1/12/2014


Ultimate Showdown Intro

The camera opens in a small workshop. The sound of drilling is audible, as flashes of light go on and off intermittently. Small tools are scattered all over wooden tables, and there is a general feel of disarray in the scene. This is one scene that has appeared on WCF television for the past three weeks - and it is evident that the end to this mystery is coming soon. The set is mostly the same as the previous weeks, but this time round, things are EVEN messier. Wood chips, screws, metallic foil, and other miscellaneous equipment are thrown around the floor.

The camera pans to the left, revealing the mystery masked man standing behind a table. Where in the past was a partially hidden project, this time, on the table lies a small box. Even through his chemical suit, it is apparent that the man is gleeful. Elated. Jubilant that his project has finally ended. A few tense seconds pass, before in front of the camera, the man pulls off his gas mask.

Only to reveal…

WCF Tag Team Champion Doctor Remus Micayle.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Finally… after four hard weeks of work, my project-NAY! My masterpiece… is completed!

His smile broadening by the second, the Scientist raises his voice to dramatise the entire situation.

Doctor Remus Micayle: In front of me lies the result of science. The zenith of humanity’s accomplishments. The climax of ingenuity. Despite the odds, I, Doctor Micayle, managed to beat them, and advance scientific progress to the next stage!

Slowly, he moves his hand to the box. His eyes twinkle as he teases opening the box.

Doctor Remus Micayle: When Nathan von Liebert returned to the WCF, everyone was in shock. The Red Hand is back! Or rather… the Former Red Hand? Whatever happened to his once-ominous limb? Did he get trapped in a factory accident? Did a wild dog chew it off? Or was he a casualty of the Gaza conflict? Nobody knows the truth but Nathan, and it falls to him to educate the masses on his tragic loss. Him, and only him, can tell the story.

His enthusiasm is catching.

Doctor Remus Micayle: An awful event it may be for him. But LUCKILY for him, he had the fortune of making the acquaintance of a superior man like myself. Needless to say, my sympathy immediately went to dear Nathan. My heart could not bear the sight of a young man, crippled so cruelly by the world. And hence… I said to myself, I needed to make this right.

Doctor Remus Micayle: A man so feared by the world cannot be forced to live with such a handicap. Not on my watch. And so…

The moment has come. The camera zooms in to the box as Micayle gradually opens it up. The soft tinkling of metal rings, as whatever is contained is finally revealed to the world. As the lid lifts off, Micayle announces at the top of his voice.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Behold! Made from the most lustrous transition metals known to mankind, from this day on, this… weapon belong to one of the most spectacular wrestlers known to mankind. Low in density, high in tensile strength, and resistant to almost all forms of foreign matter corrosion, I present to you, the WCF Galaxy… the NEW hand!

The cameraman zooms even closer to the contents of the box. Sitting magnificently on a soft bed of canvas lies a metallic marvel that puts even the modern-day satellites sitting in outer space to shame. Shining with a pristine shine that could only fit a man of true value and valour, the cyborg hand replacement can only be described with one word… menace.

And saying that Nathan von Liebert is menacing with this new contraception is nothing but an understatement. The camera pans back up to the grinning face of the Scientist.

Doctor Remus Micayle: The Devil’s Red Hand is back. And better than ever. Count on it tonight.

The scene then fades to black, with the show ready to officially begin.

Arabella Montgomery vs Maddog Diamond vs The Ultimate Destroyer vs Isaiah Chavis

Zach Davis: All right fans, it's time to kick off the in-ring action! Our first match of the night is sure to set the tone for the rest of the evening!

Erin Robbins: What, it's going to suck? I doubt that, considering we have the biggest Ultimate Showdown in WCF history as the main event.

Zach Davis: Yes we do, and I'm sure everyone watching at home is just as excited as I am to see who is going to walk out of East Rutherford as the WCF World Champion!

Erin Robbins: If it's not Remus Micayle or Zombie McMorris, I don't care.

"Cupid Carries A Gun" by Marilyn Manson bellows over the P.A. system as smoke fills both the entrance and ramp way. The lights repeatedly flicker as the smoke begins to clear, revealing Arabella Montgomery midway down the ramp. As she reaches the ring, a black cauldron begins lowering into the center of the ring. Smoke flows over the smoldering cauldron as Arabella slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes her way to the cauldron before kneeling down next to it.

Zach Davis: Arabella Montgomery had a strong showing against ZMAC at Slam last week. If she brings that level of competition to the ring tonight, she's sure to walk away with a victory.

Erin Robbins: Please. McMorris was just playing with her; making her feel like she stood a chance before he destroyed her with the Deuce and a Half. Now look where she is; jerking the curtain, and warming up the crowd with the rest of the losers.

Arabella moves to her corner as the cauldron is retracted back up to the rafters. "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park begins to play, and Maddog "Dean" Diamond steps out onto the stage. He slaps a few hands on either side of the ramp as he makes his way to the ring, then slides into the ring, and takes the time to mount all four corners to play to the crowd.

Zach Davis: Diamond coming off an embarrassing loss last week to the unusual team of Isaiah Chavis and Michael Easton. No doubt Diamond's partner in that match, one Jay Omega, is livid at suffering two in a row at Easton's hands.

Erin Robbins: Omega wasn't the one pinned in either of those matches, that's got to count for something, right?

"Down With Us" by Twiztid begins to bump over the P.A. system, and Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp. He throws his fists in the air, and encourages the crowd to make more noise as he jumps up and down.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He hails from Detroit Michigan. He is the Juggalo Warrior... Isaiah Chavis!

Isaiah dances down to the bottom of the ramp, and stops. HE slaps the floor, and then raises his hands up, one making a "W" sign and one making a "C". He lets out a loud "Whoop whoop" which is returned by a small section of the crowd. He smiles at the group of painted fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He pops up and runs over to the corner. He leaps into the air, and lands on the top turnbuckle, using his hands only a little to steady himself. Once he finds his balance, he stands tall, throwing his fists up in the air as the crowd cheers. He lowers his arms, and does a backflip off the top rope, stumbling a bit, but landing on his feet. Isaiah leans against the turnbuckle with a cocky smirk as his music dies.

Zach Davis: The Juggalo Warrior has the momentum coming into this match, as he is the only participant to have won last week.

Erin Robbins: And against Maddog, no less. I'm sure we'll see those two going at it in full force.

Zach Davis: No doubt, Erin. Diamond wasn't too happy at how things turned out.

An air raid siren blares through the arena, and a quartet of stagehands wheel a large steel box down the ramp. Once at ringside, three of the stagehands hightail it back up the ramp, while the fourth fumbles with a set of keys. The box starts shaking violently at the stagehand manages to unlock the clasp holding the door shut, then he too takes off back up the ramp. The door flies open, and the Ultimate Destroyer bursts out of the box, slides into the ring, and goes straight for Arabella Montgomery before the bell even rings.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

(DING DING DING!)

Maddog and Chavis lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, while the Destroyer backs Arabella into the corner with heavy right hands. Diamond transitions into a side headlock, but Isaiah slips out and turns it into a hammerlock. The ref tries to force the Destroyer to let Arabella out of the corner, and barely ducks a wild swing from the behemoth. The official gets in the Destroyer's face, telling him in no uncertain terms how close he came to being disqualified, and the huge man answers with a bellow that has the zebra backing up. Montgomery gives herself a shake, and comes out of the corner with a chop block, dropping the Destroyer to a knee. Maddog elbows his way out of the hammerlock, then fires the Juggalo Warrior into the corner.

Zach Davis: Arabella coming off the ropes with a full head of steam, and she drives both feet into the Ultimate Destroyer's face with a dropkick! That'll loosen some teeth!

Erin Robbins: It only dazed him, though. She's a hefty girl, but she's not big enough to take down a guy the Destroyer's size.

Zach Davis: What do you mean, hefty?

Erin Robbins: She's a porker. You know? Fat? Big-boned? Gravitationally gifted?

Zach Davis: Is that jealousy I hear?

Diamond barrels into the corner looking for a clothesline, but finds nobody home as Isaiah drop out of the way. Chavis quickly grabs Maddog as he bounces off the turnbuckles, and rolls him up in a schoolboy.

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Kickout!

Zach Davis: Chavis trying to steal one, there.

Erin Robbins: Typical gang mentality.

Zach Davis: You know as well as I do that Isaiah has forsaken his life of crime.

Erin Robbins: I'll believe that when ICE Beckman quits drinking.

The Ultimate Destroyer climbs to his feet as Arabella shoots the ropes again. Montgomery leaps into the air, but the Destroyer catches her crossbody attempt with ease, then drives her back against the top turnbuckle twice before he dumps her over the top rope to the floor. With a roar of primal rage, the Destroyer charges across the ring to where Chavis and Diamond have regained their feet, and mows down both men with a massive shoulder block. The Destroyer hauls Isaiah to his feet in a single motion, and hurls him into the corner. Maddog receives similar treatment, being fired into the corner opposite Chavis. The Ultimate Destroyer stalks in a circle, then explodes into motion; bolting across the ring to flatten Chavis against the turnbuckles, then reversing direction to slam into Diamond as the Juggalo Warrior slumps to the mat.

Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer living up to his name; there are bodies everywhere!

Erin Robbins: And with no one left standing, he's turning his eyes to the ref. Is he really going to be stupid enough to get himself DQ'ed?

So it would seem, as the Destroyer takes a lumbering step toward the referee. The official is saved by Arabella, though, who appears like magic; springboarding off the top rope and back into the ring with a huge missile dropkick to the back of the Destroyer's head. Off-balance, the enormous man stumbles forward as Isaiah Chavis pulls himself up in the corner, and hits a low dropkick to the knee which puts the big man down in a kneeling position again. Maddog also gets up, then runs forward to flip over the Destroyer's head, driving the man's face into the mat with a rolling neck snap. The Ultimate Destroyer struggles to get back to his feet, but all three other competitors lay into him with a deluge of stomps, keeping him on the canvas. Diamond is the first to break the informal alliance, turning on Chavis with a hard right hand, followed by a pair of forearm smashes that drive Isaiah back into the ropes. Montgomery lands a few more stomps on the Destroyer, then runs over, and crashes into Maddog's back with a double axe handle. Arabella and Chavis each take an arm, and the pair of them whip Diamond into the opposite ropes, then catch him on the rebound with a huge double flapjack.

Zach Davis: Arabella and Isaiah showing some good teamwork here, but this isn't a tag match. In the end, only one person will get their hand raised.

Erin Robbins: That's nice. Wake me up when the Showdown starts.

Isaiah quickly moves to lock in an armbar with a headscissors, but gets stopped by a kick to the head from Arabella. She then takes hold of Maddog herself, and torques on his neck with a Dragon Sleeper. Chavis rolls over to the ropes, and starts to pull himself up, while the Ultimate Destroyer pushes himself up to all fours. Diamond flails around in the center of the ring, trying to escape the hold with everything he's got, and Arabella gives his neck an extra crank. Isaiah dives in to break it up, and Maddog quickly vacates the ring. The Ultimate Destroyer surges up to his feet with another bellow, then flattens Arabella and Chavis with a double clothesline. He runs to the ropes for momentum, and goes toppling down to the floor as Diamond pulls on the top rope. Maddog climbs back into the ring, and hoists Isaiah up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Chavis starts squirming, and fires off elbows and knees to daze Diamond, then slips off behind him, and hits the ropes. Maddog turns around, and gets a face full of foot from the Juggalo Warrior.

Zach Davis: Wicked Kick! Chavis just turned Maddog inside out with that boot upside the skull!

Arabella slowly gets to unsteady feet, looking in the wrong direction, and Isaiah leaps into the air, then takes her down with the Mighty Death Pop before he scrambles into a cover.

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(DING DING DING!)

Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis keeps his momentum strong with a big win here tonight!

Erin Robbins: So what? Do you think a win over these three is going to impress anyone in the back? Not likely.

Anthony Douglas Segment

“Devil’s Dance” his the arena to a more negative than positive reaction from the crowd. Anthony Douglas Douglas comes out from the crowd, hops the railing and points at Zack.

Zach Davis: I don’t want any trouble, psycho.

Erin Robbins: Apparently, Douglas does.

Anthony Douglas flips off Zack, grabs a microphone and slides into the ring, a look of intense hatred and irate in his eyes. He takes off his black leather duster and throws it to the outside. Anthony Douglas points to the back area, pacing while he talks.

Anthony Douglas: Two pieces of crap. . .finished! Silver Foot in his ass Robert Wolf . . .finished! Tonight, in front of all of you, I give a promise or two to Jay Omega. First, I promise you I won’t lay a hand on you until our match tonight. But, the second on part of your body crosses the rope, your ass belongs the Wolverine and there ain’t nothing you or anyone else in this taco stand can do about it.

The crowd cheers that, but there is still more boo than cheer. Anthony Douglas looks at Zack Davis and points at him.

Anthony Douglas: Since you and your little ass clown friend over there. . .

Zach Davis: Now, wait a minute. . .

Anthony Douglas: I’d stay seated if you were you, son! Since you two mouth pieces are the spokesman for this lump of sh*t called the WCF, pass on a message: Anthony Douglas Douglas is declaring war on the CWF. It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter where and it certainly doesn’t matter when. . .

Anthony Douglas points to the back.

Anthony Douglas: There isn’t a CWF wrestler right now or in the future that isn’t on the sh*t list of Anthony Douglas Douglas. I don’t care if you’ll help me, hurt me, stand in my way or let me pass. . .Anthony Douglas Douglas has no friends, I don’t have any compassion and I’m planning on turning this turd factory upside until I get what I want, and that the World Champion, whoever that asshole is at the time, in a match, and that’s my match, for the WCF Championship!

The crowd reacts to that.

Erin Robbins: I thought he didn’t care about championships?

Zach Davis: Apparently he does now!

Anthony Douglas: I don’t care who wins tonight in that match, the second it’s over, they better look over their shoulder. Anthony Douglas Douglas is gunning for them and when I get the shot, you’re looking at the next WCF Champion.

Anthony Douglas points to the back.

Anthony Douglas: Now, on to more pressing matters. . .Seth, in his ultimate wisdom, has decided to commit professional suicide by putting in a fight for the #1 contender for the United States title. I don't know if he's trying to butter me up, kiss my ass or soften me for something, but I'll take your little match. I'll beat his little ass. I'll walk into the United States Championship, dip it in bullshit and feed you exactly what I've dealt with for eleven years.

Zach Davis: Big talk from someone who just arrived..

Erin Robbins: Talk big, think big, win big. It works.

Anthony Douglas: Tonight, I fight Jay Omega. Hard head and all. Son, listening to you speak gives me cancer.

Zack laughs.

Anthony Douglas: Jay Omega, Seth put you in a fight with someone you think you are, but aren't. You have shit to lose, son. I don't. You have pride, shame. . .I have none. You have a crap load of bullshit to live up to. You think you have nothing left to prove. Horseshit, son. You are trying to prove to the world you wear your ovaries on the outside.

The crowd boos even louder than before. Anthony Douglas holds up his hand.

Anthony Douglas: It doesn't matter if these people here cheer me because I'm fighting a bad guy. Or hate me because I'm fighting a good guy. I don't give a rat's ass about any of them, any of you in the back and least of all myself. Jay, you spoke alot of shit to me, but it means nothing. You're just part of the world and that world needs to burn. Everything burns.

Zach Davis: What is he talking about?

Anthony Douglas: You see, Jay. . .Seth decided to piss off someone who doesn’t give a sh*t anymore and it’s lesson time for you. Stupidity hurts and Seth needs to be taught that. So, Jay, put your faith in God, say whatever prayer you want to say, watch Anthony Douglas Douglas whip your "I have nothing to prove anymore" ass from pillar to post and I promise, I give you my word, you’ll be a better man for it. And when you're down on the ground looking up, you can tell your grandchildren that reason you can't eat solid foods is because Anthony Douglas Douglas wiped your sliver spoon having ass until you couldn't stand.

Anthony Douglas throws the microphone into the insanely booing crowd. “Devil's Dance” by Metallica plays as Anthony Douglas walks up the ramp and into the back.

Rebellion vs John Thomas vs Alex Jones

We come back from commercial with a shot of senior referee Stanley Moser in the ring trying to keep John Thomas and Rebellion separated as Rebellion's music continues to play over the speakers.

Zach Davis: Welcome back to Slam ladies and gentlemen. If you're wondering what happened during our commercial break that has these two so fired up, feel free to check the WCF App for an exclusive look at what our live crowd saw.

Erin Robbins: We have an app?

Zach Davis: That's what I'm told. I'm as surprised as you are.

Erin Robbins: Hmm. That seems like something you'd think we'd have heard about. Many times.

Rebellion's music fades out as the referee finally gets the two to back off.

Story of the Years "The children sing" blares out. Alex Jones comes out from the back in his wrestling gear and his long blonde hair wet and slicked back. His body covered with a sleeveless coat baring his Dragon Icon on the back.

Kyle Steel: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 225 pounds...ALEX JONES!

Alex runs and slides into the ring before popping up to his feet, he steps to the corner and throws his arms up and outward in a Jesus like pose.

Zach Davis: Are you ready for some action?

Erin Robbins: Hell yeah! Let's do this!

[DING! DING! DING!]

The bell sounds and Thomas and Rebellion go right after each other. Jones seems quite content as he leans back against the corner and watches.

Zach Davis: Well there's a smart strategy by the man that calls himself The Black Dragon. Let the two other guys beat each other up and stay fresh.

Rebellion and Thomas lock up in the center of the ring, with Rebellion quickly taking control. Rebellion with a rear waistlock before shoving Thomas into the ropes. Thomas comes back Rebellion levels him with a clothesline. Rebellion with a pose to the crowd as Thomas clutches his chest. Rebellion still hamming it up as Jones pushes himself out of the corner. Rebellion turns back around to pull Thomas upright and it's Jones from out of nowhere with a spear.

Erin Robbins: What a spear!

Thomas pushing himself up from the mat and he gets an enzuigiri to the head from Jones for his troubles. Jones back up on his feet and he's looking back and forth at both men like "Are you serious? This is it?". Rebellion now trying to push himself up onto his hands and knees. Jones charges and jumps up in the air, coming down with a double stomp to the back of the head.

Zach Davis: The humanity!

Thomas again trying to get back up to his feet but Jones shoves him back down onto the mat before going for the AJ Lock.

Erin Robbins: Is this it? Is it over already?

Thomas desperately searches for the ropes but he's in the center of the ring. With no other option, Thomas begins tapping out. The referee signals for the bell but Jones isn't letting go. It takes the referee pulling him off of Thomas to get him to let go.

"The Children Sing" hits the speakers as Jones kicks Thomas away from him and gets up to his feet. The referee tries to raise Jones' arm but he shoves him away. Jones exiting the ring and heading up the ramp as his music continues to play.

Zach Davis: Well that was interesting. Jones with the quick win but he didn't look at all happy with the lack of effort by John Thomas and Rebellion.

Erin Robbins: Some guys just like a challenge I guess.

Slam goes to commercial as Jones disappears into the back.

Natural ICE Beckman Segment

The camera cuts from the arena shot to the back where Natural ICE Beckman is talking to a WCF backstage producer about something.

Zach Davis: What is this all about?

Erin Robbins: Probably some annoying fans who want the great ICE's autograph or something like that.

The camera pans in closer so we can here the two talking.

ICE: Just five minutes.

WCF Producer: I am sorry I can't let you speak with the referee before the main event tonight.

ICE: I just want to talk to him and make sure he understands what is fair. You can trust me.

WCF Producer: Um, no, no I can't...sorry ICE, it's a no.

ICE is about to grab the producer as he tries to walk away when Beckman turns his attention to something off screen, and the camera pans over to reveal Jay Omega standing nearby in his street clothes, giving ICE a once over. The United States Champion returns the look, then tilts his head.

ICE Beckman: Am I wearing something of yours?

Jay Omega: Nah, I don't think my clothes would fit you. You do have something I want, though.

ICE glances at his title belt, then back at Omega.

ICE Beckman: Get in line.

Jay Omega: Haven't you heard? I'm at the front of that line. But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm here to make a trade--

Jay cuts off as Beckman laughs at him.

ICE Beckman: I doubt you've got anything I want.

Jay Omega: Oh, I don't know about that.

Omega holds up a six-pack of aluminum cans, the label proclaiming it Whoop Ass beer.

Jay Omega: You're the kind of guy who appreciates a good brew, ain't ya? I give you beer, you let me take the camera. Sound good?

The United States Champion narrows his eyes in suspicion, his gaze flicks back and forth between the six-pack, and Omega's smiling face.

ICE Beckman: What's the catch? Is it drugged?

Jay Omega: What? No!

ICE Beckman: Damn. Fuck it, why not? I've only had eight, anyway.

Jay grins broadly as Beckman takes the six-pack. ICE immediately pulls one free, pops the top, and slams it back. Omega's face takes on an impressed expression as Beckman lowers the empty can a few moments later, and crushes it in his hand. ICE nods with a pleased look, then turns, and begins to walk away when Omega calls after him.

Jay Omega: Oh, one last thing! If anyone asks, you took that from Livewire, savvy?

The last image of Beckman we see before he leaves the frame, is him flipping Omega off over his shoulder. The camera then centers on Omega, who turns to face it. He pulls a pad of paper and a pen from his hip pocket, then scribbles down Beckman's name, and approximate height and weight. He replaces the pad in his pocket, then from the other hip pocket, he pulls out a well-worn, black leather mask. Omega regards the mask for a moment in uncertainty, then takes a deep breath, and slips it into place over his face. A full body shudder runs from his head to his feet, and his hands clench into white-knuckled fists at his sides. His voice goes from laid-back to dripping venom in the space of a heartbeat, and he turns a gaze full of hatred at the camera.

Jay Omega: War is coming. The truest test of a man's physical limits. Many will enter, all will leave, save one. Anthony Douglas will not be that one. Anthony will be lucky to make it to War at all. He'll be lucky if he makes it to the hospital in time, tonight. There will be no showmanship on display, and there will be no mercy, either. Anthony won't be my first victim, nor will he be my last. But he will be a victim. Prepare yourselves, if you can, for what has been let loose once again. The Hardcore Maniac takes no prisoners, and offers no quarter.

Internet Title Contendership Match
Mech-Ana vs Lone Borg Drone

"We are the Borg" hits as Lone Borg Drone starts to make his way to the ring.

Kyle Steel: This contest s a #1 contender's match where the winner receives a shot at the WCF Internet Championship. Introducing first, born in Syracuse, New York, weighing in at 288 pounds.... Lone Borg Drone!

Erin Robbins: Are you kidding me with this match? We're going to go all cybertech to determine who gets an Internet title shot?

Zach Davis: It would appear so. I think this si going to be a very interesting match, personally. This should be fun.

Hemotopia by Otep plays over the PA as the lights shut down leaving one spotlight on the stage. A metal casket gets wheeled out on stage by faceless assistants before being taken down to the ring. One of them walks around to the front and opens the doors with a key. The doors slowly open with smoke flowing from the inside as Mech-Ana "activates". Her head suddenly shoots up as she walks from her metal home sliding into the ring and to her feet

Kyle Steel: And hailing from an unknown lab, weighing in at 250 pounds, this is Mech-Ana!

Zach Davis: Mech-Ana was quite the impressive competitor last week, but I'm wondering how she's going to fare against someone that's.... I guess you can say.... from her own backyard....

Erin Robbins: Why? Because they're both "cybertech"? Come on! Mech-Ana is far better than this Drone wannabe! If he was so good, he'd have blown up my house by now.

Zach Davis: Actually, I think some fans would like that....

Erin Robbins: Whatever! The match is about to start!

DING! DING! DING!

Mech-Ana kicks off this match with the momentum she had going into this match and charges towards Lone Borg Drone. Borg though knows a thing or two and quickly aims to ground her right in her tracks but as Lone Borg Drone goes to apply a wall for Mech-Ana, Mech-Ana leaps into the air and rebounds off the second rope, turning and hitting Lone Borg Drone with a springboard dropkick to open up the match. The crowd is to their feet as Mech-Ana is still firing on all cylinders. She quickly follows up with a standing moonsault that connects with force right on top of Lone Borg Drone. She rolls off and is still psyched looking to keep the momentum going in her favor. She brings Lone Borg Drone back up to her feet and looks to keep going and runs towards the ropes; she bounces back and coming with a full head of steam only to be stopped by a forearm smash that completely stops Mech-Ana and drops her to the ground. Lone Borg Drone smirks and sees that Mech-Ana is hit hard from the impact and lays there clutching her head. Lone Borg Drone brings Mech-Ana to her feet. Lone Borg Drone then hooks one of Mech-Ana’s arms over his head and swiftly lifts her into the air. He holds her there for a few seconds before straight dropping her head hard into the ground with a brainbuster and hovers over top of Mech-Ana for the cover.

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Barely a two count as Mech-Ana kicks out easily. Lone Borg Drone gets back to his feet and Mech-Ana rolls away. Lone Borg Drone smirks and goes and grabs a hold of Mech-Ana and brings her back to her feet. Lone Borg Drone goes to toss Mech-Ana into the turnbuckle but Mech-Ana uses her quickness and leaps up to the second turnbuckle and leaps towards Lone Borg Drone and grabs a hold of his arm and throws him with a spinning arm drag that sends Lone Borg Drone flying across the ring. Mech-Ana gets back to her feet and heads towards the turnbuckle where Lone Borg Drone is laying motionless and hops up to the turnbuckle and quickly leaps off and connects with a body splash and holds for the cover.

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Lone Borg Drone kicks out realizing he was in a bad spot. Mech-Ana gets back to her feet.

Zach Davis: Well, despite all the work in the lab, there's no doubt that Mech-Ana hasn't lost much speed and quickness!

Erin Robbins: I want to see her powerslam somebody! That would be epic!

The two wrestlers are back to their feet, Mech-Ana looking like the better wrestler of the two thus far and looking to keep it that way against Lone Borg Drone. The two wrestlers hook up in the center of the ring and Mech-Ana looks to take the advantage once again but the experience from Lone Borg Drone seems to give him the advantage instead and Lone Borg Drone quickly moves around and hooks Mech-Ana up for a snap suplex with the whip snapping on Mech-Ana’s back hard as she hits the mat. Lone Borg Drone gets to his feet and heads towards the middle rope. He takes his time before leaping into the air and attempting a leg drop that goes for naught as Mech-Ana manages to roll out of the way and Lone Borg Drone crashes hard onto the ground. Lone Borg Drone just sits there but gets met with mad kicks as she connects with kick after kick to the face of Lone Borg Drone. After a couple more, Mech-Ana just drop kicks Lone Borg Drone’ head and it send him straight down. Mech-Ana follows up by bringing Lone Borg Drone to his feet and lunges towards the ropes again, she comes flying back and Lone Borg Drone looks to counter again but this time, Mech-Ana is too quick and ducks under the attack and bounces off the ropes and connects with a Spinning Heelkick and finishes it off with an enziguri that sends Lone Borg Drone flying. Mech-Ana is really feeling it now and she heads towards the top rope. She climbs up and stares downwards towards Lone Borg Drone before leaping into the air and connecting with the double foot stomp on a prone Lone Borg Drone and rolls away. Mech-Ana slides over quickly and hooks the leg.

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Lone Borg Drone finds a way to kickout and Mech-Ana looks almost frustrated. She thought she had this one sealed up but Lone Borg Drone has other ideas in his head. Mech-Ana just gets back to her feet and backs away slowly trying to figure out what to do. Lone Borg Drone slowly begins to come around and get back to his feet knowing he’s got Mech-Ana thinking about what’s going on. Mech-Ana gets Borg off the mat, but the Drone comes back with an elbow to the chest. He's able to lift Mech-Ana up off the mat and take her down with a vertical suplex right into a cover!

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Mech-Ana kicks out! Lone Borg Drone takes a step back, allowing Mech-Ana to have a breather. She's able to stand but still seems concerned about what her next move will be as Lone Borg Drone is fully up to his feet and staring right at Mech-Ana. Lone Borg Drone smirks slightly as Mech-Ana comes towards Lone Borg Drone looking to end this match but Lone Borg Drone counters and grabs a hold of Mech-Ana’s head and drops her with a DDT that spikes Mech-Ana’s head into the ground. Lone Borg Drone then drags Mech-Ana’ body over towards the turnbuckle and sits her against the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Lone Borg Drone backs away slightly as the ref talks to him for a couple seconds. Lone Borg Drone assures the ref that everything is fine before charging towards Mech-Ana and kicking her straight in the head that just almost takes it off. Lone Borg Drone just steps back smirking as he can feel it now. He just stalks Mech-Ana as she is slow to her feet but Lone Borg Drone is patient and waits for Mech-Ana to come around. Mech-Ana slowly begins to get up and as Mech-Ana gets to her feet, Lone Borg Drone lunges forward and looks for a clothesline but Mech-Ana ducks under it and connects with her spinning back fist that sends Lone Borg Drone to the ground. Mech-Ana measures Lone Borg Drone as he gets up. Mech-Ana kicks him in the gut and lifts him up off the mat. The crowd explodes as she brings him down with a POWERSLAM!

Zach Davis: POWERSLAM BY MECH-ANA! HOLY SHIT! Whoever worked on her back in the lab DEFINITELY did one hell of a job!

Erin Robbins: Fucking! Epic!

Mech-Ana goes for the cover....

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KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: She's still going to have to do a little more work, but she's definitely in control now.

Erin Robbins: I have a feeling this battle of machine vs. machine is going to end soon!

Lone Borg Drone stumbles up... and Mech-Ana grabs him by the throat.

Zach Davis: DEATH LOK! SHE HITS IT!

Erin Robbins: Do choke moves even hurt... drones?

Either way, she pins him, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: MECH-ANA WINS IT!

Mech-Ana's music hits.. ugh, Otep. Anyway, fuckin' Otep plays as Ana gets up and gets her arm raised.

Team Science Segment

The camera opens backstage in the communal locker room. Doctor Remus Micayle, already changed into his ring attire, is seated on a bench, busy taping up his knuckles. Upon closer inspection, remnants of his brutal assault last week can still be seen. The dark bruises on his face have still yet to heal, while penny-sized blotches of discoloured blood spot his upper torso. It is apparent that the man is in pain.

A cough breaks the silence, as Micayle’s head swivels to the side. The camera pans left to reveal his tag team partner, the other half of the WCF Tag Team Championships, opponent for the Ultimate Showdown match later on, and most recently, the recipient of the Scientist’s generous gift. Nathan von Liebert strides into the locker room, his once-prominent stump now replaced with the cyborg hand that Micayle has designed for him. Also already in his ring attire, the former First Apostle walks towards Micayle, who in turn stands up to greet him.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Nathan.

NvL inclines his head, before raising his new hand up in the air. Both men stare at it.

Nathan von Liebert: Thank you for the gift. It’s… extraordinary.

He clutches the fingers of the contraception. The crunch that resonates around the room is clearly audible.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I’m sure you’ll put it to great use. The fools in the Showdown mock you for your… disability. Now it’s time to put the fear of science back into them.

NvL lowers his hand, before locking eyes with the Scientist.

Nathan von Liebert: Indeed. How are you feeling?

Micayle’s face immediately blackens.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Sure as hell a whole lot weaker than I otherwise would have been. If I had seen that brainless harridan coming, it would have been a whole lot different. Facing you and eight other wrestlers is no mean feat on a normal day, much less…

His voice fades off, as he gestures towards his face. NvL smirks at that, before folding his arms.

Nathan von Liebert: Which brings me to my second point. We have had a good run together, but let’s be pragmatic. By the end of the night… it is more likely than not that our run as Tag Team Champions will come to an end. I came by tonight to wish you luck for the match later on. Because face it… Scientist, if it comes down to you and me in the final two, expect me to drop you on your head. That World Championship is coming home with me tonight.

Micayle barks out a laugh at that statement.

Doctor Remus Micayle: As I would have expected. Rest assured, Nathan, we ARE going to end up the final two in tonight’s bout. But I’ll have to disagree with you on that, dear partner. There is no way in hell that a nook like you will be able to overcome a TRUE man of science like myself. You can cut off my head and I’ll still pin you five ways before you can even hit a punch at me.

A glint in Nathan’s eyes, the former World Champion shakes his head in pity.

Nathan von Liebert: We’ll see.

The camera fades to black as both men start sizing up one another.

Anthony Daniels Promo

Anthony stands in front of a tarped studio with a fire in a barrel burning. He is shirtless, in his leather duster, wearing black jeans.

Anthony Douglas: Face paint. What the hell is this all about, Jay? You aren't in Vegas, son. Skater wear and army boots. What horseshit!

Anthony kicks over the barrel and the contents spew everywhere, lighting the tarp on fire.

Anthony Douglas: You came back to wrestling to continue a legacy. Anthony Douglas is going to make your life a living nightmare. You claim you don't beg for mercy. You will beg for mercy but you aren't going to find any. On your best day, you aren't worthy of licking the shit from my boots because that's all you know how to do.

Anthony looks into the camera and smiles a "cat ate the canary" smile.

Anthony Douglas: You claim you have nothing left to prove to anyone. Whatever! You came back to prove that you still have it. First thing you need to do is reach into that empty sack you call a ballbag and dig out some of that courage you had in your prime. I will kick your sliver spoon having ass all over the arena.

Anthony walks into a large empty room.

Anthony Douglas: You know, Jay, the entire world knows you left wrestling because you developed a yellow streak wider than the Grand Canyon. You got your ass kicked back to where ever the hell Maritopia is. You couldn't face yourself, so you ran away in shame. All you have now is the memory of a piece of crap that, on his best day, can't get the job done.

Dogs start barking as Anthony passes a wolverine snarling at him from a cage.

Anthony Douglas: You ran from wrestling because you couldn't hack it. I am not flashy. I don't put on performance. What I will do is take eleven years of horror and being completely pissed off at the world out on your ass all night long!

Anthony looks at the wolverine.

Anthony Douglas: Jay, after the match, you can run away back into your little cave, look yourself in the mirror, hide your head in your pillow and cry yourself to sleep knowing that at the Izod Center, you were beaten down and broken by the better man. A real man! Then you can walk away again, since Anthony Douglas will give you the piece of mind that you have nothing to prove to anyone because you are completely worthless.

"Devil's Dance" plays as Anthony just starts laughing.

People's Title Contendership Match
Steeltoe Joe vs Louis Bartkowski

Zach Davis: Here we are! It's time for the People Title contendership match! The Mad Man Louis Bartkowski takes on the returning STJ!

Erin Robbins: Can Bartkowski get the upset?

Zach Davis: Against STJ in a Peoples Title match? He just might!

“ Mad Man” Hits the PA system as smoke and sparks fill the entrance way. The Mad Man walks out onto the stage, punching and slapping himself in the head to psyche himself up. The crow chants “ Mad Man” as Kyle Steel introduces him.

Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio. Standing five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds.. The Cleveland Mad Man !!

The Mad Man walks up the steel steps and into the ring, posing in front of a large “ M “ that flares up in fireworks.

Zach Davis: Possible contender to the Peoples Title thrown.

The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.

Erin Robbins: But there is the man who built an empire with the Peoples title. STJ is back and I'm sure he wants his title from whoever has the misfortune of walking out of the Showdown with it.

DING DING

Bartkowski comes at STJ with a go behind into German suplex. He tries from a back body drop but STJ flips backwards and lands on his feet. Bartkowski steps behind STJ again and hits a Russian leg sweep.

Zach Davis: Bartkowski taunting the crowd. Hes up on the turn buckle.

STJ gets up and comes up behind Bartkowski, lifting him off the turnbuckle and puts him in a torture rack!

Erin Robbins: Steel-Mill. Will Bartkowski tap?

NOO!! Bartkowski manages to grab the ropes and pull himself off of STJ and lands on the apron.

Zach Davis: STJ going for a high risk spring board maneuver.

WHAM!

Erin Robbins: Bartkowski jumps right into the waiting STJ and takes taken out with a Baptism!

The pin.

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3 !!

Zach Davis: And STJ picks up the win in dominant fashion!

Crowd: Holy Flame! Holy Flame! Holy Flame!

Erin Robbins: STJ is the new number one contender for the Peoples title. Not bad for a return.

Zach Davis: Yah, welcome back STJ!

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

The camera once again opens backstage in the communal locker room as Doctor Remus Micayle starts his warm-up. Already worked up quite a sweat, the Doctor finishes up his last set of star jumps before taking a small break. Incidentally, the generic Apple ringtone sounds loudly from an undisclosed location. Micayle glances about the ring, before reaching to the source of the sound - his iPhone 5s in his wrestling tights. He looks at the caller ID for a few long seconds, before finally deciding to pick it up.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello.

Small snippets of conversation can be heard on the other end, while Micayle’s stoic face remains composed.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Yes. Tonight. I want the three of you muscle heads to get down to the ring when… the moment hits. No earlier, and no later.

A soft assent can be heard, before more unintelligible murmuring is heard. Micayle nods approvingly; obviously he is pleased at whatever he is hearing.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Make sure it’s done.

The Scientist brings down the phone and taps on the end call function. A small smile now forming on his face, Micayle turns his back to the camera and puts down his phone on a nearby bench. The scene then fades to black as Ultimate Showdown goes back to the arena, ready for the next match on the card.

Television Title Contendership Match
Robert Wolf vs Michael Easton

Kyle Steel: The following match is a single fall contest, and it's for the Number One Contendership for the WCF Television Title...

The lights dim as Wrecking Ball blasts over the PA system and the camera searches the crowd till Wolf and Morrigan can be seen making their way down through the crowd towards ringside. As Wolf gets to the barricade it climbs up on it and looks around before jumping down and lifting Morrigan over it.

Kyle Steel: Haling from Horsham, England by way of Toronto, Canada and Chicago,Michigan...weighing in at 200 lbs... Robert Wolf!

Wolf slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and stands in one of the corners before taking his hoodie off and handing it to Morrigan as he waits for his opponent.

"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Albany, New York... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!

The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge there comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.

Zach Davis: This should be an exciting contest between two newcomers who have been making waves here in the WCF since their arrival.

Erin Robbins: making waves is how you get noticed Zach. Wolf and Easton are both good at getting noticed.

DING DING

The two men square off , circling each other looking for an opening. Easton is the first to charge in, slipping by Wolf's defenses and driving a knee to the midsection. He follows up by landing a sharp elbow to the side of his staggering opponent's head.

Zach Davis: Michael Easton off to a quick advantage with a few well placed strikes. He has Wolf on Dream street right now.

Easton moves in, grabbing his staggered opponent and driving a knee to his head, followed immediately with a swinging neck-breaker before floating over and hooking the leg.

Erin Robbins: He must have a plane to catch.

Zach Davis: He is working quickly, going for the pin!

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Zach Davis: Kickout! It's way too early in the match for a pin attempt.

Easton rolls to his feet and turned in time to catch an uppercut from a kneeling Robert Wolf. Easton spins around grabbing his jaw, leaving Wolf to rise up and drive him to the mat with a diving shoulder tackle to his opponents right leg.

Zach Davis: Wolf recovering quicker than his opponent thought, and taking out his vertical base with a low shoulder.

Erin Robbins: Chop block Zach! It's called a chop block.

Wasting no time, Wolf drives a knee into the back of Easton's right calf, causing him to roll over, clutching the limb in discomfort. Grabbing the hell, Wolf drops onto his back in a modified leg-lock, torquing on the tender limb.

Zach Davis: Wolf with the advantage! He has his leg locked in! Will he tap?

Erin Robbins: Easton prides himself on toughness. I can't see him tapping here. Still, great strategy by Wolf. Take a body part and work it.

Zach Davis: Indeed.

Meanwhile, in the ring Easton is slowly working towards the bottom rope, clearly in pain and Wolf leans back, adding leverage to the move. Finally Easton gets his hand on the bottom rope, and the referee signals to break the hold.

With a smile Wolf shakes his head and keeps applying pressure. The referee starts his count...
1..2..3..4..

Wolf releases the hold and rolls to his feet. His opponent is using the ropes to climb, unsure of the condition of his leg.

Zach Davis: Easton is favouring that right leg. maybe more damage was done than we first though.

Erin Robbins: That's a lot of stress to put on a leg Zach. It's going to leave a mark.

Wolf, seeing an advantage, runs at his opponent with a knee strike, but catches only ropes as Easton rolls out of the way. Recovering, he turns to face his opponent who strikes quickly with a snap suplex, driving Wolf to the mat. Easton rolls to his feet and heads for the corner.

Zach Davis: Easton looking for some thing high-risk here.

He climbs the ropes quickly and waits for Wolf to come to his feet, launching off the ropes with a missile dropkick. Wolf looks up just in time to catch two boots to the face.

Zach Davis: And he scored with that one, Easton going for the pin!

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Zach Davis: Kickout! What does it take to keep Robert Wolf down?

Erin Robbins: Apparently more than that Zach.

Easton pulls his opponent up, and drives a series of hard punches to the side of his head, staggering him and spinning him around.

He grabs him in a reverse death valley hold and begins to lift him up...

Zach Davis: Cat's Cradle! He's trying to put him away...

Easton has his opponent up, and drives him to the mat with his finishing move.

Zach Davis: he got it! Going for the pin!

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Easton wins!

Erin Robbins: We've got a new Television Title contender!

The bell sounds as Easton stands up and gets his arm raised.

Waylon Cash Segment

We come back from break to a dark arena. Waylon Cash's face slowly fades into focus on the big screen. The crowd boos loudly. He smiles a deranged, crooked smile before speaking.

Waylon Cash: Please, everyone, hold your applause. That ain't what I'm here for. I'm here to deliver a message... a message to Scott Savage. Scott... I know you better than any human being on the planet. You got a God complex a mile wide. You like to think your some master puppeteer sittin' above us all pullin' the strings. You think you're in control, like you got it all in the palm of your hand. For the most part you're right.

Cash twitches slightly, and inhales through his nose. Slowly, a trickle of crimson runs out of his left nostril, and drips off of his upper lip. He doesn't bother to wipe it away.

Waylon Cash: You're good Scott. I'll give you that. There's one thing you didn't think about though. Waylon Cash ain't nobody's puppet. Waylon Cash is a big ol' fuckin' monkeywrench in every last one of your plans. You might think you're ridin' high now, with both your little drones in the Ultimate Showdown match. That's nice, but it's just a detour. At the end of the day, you're still headed toward a whole shit ton of pain.

Waylon finally wipes the blood from beneath his nose, but does a bad job of it, leaving a streak of red across his face.

Waylon Cash:Come next Sunday, I'm gonna start tearin' you and your team limb from limb. Ain't nobody gonna be able to protect you when Waylon Cash starts his rampage. Enjoy what you got now, because after next week, S-PAC is not long for this world.

Waylon chuckles, and his image fades out. We cut to the announce table.

Zach Davis: An ominous message from Waylon Cash to Scott Savage. I don't know what it is, but something about these two going to war makes me very uneasy.

Erin Robbins: You're not the only one. For the last two years Waylon Cash and Scott Savage have been on the same page and both have been forces to be reckoned with. When they collide... it could cause an explosion that all of WCF has to deal with.

United States Title Contendership Match
Anthony Douglas vs Jay Omega

Zach Davis: We've seen a lot of great matches so far tonight, seen some new number one contenders named, and we continue that trend, as Anthony Douglas faces Jay Omega for a shot at the United States Championship. Any predictions, Erin?

Erin Robbins: Well, Anthony Douglas is two for three, and Omega didn't give me any money tonight, so I'm going with Douglas.

Zach Davis: That seems like a petty reason.

Erin Robbins: I don't need much excuse.

"Devil's Dance" by Metallica hits the speakers, and Anthony Douglas steps out onto the stage wearing a full length, black leather duster over his ring attire, and a pair of sunglasses. He emotionlessly looks around at the crowd pelting him with boos and jeers, and makes his way down the ramp. Douglas slides under the bottom rope, removes his jacket and shades as he stands, then puts his back into a corner to watch the entryway.

Zach Davis: Say what you will about this man, but he certainly seems focused right now.

Erin Robbins: The mark of a future champion, if you ask me.

The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, but Jay Omega is nowhere to be seen. The music cuts off, and the crowd fills the silence with a loud buzz.

Zach Davis: Where do you suppose Omega is? It's not like him to miss a chance at the spotlight.

Erin Robbins: Maybe he got stoned, and went to the wrong arena. I hear it almost happened to Ace Acid last week.

The arena goes pitch black as "Blood Stains Blondes" by Deathstars begins to play. Thirty seconds in, a blood red spotlight illuminates the stage, and Jay Omega finally steps from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction. The spotlight shining on his red pants and vest cause them to glisten, and his masked face slowly sweeps from side to side beneath his hood.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia. Standing 6'1", and weighing in at 226 pounds, he is the Hardcore Maniac... JAY OMEGA!!!

Omega rolls his shoulders, then makes his way down the ramp. He climbs onto the apron, then steps through the ropes without any of his usual fanfare. Douglas and Omega lock eyes, and the ref calls for the bell as the lights come back up.

Zach Davis: Oh! And the Hardcore Maniac starts things off with a lightning fast roundhouse kick across the Wolverine's jaw!

Erin Robbins: Hardcore Maniac? I thought he was the Omega Man?

Anthony stumbles back a step, the catches the immediately following superkick. Douglas ducks under an enzuigiri attempt, then ducks again as the foot comes flying back the moment it touches the mat. He yanks on the leg he holds before Omega's other foot hits the canvas, and lands a powerful clothesline that takes both men to the mat. The Hardcore Maniac covers his head as Anthony begins clubbing at him with forearms and fists; a few quick knee strikes to the ribs dislodges Douglas, and Omega rolls away with a back somersault. Both men come to their feet at the same time, and Anthony runs straight into a Yakuza kick upside the head which spins him 180 degrees, but doesn't take him down.

Zach Davis: The Hardcore Maniac showing off his educated feet tonight.

Erin Robbins: No, really, what's with this Maniac business? I thought he called himself the Omega Man.

Zach Davis: You don't watch any of the promotional work the roster puts out, do you?

Erin Robbins: I watch Doctor Micayle's stuff. It's very educational.

Douglas turns back, and blocks a haymaker from the Hardcore Maniac. The Wolverine wrings the arm, then hooks Omega's ankle with his own, and drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Anthony sits up, and takes a knee to the face from the tenacious Maniac, then the two of them roll away from each other, and back to a vertical base. Douglas tries for a collar and elbow, but Omega deflects the arms, and drives a knee into Anthony's gut, then fires a few quick shin kicks to the back of the Wolverine's leg. Douglas shoves the lighter man away and takes a moment to regroup, trying to unknot his hamstring. Omega uses the momentum from the shove to hit the ropes, and comes back with a flying side kick aimed at Anthony's jaw. Douglas ducks again, and the poorly positioned referee takes a bump, which sends him flopping to the mat by the ropes.

Zach Davis: Is it just me, or did that seem intentional? Either way, the ref is down, and it looks like things are about to get ugly as Omega rolls under the bottom rope to go digging under the ring.

Erin Robbins: Why is there even so much stuff under there?

Zach Davis: Well, we do have that Hardcore Contendership match coming up next. Would you prefer Hyena brings his own toys?

Erin Robbins: You make a good point. For once.

A pair of steel chairs get slid into the ring, followed by Omega rolling back under the bottom rope. Anthony makes his move before the Maniac can fully rise, charging in with a spear that drops Omega onto one of the chairs. Douglas grabs the other one as he stands, and backs up a step, demanding Omega get to his feet. The Hardcore Maniac obliges, and takes a full armed swing of the steel chair to the crown of his head. The shot has little effect, however, much to Anthony's obvious surprise. Omega shakes his head vigorously, and motions for Douglas to do it again. The Wolverine takes another swing, this one bending the chair, and causing the Maniac to stumble and drop to a knee. Omega rises again, but before Anthony can fire off a third shot, a devastating kick buries itself in his groin.

Zach Davis: That's just poor sportsmanship!

Erin Robbins: It works, though. Do it again, Jay!

Zach Davis: I thought you were rooting for Anthony?

Erin Robbins: Changed my mind.

Douglas drops the chair and sinks to his knees, clutching his gonads, and the Hardcore Maniac hits him with a snap DDT that drives Anthony's face into the second chair. Blood oozes from Douglas' nose as he rolls onto his back, but the Maniac isn't done yet; mounting Anthony, Omega drives the point of his elbow into the bloody nose of the Wolverine twice, then snaps off a headbutt before he climbs to his feet. Omega picks up the slightly bloodied chair, walks over to the corner, and wedges the steel between the top and second turnbuckles. Douglas slowly pushes his way to his feet, seemingly a little dazed, and gets hit with a trio of rapid-fire kicks to the thigh, ribs, and head that softens him up a little more. The Hardcore Maniac takes hold of his arm, intent on Irish whipping him into the corner, but Anthony reverses the momentum. The Wolverine pulls Omega in, and hits a drop toe hold, driving the masked face of the Maniac into the wedged chair.

Zach Davis: That's surely a concussion, right there.

Erin Robbins: Doesn't seem to be stopping the Omega Man, though.

Zach Davis: Hardcore Maniac, Erin. While he's wearing that mask, he's known as the Hardcore Maniac.

Erin Robbins: Whatever.

Omega grabs the bottom rope, and uses it to pull himself out onto the apron. Anthony stands, and reaches for him over the top rope, but the Maniac takes hold of the Wolverine's head, and drops to the floor. Douglas rebounds onto his back, hands clutching at his throat as he gasps for air, while Omega begins tearing the monitors from the announce table. His preparations complete, the Hardcore Maniac rolls back into the ring, and grabs a handful of Anthony's hair. Omega starts to pull the Wolverine up, but a low blow halts the process. Douglas gets to his feet and Irish whips Omega into the ropes, trying for a hip toss on the rebound, but the Maniac adds some extra rotation to land on his feet, and keeps the momentum going as he hits the ropes on the other side. Omega tries for a bicycle kick as he comes back, but Anthony steps in, and catches him with a spinning spinebuster that lands on the bent chair, flattening it out again.

Zach Davis: Some brutal competition going on in this match up.

Erin Robbins: Brutal by indy standards, maybe. Here in the WCF, this is kind of tame.

Zach Davis: True enough, Erin. Nothing's been set on fire.

Erin Robbins: Yet. Give it some time, and we just might be roasting marshmallows soon enough.

The Hardcore Maniac rolls out of the ring again, a hand on his spine, and doesn't see Douglas slip out to the floor behind him. Anthony grabs Omega with a rear waistlock, but the Maniac blocks an attempted German suplex and throws a back elbow to break the grip. He follows up with a back heel kick to the midsection the doubles the Wolverine over, then slams Douglas' face off the announce table. A forearm shot to the jaw dazes Anthony again, and Omega plants him through the table with a spinning uranage slam, while Zach and Erin pull as far back as they can against the security barricade.

Zach Davis: My Diet Coke! Dammit!

Erin Robbins: It's a good thing we've got, like, a dozen of these things in the back. I'm sure the stagehands will have another one set up in time for the next match.

Zach Davis: That's not the point! That was the last can in the cooler!

Erin Robbins: Poor baby. I'm sure you can get another one once the new table gets set up.

The Hardcore Maniac gets to his feet, plucks a large splinter from his shoulder, then grabs a broken piece of table and begins slamming it across Douglas's chest and face. After a series of strikes, Omega tosses the wood to the side, hauls Anthony to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring. The official begins to stir, and pulls himself into a sitting position in the corner, while the Maniac lifts up the ring skirt again, then comes back into the ring holding a kendo stick. Omega eyes the referee, who still seems to be somewhat out of it, then cracks the Singapore cane down across the Wolverine's shoulders. The Hardcore Maniac drops the stick, and pulls Anthony to his feet, not expecting the other man's retaliation.

Zach Davis: HIGH HEAT! Anthony Douglas hit that cutter out of nowhere!

Erin Robbins: Yes! The Wolverine has this in the bag!

Zach Davis: You're a fickle woman, Erin.

Erin Robbins: No more than these idiot fans.

Douglas makes the cover, but the slow-moving referee barely gets into position with his hand raised before Omega kicks out. Anthony pounds the mat in frustration, and reams the ref out for his deficiencies. He turns back to the downed Maniac, and grabs his legs. Douglas steps over one of them, and tries to lock in a Sharpshooter, but Omega kicks him in the face, and pushes him off, driving the Wolverine backward, and sandwiching the ref into the turnbuckles. The Maniac kips up to his feet, and locks a baleful stare on Douglas, which the Wolverine returns in kind.

Zach Davis: Aw jeez, again? Can we get another referee out here?

Erin Robbins: Why? It's so much more fun this way!

Zach Davis: But who's going to count the fall? Besides, someone needs to keep order between these two!

Erin Robbins: Pfft, order is overrated. Let the Lords of Chaos rule, I say!

Omega and Anthony come together, fists flying. Not trading punches, the two of them repeatedly pound on each other, until Douglas' weight advantage tips the scales. He presses the Hardcore Maniac back into a corner, and hits him with a few ramming shoulders in the gut. The Wolverine sets Omega up on the top turnbuckle, then climbs onto the second, and nails a big superplex into the middle of the ring. Anthony slowly gets to his feet, and picks up the discarded kendo stick. The Maniac rises as well, no faster than Douglas did, and turns around in time to take a shot from the stick dead center of his forehead. Omega stumbles back to the ropes, and leans heavily against them, supporting himself more with his grip on the top cable than with his legs.

Zach Davis: My God! How hard is that head of his? A lesser man would certainly be unconscious by now!

Erin Robbins: Only Jay Omega would consider being called thick-skulled a compliment.

The Wolverine closes on his prey, Singapore cane poised overhead for another strike, and Omega lashes out with a foot that finds its way into Anthony's gut. Another referee comes running down the ramp, slides into the ring, and latches onto the kendo stick in Douglas' hands. Anthony whirls around as the new official takes the stick from him and tosses it out of the ring. Furious, the Wolverine cocks a fist as the ref gets in his face, but Omega snakes his hands under the arms, and takes Douglas to the mat with a full nelson facebuster, narrowly missing the dented steel chair. The ref kicks the chair from the ring, then removes the one wedged in the turnbuckles as well, before he turns around and drops into position as the Maniac makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Zach Davis: And Anthony Douglas gets a foot on the ropes, stopping the count!

Erin Robbins: Come on, Omega, hit him harder!

Omega stares daggers at the referee as he stands up, then pulls Anthony to his feet. The ref doesn't see the Wolverine's finger jab into the Hardcore Maniac's eye, but Omega certainly feels it. The Maniac turns away holding his face, and Douglas plants a boot against his backside to shove him toward the ropes.

Omega rebounds with great speed, and the Wolverine grabs at his head for a three-quarter facelock, but the Maniac shoves him away, and begins a spin as Douglas ricochets off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Anthony comes back with a full head of steam, looking for a clothesline, as Omega leaps into the air with a full rotation and a half before his right leg strikes out like a viper, catching Douglas right in the temple, and dropping him like a sack of bricks. The Maniac immediately drops into a cover as the ref slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three!

(DING DING DING!)

Zach Davis: That was quite the battle, and it looked like Anthony was going to pull it off there, but that Thunderclap from the Hardcore Maniac caught him completely off guard!

Erin Robbins: And now Jay Omega is our new number one contender for the United States Championship. I never doubted him for a moment!

Omega pulls his hand away from the ref with a glare, and stands patiently in the ring as Anthony struggles to get up. He makes it to one knee, before the Hardcore Maniac lays him out again with a Buzzsaw kick to the back of the head. Omega then leaves the ring, and makes his way back up the ramp.

Hardcore Title Contendership Match
Hyena vs Grayson Pierce

Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's that time of the night when WCF get... HARDCORE!!

Erin Robbins: Settle down Zach, before you embarrass yourself. But Zach Davis IS right....

Zach Davis: I am?

Erin Robbins: Not exactly, but kinda. It's that time for the Number One Contender's Match for the WCF Hardcore Championship.

The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in perfect timing with the strobe flashing from the tron. As the guitar and vocals kick in, Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing. He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring.

Kyle Steel: The following match is a number one contender's match for the WCF Hardcore Championship. coming down to the ring from Miller's Crossing, Ohio... weighing at 265 pounds.... This is HYENA!!

Hyena rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."

Zach Davis: Hyena looks like he is ready for blood, tonight.

Erin Robbins: Zach, with Hyena involved a match with hardcore rules.... HERE WILL BE BLOOD!!

The cameras pan around the ringside area, showing various hardcore style weapons. There are two metal trashcans with various weapons inside.

"Hell Yea" by Rev Theory plays as the lights shut off. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and a shadow can be seen running towards it, growing larger and larger until the words hit on the music... "GIMME A HELL... GIMME A YEA!!" and Gray Pierce bursts through the curtains with and stops and accepts the cheers of the crowd.

He works his way down the entrance ramp and slaps the hands of the adoring fans.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, from Long Island, New York weighing in at 225 pounds.... THIS IS LIVEWIRE!!

When he gets to the ring he leaps onto the apron and wipes his feet before climbing through the top and middle ropes. He runs to one side, jumps on the bottom rope and leans forward making the rock star devil horns and sticking his tongue out at the crowd. The crowd cheers and women scream. He smiles his million dollar smile and he retreats to the corner waiting for the match to begin.

[DING!-DING]

Zach Davis: And this match is under way!!

Livewire charges towards Hyena....

CLANG!!!

Crowd: OUUUUUUU!!

Hyena smashes a trashcan lid across the skull of Livewire.

Erin Robbins: Livewire collapses to the mat.

Zach Davis: Hyena makes a quick cover!

WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: On-.... NOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Erin Robbins: Not even a one count!

Hyena sneers as he picks up Livewire...

POP!!

Livewire smacks Hyena with a quick right, which stuns Hyena.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Standing dropkick by Livewire.

Livewire picks up the trash can lid....

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!

Erin Robbins: Livewire goes absolutely crazy with that trashcan lid!

Hyena stumbles back and leans into the corner. The crowd begins to explode with cheers.

Zach Davis: Livewire charges towards Hyena....

WHAM!!

The crowd moans, as Live collides with the turnbuckles. Hyena stands waiting, as Livewire bounces off the turnbuckles....

WHOSSH-WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: Sidewalk slam!! Hyena is going for the pin!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THR.... NOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Crowd: LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!> LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!> LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!>

Hyena grabs Livewire in an inverted position...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Inverted ddt!!

The crowd's chants have become almost deafening.

Crowd: LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!> LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!> LET'S GO LIVEWIRE!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!>

Hyena picks up Livewire...

Erin Robbins: I don't think this is possible, they are too close to the ropes!!

Zach Davis: That ringside area is between the entrance ramp and the ring and it is covered with chairs and various weapons. If someone falls to that part of ringside, someone could get seriously injured!!

Some of the nearby crowd is standing up, as Hyena grabs Livewire, from behind and lifts him up....

WHOOSH....

Erin Robbins: NO-NO!! GOD NO!!

...WHAM/CLANG-CLANG!!

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

Zach Davis: We have to replay that!!

The replay shows Hyena grabbing Livewire from behind and picking him up and throwing him over the top rope, using a German suplex. Livewire lands ass over head on top of random stuff.

Erin Robbins: Before the match, our ringside crew were tossing various weapons ringside. We had NO idea that Hyena was gonna German suplex Livewire OVER the top ringrope and on top of those various items.

Hyena just snarls, as the crowd boos. Hyena scrambles towards a nearby corner.

Zach Davis: It looks like as Hyena is climbing up to the top turnbuckle!!

Livewire is slowly getting his bearings straight.

Erin Robbins: Hyena doesn't see Livewire moving around!! OH MY GOD, HYENA LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH A FLYING PLANCHA!!

WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Zach Davis: OH.... MY.... GAWD!! Did you hear that sickening thud, Erin?

Erin Robbins: As Hyena was leaping off of the top turnbuckle, as he was about to make contact with his opponent, Livewire swings a metal chair and connect with Hyena's head!!

Hyena lands to the ringside mats like a lifeless lump. The crowd roars with cheers as Livewire pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring. Livewire looks under the ring and decide to go around the ring and look under the ring, once again and smiles...

Zach Davis: When Livewire smiles, it's never good.

Livewire pulls out a table. The IZOD Center explodes with cheers. The table is set up on the ring side area.

Erin Robbins: Livewire walks back to Hyena... HEY!! Where did he go?!

Livewire looks everywhere, until he looks under the ring...

WHOOOOOOOOSH!!

Hyena was under the ring, as he sprays a fire extinguisher into the face of Livewire.

Erin Robbins: Livewire is stumbling around, groaning pain, as he tries to rub his own eyes... NOOOOOO!!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

Livewire get broken in half by the spear. Hyena takes the ladder and lays it flat.

Erin Robbins: Hyena grabs Livewire and places him in between the ends of the ladder.

Zach Davis: Where is Hyena going?!

Hyena bolts to a nearby corner. Without wasting anytime, he flies off the top turnbuckle....

Erin Robbins: MOONSAULT!!

Hyena is way high in the air. Camera phones are flashing, as Hyena gracefully flies in the air...

WHOOOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

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

Hyena rolls around grabbing his own mid-section.

Zach Davis: Both men are down and absolutely exhausted!!

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

Hyena barely moves around as he stumble crawls to a nearby trashcan.

Erin Robbins: Hyena dumps the items from the trash can. No!!

Hyena grabs for something so simple, but yet so vile, because of the potential damage it can cause.

Zach Davis: Oh my God... Hyena has a cheese grater.

Hyena limps over to Livewire...

WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Erin Robbins: Livewire was laying there waiting for Hyena! Livewire take one half of the ladder and flips it up and it smacks Hyena right in the face.

Hyena drops the cheese grater, as he grabs for his own mouth. The crowd goes crazy as Livewire grabs for the grater.

Zach Davis: I think this New Jersey crowd is ready for some violence!!

Livewire takes the cheese grater and proceeds to rake the grater across the forehead of Hyena. With one giant swoop across the forehead of the grater, Hyena collapses, as Livewire drops the grate.

Erin Robbins: Livewire searches throughout the pile of possible weapons.

As Hyena gets to all fours, blood proceeds to drip off the face of Hyena. Livewire holds up a weapon, as the crowd cheers.

Zach Davis: This Jersey crowd sure loves it's violence!!

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!

Erin Robbins: Livewire goes ballistic with that kendo stick.

As Livewire goes to swing the kendo stick one more time....

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Hyena just nailed Livewire with a discus punch!!

The punch knocks Livewire a little crosseyed. Hyena grabs for Livewire, as blood continues to drip off his forehead.

Erin Robbins: Hyena has lost a lot of blood. But, he drags Livewire to the ring, placing his torso over the middle ring rope, with his arms hanging down.

Hyena walks away, being several feet away from Livewire.

Zach Davis: Hyena charges towards a hanging Livewire....

WHOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: SUPERMAN PUNCH!!

Hyena sees that previously used ladder and takes it to the ring, He slides it under the bottom ring rope.

Zach Davis: Hyena has that damn ladder in his hands...

WHAM!!

Erin Robbins: Hyena is jabbing that ladder into the ribs of Livewire.

Livewire drops to one knee, as hyena backs up and charges towards Livewire....

CLANG!!

Zach Davis: Hyena just knocked Livewire silly with a head shot with that damn ladder!!

Erin Robbins: Hyena places Livewire face down across the ladder. What the Hell is that crazy sum bi... no way. This could possibly permanently injure Livewire.

Hyena stands on the top turnbuckle and proceeds to fly off.....

WHOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM-SMASH-CLANG!!

Crowd: OUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

Zach Davis: Livewire moved out of the way, as Hyena came crashing down. Hyena felt the worst of that situation.

Livewire pushes Hyena off the ladder and pushes him out of the ring with his legs. Livewire places the ladder against the rope at a possible 45 degree angle.

Erin Robbins: What does Livewire have in mind?

Livewire rolls out of the ring, after Hyena. Livewire picks up his opponent and....

WHOOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Livewire nails Hyena with a short-arm clothesline!!

The crowd goes crazy as Livewire picks up Hyena and place him onto table....

POP!!

Hyena connects with a wild left, Livewire grabs Hyena...

Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!!

Livewire has Hyena at the edge of the table, as he stands near the table....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

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

Livewire nails Hyena with a ddt from the table down to the ringside mats. Livewire picks up Hyena and places him back onto the table. Livewire slides back into the ring and bolts off to go against the ropes and bounces off....

Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOO!! THIS WILL BE NUTS!!

Livewire bounces off the ropes and flies towards the leaning ladder, running on top, of the ladder and leap off the ladder and flies into the air, as flashes from camera phones light up the arena.

WHOOOOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMMMMMMIE!!

The table completely EXPLODES into multiple splinters.

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

Erin Robbins: Thunder in Paradise!!!

Livewire grabs Hyena and slides him under the bottom ring rope and covers him for the pin.

Zach Davis: The referee is there to make the count!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Kyle Steel: The winner, of the match.... LIVEWIRE!!

Zach Davis: WOW!! WHAT A MATCH!!

Erin Robbins: And Livewire faces whoever walks out with the Hardcore Championship!

Tag Team Titles Contendership Match
Caliban/Jordan Ciserano vs The New Confederacy

Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and is a WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH!

"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"

A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice

INCOMING!

Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! representing Sequitus! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE J.P. CALIBAN!!!!

Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently

Back in the Picture by "The Rasmus" plays and the crowd cheers. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor. After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.

Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Buffalo, New York... weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds... JORDAN CISERANO! THEY ARE SEQUITUS!

Zach Davis: The Sequitus team of Jordan Ciserano and Caliban will be looking for the win here tonight to get in line for a shot at the Tag Team titles.

Erin Robbins: All they have to do is beat a couple of fossils. A couple of crumbling fossils.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents...

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Griffen, Georgia... weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... DOC HENRY!

The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.

Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Sweet Water, Alabama... weighing in at two hundred and five pounds... JOHNNY REB! Together they are THE NEW CONFEDERACY!

Zach Davis: It's so great to see Doc and Reb back together again!

Erin Robbins: Oh yeah. Woo-hoo.

Doc and Ciserano stay in the ring as Reb and Caliban head to the apron.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: Here we go! Doc Henry and Jordan Ciserano locking up.

They lock up and it's Henry with an armdrag takedown. Ciserano rolls to his feet only to get armdragged down again. He rolls to his feet again, only to get clotheslined down by Henry. Ciserano quickly gets back to his feet again, and this time he ducks the clothesline. He goes behind Henry with a hammmerlock. Doc tries to elbow out but Jordan wraps his arms around him for a waistlock, followed by a release German suplex!

Erin Robbins: Some great action to kick this match off. Ciserano is so underrated as an athlete.

Zach Davis: I agree, and I think he and Caliban have a good chance of picking up the win tonight. Could go either way, really.

Henry rolls out of the ring after the suplex. He paces around ringside, trying to regroup, but Ciserano hits the top turnbuckle-- and leaps off with a missile dropkick to the outside!

Zach Davis: Doc Henry crashes into the guardrail!

Ciserano is slow to his feet. Henry also. The ref starts the ten count.

1..

2..

Ciserano gets up, pulling Henry up with him.

3..

He slams Henry's head into the apron before rolling him back into the ring. Ciserano with a standing moonsault into a cover.

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Doc kicks out at two!

Erin Robbins: Ciserano has the right idea. Henry can't keep up at this pace.

Ciserano stomps at Henry as he tries to get up. Ciserano with kicks to Henry's body. He pulls Henry up and lifts him for a bodyslam, before heading to the apron. Ciserano grabs the top rope and springboards in with a splash--

Erin Robbins: Doc Henry gets the legs up!

Ciserano lands directly on Henry's knees. He rolls off of Doc. Doc leaps and tags in Johnny Reb to a pop from the crowd. Reb comes in, waiting for Ciserano to get to his feet. Reb approaches Ciserano and kicks him in the gut. Ciserano stumbles back, Reb charges with a leaping kick to the head.

Zach Davis: I know I said it already, but man, am I glad to see Johnny Reb back in a WCF ring!

Reb with a springboard bulldog! And he covers Jordan.

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Caliban breaks up the pin!

Caliban exits the ring with a warning from the ref. Reb slowly gets up, bringing Ciserano with him. Reb tries for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ciserano blocks it-- Ciserano quickly wraps his arms around Reb and executes a Northern Lights suplex, bridging for the pin!

1..

Erin Robbins: Reb rolls out of it!

Reb scrambles to his feet as Ciserano is looking to make the tag. Reb leaps-- too late, Jordan makes the tag to Caliban. Caliban hits the ring and immediately begins trading right hands with Reb.

Zach Davis: Fists are flying!

Erin Robbins: Both of these teams want a shot at the Tag Team titles, Zach. And they could end up facing two people who don't even like each other-- it all depends on how the chips fall during the main event tonight.

Zach Davis: That's for sure!

Caliban shoves off Reb, but Reb grabs him and whips him to the ropes! Caliban leapfrogs Reb on the return, and hits a running dropsault on the way back. Reb stumbles and Caliban hits a regular dropkick to send him to the mat. Caliban gets up and hits a standing front flip legdrop. Caliban pulls Reb to his feet and heads to the turnbuckle, where he executes his Cyclone DDT!

Erin Robbins: What a move! Best high flyer in the business today, Zach.

Zach Davis: That's definitely up for debate, but he does have some amazing moves. Caliban with the pin!

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Reb kicks out!

Caliban goes to grab Reb but Reb with an elbow to the gut. Reb gets to his feet and connects with a right hand, creating seperation. Reb bounces off the ropes and charges with a running clothesline-- but Caliban ducks, and hits an Angle Cutter!

Erin Robbins: Caliban connects with the Angle Cutter from out of nowhere, as always.

Zach Davis: He's always got a trick up his sleeve.

Caliban brings Reb over to his corner and tags in Ciserano. Ciserano comes in and they lift Reb for a double brainbuster. Ciserano with the cover.

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Doc Henry breaks it up!

Caliban runs into the ring and Doc drops him with a clothesline! The crowd pops. Caliban rolls out of the ring and Doc exits to the apron. Reb and Ciserano slowly get up. Ciserano with a super kick-- but Reb ducks it, grabs the leg and throws Ciserano to the mat with a dragon screw! Reb hops to the corner and makes the tag to Doc Henry. Henry enters the ring as Ciserano is getting back to his feet--

Erin Robbins: Doc with a crossbody! He covers Ciserano!

1..

2..

Zach Davis: Ciserano kicks out!

Doc pulls Ciserano up. He hits a few chops to his chest, and the crowd responds with "WHOO!". Doc with a spinning heel kick, and Ciserano stumbles back-- Henry with a right hand, followed by another, followed by a kick to the gut. Doc sets Ciserano up in a standing headscissors--

Zach Davis: Doc Henry with a Pedigree!

Ciserano is laid out. Henry heads to the turnbuckle and begins to climb it. He sits on the top turnbuckle, standing on the second ropes-- waiting for Ciserano to get up. When Jordan gets up, Doc launches himself off with a spear!

Erin Robbins: Confederate Rocket!-- Ciserano counters with a super kick!

Jordan Ciserano kicks Doc in the head, mid-air. Both men drop to the mat. Caliban and Reb are both reaching over the rope, looking for the tag.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb and Caliban both want to get in the ring right now! Victory could be close at hand for one of these teams.

Doc dives and tags in Reb.

Erin Robbins: HERE WE GO!

Reb climbs to the top...

Zach Davis: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT ONTO JORDAN CISERANO!

Reb pins Jordan while Doc runs interference.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Erin Robbins: THE NEW CONFEDERACY DOES IT!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: The New Confederacy are the new Tag Team Championship contenders!

Marina Valdivia vs Eric Price

"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell. Gold lights will start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight will shine on him as he makes his way to the ring with an energetic walk, a smile on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and slaps hands with the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience as he raises his hands and smirks at the audience.

Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pacific Palisades, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, Eric Price!

Zach Davis: This match is very personal! It all began weeks ago when Eric Price returned and stole Marina's thunder for lack of a better phrase. Last week, he even cost her the United States championship.

Erin Robbins: You need to stop making excuses for her and see the bigger picture here! Eric Price being back is good for business, unlike those other two women that shall not be named. But he's GOOD for business!

"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits and the fans go wild when Marina appears on the stage, but she is far from her happy self on this night as right on the stage, she takes off her leather jacket and slams it on the ground. She removes her visor and tosses it into the crowd and instantly makes an angry walk to the ring.

Kyle Steel: And, his opponent, from San Diego, California, Marina Valdivia!

She hops on the apron, and slowly enters the ring, staring a dagger into Eric's eyes.

Zach Davis: Marina is fuming after what happened last week, and that anger has carried over into tonight! Will she get her revenge, or is she going to let her emotions get the better of her?

Erin Robbins: Definitely the latter. That's who she always is, and that's why this excuse about Price costing her the US title last week is a bunch of crap!

Eric is ready to go in his corner, while Marina leans against it.

DING! DING! DING!

Marina bolts out of the gates looking for a spear, but Eric merely moves out of the way and Marina goes shoulder first into the corner. Marina steps out of the corner as Eric merely laughs at her for it. Marina turns around and Eric goes for a clothesline. Marina ducks under it however. Eric turns around and Marina drills him with a SUPERKICK right to the jaw! The fans immediately deliver a loud cheer for that, but then Marina pounces on Eric and starts delivering a flurry of rights to the face over and over again! The crowd gets even louder until the referee pulls Marina off of Eric resulting in some loud jeers to be heard. Marina shoves the referee to the side and pounces on him again, this time, trying to choke him. Again the referee pulls Marina off of him, warning her that if she shoves him away again, she's going to get disqualified. Eric gets up but Marina instantly bolts for him and drills him with a corner splash. Eric falls to the mat, and he's starting to look gassed already.

Marina then continues to put pressure on him, this time locking in a cloverleaf in the center of the ring. Eric fights it and at first it's a struggle. Eric inches his way to toward the ropes slowly, but he's making some progress. After about 30 seconds or so, Eric grabs the bottom rope and Marina is forced to break the hold. Marina steps back and she becomes furious as she watches Eric grab the edge of the ring and slide himself under the bottom rope. He lands face down on the floor and the fans boo Eric for his cowardice. Eric crawls toward the barricade and once he gets there, he uses it to pull himself up to a vertical base. Marina though, runs to the ropes, and leaps over the top executing and connecting with a somersault suicide dive that gets the fans ecstatic once again. Eric gets taken down into the barricade and Marina took a bit of damage from that as well. The referee is starting the ten count. Eric is motionless while Marina slides over to the apron.

The referee is at a count of 5. Marina stands up, but she doesn't go back in the ring right away. Eric is crawling on the floor. The referee is at 8 and Eric isn't even close to the ring. Marina realizes this and rolls inside of the ring, and then back out to cause the count to restart. Eric is up now and Marina grabs him and whips him violently into the steel steps. She's not done as she runs toward him and drills him with a running knee, bashing his head into the unforgiving steel. Marina then whips him back into the ring and Eric appears to be groggy. Marina gets back in the ring herself and Eric doesn't seem to know where he is. Eric is barely getting up as Marina just measures him, waiting to hit her next move. Eric is up and Marina floors him with another superkick to the jaw. Eric falls face up on the mat. Marina climbs to the top rope and the fans are cheering, knowing what's coming up! Marina leaps and connects with the California Spash! Cover!

1

2

Marina breaks up her own pin!?!?!?!

Erin Robbins: What the? Is she STUPID? What is she doing?

Zach Davis: It appears as if... she thinks she hasn't punished Eric enough....

Marina stands back and measures Eric again. The fans are confused by what's going on as Eric takes a while to get up. Marina then floors Eric again, this time with a chick kick to the jaw. Eric falls face down. Marina looks to the referee and tells him "Don't ring the bell!" Marina then applies the CALI KILLER and again, the fans are going nuts! Eric is in some serious pain now after taking three hard kicks to the jaw, and he immediately taps. The referee is about to call for the bell, until Marina screams "DON'T RING IT!"

Zach Davis: I have never seen anything like this! Eric is tapping, but Marina wants the match to continue? She's not satisfied until she punishes Eric for everything he's ever put her through.

Erin Robbins: She's going insane.....

Eric keeps tapping and tapping and now he's bleeding from the mouth. The referee has had enough of this and is telling her to break the hold, but she refuses. The referee at this point has no choice but to start a 5 count, and Marina hangs on until four before she lets go of the Cali Killer. Marina turns Eric over and makes the cover.

1

2

She breaks her own pin again....

Erin Robbins: She's lost it...

Zach Davis: Is... is this that other side of her that she's held back for so long.... ??? This is scary....

Marina has gotten that killer look in her eyes as she waits for Eric to find a way to get up again. Her morals are out the window now as Eric, bleeding mouth and all, gets to a vertical base. Marina grabs him from behind and drills him with a forward Russian legsweep, what she calls the "San Diego Stinger I". The fans cheer and she goes to the top rope again. They're expecting the California Splash, but just like last week, Marina instead measures her opponent. Price is still somehow able to get up. He turns around, and Marina leaps, executing a Shooting Star Press, but on the way down, grabbing Price by the head and TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A SPINNING DDT! It's the Shooting Star DDT: the San Diego Stinger II! The fans go insane as Marina turns Eric over and covers.

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Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Marina Valdivia!

Zach Davis: I am stunned, stunned by this turn of events! Marina came out angry like a house of fire and she demolished Eric Price. I have never seen anyone do that to the former Grand Slam champion.

Erin Robbins: Who is she and what did she do with the nice, happy, smiling Marina?

Marina requests a microphone and she gets it.

Marina Valdivia: I need to ask you all a question. Has this son of a bitch suffered enough?

The fans respond with a VERY LOUD "No". A smirk comes on her face.

Marina Valdivia: Alright....

She puts down the microphone and heads outside the ring. She grabs a chair from the announce table and slides back in. The referee is telling her not to do anything, but she chases him off with the chair. Eric gets up and Marina CRUSHES the chair right across the skull, immediately busting him open. Marina throws down the chair and picks up the microphone.

Marina Valdivia: How about NOW?

Audience: NO!!!!!!!!

Marina smirks again as she puts down the microphone. She gets out of the ring again and she searches for something nice to use. She pulls out an aluminum barbwire baseball bat and the fans go nuts.

Zach Davis: Oh no....

Erin Robbins: This isn't fair.... someone has to put a stop to this.

Marina slides back in the ring with the bat. She puts it down and then she rips apart the jersey Eric is wearing until his chest is exposed. She's about to pick up the bat, but then...

Kyle Steel: Marina, wait, I just got a text message from Seth Lerch himself.

The fans boo this.

Kyle Steel: He told me to tell you that if you assault Eric Price any further, you'll be fired from WCF.

Erin Robbins: YEAH! There you go! Finally.

Marina picks up the microphone seemingly amused.

Marina Valdivia: So wait, Seth didn't have the guts to tell me that to my face? He told YOU to tell me that?

Kyle Steel: Yes he did.

Marina Valdivia: Okay. Well, let me just say this. To all my fans, don't you worry about me. You're going to be seeing me again very soon.

Erin Robbins: Yep, next week on Slam! Now get out of the ring, you dingbat!

Marina Valdivia: However, that's not going to take place in WCF so Kyle, make sure Seth gets the following message: FIRE ME, I don't give a SHIT!

Zach Davis: WOW!

With that, she drops the microphone, picks up the baseball bat and violently assaults Eric Price in the chest with the baseball bat, probably breaking a rib or two and now Eric is not only bleeding from his mouth and bleeding from his head, he's coughing up blood too. The entire WCF referee crew comes out to protect Eric as Marina stands back with a smile on her face. She picks up the microphone one last time.

Marina Valdivia: It's been real, WCF! Thanks for the ride!

She puts everything down and exits the ring. A stretcher comes out for Eric Price, and security comes out for Marina to escort her out of the building.

Zach Davis: Well... that was unexpected coming into tonight. Marina came for revenge, she came for blood, and that's exactly what she got. She doesn't give a damn that she got fired for it either. What a way to go out...

Erin Robbins: Well, I have to say that's probably one of the most badass ways I've ever seen someone get fired... ever.... but Eric.... oh my god......

Medical people continue working on the bloodied Eric Price.

Zach Davis: I think it's safe to say that Eric Price's career is over. But, you can't say he didn't deserve it after everything he put Marina through.

World Title Contendership Match
Corey Black vs Logan

Kyle Steel: Our next match will determine a new number one contender for the WCF World Championship!

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses of garbage booing him. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades. Logan takes his place in his corner.

"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow. Corey stands opposite Logan in his corner.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, to my left. Hailing from Chesapeake, Virginia! Standing six foot four inches, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds! He IS the Face of Treachery ... this! is! LOOOOOGAN!

Logan smiles and puts a fist into the air as the crowd boos and boos and boos. The greatest bad guy WCF has ever known lover every second of it.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, coming to us from The Dethfort! He stands five foot nine inches, weighs two-hundred and nineteen pounds! COREY BLAAAAAACK!

Corey now puts his hands into the air much to the delight of those in attendance. WCF's greatest wrestler loves every second of it.

Zach Davis: Here we are, folks. The winner of this epic match-up goes on to challenge the winner of the Ultimate Showdown match. It's a feud as old as time itself, dating back to 2002. Logan verses Creeping Death.

Erin Robbins: That's right Zach, two Titans of WCF locking horns, one on one for the first time in just over four years.

DING DING DING! The bell has been rung, we're off and running. Corey and Logan approach the center of the ring, neither man rushing into anything, they know each other too well for that. Standard lock-up, Logan grabs a side headlock. Corey with two forearm shots to the side, push off, on the return from the ropes Logan drops Corey with a shoulder tackle. Logan off the other side of ropes, Corey drops down, then leapfrog, hiptoss attempt blocked by Logan - hiptoss of his own - Corey frontflips and lands on his feet! Logan, still holding Corey's arm, tosses him into the corner. Corey leaps up, Logan rushes in behind, twisting his legs around Corey hooks Logan's arms and does a sunset flip - Logan rolls all the way through and goes to kick Corey's face! Corey lays down avoiding the kick, reaches up and school boys Logan down!

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Logan kicks out easily, then performs a cannonball roll laying flat on Corey Black, holding him down for a pin of his own!

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No, Corey bridges out and hooks Logan up, turns, backslide pin! Logan's feet touch the mat, he's folded over good!

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Kickout by Logan. Both men stand in what would typically be a 'standoff' moment but as soon as they're up Logan throws a big slap! BLOCKED! Slap from Corey Black! Ducked! Logan goes for a clothesline! Corey ducks and heads for the ropes, springboard off the middle rope into a rana - no! Logan catches him! Corey delivers punches, Logan walks over to the ropes - THEY BOTH TUMBLE TO THE FLOOR!

Zach Davis: What an exchange!

Logan pulls himself up using the guard rail, Corey rushes -back body drop by Logan! Corey lands right on the top of the guard rail and bounces into the crowd! Logan takes quick advantage, reaching over and suplexing Corey back into the ringside area. Logan is full confidence now, lazily kicking at Corey Black, toying with his opponent. Logan positions Corey and throws him into the ring post, Corey falls off to the side. The ref's count is at 7, Logan laughs and rolls in without a worry in the world.

Erin Robbins: A decent string of high impact moves from Logan has Corey Black laid out with three seconds to get back in the ring!

Ref is to 8, then 9 before Corey gets his wits about him and slides into the ring, right into the waiting Logan who hits an elbow drop before Corey can even stand. Logan pulls Corey up by the head, pushes him into the corner, a few shots to the body and then a belly-to-belly sends Corey half way across the ring. Logan walks over, places a foot on Corey's chest, and flexes.

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Kickout, Corey shoves Logan's foot to the side and sits up, coughing. Logan drops down with an elbow to the shoulder, then pulls Corey up into an abdominal stretch.

Zach Davis: Real methodical work from Logan in this match, he's focusing on Corey Black's ribs and back it seems.

Erin Robbins: Take the wind away from a quick wrestler and leave him nearly defenseless.

Logan works his elbow into Corey's side while wrenching down on the hold. Our ref checks in, Corey refusing to submit, the crowd starting to rally. Corey frees himself to go for a hiptoss, but it is blocked, so instead he leaps up to Logan's thighs and attempts a monkey flip! ALSO blocked! Logan carries Corey to the turnbuckle, places him in a sitting position and slaps the crap out of Corey, knocking him down to the apron. Logan reaches through, pulls Corey through the top and middle ropes and starts unloading European uppercuts into Corey's chest. Over and over until the ref gets to a count of 4. Logan breaks contact but grabs Corey right away and does an enziguri! Corey has nowhere to go, so he sort of falls to his side into the ring.

Zach Davis: Impressive performance from Logan so far. Not many people can do what he is doing to Corey Black.

Logan pulls Corey to the middle of the ring, looks down, and signals he's going to the top rope. He does exactly that, perched on the top, Logan flies off with a diving heabutt that actually connects! The crowd oohs and aaws, Logan has never been known as a high flyer. Another pin from Logan, this time it's a lateral press.

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Kickout by Corey Black!

Zach Davis: Logan has been throwing a lot at Corey, lots of stuff Logan isn't known for doing. He's taken Corey off his game.

Logan peels Corey up off the mat and holds on to his head, measuring... measuring.. LARIAT! NO! Corey leaps up and backflips with Logan's swing! He lands on Logan's bent over body and hoists him up - PILEDRIVER FROM COREY BLACK!

Erin Robbins: Oh my! Spike!

Logan lands right on his head, Corey Black did not fuck around at all with that one. But he held on to Logan's waist. Corey turns Logan and pulls him up - ANOTHER PILEDRIVER! He's still holding on! FLIP PILEDRIVER!

Zach Davis: Eulogy of the Dead! Corey used to use that a finish! That's had to take a lot out of him!

If this was a video game, both men's energy meter would be flashing red. Logan worked a smart match the whole time, but got dumped on his head in quick succession. Both Logan and Corey Black shake the cobwebs out of their brains and reach a standing base. Logan throws the first punch, followed by one from Corey. Logan again, Corey again, Logan slaps Corey, Corey slaps Logan! The crowd is roaring, the energy is returning, LOGAN GOES FOR IMPACT STYLE! Corey drops to a knee and drives his elbow down into Logan's shin as he went for the backflip kick! Logan flops to the mat unsure of what the hell just happened, but Corey is on the attack with a single leg Boston crab!

Erin Robbins: What a reversal! I've never seen anything like that in my life!

Corey is sitting down as low as he can, pulling Logan's leg backward in such an unnatural way. Logan doesn't give up though, he fights his way to the ropes and forces a break. Logan to the apron, Corey goes to grab him but Logan hangs Corey up on the top, bouncing his neck off the rope. Logan stands up and locks in a sleeperhold from the apron! Is he going to go for it?! He does! No Corey throws his fist backward and connects with Logan's skull! Logan breaks the sleeper but grabs Corey's waist - GERMAN SUPLEX! LOGAN JUST SUPLEXED COREY BLACK FROM THE RING, OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR! LOGAN LANDS IN A HEAP ON THE FLOOR AS WELL!

Zach Davis: Nooo! Lord no what impact!

Corey Black is on his stomach in a heap near the guard railing, Logan is on the floor next to him. Corey hit and the velocity flipped him over, it was a brutal throw that took a lot out of Logan as well. Everyone in the arena is pretty well shocked, the ref included, who isn't even counting, he's on the floor checking to see if the two legends are okay. Logan snaps back into reality, scrambling over to Corey Black. He drags Corey's lifeless body to the apron, and rolls him into the ring, crawling in after him, and going for the pin!

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NO! NO NO NO! Corey Black has kicked out! The crowd pops, Logan sits on his knees confused and dumbfounded. Logan is done. He yanks Corey Black's head by the hair, standing him up, and executes a picture perfect Impact Style, sending Corey Black backward into the turnbuckle in a sitting position! Logan charges up and runs, rolling Senton crushing Corey's torso against the bottom buckle! And to finish it off, Logan grabs Corey's arm and violently pulls Corey up and into a lariat! Corey lands hard and Logan drops to his knees, pretty well spent, and not going for a cover for some reason.

Erin Robbins: Great string of moves, but no cover? Is Logan looking for more than just the win now?

Logan has CD up.. reverse DDT.. spins it out..

Zach Davis: TORTURE'S DEVICE!

He hits it clean! Into the pin! Logan is going to pin Corey Black with the Torture's Device!

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It's over! Logan wins!

EXCEPT COREY BLACK KICKED OUT! Logan is done. Fucking done. He roughly kicks Corey Black in the ribs before pulling him to his feet, throwing CD into the turnbuckle and placing him on top. Logan climbs up, hooks a suplex and heads to the top rope.

Erin Robbins: Logan is looking to wipe Corey out with a superplex!

The throw - BLOCKED! Corey hooks his foot under the attachment to the post! A jab to the stomach, elbow to the head, heabutt! Corey is fighting out of it! He rehooks, leaps off the top rope - FALCON ARROW! MADPLEX BETA! Logan lands awkwardly on his back!

Zach Davis: Damn!

Somehow Corey fights his way to his feet, walking over to Logan who surprises him with a flash small package! Corey Black blocks it! Logan is hanging off Corey's body trying to roll him over... but Corey isn't having it! DEADLIFT! LOGAN IS UP AND BACK DOWN, COREY BLACK DRILLS HIM WITH A BRAINBUSTER!

Erin Robbins: Unbelievable!

Corey into the pin, exhausted!

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3 - NO LOGAN KICKS OUT OF THE BRAINBUSTER!

Zach Davis: Oh my god, that was the move Corey used to beat Logan in their last match! Insane!

Corey scoffs, sits Logan up and starts unloading elbows on his head. Over and over and over, For Victory or Death! The ref is right in there, checking on Logan, he's still trying to fight them off and he's not tapping out. Several elbows later, Logan elbows backward into Corey's ribs, causing the hold to be broken! Corey reels back with fire in his eye. Logan is up, dazed, throws a punch that lands and doesn't do any damage to Corey Black at all. Another punch, nothing at all. ANOTHER IMPACT STYLE OUT OF NOWHERE!

Zach Davis: Logan got all of that one, wow!

Logan goes to crawl over into a pin but he meets Corey Black's legs. ARMS HOOKED, INTO THE AIR, FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!

Erin Robbins: Corey Black took Impact Style and slammed Logan face first into the mat!

In an absolutely ridiculous series, Corey absorbed Logan's kick and slammed him, only to fall backward and not be able to get into the pin, finally feeling the affects. The crowd is fully invested by now, edge of their seats, cheering the match on. Corey Black is the first man to his feet, Logan is up a few seconds after. The two men stagger toward each other, meeting in the middle of the ring, head on each others shoulder. Logan pushes Corey's head up and slaps the taste out of his mouth. Corey stands there, surveying the situation. The slap had little-to-no effect. Logan slaps him again, and again, no effect.

Zach Davis: This is surreal.

Finally, a third slap, blocked. Corey shakes his head, steps back and delivers a superkick on point! Logan doesn't go down, so Corey does it again! Two superkicks, Logan still isn't falling! Corey spins and goes for the discus lariat, but Logan moves in, SLEEPER HOLD -

Erin Robbins: CHECK YOUR TICKET, COREY BLACK!

Logan leaps over Corey's shoulder - and nothing. COREY BLACK BLOCKS THE CONNECTOR, REFUSING TO GO DOWN!

Zach Davis: WHAT IS THIS?!

Corey holds Logan up, maneuvers him over - BURNING. FUCKING. HAMMER. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! The crowd pop is deafening! Logan's body goes limp, flopping over to his stomach and not moving. Corey Black drops down to his knees, slowly rolls the Face of Treachery over. It's over. It's finally over. The pin, crowd chanting along.

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FOOT ON THE ROPE! Shock and fucking awe from everyone, somehow, some way, Logan had the presence of mind to put his foot on the bottom rope just in time to cancel the count! The ref is calling his count off, he saw the foot, it was just that close. Nobody in the universe can believe their eyes at this point.

Corey Black quickly sits Logan up and superkicks him in the back of the head! Then another! Somehow Logan is still up, albeit completely out. Corey winds up, spins, ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Logan simply crumbles to the mat, unable to even sit up anymore. Corey with the pin, hooks the leg to be sure, and the pin commences.

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Erin Robbins: COREY BLACK DOES IT.

The bell sounds as Corey stands up, barely able to believe it himself.

Zach Davis: The year is, indeed, 2014, and in a Semi-Main Event... Corey Black has just defeated Logan to become the Number One Contender to the WCF World Championship!

Instead of Corey's music playing... Master of Puppets hits.

Erin Robbins: Say whaaaaaat?

Seth Lerch steps out from the back. Corey stands up, of course, unamused.

Zach Davis: What does Seth have to say? What could he possibly.... ?

Seth has a mic.

Seth Lerch: Well... congratulations. I certainly wasn't expecting this match to go like THIS.

The fans boo. Some chant "PANTHEON!"

Seth Lerch: Truth be told, I don't know WHAT I expected. Putting you two in a World Title Contendership match? Nolstalgia pops, THAT'S what I was expecting, I guess. Some of the old fans that still think Torture, Hellz Angel, Outcast, and Skyler Striker were our best Champions... some of those fans tuning in. That's what I wanted. And from preliminary reports, that's what I've got!

Mixed reaction from the crowd. Corey just looks bored.

Seth Lerch: Corey, in Mexico you and Fly earned yourselves a Tag Team Title shot, and you still haven't used it. Tonight, you won yourself a World Title shot. I'm not going to let you hang onto it as long as you want, not this time. I'm going to dictate when you get this World Title shot.

The fans buzz.

Seth Lerch: And it won't be at Revenge.

Now.. they boo. Everyone was expecting the winner of this match to get a Title shot at the upcoming PPV.

Erin Robbins: What is Seth playing at?

Seth paces the stage a little bit before continuing.

Seth Lerch: Corey... Logan.. the two of you are icons. You can pull out all the stops when it comes to big matches. In fact, Corey, I remember you pulling out all the stops at One back in 2012. And I remember the Slam after that, the 200th episode, where you walked in as Champion.

Corey looks around, and the fans buzz once more.

Seth Lerch: We've come pretty far since then, Corey. About 100 Slams far.

More buzzing.

Seth Lerch: So Corey, I've officially decided. You'll get your World Title shot on the 300th episode of Slam!

The fans cheer!

Zach Davis: I hate agreeing with Seth, but how appropriate!

Erin Robbins: Back at One in 2012, Corey Black was able to defeat Odin Balfore and walk into the 200th episode of Slam as World Champion. Now he's getting a shot at Slam 300 to walk out as the World Champion as well!?

Seth paces once more.

Seth Lerch: The last Slam was the 292nd. That means that you have eight shows until your World Title shot, Corey. Enjoy that time, because whoever wins the Ultimate Showdown match? They'll have been through hell and back, Corey. Think you can defeat them?

Seth scoffs.

Seth Lerch: We'll see.

With that, Seth exits to the back. Corey's music plays as he celebrates his win.

Zach Davis: Well fans, that'll teach us to assume. We thought this was for a Title match at Revenge, but no! Corey Black moves on to Slam 300 to face the World Champion.

Erin Robbins: And who will that World Champion be?

Ultimate Showdown Match
Every Title on the Line
Oblivion vs Jayson Price vs vs Remus Micayle vs Nathan von Liebert vs Zombie McMorris vs Chelsea Armstrong vs ICE Beckman vs John Gable vs Alexander Richards vs Steve Orbit

Zach Davis: Let's find out. The time has finally come. The Ultimate Showdown is upon us.

Erin Robbins: WCF's ten best and brightest are represented here; and eight of them are Champions. The best of the best are fighting tonight. Whoever emerges as World Champion will, once and for all, know that he.. or she.. is the best of the best.

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."

THE CROWD POPS HUGE!

Zach Davis: HERE COMES THE WORLD CHAMPION... HERE COMES STEVE ORBIT!

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, he is your World Champion, he is THE MACK... he is.. STEEEEEEEEVE ORRRRRRRRRRRRBIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!

Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has managed to establish himself as one of the longest reigning Champions in WCF history. He's a two time Champion, and in fact won the World Title almost exactly one year ago... at this very show.

At ringside, Orbit removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.

The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk... He is the United States Champion... He is Natural ICEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BECKKKKKKKKKMAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!

ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.

Erin Robbins: ICE has the whole wrestling world buzzing. This is the biggest match in his career, and he's slowly but surely risen through the WCF ranks and gotten people talking. In fact, he got himself on Steve Orbit's radar mighty quick. Unlike many in this match, he's never held the World Title before, but he's made himself a serious threat.

The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. Richards holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder with the real hardcore championship around his waist.

Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... THE HARDCORE CHAMPION... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" ALEEEEEEEEEEEEEX RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRDDSS!!!

Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.

Zach Davis: Speaking of "the biggest match of his career" and "made himself a serious threat," here is Alex Richards! He's gone toe to toe with the likes of Oblivion and Logan... and he's come out on top. He's proven himself in big matches, but never yet for the World Title. Tonight, however, could be the night.

"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... HE IS YOUR CINEMA CHAMPION... JOOOOOOOOOOOOHN GAAAAAAAAAAAAAABLEEEEEEEEEEEE!

He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.

Erin Robbins: I just hope Gable loses that damn belt of his so we can call it the Television Championship again. He's held it since April, which considering the amount of defenses the ... Cinema... Champion needs to make, is a hugely impressive amount of time to have held it. John Gable cannot be underestimated.

Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring next, he is the Internet Champion... THE HONEY BADGER, THE DUKE OF NEW YORK... ZOMBIEEEEEEEEEEEE MCMORRRRRRRRRRRISSSSSSS!

ZMAC begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris got into this match by the skin of his teeth, having luckily for him defeated the former Champ, Montgomery. Zombie McMorris was the first ever Internet Champion, and is the only three time Internet Champion in history. As part of the Vapor Kings, he's looking to move on up the ladder tonight - and he just might do it.

Perfect Insanity by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri she is the People's Champion, she is The Sweet Nightmare... SHE IS CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELSEAAAAAAAA ARRRRRRRRRRRMSTROOOOOOOOOOONNGG!

She mumbles to herself almost as if talking to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down and awaits the start of the match all the while still mumbling carelessly to herself. Just before the bell rings her eyes will flash their bright emerald color as a wicked smile comes over her ruby red lips.

Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong is the only female in this match, but she's proven time and time again she can go toe to toe with any man in the company. She's held the Television Title, and is the current People's Champion of course. We know Steeltoe Joe is hot on her tail, but she has more to deal with tonight. Despite the drama with Seifer Black and S-PAC, will she be able to overcome all of that and win the big one... the World Championship?

All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction. "Fuck You Price" and "Jayson Fucking Price" chants start up as Price pulls out a bible, opens it and pulls out a flask before tossing the bible to the side.

Kyle Steel: Introducing next, he is the South Street Menace... he is JAAAAAAAAAAAYSONNN PRIIIIIIIIIIIIICCEE!

As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, slapping a few hands while taking drinks from his flask, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle, taking a few more drinks from his flask. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.

Zach Davis: Jayson Price has been hot in the tails of Steve Orbit for quite a while now, and he's a former World Champion in his own right. He's also had.. well, EVERY OTHER BELT IN THE COMPANY. If anyone deserves to be in a match with every belt on the line, Jayson Price is that man.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...

BREATHE WITH ME!!

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim!!
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale... EXHA-A-A-LE!!

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Erin Robbins: And here is Oblivion. A true force of horror in WCF, he's held every one of our major belts, and most of them more than once. He fought his way here, and we've seen him do it before... he could fight his way to the World Championship.

A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms.

Kyle Steel: Introducing next, one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions.... Representing Team Science.... NAAAAAAAATHAN VON LIEEEEEEEEBERRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!

Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.

"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"

Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.

Zach Davis: And here is Nathan von Liebert, of course.... the man who WON last year's Ultimate Showdown match, and the man who was able to go on and defeat Steve Orbit the following month! Nathan von Liebert knows exactly how important this match is, and if he can win it again here tonight... he won't have to wait until next month. He'll be the World Champion here tonight.

Erin Robbins: And of course we know who’s the last entrant in tonight’s match! Whee!

The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp.

Zach Davis: Ahh, of course. The LAST participant in tonight’s HUGE main event. The other half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Doctor Remus Micayle. The dark horse who could just go on to win it all, judging by everyone’s reaction on the Internet.

Erin Robbins: And they are most definitely right! You all know that he’s not only intelligent, but he got the brawn to back up his words. All his lessons over the course of the past seven months have been some of the greatest times in WCF history! Just imagine what he could do as World Champion!

Zach Davis: I disagree completely, but that’s my own opinion, and I shall graciously retreat from this conversation. But going on to that point, how can he be at full form after what happened to him last week? We all saw what state of body he was in after that brutal assault, which by the way, we still have no idea who was the culprit!

A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.

Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona… weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds… he is one-half of the WCF Tag Team Champions… DOCTOR REEEEEEEEEEEEEMUSSSSSSSSS MIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCAYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE!!!

Zach Davis: Just take a closer look at him, he’s practically broken! I bet you that a simple clothesline would just knock him unconscious!

Indeed, as the self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin walks down the ramp, it is apparent that he’s not in the greatest shape. A few whispers go off in the crowd, as they wonder how desperate this man is in order to retain, or even win a championship.

Erin Robbins: Say what you will, but I believe in the Doctor. His suaveness, his knowledge, his skill, none of which these people in the ring can match! I belie— HEY! HEY! WHAT THE HELL!

Zach Davis: What the-!

The Scientist is still limping down the ramp, so in pain that he fails to notice a hoodie-wearing figure quickly charging him from the back! The crowd is in shock, and so are the other participants of the Ultimate Showdown match! Before Micayle could do so much as turn, the assailant takes him down with a football tackle, sending the WCF Tag Team Champion down on to the unforgiving concrete! He clutches the back of his head in agony, as the attacker continues to pound away at the defenceless Scientist.

Zach Davis: HEY! Who on Earth is that?

Erin Robbins: He MUST be the same son of a bitch that hit the Doctor last week! What the hell! Someone has to stop this nonsense!

But no one is doing anything. Not even Nathan, who is looking away in mere distaste. It is every man for himself in this Ultimate Showdown match, and it seems that the less opponents there are, the less they have to worry about.

Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL! SOMEONE GET A REFEREE TO STOP THIS MURDER!

The now-bloody Micayle is hoisted violently to his feet, before being thrown back to the entrance stage. The crowd is booing loudly as they witness this unprecedented assault, but there is simply no one who’s stopping the mayhem. More brutal strikes are administered to the Doctor, before finally, Micayle collapses, streams of crimson flowing down his face.

Zach Davis: This is… sick.

Undaunted by Micayle’s lack of awareness, the assailant brings Micayle back to his feet once more. He kicks him in the gut, doubling him over, before the hooded figure takes a few steps back. He analyses the defenceless Micayle for a few seconds, before CHARGING right in with a simply DEVASTATING running bicycle kick! The manoeuvre throws Micayle right down to the mat and probably into next Tuesday - the intent behind it is nothing but lethal!

Erin Robbins: HEY! I know that move!

Zach Davis: It’s it…

Glancing down at the now-unconscious Micayle, the hooded figure looks back up to the crowd, before pulling down his hood, grinning widely as he does so.

Erin Robbins: CORMACK MACNEILL! THAT SLY SEQUITUS BASTARD! How dare he do this to the Doctor?

Zach Davis: It must be payback for the other time they faced off in the Stretcher Match! Micayle put him in the hospital for close to two months, and MacNeill must have seen it right to do the same to him! But at this match? Wow! He really knows how to pick his spot!

His smile growing even wider, Cormack raises his hand in triumph over the bloodied Micayle. At this point of time, paramedics rush out from the back, before quickly stretchering the Scientist off. Not saying another word, MacNeill follows suit, walking backstage.

Erin Robbins: I… I can’t believe it! That trash bag just walks off after that? What the hell!? He just seriously injured Micayle and now this happens!?

Zach Davis: He made his point alright! Cormack MacNeill is back in the WCF people, and what a way to make his return! He just took out one competitor in the Ultimate Showdown match!

Meanwhile, the crowd is wild at what they just witnessed. The match officials quickly huddle for a couple of minutes, before Kyle Steel once again steps into the ring, microphone in hand. The fans quickly quieten down to hear the latest developments.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen… as a result of what just happened, WCF management has just announced that this would now be a nine-man match! Doctor Remus Micayle will no longer be in this match, and hence, will relinquish the WCF Tag Team Championship!

Erin Robbins: WHAT!? This is bullshit!

The crowd explodes at the comment, while the other nine competitors look on approvingly.

Zach Davis: It figures! It’s a champions match, and if he can’t participate, I guess he’ll have to forfeit!

Kyle Steel: That said... referee, RING THE BELL!

The bell sounds and the match is on! But what happens next reveals the seriousness of the match. None of the nine competitors rush headfirst into battle. Each of them stays where they are, looking back and forth at the men next to them, no one making a move.

Erin Robbins: Rare that you see a match of this calibur start this way, normally it is all action right away!, lots of energy and fighting. But everyone here is taking this seriously, and carefully. As we just saw, anything is possible, and no one wants to make a mistake.

Orbit and Price lock eyes, nod... Orbit rushes ICE as Price rushes McMorris!

Zach Davis: WE'VE GOT PANTHEON VERSUS THE VAPOR KINGS!

And NOW all hell breaks loose. Orbit Clotheslines ICE down as Price tackles Zombie McMorris and hits him with punch after punch. Chelsea Armstrong and John Gable tentatively convene together and attack Alex Richards. Oblivion and Nathan von Liebert begin brawling.

Erin Robbins: This is madness! But of course it would be.

Nathan is able to irish whip Oblivion to the ropes before hitting a Big Boot, sending the Monster flying out of the ring. He then turns - directly into the waiting Pimp Hand of Steve Orbit.

Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP! PIMP SLAP OUT OF NOWHERE!

Nathan's eyes roll up into his head.... but only for a brief second. Out of instinct alone, Nathan takes a wild swing - but Orbit ducks that and ends up behind the former Champion. Orbit hooks him and executes a Half Nelson Suplex!

Erin Robbins: AND THERE'S THE HONEY DIP!

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has clearly targeted Nathan von Liebert as one of the most dangerous men in this match! Last year, Nathan won and ended up taking the belt off Orbit... this seems like revenge to me!

Orbit quickly jumps to the top. While there is chaos going on everywhere else, Orbit is able to fly off and hit, what else?

Erin Robbins: OAKLAND SPLASH!

Into the pin.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: TEAM SCIENCE HAS BEEN VANQUISHED!

The bell sounds, indicating the elimination. The other competitors don't stop what they're doing, but of course there is surprise in the air.

Erin Robbins: No one ever expected this, Zach. We're guaranteed new Tag Team Champions, now!

Zach Davis: And Jayson Price and Oblivion are guaranteed belts. AANNDD more importantly, two very big World Title contenders were taken out of the match very early.

Orbit turns back around to his earlier opponent - but ICE is up. Beckman hits Orbit with a Dropkick, sending Orbit reeling back. ICE throws Orbit to the ropes and as he's coming back.... ICE hits Orbit with a T-Bone Suplex, RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Erin Robbins: DAMN!

Meanwhile, McMorris has gotten the upper hand on Price by poking him right in the eyes and throwing him out of the ring. McMorris and ICE.. now go toe to toe with Chelsea Armstrong and John Gable!

Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings go head to head with S-PAC now!

Gable and ICE trade blows as do Chelsea and McMorris! Gable and ICE spill to the outside, leaving only Chelsea and McMorris in the ring. McMorris gets the upper hand and kicks her stiff in the gut. He shouts something about her ovaries before lifting her up into a Sitout Powerbomb.

Erin Robbins: What'd he say!? That was offensive.

NO!, once Chelsea is up she reverses it with a Hurricanrana! It doesn't take McMorris down, however, and instead sends him flying into the ropes. He comes back and Chelsea takes him down with a Legsweep. She follows up by sitting on top of him and hitting him with a series of mounted punches!

Zach Davis: Hey, wait, oof! Outside the ring...

Oblivion has just grabbed a chair from ringside and THWACK!, he's taken down Alex Richards with it. Richards is bleeding!

Erin Robbins: I guess it goes without saying, but in a match like this.. there are no rules. And of course Oblivion would take advantage of that.

Oblivion lifts the chair up again and brings it crashing down onto the body of Richards. And again.. and again!

Zach Davis: Somebody get that chair away from him!

Jayson Price is that man. He senses how dangerous an armed Oblivion would be and grabs the chair as Oblivion raised it again. Oblivion turns around and BAM!, chair shot to Oblivion's head now! Oblivion is sent reeling as Price tosses the chair away. Price then grabs Oblivion and throws him into the ring steps. He grabs him and is about to roll him into the ring, but he's hit with a Low Blow from Richards!

Erin Robbins: Not that there's much there to get injured... or so Shannan tells me.

Regardless, Price sells the low blow as if it were death. Richards yells that Oblivion is his and grabs the monster, blood trickling down Richards' face. Richards hits Oblivion with a series of forearms before rolling him into the ring. Richards then slides in as well and lifts Oblivion up. Oblivion shoves Richards away, however. Oblivion gets to his feet and then runs at Richards.

Zach Davis: RICHARDS LIFTS OBLIVION UP!

WHAT A REVERSAL! Richards lifts Oblivion onto his shoulders..

Erin Robbins: Death Valley Driver!

RICHARDS DROPS HIM! He goes for the pin quickly, hooking Oblivion's leg!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Oblivion kicks out!

Zach Davis: SO CLOSE!

Erin Robbins: Oblivion was almost a Tag Team Champion! You know, if the Vapor Kings want to be Tag Team Champions so bad, why don't they both just lay down right here and now?

Richards lifts Oblivion up again but he's caught from behind, this time by John Gable. Gable spins Richards around and kicks him in the gut, hitting a Snap DDT!

Zach Davis: Beautifully executed by the Cinema Champion!

Gable drops and pins Richards, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

No!, another kickout.

Erin Robbins: The Hardcore Champion is lucky on one account; he and Micayle have become huge rivals, and having Micayle taken out of this match was a big positive.

Gable lifts Richards up but Richards breaks free and drops Gable with a Neckbreaker. He then turns - INTO A FIREMAN'S CARRY FROM OBLIVION.

Zach Davis: Oblivion has him up...

5150! OBLIVION HITS IT!

Erin Robbins: Into a pin!

ONE.

TWO.

NO!, RICHARDS KICKS OUT!

Zach Davis: HOLY MOLY! How'd he do that!?

Erin Robbins: It's still early in this match, Zach! And Alex Richards has proven he's a tough mother.. well, y'know.

Oblivion is pissed. He gets up and is instantly attacked by Steve Orbit!, but Oblivion shoves Orbit away.

Zach Davis: The Monster is none too happy, Erin. And he's ready to take control.

Orbit runs at Oblivion again, but this time Oblivion catches him and executes a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker! Jayson Price is next, and he runs right into a BLACK HOLE!

Erin Robbins: BLACK HOLE TO JAYSON PRICE!

Chelsea Armstrong flies off the top with a Body Press, but Oblivion catches her and throws her with a Fallaway Slam!

Zach Davis: Can anyone stop this man!?

Erin Robbins: Is that what he is?

Natural ICE Beckman goes toe to toe with Oblivion next. Instead of going for an attack... ICE asks Oblivion to bring it!

Zach Davis: Beckman wants Oblivion to bring the fight to him!

Oblivion runs at ICE and goes for a kick. ICE catches it... only to be hit with an ENZIGURI from the Monster Oblivion! Beckman's eyes glaze over now too and before he can go down Oblivion catches him and executes a Gutwrench Neckbreaker!

Erin Robbins: God DAMN.

Oblivion gets up, roaring.. as Alex Richards runs at him and STOs him straight into the mat!

Zach Davis: ALEX RICHARDS TAKES OBLIVION DOWN!

Oblivion hits the mat and gets back up immediately. Richards is ready, he ducks a wild swing by Oblivion and then executes a GERMAN SUPLEX!, into the bridge pin!

ONE!

TWO!

No!, Oblivion kicks out!

But Richards still doesn't give up. Oblivion.. AGAIN.. gets to his feet. But he's woozy. This gives Richards the chance to grab him..

Erin Robbins: ZIM-QUILA HANGOVER!

Richards hits it!, and follows up with a series of stomps. But again... Oblivion gets up.

Zach Davis: What is going to keep him down!?

Once Oblivion is up.. he's hurting.. but he once again roars in the face of Richards. Oblivion grabs Richards and goes to irish whip him to the ropes, but Richards reverses it, sending Oblivion to the ropes instead. As Oblivion comes back Richards catches him in a Belly to Back Suplex position... AND HITS THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!

Erin Robbins: THERE IT IS!

Richards drops and pins Oblivion once more.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: ALEX RICHARDS HAS DONE IT!

The bell sounds!

Erin Robbins: OBLIVION IS ELIMINATED! Richards stopped the monster!

Zach Davis: And made him a Tag Team Champion in the process! I pity whoever gets eliminated next... I pity whoever has to be in a Tag Team with a man like Oblivion.

John Gable senses an opening and runs at the unsuspecting Richards. Richards takes Gable down with a Sambo Suplex, however. Chelsea Armstrong is next, and she gets a Belly to Belly for her troubles!

Erin Robbins: Alex Richards is cleaning house!

The Archduke of Mass Confusion is doing just that. Dropping competitor after competitor after competitor is no easy feat, and it seems that he’s unstoppable. Dropkick, lariat, suplex. Whatever you can think of, Richards is executing just that.

Zach Davis: He’s determined to win this thing, yes he is!

Nearby, Steve Orbit has just been taken down by a Big Boot by Zombie McMorris. Roaring loudly in anticipation, Richards carefully stalks the groggy Steve Orbit, who is just recovering after suffering the effects of the Boot. The crowd cheers loudly as the fan favourite starts to prep himself to hit yet another one of his devastating manoeuvres.

Erin Robbins: Will this big move be enough to take out the World Champion?

Zach Davis: I do think so! And just look at the Hardcore Champion, ready to strike! He’s going for another Final Enlightenment, I believe! He’s ready to suplex the hell out of Orbit, and there he goe—HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!

Erin Robbins: Yet another interference in this match! What on earth is going on!

Just as Richards was about to grab the still-dazed Orbit, he is blindsided by three HUGE dudes who seemingly just jumped the guardrail. The World Champion drops to the mat, so weakened he is. Despite them going up against a champion, they are not intimidated in the slightest. Utilising their superior numbers to their advantage, the three goons charge Alex, taking him to the ground. Pummelling Richards with all their might, the strangers seem almost… mercenary in their approach.

Zach Davis: WHO THE HELL ARE THESE MONKEYS? I HAVE NEVER— Wait just a goddamn minute! I remember them now! They are the thugs Micayle hired last week to stalk Alex Richards! I just never thought they’ll make their move now! There’s no disqualification in a match like this!

Richards fights back bravely, but the combination of fatigue and the numbers game is too much for him to bear. While two of the goons try to take him out, one of them rolls out of the ring and gets a steel chair.

Erin Robbins: Uh oh. This is not looking good for Richards.

With a roar of fury, Richards somehow manages to break free from the duo. His eyes wide with rage, he rises from the ground in search for the third. But before he could so much as turn, the goon with the chair SMASHES him over the head with the foreign object. Almost immediately, Richards slumps back to the mat, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Zach Davis: DISGUSTING! These three fools might just have cost Alex the Ultimate Showdown match!

Erin Robbins: Heh. Doctor Micayle chose his moment well, it seems. Though he’s out of the match, knowing that he could possibly break Richards is a genius move. Well done sir!

Breathing heavily, the three goons quickly make towards the entrance ramp, where they quickly exit the ring. The crowd is booing heavily, but there is absolutely nothing that the referee can do about it.

Erin Robbins: It’s a consolation for the Scientist, at the very least. After what that idiot Cormack did to him, having one over Richards is bound to make him happier. What's going to happen now?

JOHN GABLE quickly senses an opportunity and rolls into the ring, grabbing Richards and lifting him up...

Zach Davis: MALTESE FALCON. Come on, Gable, seriously?

Gable pins Richards, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

Erin Robbins: Gable scores the elimination!

The fans begin to boo and chant "RICHARDS GOT SCREWED!"

Zach Davis: We mentioned that maybe Richards was lucky Micayle got eliminated earlier, but it turns out that doesn't seem to be true. Micayle managed to take out Richards after all.

Erin Robbins: And hey, wait a minute.... Richards has become a Tag Team Champion.

Zach Davis: WITH OBLIVION!?

John Gable stands up, patting himself on the back. He can't congratulate himself for too long, however, as he's locked into a Sleeper from Jayson Price! Price executes a Sleeper Slam!

Erin Robbins: At least we didn't get Oblivion and Jayson Price as Tag Team Champions, I can only imagine.

Zach Davis: At any rate, whoever is eliminated next will become our new People's Champion!

Price gets back to his feet and is taken down with a Flying Lariat from Chelsea Armstrong! She stomps Price several times before lifting him up again and throwing him into a corner. However, she's spun around and hit with a quick jab from Steve Orbit!

Erin Robbins: The World Champion is back!

Orbit throws Chelsea to the ropes and then Spears her down! Orbit helps Price to his feet, but Price doesn't want any part of it at this point; he shoves Orbit away. Orbit asks Price what his problem is, Price responds that Orbit is his problem. The two trash talk a little more.. until the Vapor Kings make their presence known once more!, with ICE attacking Price and McMorris attacking Orbit!

Zach Davis: I just kinda realized, we're down to six people.. and three teams. S-PAC, Pantheon, and the Vapor Kings. This might as well be a tag match at this point.

McMorris rakes Orbit's eyes and then throws him to the ropes. As Orbit is coming back, McMorris takes him down with a Spinning Powerslam!

Erin Robbins: At the end of the day, Steve Orbit is what this match is about. The World Championship is what this match is about. As we saw last week, Orbit got taken out... and thus far he's not having a lot of luck.

Zach Davis: Of course he's not, and it's because he has a target on his back, Erin. But what his competitors don't know is that he's had a target on his back since he BECAME World Champion. He's used to it. Steve Orbit can take a beating.. come back.. and win.

ICE jabs Price in the face and then kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. ICE goes for a Snap Suplex, but Price blocks it; Price reverses it with a Northern Lights Suplex!

One!

Two!

No!, ICE kicks out!

Erin Robbins: ICE was almost the People's Champion! You know, I could see that.

Price and ICE are both to their feet; ICE takes Price down with a Scoop Slam. ICE then drops an elbow but Price rolls away. Price springs to his feet and fires off a perfectly placed Dropkick to ICE, sending him backwards into the turnbuckle. Price runs at him and hits a Running Knee!

Zach Davis: Oof!

ICE stumbles out of the corner and Price hits him with a RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

Erin Robbins: This match is Suplexamania!

Price gets back to his feet.. only for the current People's Champion to spin him around and take him down with a SHINING WIZARD!

Zach Davis: BLAM! Kick to Price's head!

Chelsea quickly grabs Price and locks it in...

Erin Robbins: Chelsea has Price wrapped in the Last Goodnight!

Jayson Price screams in pain. But he won't tap out.

Zach Davis: Jayson Price isn't going to give up his chance at Orbit's World Title! Not like this!

Chelsea screams herself, yelling at Price to tap out... BUT ORBIT BREAKS IT UP!

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit, what are you doing?!

Zach Davis: He's Pantheon to the core, Erin! He just saved Jayson Price from Chelsea Armstrong!

Chelsea angrily gets to her feet, yelling at Orbit for being a fool. Orbit runs at Chelsea, but Chelsea catches him...

Erin Robbins: LIGHT'S OUT! CHELSEA ARMSTRONG HITS STEVE ORBIT WITH THE LIGHTS OUT!

Chelsea pins Steve Orbit, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!

NO! ORBIT KICKS OUT!

Crowd: OOOHHH!

Erin Robbins: That was so close! But Steve Orbit doesn't give up that easily!

Chelsea gets back to her feet and begins stomping away at Orbit. She's soon joined by John Gable, laying the boots to the World Champion.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit helped his Pantheon teammate in Jayson Price, and was awarded.. with almost losing the match? Geez.

Erin Robbins: It isn't over yet, Zach. That mistake may have cost Orbit the World Championship.

Gable and Chelsea lift Orbit to his feet and toss him out of the ring. They then turn to Price. They run at him and begin assaulting him as well!

Zach Davis: S-PAC, their problems and all, are hijacking this match.

Gable and Armstrong lift Price up and execute a Double Suplex. S-PAC is then immediately joined by the Vapor Kings!

Erin Robbins: It's mob warfare! Or stable warfare. Or just team warfare. It's SOME kind of warfare.

Beckman immediately drops Chelsea with a Swinging Neckbreaker while McMorris spins around Gable and takes him down with a Sidewalk Slam, into a pin attempt!

One.

Two.

No!, Gable kicks out!

Zach Davis: What would Gable call the People's Championship? The People's Choice Award?

The Vapor Kings both kick Gable out of the ring before focusing on Chelsea. They kick at her before lifting her up. Zombie holds her while Beckman hits a vicious kick to the gut. McMorris tosses her forward... and into a Spike DDT.

Erin Robbins: HANGOVER DDT. It's over.

McMorris is the one that drops onto Chelsea and pins her, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

Zach Davis: Well.. this is legitimately surprising. In a match as chaotic as this, someone actually retains their belt!

Erin Robbins: Chelsea Black Armstrong retains the People's Championship!

The Vapor Kings now turn their attention to Jayson Price. Or maybe Jayson Price now turns his attention to the Vapor Kings. Both happen at the same time. Price runs at Beckman and McMorris and hits them both with a Dropkick!, one leg for each man. Both go down and get back up. Orbit joins him. Both Pantheon members throw the Vapor Kings members to the ropes; both Vapor Kings come back; Price drops McMorris with a Inverted Headlock Backbreaker while Orbit takes ICE down with a Legdrop Bulldog!

Zach Davis: Pantheon back on top!

Erin Robbins: SNORE.

Gable comes from behind... EPIC DOUBLE LOW BLOW!

Zach Davis: ...Ha.

Gable proceeds to spin Orbit around and lock him in the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! The crowd pops for the move. Price is down and hurt from his second low blow in this match and he's hurting. The Vapor Kings are here to make things worse and they lift Price up. ICE throws him to the ropes as McMorris runs at him and Clotheslines him into the corner.

Erin Robbins: Orbit won't tap!, but he's hurting. Gable tosses him out of the ring.

Gable follows Orbit out of the ring to continue beating on him. Meanwhile, McMorris lifts Price up top and positions him..

Zach Davis: Oh no.

MCMORRIS TAKES PRICE DOWN WITH HIS DEUCE AND A HALF!

Jayson Price, showing his fighting spirit, bounces right back up.. and right back into a BEER BONG by ICE Beckman!

Erin Robbins: JAYSON PRICE TAKEN DOWN BY A BEER BONG!

ICE pins Price, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: And there it is. Jayson Price... is our Internet Champion.

Erin Robbins: Oh God. Everybody, get offline! Get offline while you can!

ICE and McMorris get up and raise their arms in the air, to a mixed reaction from the fans. McMorris turns to the outside of the ring, where Gable and Orbit are still brawling... only for Beckman to roll him up from behind.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: What?!

The fans roar in shock as Zombie McMorris is eliminated!

Erin Robbins: Zombie McMorris is our new United States Champion!

McMorris gets up and he's understandably pissed. Beckman backs away, not having meant to turn on him, per se, but every man for himself, he sensed an opportunity... the referee brings the United States Title into the ring, Beckman's own belt. Beckman snatches it away from him and hands it to McMorris as a peace offering.

Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris was eliminated by his own partner! We expected S-PAC or Pantheon to implode, but we sure didn't expect this!

Begrudgingly, McMorris snatches the United States Title away from Beckman and rolls out of the ring, heading to the back.

Erin Robbins: We've seen Natural ICE Beckman pass the United States Title torch over to Zombie McMorris. Beckman really held that Title high and carried it for a while, so I'd say that's a big deal.

Zach Davis: We've got three Titles left. The Television Title, the Hardcore Title.... and the World Title.

Beckman quickly climbs out of the ring and begins clubbing both Orbit and Gable. ICE throws Orbit into the announce table, but Orbit jumps onto the ring steps, onto the announce table... and then flies off with a LEAPING DDT ONTO ICE!

Erin Robbins: ...

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: I've NEVER seen something like that before!

Orbit is ready to come alive! Gable is right there to take him down, however, and spins him around and knees him in the gut before elbowing him in the face. Sensing danger out there, Gable rolls Orbit back into the ring. Gable reenters and begins stomping at him.

Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash, eat your heart out! Gable has Orbit exactly where he wants him!

The fans boo as Gable lifts Orbit up. Gable taunts Orbit by doing a mock Kung Fu stance.... and then hitting a Crane Kick!

Zach Davis: Oh come on...

Gable shouts some quick thoughts on the movie the Karate Kid before beginning to climb to the top. The fans boo as Gable reaches the top and again taunts.

Erin Robbins: Is John Gable going to succeed where Waylon Cash failed!?

Gable flies off the top... AND HITS THE OAKLAND SPLASH!

Zach Davis: Oh COME ON!

Gable, not known for his high risk moves, pins Orbit, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, ORBIT KICKS OUT!

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit hasn't held the Television Title in almost two years, but he almost won it again here tonight!

Gable isn't too pleased with this result. He lifts Orbit up and he's ready to finish this.

Zach Davis: He's ready for the City Lights. Here it comes.

Gable lifts him... NO! Orbit reverses it and lands behind Gable! He locks him!

Erin Robbins: HONEY DIP!

NO!, Gable elbows his way out of it! Both men are free and Gable runs at Orbit. Orbit lifts him and executes a quick Fireman's Carry Gutbuster!

Zach Davis: Out of nowhere!

Orbit backs up, some measure of intensity in his eyes, and measures Gable as he stumbles to his feet. He forgets the Kung Fu stance but Orbit kicks Gable with his own Crane Kick!

Erin Robbins: CRANE KICK FROM STEVE ORBIT!

Zach Davis: HAH!

Orbit drops and pins John Gable!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! GABLE KICKS OUT!

Erin Robbins: SO CLOSE. Gable almost retained that Cinema Championship of his.

But Orbit isn't done. He grabs Gable and wraps him up..

Zach Davis: ORBIT LOCKS IN THE 23-HOUR LOCKDOWN!

Gable yells out in pain for several moments but Orbit has him in the middle of the ring. There's nowhere for him to go. Gable kicks his legs, looking for any sense that he's near the ropes.. No. Gable taps his hand against Orbit's ankle.

Erin Robbins: John Gable retains his Cinema Championship!

Gable rolls out of the ring as Orbit gets up and quickly spots Beckman, still outside the ring. During the Orbit/Gable exchange, Beckman had been resting. But it's down to one on one now. Beckman enters the ring.

Zach Davis: Aw shit. Aaww shit.

Beckman steps inside, and Steve Orbit is holding his ground in the center of the ring. Beckman steps up to him, toe to toe, staring the man in the eye.

Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit and ICE Beckman have gone through the best of the best... and this match is down to them.

Zach Davis: Once we got to Ultimate Showdown and we knew the United States Champion was going to get a World Title shot, all of a sudden all eyes were on good old Nattie Ice. Including Orbit's. He knew this was going to be a possibility.

Erin Robbins: And here we go.

ICE and Orbit stare into each other's eyes, trying to measure the intensity and the resolve in each of them. The fans begin to chant.

Crowd: LET'S GO BECK-MAN!

Crowd: STEVE OR-BIT!

Crowd: LET'S GO BECK-MAN!

Crowd: STEVE OR-BIT!

Beckman looks towards the crowd. Orbit looks towards the crowd. And at the same moment, they both decide.

Zach Davis: LET'S JUST FIGHT!

Orbit and Beckman begin trading blows! Furious rights and lefts from each competitor to the other! Orbit hits several fists to the head of Beckman, and Beckman hits several to Orbit! Each competitor has taken their fair share of beatings before, and neither man is backing down!

Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman has never been a World Champion, Zach! It's so hard.. SO DAMN HARD to break through the glass ceiling here in the WCF and become a World Champion for the first time. But to do it in the Ultimate Showdown match?

Steve Orbit gets the upper hand. He throws Beckman to the ropes and executes a Spinebuster as the now former United States Champion comes back towards him.

Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Steve Orbit has held the World Title since February. Very few men have held the Title longer than Orbit has, and those men include names such as Torture and Corey Black, albeit on a technicality I believe.

Orbit gets back up and transitions into a Boston Crab.

Erin Robbins: This has been quite a long match, but these men have both proven to be the best of the best. This Boston Crab isn't going to put Beckman away, but it may wear him down enough to where Orbit is able to pin him.

Beckman yells out in pain but to no avail; Orbit has no plan of releasing the hold. Beckman crawls towards the ropes.

Crowd: LET'S GO BECK-MAN!

Crowd: STEVE OR-BIT!

AANNDD he makes it!

Crowd: LET'S GO BECK-MAN!

Crowd: STEVE OR-BIT!

Orbit releases the hold!, but he lifts Beckman up and tosses him to the ropes. As Beckman is coming back Orbit leapfrogs over him, throwing him off his game, and then puts him in an Abdominal Stretch once he comes back.

Zach Davis: Now that the match is down to one on one, Steve Orbit has slowed the pace down. He's wearing Beckman down.

Erin Robbins: And say what you want about Beckman and his US Title defenses, but he's never fought one on one for the World Title. And that's what he's doing right now.

Zach Davis: At the very least, he's walking away with the Hardcore Title, which is interesting. But does Beckman have what it takes to go beyond that?

Orbit clubs Beckman's abs a bit, but Beckman has had enough. He yells out and is able to reverse the Abdominal Stretch into a Hip Toss!, sending Orbit into the mat. Orbit gets back up and runs at Beckman, looking to press his advantage, but Beckman sidesteps away from him and hits Orbit with a T-BONE SUPLEX!

Erin Robbins: Beckman back in control!

Zach Davis: Don't speak too soon, Erin!

ICE grabs Orbit's leg and kicks it several times before he begins to wrap him up.

Erin Robbins: He's going to lock in the Sharpshooter!

No!, Orbit kicks ICE away. ICE runs at him.. and Orbit wraps him up in a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, ICE breaks free!

Zach Davis: Close!, but no cigar for Beckman!

Erin Robbins: Good. He has enough vices, smoking shouldn't be one of them.

Both men get to their feet and Orbit runs at Beckman. Beckman takes him down with an Arm Drag. Orbit gets back to his feet and ICE hits a Dropkick. Before Orbit is even able to fully hit the mat ICE is on him, grabbing his legs once more...

Zach Davis: BECKMAN WRAPS ORBIT UP IN THE SHARPSHOOTER!

Now Orbit is the one yelling out in pain! Beckman cranks on the hold, pulling back as much as he can. And now Steve Orbit, the World Champion, is the one crawling to the ropes, looking to break the hold.

Erin Robbins: These two men have made it so far. I can't remember the last time Steve Orbit tapped out... will it be tonight?

Orbit is an inch away...

Zach Davis: NO! ORBIT MAKES IT!

Orbit doesn't tap! He reaches the ropes and the ref forces Beckman to break the hold, which he does. Beckman pulls Orbit in, though, and he's not done. He lifts him up...

Erin Robbins: Orbit's back is hurt, he can't fight back. Here it comes!

Zach Davis: BOX.. WINE.. HANGOVER!

Beckman hits it!, spiking Orbit's head into the mat!

Crowd: OOOHH!

Erin Robbins: Shit. Steve Orbit might be seriously injured after that. His head, his neck... damn.

Beckman throws himself over Steve Orbit, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

Zach Davis: NEW WORLD CHAMP!

NO! STEVE ORBIT KICKS OUT!

Erin Robbins: WHHAATT?!

Zach Davis: STEVE ORBIT WON'T QUIT! No matter what he's been through, no matter what he has to do, STEVE ORBIT WILL NOT GIVE UP! He will not lose the World Title!

Beckman gets up and he's not happy, but he's not done. He quickly, and viciously, picks Orbit up and tosses him into the ropes. He takes him back down.

Erin Robbins: He's going for the Cocktailed Crossface!

No!, Orbit escapes it. Both men are to their feet and Beckman runs at Orbit.

Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!

Orbit slaps Beckman down! Beckman hits the mat and Orbit quickly runs to the turnbuckle and jumps up, using his last bit of energy to get there as quickly as possible. Orbit gets up...

Erin Robbins: Here we go...

ORBIT FLIES OFF THE TOP!

Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH!

ORBIT HITS IT! ORBIT PINS BECKMAN, HOOKING THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! BECKMAN KICKS OUT!

Erin Robbins: WHAT!?

Steve Orbit gets up and he's not PISSED but he's surprised. He quickly lifts Beckman up again, from behind, and locks him in...

Zach Davis: Here goes one more move... one more Honey Dip.

Beckman elbows Orbit right in the face, escaping it. Orbit runs into Beckman's boot, doubling him over...

Erin Robbins: BECKMAN DROPS ORBIT WITH A HANGOVER DDT!

Beckman falls on top of Orbit, hooking his leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: NATURAL ICE BECKMAN HAS DONE IT!

The bell sounds.

Erin Robbins: NATURAL ICE BECKMAN HAS DONE IT! HE'S DEFEATED STEVE ORBIT, HE'S WON ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN...

Beckman struggles to his feet.

Zach Davis: NATURAL ICE BECKMAN HAS BECOME THE WORLD CHAMPION!

The referee lifts Beckman's arm high in the air... while handing him the World Championship.

Crowd: NATTIE ICE! NATTIE ICE! NATTIE ICE!

Beckman looks down at the belt, barely believing it.

Erin Robbins: He passed his United States Championship over to his partner, Zombie McMorris! And he traded it in for the World Championship!

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit walks away as the Hardcore Champion, and that is because Steve Orbit IS hardcore. He worked extremely hard to retain the belt for months and months, AND to get as far as he did in this match. He's a class act.

Steve Orbit is given the Hardcore Championship. He slings it over his shoulder, as beaten and battered as he is, before going face to face with ICE. Both men leer at each other... before Orbit quickly puts out his hand. Just as quick, Beckman shakes it. Orbit quickly drops and rolls out of the ring, giving Beckman his moment.

Erin Robbins: Unbelievable.

Beckman climbs up to the top rope, raising the World Championship high in the air.

Crowd: NATTIE ICE! NATTIE ICE!

Zach Davis: Fans... belts have switch hands, contenders have been decided... what does the future hold for WCF?

Erin Robbins: See you next week!

With that, Ultimate Showdown fades to black.

Table of Contents

Ultimate Showdown Intro

Arabella Montgomery vs Maddog Diamond vs The Ultimate Destroyer vs Isaiah Chavis

Anthony Douglas Segment

Rebellion vs John Thomas vs Alex Jones

Natural ICE Beckman Segment

Internet Title Contendership Match: Mech-Ana vs Lone Borg Drone

Team Science Segment

Anthony Douglas Promo

People's Title Contendership Match: Steeltoe Joe vs Louis Bartkowski

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

Television Title Contendership Match: Robert Wolf vs Michael Easton

Waylon Cash Segment

United States Title Contendership Match: Anthony Douglas vs Jay Omega

Hardcore Title Contendership Match: Hyena vs Grayson Pierce

Tag Team Titles Contendership Match: Caliban/Jordan Ciserano vs The New Confederacy

Marina Valdivia vs Eric Price

World Title Contendership Match: Corey Black vs Logan

Ultimate Showdown Match: Oblivion vs Jayson Price vs vs Remus Micayle vs Nathan von Liebert vs Zombie McMorris vs Chelsea Armstrong vs ICE Beckman vs John Gable vs Alexander Richards vs Steve Orbit

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
World Champion
Match:
Ultimate Showdown Match
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Steve Orbit
Hardcore:
Alex Richards
Television:
John Gable
United States:
ICE Beckman
Peoples:
Chelsea Armstrong
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
Team Science