the count?!

NINE…

TEN…

Zach Davis: No, no! Frost beats the count, just barely managing to find his feet as the ref calls out ten!

Rumpke turns in time to see Frost staggering on his feet, and his look of glee turns to rage as he charges Frost. He throws a mighty elbow, but Frost ducks it in time. Rumpke flies past him and when he turns around Frost throws a haymaker that knocks Rumpke back into the neon bar sign behind it. It crashes to the floor along with a mirror and a pool cue rack.

Zach Davis: Pandemonium here at Rise Up!

Freddy Whoa: I’ve never seen anything like this, Zach! It’s a head on collision of two freight trains traveling at full speed! I want it to end for the sake of these two brawlers, but I can’t stop watching!

Zach Davis: It’s either man’s game at this point, as Frost charges Rumpke!

Rumpke dishes out a mean hook to Frost’s blood-covered face, but Frost shakes it off and lays into Rumpke. Right, left, right, left...until finally a deep uppercut knocks Rumpke to the ground. Frost immediately throws himself on top for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Zach Davis: No! Rumpke’s still alive, just managing to get his shoulder up in time!

Frost drives his knee into Rumpke’s skull before lifting him back up. He throws him across the room, and Rumpke’s ribs slam into the bar. He turns just in time to see Frost charging, and a clothesline sends him over the top of the bar and spilling onto the glass, booze, and blood covered floor once more.

Zach Davis: They’re back in the danger zone!

Freddy Whoa: Right into it, Zach!

Frost leaps on top of the bar then leaps again.

Zach Davis: Frost flies through the air and -

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: A huge flying elbow from Frost connects dead center on Rumpke’s face!

Freddy Whoa: Pin him! End this already!

But Frost doesn’t cover him. Instead he picks him up and catches his head between his arms. Frost lifts Rumpke into the air and falls backward, planting his skull into the shattered glass with a devastating lifting DDT.

Zach Davis: FROST BITE!

Freddy Whoa: PIN HIM GODDAMNIT!

But once more, Frost lifts Rumpke up, who’s out on his feet. He climbs on top of the bar and drags Rumpke with him before catching his head between his arms. Frost flops Rumpke’s arm over his shoulder and heaves him high into the air, and Rumpke’s feet scrape the ceiling as Frost holds him there.

Zach Davis: Frost letting Rumpke’s head collect all the blood from his body...what’s left of it anyway! But don’t tell me he’s going to -

Frost leaps, spins Rumpke around, and drops him between his legs for a sitout piledriver.

Zach Davis: TOM BOMB! MY GOD!

Both men crash through the bar itself, Rumpke landing on the top of his skull and Frost landing on his ass. Rumpke’s out, and Frost lays across him amidst the destruction as the ref slides down.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

DING - DING - DING

Zach Davis: FROST WINS! My oh my, what a brutal match!

Freddy Whoa: These two are near death, they’re lucky to be alive!

Zach Davis: Rumpke falls just short of victory, and Frost reaps vengeance for the backstage attack that Rumpke laid on him!

Frost stands and stumbles away, and he lights up a cigarette as Rumpke stirs. He slowly finds his feet, and he turns and glares at Frost. They lock eyes, and simultaneously they close the gap on one another.

Zach Davis: Oh no, come on...somebody step between them! This can’t go on!

But when they meet, Frost bends down and picks up a full bottle of Wild Turkey. He spins the cap and takes a few gulps, then hands reaches it out toward his opponent. Rumpke eyes the bottle, then snatches it out of Frost’s hand and takes a long swig himself.

Zach Davis: A show of respect between two of the meanest brawlers ever to grace the WCF. And after that brutal battle, who could’ve thought it’d end it like this?

They share a nod, and Frost takes a drag from his blood-spattered cigarette as he turns toward the exit. Rumpke watches him go, and as he downs another swig, we head to commercial.

Wade Moor Segment

The cameras cut backstage where Broseidon himself, Wade “Godnilla” Moor is seen walking down the hallway. He’s got a big grin on his face, likely thinking about facing off with WCF Legend Gravedigger tonight. A door in the hallway slams open right behind Wade Moor. Startled, he turns around into a meaty forearm as two men lunge from the doorway. Their biker gear, logos, and tattoos give them away to be MS-13 members. Wade starts fighting off the two men, holding his own.

Two more men come from down the hall behind the camera and join in, eventually overwhelming Wade with the numbers game. One of the men hurls Wade into the steel door that is still open and Wade hits the ground. The four men begin stomping away at Wade. They stop as someone walks out from the hallway. Gravedigger appears with a smirk on his face.

Gravedigger walks over and bends down next to Wade, a grin on his face. He whispers something to Wade that the microphones just barely pick up.

Gravedigger: Unleash the Leviathan.

Gravedigger chuckles as he stands up and walks off screen with the MS-13 members in tow.

Vinnie Jones vs Ethan King

Ich Will can be heard as it echoes through the arena, the spotlight will shine on the entrance way as the arena goes black. The fans stand up as they anticipate the arrival of Vinnie Jones and not knowing what split personality it will be. He comes walking to the arena as he looks around at the crowd and smiles. He raises his arms in the air and waits for the pyro to happen before starting to punch in the air before walking to the ring. The fans cheer this version as he gets to the ring and jumps up and down before jumping on the ring apron and gets in the ring. There he takes off his sweater and prepares for his match/stares into the eyes of his opponent.

The start to “Become A Legend” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, extracting a mixed reaction from the crowd, split between the short-lived memories of Ethan King’s former persona, and the darker one the now rules over him. 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 quick montage of Ethan King’s in-ring exploits take place, showing him hitting flashy combinations of Moonsaults, Diving Neckbreakers, Pele Kicks and Sling Blades.

The image turns to grey as footage of King hoisting the United States Championship in a pose of victory, a cocky grin spread over his face, the image transitions to one of Ethan King, alone in darkness.

Devilish grin.

Wild eyes.

ETHAN KING

A flash of golden pyro goes off as “The Revealed’ 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. The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, 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.

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 centre of the ring.

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 bell to ring.

Zach Davis: Vinnie Jones is the newest member of ZT but with Shep's going to jail who knows what is going on with them?

The bell sounds and the two men approach each other and tie up. Vinnie shifts behind King and goes to elbow him in the back of the head but he's too slow, King shifts behind him now. King executes a Belly to Back Takedown before putting him into a Rear Naked Choke.

Freddy Whoa: Ethan King in control now!, submission applied!

Zach Davis: V innie Jones quickly grabs for the ropes! Luckily this was early in the match and he had all his strength.

King lifts Jones up and throws him to the ropes, only to lift him up into a Fireman's Carry. Jones is able to shift his weight and land behind King. Jones shoves him into the ropes and King rebounds towards him, Jones lifts him up and hits a Spinebuster.

Freddy Whoa: Vinnie Jones now in control, back and forth so far.

Jones lifts him up and lifts for a Brainbuster, but King is the one to shift his weight now, landing behind Jones. He grapples Jones but Jones elbows his way out of it. King runs at him but Jones catches him in a Bearhug.

Zach Davis: Another submission applied!, and Vinnie is squeezing the life out of Ethan.

The fans begin chanting.

Crowd: LET'S GO VINNIE!

Crowd: ETHAN KING!

Crowd LET'S GO VINNIE!

Crowd: ETHAN KING!

Ethan King is able to get his arms up and clap them on the head of Vinnie Jones to escape the bearhug. Jones is stunned and King hits him with a Spinning Heel Kick to the gut, followed by a Pele Kick!

Freddy Whoa: PELE!

King drops down and pins Jones.

One!

Two!

No!, kickout from Vinnie.

Zach Davis: First nearfall of the match!, but Vinnie escaped it.

King positions himself on the turnbuckle....

Freddy Whoa: PANACEA!

No!, Jones rolls away from the Blockbuster. The two men face each other and Jones kicks King in the gut and drops him with an Empaler DDT!

Zach Davis: PIN TO KING!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, King gets the shoulder up!

Freddy Whoa: Great comeback by Jones, and it is anyone's match now!

Both men lay on the mat for several moments before beginning to stir. Jones gets himself positioned behind King.

Zach Davis: KOKINA CLUTCH APPLIED!

No!, King backs up and squashes Vinnie into the turnbuckle, escaping it. The two men turn to face another, Vinnie stunned - King kicks him in the gut.

Freddy Whoa: FLATLINE!

King drops on top of Jones, hooking his leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: ETHAN KING WINS IT!

The bell sounds! Jones rolls out of the ring and King gets his arm raised.

Freddy Whoa: Big victory for Ethan King! Competitive match but King walks out with the win!

Zach Davis: Wow!! You know this is the type of match you typically see farther up the card…

Freddy Whoa: It just speaks volumes about the talent that the WCF has right now!! That was a fantastic, well fought match by both competitors!!

Ethan King slid out of the ring and started to make his way to the ramp as fans cheered and reached out to him. He didn’t pay them any attention as he was worn down from his match. From behind, a large man stepped over the guardrail and stalked Ethan King from behind.

Zach Davis: What this!? Wait!! ….That’s Jaymz!!!

Freddy Whoa: What is he doing!?

Zach Davis: No, Ethan!!! Look out!!!

Jaymz approached Ethan from behind and placed a hand on Kings shoulder. He spun around, and as he did, he caught a knee in the midsection from the giant that doubled him over. Jaymz grabbed ahold of Ethans neck by his left hand and hoisted him into the sky and held him there.

Freddy Whoa: Look at the strength!!! Hes holding him up with one hand!! Ohhh, I don’t like this!!

After a few seconds of holding King in the air, Jaymz slammed him down on the arena floor and the crowd roared – and Ethan didn’t move.

Zach Davis: Oh man!! Oh man!!! That was a huge choke slam, but he calls it: The Silence.

Freddy Whoa: Hey, ….what is Vinnie doing!? Is that a knife!!

Zach Davis: They’re going to kill Ethan King! NOO!!! They’re all murderers – just like Salem!!!

Vinnie walked over from the ring with a knife in his hand, rage in his eyes and he kicked Ethan King in the ribs. Vinnie handed the knife to Jaymz who ran it across the side of his own face as blood began to spill he wiped two fingers in it. Jaymz bent down and wrote something on the forehead of Ethan King in blood. Vinnie smiled a sick look of satisfaction as Jaymz stood back up and the two men left Ethan King laying on the cold arena floor as they headed backstage. Ethan started to move and lifted his head, which said ZT in the dripping crimson blood.

Freddy Whoa: I can tell you this – Ethan King isn’t going to be happy about that….

Zach Davis: I don’t think this Jaymz guy understands the talent here. King isn’t anyone you want to mess with.

Alpha Title Match
Jaice Wilds vs Jason O'Neal

Zach Davis: Folks, up next we have Jaice Wilds going up against Jason O’Neal for the WCF Alpha title.

Freddy Whoa: Expect something special out of this match tonight. O’Neal is the athletic martial artist and Jaice is the chatotic, hardcore, throw it to the wind, kind of guy. O’Neal is going to have to fight Jaice if he wants to win. Jaice Wilds is the whitest craziest white boy I know and I think he’s going to get it done tonight.

Zach Davis: He might Freddy but lets throw it back to Kyle Steel in the ring.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Alpha Championship! Making his way to the ring first from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil he weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… the Xtreme Aerialist… Jaice Wilds!

"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!! There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic geberic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers! Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and peoplr are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump! Okay, now for other things!!

Freddy Whoa: Da Fuq is this entrance?

Zach Davis: It’s a whiteboy thing, Freddy; you wouldn’t understand.

Freddy Whoa: I DON’T understand.

Kyle Steel: And introducing the champion… He hails from the Ninth Ward district of New Orleans… He is THE REAL DEALL… JASON… OOOOO’NNNEAAAALLL!!!

#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.

Zach Davis: And Jaice Wilds takes it to Jason O’Neal with a suicide dive! By Gawd I think he necked himself.

Jaice takes out the champ with a suicide dive and hammers away with mounted punches but the martial arts expert rolls him over and gain control. Jaice quickly thumbs O’neal in the eye and punches him in the face so hard, he ain’t gonna be pretty no more. Jaice gets to his feet and connects with a swinging neck breaker before leaping up onto the steel steps and hitting a moonsault.

Zach Davis: We got action already and the match hasn’t even started.

Freddy Whoa: That’s what I mean. You white boys are crazy.

Jaice rolls O’Neal in the ring as the match officially gets under way.

DING DING

Jaice goes right into a pin attempt.

Zach Davis: Jaice trying to steal this match.

the pin.

1..

2…

NOOO!!!

O’Neal kicks out. Jaice leaps up onto the middle rope for a spring board elbow drop but O’neal gets the boot up as Jaice falls back into the corner. O’Neal puts Jaices leg on the middle rope and starts kicking it, trying to weaken it.

Zach Davis: O’Neal trying to take those legs away from Jaice.

Jaice with a headbut then another.. then another. O’Neal backs off as Jaice quickly recovers and leaps off the ropes with a cross body but he’s caught by O’Neal who throws him away with a barrel suplex. Jaice catches himself and runs for a bulldog but is thrown away again by O’Neal.

Freddy Whoa: Jaice is going a million miles an hour.

Jaice runs at O’neal but is taken out with a power slam. Jaice slides out underneath the ropes but is caught by O’neal who drags him back in by his ankle and maneuvers into an ankle lock. Jaice scrambles to the ropes but O’Neal drags him away and keeps him in the middle of the ring. The ref checks on Jaice who is screaming in pain but refuses to quit. Jaice rolls out of it, sending O’neal into the ropes..

Zach Davis: Pele Kick!

O’neal drops to a knee as Jaice hits a running low drop kick. O’neal is hung across the middle ropes as Jaices goes from a leg drop plancha but O’Neal moves out of the way and Jaice crashses and burns.

Freddy Whoa: Jaice is high energy all the time. And eventually it’ll cost you.

Zach Davis: Indeed. O’Neal has been world champion in his past career so he knows what it takes in matches like these. He knows how to handle Jaice.

Jaice crawls back into the ring as O’neal stands up and starts laying into him with kicks to the legs. Jaice gets backed into the corner once again as O’Neal continues with stiff kicks the gut.

Zach Davis: O’neal sets Jaice up on the top rope. Maybe looking for a super-plex… HE DOES!

O’Neal with the pin.

1..

2…

NOO!!

Jaice gets the shoulder up!

O’Neal picks up Jaice and connects with a falcon arrow.

the pin.

1..

2..

NOOO!!

Jaice kicks out again.

Freddy Whoa: O’Neal is going to have to put the hurt on Jaice.

O’Neal picks up Jaice and sends him into the ropes but Jaice leaps up on the rebound…

Zach Davis: Disaster Kick! Both men are down.

The ref counts.

Freddy Whoa: I think

1,2,3,4,5,6..

Jaice gets to his feet first and hits a hits a standing shooting star press.

the pin.

1..

2..

3..

NOOOO!!!!!

Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal kicks out! How! The heart of a champion, that’s how!

Jaice picks up O’Neal but O’Neal gets him in a front face lock. O’Neal tries for a suplex but its blocked. Its blocked a second time as Jaice tries to go for a back body drop!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! FLIP FALCON ARROW!

The pin!

1..

2..

NOOO!!

Jaice gets his foot on the ropes!

O’Neal gets up and throws Jaice back into the corner where he can work on him with more body shots and kicks.

Zach Davis: O’Neal with those machine gun strikes.

The strikes send Jaice over the top rope and to the apron. It becomes a back and forth battle but Jaice hits a haymaker that sends O’Neal staggering. Jaice springboards off the ropes with an elbow smash!

Zach Davis: The Sensation!

The pin!

1..

2..

3…

NOOOO!!!

Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds is still in this! Homeboy is LIT!

Crowd: Lets go Jaice! Lets go Jason!

O’Neal picks Jaice up and throws him into the ropes. Jaice leapfrogs and comes back with a Cresent kick right the nose!

Freddy Whoa: Extreme Dream! Homeboy bout to get dat papah!

the pin.

1..

2..

3…

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal will not let this go!!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Jaice climbs the turnbuckle and goes up for the Aerial Ace. Can he do it? Will he do it?

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Lagniappe ! The Cutter out of nowhere!

O’Neal with the pin.

1..

2…

3 !!!!

Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal!! Jason O’Neal does it! He retains at Rise up! What a performance!

Freddy Whoa: O’Neal has the presence of mind to counter that Aerial Ace with the Lagniappe and kill Jaices Alpha title dreams!

Jared Holmes/Johnny Rabid vs Dion Necurat/Psychopomp vs Bishop/Priest

“Aquaberry Dolphin” by Riff Raff (Mysterious Pantheon Remix) hits, as out walks Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes, they're dressed in #beachkrew tees, skinny black jeans and converse sneakers. The Ripper is drinking a hot cup of tea, whist theatrically swinging his favorite cricket bat around; meanwhile, Jared adjusts his shutter shades while texting nonchalantly on his idroid 8; completely ignoring the booing crowd as he does so. The duo reach the ring and slide inside as Rabid calls for a microphone as the music cuts, placing his still steaming tea gently down in the center of the squared circle.

Johnny Rabid: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, worms of the lower classes! Tonight was billed as a night to Rise Up! To stand against the tyrannical rule of your betters and tip the balance back into the favor of the meek and slender minded. Backstage, there were two tag teams that brought into this ridiculous vision. They dream of facing the most dominant force ever to grace the wrestling world and somehow conquer that force in the name of all you human filth!

Crowd: Fuck you, Rabid! Fuck you, Rabid! Fuck you, Rabid! Fuck you, Rabid!

Johnny Rabid: Well, thank you for proving my point! Now, If you'll care to turn your meager attention to the Jumbotron, you'll see that Bishop and Priest are unable to join us tonight after suffering an “industrial accident.”

We see Bishop and Priest lying bloodied and beaten in the center of their dressing room.

Johnny Rabid: Marvelous sight. Jared, anything to add?

Jared doesn't even bother to look up as the boos intensify.

Johnny Rabid: Ahem. So, that just leaves “The Brotherhood”. Psychopomp has also seemingly suffered an accident. He isn't medically cleared to wrestle tonight.....

Crowd: This is bullshit! This is bullshit! This is bullshit! This is bullshit!

Johnny Rabid: Due to the intervention of...a foreign object.

Rabid smirks as he looks over his shoulder at his cricket bat.

Johnny Rabid: So, due to the inability of others to attend, your winners...and STILL the greatest tag team of all time....#beachkre---

Zach Davis: Thankfully, someone has arrived to shut Rabid up!

“Domination” by Symphony X hits as out walks Dion Necurat; no Roman gladiators or sparkles. Just one focused Gladiator out to decimate his opponents as he sprints down to the ring. Dion is dressed for combat as he leaps over the top rope as--

Rabid throws the hot tea into the face of Dion, who crumples awkwardly onto the mat! Jared is still texting as Rabid and Dion exchange right hands. Irish whip by Dion as Rabid rebounds off the ropes and meets a kick to the gut, Dion lifts Rabid up and goes for the Godslayer!

Zach Davis: Godslayer! Godslayer! Dion is going for it!

Freddy Whoa: And Jared is STILL texting!

Dion has Rabid on his shoulder for the Spinning Death Valley Driver as Rabid powers out with a series of vicious elbows, landing gracefully on his feet! Rabid hits Dion in the gut and looks to hook in the arms for the Kingdom Destroyer!

Zach Davis: Rabid going for the Kingdom Destroyer! Looks like this moment of brief insurrection is short lived. It's all academic from--

The lights PLUMMET.

Nothing but darkness as camera phones flash all across the area, searching for signs of movement as--

Crows CAW.

The light RISE.

Zach Davis: Oh my fucking god.

A six foot eight Scarecrow stands next to Dion! Matted back hair hanging over Crow's intense stare; he's dressed in ripped jeans and a Poondock Tee. Chokeslam on Rabid! Chokeslam on Jared Holmes! 6ix God's idroid 8 flying off into the crowd as--

Ready or Not..

Here I come...

You Can't hide!

Bobby Cairo runs down to ringside, he slides in and begins to attack Scarecrow! Hard rights and lefts exchanged as the crowd goes FUCKING NUTS. Irish whip by Crow on Cairo as his snappy suited frame is sent thundering into the ropes, rebounding into a Brogue kick that rocks him out of his boots! Scarecrow lifts Bobby Cairo up and goes for a power bomb as--

"The Way of Vikings" by Amon Amarth hits the PA! Corey Black runs down the ramp, dressed in street clothes and carrying a folded chair! He squares up to Crow who lets Cairo go. Corey and Crow square up, the obvious size difference is intensified as they meet eye to eye. Dion walks forward as all three men stare off.

Corey pulls the trigger first, swinging the steel chair as--

The lights PLUMMET.

Crows CAW.

The lights RISE.

Scarecrow is GONE. Dion and Corey are locked now in a stare down. After a few moments Corey thinks better of it and backs away, chair still in hand, and accompanied by #beachkrew as Dion stands tall in the ring.

Zach Davis: Dion didn't win tonight. But he faced off against legends and survived. It looks to me as if The Brotherhood are in good hands.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

People's Title Match
Udy vs Stalker vs Adrian Archer vs Kevin Bishop

Zach Davis: The fatal fourway for the People’s championship is next!!!

Freddy Whoa: And as we all know it!! This one is for the people!!!

The bell rings as the first music can be heard hitting from the sound system as the shot turns towards Kyle Steel for the very first introduction.

Kyle Steel: Welcome back!! We are now into the fatal fourway for the People’s championship!! The first wrester currently coming down the aisle stands in at 6’5 and weighs in at 298 pounds!! Hailing from Salisbury, MD!! Stalker!!!

The Undertaker music continues playing as the Stalker walks out to the ring wearing his long black trench coat.

Kyle Steel: And his first opponent!! Standing in at 6’0 and weighing in at 190 pounds!! Hailing from the Wasteland!! “The Demon Wolf!!” Udy!!!.

Lights darken. Blue fire/pyro explode as Type-O negative's Wolf Moon plays. Blue smoke fills the arena when a spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. Fenris stands behind him arms out stretched..He howls by looking (Bane face mask is on as entrance attire) at the sky in cupped hands 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: Their opponent!!

The lights go out..the introductory synthetic sounds of Europe's "Final Countdown" are accompanied by flashing lasers and strobes. The epic synthesizer we all know so well kicks in as a spotlight illuminates Alan Wayne with a mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen, direct your eyes and ears to me for I am here to introduce a man among boys, the personification of perfection..Ladies and gentlemen...BEHOLD!"

Alan Wayne holds the mic out..the crowd yells THE BASTARD! just as the driving bass line of the song and house lights hit. When the words start, Adrian Archer cavilierly steps from the back in his Magnificent robe, arms outstretched, eyes closed. He opens them, smirks, and walks with an air of elegance to the ring..he steps onto the stairs, wipes his feet on the outside apron, and enters the ring..

"IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN"

Pyro shoot from all ring posts as Archer opens his arms wide to the cheering masses. Alan Wayne helps him with his robe as the music fades and the next poor sap to face him is introduced with less flair and substance.

Kyle Steel: Standing in at 5’10 and weighing in at 222 pounds!! Adrian Archer!!!

The lights in the arena go black and a hush falls upon the fans when the tron lights up pure white. “Unholy Confessions” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over head and white strobes beam down on a group of people in black hoods and Plague doctor masks, as the lights beam down on them, the move away to reveal The Plague Kevin Bishop holding out his arms taking in the roar of the crowd. He wears his black studded leather vest and his hair drips wet as he shakes his head to the music. Kevin applies his wrist tape as he makes his way down the ramp with the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his arms and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. He makes his way to the far corner and stares down his opponents.

Kyle Steel: And their opponent!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 245 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!! The People’s champion!! “The Plague” Kevin Bishop!!!

Zach Davis: This is going to be interesting, three hungry contenders for Bishop’s championship belt.

Freddy Whoa: A man that has been on a run as champion, I wonder if any of these guys can defeat him for that belt!

The bell rings as Bishop looks around the ring towards his three challengers when the biggest of the three challengers gets in the face of the champion, spreading his arms in a way of trying to intimidate the champion. Only causing Bishop to blast away at Stalker, who staggers backwards a few steps before Bishop runs to the ropes for a running clothesline. Only to be levelled by a big boot from the Stalker.

Zach Davis: That was nasty!!!

On the other side we see the two more agile wrestlers locking arms as Udy goes for an Irish Whip, only to be reversed by Adrian who sends Udy in the ropes and leapfrogs over him. then he drops to the canvas as Udy runs over him and then nails Udy with a dropkick that sends him to the outside. Adrian Archer follows him to the outside as he delivers a cross body block to the concrete floor as Udy hits his head hard on the concrete floor. In the meantime the camera’s turn back to the ring where Stalker delivers a big slam on the champion before bouncing off the ropes and goes for a leg drop across the chest area of Kevin Bishop, who rolls out of the way and Stalker hits nothing more than the canvas. Giving Bishop some time to get to his feet and delivers a running double kick to the chest of Stalker before grabbing his both legs and rolls through into a pinning position as the referee goes for the three count.

Ref: One!! Two!! Thr…

It’s broken up by Adrian Archer, who has jumped on the top rope and executes an Guillotine Legdrop from it as he comes across the chest of the champion and then rolls him up for a pinning combination on top of Stalker.

Ref: One!! Two!!

This time Bishop manages to kick out as Adrian grabs Bishop and lifts him up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckles where Bishop hits his shoulder into the steel ring post, he then turns his attention back to Stalker as he grabs him by the head and twists his head sideways in a standing head vice. Only to have him being surprised by Udy that runs in the ring and jumps up from behind and grabs Archer from behind before hitting a German Suplex that drives Archer hard on the canvas. Udy howls in excitement in the ring before getting dropped by a big time lariat from Stalker. Who then turns his attention towards Bishop as he grabs him by the hair and lifts him up. He then lifts Bishop up for a slam, but the champion manages to free from his grip and executes a reversed neck breaker. He then grabs his shoulder in pain as he overlooks the carnage inside the ring.

Freddy Whoa: I think It’s time for the champ to either pin someone or eliminate some bodies from the ring!!

Bishop gets to his feet shortly, he grabs Udy and whips him into the ropes as he follows him up with a big time high knee to the face of the Demon Wolf. Causing him to fall to the outside before Bishop measures Archer for a big time Lariat that Archer manages to duck as he runs to the other side of the ring and comes off the ropes with a flying forearm that Bishop manages to catch and executes an Exploder Suplex out of nowhere and covers Adrian for the count of three, only to have Adrian kick out at the count of two.

Zach Davis: That was close!!

Bishop gets to his feet, sees Stalker as he ducks a clothesline and kicks him in the midsection before whipping him over the top rope to the outside. There he turns his attention back to Adrian Archer, who he grabs by the hair and lifts him up to his feet. He then goes for a Slam, but Archer manages to surprise him by a schoolboy victory roll and forces the referee to administer the three count.

Ref: One!! Two!!

Bishop manages to kick out at the count of two, both men get to their feet as Bishop goes for a clothesline but misses. Archer kicks Bishop in the back of his knee before delivering a shotblock. He then grabs the leg and starts to kick it several time before locking Bishop in a single leg Boston Crab as the referee checks in on Bishop whether he wishes to submit to the painful hold.

Freddy Whoa: Nice counter from Archer!!

Bishop pushes his chest off the canvas as he starts to crawl over to the bottom rope that is merely inches away from hm. He manages to grab the rope, forcing the referee to break the hold that Archer had on him. He then slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair as he slides back in the ring.

Zach Davis: What is Archer planning??

He grabs the chair as he is measuring Bishop, Bishop slowly manages to pull himself up from the canvas using the ring ropes before slowly getting to his feet. Archer gets surprised by Udy just as he lifts the chair high above his head as Udy grabs the chair from behind and yanks it out of the hands of Archer. Who slowly turns around and gets the chair thrown back at him, causing him to catch it and is followed by a dropkick into the steel chair. Causing the chair to be blasted into his face as he staggers backwards and into the waiting arms of Bishop. Who catches him in a sleeper hold as Adrian quickly sinks to his knees before Udy has managed to grab the chair that fell to the canvas after the dropkick and blasts the chair across the craniums of both Udy and Bishop.

Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Udy goes for the cover on Archer, the referee goes for the three count but Archer manages to get his shoulder up at the count of 2 and three quarters of a second. Udy quickly covers the champion as the referee goes for another three count, but Bishop manages to get his wrist on the bottom rope at the final moment of the match. Udy is beside himself, he runs to the turnbuckles as he jumps on top of them and measures Archer for a a moonsault, but just as he turns around it is Stalker that has gotten back in the ring and grabs Udy by the legs before delivering a modified Powerbomb from the corner as Udy stood on the top turnbuckle. Flattening Udy as he bounces off the canvas a few times before covering him.

Ref: One!! Two!! Thr….

Zach Davis: NO!!!!

Bishop manages to save the championship by jumping into the pin as to break the three count from the referee. The two men start to punch each other one by one before Stalker gets the best of Bishop. Elbowing him towards the corner as he sets him up to be lifted over his shoulder and into the Tombstone Pildriver as he hoists him over his shoulder and into the pinning position. He then turns around, only to be met by Archer with a Springboard cross bodyblock as he forces Stalker to drop backwards with both Bishop’s upper body and Archer on top of him. Causing the referee to hit the canvas for the three count.

Ref: One!!

Freddy Whoa: Who si covering who??

Ref: Two!!!

Stalker pushes his shoulder up in time, causing the match to continue as now Bishop and Archer are the ones trading blows. Archer goes back to the painful leg of Bishop by kicking him in the chin, that stops the champion for a few moments as Archer goes for an Irish Whip, what sends Bishop over the top rope and onto the outside. Archer sees Udy down and Stalker slowly getting to his feet as he gets tossed out of the ring by a huge dropkick from Archer. He then measures Udy before running to the ropes and comes off the ropes with a springboard Jumping DDT

Freddy Whoa: The Drop!!!

He hits the move on Udy as his head bounces off the canvas hard. Archer looks around and screams to the fans.

Adrian Archer: BEHO…….

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!!!

Out of nowhere it is Bishop that jumps from the ring apron onto the top rope and into the back of Archer with his springboard Code Breaker

Freddy Whoa: The Black Death!!!!

Bishop pins Archer!

ONE!

TWO1

THREE!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: KEVIN BISHOP RETAINS!

Bishop gets to his feet and yanks his People's Title out of the ref's hands.

Freddy Whoa: It isn't a secret that the Brotherhood weren't really ecstatic about the match last week, or the match this week, but they've gotta be happy with the result: Kevin Bishop walks out still the Champion!

Kevin stands in the middle of the ring holding onto his People’s championship and the lights cut out.

Zach Davis: What is this, partner?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know but it can’t be good...

A red spot light points to the center of the ring where Kevin Bishop is standing and he’s looking around confused. Suddenly from the rafters a ton of blood pours down onto Kevin and the light go black once again.

Zach Davis: What the hell, is this some kind of blood bath?!

Freddy Whoa: First Karma Bishop and now Kevin Bishop...

The lights comes back on and Kevin is laying on the mat in a pool of blood with his People’s title laying on his chest. Two women wearing all black are standing over the now downed Kevin Bishop. The taller of the two is wearing skin tight leather pants, leather boots and a tight low cut tank top which reads camp blood. The other is holding a steel chair, wearing similar clothes to the other woman but she looks a lot scruffier than the other.

Zach Davis: That... That's Katherine Phoenix and Cheyenne... they just took out Kevin Bishop!!!

Cheyenne smugly leans against the ring ropes as Katherine reaches down and grabs Kevin around his throat, squeezing the life out of him with a sick grin on her face.

Katherine Phoenix: I WARNED YOU!!! I FUCKING WARNED YOU NOT TO FUCK WITH US, KEVIN!!! ALL OF THIS?!! EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED TO THE BROTHERHOOD... TO YOUR WIFE?!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Cheyenne scurries over to lift Kevin up to his feet and hold she him in place as Katherine yells in his face.

Katherine Phoenix: THIS WILL NEVER END UNTIL YOU'RE WELL AND TRULY FUCKED!!! WE WILL DESTROY YOUR LIFE... AND WE WILL LOVE EVERY SINGLE LITTLE SECOND OF IT!!!

Katherine smacks Kevin across the face before BOOTING him hard right into his crotch and planting him with a spike DDT. She smiles wickedly down at the fallen wrestler before exiting the ring with Cheyenne close behind her.

Zach Davis: I... I dont believe what we have just witnessed! W--wait someone's at the top of the ramp there... who is that?!

The camera pans to the man at the top of the ramp as Katherine Phoenix and Cheyenne slowly make their way towards him, still laughing about what they had just done to Kevin Bishop.

Freddy Whoa: That's Jason Slasher!!! The guy who covered Karma Bishop in blood at XIII... What the hell is this all about?

Jason Slasher holds the microphone up to his mouth as Kat and Chey stand on either side of him.

Jason Slasher: Kevin... Kevin... Kevin... Look at yourself... You’re a disgrace, pal... First, I do this SAME exact thing to your wife and then I take her... Again... Again... and Again... Oh and maybe one more time on Sunday...

The fans are booing their heads off out there as Jason Slasher takes it all in.

Jason Slasher: You see... This is only the beginning Plague... We’re going to make you suffer inside that ring and outside that ring, until your life is the living nightmare that you supposedly compartmentalize to survive from... This is going to be a no where to hide situation for you, whether you like it or not... We are your beginning and your end... We control your FATE in the palm of our hands! You were foolish to think you could outrun the darkness... You were foolish to believe you of all people could change your STARS... You are and always will be a simple street dweller looking for handouts... Your FATE is sealed and her WILL shall be done...

The lights go black again and just as quickly as they went out, they come back on and The Plague is still laying in the pool of blood in the ring as the stage is now emptied.

Zach Davis: Not sure what this means for The Plague and his Brotherhood... But this Jason Slasher guy looks to be gunning for him something fierce...

Freddy Whoa: And his HOT wife! I feel bad for Karma...

Zach Davis: Wow, you would...

Adam's Rules Match
Adam Young vs Jason Cash

Hillbilly Deluxe hits on the PA system. Jason Cash walks out of the curtain with a huge smirk across his face. He looks around to the crowd before taking a large drink of his beer. He then makes his way down to the ring. Once inside, he reaches into his boot and takes out his can of cherry skoal. He gets himself a dip and he is ready to fight

Kyle Steel: This is a special attraction match and it is Adam's Rules!

Fans are going nuts.

Freddy Whoa: This one has been building since Jason Cash popped up in WCF.

Zach Davis: Tonight Cash learns why he is One Sick Bastard.

Kyle Steel: In the ring from Braxton, MS, this is Jason Cash!

Fans start throwing trash into the ring at Cash.

"Simply Irrestiable" by Robert Palmer starts playing as a rather tall muscular woman in a refree shirt heads to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Welcome for the first time in a WCF ring the special refree for tonight Lillith Young.

Jason Cash starts cussing towards the announce table about how this is not fair.

Freddy Whoa: You opened your trap and now you got to pay the piper.

Zach Davis: Check please.

She calls for the officers from the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections to handcuff Jason Cash behind his back and secure the leg irons. Lillith checks them to make sure they are securely locked and not too loose. She motions as Jason Cash can barely move around in the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Two parts of the rules are in affect already.

The jumbo-tron shows the ZT crew being escorted by Philadelphia police into the station on the other side of town and locked into a holding cell hand cuffed to the cell its self.

Zach Davis: Part three done.

"Welcome to my nightmare" by Alice Cooper starts playing as the lights fade down to just one single white light at the entrance and smoke filtering threw it. Out steps Adam.

Crowd: You sick bastard!

Adam smiles as the music kicks in and several white lights start flying around the arena. A single spot light is right on every move of Adam as he heads towards the ring.

Crowd: You sick bastard!

Adam circles the ring twice and then climbs up on the apron where he wipes his feet before stepping inside the squared circle.

Kyle Steel: And from Abilene, TX he is "One Sick Bastard" Adam Young!

Crowd: You Sick Bastard! You Sick Bastard!

Adam gives the one bird salute.

Zach Davis: The 2300 Arena loves them some 1 Sick Bastard.

Freddy Whoa: Lillith has called for the bell and Adam has dropped out to the floor to pick his first weapon from the fans.

Adam is walking around and then stops.

Zach Davis: Adam pointing into the crowd for something.

The fans relay up a barb wire wrapped guitar. Adam holds it up high in the air and slides it into the ring. Adam starts walking around again as in the ring Jason Cash is trying to get out of the restraints but just falls flat on his face.

Freddy Whoa: That has to be one of the funniest moments in WCF history right there.

Adam now has a cast iron skillet as he is picking Cash up.

Zach Davis: Straight up Southern justice right here folks.

Adam cracks Cash right in the forhead busting him open right away. Adam holds the skillet up in the air before he throws it towards the ground. Cash is trying to get to his knees as Adam walks up with what looks like a pie tin.

Freddy Whoa: Wonder if that's pecan pie or pumpkin.

Zach Davis: I was hoping it was bean.

Adam picks Cash up by the chin and nails a short DDT right into the chocolate cream pie. Adam sits up and calls for a microphone.

Adam Young: What shall we do now Cash, huh? I have a wonderful idea.

"Relax" by Frankie Goes Hollywood starts playing as Adam is looking under the ring.

Freddy Whoa: What has Adam hidden under the ring?

Adam comes out with a pair of cordless clippers.

Zach Davis: Somebody is fixing to get a trim.

Adam is standing over Cash laughing as he just tosses the clippers down and motions for the ring attendents to bring him the items that where covered by the time keepers table.

Zach Davis: That is hot wax!

Adam kneels next to the still restrained Jason Cash and applies some hot wax to his beard. Adam applies the paper and then rips off half of Cash's left beard hair. Cash screams out in pain from the simple waxing.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Cash is the 40 year old virgin tonight.

Jason Cash is trying to crawl to the corner when Adam kicks him right in the ribs several times telling him to get up. Adam walks over to the other corner and takes off his boot.

Freddy Whoa: Is he really going to do this again?

Zach Davis: Time for Cash to head to the ninetenth hole.

Adam has put on a spiked golf shoe. He is standing waiting for Cash to raise his head.

Zach Davis: Now would be a good time to give your kids a bath.

Adam hits a super kick with the golf shoe hit in the left side of Jason Cash where he use to have a beard. Blood just starts pouring out of Cash's cheek. Adam pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the announce table.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like we got a keep sake from that sick bastard.

Cash is just laying in a pool of blood as Adam sits right on his back.

Adam Young: Have you learned your lesson yet Cash? I don't think you have.

Adam positions Cash in the ring as he prepares to squash him. Adam squares up in the corner with his back to Cash and hits the Best Moonsault Ever.

Zach Davis: Bastard Bomb on the what looks like dieing corpse of Jason Cash.

Freddy Whoa: Don't write a check your not able to pay for next time.

Adam sits next to Cash for a few seconds and then locks in a Koji Clutch. The refree Lillith standing in the corner filing her nails.

Freddy Whoa: Remember fans the match can not end until Adam pins Cash for the three count it is Adam's Rules.

Cash has now either passed out from the Koji Lock or the lose of blood. Adam lets the hold go and rolls to the outside where he partakes in a adult beverage with the fans.

Crowd: 1 Sick Bastard!

A fan has handed Adam a staple gun and a ten dollar bill.

Zach Davis: I don't like that look in his eyes.

Freddy Whoa: This is going to be good.

Adam back in the ring and he has Cash in a steel chair. Adam places the ten dollar bill on Cash's chest and staples it there. The shock of the staples entering his baody awake Cash as he once again screams out in pain. Adam is hoping around the ring laughing as Cash falls out of the chair. Adam looks at his hand and then wipes Cash's blood on his ass cheek.

Freddy Whoa: Never seen that before.

Adam Young: Are we done now Cash? No you don't think we are, okay then.

Adam hits a belly to back suplex and Cash lands right on his shackled wrists.

Zach Davis: He had to break both of his wrists right there.

Adam Young: Look at me Cash, look at me! I don't want to ever here my name come out of your lips ever again! Next time I will not be so kind.

Adam picks up Cash into position and hits Angel's Wings.

Freddy Whoa: Death Blow.

NO!, Cash flips and is able to land on his feet. Young runs at him and Cash catches him.

Zach Davis: REBEL YELL! REBEL YELL!

Young stumbles to his feet and Cash pulls him in once more.

Freddy Whoa: HILLBILLY DELUXE! IS IT ENOUGH!?

Cash collapses onto Adam Young and pins him.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: JASON CASH GETS HIS REVENGE! Jason Cash wins it!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance may be going through some changes but Jason Cash emerges from this match victorious.

Flag Match
Captain Pantheon vs Captain Bruddahhood

The crowd cheers when 'Vertigo' by U2 comes on the speakers. Joe comes rushing out and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring. The crowd goes wild! He gets up and jumps on the 2nd Rope. He soaks in the cheers with a Randy Orton style pose. The crowd once again cheers. He flips back onto the canvas. He is ready.

Captain Pantheon runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner. The bell rings!

Both men immediately charge to get the others’ flags, leaving their own flags undefended. They stop halfway across the ring and stare eachother down, then grab eachother by the tights and try to reach for their respective flags. Eventually they are pulling so hard they snap back and they collide back to back!

Captain Pantheon, being the more agile one, hops to his feet, but his legs are swept out by Smarts. Joe gets to his feet and kicks the Captain to boos from the crowd. Capt. Pantheon is taking a beating, but a wave of strength from the support of the crowd fills him with adrenaline!

He grabs Smarts’ foot and tips him over, then picks him up, bounces off the ropes and hits a discus punch! Captain Bruddahood is stunned on his feet, but he swings wildly and misses. Capt. Pantheon ducks, turns around, and hits an inverted atomic drop. Smarts grabs his man parts and groans as the Cap’n tries to head for his stable’s flag.

Zach Davis: He might have it already!

Smarts hops over and hits a lungblower on the masked Japanese luchador.

Freddy Whoa: Not just yet!

Captain Bruddahood grabs his opponent and nails a Northern Lights Suplex.

Zach Davis: I always liked that move. Very crisp!

He picks him back up and hits one more, thinking he might have a good opportunity to grab the Brotherhood’s banner. He makes it halfway across the ring, before getting distracted by a sign that says “2+2=4.”

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh. Joe Smarts is on record insisting 2+2=5. Let’s see if he can get past his ego and win the match!

Captain Pantheon gets up and chop blocks Smarts. He lands a body slam, then a hip toss! Smarts is wobbly as he gets back up, but his wild swing suckers the Pantheon mascot this time. He jumps feebly toward his opponent’s corner, but his leg is grabbed, forcing him to turn back and kick at his opponent.

Capt. Pantheon absorbs the blows, grabs the foot, and brings Captain Bruddahood down with him. They scuffle and trade blows until they almost fall out of the ring. Capt. Pantheon rolls Smarts onto the apron, then hits a leg drop! He falls onto the floor, giving Pantheon a chance to charge for his flag. But Smarts is defiant and scurries back into the ring!

Sensing danger, the Cap turns to face his enemy. He bounces off the ropes for a big boot, but Smarts dodges and lets him tumble over the top rope. Now it’s Joe’s turn to try to dash for the flag, but the Cap trips him from under the rope! He scrambles in the ring, and the two men are face to face again. Both men sprint to the ropes and bounce off, prepared to hit their finishing maneuver!

Zach Davis: BOOM!

Big Boot to Captain Bruddahhood! Captain Pantheon keeps the momentum going and sprints up the corner and grabs the Pantheon flag!

Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon wins it!

The bell sounds and Captain Pantheon hops down and celebrates.

Zach Davis: Does this bode well for the second half of Cap 'N Crook? We'll find out later tonight!

Internet Title Contendership Match
Kidd Krazzy vs Dag Riddik

Kyle Steel: This next match is for the number one contendership for the Internet championship! Introducing first…

The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Tore My Heart" by Oona begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp.

Freddy Whoa: Errrrrr, well this is definitely unexpected. She knows this isn't her match, right?

Zach Davis: Please don’t tell me she’s going to be joining us ring side… this girl gives me the creeps!

Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy. She stares at a few of the nearby fans, evil boiling within her, as she then steps around the ring and walks over towards the announce table.

Zach Davis: Oh god, please, no…

Katherine smiles sweetly as she looks over at Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa, before reaching over the table, grabbing Freddy by his collar and pulling him out of his seat. She tosses him to the side as she steps around the table and sits down next to Zach Davis.

Zach Davis: Come on, Kat, was that really necessary?!

Katherine Phoenix: OH SHUT UP!!! I’m out here for literally five seconds and you’re already crying! Just call the damn match, I’ll worry about good old Freddys wellbeing.

Katherine looks over at Freddy Whoa, who is now sitting on a nearby steel chair, looking quite uncomfortable.

Katherine Phoenix: See, he's fine. KYLE!!! Introduce this fucking jobbers will you! FUCK!!!

Back in the ring Kyle Steel once again turns his attention onto the top of the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first...

“Heil Odin” by Burzum blasts out of the PA system as the live crowd immediately start to boo as Dag Riddik marches out in viking gear.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… from Oslo, Norway… he is… DAGVALD RIDDIK!!!

Dag continues to make his way down to towards the entrance ramp blowing off and giving nearby fans cold looks as they continue to give him quite the heated reaction in return.

Katherine Phoenix: *Coughs*

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out as bright, colorful lights begin to flash all over the arena. Dags entrance theme is cut out as in its place the My Little Pony theme begins to play, Dag just looking extremely furious on the entrance ramp.

Katherine Phoenix: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Thats hilarious!!! I dont believe they actually did it!!!

Zach Davis: Wha--- Katherine, you told someone in the back to change his entrance theme didnt you?!

Katherine Phoenix: WHAT?! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Of course I didn’t… hahahahahaha look at his face!!! CLASSIC DAGGY!!!

Dag finally storms down to the ring and climbs into it, taking off his entrance gear and screaming at Katherine, who is still visibly laughing at the announce table. Finally the music is cut off, much to Dags relief.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

Pokemon theme plays.

I wanted to be the very best

Like no one ever was

To win the title was my real test

To cleanse the fed is my cause!

I will train across the land

Challenging far and wide

Each opponent to understand

The power that's inside

Titles!, gotta catch 'em all

Kidd comes out in a Edward Elric costume, his right arm in a cast that is painted to look like a metal arm. He high fives, hugs and greets the fans all while walking to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds… from The Edge of Reality… he is… KIDD KRAZZY!!!

As soon as Kidd reaches the apron he hopes up on it then pulls a pokeball out of his pocket and tosses it to the crowd. He then jumps into the ring, and yells “Gotta Win Them All” as Pokemon cards rain down from the ceiling.

Zach Davis: For those of you unaware, Kidd had his arm broken during a tag match against his opponent tonight and his former love interest Lilith.

Katherine Phoenix: Urghhhhh… are you really that fucking stupid, Zach?! It wasn't Lilith… IT WAS ME!!! Stop giving her all the credit! She didn't do a damn thing!

Zach Davis: Right but aren’t you…

Katherine Phoenix: SHUT UP!!!

As Kidd jumps into the ring, Dag jumps him and begins beating him down. Dag powerslams the smaller Kidd to the matt, then proceeds to stomp on him.

Katherine Phoenix: Damn! Pony Boy is PISSED OFF!!! I wonder what ever could have annoyed him so much? ...OH WAIT!!! Hahahahaha!!! You know I actually kind of feel sorry for Kidd Krazzy...

Zach Davis: Really?!

Katherine Phoenix: ….are you really this stupid?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK, ZACH?!!

Zach Davis: Ugh, I’m sorry I asked…

Dag is stomping on Kidds arm, and lands a jumping knee drop just above the cast. Kidd writhes in pain. Dag goes for a pin.

ONE...

TWO...

Katherine Phoenix: Oh no! Just a two! Nice try though, pony boy!

Zach Davis: Can you please just call this match, professionally?!

Katherine Phoenix: Uh, okay fine… for a tiny, weak, little virgin nerd… Kidd Krazzy has a lot of heart… that, or he's just completely retarded. Better?

Zach Davis: For a minute there I thought you were going to be serious…

Katherine Phoenix: I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you, Zach. Anyway, this Kidd doesn’t have a lot between his ears… or in his pants… from what I’ve heard! But he does have heart, I’ll give him that! Its disgusting!

Kidd gets up and hits Dag with an enziguri. Dag drops upon the kicks impact, and Kidd follows up with a standing moonsault that Dag rolls out of the way. Kidd rushes Dag but Dag nails Kidd’s right arm with a big boot sending the kid wriggling in agony on the mat.

Katherine Phoenix: I mean come on! What sort of idiot comes out here… with a broken arm?! I know the guy is desperate for a win but this is not the way to do it, you idiot! I know Pony Boy is a complete softie, but…

Zach Davis: Its smart strategy by Dag, going for that injured arm. Dag... oh! Armbreaker to Kidd Krazzy’s bad arm.

Katherine Phoenix: You ever cut me off like that again and I’ll kill you.

Dag stomps the injured arm again. The Neo Nordicist lifts Kidd up and slams him down hard with a armlock scoop slam. Then goes for a pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THR… Kidd gets a shoulder up.

Katherine Phoenix: WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS GUY?!!! Why kick out?!!

Zach Davis: Because Kidd Krazzy has two things you would know nothing about, Kat…

Katherine Phoenix: A nice hat and a decent pencil case?

Zach Davis: No. Heart, desire and fans… fans which he does not want to let down!

Katherine Phoenix: You mean he actually cares about these people?! Gross!!!

Dag furious mounts and unleashes punch after punch, before rolling off the now bloodied Kidd. Dag panders to the crowd as Kidd slowly rises.

Zach Davis: Oh! Dag was turning around and Kidd nails him with a Hydukan!

Katherine Phoenix: Thats why you don’t stop midmatch to think about which pony is your favorite, Zach. One of these days, he will learn.

Zach Davis: And now he is going to the top rope, Nat 20! That 450 splash!

Katherine Phoenix: Did you just call his move “Nat 20””?! What the hell is that supposed to mean…

Zach Davis: You know, I actually don’t know…

Katherine Phoenix: The Pokemon Virgin is going for the cover… is he going to beat the pony lover?!

Kidd Krazzy hooks the leg as the referee begins to count…

ONE…

TWO…

THR---

Katherine Phoenix: THROUGH THE POWER OF PINKIE PIE… DAG KICKED OUT!!!

Zach Davis: You know, I think I liked you more when you were Lilith…

Katherine Phoenix: WOULD YOU SHUT UP WITH THAT!!! I’M NOT ---- Oh god! These guys again?! Really?!!!

Hundreds of Pepe frog dressed men are swarm the ring as Kidd nails a few with super kicks and clotheslines but the numbers overwhelm him, beating down the young wrestler.

Katherine Phoenix: Leave it to Pony Boy to be obsessed with men dressed up as Japanese frogs…

Zach Davis: Now Bronies are jumping the barricade! Grown men in horse costumes are fighting grown men in frog meme costumes! What has the WCF came down to!

Katherine Phoenix: You know what?! I've had just about enough of this!

Katherine stands up from the announce table, grabbing a microphone as she does so and storms angrily around the ring, looking up into the ring where the costumed men have successfully beaten down both Dag Riddik and Kidd Krazzy.

Katherine Phoenix: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU GUYS ARE?!!! I did NOT give any of you permission to interrupt MY match, coming down to MY ring, during MY time! NO I DID FUCKING NOT!!! Now get the HELL outta there! I want a fucking ending to this match! I want to know just who I am going to be defending my title against… Pony Boy or The Anime Virgin! And you idiots are ruining everything!!! GET THE HELL OUT!!! NOW!!!

Eventually the costumed men do exactly as Katherine had just demanded and one by one they each exit the ring, making their way up the entrance ramp. Katherine throws the microphone down hard onto the mat below her and storms back over towards the announce table, sitting back down where she had just been moments ago.

Katherine Phoenix: I’m so sick of this cartoon bullshit.

Zach Davis: In a weird way, I’m actually kind of impressed…

Both Kidd Krazzy and Dag Riddik are laying unconscious in the middle of the ring as Katherine can visibly be seen rolling her eyes.

Katherine Phoenix: I guess if you want something doing… you have to do it yourself! Either that, or hire some asian kid to do it for you… but that probably wouldn't help in this situation.

Once again Katherine stands up from the table as quickly makes her way towards the ring, bouncing up onto the ring side and climbing through the ropes. She steps over towards the two downed wrestlers and stands dead in the middle of the two of them. Katherine looks over at the referee, and then back down at the guys by her feet.

Zach Davis: Errrrrr, what actually is she doing?

Katherine points down at Dag Riddik… the fans immediately boo, loudly.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Kat is trying to decide who to help to me?

Zach Davis: Welcome back, Freddy. And yeah… you might be right.

Katherine points down at Kidd Krazzy… the fans cheer so loudly the roof nearly blows off of the building. Katherine smiles to herself as she slowly steps over towards the downed Kidd Krazzy, she grabs him by his good arm and drags him over towards the still unmoving Dag Riddik.

Zach Davis: She just… she wants Dag to lose?!! After what she did last week?! I thought she was in love with him…

Katherine shakes her head no and instead of listening to the fans, flips Dag onto Kidd. She looks over at the referee who isn’t sure what to do…

Freddy Whoa: Never try and make sense of a womans actions, Zach. Especially not Katherine Phoenixs.

Zach Davis: Katherine is screaming at the referee to make the count…

Freddy Whoa: He’s doing as he’s being told…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING… DING… DING!!!

Kyle Steel: Ummm --- here is your winner… and the new number one contender for the Internet Title… DAG RIDDIK!!

The fans seem quite unhappy with the way the match has ended and are begin booing Katherine Phoenix quite loudly.

Zach Davis: I feel like this is just a cheap tactic for Katherine Phoenix. If she wins the belt, and faces Dag, she'll be able to say he only won contendership because of her. Super cheap, don't you think? Even if Dag ends up facing Teddy, I'm sure she'll give her two cents.

Freddy Whoa: With the way Dag talks shit too, I don't think he'll let her get away with it.

Katherine reaches down once again and pushes Kidd aside as she gets into Dags still unconscious face, screaming down at him. The fans begin to boo even louder as she slaps Dag HARD across his face.

Katherine Phoenix: ----YOU’LL BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!! I MADE YOU… AND I CAN BREAK YOU!!! REMEMBER THAT!!!

Katherine pushes her foot, hard, against Dags skull, before exiting the ring laughing to herself thinking about what she had just done.

Zach Davis: What did she say to him…

Freddy Whoa: I’m not entirely sure… all I know is, when Dag wakes up… I wouldnt like to be in her boots…

We go to commercial.

Television Title Match
Adam Burnett vs Sebastian Knight

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship. Introducing first, the challenger . . .

"You Can't Stop Me" by Andy Mineo hits on the speaker and Adam Burnett bounces out onto the stage. He bounces on his feet as the music gets him going. He waves his arms up and down, pumping up the crowd before taking off on a dead sprint towards the ring. He slaps hands with fans who have stuck their hands out on his way and slides into the ring. He runs up one of the turnbuckles and poses at the top with his arms extended. He's smiling the whole time and the fans can sense his intensity and passion.

Kyle Steel: From Reynolds, Nebraska, standing at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds . . . he is Adam BURNETT!

Zach Davis: After weeks of speculation over whether or not Adam Burnett will be getting a title shot at Rise Up, the rookie is getting his first chance at WCF gold as we speak.

Freddy Whoa: And against Sebastian Knight no less, who has been nothing but vocal about Adam in recent weeks. Its nice to see them finally getting a chance to finally lay into each other after was has felt like a series of verbal baiting of one another.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your WCF Television Champion . . .

"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtain with a noticeable lack of theatrics, though the WCF Television champion did add a certain flair to his entrance as it sat on his shoulder. His gait was focused as he moved down the entrance ramp, ignoring the calls and jeers the closest fans tossed at him, while the music increased intensity around him. Once at ringside, Knight uses the steel steps to climb onto the apron. He grabs onto the top rope and lifts his leg to step through, before hesitating a moment. He finally acknowledges the crowd, panning the sea of faces for a brief moment. The chorus kicks in, and Knight completes his entrance into the ring, moving to the corner with his focus turned inward once more. The music fades out a few moments later as Knight waits, stony-faced, for the match to begin.

Kyle Steel: From Manhattan, New York, standing at six foot one and one hundred and ninety five pounds . . . he is “The Mimic,” Sebastian KNIGHT!

Zach Davis: And I think this is going to be a hard hitting match between the two newcomers. Both men have very physical styles, and I’m sure they’re both hoping they’ll have an opportunity to finish the match with their respective submission techniques.

Freddy Whoa: No doubt, Zach. There’s a certain satisfaction of forcing your opponent to submit, especially when you have a quarrel with them. Its forcing them to give up in a way a pinfall just doesn’t achieve.

The referee takes the Television championship belt away from Knight and holds it high in the air before handing it off to a stage hand. Then, calling forth the two opponents, he runs down the rules quickly with them before, without further ado, he calls for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Sebastian immediately reaches out and slaps Adam Burnett across the face, much to the chagrin of the challenger. Burnett, who reared back from the strike, rose back to his full height and stepped forward to challenge Knight, who launches into his discus elbow.

Zach Davis: Poi!

But Burnett ducks beneath the elbow as Knight spins around, exposing his back to a counter attack. Adam, moving quickly, dives forward with the chopblock in mind, hoping to take Knight’s knees out from under him. The champ had this move well-scouted, and pivots to the outside, so that Burnett only dives through thin air to the mat. Knight turns to meet a standing Burnett, who quickly found his feet, and eats a Lou Thesz press that sends both men crashing to the mat with the challenger.

Freddy Whoa: A simple yet effective move leaves Adam Burnett with top control in the ground game.

Though it was apparently after the first of several mounted forearm blows that Burnett wasn’t looking for any ground submission. Knight could only guard his head from the blows with his arms, but a few choice blows broke through the champ could just reach out with a leg and stick it beneath the bottom rope. The referee steps in, calling for the break, and Burnett quickly obliges before a five count was even initiated. Knight, meanwhile, rolls to the safety of the outside, clutching at his face while the first few rows jeer him from their seats.

Zach Davis: Its only the early going, but Adam Burnett is standing alone in that ring. Is a sign, Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: It certainly could be. Adam is saying from the get go that this match won’t be as smooth as the champ thought it would be.

Knight takes his time to get back into the ring, allowing the count to reach six before, via the steel steps, he climbs back onto the apron. Watching Burnett the whole time, he finally steps into the ring and begins to circle opposite the challenger, who begins to mirror him. Knight falls into an offensive stance, pushing the gap between him, while Burnett falls into a defensive grappling stance, looking to capitalize on a miscue from the champ.

Knight steps forward with a elbow strike that bounces off Burnett’s upraised arm, and steps back out of range from the lunge by the challenger. Burnett, off-balances, eats a European uppercut that sends him staggering backs. Knight presses the attack, throwing elbows against Burnett’s guard, until the challenger was backed against the ropes. Again the referee steps in between the two competitors, but that doesn’t stop Knight from reaching over a raking Burnett across the eyes in the referee’s blind spot.

Zach Davis: Knight not afraid to break rules to achieve results.

The blatant disrespect spurs Burnett out of the ropes with rash abandon, and is quickly tripped up with a drop top hold from the champ. Knight dives onto Burnett’s back, a sleeper hold, but Burnett rolls through to the surprise of the champ. Burnett throws Knight into a loose armbar, but Knight is quickly able to find his feet, though Adam maintains hold of the arm. Whipping Knight into the ropes, Burnett follows behind and throws a knee into the champ’s stomach on the rebound, doubling him over. Then, grabbing Sebastian around the waist, Burnett throws the champ up and over with a gutwrench suplex that he quickly transitions into the first pinfall of the evening.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout

Freddy Whoa: Not enough to put away the champ quite yet.

Burnett locks on the armbar a second time, looking to keep Knight grounded. Sebastian pushes himself to a seated position and reaches back, trying to rake Burnett’s eyes. Adam lifts his head out of range, and his grip loosens enough to allow Knight to wiggle out and finds his feet. Sebastian throws a stiff kick that catches Burnett dead in the chest, sending the challenger flying onto his back. One elbow drop later, and its Knight’s turn for his own pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout

Burnett throws Knight off of him, but the champ was quick to dive back on him with clubbing blows. The referee initiates a five count and Knight finally relinquishes at four. Pushing himself to his feet, he pulls Burnett to his feet and throws him into the air with a vertical suplex. He floats over into a second pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

Kickout

Zach Davis: The champ is getting frustrated by Burnett’s resilience.

Made apparent by Knight’s punching of the mat as he pushes himself to his feet. Pulling Burnett to his feet, he tucks his head between his legs, looking for his signature powerbomb.

Zach Davis: The Pinnacle!

Freddy Whoa: No! Burnett counters with a back body drop.

Knight lands back first to the mat and pops back up, only to eat a neckbreaker. Knight pops back one final time, only to eat a massive spinebuster to a big pop from the crowd. Burnett hooks both legs as the referee drops to the mat.

Zach Davis: Is this enough for a title change?

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

Kickout

Burnett pushes himself to his feet as Knight begins to stir. He waits for the champ to find his feet before diving forward. Knight, on unsteady legs, spins suddenly and catches Burnett across the jaw with an elbow. Both men hit the mat, and the referee is forced to administer the ten count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Knight finds his feet first and moves his way over to the still downed Burnett. Pulling Burnett to his feet, he tucks his head beneath his legs again. With a heave, he drops the challenger with the powerbomb backbreaker.

Zach Davis: The Pinnacle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: WHAT A MATCH! Knight retains!

Adam Burnett finds his feet, only to be blindsided from behind by a stiff elbow strike.

Zach Davis: Come on now, the match is over!

Burnett hits the mat, clutching the back of his head, while Knight rolls to the outside and snags a steel chair from underneath the ring. Rolling back into the ring, he shoves Burnett’s knee through the steel chair, a menacing impression on his face.

Freddy Whoa: Sebastian Knight is looking to put Adam Burnett away for good.

Zach Davis: Someone explodes through the curtain and is running down the ramp . . . its Stephen Anderson.

Sebastian Knight sees the cavalry coming, and rolls out of the ring just as Stephen Anderson rolls through. Knight disappears through the crowd while Anderson helps Burnett out of the chair.

Freddy Whoa: Something tells me this feud may just be heating up.

Internet Title Match
Katherine Phoenix vs Teddy Blaze

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Internet Championship!

The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Tore My Heart" by Oona begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 153 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!

Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for the match to begin.

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix had some… rather interesting words for Teddy Blaze earlier this week via her social media account. I can’t help but wonder how The Champ will approach this match knowing how crazy and unpredictable Katherine can actually be…

Freddy Whoa: Right but you have to remember, this isnt Teddy Blazes first picnic. He knows exactly what sort of woman she is and I have to believe that he will handle it to the best of his abilities… I’m just wonder if Dag Riddik will get involved in this match after what happened earlier in the night?

Zach Davis: Errr, yeah… let's not even talk about that…

The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrive of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.

With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause. He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way.

Kyle Steel: And the opponent… weighing in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds… from Houston Texas… he is the Internet Champion… TEDDY BLAZE!!!

Teddy wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes, he stops for a moment to think about whether or not he should even attempt to shake Katherines hand, but eventually decides against it and steps over towards his corner waiting for the bell.

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix and Teddy Blaze just staring each other down as the referee checks them both over… of course anyone would be suspicious of Katherine Phoenix when it comes to bringing foreign objects into a standard match…

Freddy Whoa: You’ve got that right… and you can just feel the tension in the air as these two great fighters continue to check each other out. I’m telling you, you could cut this tension with a knife!

DING… DING… DING!!!

Zach Davis: The referee signals for the bell, and this thing is under way!

Neither Teddy Blaze, nor Katherine Phoenix make a move. They both just stand there. Both the champion and the challenger continuing to stare each other down. Finally Katherine Phoenix begins to laugh to herself as she watches Teddy Blaze begin to pace back and forth eager to get this thing started.

Freddy Whoa: This woman is so creepy, just standing there laughing at the Champion… sends shivers down my spine…

Zach Davis: Teddy Blaze has had enough as he approaches the brunette, trying lock up with her… Katherine has other ideas in mind though as she ducks his arms and steps over to the other side of the ring. Wha--- whats she doing?! Shes reaching into her bra… oh god not this again…

Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix has a pair of Teddy Blazes infamous red sunglasses, shes putting them on… just mocking the champion and this live capacity crowd is not liking it, listen to those boos!

The live crowd continue to boo Katherine loudly as she steps over towards Teddy, arm outstretched whilst still wearing the glasses, clearly mocking the man with the way he’d usually start matches.

Zach Davis: WHOA DID YOU SEE THAT RIGHT HAND?!! Teddy Blaze just knocked the life right out of Kat with that right hand!

Freddy Whoa: She couldn’t have expected Teddy to have reacted like that, Zach. Honestly, I think shes spent the entire week underestimating the champion.

Katherine, now stood with her back against the turnbuckle shakes her head, clearly feeling it after the fist of Teddys which she had just felt crashing against her jaw. She looks up at Teddy, who is already on her case and charges at the man, trying to hit him with a take down shoulder tackle, but Teddy dodges it and sends Katherine flying through the ropes onto the floor beneath them. Katherine land on her feet and immediately turns around to face Teddy, slamming her hand down onto the canvas with frustration.

Freddy Whoa: Two minutes in and Teddy Blaze already seems to be under the challengers skin, I did not expect this at all.

Zach Davis: Really? Come on this is Katherine Phoenix we’re talking about, girl is completely unstable!

Having enough of her delaying the match, Teddy chases after Katherine, sliding through the bottom rope going after the brunette, as she runs around the ring away from the champion. Just as she looks like shes about to slid into the ring though, Katherine turns around and SLAMS Teddy with a HARD clothesline, causing the man to crash down hard onto the floor.

Zach Davis: This is just the opening she needed… Katherine now booting Teddy into his midsection. She picks him up off the floor and… NO!!! Teddy reverses it and hits Katherine with a backdrop!

Teddy hops up off the floor and raises his arms into the air, being met with a loud positive reaction from the nearby fans who just want to see him destroy the wicked brunette who was still trying to recover from the move she had just received.

Freddy Whoa: Katherine desperately trying to shake off the cobwebs as Teddy picks her up off the floor… he grabs her by her arm and throws her, arm first, into the steel ring post!!! Ouch!!!

Katherine screams out in pain as she, out of instinct, grabs hold of her arm trying to make it feel better… she finally turns around to face Teddy Blaze…

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!! Teddy Blaze just nearly took her head off with that! Katherine looks like shes out of it!

Teddy looks at the downed Phoenix and back over at the nearby fans…

Freddy Whoa: You don’t think he’s thinking…

Zach Davis: Yep, I think that's EXACTLY what he’s thinking, Freddy!

Teddy mockingly pats Katherine on her head trying to wake her up before stepping over towards a few of his nearby fans, just waiting for the brunette to get back up onto her feet. Teddy hops up onto the guardrail, still waiting… and just as Katherine manages to get herself back up onto her feet… with the help of a nearby fan, Teddy LAUNCHES himself up into the air and SMASHES Katherine Phoenix with a flying forearm right down onto her skull!

Crowd: TEDDY BLAZE… TEDDY BLAZE… TEDDY BLAZE!!!

Zach Davis: This match has been heavily in Teddy Blazes favor since the match first started… and I dont think that will be changing any time soon as Katherine Phoenix just got wrecked with a flying forearm care of the Internet Champion!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah… this thing isn't going well for Kat at all… Teddy may as well just finish this thing now…

Teddy steps over to Katherine and grabs her around her head, trying to pick her up off the floor… but Katherine instantly comes to and HITS Teddy Blaze with a powerful jaw breaker, sending the champion crashing down onto the floor. The fans immediately start to boo the brunette as she turns her attention onto the downed Champion and quickly pounces on top of him, sending hard rights and lefts right into his face… followed up with some forearms of her own… and she finally ends it by DIGGING her claws into Teddys face and scratching them HARD across his flesh! Teddy screams out in pain as Katherine continues to do this for some time, the crowd just hating her for it.

Crowd: FUCK YOU PHOENIX… FUCK YOU PHOENIX… FUCK YOU PHOENIX!!!

Zach Davis: These fans are heavily against Kat here tonight....

Freddy Whoa: HA! When are they not?! She isnt exactly a well liked individual here in the WCF…

Katherine picks Teddy up onto his feet, but he is clearly out of it as he wobbles quite a bit on his feet. She holds him in place for some time, hitting him with a elbow to his jaw for his troubles and finally turns her attention onto the fans who helped Teddy deliver a move to her just moments ago.

Zach Davis: Shes not going to try it…

Katherine bounces up onto the fan awaiting for them to launch her into the air… but instead they let go of her and the challenger falls down hard onto the floor below her.

Zach Davis: Well, I saw that coming, haha.

Freddy Whoa: Right, I’m sorry but I just do not blame the fans at all for that one…

Teddy finally shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Katherine around her head, over the barrier and plants her with a suplex over the top of it. He looks up at the referee, who for whatever reason hadnt been counting the two of them out whilst they had been fighting for the majority of the match outside of the ring and finally figures that he may as well end this. Teddy picks Katherine up off the floor and rolls her back into the ring, following her close behind. Teddy looks at the downed Katherine… and then up at the turnbuckle…

Zach Davis: What’s he doing?! Just end this, Teddy! You don’t have to make any high risk moves…

Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze is not one to go half hearted into a match, Zach. He always gives the fans their moneys worth, always.

Teddy finally steps over to the turnbuckle… and climbs up on top of it… he stands there for several moments and finally jumps… going for a flying elbow drop off the top rope…

Zach Davis: NO!!! WHAT?!! WHAT HAPPENED?!! WHAT DOES SHE HAVE?!!

Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze went for the elbow drop but Katherine hit him whilst he was in the air… shes… HAS SHE GOT BRASS KNUCKLES?!! And shes laughing about it?!! That evil BITCH!!!

Zach Davis: Whoa!

Katherine bounces up onto her feet, smiling at the referee, who simply shakes his head at the brunette woman. Katherine happily looks down at her hand, admiring what she had just done and steps over to the timekeeper, grabbing a microphone from him.

Katherine Phoenix: You know, I probably should have mentioned this earlier, Teddy… but… ummmmmm… yeah… this match? Its kind of… no DQ rules! NOW PASS ME A STEEL FUCKING CHAIR!!!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!!!! This whole time… THE REFEREE KNEW?!! The match is no DQ?! Since when?! This is complete bullshit! Do not hand her that chair! NO!! Damnit!!!

Katherine grabs the chair off of the time keeper, and turns around to face the champion, who has been busted open quite badly from that shot he received just moments ago. Katherine starts laughing to herself as she lifts the steel chair up into the air… and SMASHES!!!! It down… HARD… right into Teddy Blazes skull. Again and again the brunette continues to hit him with the chair… his arms, his legs, his abdomen… she strikes every single part of him.

Zach Davis: This is just too much, damnit! Someone stop the damn match!

Teddy Blaze lies motionless on the floor as Katherine admires her handy work. The champion was now completely covered in cuts, bruises and blood thanks to her. She takes her finger and wipes it across Teddys face, covering her finger in his blood and immediately putting it into her mouth. She smiles down at him one final time before opening up the chair…

Zach Davis: Did she just taste his blood?! What the hell is wrong with this woman?! Whats she doing now?! Shes opened the chair... NO!!! Damnit no! This man has a family damnit! Dont do this, Katherine! Please!!!

Freddy Whoa: Katherine has opened up the steel chair and placed it over Teddys head… someone stop this!

Katherine smiles down at Teddy, who was still lying motionless on the floor with the chair around his head… she turns around and looks over at the same turnbuckle Teddy had leaped off of just moments ago and climbs up onto the second rope…

Zach Davis: Katherine stop it! STOP!!! Dont you jump! Dont you do it!

Katherine leaps into the air and lands feet first right on top of the chair, snapping it against Teddys head and neck. The champion wriggles around in absolute agony as the brunette just stands there laughing to herself. She finally grabs hold of the chair and pulls it off of Teddys head, throwing it outside of the ring. She looks down at him, with a crazed smile on her face before climbing down on top of him, instructing the referee to make the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING… DING… DING!!!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner… and NEW Internet Champion… KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!

The fans boo Katherine louder than they ever had before as the brunette just stands there looking down at the downed and out Teddy Blaze…

Zach Davis: I don’t believe what we have just witnessed… I think I’m going to be sick…

The angry fans throw trash into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: This means dark days for the Internet Title division...

Katherine Phoenix continues to celebrate, amongst the trash, with medics coming to check on Teddy. The camera cuts to backstage. Anon Y. Mous is watching via television screen, nodding his head slightly.

Anon Y. Mous: Good, good. All according to plan. In due time, my puppet, all will be revealed.

The camera cuts back to ringside where Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa are seated at their announce table.

Zach Davis: What- What is this? I thought we got rid of Anonymous!

Freddy Whoa: It looks like we were wrong! He's just been watching this whole time, Zach. Planning his moment!

Zach Davis: And it looks like our Internet Champion has something to do with it!

The show cuts to black as maniacal laughter is heard.

Gravedigger vs Wade Moor

Zach Davis: Folks, its been a great night, a crazy night but when anything involves Wade Moor and Gravedigger, things can get a whole lot worse.

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger has been a on crusade against Beachkrew and Pantheon when he fought against David Sanchez and Joey Flash. Now it only makes sense for him to fight Wade Moor.

Zach Davis: So here at the inaugural Rise Up Pay Per View we have Wade Moor, Broseidon, verse MS-13, the classic villain, Gravedigger. Now Freddy what do you think is going to happen in this match?

Freddy Whoa: Straight up, anything and everything.

The Mysterious Pantheon theme music hits the PA system..

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way down to the ring at this time is self-proclaimed “sultan of SWOL” The Adonis god in the purple an black pin stripes. He is the official, official of Pantheon… JOHNNY REEF!

Johnny Reef climbs into the ring and taunts the fans, because he’s an asshole.

Zach Davis: It is very upsetting that Wade Moor gets his own referee for this match.

Wavedigger: Let me tell you something Go-rilla, Johnny Reef will call it right down the middle.

Both Zach and Freddy look at Wavedigger with confusion.

Zach Davis: Where the hell have you been all night?

Wavedigger: I’m been right here the whole time, brother jack. I just pick and choose what matches I call. I’m not a fucking pleb like you two. I’m swol. I’m swol like that man in the ring, Johnny Reef; the best official in WCF.

Freddy Whoa: But- But arnt you in this match?

Wavedigger: What, no. Why the hell would I be in this match? You tryin to say that Wade Moor, Godnilla, cannot wax this Gravedigger FGT on his own? Granted, yes, I can smack around gravedigger like he was my wife but that’s not the point. The point is, Mygal.

Zach Davis: Whats the point, Digger?

Wavedigger: Do I have to go over there and box your ears? I told you the point is, Mygal.

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. He throws his arms out and yells out with a look of rage on his face. The crowd drowns the Legend in boos and his face quickly turns into a smirk as he looks out at the crowd before finally focusing in on the ring.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring first, from Phoenix, Arizona.. He weighs in at Two hundred and fifty-eight pounds… He is the Epitome of Hardcore… GRAVEDIGGER!

Gravedigger starts slowly walking down the ring, the air still thick with boos as the smirk is etched on his hardened face. As the trio reaches the ringside area, the two bikers walk off to one side as Gravedigger jogs up the nearby ring steps. He steps in between the top and middle rope and bounces into the ring. He walks around the ring looking out at the crowd before finally stopping at one of the turnbuckles. He stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos down upon him.

Wavedigger: See, look at this FGT. What idiot calls themselves the Epitome of hardcore? Where you been dude? It’s been HORROR KORE for three years now. And let me tell you something brother, jack, Godnilla is HORRORKORE.

Freddy Whoa: Zach, did we jump on the shark on continuity?

Zach Davis: I think so, my friend. I think so.

The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 255 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!

Wavedigger: Wade Moor came from the water. He was born in it, molded by it. By the time you were playing on a slip n' slide, he was already a man. Will fucking murder you just because.

Wade puts his hand on the apron, slideshis guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.

“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”

He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.

Zach Davis: Wade and Gravedigger are roughly the same size, weight and share a similar wrestling style.

Wavedigger: Yah, except that Wade doesn’t suck. Whats that Mook Gravediggers finisher; a submission? Oh yes, because nothing says hardcore like cradling a grown man on your shoulders until he can no longer stand the fact that the back of Diggers head is rubbing against his junk. I bet you that Digger wanted to do a reverse torture rack but Logan lobbied against it. And you all know that Seth/Logan relationship.

Freddy Whoa: I think only fifteen or twenty people watching this program understand any of that.

Wavedigger: They’re the only fifteen that really matter.

Wade and Digger square off in the middle the ring.

Wavedigger: Excuse me, I gotta take this.

Wavedigger takes off his headset and puts on a wireless mic and starts talking to himself as he gets the ring. He backs off ‘Gravedigger’ and the two flanking members of MS-13 before turning around and leveling Wade with a right hand.

“Is this what you wanted Wade?” Yells Wavedigger, who really IS Gravedigger before turning the wireless mic back on and calls the match.

Wavedigger: look at that coward, he just took Wade by surprise.

Wade Moor jumps right back up to his feet and starts laughing.

Wade Moor: Wavedigger, I’d knew you’d come.

Wade starts off with a furious assault that crashes into Digger as Wade continuously pummels him. Wade springs off Digger and waits for him at the turn buckle. Digger gets to his feet as Wade connects with running axe handle attacks, one after the other until Digger responds with a powerslam.

Zach Davis: Wade was on the offensive with those rushing ax handles but Digger, er, um.. Yah. Digger countered with a power slam.

Digger picks up Wade and pushes him into the corner and unloads with right and left hands. All the while Wade is laughing at him, daring him to continue.

Wavedigger: Look at my Godnilla, Gravediggers pansy ass fists cant even hurt him. All hail Godnilla!

Digger rushes Wade, who boots him in the face and seamlessly crosses between the ropes and torpedo launches himself at Digger; taking his down with a shoulder block. Wade picks up Digger and scoops him up for an atomic drop into running bulldog. Wade continues with stomps as Digger pulls himself up by the ropes and connects with a knee lift.

Freddy Whoa: Digger staying in the fight, he’s not letting Wade get the better of him.

Wade runs at Digger who lifts him up into a Gorilla press and slams him down hard with a spine buster.

Zach Davis: And Digger taunts to the crowd.

Wade comes behind Digger and hits him with a sling blade. Diggers ear piece goes flying as he rolls out of the ring and to the floor as Wade collapses to a knee. Digger stumbles to his feet and crashes into the announcers desk. He picks up his headset and starts commentating.

Wavedigger: Sorry guys, some loon made me lose my mobile commentators microphone.

Freddy Whoa: Glad to have you back Digger.

Wavedigger: Shut your face, Freddy, no one asked you.

Zach Davis: Digger what do you think of the match so far?

Wavedigger: I think that Gravedigger is a no good piece of shit, that’s what I think. He blindsided Godnilla and made a damn fool out of him. But that’s OK though, Wade hit that sling blade and made old man Gravedigger roll to the outside. That’s when some nut made me lose my ear piece. Get UP Gravedigger, you old fart. The floor aint a rest home. Excuse me guys, I gotta go make sure that Wade is ok. He seems winded and hurt. Did you know he got attack earlier by a couple of thugs. Terrible thing. Man cant even wrestle a match at a pay per view anymore. But things are gonna change. This is Trumps America now.

Digger takes the headset off and slides back into the ring and starts stomping away at Wade who gets up and smashes Digger down with a belly to belly slam. Wade hits the ropes and comes off with a senton splash.

Wade with the quick cover.

fast count by Johnny Reef

1,2

KICK OUT!

Digger just gets the shoulder up.

Wade pulls Digger up and lays him out with a discus clothesline.

Zach Davis: Both of these men are brawlers. Both of these men are former world champions. Expect this to spill out into a fight.

Digger gets up as Wade connects with a right. Digger stumbles backwards as he connects with a left. Then a right. Then a left. Then a right.

Freddy Whoa: Digger is one of the better strikers in WCF history. Wade might be a brawler but that doesn’t mean he can take a punch of the legend.

The match slips into a slug fest as both men are teeing off against each other in the middle of the ring before Johnny Reef steps in and warns Digger about closed fist right before Wade connects with an obvious violation of that rule. MS-13 approach the ring but Reef warns them of the Digger disqualification if they do. Wade connects with a running spinning elbow. Digger falls back against the rope as Wade charges again, trying to use that explosive offense but Digger lifts him up and over the top rope.

Zach Davis: MS-13 moving in like a pack of wolves.

Freddy Whoa: Digger distracts Johnny Reef with some fake bullshit that doesn’t need to be described as MS-13 give Wade a little Mexican hat dance.. and Wade is the hat!

Zach Davis: With all the talk about Beachkrew, people forget that Digger is a bad guy and MS-13 can do some damage.

MS-13 roll Wade back into the ring as Digger exits the ring for commentary.

Wavdigger: Gawd, I hate that Gravedigger, son of a bitch! Has he moral compass? Does his ego know no bounds? MS-13 just stomped a hole in Wades chest and Gravedigger is laughing about it (heh, heh, heh).

Freddy Whoa: Find something funny, Digger?

Wavedigger: Yah, how Gravediggers face is gonna look when I shove my foot up his ass! As if the attack on Wade Moor wasn’t enough from earlier. You know, this just goes to show you how much of an asshole Gravedigger really is. It just goes to show you how uncomfortable he is in the ring. He has no trust in his own skills. Hell, I don’t even think he has skills. I bet you Yung Adam would wrestle circles around Gravedigger. Hell, I know he could.

Zach Davis: Uh, Digger, you gonna go check on Wade?

Wavedigger: You’re right, I should. Not like you two idiots are going to look after him.

Digger slides back into the ring as Wade gets back to his feet. The two men collide again with right hands as Wade shoots Digger off the ropes for a single leg flap jack. Wade drops to his knees and extends his arms as to taunt Digger. Digger rolls onto his back clutching his face as Wade leaps up and connects with an elbow drop.

Zach Davis: Wade is proving that he can go hand to hand with Digger. I think Digger is going to have to change up his game plan.

Wade locks on a headlock as Johnny Reef checks Digger for the tap out. He checks the arm.

1…

2…

Johnny Reef goes over to call for the bell but MS-13 get up on the apron and into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: As much as I hate GD, Johnny Reef makes this match completely unfair. I’m glad that MS-13 are there to try and muscle him.

Back in the ring Gravedigger gets to his feet and connects with a few elbows to the ribs of Wade Moor. Gravedigger kicks Wade in the Cthulhu’s and levels him with the Grave Marker.

Zach Davis: Grave Marker! Wades neck might be broken.

Digger with the pin.

1..

2..

3…

Freddy Whoa: The crowd just counting the pin now..

Crowd: 4.. 5… 6..

MS-13 get out of the ring as Johnny Reef sees the pin and goes to make the count.

Zach Davis: The pin, for real this time!

1..

2..

Johnny Reef starts doing pump up clap pushups, mocking Digger.

Digger gets angry as he gets off Wade and picks up Reef by the neck and throws him into the turnbuckle.

Gravedigger: If you attempt to screw with me again, I’ll have MS-13 gut you like a fish. Hows that for your beach puns?

Wade moor from behind with a roll up.

the fast count

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Digger powers out at two

Both men are up as Wade goes on the offensive again shoving Digger into the corner and hits a series of gut kicks that drop Digger to the mat. Wade runs to the adjacent turn buckle and charges full steam ahead for a cannonball splash! Wade picks Digger back up and sloppily throws him into the ropes but Digger stumbles and necks himself on the middle rope. Wade lines him up as he runs towards Digger, using him a step up to vault over the ropes and land with a guillotine leg drop. He heads over the commentary desk and puts on Wavediggers headset but is cut off by MS-13 who start to brawl with Wade. It becomes two on one but the Godnilla is a killah and he aint havin’ any bit of that jibbah jobbah boo-sheit. Wade fights them off long enough to grab a chair and connects with thunderous chair shots. Digger gets out of the ring and blind sides Wade. Digger picks up the chair and smashes Wade a few times in the back. Wade staggers to the barricade. Digger comes at Wade who narrowly escapes a chair shot. Wade kneecaps Digger before taking the chair and connecting with a head shot. Digger goes down as Wade heads to commentary

Zach Davis: Wade, welcome to the desk.

Wade Moor: Shut up, Mooney. Shut up and look at Gravedigger, he can only lay there like a slug; it’s his only defense. Hey, wasn’t there three of you? Where is Wavedigger? Only he knows how to commentate properly. He is our official BeachKrew play by play.

Zach Davis: I think MS-13 scared him off.

Wade Moor: Yah, man. Those guys have been pissing me off all night. I thought this was trumps America? I wish someone would eject them. I said.. I wish someone would EJECT them.

Wade takes off his head set and yells at Reef.

Wade Moor: I said throw them out!

Wade gets back on his headset as Reef ejects MS-13.

Wade Moor: It’s a sad day when old man Gravedigger needs to stack the deck against Godnilla but then again, I don’t blame him.

Digger gets to his feet and comes over and pops Wade right his face. Wade falls backwards in his chair as Digger takes up the headset.

Wavedigger: Damn right. About time Johnny Reef throws out those illegals. Johnny Reef is the law and order ref and he’s going to get things done.

Wade gets to his feet and starts hammering away at Digger who was distracted by his own commentary. Digger gets laid out across the the announce table as Wade pummels him.

Wavedigger: And Godnilla punching Gravedigger in the face, here at our announce table. Look at Digger laying there like a slug. Its his only defense.

Digger takes the headset off and rolls off the table, choking Wade with two hands and a Homer Simpsons style agenda. Digger gets Wade up and throws him into the apron and connects with a big boot. Wade hits the floor as Digger taunts to a mixed crowd. When Digger turns around he eats a spear that sends both him and Wade crashing into the steel steps. Wade climbs up on the barricade and taunts the crowd in the same manner that Digger just did. Wade gets down off the barricade before grappling Digger and connecting with some questionable uppercuts.

Zach Davis: And Wade with some Wupper Cuts!

Freddy Whoa: The hell is a wupper cut?

Zach Davis: Watery upper cuts; where are your notes?

Wade stays in control of the match by running Digger head clean into the steel post. Digger bounces off and stumbles away. Wade follows and picks Digger up for a scoop slam but the veteran slips out of it and counters.

Zach Davis: Respecto!

Digger takes a moment to collect himself before rolling back into the ring. Digger rolls back out and peels Wade off the floor before hammering him down again.

Freddy Whoa: Is Wade laughing?

Zach Davis: I think so.

Wade gets to his feet and kicks Digger in the gut before nailing him with a DDT. Wade picks up Digger and rolls him back into the ring and waits for him to get up.

Zach Davis: Digger to his feet…

WHAM!

Poseidon punch!

The pin.

1..

2..

3 !!

NOOO!!!!

Zach Davis: Wade is frustrated.

Wade gets to his feet again as he sets Digger up for a reverse double underhook facebuster!

Freddy Whoa: Unleash the Leviathan!

the pin.

1..

2..

3…

NOOOOO!!!

Zach Davis: Even with the fast count, Digger still refuses to go down.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! In the crowd! Its Jared Holmes and Johnny Rabbid.

#Beachkrew hit the ring and start an all-out assault on Digger.

Freddy Whoa: The sad part is that Johnny Reef is going to allow this.

It is a three on one beatdown a Digger tries to fight his way through it. He clotheslines Jared Holmes and power slams Rabid.

Zach Davis: Yah, Digger!

Digger is on a roll but as he turns around to fight Wade he gets leveled.

Zach Davis: Oh, no! Broseidon punch!

The pin..

One..

Two…

Three !!!

Freddy Whoa: Holmes and Rabid continuing the beat down that they started a few minutes ago. These guys are too much!

Zach Davis: I think Digger is just too tired by now to even put up a fight. He and Wade put up a hell of a fight. Remember, it was not Diggers stamina but his years of ring knowledge that got him this far.

“Ready or Not” by the Fugees hits the PA system!

Zach Davis: The ALL FATHERE IS HERE IN THE TWENTY THREE HUNDRED AREA!

Freddy Whoa: We haven’t seen the All Father since Thirteen.

Crowd: O-DIN, O-DIN, O-DIN!

Zach Davis: The All Father has returned and after what happened at Thirteen, I’m sure he has some pent up aggression.

The All Father hits the ring as Beachkrew make a hasty retreat. Holmes and Rabid fall behind Wade who extends his arms and taunts the All Father as BeachKrew head back up the ramp. Digger rolls out of the ring as the frustrated All Father grabs a mic from Kyle Steel.

The All Father: Now it has been a few weeks since ya’ll have done seen the All Father and the last time you did wrap your brain around the dominance that is the All Father, I was down on this mat; a victim of an R-Cairo. My friend, my brother, my partner in THICK done betrayed me and aligned himself with those Beachkrew sons of bitches. So, I’m going to make this real quick. Bubby Cairo, get cho ass out here and take this Ragnarok that you got kummin’ tah you, son-fish. You wanna run with dem boyz, well then the All Father gone treat you like em’.

Zach Davis: The All Father calling out Bobby Cairo for Betraying him a few weeks ago but I don’t think Cairo is here.

The All Father: These guys, Bubby.. These guys they don’t care about you. I don’t know what they told you or promised you but Jim Thuggin uses you. He poisons your mind to obtain that which he desires. Or maybe he done did that old Buddy Roman trick and you became his family? You call Wade over there, and BK over there, Family? I’m your family. I’m your blood. I am your brother by Jam Willy, so help me, I’ll know your face through the back of your head and drink wine from your skull. Bubby, I’m not going to tell you again. If you don’t come out, I’ll go back there, find you and whoop your ass all the way back out to the ring.

There is no response from anyone in the back as the All Father drops the mic and exits the ring for the back stage. The All Father gets half way up the ramp before the lights go out. The lights come back on and the All Father is surrounded is dozens of ISIS fighters. The All Father starts throwing strikes, knees and headbutts, trying to fight through the hoarde is ISIS fighters.

Zach Davis: Son of a bitch, Seth! Get some better security for your venues. ISIS has invaded the WCF arena.. AGAIN!

Freddy Whoa: Colin Keapernick getting his revenge on the All Father.

The onslaught of fighters just keeps coming as the All Father is pushed back towards the ring.

Zach Davis: There is easily twenty to thirty men just trying to take out the All Father, this is insane!

Freddy Whoa: It is thirty verse two.

Zach Davis: And the tide is starting to turn as the All Father is connecting with those punches and dropping ISIS fighters. ‘Digger is leveling guys with chair shots.

Freddy Whoa: All this stems from the All Father attacking Colin Kaepernick and ruining a ISIS plot for the Mall of America.

Zach Davis: Great, more fighters have run in from the crowd and are attacking Odin and ‘Digger. SETH YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!

Freddy Whoa: These guys are lumberjacking the ring. If you want in, you gotta go through them.

Zach Davis: Digger eats a chair shot and is thrown out of the ring as the All Father is beaten down like a dog.

Freddy Whoa: Camel Clutch being applied to the All Father! The most heel move in all of pro wrestling!

Zach Davis: Some masked men have taken over the ring and have put the All Father in the Camel Clutch!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Zach!

Zach Davis: ITSBUBBFUCKINGCAIRO.OMG/FLIPSTABLE.EXE!! Bobby Cairo, the Godfather is ISIS! NO! NO! Bobby Cairo went and aligned himself with ISIS! The hardest working man in WCF has gone over to the caliphate.

Freddy Whoa: The R-Cairo Clutch is locked in tight and the All Father is barely conscious.

Zach Davis: Why Bubby! Why you do dis ting? Why? Why? Why, Jam Willy Damn it, WHY? Quick, Seth, go to commercial!

Freddy Whoa: But we’re LIVE!

“Killing in the name of” Hits the PA system as The Godfather lets an unconscious All Father go and looks down at him.

Zach Davis: The carnage. Disgusting. Bobby Cairo has done the unthinkable. In a month he as sided with Beachkrew and ISIS and we have no idea how or why. He has attacked his longtime friend and we have no idea why. Bubby Cairo, why you do these things?

Freddy Whoa: At least they’re leaving.

Zach Davis: But the damage is already done. The damage is already done.

Hardcore Title Match
Andre Holmes vs Crazy J

Kyle Steel: This next match is a Hardcore Championship Match! Introducing first the Hardcore champion Crrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaazzzzzzzzzyyyyy J!

The arena lights go dark then the crazy core logo shows on the big screen and red strobe light plays and co2 cannons spray out fog as Crazy J walks out wearing a Free Shep shirt. Erbody but me by Tech N9ne. plays J walks towards the ring, But before he can reach it Andre Holmes rushes him nailing him with a chair.

Zach Davis: This has been building up for months and it looks like Andre Holmes will not wait any longer!

Freddy Whoa: He wants what he never lost Zach!

Zach Davis: Well the company shut down, all titles were forfeit, Multiple chair shots and the larger champion is down now!

Andre rips the title off of J and yells This is my title at the prone man before slamming it into the lower back of the champion. Andre picks J up, and drives him back into the guard rail, a few fans smack the back of J and cheer as others touch Andre and cheer.

Zach Davis: THis crowds split on who to cheer for.

Freddy Whoa: Well these idiots always cheer for the hardcore champ, even though he’s a heel! No one said the WCF fans are intelligent Zach!

Andre goes for a belly to belly, but it's reversed by J, who slams Andre into the barricade with a belly to belly suplex. J stomps and punches the man leaning against the barricade then drags him towards the ring.

Freddy Whoa: J trying take this to the ring, oh but Andre reverses it as they reach ringside.

Zach Davis: Andre firing back, oh side suplex onto the unforgiving concrete!

Andre kicks the pron champ a few times then looks under the ring. The man retrieves a kendo stick and swings at the now rising Crazy J.

Freddy Whoa: Holy shit! J caught the kendo stick and now the two are fighting for control.

Zach Davis: Both men exchanging kicks, J with a head butt, oh and kicks Andre Holmes in the babymaker!

J swings the stick hard cracking Andre three times in the shoulder. Then he swings the kendo stick as it were a bat nailing the smaller man in the gut. Andre fires back a few shots to J’s mid section,then stumbles back leaning against the steel steps.

Zach Davis: J has that kendo stick high over his head, looking for a head shot!

Freddy Whoa: He brings it down hard but catches only the steps!

Andre retaliates dropkicking J’s knee into the stairs. Andre then drives J’s body into the steel steps. Andre banters to the crowd and the lights go out.

Zach Davis: The lights just went out what the hell?

Freddy Whoa: Gee thanks Zach no one could tell the lights went out. Your such..

Zach Davis:What's that! Its that creepy little monkey from J’s...errrr Evil’s promos! And now red mist is pouring into the ring as Andre looks on confused. Evil! Evil is in the ring, mask and all!

Freddy Whoa: Evil! That fool is now in the ring dressed as evil with his hardcore title in one hand and light tube in another!

Andre, infuriated rushes into the ring, and is met with the light tube splitting his forehead open.

Zach Davis: Blood in the water Freddie.

Freddy Whoa: Now business picks up!

The two men throw rights and lefts, pounding one another looking for an advantage. Andre gets it and lands an northern lights suplex in the center of the ring. He locks the champ into a sharpshooter and J’s lower back stretches and pulls.

Zach Davis: Is J going to tap out? He has to be in pain as J, errr Evil tried to power out of this hold.

Freddy Whoa: But Andre transitions to the Muta Lock!

Evil struggles and finally powers out of the hold. Andre rolls from the ring grabs chain from under the ring and slides back in. He swings the weapon at Evil, who barely dodges it.

Freddy Whoa: Look at the so called champ being a coward!

Zach Davis: Andre is swinging a log chain around like a madman!

Evil rolls out of the ring and grabs something from under the ring, nearly being struck in the back of the head by the chain doing so. Andre hangs over the top rope daring the champ to get into the ring but suddenly there is a flash of light and ANdre is rolling around on the mat, clutching his face.

Freddy Whoa: Fireball! He threw a fireball into Andre’s face!

Crowd: Holy shit holy shit holy shit!

Zach Davis; Evil isn’t done yet, what did he slide...Oh no! It's a board filled with scissors folks!

Freddy Whoa: What's that sick bastard have in mind!? He is wedging it up into the corner.

Evil wedges the scissor board into the corner lifts Andre into the powerbomb position.

Zach Davis: No no no! He has a wife and kids dammit!

Freddy Whoa: Psycho Bomb into the scissor board! Andre’s back is gushing blood!

Evil goes for the pin,

1

2

Andre manages to get a shoulder up at 2 and ¾

Zach Davis: How on earth did he kick out of that!

Andre rolls from the ring, blood smearing the canvas. He lays lifeless next to the ring apron his right hand reaching under it unbeknownst to his opponent. Evil climbs out to lift Andre up, as soon as the champs hands raise the prone opponent he is busted open and blown back with an exploding barbwired bat.

Freddy Whoa: A C4 barbed wire bat blow! What won't these two do to each other!

Zach Davis: They sure as hell won't be hugging afterwards i can guaran-damn-tee that Freddie.

Both men, bloody and charred, lie lifeless on the concrete floor. The ref checks each of them, and they stir, both slowly rise to their feet. A right fist from Evil, a left from Holmes, a right, a left. Neither man backing down. Holmes hits Evil with a spinebuster onto the floor.

Zach Davis: Andre is dragging Evil over near the corner barricade, had the bloody man in the powerbomb position,maybe looking for some revenge.

Freddy Whoa: Bad Landing! The running powerbomb explodes the barricade apart, holy shit!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy!

Zach Davis: These two men are going to kill each other! And the crowd is loving it!

Crowd: Eeeeeeeevilllll, Andre Holmes! Eeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvillllll, Andre Holmes!

The two men are on their knees bleeding out and exchanging blows again, this time in the crowd. A crowd member hands Evil a staple gun, and he hits Andre upside the dome with it then looks at it, and grins a wicked grin.

Zach Davis: Evil intentions from Evil Freddie.

Freddy Whoa: No shit?

Evil fires the staple gun into the already bleeding scalp of Andre, who retaliates with a few punches. Left hook, staple shot, right hook staple shot. Evil staples the man six more times before a fan hands Andre a cheese grater.

Freddy Whoa: Now one of Andre's fans helping a brother out, and Andre grating the face of J.

Blood gushes all over the nearby crowd who eats it up!

Crowd: EC Dub, EC Dub Ec Dub!

Freddy Whoa: This stupid crowd is cheering another fed, Seth better have the boys edit that out!

Zach Davis: The hardcore haven is getting what it loves here tonight!

Andre gets up, tossing aside the grater and walks over to a trash can, not one those aluminum ones but a heavy square trash can lifts it up but he is intercepted by a bloody and battered Evil. Evil grabs a nearby man in the crowd and bashes his head of Andres bloody skull.

Freddy Whoa: Great, we are so getting sued thanks to this idiot!

Andre grabs a beer bottle from a fan and shatters it over Evils face, knocking the man to his knees.

Zach Davis: Thrust kick! Oh no! He hit a nearby child!

Freddy Whoa: And he is relentless as he just doesn't care! Hitting the kick again this time on J!

Zach Davis: Someone get medical attention out here for that kid!! Wheres his parents!

Andre pins j in the crowd.

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Freddy Whoa: I’d say that angry man pulling off Andre is the father Zach! Oh my God! Piledriver to the boy’s father!

Zach Davis: We are so sued! Very few pins in this match, these two don't just want the win they are trying to kill one another.

Andre has evil by the back of his head leading him through the crowd, they get near the back and Andre sends Evil into a vending machine, shattering the glass. The crowd swarms trying to get free snacks as Andre throws elbows to get through to his downed opponent.

Freddy Whoa: This is the match this blood thirsty crowd had been waiting for, all other titles might as well be models fighting over prettiest face contest!

Andre goes for and armbar and Evil actually screams out in pain, the grueling match is taking its toll on both competitors. Evil creates separation by slamming unopened can of MT Dew into Andres bleeding face. On the third strike the can erupts and Andre releases the hold.

Zach Davis: Oh they're headed this way. Fighting around the crowd who is throwing beverages at them.

Freddy Whoa: Why are there four tables stacked by the side bottom of this stage! This is sheer insanity!

As the two fight around and up to the stage stairs a fan hits Evil with an empty cooler and is immediately flattened with closeline. Andre and Evil fight up the stairs and over to the edge of the stage to where the four tables are stacked.

Zach Davis: Oh my god! If one of these men falls it's all over folks!

Freddy Whoa: Good maybe they will kill each other then we won't have a lawsuit on our hands.

Zach Davis: I would expect that would be a larger lawsuit.

Andre gets dominant position and hits Running Powerbomb off the stage through the four tables.

Zach Davis: Holy fuck! Bad Landing, a running powerbomb off the stage through four tables!

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: And with that Andre Holmes did what he set out to do! He is the new hardcore champion!!!

Zach Davis: No one can take that amazing reign away from Crazy J, but Andre Holmes has done what he set out to do and recaptured the Hardcore Title he never lost!

Andre rolled out of the ring as the crowd roared in appreciation of the grueling effort the two competitors just gave.

Zach Davis: I don’t know if we’ll see a better match than that tonight!!!

Freddy Whoa: Well, we only have one match left…..

Zach Davis: Yeah…Im aware of that! But if you ask me, that was the hardest fought match of the night. Those two men are two of the best in the business and showed why the Hardcore Title is a big deal.

Andre walked up the ramp tired, worn and bloody to the elevated stage that led to the entrance curtain. As he pushed the curtain aside he flailed his arms and started to be lifted up into the air by a massive hand wrapped around his neck from the backside of the curtain. The crowd roared again as Jaymz appeared and held Andre in the air with one hand around his neck. Andre tried to pull free but Jaymz walked over to the side of the elevated stage, next to the ramp and held him over the side.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no!!! Hes doing that Silence choke slam thing again!!!!

Zach Davis: I am SICK of this guy!!! Hes not even a real WCF star, what he thinks he’s doing!?

Jaymz looked over the crowd for a second before he slammed Andre down to the concrete floor below with a sickening *smack.* Jaymz jumped off the stage, picked Andre up and placed his unconscious body on the sloped ramp.

Zach Davis: This is disgusting.

Jaymz walked over the guard rail holding the fans back and ripped one of the sections away. Several of the fans close to the rail screamed in terror and backed away. WCF security ran in from the side and filled in the hole incase fans ran through. The giant walked up the ramp with the guardrail in hand toward Andre. He lifted it over his head and slammed it down on Andre twice.

Freddy Whoa: This has to STOP!!! Someone help Andre!!!!

Jaymz seemed pleased with his work as he tossed the rail aside and made a motion with his hands for something to happen. Seconds later his signature blue sparks and flames of his entrance shot from the side of the ramp. He grabbed Andre by his arm dragging him to the side of the ramp where the flames and sparks erupted, grabbing his head and held it over the sparks. Andre screamed in pain and tried to get his face away from the hot sparks but he couldn’t get away from Jaymz. After a few seconds, Jaymz pulled him away, and again wiped the blood from his own face on his fingers - and painted ZT on Andre’s forehead.

Zach Davis: …I hope someone kicks his ass…

The blue flames and sparks grew higher as Jaymz held his arms high in the air. Smoke filled the ramp and Jaymz disappeared into the fog. Moments later the flames stopped, the smoke cleared and Jaymz was gone. And Andre was left laying bloodied on the ramp.

Freddy Whoa: Hey!!! Where did he go!?!?

Several WCF medical team members ran up to Andre and started to work on him as Crazy J jumped over the guard rail into the stands and disappeared in the sea of WCF fans.

Ladder Match
Final Destination Briefcase on the Line
FPV vs David Sanchez

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a ladder match for the Final Destination contract which entitles the holder to a World Championship match at any time of their choosing in the next year. Should FPV be unsuccessful in this match; he will publicly concede that the better man won...

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. Deadmau5, denying the audience this audio indulgence.

Freddy Whoa: Well, this match hasn’t had quite the hype of some of the others on this card but still, the thought alone is enough to leave the internet wrestling community, or IWC for the cool kids - foaming at the mouth.

Zach Davis: You’re not joking there Freddy. Sanchez and FPV only started exchanging words last week, in any medium besides from Twitter but the conversation was punctuated by Dave with a few vicious blows to Franky’s head with that metal case he carries around like a newborn.

First: "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff,” leading to "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 reading: “FRANK PATRICK VENABLE.”

Crowd: EFF-PEE-VEE!! EFF-PEE-VEE!! EFF-PEE-VEE!!

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.

Freddy Whoa: There’s an interesting dynamic to this match, in that if FPV wins he gets the Final Destination contract and all that entails. But - if he loses then we’ll have to watch and listen as he shakes David’s hand and admits him to be the better man.

Zach Davis: Interestingly enough; it’s just these sort of terms, a wager of kind - that’s led to FPV being in the Brotherhood to begin with, so I don’t know… you’d think maybe he’d learn not to put himself in these situations.

Freddy Whoa: How could he not Zach? He missed Final Destination due to a Television Championship defence. This is his chance to get right out of this funk he’s been in and put him straight back into contention for a title match, at any given time.

He runs down to the ring at an almost inhuman 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 arrival of David Sanchez.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, already in the ring. From Atlanta, Georgia - weighing in tonight at two-hundred and five pounds… FRANK.. PATRICK.. VENABLE!!!

The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd immediately adjust their noise from cheers to boos as the David Sanchez entrance video now takes over the big screen and a purple fog forms up to ankle-height from generators which line the entrance ramp in the cosy 2300 arena.

Freddy Whoa: Well, all kidding aside. Here comes the man who has been on a run of form since his return that I just don’t see coming to an end tonight.

Zach Davis: All good things Freddy. All good things…

The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than the disturbed and demented denizen of promos past and present. With the Final Destination case already suspended above the FPV-occupied squared circle he looks a little lost with nothing to raise in his arms.

Kyle Steel: His opponent; making his way towards the ring from Bogota, Colombia by way of Printer’s Row, Chicago. Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds. He is… THE DEFINITIVE… DAVID SAAAAAAAAANCHEZZZZZZ!!!

David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even now when he thought he was doing them a favor, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. Just that purple fog and a bemused expression as he stares not to the crowd, nor his opponent but up to the matching purple case which hangs ominously from the rafters.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez isn’t taking his eyes off of that Final Destination briefcase as he walks to the ring. Maybe he’s just realizing how stupid he’s being in risking such an asset just for bragging rights.

Zach Davis: I really don’t think his emotional range spans to the extent of worry Freddy, he’s most likely still pissed off about being in Philadelphia in the first place. This city hasn’t been so kind to him.

Freddy Whoa: True, not just in WCF but throughout his entire career. This city seems to be that itch he just can’t quite scratch; zero and six if my research is right. With two title losses in there. So why he’d risk a World Championship match just to hear somebody say he’s a better wrestler is beyond me.

Sanchez slides under the bottom rope and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer for not elongating his surname with quite the same enthusiasm as his opponent’s. Without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience, FPV or the senior official he takes a corner and lets his lips crack into a serpent-esque smile. The bell sounds, and the audience is now hushed. The talking was over, it was time for these men to steal the show.

***DING DING DING***

The bell rings three times in succession, and with this chime the crowd comes in full force, as the chants begin to shake the old ECW arena. The two men circle each other in the ring, each quietly confident in their own abilities.

Crowd: LETS GO FRANKY!! SANCHEZ SUCKS!! LETS GO FRANKY!! SANCHEZ SUCKS!!

A moment passes in which Frank smiles out at the fans, his eyes falling on one pair of pupils in particular; those belonging to Doctor Joe - the physician who had not only treated FPV’s head injuries midweek but was all given the unfortunate duty of pronouncing Gemini Battle’s heart as having ceased to beat. A quiet concern radiates from Dr. Joe as they share eye contact before finally he nods, knowing that no matter what he were to have said; the head-strong man in the ring would still be exactly where he was right now.

Zach Davis: The crowd making their opinion known loud and clear for this match. I don’t think there’s even a David Sanchez fan in the building.

Freddy Whoa: Can you blame them for thinking this way? These people want to see Sanchez pay for what he’s done.

Sanchez and Frank lock up in the middle of the ring, with Sanchez getting the upper hand as he grapples Frank into a quick headlock. David knees him in the gut while the hold is locked in, before transitioning into an armbar takedown. Frank struggles only slightly, and gets out with ease. Frank gets to his feet and grapples David, this time getting the upper hand and scoop slamming him to the mat. David looks like he's about to get back up but one quick solitary fist drop from Franky keeps him grounded. His opponent incapacitated, Franky exits the ring and goes for the nearest ladder.

Zach Davis: Here we go! First ladder to come into play.

FPV tosses the ladder into the ring. From his aim it looks like his goal was to hit Sanchez with it, but it only lands next to David. He shrugs, and moves with cat-like quickness to slide into the ring, until...

Zach Davis: OOOOFF! Sanchez pushed the ladder under the bottom rope and drove it right into Frank's gut.

Freddy Whoa: That looked painful as a mothafucka! Now Frank is out on the outside.

Sanchez exits the ring slowly, then motions to FPV, grabbing him by the hair and smacking him in the face.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Hands still clutching Frank's hair, Sanchez drags him over to another ladder before bashing his face into a metal rung. He does this once more, and then again for a third and final time. Switching which step he uses with each smash. When all's said and done, Frank has already begun to bleed. A mask of crimson now flowing down his face. David leaves the weakened FPV behind, his eyes falling on the case for the first time since the opening bell. Sliding under the bottom rope he wears the audience’s boos as a comforter before he sets up the ladder in the center and starts climbing.

Freddy Whoa: This one could be over right here folks!

Zach Davis: Frankie has been busted open very early here. I think we have Thirteen to thank for that and the match with Jared Holmes.

Before Sanchez can get to the top, FPV gets in the ring, grabbing David by the tights as the Colombian reahes the fourth rung and in getting into prime position for a German suplex, his own feet still on the canvas as he drags Sanchez at a high-angle from the ladder and folding him like an accordion into the mat once! Twice! Three times. The third, falling into the release german category; though none as devastating as the first.

Zach Davis: He got em! Three Germans for three bashes on the ladder!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah but at what cost? Franky's fucked up pretty bad right now. He’s losing a hell of a lot of blood. That being said, I’m pretty sure he just folded David’s spinal cord like a deckchair with that first German and then done it another twice to be What? Poetic?

Regaining his balance and noticing the ladder still set up, Frank begins to climb but stops as he gets to about the fifth rung. He pauses to check on Sanchez below, then readies himself as he drops down with the double foot stomp! Both of his feet driving the breath out of the Definitive’s chest.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Goomba Stomp from the ladder. Noice!

Zach Davis: The momentum seems to be swinging back in Frank's favor here. He’s still going to have to be careful though, that’s a lot of blood coming out of his brow and that cut aint too far away from the laceration that gave Sanchez the win against Gravedigger at Thirteen.

Having connected with the stomp - Frank picks Sanchez up by the hair and tries to perform a Northern Lights Suplex on him, yet somehow David Sanchez is able to counter it into a DDT! After planting Frank's skull into the mat, Sanchez goes right to work on the left leg, stomping it mercilessly as the crowd watches on.

Crowd: FUCK YOU SANCHEZ (clap clap clapclapclap!) FUCK YOU SANCHEZ (clap clap clapclapclap!)

After about fifteen stomps, David stops...only to switch to the other leg and stomp on THAT about fifteen times, eliciting louder boos from the crowd. Once he's satisfied with the stomps, he goes to lock in a side-legbar. Dropping to his back and grapevining Frank’s left leg. Before he can apply torque to the heel though, FPV wriggles up to his feet, though his leg is still locked around his opponent’s.

Zach Davis: Ah, that son of a bitch is trying Frank's limbs so he won't be able to climb. I guess he got a fright as well as a Goomba Stomp when Franky went up the ladder.

Freddy Whoa: Smart and methodical, just like Sanchez himself.

FPV finally manages to wrestle his leg out, much to Sanchez's surprise. The Definitive remains grounded on his back in a defensive jujitsu position as the exhausted Frank Venable towers above him. Knowing he's not really in any shape to be selective as relates to moves for the moment, he does what he can and drives a sharp buzzsaw kick into Sanchez’s face.

Freddy Whoa: No BOOM! Still, pretty sweet Headshot there.

Zach Davis: Can’t really blame him for the simplicity of that Freddy. He had to be exhausted after escaping that submission attempt. Besides; it’s worked in his favor - Sanchez was expecting something a little fancier it would seem.

Frank begins to climb again. Slowly at first, but soon quicker. He finally gets to the top, but can only get a fingertip on the briefcase before Sanchez stirs and starts to pull himself up with the closest thing; the ladder. With FPV on the very top of the ladder; a devious grin forms on the former Plague’s face as he lets his weight drop forwards into the ladder.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no! Frank's gonna crash to the outside!

Zach Davis: Wait... Freddy. Look, he knows!

Frank takes a peek behind him as he towers fifteen feet above the ring, right before Sanchez sends him down, far beyond the squared circle to the outside. He judges his distance between himself and the crowd for only a moment, then assumes a trust fall stance with a hopeful smile on his face right as he begins the descent. He's falling right into the fans, and right on cue they extend their hands out, catching him effortlessly.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA MAN. I know it's good to have the crowd on your side but damn!! This is professional wrestling not a mosh pit.

Zach Davis: The small, intimate venue is beginning to become a factor in this match Freddie, and it looks like Franky is taking full advantage of it. These fans are the best kind of fans, they make matches like this take on a whole new level.

FPV spends the next few minutes crowd surfing amongst rabid fans in the 2300 Arena. In the ring Sanchez is visibly getting annoyed that Frank is doing this. First he tries to tell the referee to do something; but after gathering it wasn’t an illegal move he decides instead to take a seat with folded legs; waiting for Frank like a huffy teenager stuck in expectation of a text-back that will never come.

Crowd: EFF-PEE-VEE!! EFF-PEE-VEE!! EFF-PEE-VEE!!

Finally, the crowd pass their hero back to the barricade where he glides effortlessly back to his feet before slipping under the bottom rope and taking a bow that gets a pop from the hypes fans and further resentment from his now fuming opponent. The two lock back up in the center of the ring; Frank’s face still soaked in his own blood as he gains the advantage with a go-behind that transitions into a fourth German suplex.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like that little feat of showmanship has gotten under the skin of Sanchez.

Zach Davis: Let’s see how the Definitive does when he’s given a taste of his own medicine. Mind games are right up his street after-all. I just don’t think he’s used to being the victim.

Freddy Whoa: He’s giving up a lot of big-match experience to FPV, in WCF at least, which is where it counts tonight. That’s four Germans though for those keeping count!

Still light on his feet, despite the blood-loss and general toll his body has already taken - FPV slides out the ring and back in; this time with a second ladder to the one he had fallen from moments ago. He takes it over to the corner and ensures it is hinged shut as he props it up in the corner; just as Sanchez makes it up to a vertical base. The former World Champion stalks up to his opponent and whips him hard across the ring and into the corner. Where his back collides with the ladder, accompanied by a sickening crash that sends the audience into a frenzy.

Freddy Whoa: Who knows what FPV has in mind now, but he’s setting up for something.

Zach Davis: He’s building up steam and...

Frank charges forwards, signalling for a Stinger splash against the steel ladder, but just as he leaves his feet to leap, Sanchez drops to a three-point stance before sinking the very top of his skull into FPV’s abdomen and winding him just before he could strike. Frank coughs and splutters as Sanchez butterflies his arms and sinks a few knees into his splayed opponent before sending him overhead with a release double-underhook suplex into the ladder. Frank’s body buckles and contorts upon first impact before sliding down the rungs and landing with a second thud on the canvas.

Freddy Whoa: Who Put That There?

Zach Davis: Frank did, Freddy. We just got finished watching him do so. Keep up man.

Freddy Whoa: That’s what he calls the move, idiot.

Zach Davis: Ah! Well that’s just fucking stupid.

Freddy Whoa: Stupid name or not; it’s damn sure effective.

The ring to himself for a moment, David smiles as Frank retreats to ringside and nurse his injuries, but this smile soon reverts back to laser-focus as he snatches the original ladder from where it was laying next to the ropes and once again sets it up in the middle of the ring. His eyes are drawn skywards to the briefcase above and immediately his hunger is enough to power his first few steps up the ladder. As he makes for the third rung though, Franky gets to the apron and vaults the ropes; springing onto the third rung opposite from Sanchez with ease.

Crowd: FUCK YOU SANCHEZ!! EFF-PEE-VEE!! FUCK YOU SANCHEZ!! EFF-PEE-VEE!!

Both men find themselves neck and neck now, on opposite sides of the ladder. Sanchez lets out a sigh as if to suggest FPV as some sort of pest that he simply cannot get rid of. With the crowd’s roars filling the arena both men ascend the next two steps and reach for the case, both of them able to graze the purple metal with their digits before noticing the other man was able to do the same thing. In a panic, they begin to exchange punches with neither man getting the upper hand.

Freddy Whoa: Atop a ladder is no place for fisticuffs gentlemen! Think of the health and safety shit-storm!

Zach Davis: I’m getting Flashbacks from One, this is how Sanchez won the Final Destination match to begin with.

After what seems like a lifetime to both warriors, finally it is FPV who comes out on top of this exchange, grabbing the back of David’s head and bringing him down chin-first onto the top of the ladder with a modified jawbreaker; the steel foot support acting as a catalyst. Though this causes Frank too to fall from the ladder, he does so only momentarily, breaking his fall with a roll through as Sanchez falls straight onto his back, clutching at his face as he too begins to bleed. The red stuff pours out of David’s mouth, the Colombian having bit his tongue as a result of the last move.

Freddy Whoa: That ought to shut him up for a little while anyway. It’s a pity he didn’t bite it off.

Zach Davis: A little harsh there Freddy, but valid all the same. Now FPV’s got the advantage though, let’s see what he can do with it!

Quickly seizing the moment, Frank rushes his opponent who is still too busy spitting out blood on his knees to see him coming, and drops him with a low running dropkick. The crowd bursts as the snap of boot meeting face brings them to life once more; just in time for Frankie to drop the second of what would come to be many fistdrops. Popping back up to his feet as the crowd hum in anticipation he climbs one rung of the ladder then drops another fist.

Freddy Whoa: Franky now climbing to the third rung, and bam! Another fist-drop!

Zach Davis: I heard Sanchez Likes Fist-Drops as it so happens; so, he should be loving this.

Freddy Whoa: Both of these guys need serious help in renaming their moves as soon as possible when this is over.

Rungs one, two and three already used, Frank ascends to the fourth and drops a final fist into Sanchez’s face before snatching the larger man up to a stunned vertical base and sending him into the ropes. With a boo from the crowd though, David hangs onto the elasticated cable and prevents himself from being shipped back to sender; essentially telegraphing the move. Unamused, FPV charges forwards though and with a front dropkick this time, to Sanchez’s stomach he doubles the Definitive over, causing him to become tangled in the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: For a minute there, Sanchez looked quite smug.

Zach Davis: That’s not the case anymore. If anything he looks petrified about what comes next.

Bound in position, Sanchez can only watch as Frank first points to the ladder, hearing a mild response from the crowd. Next, he lets his finger fall on his tethered opponent, the crowd blowing up at the thought of his suffering. A man of the people; Frank slides under the bottom rope and under the ring in one swooping motioning, retrieving a baseball bat that causes the crowd to shit unicorns before he does anything more than raise it aloft for the world too see. Back in the ring, he makes a fake swing towards Sanchez who flinches in terror as the faux-blow misses him by a good few feet.

Freddy Whoa: Well, I guess we know what Franky’s up to now.

Zach Davis: A lot’s been said about Gemini Battle this week, and ironically enough it was a bat to the head which led to his untimely demise.

Frank’s eyes and heart are torn alike as he looks into the crowd to see Doctor Joe giving him the nod before turning away from the action. With the doctor’s blessing, he cocks his arm back and unleashes a devastating blow with the bat which hits only thin air as Sanchez squirms free at the last second and falls to the fetal position as FPV swings through. Wasting no motion, the cowering Colombian resorts to a mule-kick into Frank’s crotch as the grizzled veteran thinks about another swing. With his opponent now winded, Sanchez gets to his feet and lands a few roundhouse kicks to a stunned FPV’s chest; the crowd booing him senseless as he does so.

Zach Davis: This Philly crowd really aint sweet on David Sanchez. Hostile would be an improvement on the atmosphere in this arena right now.

Freddy Whoa: You can’t really blame the people for that Zach. Sanchez has earned their loathing through a series of misdeeds that he’s visibly proud of. They don’t matter to him like they do to Frank, and that shines through in his actions.

As the crowd continues to boo him, Sanchez jostles for position in a collar and elbow tie-up with FPV, eventually ending up in a clinch where he drives repeated knee strikes straight into the gushing wound upon Frank’s forehead. Sinking to his knees now, on the verge of consciousness with a crimson mask upon his face the lights were getting blurry for Frank the Tank. Smiling as he takes a few steps back to roll down his kneepad and twist the metal brace so that the steel clasps are lined up with his patella, David stalks Frank’s every slight movement before charging forwards with a shining wizard that the veteran is able to dodge only just, causing Sanchez to drive his awkwardly braced right knee into the ladder which had been propped in the corner earlier with a sickening crunch.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That can’t be too good for Sanchez’s climbing abilities.

Zach Davis: Or walking abilities.

Freddy Whoa: He was looking for that same knee strike that put Gravedigger away at Thirteen but has probably wound up doing himself some serious damage. He’s got a history of surgeries on that knee; and though they’re all a few years removed - those wounds never really heal.

Wincing in pain, Sanchez screams out in agony as he clutches at the exposed knee, twisting the brace back into position to reveal red indented skin where the brace had collided with the ladder in an unceremonious manner. The referee helps him with the kneepad now, which he quickly rolls back up as FPV approaches and stomps down hard on the leg.Causing another scream to leave the lungs of David Sanchez as his aspirations of being World Champion begin to circle the drain like they had done so many times before in the 2300 arena.

Freddy Whoa: That could be the end of Sanchez tonight Zach. That knee took one hell of a blow against that ladder, and the brace just served as a vice - holding the kneecap in place for the collision.

Zach Davis: That’s why we insist on elasticated braces these days instead of the old metal ones like Sanchez uses. Despite what he thinks, it isn’t about trying to limit his offense; it’s about protecting his safety. Maybe now, he realizes that.

Sanchez crawls to the ropes, then picks himself up slowly, unable to place any weight on the aforementioned leg. His target clear, Franky charges in once more. This time though, he goes low and chop-blocks his opponent who crumbles back down to the mat like a derelict house collapsing on its foundations. He notices the ladder, still set-up in the middle of the ring and leaves Sanchez to limp up to a vertical base once more; safe in the knowledge that for the moment he would not be doing any climbing.

Freddy Whoa: Where’s Frank going now?

Zach Davis: He’s getting wood Freddy, use your eyes.

Freddy Whoa: Why the hell not get a table? It’s as legal as a fist drop in this match.

Zach Davis: Still riding that fist drop hype?

Freddy Whoa: Youknowit.

Rather than sliding the table into the ring though, FPV instead sets it up on the outside of the ring, just next to the apron before climbing through the ropes and into the ring. Quickly getting to his feet and catching the rising-but-punch-drunk Sanchez with a few forearms to ensure his compliance in what comes next. Throwing caution to the wind, Frank climbs the turnbuckle as Sanchez sways on unsteady footing; completely unable to do anything as Frank jumps and lands on his shoulders in the electric chair position. With extra weight on the knee, Sanchez can barely balance for a moment before FPV uses his body as a counter-weight and sends both he and his opponent over the ropes with a reverse hurricanrana. The only difference is that while FPV lands neatly tucked on the apron; Sanchez is spiked head-first through the table on the outside and now lies motionless on the ground as medical staff rush to his lifeless body.

Freddy Whoa: Well, I was about to call Jockeying For Position… but I guess that works too, whatever that was.

Zach Davis: Inverted hurricanrana, from the ring - through a table, to the outside.

Freddy Whoa: Thanks for coming Sanchez! That’s all she wrote, someone call Meltzer.

FPV feeds from the crowd’s deafening cheers as he rolls back under the bottom rope and begins to climb the ladder; taking one rung at a time. Step by step he draws ever closer to the briefcase; turning his head once every few rungs to see Sanchez still sprawled on the outside. With the last step he unclips the purple metal case from its wire and clutches it close to his chest.

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, and new holder of the Final Destination contract…. EFFFFF-PEEEEE-VEEEE!!!

True North echoes from the speakers once more as FPV takes a few steps down, looking back to the crowd once more as with case in-hand he cross his arms and free-falls back into their frenzied midst once more, crowd surfing his way around the first four rows in celebration as the ring doctors help Sanchez up to his feet and lead the conquered, limping Colombian up the short ramp and through the curtain.

Freddy Whoa: FPV has done it, and these people are just going fucking crazy!

Zach Davis: You all know what that means! Frank Patrick Venable now has a World Championship match whenever he pleases. Sanchez, for all his efforts - goes home with nothing but a knee injury and a life lesson.

World Title Match
Steven Singh vs Joey Flash

The 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania has once again been sold out due to the amazing PPV celebrated in their hometown. Rise Up has proved to be a tremendous PPV providing a lot of amazing action and crazy moments. However, nothing spells crazy more than the main event match we’re about to witness with challenger Steven Singh taking on the World Champion, Joey Flash. The cameras cut to Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa sat behind the commentary table.

Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being with us all night for Rise Up but now is the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The WCF World Champion, Joey Flash, will be putting his championship on the line against the number one contender, Steven Singh!

Zach Davis: It all started when Joey Flash made his return to WAR and won it then went on to defeat Thomas Uriel Bates at ONE. Steven Singh won the New Years Bash Match gaining a great World Championship title shot against Joey Flash at Rise Up right now. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime for a top prospect such as Steven Singh.

Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash, the three time WCF World Champion, has been looking to make a statement on his first title defense for his third reign. I definitely want to see this match as all eyes will be on Steven Singh. Could this be the night the top prospect could dethrone possibly the greatest competitor in WCF history?

Zach Davis: I can’t wait! Let’s get into it!

“Mad Villian” - The Supervillian Theme is the first out of the two entrance music to begin playing around the 2300 Arena. The gruff voice from the 80’s samples, everyone in their seats hear the lyrics “Cold Getting Dumb…” which cues golden colored fountain sparks on each side of the stage. Steven Singh walks out from the backstage with the WCF Tag Team Championship belt around his waist as he surveys the crowd, nodding his head to the beat of the song.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As he soaks in their hate, Captain Pantheon bounds out behind him clapping and pointing to his partner.Steven walks down the long aisle to the ring cracking his neck side to side. He powers his right fist in the air while keeping away from the stretched hands of the fans behind the barricades. This is his moment and his time to prove the critics wrong. The youngest top prospect in WCF history to not only become World Champion but dethrone the greatest of them all, Joey Flash, in his first World Title match.

Freddy Whoa: One half of the WCF Tag Team Champions and the inaugural WCF New Years Bash winner. You cannot deny that Steven Singh has earned his championship shot in the main event of Rise Up against Joey Flash. Without the shadow of a doubt, this is his biggest match in his entire Pro Wrestling career.

Wearing a a pair of long, black tights with gold trim at the waist and a small stripe of the same color down either side. He always wears one of his own t-shirts emblazoned with a catch phrase or moniker. His most popular is black with gold text on the front reading "Jack of All Trades" and, on the back in the same lettering, "Master of One." Steven is already inside the ring unwrapping the belt from around his waist; the shower of Gold on the stage coming to an abrupt end.

Zach Davis: The number one contender and one of the most favoured athletes from the new generation. Steven Singh has said that this World Championship opportunity means everything to him. Who else could be chosen to dethrone Joey Flash? A win over him would set his position in the WCF for the rest of his life.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah it COULD but I think the Champion will have something to say about that...

The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd, World Title strewn proudly over his shoulder. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

Zach Davis: And there he is! The One Punch Man! The World Champion! The Joey Flash!

Freddy Whoa: He’s looking to put the shine back on the World Title after it had a hot potato of a 2016. His career has had plenty of highlights but never has he had a long, sustained World Title run and he’s said that this is the one.

He circles the ring not once, but twice, Singh’s eyes focused on him while Flash casually ignores the challenger. While the crowd reaches a fever pitch, Captain Pantheon claps respectfully for his favorite wrestler, drawing the ire and a verbal berating form his tag partner.

Zach Davis: I’m not sure if having Cap out here is a great idea for Singh! His attention is clearly already divided!

Finally, Flash slides into the ring and raises The World Title over his head. The referee takes the belt and hoists it over his head, displaying it for the crowd before handing it off to the time keeper.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

The two men meet in face to face in the middle of the ring as Singh snarls and jaws at the champion, Flash smirks in response. The referee calls for the bell and Singh fires the first shot with a heavy haymaker right hand ducked under quickly by Flash who steps behind the larger man and lands a right hook to Singh’s kidney. Singh turns back around quickly with a clothesline, also ducked by Flash who this time hooks one kidney then the other. Singh winces in pain and turns around to face Flash who bounces nimbly on the balls of his feet.

Freddy Whoa: Flash has the speed as he always does. Singh is going to have to try something different if he’s going to mount any offense here.

Zach Davis: Well it looks like he’s doing just that, raising his right hand up looking for a test of strength with the champ!

Freddy Whoa: And the champ is answering that question with a clear look of “GTFO!”

Singh taunts Flash who smiles and shrugs in response raising his right hand slowly to lock into Singh’s. Once the right hands are intertwined they raise their lefts and do the same but as soon as they’re locked in, Flash nails a swift kick to the groin of Singh who drops hard to his knees. The referee steps in to warn Flash who immediately steps over Singh with a smile, ignoring the admonishment. As Flash leans in, Singh jabs him in the thumb with a eye, stumbling the champ backwards. The referee now scolding Singh who bullrushes Flash back into a turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like it’s going to be a long night for Stanley Moses with these two. Singh has Flash in a clinch in the corner and is clipping him with short elbows and swift knees to the body.

Zach Davis: It looks like Flash is able to block most of the elbows with his own dirty boxing but he’s eating a lot of those knees to the ribs and the sides of his legs.

Singh irish whips Flash hard across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle then arm drags him down to the mat after he stumbles forward. Holding into the arm Singh applies a top wristlock but Flash fights quickly back to his feet. Flash is able to duck out of it and get behind Singh with a hammerlock before stepping on the back of his knee, putting him down to one where Flash peppers the back of his head with a few quick rabbit punches. Singh rolls forward out of harm’s way and back to his feet where Flash closes back in, not giving the challenger a moment to breathe.

Freddy Whoa: Singh has his hands up, protecting his face as Flash tears off rapid fire rights and lefts! Singh ducks under a right hook but is caught quick with left uppercut, stumbling him back to the ropes.

Flash closes in quickly but Singh shoots in for a double leg takedown which Flash counters with a guillotine choke. Before Flash can cinch it in too tightly, picks the champion up off the ground and spikes him into the mat with a standing release spinebuster. Singh is quick to follow up, stomping the inside of Flash’s right leg. Flash struggles to get free but Singh is able to drag him over to the ring ropes and lay his leg across it before bouncing off the second rope and coming down with all his weight across the joint, torqueing it. He does this a few more times before pulling Flash back to his feet.

Zach Davis: That’s the leg that put Bates to sleep and put the belt on Flash! Singh is NOT trying to Bite The Dust here tonight!

Singh drives Flash back down with a dragonscrew leg whip which he holds onto and transitions directly into his heel hook, 15 Minutes of Fame.

Freddy Whoa: He’s looking for it! He’s got Joey locked in!

Flash rolls quickly and frantically to the rope, grabbing it with both hands. Singh doesn’t release the hold as Moses gives him the five count before Singh releases it. Singh pulls Flash back up and sets him up for a half nelson suplex but Flash pulls his arm down and goes behind Singh with a hammerlock and half nelson which he uses to suplex Singh overhead. With Singh on his stomach Flash hops on the challengers back to apply his arm bar, Pain Is Love.

Zach Davis: Both men looking not just to pin the other but to make him submit! To prove their point, their dominance!

Flash is sitting on Singh’s shoulder, leaning back hard with both hands on the wrist but as he leans back, Singh rolls through and pins his shoulders down with a school boy roll up.

ONE!

TWO!

Freddy Whoa: No! The Champ pops a shoulder up! But he still has Singh’s arm and is now applying a triangle choke?

Zach Davis: That’s Singh’s Bright Lights! Joey has Singh wrapped up in his own submission!

As Singh loses blood to his head and Flash tightens his grip, he gathers whatever strength he can and lifts the champ up off the mat and stumbles forward to the corner for a turnbuckle powerbomb.

Freddy Whoa: And both men are down!

They each struggle to their feet, Flash using the turnbuckles to support himself and in charges Steven Singh only to be back body dropped to the apron. Singh follows up with a quick knee to the back of Flash who turns around with a hard right that lands under Singh’s chin immediately followed by a combo to each of side of his ribs. Flash grabs Singh, readying to suplex him back inside the ring.

Zach Davis: Singh is up! No! A knee to Flash’s head and Singh is back down on the apron. Singh now suplexing Flash from the inside down to the concrete floor below!

Freddy Whoa: Thievin’ Steven is catching his breath for a moment on the apron as Flash is laid out on the concrete below. The challenger is now backing off, giving himself some running room on the apron. He’s signalling for a front flip off the apron down onto Flash!

The crowd noise picks up as Singh riles them in anticipation. Singh takes a run at the downed Flash then suddenly stops, hops off the apron and just kicks the champion in the ribs. The crowd boos the bait and switch as Singh smiles wide and picks him Flash. Grabbing his his long locks he’s looking to bounce Flash face first off the ringpost.

Freddy Whoa: No! The champ puts a foot on that steel ringpost and sends Singh’s head bouncing off it instead! And again! And again! And Singh goes down!

Zach Davis: And he’s busted wide open!

Referee: 3…..4….

Flash drags Singh over to the entrance ramp where Singh takes a wild swing with his right which is ducked by Flash who goes behind him and PLANTS him onto the steel entrance ramp with an ‘Italian suplex!’

Freddy Whoa: That’s the Lightning Bolt! Singh is out! And Flash hustles back into the ring while the referee continues his count.

Moses: 5…..6…..7…

Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon has run over to Singh and is shaking him awake but I don’t think he can make it back in time…

Moses: 8!

Freddy Whoa: Singh is up!

Moses: 9!

Freddy Whoa: And Flash is back out! He reset the count! I don’t think Singh was going to make it back in but Flash got out and reset the count!

Zach Davis: Oh he was all but in the ring, Flash had to come back out!

Flash grabs the still-groggy Singh and whips him into the steel stairs, blasting the top half off and leaving Singh lumped on the floor, leaning on the base of them. Flash shoots a look at Cap who backs off, hands in the air. As Singh continues to fight to get back to his feet, Flash is measuring him up with a devious grin. Singh is up and Flash takes a big step toward him….

Zach Davis: BITE THE DUST! BITE THE DUST!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Somehow Singh caught the boot and has Flash in a capture suplex! Singh tosses him over head and drops him down across the steel stairs!

Moses: 3….4….

Zach Davis: Oh no Singh has got the top of those steel stairs and is lifting it up high over his head…

Freddy Whoa: MY GOD! He just hammered those stairs down across the right leg of Joey Flash! Over and over and over again! Just stop already!

The Champion clutches his knee in pain, rolling on the arena floor as the bloodied challenger tosses the stairs aside, smiling at his handiwork. Singh picks Flash up off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. Singh walks over to a heckling fan and snatches a “JOEY FLASH ALWAYS WINS” sign out of the man’s hands. With a smile, Singh wipes his bloody face on it then tears it in half before tossing it on the ground.

Freddy Whoa: The challenger now getting into it with our fans and taking his sweet time getting back into the ring.

Singh smiles and bows to the fan before casually rolling back into the ring. Singh grabs Flash by the hair who struggles to stand on the one good leg when out of nowhere--

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH! WHAT A SHOT! He coldcocked Singh!

The challenger falls lifeless to the ground and Flash collapses back first on top of him.

Zach Davis: ONE

TWO

THREE!

THAT’S IT! And stillllllll!

Freddy Whoa: No! Singh’s foot is on the rope! Moses is pointing at the foot on the bottom rope!

Zach Davis: How the hell did it get there?! Did Captain Pantheon put it on the rope?!

Freddy Whoa: I didn’t see it, Zach, I don’t know! But I do know that Singh is still in this match and Flash is livid!

Flash gets Singh back up and peppers him again a quick jab followed by a right cross. The punches have less on them now with only one good leg but Singh isn’t able to defend as well either. Flash loads up for a huge right hook that Singh either ducks or falls out of the way of but Flash loses his footing for a moment wherein Singh drops him with a backstabber. Out of instinct alone, both men bounce back up to their feet quicker than any normal men should and as the wobbly Flash turns around Singh comes flying in with jumping knee strike.

Freddy Whoa: SMITE! HE SMITED HIM! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Zach Davis: They’re out! Nobody’s moving! No wait….Singh scramble into a jack knife pin!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

AAAAND NEEEEEWWW--

Freddy Whoa: NO! Singh had both feet on the ropes! Singh was using the ropes for leverage and Moses saw it!

Zach Davis: Did he even need to?!

Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure he did! I thought that was three either way but it doesn’t matter, because Moses is have none of it! It looks like somebody else thought it was over too!

Captain Pantheon was already up on the apron, ready to celebrate with his tag partner. Moses is now heading over to Captain, barking at him to get down off the apron. As he does, Singh reaches quickly into his tights for a pair of gold knucks.

Zach Davis: MIDAS TOUCH!

Freddy Whoa: No! It’s blocked by Flash!

The gold knucks fall off Singh’s hand when his swing is blocked and in one swift movement, Flash snatches them up, puts them on and with every ounce of strength he can muster…

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH! SUDDEN FLASH WITH THE KNUCKS! HOLY SHIT!

Joey tosses the evidence out of the ring before limping over to Ref Moses and pulling him away from the commotion with Captain Pantheon. Flash hooks the leg…

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Zach Davis: That’s it! Flash stole this one from Thievin Steven! He turned back the upstart and has retained his WCF World Championship!

With the final bell came the earth-shattering realisation to Steven Singh that this had all just been the stuff of dreams. He lies on the canvas exhausted and unable to stand as Joey is presented the belt and announced as still being the holder of the World Championship, much to the disliking of the hostile crowd that have been packed into this building like sardines into a tin and charged their hard-earned money to see yet another night end with Joey Flash standing tall above everybody else.

The camera spans the crowd. Most have taken arms by throwing a variety of trash towards the ring. First it was just scrunched up popcorn containers and hotdogs. But, eventually came the soda cans and other miscellaneous artillery. Taking position on the second turnbuckle and facing South-West, Flash raises the grandest prize in this business one final time as Captain Pantheon rolls under the bottom rope and starts trying to tend to his friend’s pains.

Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon’s out here now trying to get Steven Singh up to his feet, but I don’t think Singh even wants to be standing right now.

Freddy Whoa: Still, at least he’s out here to support his friend. Where were Pantheon during the moments in this match when Joey could have used some assistance?

Zach Davis: In the back, watching on a monitor. Confident and trusting in Joey’s abilities and status as best in the world.

Thunderous boos still resonate as Captain Pantheon leaves Singh on the floor to seemingly sulk and tries to start a slow-clap in the middle of the ring; trying to get the crowd to applaud both men’s efforts in this bout.

Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon won the flag match, taking the flag of Pantheon. Tonight, he witnessed his Tag Team Champion partner fall to the fist of Joey Flash. You've got to wonder where Captain Pantheon's loyalties really lie after tonight, don't you?

Rise Up fades to black.

Table of Contents

Rise Up Intro

Jack Timbers vs Vic Vegas vs Menaki vs Lachlan Rhodes

Jaymz Segment

No Time Limit: Jay West vs Captain Rump vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

Falls Count Anywhere Match: Amber Lynn vs HB vs Dark Angel

Bar Room Brawl: Tom Frost vs Rumpke

Wade Moor Segment

Vinnie Jones vs Ethan King

Alpha Title Match: Jaice Wilds vs Jason O'Neal

Jared Holmes/Johnny Rabid vs Dion Necurat/Psychopomp vs Bishop/Priest

People's Title Match: Udy vs Stalker vs Adrian Archer vs Kevin Bishop

Adam's Rules Match: Adam Young vs Jason Cash

Flag Match: Captain Pantheon vs Captain Bruddahhood

Internet Title Contendership Match: Kidd Krazzy vs Dag Riddik

Television Title Match: Adam Burnett vs Sebastian Knight

Internet Title Match: Katherine Phoenix vs Teddy Blaze

Gravedigger vs Wade Moor

Hardcore Title Match: Andre Holmes vs Crazy J

Ladder Match: Final Destination on the Line: FPV vs David Sanchez

World Title Match
Steven Singh vs Joey Flash

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Jaymz
Match:
Andre Holmes vs Crazy J
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Television:
Sebastian Knight
Hardcore:
Crazy J
People's:
Kevin Bishop
Internet:
Teddy Blaze
Alpha:
Jason O'Neal
Tag Team:
Cap 'N Crook
Trios:
#beachkrew