We open to find cameras flashing at the man in the white suit strides across the stage and sits down at the table, the indomitable Joseph Flash pulls the microphone toward himself.
Joey Flash: I’m not going to be taking questions on this one, so I’m going to say what I have to say then prepare for the evening’s epic match. Remember it’s not too late, purchase the PPV for 49.99 to see Flash vs Young in the superfight of the year.
He pauses, very poignant.
Joey Flash: I’m going to get this out of the way in a concise and clear manner. Natural ICE Beckman is gone, Bobby Cairo is gone, Kaz Mazy is gone. We have seen three of the greatest talents in WCF history disappear in the space of only two months…it is a very sad time for anyone who is a true World Championship Federation fan.
Joey pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at his eyes.
Joey Flash: We formed with best intentions for the company and for you people as a whole. As it stands Imperium still contains the greatest collection of talent we’ve ever seen here, it causes me absolutely no…no pleasure.
Joey’s voice cracks.
Joey Flash: S-So today I would like to officially announce the split and termination forthwith of the team known as ‘Imperium’. I would like to give my best wishes to our manager Vincent ‘Buddy’ Roman, Odin Balfore and Zombie McMorris and wish them an amicable separation and the best of luck in their remaining time in the company. Thank you very much, enjoy the Pay Per View.
The room explodes in questions as Joey leaves the stage and we CUT.
Zach Davis: Uh... Kaz Mazy is gone?
Zach Davis: Good evening! Good evening! Welcome to Ultimate Showdown, being held live at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan!
Gravedigger: Ah, Japan! Hoping to see some stiff attacks and some true blue, rough and tumble wrestling here tonight, in the Japanese style that the WCF can bring, as we've proven wherever we go in the world!
Freddy Whoa: Well, we've got a hard-hitting match-up coming first in the form of the Trios Title defense, as the Defilers of Logic, minus Gonzo but replaced by his younger brother Doug, take on the conglomeration of K.L. Henson, Jackson "Fenix" White, and Zombie McMorris. Thoughts on that before I share?
Zach Davis: Well, the Cinderella Squad from Trios doesn't look so much like that underdog team coming into this match. I've got to question whether or not that this team can coexist in an environment that the Defilers of Logic have proven that they are the masters of. Now, of course, the DRG also have faults of their own to overcome. First, we've got Gonzo out, replaced by Doug Murdock, who is literally two matches into his wrestling career. Compound that with reports that Gemini was ill all week, and with Bates also competing in Ultimate Showdown, well this match is all of a sudden more even than even I want to admit.
Gravedigger: The teamwork of the conglomeration team facing the Defilers should not be in question. If anything, Jackson should have the DRG playbook. Along with the genius wrestling of K.L. Henson, and the veteran talent of Zombie McMorris, they could easily be the upset in this match. However, we're once again facing the Defilers of Logic. You cannot deny the fact that that the Defilers belong right where they are, after toppling the likes of Fly, Orbit, and Corey Black in one fell swoop. Granted, Gonzo isn't around, but this Doug guy has proven he can give and take like a veteran, despite his rookie status. And he's proven that he can work within the confines of the DRG. And if Gemini is healthy, then we've got one helluva opening match for the evening!
Freddy Whoa: I'm calling this for the DRG. They've got experience and chemistry that is undeniable and devastating to all that have faced them so far. Sure, their opposition does have some tools to counteract the DRG in this match, but this match should go to the DRG, provided that Gemini is healthy and shows up to the match.
Gravedigger: Yeah, showing up to matches always helps your team to win. And here comes the first competitor...
Zach Davis: Here we go! As we officially kick off Ultimate Showdown!
"Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays on the PA system. After the opening drum fill, Henson blasts past the curtain laughing, as the crowd heavily jeers the man at the sight of him.
Freddy Whoa: Hostile crowd! But it doesn't seem to be affecting Henson at all!
Gravedigger: Nerves of steel. He's going to need it tonight.
Zach Davis: Well, K.L. Henson wanted a shot at Gemini Battle and the Trios Title. Well, he's right where he wants to be.
Mouthing the words to the song as he walked down the ramp with a little spring in his step with his arms spread out to either side. He rolls into the ring then stands upon the second rung of a turnbuckle, slapping himself in the face, getting himself pumped. He then jumps down back into the ring, as the lights come back up, before...
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head. He brings a Portuguese flag on his back. The crowd boos him heavily, as Zach Davis comments.
Zach Davis: Lot of hostility from this crowd.
Freddy Whoa: DRG chants are starting up, but it doesn't seem to be affecting Jackson, either.
Gravedigger: Oh, he knew this was coming! And now its time for him to prove if he really is better than the DRG, or if it was a mistake for him to leave in the first place.
He keeps his head down with the hoodie covering his eyes until he enters the ring. Then he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blasts from the corner. "The Fenix" raises the Portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's corner.
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area, amidst a smattering of cheers throughout the crowd...
Gravedigger: A much different reception than his two partners, as Japan is assisting Zombie in getting to the ring!
Zach Davis: Well, with the way the Battle Royal went, there was bound to be a fan favorite or two in this match.
He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Freddy Whoa: And now the Champions...
The sounds of several Harley-Davidson motorcycles blare over the PA System. The engines fade away and are replaced by "Call Me the Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Thomas Uriel Bates, with Trios Title around his waist, is the first to step out to the stage, followed closely by Gemini Battle, also wearing his Trios Title around his waist, to his right, and Doug "The Thug" Murdock taking the rear and the left of Thomas Uriel Bates, not wearing the Trios Title, but rather carrying it in his right hand, as the fans cheer wildly at the arrival of the DRG. They all walk down to the ring, with Bates leading the way, as Zach Davis comments...
Zach Davis: Well, it appears that Japan is firmly behind the DRG in this one...
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and Japan is just littering the ramp with flowers as these guys make their way to the ring.
Gravedigger: Who know motorcycle gangs and organized crime was so big in Japan?
Once ringside, Bates pulls himself up to the apron, as Gemini walks up the right steps to the ring, and Doug walks up the left steps to the ring. Bates steps over the top rope, Gemini steps through the ropes on his side of the ring, while Doug launches himself over the top rope. All three men stand in the middle of the ring, as Bates and Battle remove their belts and raise them over their heads. Doug, who was only carrying the Trios Title, raises the belt over his head in the same fashion, as Tokyo continues to cheer wildly, before handing over their belts to the referee and finding their corner.
Freddy Whoa: So who's coming out first for the teams?
Gravedigger: We can probably count out Gemini. Heard rumors he was ill all week, and may not be able to perform normally. Not like he's all that great, anyways.
Freddy Whoa: That's a God-killer, right there! He played a very significant role in the advancement and eventual win for the Defilers of Logic!
Zach Davis: And it looks like Gemini Battle is set to do battle first for the Defilers of Logic! Digger was wrong!
Gravedigger: Must be a lure tactic, or maybe some sort of false sense of security.
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like Zombie McMorris is taking the lead for his team.
Zach Davis: There's the bell! And out comes Zombie, as he charges forward at Gemini Battle...
Gemini and Zombie meet in the middle of the ring, only for Zombie to gain control early, as he begins to pummel Gemini with rights and lefts into the ropes, before whipping him across the ring, and catching Gemini with a big boot and a senton splash in the middle of the ring.
Gravedigger: Zombie with the huge height and weight advantage takes advantage of Gemini right away!
Zach Davis: Astute observation. Oh, and Zombie with another senton splash on Gemini.
Freddy Whoa: Pinfall attempt...
Zach Davis: Gemini with life yet, as Zombie barely get the one-count! Zombie pulling Gemini to his feet...
Gravedigger: Oh WOW! He's setting up for World Tour...
Gemini manages to get a low blow in on Zombie before he could hook both arms. Gemini then follows up with a jawbreaker in the middle of the ring, before crawling over Zombie and tagging in Doug Murdock. Murdock leaps over the top rope coming in, while Zombie gets to his feet to meet the onslaught...
Gravedigger: Doug grabs a hold of Zombie and starts a slugfest with him in the middle of the ring!
Zach Davis: Both of these men just pounding away at each other!
Freddy Whoa: Its been like 10 seconds, and already these two have probably thrown 50 punches between these two. And the referee's stepping in between.
Gravedigger: Oh, come ON! That was easily the best slugfest I've seen in a long time!
After the referee separates the two, he steps aside, as both men clash in the middle of the ring again, with this time Zombie getting the advantage, as he scores a kneelift on Doug, before hitting him with a few haymakers that sends him reeling into No Man's Land. Zombie then scores a sidewalk slam on Doug, before tagging in Jackson White to a rain of boos in the crowd...
Zach Davis: Jackson not wasting time, as he picks up Doug, and scores a Fisherman Suplex on him! Referee counts...
Freddy Whoa: And Jackson's already on his feet, waiting on Doug.
Zach Davis: Russian Legsweep on Doug before he could get completely vertical! And an elbow drop! And another...
Gravedigger: The pin!
Gravedigger: Two-count, this time!
Zach Davis: Doug has proven difficult to pin, thus far, and Jackson tags in K.L. Henson, as they both send him into the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Air Murdock!!! As he takes Jackson AND K.L. Henson out with a flying double lariat!
Gravedigger: Jackson rolls out of the ring, and Murdock looks to be wanting tag in somebody from his team. And he tags to Gemini Battle!
Zach Davis: Bates thus far the only competitor who has yet to step into the ring. Conspicuous by his Ultimate Showdown entry later on tonight?
Gravedigger: Probably the main reason why he hasn't stepped into the match. It may work for now, but how long can Doug and Gemini shoulder the load?
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of shoulders, Gemini came off the ropes with a wonderful shoulderblock to K.L. Henson! Gemini dragging Henson closer to his own corner, and now he's going for a Boston Crab...
Zach Davis: Oh! And K.L. Henson with a small package on Gemini, and the referee's down for the count...
Gravedigger: Oh WOW! And Gemini rolls and now it's K.L. in the pinning predicament! Referee counts...
Zach Davis: And one more momentum shift, as K.L. rolls the two of them into the ropes, and the referee is forcing the rope break...
Gravedigger: Henson and Battle are back on their feet, and both of them meet in the middle of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Henson with an armdrag, and Gemini goes into the corner, and he's back on his feet! Gemini charges in again...
Gravedigger: Oh! Gemini with a dropkick to the kisser of K.L. Henson!
Zach Davis: And Henson's back up on his feet, and Gemini goes for another dropkick...
Gravedigger: Catches nothing but air, as Henson put the brakes on his charge towards Gemini!
Zach Davis: And now Henson pulling Gemini up by the hair, and he launches him across the ring...
Gravedigger: Gemini reverses it, and he goes for a backdrop...
Freddy Whoa: Henson leapfrogs him! Battle into the ropes himself...
Zach Davis: MID-RING COLLISION!
Gravedigger: Both men went for the cross-body, and WOW! That was fun while it lasted...
Freddy Whoa: Both men making their way to their corners, and Henson makes the tag to Zombie...
Zach Davis: And Gemini tags in Doug Murdock once more...
Gravedigger: Oh, COME ON! What? Is Bates broken or something?
Zach Davis: To be fair, Bates does not look particularly thrilled about NOT getting into the match.
Freddy Whoa: Even the fans are starting to get vocal about it! Listen to this crowd call for Bates!
Crowd: BATES! BATES! BATES! BATES! BATES!...
Gravedigger: And here comes Round 2 between The Zombie and The Thug!
Zach Davis: And the fans are going NUTS, as both Doug and Zombie have a hold of each other in the middle of that ring AGAIN!!!
The referee gets in between the slugfest once again, as both men basically ignore the referee, before the referee gets hit with an errant elbow courtesy of Doug Murdock...
Zach Davis: AND THE REFEREE IS DOWN AS MURDOCK ACCIDENTALLY CLOCKS THE REFEREE WITH AN ELBOW!
Gravedigger: BULLSHIT! The Thug TOTALLY meant to do that! Oh SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: HEART OF A MURDOCK ON ZOMBIE MCMORRIS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! AND ZOMBIE GOES DOWN LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES!
Freddy Whoa: He's picking Zombie back up for The Match Penalty! He lifts him up...
Zach Davis: LOW BLOW BY FENIX ON MURDOCK, AS HE RUSHES INTO THE RING FOR THE SAVE!
Gravedigger: AND BATES IS IN THE RING! JACKSON FLEES THE RING! ZOMBIE IS OUT OF THE RING! HENSON JUMPS OFF THE RING APRON!
Zach Davis: GEMINI IS NOW IN THE RING! THE REFEREE IS STILL DOWN AND OUT!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! STAND-OFF TIME! DEFILERS OF LOGIC INSIDE OF THE RING, AND THE CHALLENGERS ON THE OUTSIDE!
Gravedigger: And THE CHALLENGERS CHARGE INTO THE RING...
Zach Davis: And they collide! Henson and Battle pair off, while Murdock and McMorris continue their Irish Pub brawl, as they both go over the top rope, as they beat the Hell out of each other!
Gravedigger: Oh, and that leaves Bates with Jackson White in the ring! The guy who wisely ran away from the DRG upon his return is now facing down his former boss and master!
Freddy Whoa: Oh! And Jackson White already going for the eyes, as Bates stumbles backwards thanks to a finger in his eyes!
Gravedigger: Jackson White capitalizing, as he stomps and pounds away at the legs of Thomas Bates!
Zach Davis: Bates is buckling, as the referee is starting to show signs of life, again.
Gravedigger: Oh, WATCH OUT!!!
Commentary is temporarily suspended, as the brawling Zombie McMorris and Doug "The Thug" Murdock go spilling into the announcer's table, before also crashing into the three commentators sitting at the table. Meanwhile, the referee sees Jackson still attempting to chop down Bates, while Gemini has the upper hand on Henson, who has Henson wrapped in an abdominal stretch, while slapping the midsection of Henson, who grunts audibly loud enough for the folks in the nosebleed section to hear him.
The referee begins to monitor the Battle/Henson match-up, while Jackson manages to make the entire Tokyo Dome groan collectively once again, as Fenix scores another Low Blow, this time on Thomas Bates. Bates buckles forward and falls into the middle of the ring, as Jackson goes for the pinfall that the referee fails to acknowledge. Jackson gets to his feet and gets the attention of the referee, who turns and goes to count the pinfall...
Gemini breaks up the pinfall attempt, letting go of Henson, before snapping up Jackson White and hitting a DDT on him over the fallen body of Bates. Meanwhile, the commentary team has managed to get their microphones working, as Hurricane Irish Pub Brawl has now spilled into the crowd behind commentary...
Zach Davis: We back on? Yes, and broken-up pinfall by Battle, who's now arguing with the referee!
Freddy Whoa: And HENSON SNEAKS IN WITH THE SCHOOL-BOY! THE COVER!!!
Gravedigger: Looks like EVERYBODY is fair game, right now! Surprised the referee isn't trying to count out Murdock and McMorris, while he's at it!
Zach Davis: Strange officiating, indeed, as it seems the ref has yet to regain his marbles after taking an elbow from Doug Murdock earlier in the match.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of marbles, Bates is on his feet, and he's looking in the direction of Henson, who's got Gemini...
Gravedigger: AND HENSON WITH SPINAL TAP ON GEMINI!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! HENSON TRIES FOR DEAD VALUE, BUT BATES SNAGS HIM UP AND...
Zach Davis: THE BADGE ON K.L. HENSON!!!
Gravedigger: AND ANOTHER LOW BLOW ON BATES BY JACKSON WHITE!!! I HOPE BATES DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN!
Zach Davis: JACKSON WHITE CAN'T LIFT BATES FOR THE DESTROYER... AND HERE COMES MURDOCK BACK INTO THE RING!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! MURDOCK WITH A MANDIBLE CLAW ON THE FENIX!
Gravedigger: AND WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING? AND ANOTHER CLAW ON THE SHOULDER, AND THE FENIX IS BUCKLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
Zach Davis: THE IRON BEAR CLAW HOLD! AND FENIX IS FLAILING AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
Gravedigger: AND HE'S ALREADY BEGINNING TO FADE!!! MURDOCK MAINTAINING THE HOLD, AS THE FENIX BUCKLES TO THE CANVAS!
Freddy Whoa: AND ZOMBIE MCMORRIS SLIDES INTO THE RING... BOOT PARTY ON DOUG MURDOCK! ZOMBIE GOING IN FOR THE KILL!!!
Zach Davis: AND ZOMBIE'S GOT DOUG ON HIS FEET, AND HE GOES TO LIFT UP DOUG...
Freddy Whoa: AND A TACKLE AT THE KNEES FROM BEHIND BY GEMINI BATTLE, RIGHT AS ZOMBIE HITS AXE WOUND ON DOUG MURDOCK!
Zach Davis: MURDOCK IS OUT, BUT ZOMBIE CAN'T CAPITALIZE! GEMINI GETS HIM FROM BEHIND...
Gravedigger: GOD'S PARADOX!!! THE COVER...
Zach Davis: AND A SAVE BY HENSON, AS HE SLAMS DOWN ON TOP OF BATTLE!!!
Gravedigger: And everyone's starting to roll out of the ring, as Battle and Henson are the final two left in the ring!!!
Freddy Whoa: And these two lock up, as both men try to outmaneuver each other...
Battle ends up behind Henson after several moments.
Zach Davis: GOD'S PARADOX!
BATTLE HITS IT! He falls on top of Henson.
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: The DRG retain! Doug Murdock gains legitimacy as a Champion!
The DRG's music hits but Battle and Henson have both left the ring. They're brawling, fist over fist.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Come on guys, the match is over!
Battle goes to throw Henson into the guardrail, but Henson reverses it and sends Battle into the guardrail instead! He hits it, and Henson runs at him and Clotheslines him over!
Zach Davis: They're into the crowd now!
We go to commercial as H.L. Henson and Gemini Battle brawl up into the crowd.
Zach Davis: We just seen an excellent opening match for the WCF Trios Titles. If this match was an indication for what we are going to see in the other matches, then Ultimate Showdown will truly be a complete success!!
Freddy Whoa: No doubt!!
A camera crew catches Oblivion walking down the food court corridor, in a huff. The Monster stomps along looking around, scoping the surrounding area.
Zach Davis: What does that Monster have in mind?!
Freddy Whoa: Who knows!!
Gravedigger: I hope destruction and absolute and complete mayhem!!
Oblivion continues walking when a food vendor yells at The Monster...
Food Vendor: CURRY RICE!! YOU WANT CURRY RICE!! BIG BOY LIKE YOU... LIKE CURRY RICE?!
The voice from the vendor stops The Monster in IT's tracks. Oblivion listens to the vendor, tilting IT's head side to side, scoping the broken English speaking middle aged Japanese man. Oblivion slowly takes a step towards the vendor.
Zach Davis: Not sure if Oblivion will like Japanese style food.
Freddy Whoa: Sorry Zach, have to disagree with you.
Gravedigger: Are you two kidding me?! We all know, that Oblivion will eat anything!!
Food vendor: Omu rice?! You like omu rice bento?!
Oblivion continues to scope, stare at the vendor, as if The Monster is examining the person.
Food vendor: Do you like gyoza or yakisoba? Big American like you eat a lot of grain and rice? How I give you free sample and you buy and tell your friends?
Oblivion walks over to the vendor and takes the sample, eating it, then throwing the sample cup to the side, staring at the vendor. There is an awkward silence.
Zach Davis: Awkward silence makes me uncomfortable.
Gravedigger: I love awkward silences. Can't wait to see what happens.
Oblivion just continues to give the vendor a chilling, cold stare. The vendor walks up closer towards Oblivion.
Food vendor: You like? You want buy more?
Oblivion pauses, then without any warning grabs the vendor and with lightning speed smashes the head of the vendor down onto the counter, rendering the vendor unconscious.
Zach Davis: NO!!
The Tokyo crowd is split with their reactions...
The crowd: NO.... YES.... NO..... YES.... NO.... YES!!!
Without blinking an eye Oblivion shoves a fist full of solid form of shortning down the gullot of the vendor. The Monster wraps aluminum foil around the head of the vendor, before....
Food vendor: AHHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis *URP* I think I'm gonna get sick!!
Freddy Whoa: OH... MY... GOD!!! Oblivion just chopped off four fingers of the vendor's left hand.
Oblivion quickly looks around and sees a batter mixture in a bowl.
Zach Davis: No!!!
The Monster walks over to the batter bowl and drops the fingers into the batter, before dropping them into deep fryer.
Zach Davis: Even for Oblivion, that is disgusting!!
Gravedigger: Even for Oblivion that is awesome!!
After a few minutes, Oblivion pulls up the basket and takes out the battered and cooked fingers, placing them into a serving bowl. Oblivion walks over to serving counter with the serving bowl. The Monster shouts out....
Oblivion: Serving new battered chicken strips. Fresh chicken battered and delicious. Serving samples!!!
The vendor screams out.
Food vendor: You crazy!! You sick man!! YOU ARE THE DEVIL!!!
Before anyone walks up to the counter, Oblivion walks over to the bleeding food vendor, grabbing the man by the face and says to him...
Oblivion: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE IT CAN CAUSE.... EVEN THE DEVIL HAS NOTHING ON THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!
Food vendor: Oblivion?! I know you!!! All of Japan knows you, Oblivion!! We know you from IIPW and JPW!!! You are a monster and a devil!!
A few people walk up to the counter, beginning to help themselves to the batter dipped fingers.
Person: These are completely delicious!!!
The bleeding vendor begins to regurgitate, before Oblivion walks over and forces the man's head up as Oblivion grabs a handful of puke and forces down the throat of the vendor, who gags and chokes, before puking again.
Zach Davis: This whole incident is horrendous!!!
Gravedigger: That whole incident is absolute magic. Typical Oblivion!!
Oblivion wipes IT's filthy hands on the vendor's apron, before walking over to the cash register and taking the cash, before leaving.
Food vendor: OBLIVION... YOU ARE DEVIL!! MONSTER YOU ARE... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOONSTEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!
Oblivion grabs a battered finger and eats it, before walking away, whistling "Singing in the rain."
Zach Davis: I... I am completely.....
Gravedigger: YES?! COMPLETELY... WHAT?!
Zach Davis: Speechless.
FUCK YOU KYLE STEEL BUDDY! YOU DO NOT TELL PEOPLE WHO IS PETROV! PEOPLE ALREADY KNOW WHO IS PETROV! WHO FUCK IS KYLE STEEL?! KYLE STEEL SOUND LIKE PUSSY FUCK ABC FAMILY CHARACTER.
Petrov's voice can be heard over the PA saying in a calm but intimidating voice "Total. Fucking. Badass." as Blind by Korn starts to play. The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves in anticipation as the intro plays out before the words "ARE YOU READY!?" are shouted and the song drops in as Petrov emerges from the curtain with SHERPAKOVSKI following just behind him. He leans back and let's out a deep voiced shout and walks to the ring with a serious look on his face while SHERPAKOVSKI flips off everyone in sight as he shouts some random angry shit. Petrov runs up the steps and climbs between the ropes as he paces about while shadowboxing and waiting for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, from America… Bubba Jones!
"The South's Gonna Do It Again" by the Charlie Daniels band begins to play. Bubba Jones comes walking out with a huge cooler under one arm, and a thick leather glove on the other. On his outstretched hand sits a bald eagle. JJ follows behind him, waving an American flag and being so awesome IT GET EVERY GIRL IN THE ARENA PREGNANT!!!!!! LOL!! Jones carries the eagle down to the ring,. and sets the cooler on the apron. He pulls out a beer, and opens it, taking a drink before letting the eagle have some. The eagle then takes off and does a lap above the crowd before landing on the ring post. Bubba rolls under the bottom rope, chugs his beer, and tosses the can away as a giant American flag drops behind him, and JJ stands beneath it waving the smaller American flag.
FUCK YOU BELL RING BUDDY! PETROV RING OWN BELL! FUCK YOU DING! FIGHT NOW! Sherpakovski rings a miniature bell from his pocket.
J.J. and SHERPAKOVSKI walk over and boot the announcers from the table, choosing to call the match themselves. Sherpakovski drapes an American Flag over Freddy Whoa.
SHERPAKOVSKI: Go back to AUSTRALIA immigrant!!!
J.J. Johnson: YEAH DIDNT ALL YOUR PEOPLE SETTLE LIBERIA FOR A REASON??????
SHERPAKOVSKI: I LIK LABIA EVERY NIGHT.
Bubba is the first to swing, hittin’ that commie with a pre-emptive strike, just like the great George W. Bush did to them damn Iraqois!
J.J. Johnson: BUBBA WITH A BEAUTIFUL RIGHT AND HITTING LIKE THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR
FUCK YOU SWING PUNCH BUDDY! PETROV IS REAL BUSH! YOU SUCK COCK AND LIKE IT! PETROV NOT GIVE FUCK IF IT STICKS IN YOU TEETH BUDDY!
SHERPAKOVSKI: EHHH PETROV WITH DEATH GIVING PUNCH.
Bubba hits him again, with a big, red blooded American fist. Benjamin Franklin’d be proud. Not like that weak, limp wristed Obahama mama.
J.J. Johnson: THEY’RE TRADING HITS LIKE OBUMMER TRADED TERRORISTS TO FREE THAT AWOL TRAITOR
SHERPAKOVSKI: SHUT UP, fresh of boat IMMIGRANT BJ!!!!!!!!
SHERPAKOVSKI: OMAMA IS BLACK, NOT TRUE AMERICA PRESIDENT. I AM NEXT PRESIDENT.
PETROV HIT HIP TOSS ON PUSSY FUCK BUBBA JONES, CRUSHING HIS WEAK AMERICAN SPINE.
SHERPAKOVSKI: SPINAL TAP BITCH! ANOTHER DRUMMER DEAD!!!!
Bubba hits the mat, but gets right back up, just like the good ol’ U.S. of A. after the japs took a dook on Pearl Harbor. Bubba spins around and runs at the pinko bastard, hittin’ him with a clothesline strong enough to break Toby Keith.
J.J. Johnson: POETRY IN MOTION BUT THE GOOD KIND OF POETRY LIKE TED NUGENT OR THE STAR BANGLED BANNER NOT THAT GIRLY SYLVIA PLATH POETRY THAT LIBERALS AND FEMINISTS WRITE MAYBE SOMETHING BY WALT WITMAN BUT DEFINITELY NOT THAT HOMO GINSBERG
FUCK YOU NUGGETS BUDDY! FUCK YOU DENVER COLORADO FUCK AND YOU PUSSY FUCK INSULT! DON’T CALL GINSBERG HOMO! PETROV LOVE PHIL COLLINS!
SHERPAKOVSKI: Putin write similar poem: ‘FUCK DUMB BASTARD WITH NAME AS RETARD BUBBY’ i live life by it.
Bubba stomps Petrov under his size fifteen American boot, teachin’ him a thing or two about livin’ in a meritocracy. He then picks the commie up and goes for a Bubba boot, but FUCK YOU BOOT BUDDY! PETROV DUCK UNDER BOOT AND HIT BUBBY IN HIS SPINELESS AMERICAN CALF!
SHERPAKOVSKI: THIS IS RETARDED MOVE, WHY BIG KICK AS FINISHER? I USE KNIFE OR GUN.
J.J. Johnson: THATS BECAUSE YOU EASTERNERS DONT UNDERSTAND FIGHTING FAIR JUST LIKE WHEN YOU WHISPERED IN THE EARS OF THE KOREANS AND VIETNAMIANS TO USE GORILLA WAREFARE TO FIGHT AMERICA USA USA USA ALSO THE BUBBA BOOT IS A SIGNATURE MOVE MAYBE IF YOU COMMIES HAD GOOD EDUCATION AND GOOD READING YOUD KNOW THAT LOL
SHERPAKOVSKI: I WHISPER IN EAR OF KIM JONG-UN TO EAT CAKE, NOW HE IS FAT HAPPY MAN!!!
FUCK YOU PATRIOTISM BUDDY! PETROV IS OWN NATION YOU FUCK! KEEP CHANTING AND PETROV FUCK YOU ASS AND PETROV ALSO BEAT ASS OF BUBBA GUMP SHRIMP FUCK! FUCK YOU “LOL” BUDDY! FUCK YOU ILLUMINATI FUCK! WONDER EVERYTHING ABOUT
OUT OF NOWHERE AMERICAN POLICE BEGIN TO ASSAULT SHERPAKOVSKI.
COP 1: YOU HAD A GUN
SHERPAKOVSKI: IS CROAT...AMERICAN FLAG.
J.J. Johnson: SORRY THIS TIME THE UNITED STATES ISNT GETTING INVOLVED WITH A BEATEN BOSNIAN
COP 2: YOU WILL PUT THAT SHIT AWAY WHERE IM FROM!!!!!!!
COP SEE PETROV AND DIE! COP KNOW NOT TO FUCK WITH PETROV! COP IS DEAD! PETROV STILL BEAT ASS AND AFTER WILL MAKE SHRIMP FUCK AND J&J SECURITY FUCKS SUCK COCK TO MAKE THEM GAY AND KILL THEMSELVES! FUCK
Oh yeah? Well Bubba reverses the ass beating, and beats some ass of his own! How you like that you pinko fuck? Now you’re the one gettin’ ass beaten! Maybe your ass shouldn’ta resisted arrest after legally buyin’ those cigars! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR WEARIN’ A HOODIE YOU THUG!
SHERPAKOVSKI puts the boots to the dead COP.
SHERPAKOVSKI: LEARN WHO IS AMERICAN!!!!! PROTECT AND SERVE? MAYBE PROTECT LIFE FIRST!!!!!!!!
J.J. Johnson: HASHTAG BLUE LIVES MATTER
PETROV TAKE CONTROL AND BEAT BUBBY ASS HARDER THAN BEFORE, WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS AND SUCH. SHRIMP MAN FUCK TRY TO SLAM PETROV TO MAT BUT PETROV NO SELL! FUCK YOU KAYFABE BUDDY! Fine! Then no sell a big ass American headbutt! PEtrov goes down, and, using a time tested American war strategy, jumps on Petrov and won’t get up. He hits him with a bunch of big ass punches, for America!
J.J. Johnson: MUCH LIKE THE RAPE OF MY LAI WE HAVE THE RAPE OF PETROVS FACE!!!!! PUNCHED HIM LIKE A GOVERNMENT MULE
SHERPAKOVSKI: I RATHER FUCK SHANNAN LERCH THAN SEE BUBBY SKILL IN RING
J.J. Johnson: I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO FUCK SHANNAN LERCH RED DEVIL
J.J. SHOVES SHERPAKOVSKI DOWN ON ALL FOURS AND REELS HIS FOOT BACK!!!!! SHITKICKER!!!! RIGHT IN THAT COMMIES RED ASS!!!! SHERPAKOVSKI IS DOWN!!!!!
Bubba drags Petrov’s ass to the corner, and pulls him up onto the top rope, like a total bad ass. He lifts the commie, and hits him with a piledriver on the top turnbuckle. Bubba goes for the pin.
Bubba stands up and raises his hands high in victory, like America always does. FUCK YOU CELEBRATION BUDDY! PETROV WAKE UP AND DIVE ON STUPID BUBBY, PUNCHING HIM IN FACE AND HEAD!
Shannan Lerch out of nowhere sucks SHERPA dick, SHERPA busts in mouth.
SHERPAKOVSKI: EAT THAT PROTEIN SKINNY BITCH.
PETROV YELL IN BUBBA FACE!
Bubba panics, and commands Reagan to attack Petrov. FUCK YOU EAGLE BUDDY! PETROV PUNCH STUPID EAGLE IN FACE! PUT IT IN COMA SO WE MAY CONTINUE FEUD FOR WAY TOO LONG!
Bubba kneels next to his unconscious bird, tears welling up in his eyes.
The cameras go backstage to reveal Ultimate Showdown participant and former World Champion, Jonny Fly. The crowd pops as he appears on the screen. He is smiling at someone and the camera zooms out to reveal the lovely and mysterious Emma. The same Emma who was the ring announcer last week on Slam.
Zach Davis: Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: That’s my line.
Fly reaches over and caresses her arm lightly.
Jonny Fly: So Emma, I was thinking….
Zach Davis: Hey Gravedigger, isn’t tha---wait where did Digger go?
The camera cuts to the announcer table where Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis look over at Gravedigger’s empty seat which is spinning around very fast.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?! That was quick.
The camera cuts back to the backstage area to reveal Gravedigger in the background at the corner of a hallway staring at Jonny Fly and Emma. Emma giggles as Jonny Fly whispers something in her ear. He then leans back and pulls out a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats and takes a spoonful of the delicious treats and eats on them as Gravedigger glares at Fly.
Fly puts the bowl down and goes back to flirting with Emma, saying things the camera can’t pick up. Digger reaches in this pocket and pulls up his phone dialing a number. He continues watching Fly intently. A buzzing sound can be heard near Fly and he leans away from Emma and holds up a finger for her to wait. She grins, staring lovingly at Fly. Fly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He looks at the phone and waves it off, hitting a button and putting it back in his pocket.
Obviously the phone call was from Gravedigger as he rages in the background and silently screams in anger. He reaches forward and tries to imitate choking Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Ok, this is kinda awkward.
Freddy Whoa: Digger needs help and we need to get to the next match, folks.
Gravedigger: Yeah you guys need to quit slacking off.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa what the hell?! When did you get back?
Zach Davis: Our next match is coming up.
Freddy Whoa: The match will feature D'Angelo 'Gangsta Nation' Hall facing up against Vic Venable.
Gravedigger: Venable is a brother of former WCF World Champion FPV.
Zach Davis: Vic Venable is making his return.
Freddy Whoa: Vic Venable is a former WCF Television Champion.
Zach Davis: This match should be very entertaining.
Gravedigger: They better bash each other's skulls and use every move in their repertoire, for me to be entertained!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! It's hard to impress you, 'Digger.
Gravedigger: Hey look, I've been inside that ring!! I KNOW what it takes to be a main event wrestler! So, for that reason, it's gonna take a lot to impress me. These two better bust their asses, inside that ring!
Zach Davis: Kyle Steel is in the ring, for match introductions.
"Struck a Nerve" by Bad Religion hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face. Venable begins making his way though the smoke to the ring, as the fans cheer him on.
Gravedigger: These fans will cheer on anybody!!
Freddy Whoa: These fans just know where the talent is.
The crowd: VIC!! VIC!! VIC!! VIC!! VIC!! VIC!! VIC!!
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds.... Vic Veeeenablllllle!!
While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as he waits for his opponent.
Gravedigger: Well, we have Vic Venable in the ring,. All we now need is D'Angelo Hall...
Gangsta Nation by Westside Connection hits the speakers loud. As the music thumps out of the arena speakers, D'Angelo Hall swags the shit out of the arena as he walks to the ring, bandana covering his face and surrounded by around a dozen of his goons. They brandish their weapons to any fan thinkin of getting up in Hall's face.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri... weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds... THIS IS "GANGSTA NATION" D'ANGELO HAAAAALL!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! THEY HAVE GUNS!! THEY HAVE GUNS!! SOMEONE GET SECURITY. THESE THUGS COULD END UP HURTING SOMEONE, MAYBE EVEN KILLING SOMEONE AND NOT GIVE A SECOND THOUGHT ABOUT IT!!
Freddy Whoa rolls his eyes.
Gravedigger: Calm down there "Poindexter", everything is fine. Don't piddle yourself and don't soil your widdle panties.
Hall steps over the top of the ring and his entourage remains ringside to provide 'support'.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like everyone is set.
Stanley Moser: Ring that bell!!
Zach Davis: Aaaand this match.... is underway!!
D'Angelo Hall and Vic Venable circle the ring and stops, in the center, of the ring. Venable extends out his right hand.
Zach Davis: Well, it looks like Vic Venable wants to start this match with a traditional pre match handshake.
Gravedigger: Oh yeah.... watch this!
D'Angelo Hall looks at the extended hand of Vic Venable, smirks and walks away. The crowd slightly boos with disagreement of Hall's attitude.
Zach Davis: Sounds like this crowd didn't like the fact that D'Angelo Hall didn't shake the hand of Vic Venable.
Gravedigger: This IS professional wrestling, NOT a popular contest!!
Both competitors collide into each other and lock up, in the center of the ring. Hall pushes Venable around quite easily, before stopping a few feet from a corner...
Zach Davis: This monster D'Angelo Hall is using his extra size and taking advantage of Vic Venable.
Gravedigger: A massive boot against the mid-section of Vic Venable, buckles over the former Television champion.
Hall slams down an elbow down the back of the head and neck of his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That massive elbow causes Venable to stumble back.
Venable leans against the corner, bracing up against the turnbuckles as he watch the massive D'Angelo Hall approaches him.
Freddy Whoa: D'Angelo Hall slams a forearm smash against the skull of Venable.
D'Angelo Hall: Get a look at this bitch!!
Hall slams another boot in the gut of Venable.
D'Angelo Hall: Watch how I smash this bitch!!
Hall lunges towards Venable...
Zach Davis: D'Angelo Hall misses with an errant punch and slam against the turnbuckles, as Vic Venable moves out of the way!!
Venable strikes Hall with two quick jabs.
Freddy Whoa: D'Angelo Hall is screaming mad and comes out from the corner...
Hall winces in slight pain as Venable kicks the shins of the Gangsta Nation. Hall roars out as he swings twice, errantly towards Venable.
Gravedigger: D'Angelo Hall is so mad he is not concentrating on his striking.
Venable shoves Hall back, after Gangsta Nation misses twice with swings. Hall crashes against the turnbuckles. The momentum of bouncing off the turnbuckles D'Angelo Hall comes out roaring out...
Gravedigger: This monster is about to rip off the head of Vic Venable.
Zach Davis: A dropkick by Vic Venable.
Hall charges again at Venable....
Zach Davis: Another dropkick by Vic venable.
By this time, D'Angelo Hall is raging mad, completely pissed off and charges again at Vic Venable.
Freddy Whoa: Vic Venable is about to connect with another dropkick...
D'Angelo Hall: AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
Gravedigger: HOLY SH
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: D'Angelo Hall just smashes Vic Venable out of the air, as he was attempting another dropkick, with a solid massive destructive swinging double sledgehammer fists.
Venable lands hard on the mat, like a load, a wad of dirty laundry.
D'Angelo Hall grabs the top ring-rope as he stomps down on the body of Vic Venable.
Gravedigger: This massive monster picks up Vic Venable and throws him into the ropes...
Venable bounces off the ropes....
Freddy Whoa: Hey, that's MY line!!
Gravedigger: Get over it!!
Zach Davis: D'Angelo Hall nearly rips off the head of Vic Venable with a killer clothesline!!
Freddy Whoa: Hall slams a knee into the mid-section of Vic Venable.
Gravedigger: D'Angelo Hall slams three solid headbutts against the skull of Vic Venable!!
Hall grabs Venable....
Zach Davis: SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!
Gravedigger: D'Angelo Hall has complete control of this match!!
Hall grabs Venable and tosses him into the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: Vic Venable bounces off the ropes...
D'Angelo Hall charges at a running Venable and throws a clothesline attempt at his opponent...
Zach Davis: Gangsta Nation misses with a clothesline attempt and Vic Venable continues to run towards the ropes.
Venable quickly bounces off the ropes as D'Angelo Hall spins around to get a glance of a speedy Vic Venable. Venable bolts towards his opponent...
The crowd: FUS-ROH-DUH!!!
Freddy Whoa: D'Angelo Hall stumbles back from that running clothesline from Vic Venable.
Venable runs towards the ropes, as Hall tries to shakes off the effects of the running clothesline.
Gravedigger: Vic Venable bounces off the ropes and charges at D'Angelo Hall....
The crowd: FUS-ROH-DUH!!
Zach Davis: Another running clothesline from Vic Venable.
Freddy Whoa: Vic Venable goes off running again. D'Angelo Hall showing effects of those two running clotheslines.
Venable bounces off the ropes and charges towards Hall. The crowd proceeds to stands up, waiting for another clothesline.
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Gravedigger: HA!! D'Angelo Hall was waiting for Vic Venable and grabs him swung him around and nails him with a sidewalk slam!!
Hall picks up Venable...
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: I think that D'Angelo Hall just busted Vic Venable in half with "FU[bleep]K YO LIFE" powerbomb!!
Gravedigger: ZACH!! Such language!!
Zach Davis shakes his head.
D'Angelo Hall flings Vic Venable against the ropes. Venable bounces off the ropes...
Gravedigger: We KNOW what's coming up next!!
Hall charges at a running Vic Venable...
Zach Davis: HERE COMES THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!
Hall swings his massive right arm towards Vic Venable, who ducks out of the way...
Freddy Whoa: A quick massive dropkick from Vic Venable.
Hall quickly stands up, but Vic Venable is there waiting on him...
Gravedigger: Vic Venable grabs the massive D'Angelo Hall...
Zach Davis: Hiptoss!!
Hall quickly gets up...
Gravedigger: SCOOP SLAM!!
Freddy Whoa: That took a lot of effort from Vic Venable to pick up that big man!!
Vic Venable wait for D'Angelo Hall to stand up...
Zach Davis: Venable has D'Angelo Hall in a cobra clutch@@
Venable runs ahead, still hanging on Hall...
D'Angelo Hall stumbles around,.
Zach Davis: Vic Venable bounces off the ropes and runs towards D'Angelo Hall...
Freddy Whoa: SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!
Gravedigger: D'Angelo Hall is trying is best, trying to fight back.
Freddy Whoa: Yea, this Hall is striking back with several elbows and kicks, but this Vic Venable looks like he has mission he needs to accomplish against this Gangsta Nation!
Vic Venable grabs a slightly dazed D'Angelo Hall and whips him into the ropes. Hall bounces off the ropes, as Venable bounces back and...
Vic Venable/The crowd: BOOM!! HEADSHOT!!
Zach Davis: Vic Venable almost kick the head of D'Angelo Hall, nearly right off his shoulders!!
D'Angelo Hall collapses down to the mat and Vic Venable quickly covers his opponent...
Gravedigger: The referee gets into p[osition...
The crowd: ONE!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Gravedigger: We have to consider this as an upset!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match.... VIC VEEENABLLLLE!!
Zach Davis: That match could of gone either way!!
Freddy Whoa: Yes!! A great match indeed!!
The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena showing the members of the WCF Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.
The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.
Feel thy name extermination
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 315 pounds, from Parts Unknown...The BEAST...A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!
Brown strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as Apocalypse enters by a lift in the stage between the flames, and standing in the midst of the smoke. As the strobe lights reflect off the crowd, we see the faces of the mixed reaction by the crowd, some cheering, and some booing. The Epitome of Brutality stands there staring over the crowd for a few moments and the fire, smoke, mood and strobe lights die down.
So we cross that line
The house lights come on and Apocalypse then starts to head down the ramp, with a slow intimidating walk, as the fans marvel at his size. Some are brave enough to reach their hands out to touch him. Before he nears the end of the ramp the Wicked One stops and makes his way over to a young child. He stares at the child before him; suddenly he pulls out some of his hair, squeals, and hands over his hair to the child before flashing a goofy smile. He then reaches the end of the ramp, steps up onto the ring apron and over the rope with ease. Once in the ring he makes his way over to a corner, sits down, and starts rocking like a baby as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica fades out.
The sounds of laughing plays twice in the start of the song. When the the first laugh is heard the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second laughing is heard pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.
The arena is visibly darkened, strobe lights begin to flash in a cycle throughout the arena...
"BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY..."
An instrumental from "Diamond Eyes" begins to play throughout the arena as Derek Moreno rushes out from behind the curtains, followed by Mitch “El Mejor” Morales. Moreno stops at the top of the entrance ramp and smiles widely, pointing out to the sea of fans and nodding, while Mitch “El Mejor” Morales stands right beside him and raises his arms out to his side.
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Both men exchange a fist bump and then begin to travel down the entrance ramp, Derek on the left, and Mitch “El Mejor” Morales on the right, they both slap the palms of the fans outstretched hands, with equally large grins on their faces. As both men reach the bottom of the ramp, they bound up onto the apron together, Moreno hops over the ring ropes and immediately begins to take off his t-shirt and golden cross, leaving them in the corner of the ring, as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales climbs onto the corner post and raises his arms into the air once again.
The crowd cheers both men on as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales hops over the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, he cups his hands over his mouth to scream…
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Both Derek and Mitch move to the corner of the ring, giving each other a confident nod as they await for the match to begin.
As the bell sounds, Derek and Mitch decide to allow the former to start for their team. Apocalypse will start for his own. They tie up but Apocalypse doesn’t seem interested in that. He delivers a vicious right arm that floors the young Derek. He grabs Derek by the ears and lifts him up before pummeling him with a devastating back elbow! Derek reels back into the ropes. Apocalypse charges him and turns for a discus big boot! Derek sidesteps the big man and his boot goes right over the top rope and hangs him there.
Derek takes the opportunity and springboards off the second rope before connecting with a back elbow to the chin of Apocalypse! The big man falls back on the ropes before slumping into the ring. Derek climbs the turnbuckle and teases leaping off for a senton, but Apocalypse scoots too close to the ropes. Apocalypse uses them to get up to his feet.
Derek is not deterred by this. He leaps from the top and connects with a DDT!
Gravedigger: Get up you big oaf. Don’t let this kid kick you around.
Zach Davis: This kid is quick; there’s no shame in being out-maneuvered by someone so agile.
Gravedigger: No, but a monster should be squashing bugs, not playing with them.
Freddy Whoa: He’s going for a pinfall!
NO! Apocalypse sends him flying off with aggression.
Apocalypse quickly gets to his feet and charges at Moreno. Moreno decides to charge him as well! They collide in the center of the ring as Derek hits a sling blade! All of APOC’s momentum is reversed as he smashes back into the mat! Derek kips up before standing beside Apocalypse and leaping for a standing moonsault!
It connects and Apoc is in bad shape. Apoc begins to try and crawl to his tag team partner, but Moreno cuts that off by hitting a leaping elbow drop to the injured ribs of Apoc. Moreno pulls the large man to his feet, but Apoc hits Death Strike! The fierce thumb thrust hits Moreno right on the neck as he falls to the mat clutching his possibly injured trachea!
Zach Davis: Whoa! What a disgusting move from Apocalypse!
Gravedigger: Please. This is a wrestling business. You can’t get your hands a little dirty, you don’t belong here.
Freddy Whoa: It shouldn’t call for something so blatantly against the rules!
Gravedigger: Are thumb thrusts in the actual disqualifiable offenses? I didn’t think so. Now shut up and watch these monsters decimate these kids.
Apoc obtains enough space to tag out to Vengeance who looks hungry for competition. He whips Derek up and connects with a chop followed by another and another! Derek’s chest is beat-red before Vengeance stops. He wraps his arms around his chest and lifts him up for a belly-to-belly suplex! Derek hits the mat hard just barely avoiding landing on his head!
Vengeance is snarling and sinister. He doesn’t want Morales to even enter the match-up. Vengeance quickly lifts up Derek and goes for a chokeslam, but Derek slips out long enough to leap for a tag for Mitch Morales!
Mitch screams “EL MEJOR” before climbing into the ring with a smile on his face. The two men lock it up, but Mitch throws a few nasty uppercuts that catch Vengeance on the chin. The big man is reeling. Mitch reaches over and tags his partner Moreno back in. Moreno connects with a European Uppercut, Mitch follows it up with a sling blade! Moreno is already on the top rope from which he leaps for a 450 splash!
Vengeance is clutching his ribs in agony after the tag team specialists connect with their trademark “Foreign Twist.”
Freddy Whoa: Well that’s some nice teamwork!
Gravedigger: Well that’s the strategy to have when going up against some heavy-hitters like them.
Zach Davis: Was that…a compliment, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: (A moment of silence) Don’t make me kill you.
Derek goes for another pinfall!
NO! Vengeance gets a shoulder up.
Derek climbs back to the top rope as Vengeance is lying out flat. He leaps off and begins to twist for a beautiful Phoenix Splash! But Vengeance rolls out of the way! Moreno collides with the mat with a thump. Vengeance is up and whips Moreno across the ring and into his own corner. Vengeance charges after him and obliterates his mid-section with a vicious spear. A bit of spit exits the mouth of Moreno upon impact. Vengeance them connects with a Lights Out superkick which sends Moreno to the ground.
Vengeance tags out to Apoc. They both put their hand around the throat of Moreno before lifting him off the ground and into the mat with a horrendous Double Chokeslam! Apoc goes for the pinfall!
NO! Moreno barely kicks out!
Apoc picks him up by his hair, but Moreno still has fight left in him. Pele kick! Apoc is throw off balance as he hits the mat. The referee is watching intently until Vengeance begins trying to enter the ring. The referee goes to block him right as Moreno makes the tag! Mitch comes in like a house of fire! He goes to attack Apoc, but the referee grabs him by the abdomen and pulls him back to his own corner.
Apoc laughs as grabs the body of Moreno and connects with Medication Time! The lifting Gorilla Press into a Samoan drop! While the referee is still dealing with Mitch, Vengeance throws a bit of barbed wire to Apocalypse. Apoc wraps it around his fist and connects with three vicious shots to the temple. Derek is now bleeding profusely as Apoc gets rid of the evidence.
Apoc begins to laugh as he brings the young man to his feet. But he fights away. He gets enough separation to hit…
The jumping complete shot COMPLETELY caught Apocalypse off guard! Both men are down though. Derek can’t make the pinfall! Both men begin the slow crawl to their tag team partners. The crowd is on their feet! Vengeance gets the tag! He rushes over and catches the foot of Derek who is desperately trying to reach his partner. He gets to his feet and turns around. Vengeance is smiling broadly, but Derek hits an enzuigiri knocking him off! Derek leaps!
Mitch Morales is in the ring. He nails a swinging neckbreaker on Vengeance as he begins to stir. He climbs the turnbuckle quickly and drives an elbow into the sternum of the downed man. Mitch takes a few steps back and is preparing for something. Vengeance gets to his knees and Mitch takes off connecting a running knee strike to the temple!
He lifts up Vengeance and wraps his arms around his waist before hitting a bridging German suplex for a cover!
TH-NO! Vengeance is just able to kick out. Mitch pulls Vengeance up to his feet.
Mitch hits three repetitive European uppercuts before hitting a dropkick that dots him on the chin! Vengeance staggers back and falls out of the ring! Not before Apoc can tag himself in though.
Apocalypse charges Mitch like a mad bull, but Mitch dodges his lariat and connects with three shots to his already injured ribs. As Apoc goes to reach for his ribs, Mitch catapults himself off the second rope and connects with a Springboard DDT! He tags Derek, and Moreno climbs the top turnbuckle. He points to the sky before leaping off for a…
Zach Davis: 630 Corkscrew SENTON?!
Gravedigger: What in the hell did I just see?
Freddy Whoa: That was amazing! That tag move is their finisher and it’s called the Strike Plan!
Derek goes for the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Impressive win by this new team!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the The Juggalo Warrior's Hardcore Open!!!!
Ultimate Warrior comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around and hit a strong punch on a fan.
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
Freddy Whoa: He is considered very dangerous!
The referee goes there and tells Ultimate Destroyer to get in the ring or he loses the match. He enters the ring and waits for Isaiah Chavis.
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid blares over the PA system as the camera searches the crowd. It find Isaiah entering from behind the audience, as they erupt in applause. He pulls his clown face goalie mask down, hops up onto a hand railing, and dives into the crowd. They catch him, and surf him around a bit before passing him down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, he hails from Detroit Michigan. Weighing at two hundred, fifteen pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall… The Juggalo Warrior Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, lifting the mask so he can see the fans better. He takes it off and tosses it to a fan in the front row before throwing up his hands in the shape of a “W” and a “C” and shouting “Whoop Whoop!” The fans shout it back at him, bringing a smile to his face as his music dies.
Gravedigger: I’m sure Destroyer will kick Chavis’s ass!
Zach Davis: This is Isaiah’s Hardcore Open so in my opinion he’s the favorite.
Freddy Whoa: I believe we are going to witness a really balanced match-up.
DING DING DING!
Gravedigger: The referee calls for the bell and here we go!
Ultimate Destroyer quickly runs towards Chavis and hits some punches.
Zach Davis: But Chavis reverses!
Isaiah hits a few punches on Destroyer too but he hits a kick on his belly and applies a strong Powerbomb! Cover!
Chavis kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Destroyer quickly capitalizing!
Ultimate Destroyer gets Chavis up, pushes him into the ropes… Springboard Back Elbow on Destroyer!
Gravedigger: Isaiah climbs to the turnbuckle, goes to the top rope… Leg Drop! Cover!
Destroyer lifts his shoulder! Isaiah tries to get his opponent up but he hits a few punches on his belly.
Zach Davis: Destroyer starts to choke Chavis!
Freddy Whoa: And lifts him performing a Chokeslam! Another cover!
Chavis lifts his shoulder! Destroyer gets him up… And throws him to outside the ring!
Gravedigger: Destroyer leaves the ring! He is searching for a weapon!
Destroyer finds a chair and runs towards Isaiah that is getting up.
Zach Davis: WHAT A CHAIR SHOT OH ISAIAH CHAVIS’S HEAD!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! CHAVIS’S SKULL MUST BE CRUSHED!
Destroyer hits another chair shot on Isaiah’s head. He gets Chavis up… And throws him against the barricade!
Gravedigger: Just as I predicted, Ultimate Destroyer is indeed destroying Chavis.
Chavis is unconscious. However, Destroyer doesn’t stop the attack and applies an Irish Whip against the ring post! Destroyer puts Chavis in the ring, makes the cover…
Zach Davis: NO! CHAVIS MANAGED TO GET HIS SHOULDER UP!
Destroyer gets Chavis up, applies an Irish Whip, Chavis reverses it and Destroyer’s back goes against the corner. Isaiah runs to the ropes…
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful Springboard Dropkick on Ultimate Destroyer!
Isaiah leaves the ring and searches for a weapon. It’s a baseball bat around barbed wire! He enters the ring, Ultimate Destroyer gets up…
Gravedigger: WHAT A SHOT ON DESTROYER’S HEAD!
Isaiah raises the baseball bat and the crowd goes crazy. Destroyer gets up with the ropes’ help and gets another hit on his head, sending him to outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Isaiah searches for another weapon… He pulls out a table! He mounts it outside the ring!
Destroyer gets up and hits a few punches on Isaiah. He pushes him against the barricade and then sends his head against the steel steps.
Freddy Whoa: Destroyer gets Isaiah on his shoulders… POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!
Gravedigger: Destroyer gets Chavis on the ring! That must be it! Cover!
NO! CHAVIS LIFTS HIS SHOULDER! Destroyer can’t believe it and leaves the ring, searching for a weapon. He pulls out a bag of pushpins!
Zach Davis: Destroyer is sick. He is putting all the pushpins on the floor. He gets Isaiah up, tries to go for the Chokeslam…
Freddy Whoa: ISAIAH REVERSES AND HITS A TORNADO DDT!
Gravedigger: Oh my god! Destroyer’s head is bleeding! He has lots of pushpins over his head and body!
Isaiah leaves the ring and gets another table. He puts it inside the ring, mounts it, and puts Destroyer over it. He climbs the turnbuckle…
Zach Davis: THE TEMPEST THROUGH THE TABLE! COVER!
NOOOO!!!!! DESTROYER KICKS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer is not human. I’m sure.
Gravedigger: What a match we are watching ladies and gentlemen!
Isaiah sends Destroyer to outside the ring and grabs a chair. He tosses it against his opponent… FUCK YOUR FACE!
Zach Davis: Destroyer just got dizzy!
Destroyer manages to hit some strong punches on Chavis. THE SOPRANO OUT OF NOWHERE!
Freddy Whoa: Both wrestlers down!
The referee checks if they’re both okay and Destroyer gets up slowly. He grabs Isaiah’s head and sends it against the steel steps. He gets a weapon under the ring… It’s a STOP sign!
Gravedigger: What the f…
Zach Davis: SHADES OF REVENGE!
He waits for Chavis… OH! WHAT A SHOT ON CHAVIS’S HEAD! Isaiah goes down and Destroyer gets him inside the ring. Cover!
Isaiah kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: So close!
Destroyer rolls out of the ring and grabs his stop sign and slides it into the ring. He slides in and picks it back up, running at Chavis, who hits the stop sign with a Dropkick!, smashing it into Destroyer's face!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Destroyer stumbles back and Chavis runs at him, jumps, and executes a Tornado DDT, drilling Destroyer's head into the fallen stop sign! The crowd roars as Destroyer lands on it and Chavis follows up by running to the ropes, sliding under, and with one fluid motion springboarding...
Gravedigger: CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE!
HE HITS IT!
Freddy Whoa: The Juggalo Warrior wins it! Another Hardcore Open, another victory!
Chavis' music hits as he gets to his feet, exhausted but victorious.
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. “Periphery” by Mile Zero begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel: This next contest in a special Grudge Match! It is one fall with a forty minute time limit. Our first competitor weighing in at 220lbs. from Bronx, New York…Joey Flash!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
"Talk shit, get shot" by Bodycount starts playing as a eagle is flying across the Rebel flag on the WCFtron and the lights fade down with white strobe lights filtering in the smoke of the entrance. Out steps Adam Young in a black jean vest, RealTree camo pants, black combat boots and a gas mask on top of his head. He looks around and the fans go crazy when he holds up his trusty kendo stick. He starts towards the ring with an icey stare on his face. He slaps hands with the fans around ringside as he circles the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent weighing in 230lbs. from Abilene, Texas…”Redneck” Adam Young!
Adam slides into the ring and kneels in the middle on one knee raising the kendo stick above his head. Adam stands up and walks over to the ropes as he throws the gas mask into the crowd. He walks over to the other side and raises the kendo stick in the air again. Adam returns to the middle of the ring as streamers fill the ring as he takes his vest off. The ref starts clearing the streamers from the ring as Adam places the kendo stick in his corner where Masato is now standing.
Flash is lounging in the corning, his feet up on the top rope as his upper body is braced by the turnbuckle. Flash is just sitting there looking as cocky and bold as ever. Young is standing in his corner like a caged animal ready to strike, he's bouncing from one foot to the other looking like he's about to spring as soon as the bell rings. And sure enough that's exactly what happens, the ref asks both men and Joey Flash says yes without bothering to get down from the ropes, when the bell rings Young charges across the ring with a fury, but Flash rolls off the top rope to the apron and quickly hops down to the floor.
Zach Davis: I'd say that's not a very smart move on Flash's part, to antagonize Adam Young.
Adam Young is hot as Joey Flash brushes him off, Young immediately dives through the ropes something Joey didn't seem to expect and he goes running around ringside as Young gives chase. Flash gets enough distance to slide back into the ring, but Young is hot on his trail and slides right in aswell. Flash bails out the other side of the ring and Young just dives right through the ropes careening into Flash causing the two to smash into the guard rail. Young doesn't slow his assault as he begins pounding on Flash who's head is already bloodied presumably from hitting the guardrail. Young looks like a wild beast. Young is so fuel of adrenaline he can barely contain himself, he gets up and shakes the guardrail like a mad man.
Angry Fan: REDNECK PSYCHO! REDNECK PSYCHO! REDNECK PSYCHO!
Flash is bloodied and battered early on in this match, he starts crawling away from Young, but doesn't get far. Young yanks Flash to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Young slides in as Flash pulls himself over to a corner. Young comes over and starts stomping on Flash in the corner keeping Flash from getting to his feet.
Gravedigger: This crazy Redneck is going hogwild all over Joey's ass.
Young backs up, grabs a hold of Joey's ankles and drags him out to the middle of the ring, but Joey Flash grabs a hold of the middle rope and won't let go. Unable to pull Flash to the middle of the ring Young just yanks his lower half up into the air and lets go causing Flash to loose grip of the rope and fall to his back on the mat. Joey almost immediately rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Flash getting out of dodge quick.
Zach Davis: Whatever you want to say about Joey Flash you can't deny he's a true ring general, constantly keeping track of where he is in that ring.
Young heads to the ropes and leans through to grab Flash, but is caught by a thumb to the eye, then Flash quickly yanks Young out through the ropes and he lands hard on his back on the floor.
Zach Davis: A real dirty move by Joey Flash.
The ref starts the count
Freddy Whoa: He knows all the tricks in the book, Zach.
Zach Davis: That one quick thumb to the eye giving Flash enough time to drag Young to the outside.
Joey Flash takes the time to catch his breath and recuperate leaning against the ring apron.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young looks pretty hurt.
Gravedigger: He took one Hell of a fall to that concrete floor.
Zach Davis: Don't be misled folks, those mats at ringside are only about an inch thick, they don't provide much protection. These two men are already battered only moments into this match.
Joey Flash is still leaning against the ring apron as Adam Young reaches up and tries to use the ring curtain to pull himself back to his feet.
Joey nails Young with a kick to the side of the head, but Young doesn't slow down and gets back to his feet as Flash greets him with a stiff right to the face. Young stumbles back from the blow into the ringpost, but stays on his feet.
Young is leaning against the ring post. Flash charges at Young with a double axe-handle to the face, but Young ducks out of the way or more-or-less flops to the floor leaving Flash to smash his forearm into the ring post.
Zach Davis: Young getting out of the way in the nick of time.
Flash is rubbing his forearm and keeps shaking it as if he's trying to shake the pain off. Young gets back to his feet and nails Flash with a right to the face before tossing him back into the ring.
Young climbs up onto the ring apron, but Flash is already back on his feet and he nails Flash with a right to the face. The referee brushes off the count considering Flash interfered by not letting Young back into the ring. Joey Flash hooks Young's head and tries to vertically suplex him back into the ring, but Young wraps his legs around the ropes to block it.
Zach Davis: Young blocks the suplex.
Young reverses the suplex and is throwing Flash out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: O' no, he's gonna suplex him to the floor.
Flash stretches his legs out throwing Young a little off balance taking away any leverage he had to get Joey over the top rope.
Zach Davis: A tug of war here for the suplex.
The two men are still tangled and the whole time the referee is warning them to get away from the ropes. Flash nails Young with a right to the gut and the two break apart from each other. Flash nails Young with another right to the face and then another. Joey grabs the back of Young's head and pulls him along the apron to smash his head into the turnbuckle, but Young puts his foot up to stop it. Young nails Joey with a left elbow to the head, and Flash backs away holding his face. Young quickly ascends the to the top turnbuckle and dives off hitting Joey with a missile dropkick to the face knocking him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Adam Young with a big time dropkick from the top rope.
Young is back on his feet after the drop kick and yanks Joey back to his feet, Young nails Joey with several forearms to the face backing him up to the ropes. Young whips Flash across the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young sending Joey for the ride.
Flash comes off the ropes and Adam Young goes for a back elbow, Flash ducks and heads to the opposite ropes.
Zach Davis: Young missing with the elbow.
Flash bounces off the ropes and Young leap frogs over him as he keeps going. Flash comes back off the other ropes and Young rolls backwards for a monkey flip style toss with his feet, but he's still early and Flash hooks his legs and just kneels on his shoulders for a cover. The referee counts.
Young kicks right out with no problem at all.
Zach Davis: Adam Young went with the monkey flip, but he was still quick on the draw and Flash gets a near fall.
Young and Flash are immediately back to their feet, the go right after each other and into a collar-elbow tie-up. There is still blood on the back of Joey's head, but it seems to have clotted enough to either slow-down or stop pouring out altogether. Young drops back behind Flash into a waist-lock, Flash quickly reverses and then lets go of Young and slaps him in the back of the head.
Gravedigger: Oww, what a dick move, I love it.
Angry Fan: YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
Young turns around and Joey Flash stands there with a grin on his face and even though we can't hear him it's easy to see that Flash says fuck you. The slap infuriates Young who turns around backhands Joey. Joey cowers back holding his cheek.
Gravedigger: O' shit!
Angry Fan: YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
Zach Davis: These two men not trying to hurt anything, but each other’s feelings right now.
Freddy Whoa: I think Adam Young hurt Joey's face.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Flash is holding his face and whining like a little bitch right now.
Angry Fan: YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
Flash is still holding his face, but quickly recovers and gives Young a backhand of his own.
Angry Fan: YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU GOT PIMP SLAPPED! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* (he's said this about 15 times already)
Young just smiles and starts slapping his own face. Joey Flash looks freaked out and pretty intimidated, he starts backing away. Adam Young screams.
Adam Young: FUCK YOU, YOU DIRTY HO!
With that said Adam Young charges at Joey Flash and hits a clothesline. Flash goes down, but gets right back up, and is hit with another clothesline. Flash isn't down for long, he gets right back up and Young starts nailing him with rights to the face, Flash stumbles into a corner. Young whips Flash across the ring to the opposite corner, Flash hits the buckle hard and Young charges in, but Flash catches him with double boots to the face. Young stumbles backwards and Flash charges with a clothesline, but Young ducks behind and hooks Flash around the waist for a German suplex. Flash uses elbows to fight off the German, and then grabs Young in a headlock and rakes his eyes.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash using his usual dastardly tactics and going for the eyes again.
The referee warns Flash who doesn't seem to give a shit. Flash nails Young with a stiff left jab to the face, and then another Flash follows it with a hard right and Young stumbles back to the ropes using them to keep himself up. Flash comes over and hooks Young in a side-headlock and takes him down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Stiff punches and then Joey Flash takes Adam Young to the mat with a side headlock.
Freddy Whoa: That has to be the first wrestling hold we've seen from Joey so far.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash really is a fan of submission wrestling, but with the bad blood between these two I'm not surprised this thing degenerated into a brawl early on.
Gravedigger: Degenerated? It was a brawl from the word go.
Flash has Young secured on the mat with the side head-lock. Young rolls Flash onto his shoulders. The referee counts.
Flash rolls off his shoulders breaking the pin, he still has Young secured in the head-lock.
Zach Davis: Young using his leverage for a nearfall.
Freddy Whoa: Flash needs to be mindful of that kind of defense here from Young.
Zach Davis: Both of these men are true students of the game.
Flash is wrenching on the side head-lock, but Young is still able to roll him up again.
Flash rolls back into a sitting position breaking the count. Young goes with a different strategy now and starts trying to rally back to his feet. Young and Joey are up now. Young rams his forearm several times into the back of Joey Flash. Young pulls Joey back to the ropes and shoots him off across the ring.
Zach Davis: Adam Young breaking the head-lock and sending Flash across the ring.
Flash comes off the ropes and Young hits a back-drop, but Joey Flash lands on his feet and stumbles forward into the ropes. Young spins around and charges in hitting Flash with a clothesline over the top rope. Flash lands on his feet-first, but falls backwards and lands on his ass. Young starts stomping his foot on the mat trying to get the crowd into it. Joey Flash is getting back to his feet, the referee counts.
Zach Davis: What does Young have in mind here?
Joey Flash gets to his feet and tries to get back in the ring, as Young runs across the ring to the ropes, comes off, and baseball slides into Joey, but Joey moves out of the way and then drags Adam Young out to the floor by his feet. As soon as Young gets to the floor him and Joey start trading rights.
Zach Davis: These two men are fighting right here in front of us.
Angry Fan: FIVE! EIGHTEEN!
Adam Young gets the better of the exchange and fights Joey back to the commentary table.
Angry Fan: NINETY-TWO!
Young tries to Irish whip Joey into the ring apron, but Joey grabs a hold of the commentary table. Young stops his attempt at the Irish whip and instead rams his knee into Joey's mid-section.
Angry Fan: TWENTY-FIVE!
Joey lets go of the table and Young then rams Joey's head into the hard wood of the table.
Angry Fan: TWO! SEVEN!
Flash is dazed and stumbles backwards from the blow to the table. Adam Young grabs Joey now and whips him into the guardrail. Young gets reversed and is sent into the guardrail himself. Young hits the railing hard and flops forward to the floor at ringside.
8...(wait) 6... (that asshole fan is fucking the ref up, but he fixes it)
Flash is so tired the force of his reversal caused him to drop to his knees. At the sound of the referee's count he becomes immediately aware he needs to get back into the ring. Flash gets back to his feet and slides into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young needs to be aware of this count right now.
Adam Young must have heard Freddy Whoa because he is already crawling back towards the ring. Flash is resting in a sitting position in the middle of the ring, he's obviously hoping Young doesn't make it back in to beat the count.
Gravedigger: Come on, you crazy redneck motherfucker get yo ass back in 'dat ring.
Young is by the ring now, he's pulling himself up using the ring skirt.
Young dives back in at the last second. Flash looks none-to-happy about this, he's already back to his feet and starts stomping on Young's back preventing him from getting up.
Freddy Whoa: That was a close one.
Zach Davis: It sure was, Freddy, but Adam Young was able to make it back in time.
Flash keeps laying the boots to Adam Young's back, then Flash mounts Young and pulls his chin back.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash with a camel clutch.
Freddy Whoa: Flash is trying to slow down the pace and force Young to wrestle his type of match.
Zach Davis: I think you hit the nail right on the head, Freddy. Flash wants to keep that methodical pace.
Gravedigger: Wait did you say something about Freddy giving you head?
Zach Davis: No even close.
Gravedigger: Sorry, I got distracted by this match.
Flash is really wrenching hard on the camel clutch, but Adam Young isn't too far from the ropes and is able to reach 'em causing the referee to force a break. Flash is refusing.
Flash lets go and holds his hands up as if innocent of any wrong doing. Flash takes a few steps back and then grabs Young's foot and drags him to the center of the ring and goes right back into the camel clutch.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash picking up where he left off, but with much better ring positioning.
Flash is being dirty with the camel clutch and keeps raking his forearm along Young's eyes. The referee warns him, but doesn't force a break.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash as to be expected is taking lots of leeway with the rules here.
Gravedigger: Hey, no harm, no foul.
Zach Davis: That doesn't apply at all in this situation.
Flash is using every dirty tactic he can now, pulling back on the nose, eyes, fishing hooking Young's cheeks. The referee is growing more and more frustrated with the situation.
Zach Davis: This is just horrendous now, Joey Flash is on the verge of disfiguring Adam Young here. This referee needs to do something.
Young is in lots of pain now, as Joey Flash has his fingers hooked in his nostrils pulling his face back while sitting on the middle of his back, the referee has seen enough and he grabs a hold of Joey Flash and starts pulling on his arms forcing him to break the camel clutch. Joey Flash is pretty pissed at this and shoves the referee back.
Zach Davis: Wow, you just can't do that?
Gravedigger: Yeah, no matter how much they're asking for it, you can't put your hands on a referee.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash could be looking at a DQ, right here.
The referee and Joey Flash are now in a verbal confrontation, the referee is really giving him the business and poking him in the chest almost inciting Flash to try it again. SCHOOL-BOY!
Joey Flash kicks out of the pin attempt by Adam Young.
Zach Davis: While Joey Flash was distracted by the referee Adam Young almost snuck out the back door with a victory.
Flash is back to his feet before Young and he's hot. He charges and nails Young with a swift knee to the face keep him from getting back to his feet. Flash immediately rolls Young over, pulls out Young's right arm and then drops his posterior on the elbow joint causing great pain to Young, who recoils his arm back hold it in pain. Flash doesn't quit and pulls Young's arm back out lays it on the mat and stomps on it hard.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash going after the arm now.
Young realizes what's happening and tries to distance himself from Flash by rolling away, but Flash is relentless and goes right back after Young dragging him back out to the middle of the ring by the injured arm. Flash stretches the arm out again on the mat stepping on it with his right foot to hold it in place as he drops an elbow to the inside of the arm. Young is even more determined to get away now and scrambles up to his feet and into a corner. Flash comes after Young in the corner, but is met with a boot in the stomach.
Zach Davis: Adam Young trying to fight back now.
The boot only momentarily stuns Flash who immediately starts nailing Young with rights to the face this stalls any moment Young was trying to build. Flash wraps Adam Young's injured arm around the top rope and plants his foot on the rope as he starts yanking on the arm trying to stretch it out of socket. The referee lays in the count.
Flash still isn't breaking, but it doesn't appear the referee wants this grudge match to end on a DQ so he just starts pulling Flash off Young. Unlike last time Flash isn't so quick to protest the referee, he just lets go and ignores his pleas to bring the man back to the center of the ring. Flash nails Young with a knife-edge chop to the chest.
Zach Davis: That knife-edge chop echoing through the arena.
Angry Fan: WOOOO!
Joey Flash lays in another big chop.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO!
Adam Young is covering up his chest now, but Flash nails with a right to the head causing Young to react by covering up his face leaving his chest once again exposed for another big chop.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOO!
The referee keeps warning Joey Flash to get out of the corner.
Angry Fan: WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR!
Joey Flash finally obliges with the referee's demands by pulling Adam Young out of the corner by his injured arm, and then running over to the ropes, hopping over the top and falling to the floor bringing Young's arm down hard across the top rope. This causing Young to sling backwards from the momentom of the rope and fall to the canvas holding his arm in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash might as well paint a target on that arm.
Joey Flash stands outside gloating over his dirty work.
Angry Fan: WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR!
Joey Flash walks over to this annoying fan in the front row shouting nonsense.
Angry Fan: WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR!
Joey Flash: Well, you've got me instead, so shut the fuck up and sit down.
The fan is relentless though.
Angry Fan: WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR!
Joey Flash gives up on this guy and heads back into the ring. The referee has been too busy checking on Adam Young to administer the count on Joey. Flash maneuvers around the referee to go after Young's right arm again. This time Joey lifts Young's arm into a vertical position and then plants his knee into the elbow socket while pulling backwards on the wrist trying to snap the arm in two at the elbow.
Freddy Whoa: I think Joey is trying to damage Adam Young's arm to the point that he can't get Joey up for the Hand Of God.
Zach Davis: More to your point, Freddy, it would make it very difficult for Young to properly apply his Super Cracker submission with an injured arm.
Angry Fan: WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! WE WANT FLAIR! (This guy just won't stop.)
Joey Flash is still working Adam Young's arm and he's nowhere near the ropes leaving Young with no easy means of escape. Joey Flash lays Young's arm down on the mat and holds the arm down with his hands as he does a knee-drop to the inside of the elbow from the all four's position before lifting the arm right back up and reapplying the excruciating hold.
Angry Fan: FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY!
The annoying fan has decided to attack Adam Young now, and the rest of fans actually start getting behind this chant.
Crowd: FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY!
Zach Davis: We've got quite a vocal crowd here tonight.
Gravedigger: Yeah and one particularly vocal asshole in the front row. And no I'm not talking about you Freddy.
Crowd: FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY!
Flash seems to be enjoying this particular chant. Young is kicking the mat in pain as Flash is really pulling back on the arm. Finally Flash pulls his knee away and steps up to his feet while still having a tight grip on Young's arm. Flash pulls Young up to his feet and then twists the arm around into a nice tight arm-wringer. Young is holding his shoulder in pain as Flash twists the arm around again, and then yanks it really hard causing Young to drop to his knees.
Crowd: FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP FUCK THE CONFEDERACY
Young steps back to his feet as Flash holds tight to the arm-wringer and then starts to twist around the arm again, but when Flash turns his back to Young, he is swiftly kicked in the ass. This seems to have startled Flash more than anything, but it's enough for him to unwittingly release his grip. Flash rubs his ass as he turns around to confront Adam Young who catches him with a short jab to the face. Then another.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is fighting back now with those short lefts.
Flash is a little wobbly legged and Young charges with a clothesline. Flash goes down, but Young used his injured right arm and is now in even more pain as he clutches at it.
Zach Davis: Young making an aggressive comeback, but not thinking about preserving that injured arm.
Adam Young shakes his arm off, he pulls Flash back to his feet and pushes him back into a corner. Young grabs Flash with his good left arm and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Flash hits the buckles and Adam Young charges in and hits Flash with a big splash in the corner. Adam Young backs away leaving Flash to stumble out of the corner. Young whips Flash now to the ropes, Flash comes off the ropes and Young hits him with a powerslam. Young goes right into the cover.
Joey Flash kicks out.
Gravedigger: Adam Young is gonna need more than that to put away Joey Flash.
Young gets Flash back up to his feet, Young nails Joey with a right to the face, but Joey fights with back with a kick to right arm. This brings Young to a halt. Flash whips Young to the ropes, Young comes off and Flash goes for a clothesline, Young ducks, comes off the other ropes and gets spun into a tilt-a-whirl but turns it around on Flash into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors throwing Flash across the ring.
Zach Davis: Adam Young with a big headscissors.
Flash gets up and stumbles into a corner, Adam Young charges in with another big splash. Joey Flash moves out of the way and Young goes over the top turnbuckle smashing his right arm into the ring post.
Zach Davis: Adam Young going right into the post with that injured arm.
Flash immediately grabs Young and slaps on the Pain Of Love arm-bar.
Freddy Whoa: That injured arm in stuck in the vice like grip of Joey Flash.
Young is kicking his feet in pain and is close enough to entangle them in the ropes. The referee forced the break.
Zach Davis: Ring positioning saving Adam Young once again in this match.
Flash gets up to his feet and drags Adam Young out to the center of the ring before slapping on the Pain Of Love arm bar again.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is in real trouble now.
Freddy Whoa: He’s gonna have to tap right here.
Adam Young is struggling, he has nowhere to go, but is refusing to tap. He is swinging his body around trying to relieve the pressure, but Flash is doing his best to prevent this. It’s an epic struggle between two true fighters.
Gravedigger: I can’t believe Adam Young hasn’t tapped yet.
Young is finally able to swing his body around to relieve the pressure and get a chance to kick Joey Flash hard in the head. Flash lets go and Young quickly crawls to the outside of the ring. Flash hops out onto the apron and jumps off with a double axe-handle, but Young catches him with a punch to the gut, and then Young rams Flash into the guardrail.
Zach Davis: Spilling this fight right to the outside once again.
Young tosses Flash back into the ring and heads to the top rope. Flash gets to his feet and Young catches him with a missile dropkick. Flash gets back up and Young catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Adam Young goes for the cover hooking a leg. The referee counts.
Joey Flash kicks out.
Zach Davis: Flash kicking at two.
Young yanks Flash back to his feet and hooks his head and then arms in a butterfly position.
Gravedigger: Here comes the Hand Of God.
Young lifts Flash up, but loses control because of his bad arm and drops him. Flash fights back now with several forearms to the face. Flash spins Young around and hooks him in a waist-lock and hits the Lightning Bolt german suplex, but Adam Young flips all the way around and lands on his feet, immediately runs to the ropes, comes off, and hits Flash with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash almost put this match to an end right there with the Lightning Bolt suplex.
Flash is down and hurt, Young is looking a little worse for the wear as well, but suddenly he gets a burst of energy and hops to his feet, he drags Flash over to a corner. Young spins around, he hops onto the second and then the top turnbuckle for the Dark Messiah best moonsault ever variation, but Flash rolls out of the way, Young flops to the canvas hard right on his injured right arm.
Zach Davis: Adam Young missing the Dark Messiah moonsault.
Freddy Whoa: Flash needs to take advantage of this quick.
Flash does take advantage and covers Young hooking both legs.
Adam Young kicks out.
Zach Davis: This war is not over yet.
Flash gets back to his feet. He drags Young out to the center of the ring and goes for the Pain Of Love again, but Adam Young blocks it and kicks Flash in the face. Flash stumbles back to the ropes. Adam Young rallies back to his feet. Flash shakes off the kick and comes after Young, but Young nails him with a SUPERKICK!
Zach Davis: The big superkick this could be it right here.
Young falls right into the cover.
Flash kicks out.
Zach Davis: That’s still not enough to keep Joey Flash down.
Young wastes no time, he yanks Joey to his feet and hooks him again for the Hand Of God style J-driller, but Flash reverses out of it, comes behind Young and hits the LIGHTNING BOLT!
Gravedigger: This one is over!
Flash covers Young.
NOOOO! Adam Young somehow kicks out. The crowd is in awww.
Freddy Whoa: Impossible, how did that just happen?!
Zach Davis: Unbelievably Adam Young kicks out of the Lightning Bolt. He just won’t stay down.
Joey Flash looks completely shocked. He climbs back to his feet and yanks Young up, Flash hooks Young from the behind for the Lightning Bolt again, but Adam Young fights back with elbows breaking Flash’s grip. Young spins around and HAND OF GOD!
Zach Davis: That’s gotta be it!
Young goes for the cover. The referee counts.
KICK OUT! Flash kicks out! The crowd is on their feet.
Angry Fan: THIS IS BORING! THIS IS BORING! THIS IS BORING!
Gravedigger: Would someone please knock that fan out, what a jackass!!!
Young is shocked as is the crowd, but he doesn’t waste any time and goes right into the Super Cracker calf-killer submission. Flash is quick to squirm away to the ropes. Young is frustrated as he comes over to Flash who meets him with a boot to the gut from the ground. Flash yanks himself to his feet using the ropes and Young doesn’t stay back for long and goes for a big right to the face, however Flash blocks it and hits Young with several rights of his own. Young is staggered Flash charges with a clothesline, but Young ducks and SUPERKICK on Flash.
Angry Fan: THIS IS AWFUL! THIS IS AWFUL! THIS IS AWFUL!
Young is out of breath and takes a moment to recover.
Zach Davis: Young not able to immediately go for the cover here.
Young finally recovers, but instead of going for the cover he drags Flash near a corner and DARK MESSIAH!
Zach Davis: It’s over!
BUT NO! Flash get out of the way again, yet Young lands on his feet, and LIGHTNING BOLT!!!
Freddy Whoa: THE LIGHTNING BOLT OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Flash covers Young hooking both legs.
NO! Seth Lerch pulls the referee out of the ring basically as his hand hits the mat. The fans boo.
Gravedigger: SETH IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!
Flash turns towards Seth and yells at him angrily. Seth laughs before grabbing him by the leg. Flash shakes it repeatedly before finally shaking Seth free and turning towards Young.
Zach Davis: DAMN!
Flash spins but doesn't go down. Seth is on the apron and grabs him by the head, dropping his jaw onto the ropes. This causes Flash stumble backwards into a rollup by Adam Young.
Gravedigger: SETH IN THE RING NOW.
Freddy Whoa: ...w.. whoa?
The crowd is in disbelief. Seth gets to his feet and immediately grabs the mic in Kyle's hand and yells at him to call it.
Kyle Steel: AND YOUR WINNER...
The crowd is realizing what happened enough to boo now.
Kyle Steel: ADAAAAMMMM YYYOOOUUUNNNGGGG!!!!
Zach Davis: I.. just.. what?
Seth laughs and laughs and laughs, gloating for a few moments before he looks down and sees Flash getting to his feet. He and Young make eye contact before leaving the ring and backpeddling up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash literally won the match, guys. Like, the ref's hand hit the mat, Seth just didn't give enough time to let the ref call for the decision.
Gravedigger: All that matters is the recordbooks, boys. And the recordbooks say that on July 26th, 2015, Adam Young defeated Joey Flash.
Flash yanks the mic away from Kyle Steel.
Joey Flash: SETH YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
Joey Flash: You think you're fucking funny? This isn't over between you and I, you moron. This is just beginning. In fact, I'm going to make a promise. This whole Joey Flash/Seth Lerch rivalry? IT ENDS, AND IT ENDS TONIGHT.
The crowd pops!, and Seth acts scared. He somehow has a mic.
Seth Lerch: You mad, Flash? This is WCF. I'm SETH FUCKING LERCH and I DECIDE who wins and loses. Your moron friends ICE Beckman and Bobby Cairo couldn't understand that and you can't either. If Seth Lerch says Adam Young wins, WELL GUESS WHAT?
Seth motions towards Adam.
Seth Lerch: ADAM. YOUNG. WINS.
The fans boo mercilessly.
Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Seth takes it all in stride, laughing.
Seth Lerch: I still have Jeff Purse to wreck tonight, Flash. I'm not sweating you one bit.
Joey Flash: Well if your sorry ass manages to escape Purse with even an inch of your life left, Seth... I'm coming for it. Mark my words. I said it once, and I'll say it again. After tonight? You and me? Our feud ends, once and for all.
Flash's music hits as Seth and Young disappear behind the ramp, Seth patting Adam's back as they do.
We come back to Slam from commercial with a shot of the announce table.
Zach Davis: Right now I'm being told that Pantheon-
Gravedigger: Boo! Boo Pantheon! Boo Pantheon! Boo!
Zach Davis: You done?
Zach Davis: ...that Pantheon-
Zach Davis: ...
Zach Davis: They're doing something! Quick! Go out to them!
The cameras cut outside where Corey Black, Scarecrow, Alex Richards, Jay Omega and Jeff Purse are sitting in Hollywood director's chairs. Gunther Blythe, Judas Dante, Jack Page, Jack Daniel Case and Dexter Radcliffe are standing in front of them wearing shorts and t-shirts.
Corey Black: All right. Pledges-
Jay Omega: Wait. Pledges? Since when is this college? I don't want to have to spank these guys with paddles.
Corey Black: Fine. What do you suggest we call them?
Jay Omega: Guys? Gentlemen?
Corey Black: Well that takes the fun out of this.
Alex Richards: Can we hurry this along? Some of us have a main event to get ready for?
Corey Black: Fine! All right, gentlemen, behind you is the Pantheon Obstacle Course.
The camera pans to reveal several large obstacles. The camera cuts back to Black.
Corey Black: You will be racing against each other to complete the course first. Whoever comes in last gets...I dunno. We haven't really thought that far ahead. Eliminated?
Scarecrow: Nah, too soon for that. We'll come up with something as you five are doing the course.
Corey Black: Aye. Now get over there to the start line.
Radcliffe, Case, Dante, Blythe and Page walk over to a crudely drawn line with the word "Start" scribbled in front of it.
Corey Black: Way to spring the $1.00 for the chalk Purse. Seriously? We couldn't get like a real set-up?
Jeff Purse: Do you even realize how much money we spent on this course? Or how long it took me to find all of this in Japan? And you wanna get on me about the start line?
Corey Black: I make a motion that somebody else is in charge of set-up. Any opposed?
Silence from everyone else.
Corey Black: Motion carries.
Jeff Purse: God damn it.
Corey Black: On the count of 3, you'll hear a gunshot and then you'll tackle your first obstacle, a little something I call "ELBOW TO THE FACE!".
The camera cuts to a gauntlet of rotating cylinders with arms bent to resemble a Corey Black elbow strike. From somewhere else a switch is flipped and the arms begin spinning rapidly.
Corey Black: It's quite simple to pass through this objective. All you have to do is run and make it to the other side. If you crawl, we make fun of you and you start back over. Got it? Good, because I'm not explaining it again. 3...2...1!
There's a long pause as everyone waits for the sound of a gun.
Corey Black: Did we not get a gun, Jeff?
Jeff Purse: Uh, gun laws and all.
Corey Black: Fuck. Well what do we have?
Purse reaches down beside him and pulls up a roll of bubble wrap.
Corey Black: ...
Purse pinches a bubble and a small "POP" is heard. No one moves.
Jeff Purse: GO!
All 5 men race forward, only to get promptly knocked down by the first elbow they encounter.
Corey Black: Ha! Blythe and Page are the first ones back up to their feet and they race forward, trying to time the arms. Radcliffe and Case are up next as Dante is still shaking off his first hit.
Scarecrow: Get up you dummy!
Blythe and Page are the first ones through, followed by Radcliffe. Case gets knocked down again as Dante steps over him, only to get hit and knocked back on top of case.
Jay Omega: Well isn't that just fantastic.
As Case and Dante try to get up, Radcliffe, Blythe and Page are approaching obstacle number 2.
Jeff Purse: Now this obstacle is one designed by me. They have to race up those stairs, grab one of the bicycles and then ride it down the ramp and make the jump over the pool of Diet Coke.
Corey Black: Why is there 4 bicycles and a unicycle up there?
Jeff Purse: Because I could only find 4 bicycles. Did you not realize everyone in this damn country has a bike? So whoever gets up their last is going to have to ride that down.
Radcliffe, Blythe and Page all grab a bicycle and ready themselves at the top of the ramp. Case and Dante are shoving each other as they both try and get up the stairs. The 3 up top all take off down the ramp, with Page trying to push over Radcliffe. They all hit the jump at the same time with Radcliffe and Blythe making the jump easily. The heavier Page almost wipes out but manages to stick the landing. Meanwhile, Dante trips Case at the top of the steps and grabs the last bicycle. Case tries to shove him off but misses as Dante takes off down the ramp.
Jay Omega: DAMN IT CASE!
Dante makes the jump as Case recovers. He lets a few choice curse words as he grabs the unicycle and mounts it. Case takes off down the ramp shakily.
Jay Omega: Nope.
Case hits the jump and makes it halfway before he plunges into the Diet Coke pool. Meanwhile, Radcliffe, Blythe and Page are at the 3rd obstacle, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Dante rushes up beside them as Case pulls himself out of the pool.
Jack Daniel Case: I'M ALL STICKY NOW!
Corey Black: That's what she said?
Case continues to complain as he joins the rest of the competitors.
Alex Richards: Now this one isn't so much an obstacle as it is a way to make fun of you. In front of you are some of Thailand's best erotic companions.
Corey Black: That hookers? Really?
Alex Richards: Quiet you. Now as you see, there are 5 entertainers in front of you. Now they all look like beautiful women, but one of them is actually a Thai ladyboy. You all need to grab an entertainer and then check their nether regions. The one that finds the dong has to kiss the ladyboy.
Corey Black: ...
Jeff Purse: ...
Jay Omega: ...
Alex Richards: What?
Corey Black: We said come up with an obstacle...and you came up with this?
Alex Richards: Well excuse me for wanting to have some fun. Now go!
All 5 men trade looks before running forward and grabbing an entertainer. But nobody seems eager to look down below. Case is the first to look and he lets out a sigh of relief. The rest follow and let out a sigh of relief, except for Blythe.
Corey Black: ...
Alex Richards: HA!
The other 4 run off toward the next obstacle as Blythe stares over at Richards.
Alex Richards: Do it or you're out.
Corey Black: God damn it. Just do it! But don't look it in the eye!
Blythe shuts his eyes and purses his lips. The ladyboy grabs Blythe by the back of the head and pulls him in tight, driving his tongue into Blythe's mouth.
Jay Omega: Oh shit. I'm going to be sick.
We can hear Omega retching as the ladyboy keeps up his lip lock with Blythe. Meanwhile, at the next obstacle, the other 4 are staring nervously at podiums with metal boxes on top of them.
Scarecrow: Omega's obstacle is up next. In front of you are boxes. Lift them and then eat what you find under.
Corey Black: Eat? What the shit is this? Fear Factor?
Scarecrow: Ask him!
Omega continues to retch. The competitors all lift their boxes and find a pile of Andy Capp's Hot Fries in front of them. Radcliffe, Case and Dante all begin shoveling the fries into their mouths but Page is looking at them with disgust.
Alex Richards: EAT YOU DUMMY! ITS WHAT YOU SHOULD DO BEST!
Page refusing to eat the Hot Fries. He yells out that he hates them.
Corey Black: ...
Jeff Purse: ...
Alex Richards: YOU EAT THEM OR I WILL SKULL FUCK YOU WITH JAYSON PRICE'S COMA PENIS!
Page reaches out and grabs a single fry. He takes a tentative bite and immediately begins to puke.
Corey Black: ALL THE POINTS! HE LOSES ALL THE POINTS!
Alex Richards: What points?!
Corey Black: THE POINTS I JUST INVENTED TO TAKE AWAY FROM THIS LOSER!
Radcliffe, Case and Dante all finish their fries and take off as Page continues to puke. Blythe finally arrives after his passionate make out session with the ladyboy and he begins to eat, despite the puking sounds from Page. Radcliffe, Case and Dante are in the midst of a foot race to the finish line, with each trying to shove the other to the ground. Dante manages to trip Case, who in turn falls into Radcliffe, and both fall to the ground. Dante finishes first and celebrates as Blythe finishes his plate of hot fries.
Corey Black: DON'T YOU DARE FINISH LAST AFTER THAT BULL SHIT!
Radcliffe and Case both trying to get to their feet fast as Blythe approaches. Radcliffe with the shove and Case tumbles back down in front of Blythe. Radcliffe takes off as Blythe has to hurdle case. Radcliffe narrowly edges out Blythe for 2nd place as Page is still laying in a puddle of puke. Case finally finishes 4th as Corey Black stands from his chair.
Corey Black: Okay, that's it. I'm calling this shit.
Alex's head falls into his hands in disappointment as Scarecrow applauds his competitor.
Corey Black: Judas Dante wins the 2nd competition. Page, for coming in last, you have to go on a date with the ladyboy. But first clean up yourself and my obstacle course.
The cameras switch back inside the arena.
Gravedigger: Why in the hell are we giving those people air time?
Freddy Whoa: What do you mean 'those people'?
Gravedigger: Pantheon, obviously. They were all just on the screen. Christ, how sensitive are you Whoa?
Freddy Whoa: VERY! But it's not like you care!
Freddy can be heard whimpering as Slam goes to commercial.
Kyle Steel is in the ring to make the announcement.
Kyle Steel: Our next contest of Ultimate Showdown is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.
The lights go down all of a sudden, and a red spotlight lights up center stage. "Castratikon" by Dethklok starts to play and Q-Ball starts to slowly rise from beneath the stage.
"Born of Evil In a fiery volcano on a mutilated mission to inflict merciless pain!"
He has a towel over his head, and a sycamore cane in his hand.The dark figure reaches the top of the stage and starts to head down to the ring as the spotlight follows him.
"Sacrifice your soul to the deity of death, she's concocted your murder and you've lost all your defenses!"
Kyle Steel: Our first competitor weighing in at 282lbs from Denver, Colorado…”The Hardkore Master” Q-Ball!
He rolls into the ring, and gets to his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle, and grabs the towel from his head. Q-Ball raises the sycamore cane over his head, just staring out over the crowd.
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, a big smile plastered across his face. He's wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm, he also has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape. Hatcher doesn’t wave to the crowd like usual he just starts heading towards the ring a serious look on his face.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent weighing in at 235lbs. from Los Angeles, California…The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron wipes his feet and climbs through the ropes into the ring. He immediately heads to his corner and begins disrobing. The music cuts out and Kyle Steel evacuates the ring as the referee pats down both competitors. He then signals for the bell.
The bell rings and Q-Ball and Hatcher circle each other before tying up. Q-Ball uses his strength advantage to push Hatcher to a corner. The referee calls for the break both men hold their hands up, but Hatcher takes the short cut with a kick to the gut. Hatcher throws Q-Ball in the corner and starts laying in knife-edge chops which echo through the arena.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hatcher whips Q-Ball across the ring, but Q-Ball reverses and sends Hatcher to the buckle. Q-Ball charges in but Hatcher catches him with a boot, he stumbles back, Hatcher charges out of the ring and is caught with a back body-drop.
Zach Davis: A big backdrop by Q-Ball and these men are getting right into it here.
Hatcher gets up to his feet and Q-Ball nails him with a stiff clothesline. Hatcher isn’t down for long and Q-Ball snatches him up for a military press, Q presses Hatcher twice, but Hatcher rakes his eyes before he can slam him and then chop blocks Q’s leg out from under him.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Freddy Whoa: A classic wrestling move there.
Zach Davis: The chop block?
Freddy Whoa: No, the rake of the eyes.
Gravedigger: Hatcher going for the cheap moves early.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Even though no one is being chopped this fan is relentless. Q ends up crumbling to the mat from the chop block and Hatcher immediately starts targeting the leg. Hatcher keeps stomping on the inside of the thigh and then planting his foot right above the hip and falling backwards to hyper-extend the leg. Q is favoring the leg by trying to cover up. Hatcher drags Q to the ropes and places the ankle on the bottom rope before hopping up and bringing his posterior crashing down along the knee.
Zach Davis: This is a classic strategy of Hatcher’s here. He loves to target the legs on these bigger guys. We saw it during his short-lived battle with Dune.
Hatcher climbs out of the ring and then pulls Q’s leg out under the bottom rope. Hatcher lifts the leg up and brings it crashing down along the edge of the ring apron.
Freddy Whoa: Raymond Hatcher using the hardest part of the ring to go after the leg.
Hatcher slams Q’s leg into the apron two more times before he drags him over to the ring post. The referee is too busy warning Hatcher to start the count out.
Zach Davis: What does Hatcher have in mind here?
Hatcher is right in front of the disgruntled fan as he rams Q’s leg into the ring post. The referee is losing his shit now telling Hatcher he’s going to be disqualified.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The fan is screaming right next to Hatcher practically in his ear. Hatcher spins around and approaches the barricade with an insane look on his face, the fan shuts up and immediately sits down.
Gravedigger: That’s one way to shut him up.
Zach Davis: If I was that fan I would not be provoking Hatcher right now, God only knows what his state of mind is. The man eliminated himself from a World Title shot just to go after Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, he’s definitely out for blood
Hatcher rams Q’s leg into the ring post once again. The referee gets involved and heads outside to confront Hatcher as he goes to slam the leg again. The referee actually grabs a hold of Hatcher’s arms and prevents him from doing it again. Hatcher just smiles and slides back into the ring. Q is now trying to pull himself out of the corner. Hatcher helps him by dragging him to the center the ring by dropping a knee Ric Flair style to Q’s head.
Angry Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (here we go again)
Q rolls to his stomach as Hatcher steps to his feet and then drops an elbow to his back. Hatcher slaps on an STF!
Zach Davis: That’s one of Hatcher’s signature holds right there.
Freddy Whoa: He could have him right here early on in this contest.
Q is close enough to the ropes to grab a hold. The referee calls for the break and Hatcher doesn’t argue. Hatcher gets up to his feet and calls Q to get up.
Zach Davis: Hatcher a bit more aggressive in this match than we have seen him in the past.
Q gets to his feet and Hatcher hits the GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB! But no, Q uses his shoulder to run Hatcher back into a corner before he can be lifted up.
Zach Davis: That looked like it was going to be the Gutwrench Powerbomb.
Gravedigger: Q-Ball is an awfully big man to get up for the powerbomb.
Q-Ball starts repeatedly ramming his shoulder into Hatcher’s mid-section in the corner. After repeated shots Hatcher is stunned for a moment, and Q-Ball lifts him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Q-Ball taking Hatcher to the top rope now.
Q-Ball climbs to the second turnbuckle and hooks Hatcher for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Hatcher fights back with head butts. Q-Ball is dazed for a moment and Hatcher is able to push him back from second rope, Q-Ball stumbles a little as Hatcher steps up to the top rope and comes off with a missile drop-kick, but Q-Ball gets out of the way and Hatcher hits the mat.
Zach Davis: Hatcher misses the missile drop-kick.
Hatcher gets right back up to his feet as Q-Ball hits him with a running STO. Q-Ball goes for the cover.
Hatcher kicks out. Q-Ball and Hatcher get back to their feet Q-Ball nails Hatcher with several rights to the face and then hits a fall away slam. Hatcher flies across the ring and ends up rolling out the other side.
Zach Davis: A huge display of power here by the “Hardkore Master”.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but he threw him so damn far now he can’t cover him.
The referee starts laying in the count.
Q-Ball immediately jumps at the chance to take this match to the outside. Q-Ball pulls Hatcher up to his feet at ringside, but Hatcher hits a jaw jacker and Q-Ball goes down.
Gravedigger: A smart move by Hatcher there.
The referee starts laying in the count.
Hatcher takes a moment to collect himself before climbing up onto the ring apron.
Hatcher gets to his feet on the ring apron, and Q-ball climbs back to his feet at ringside.
Hatcher charges across the ring apron and dives off with a big time clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Vintage Raymond Hatcher with that apron clothesline.
Hatcher gets back to his feet and rolls back into the ring and then back out to break the count.
Q-Ball is using the guardrail to get up and he does, but Hatcher scoops him up from behind and does a shin-breaker except using the guardrail to ram Q’s leg into.
Freddy Whoa: That’s a good way to make use of the guardrail.
Hatcher tries to pull Q-Ball to his feet, but Q-Ball is having trouble standing with his bad leg.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher is having trouble getting the big man back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I saw just leave him there to be counted out.
Finally Hatcher is able to get Q-Ball back into the ring. Hatcher is able to pull Q-Ball to his feet in a corner and starts nailing him with forearms to the face, but Q-Ball fights back with some rights of his own rocking Hatcher. The two men come out of the corner with Q-Ball still pounding on Hatcher. Q grabs Hatcher’s wrist and throws a short-arm clothesline, but Hatcher ducks behind and hits a nasty German on Q-Ball with a bridge for the cover.
Q-Ball kicks out. Hatcher climbs right back to his feet and heads for the top rope.
Zach Davis: Q-Ball kicking out of the German, but Hatcher is heading upstairs now.
Freddy Whoa: This could be that viscious flying head butt.
Hatcher gets to the top rope and dives off, NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP!
But Q-Ball rolls out of the way and Hatcher hits the mat.
Zach Davis: No, he misses, Q-Ball gets out of the way in time.
Q-Ball crawls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: I thought that was going to be the end right there. It’s what put away Celeste.
Gravedigger: It could have been had Hatcher hit it.
Hatcher takes longer to get to his feet as Q-Ball lies in wait, Q-Ball goes to charge, but his leg gives out on him and he crumbles to the mat.
Zach Davis: Q-Ball couldn’t go any longer on that battered leg.
Gravedigger: It looked like he could have been going for the Eight Ball Break.
Hatcher approaches Q-Ball who is up but practically hopping on one leg. Hatcher runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: Clothesline from Q-Ball!
No, Hatcher ducks it and hits the ropes and chop blocks Q-Ball down. Yelling out in pain Q-Ball drops, gets up to one leg, and Hatcher catches him.
Zach Davis: FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!
Gravedigger: That's the Improvement-Plex, Zach!
Freddy Whoa: Raymond Hatcher wins it!
The bell sounds as Hatcher rolls away.
Zach Davis: Hatcher was close to Ultimate Showdown, but he didn't quite make it. He DID get a victory here tonight!
The scene opens on the backstage area where we find one of the interviewers making their way down a long stretch of hallway. They stop in front of a door, and knocks. The door opens and there stands Denise. She was ready for her match, and adding the finishing touches before she was called.
Denise D'Evil: Can I help you?
Kyle Steel: I was wondering if I could get a few words before your match?
Denise D'Evil: Sure. What do you want to know?
Kyle Steel: Well after you came back everyone thought that you and Night Rider would get back together but that doesn't seem to be the case. Why is that?
Denise D'Evil: Well there is a lot of reasons really, which I don't want to get into at the moment.
Kyle Steel: Of course... I'm sorry. As for your match tonight what do you think your chances are?
Denise D'Evil: My chances? My chances? They are better than anyone else when they face Night Rider. Both of us know the others movements and how we work. If anything this match will end in a tie... We're good, and we can make the match come to a standstill. But I know that's not what the fans want, so I'll give them what they want.
Kyle Steel: That's true. You've been tag team champions, and you've held titles on your own as well. Do you see gaining a piece of gold any time soon?
Denise D'Evil: Of course I do. And if that means I have to do it without him, then so be it.
Kyle Steel: Do you have any words for Night Rider before you go out to the ring tonight?
Denise D'Evil: No. I've said everything that I'm going to say to him before our match. I'm sure that he's ready to face me, just as much as I'm ready to face him. Now if you excuse me, I have a finish getting ready for.
Kyle Steel: No problem. Thank you for your time Miss D'Evil. Good luck tonight.
With that Denise closes the door, leaving the interviewer in the hallway, as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.
Kyle Steel: Our next match is set for one fall. Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois. He is The Master of Disaster, The Original Angel of Death. Niiiiiggghhhttt Rrrrridddderrrr.
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo tron. Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain as Pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. Terry Roberts steps out beside him and the crowd goes wild. Night Rider whispers something in Synn's ear and he turns around and walks away. Night Rider begins walking down towards the ramp with a look of determination on his face. He jumps over the top rope and goes straight to his corner to wait for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: His opponent, hailing from Sleepy Hollow New York. She is The Demoness of Destruction, The Death Bringer. Denise D'eeeeevvvvviiiiilllllll.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, and removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders, and tosses it in the corner. She climbs into the ring and moves to her corner as she and Night Rider glare at each other.
Freddy Whoa: Look at the way they are looking at each other. This match is going to be a blood bath.
Zach Davis: I hope not. I mean these two had one of the best relationships that I have ever seen, and now... Well it's come to this.
They continue to stare each other down, as the bell sounds. Denise and Night Rider finally lock up, and Night Rider gets the upper hand. He pushes her back, and hits a standing drop kick, sending her to the mat, and goes for the pin...
Denise gets her shoulder up, and he grabs Denise, but gets hit with a hard right hand, and then she locks in a sleeper hold and he tries to get out of the hold, only to have the lock tightened even more. The ref gets down and asks if he wants to quit, but he just utters a no, as she holds it tight as the ref starts to count...
Denise lets go, and lets him fall to the mat. She goes for the pin...
Night Rider gets his shoulder up, and she springs to her feet.
Freddy Whoa: Close one by Denise.
Zach Davis: She's not holding back here tonight.
Denise grabs Night Rider and Irish whips him into the ropes. Night Rider ducks a clothesline and stops in his tracks. As Denise turns around he connects with a standing drop kick. Night Rider picks up Denise and connects with a snap suplex. Night Rider picks Denise up again and sends her hard into the corner. She hits the top turnbuckle and flips herself over as Night Rider comes charging in. Denise grabs Night Rider and wraps him up. Night Rider gets his foot on the ropes and the ref beaks the pin attempt. Denise begins arguing with the referee as Night Rider wraps her up from behind. The referee slides into position.
Night Rider steals one here tonight.
Night Rider rolls out of the ring as his music hits.
Gravedigger: To be honest I really thought we'd see them get back together here tonight!
Zach Davis: After Night Rider stole that win? I doubt things are over between them either way!
The slow beeping sound of a heart rate monitor can be heard and the scene opens up to a hospital room. Laying in the bed is Coma World Champion Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: What is this?
Freddy Whoa: I guess they wanted to get some screen time for Jayson Price.
Gravedigger: But why? Why can’t they just pull the plug already?
The door to the hospital room opens and a doctor wearing a mask walks in silently and quickly. He turns around and peeks through the crack in the door as he shuts it. He eventually leans back and shuts the door all the way, the click barely audible. He turns around and his eyebrows light up and the sides of the mask lift as if the person behind it is smiling.
The man walks over to the edge of the bed and peers down at Jayson Price. He snaps his fingers in his eyes a few times, waiting to see if there’s a reaction. He then waves his hands in front of Jayson’s face. Finally he goes to throw a punch and pulls it at the last second, ensuring that Jayson Price really is comatose and hasn’t been ducking superior quality talent all these months.
Finally assured that he is really comatose, the doctor walks to the end of the bed and grabs the chart. He lifts it up and then reaches up and pulls down his mask. It’s Gravedigger!!!
Freddy Whoa & Zach Davis: WHOA!
Zach Davis: How the hell is that possible?!?
The camera switches back to the announcer table where Gravedigger’s chair is empty and spinning real fast like earlier. Gravedigger walks back on the screen a few seconds later and sits down.
Gravedigger: I’m just kidding guys, this was from the other day. Who is that devilishly handsome man in the scrubs?
Zach Davis: Are you going to commentate your own segment?
Gravedigger: Yes, because after listening to you guys for years, you guys suck!
The scene cuts back to Gravedigger reading over the chart. He pulls the pencil out from the clipboard and scans down to where the mention of the patient being in a coma is written. He turns the pencil upside down and gently erases it from the chart. He quickly writes in Gender Change on the chart and puts a note that hospital records are to be changed to “Jayne Price” for patient name post-op.
Gravedigger (at the announcer table): Yes! That was hilarious! Gravedigger is brilliant!
Freddy Whoa: Really, Digger?
Hospital Gravedigger puts the chart back in its place and walks around the bed slowly.
Gravedigger (in the hospital room): Well, well, well, Mr. Price. It seems that all those years of drunkenness left you with no money for bodyguards outside this hospital room. How easy it was for me to sneak in here and mess with you. I just changed your chart, turning you into a woman here very soon. It’s not like anyone will notice a difference though.
Both Gravediggers chuckle.
Gravedigger (in the hospital room): There’s gotta be one more way I can mess with you. Oh shi---
Hospital Gravedigger trips and pulls out the plug to the machine keeping Price alive. His heart rate monitor flatlines. Gravedigger grabs the cord and panics for a second. He finally starts to plug it back in but thinks for a couple of seconds before plugging it back in. A couple of seconds later, the machine goes back to normal and Jayson Price continues to breathe peacefully.
Gravedigger (in the hospital room): Yeah, I had to plug you back in. If I’m going to pull the plug, it’s going to be on purpose, not from tripping. There is one thing more I can do to you.
Hospital Gravedigger stops at Price’s IV bag. A sinister grin spreads across his face. He reaches up and takes it off the hook it is resting on, turns his back to the camera and puts it in front of him where the camera can’t see it.
Freddy Whoa: Oh dear god, tell me you’re not about to---
A zipping sound from in front of Hospital Gravedigger can be heard.
Zach Davis: That is sick!
The quite obvious sound of someone peeing can be heard. The scene cuts to Gravedigger at the announce table with an evil grin on his face. He says nothing.
The scene cuts back to the hospital where Hospital Gravedigger shakes, zips back up, and then puts the IV bag back on the hook. He gives it a little shake to hide the pee before turning and grinning to himself as he washes his hands with soap and warm water in the nearby sink. He then walks over to the door, opens it up and pauses in the doorway. He turns towards Price’s bed.
Hospital Gravedigger: Suck it, Price.
He then turns and walks out of the hospital room and the camera cuts back to the announcer table. Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa are facepalming, shaking their heads while Gravedigger holds his arms up in the air, a huge grin on his face in a victorious pose.
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
Zach Davis: Let me tell you, it does not get more personal than this. David Sanchez has done every single thing in his power to get rid of Teo del Sol over the past month. He has attacked his reputation, his body, even his fans!
Gravedigger: I like it, he’s eliminating the competition. I tell you, there’s big things in this guy’s future, he’ll be the world champion because he’ll be the only one left!
You made a fool outta me,
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring from Mexico City, New Mexico by way of Newport Beach, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs, he is the self-proclaimed Last True King of Wrestling; David Sanchez.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
Freddy Whoa: And as you know this is a fans bring the weapons match! Anything could happen here tonight, guys!
Zach Davis: Anything can happen, but one thing is for sure, anything is going to be violent.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
The music then fades and the familiar riff of Kickstart my Heart blares through the arena, but the camera stares at an empty entrance ramp. The music continues playing, but no sign of del Sol can be seen on the elaborate platform.
Zach Davis: Where is del Sol?
Gravedigger: Maybe he chickened out. I wouldn’t blame him.
Freddy Whoa: No guys, look!
The camera pans upward to the audience to reveal Teo del Sol, dressed not in an elaborate white and gold jacket, but instead a beaten up army jacket. He stands at the top of the stairs, surrounded by screaming fans, and holds his arms out, taking in the atmosphere.
Zach Davis: Teo coming down through the crowd!
Freddy Whoa: Well he has been trying to connect more with the people ever since the incident with the injured fan.
Teo makes his way down the stairs, high fiving and shaking hands with everyone he encounters along the way, he finally makes it to the barricade, inspecting the weapons the fans have brought for him and David to use. With a grin, he hops over the barricade and throws the jacket into the crowd. He continues shaking hands until he reaches the ring steps, when the pleasant demeanor is replaced by an attitude of absolute seriousness. He steps up the ring steps and makes his way through the ropes, but the entire time his eyes are completely locked on David Sanchez. Finally he makes his way into the ring.
Teo del Sol and David Sanchez stare coldly at one another, David’s hands opening and closing while Teo hops back and forth, neither breaking eye contact. Though the audience brandishes their tools of destruction, all eyes are on the ring.
Zach Davis: The tension here is palpable, you can feel the hatred radiating between these two men.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez wanted to make this personal, and it looks like he got his wish!
The bell sounds and both men immediately charge forward, locking up in the middle of the ring. After a moment’s struggle for control, David grabs a headlock. His grip is a little loose though, and with a hard shove Teo sends him towards the ropes. Sanchez rebounds as Teo throws a high roundhouse, but David manages to grab onto the rope just in time to keep from running into the kick.
Zach Davis: Teo del Sol going straight for the knockout blow right out of the gate! This isn’t like him at all!
Gravedigger: Yeah, and he almost got it too! If that roundhouse had landed the fans might have brought their tools for nothing!
David Sanchez casts a wary look across the ring at Teo, who bounces back and forth in anticipation of David’s next move. The two circle the ring, looking for an opening before locking up again. This time it is David who ends up in a headlock, but he mimics Teo’s escape, shoving him towards the ropes. David charges the rebounding Teo, connecting with a hard running knee!
Freddy Whoa: Ouch! Teo del Sol didn’t see that coming, he looks stunned!
Zach Davis: But Sanchez isn’t going for the pin?
Sanchez looks towards the ringside area, where all manner of devious tools are being waved by the eager crowd. He rolls under the bottom rope and approaches a fan holding a frying pan. He reaches out to take the weapon-
Only for the fan to yank it out of his reach!
Zach Davis: What’s this? It looks like the audience isn’t willing to help David get an advantage!
Freddy Whoa: Well can you blame them? He’s responsible for hospitalizing one of the WCF fans after all.
Gravedigger: Despicable. I thought these people were supposed to be objective.
David looks up and down the row, but indeed all of the fans have withdrawn their weapons from his reach. In frustration he begins reaching over the barricade, trying to snatch away the cooking utensil.
When suddenly Teo del Sol comes flying over the top rope with a diving Senton! He flips towards David, who catches the brunt of the move right across his spine, sending both men to the concrete in a heap. The audience roars to life, urging Teo to his feet.
After a few labored moments, the luchador manages to right himself, and suddenly finds himself the kid in the candy shop, as the audience thrusts to him many options with which to exact their revenge on David for his mistreatment of their hero.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh, David may want to get out of there…
Freddy Whoa: He’s still groggy! And it looks like Teo has made his decision.
Teo smiles and grabs a kendo stick, holding it over his head like a samurai sword. David manages to crawl to his hands and knees, but before he can make his way up, Teo brings the kendo stick down across his back with a loud CRACK!
Freddy Whoa: OUCH! What a shot from that Kendo stick!
Teo continues pummeling David with the weapon, each devastating swing of the kendo stick bringing with it another loud crack and raising a deep red welt across David’s back.
Zach Davis: At this time we would recommend any parents watching change the channel.
The stick has begun to splinter, while David rolls on the ground, screaming in agony from the pain that has been inflicted. Teo tosses the worn weapon into the ring and goes back to the well, this time bringing a metal trash can lid and a steel chair, throwing both into the ring as well.
Gravedigger: Now why do the fans cheer this guy? He’s making a mess of the ring!
Teo begins pulling David to his feet, about to toss him under the ropes, when suddenly David pulls Teo’s arm, whipping him hard into the steel steps, so hard that the top steps topple over with a hollow thud!
David quickly takes advantage of the distraction that Teo’s collision creates and snatches a steel chain from an audience member.
Freddy Whoa: David does not look happy about his treatment with that kendo stick, Teo better watch out!
David looms over the luchador, an evil grin on his face, and loops the steel chain around Teo’s neck, pulling it tight!
Zach Davis: Dear Lord, he’s trying to choke the life out of del Sol!
Teo grabs desperately at thin air, barely able to resist the chain as David pulls tighter and tighter. Teo’s face goes from red to a deep purple as the pressure chokes more and more air out of him…
But suddenly, Teo slinks his arm around David’s back and pops up, delivering David onto the exposed bottom steps with a crashing back suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! David sent down hard back first onto those steps! You know that couldn’t have felt good!
Zach Davis: No kidding, and now momentum is back on Teo’s side!
Teo gingerly rubs his neck, recovering from the choke as the fans begin a WCF chant, applauding the brutality. Teo bows and holds his arms out to the fans, requesting another weapon. A man in the front row is quick to oblige, handing Teo a flower vase, David slowly begins to make his way to his feet, only for Teo to smash the glass container over his head!
Zach Davis: Geez! Teo is holding nothing back, it’s like he’s not even trying to win the match so much as he is trying to hurt Sanchez!
Gravedigger: There’s no need to win if your opponent can’t stand, Zach!
The crowd begins throwing empty food containers and beer cups onto the bloodied Sanchez, who seems to be almost lost amidst the haze of violence. Teo observes his opponent for a moment before walking purposefully toward one side of the ringside area. He approaches one particular fan who is holding a chair out. Teo begins to take it, but instead points to the fan.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute, is that?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! It is! That’s the fan that David Sanchez injured when he threw Teo into the front row! Teo must have flown him in personally!
The crowd begins going wild as Teo hands the fan a chair, bowing in exaggerated humility before retrieving David. He walks David towards the fan and holds him up as the fan raises the chair and brings it crashing down onto David’s head!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF! WCF!
Zach Davis: You know that must have felt good for the fan!
Gravedigger: Yeah, and bad for David!
Teo gives the fan a thumbs up and a high five, as more weapons are thrust toward him. He glances over various signs, kitchen implements, and oddities before noticing a particularly evil looking thick leather belt. Teo grabs the belt and turns toward David, cracking it like a whip.
David scoots backwards, still prone from the amount of damage he has taken, holding his hands up and asking for mercy, but Teo approaches his enemy with a look of determination in his eyes, and raises the belt, giving David barely enough time to roll out of the way! David quickly makes his way to his feet, a look of fear replacing the pain, and runs full tilt away from Teo, who give chase, still swinging the belt with vengeful intent! They round the corner before David slides under the ropes. Teo manages to slide in after him- Only for David to connect with a knee drop to the back of Teo’s head!
Zach Davis: Ouch! Right to the injured cranium! That one looks like it did some serious damage!
Teo’s injuries from David’s assault with the steel pipe have been clearly aggravated by the knee drop, and blood begins dripping from the mask. Teo quickly places his hands onto his head while David regroups. After a few moments, however, David’s eyes fall onto the belt that Teo was chasing him with moments ago. With an evil grin, he bends down and picks up the strap, snapping it for only a moment.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh, I don’t like where this is going!
David quickly brings the belt down onto Teo’s back with a sickening snap! Teo cries out in pain, arching his back out of reflex as David continues to torture Teo, using the strap to devilish effectiveness.
Gravedigger: That’s it! Show that little Luchador how we wrestle here in the states!
Zach Davis: Uh, Teo is from the US. 'digger.
Gravedigger: He doesn’t look like any American wrestler I’ve ever seen!
In the ring, Teo is clinging desperately to the ropes, the belt drawing blood on his exposed back as David continues to mercilessly slash at him with the whip-like strap. The audience boos and throws garbage, but there is nothing they can do to help their hero.
Teo begins climbing the ropes like a ladder, trying to make his way to his feet. David grins, dropping the whip before stepping out onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like he has Teo in a suplex!
David grabs Teo, hoisting him into the air, both men perched precariously on the apron. Rather than hurling Teo to the concrete below though, David instead falls back, sending Teo crashing headfirst into the mat with a devastating brainbuster!
Zach Davis: Dear lord! Teo might need medical attention! That injured head just collided into the apron.
Teo manages to keep from falling to the floor, holding onto the bottom rope for support. David meanwhile rolls out of the ring, looking to grab a weapon. He approaches a rather heavy set man smoking a large cigar and holding a carton of eggs. David glances down at the weapon before snatching the cigar from the man’s mouth. The man reaches helplessly over the barricade to retrieve it, but David instead shoves him back into his seat. David puts the cigar in his mouth, inhaling deeply and blowing a smoke ring. He makes his way back into the ring, where Teo has managed to lean upright against the turnbuckle. David cockily taunts the audience, tapping the ash from the cigar and laughing at the unfortunate fan.
Freddy Whoa: What is Sanchez thinking here?
David reaches out and grabs Teo by the neck with his right hand, pinning him against the turnbuckle. He then grabs the cigar with his left hand and begins slowly moving the burnt end towards Teo’s face!
Zach Davis: Oh my God! Sanchez has lost it! He’s going to blind Teo, or worse!
The burning cigar moves ever closer, about to make contact with the exposed skin on Teo’s mask….But Teo manages to grab David’s wrist! David continues trying to shove the cigar forward, but Teo, muscles bulging from the strain, manages to just barely keep the flames from his face!
Freddy Whoa: What the? Is Teo actually overpowering David Sanchez?
Gravedigger: Fear makes the impossible possible, sometimes Freddy!
Teo just barely manages to push David’s arm away, and hits David with a hard headbutt! The move stuns David, not expecting Teo to use the injured part of his body. The crowd explodes as David stumbles backwards, and Teo begins connecting with roundhose kicks to David’s midsection! David is staggered by one, and Teo goes for a knockout roundhouse!
But no! David manages to catch the roundhouse, throwing Teo’s foot back to the ground!
Only for Teo to spin around and deliver a spinning back kick right to David’s face!
Freddy Whoa: Habanero Hurricane! Teo del Sol hit the Habanero Hurricane!
Teo quickly rolls up David, going for the pin.
No! David gets his shoulder up. The audience groans in disappointment but quickly begins chanting for Teo. Teo gestures to the fan at ringside, asking for a chair! The fan throws the chair over the top rope and Teo catches it!
Zach Davis: Thank goodness they only threw one chair!
Gravedigger: Yeah, who knows what could have happened?
Teo rolls David over onto his back, positioning the steel chair over his torso. He then steps through the middle ropes onto the outside apron.
Freddy Whoa: He couldn’t be thinking…
Teo gestures to the crowd, who roar their approval, before jumping onto the top rope and throwing his whole weight into a devastating high body splash onto both the chair and David!
Zach Davis: And now the Habanero High Dive! David might be out, guys!
Gravedigger: But Teo can’t cover! That chair hit him too!
Indeed, Teo del Sol has been folded in half by the impact, and clutches at his ribs instead of going for the pin. The audience roars, encouraging him to go for the pin, but a long time passes before he is able to slowly roll over for the cover.
No! David gets his shoulder up again! He barely manages to beat the three count by the barest of split seconds! Teo rolls over in frustration.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Teo took too long to get the cover, but I thought for sure he had it anyway!
Gravedigger: I tell you this, David Sanchez is one tough son of a-
Crowd: This is awesome!
Teo stares at the ring, grabbing the trash can lid and wedging it into the corner between the turnbuckles. His planning is interrupted however, as soon as he sees the strap that had done so much damage. His eyes fill with vengeful purpose once more and he picks up the strap, approaching David Sanchez. David scoots backwards once more, begging for mercy, but the marks on Teo’s back show exactly how merciful he is feeling. Teo raises the strap-
And David hits a low blow! Teo doubles over as David’s fist crashes below the belt. David makes his way to his feet, laughing at Teo’s predicament. He then grabs the strap once more-
Zach Davis: Oh no, not again!
David’s grin goes from anger to pure malice, and he brings the leather strap down against his prone foe, who cries out in agony, barely able to take the pain!
Freddy Whoa: This is hard to watch, the ref may have to step in.
Gravedigger: Nuh-uh, this is the match that Teo wanted, and he’s going to have to live with it.
Each snap of the strap is more painful than anything a steel chair could do, and blood begins pooling on Teo’s back from the cuts the strap has inflicted. Teo rolls over in the corner beneath the trash can lid. David drops the strap and props Teo up in the corner, trapping his head against the lid. David then goes to the opposite corner of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I think David’s ready to end it, he’s going for Medusa’s kiss!
David looks on his prey with a predatory grin, and sprints across the ring going for the Yakuza kick!
No! Teo falls to the ground at the last second, causing David to run full tilt at the lid! He falls to the ground, clutching at his knee. Teo looks down at his wounded attacker, the predator becoming the prey immediately, and Teo’s eyes fall to the strap. He bends down and picks it up as David tries once more to plead for mercy. Teo will hear none of it however, and as David tries to roll to safety, Teo brings the strap snapping down on David!
David begins screaming in agony as the crowd counts off each snap of the shot!
Crowd: Seven! Eight! Nine!
Freddy Whoa: Ah.. I know David isn’t a nice guy, but this is still hard to watch.
Gravedigger: Welcome to the wrestling business kid, oooh, that was a bad one.
David Sanchez, now bleeding from the back as well as the head, barely coherent, clings desperately to the bottom rope as Teo turns to the crowd. He puts his thumb out to the side to ask the crowd what he should do to David, and the crowd all answer back with a thumbs down. Teo then shrugs and turns toward David, raising the strap once more!
When suddenly one of the fans, a young woman in black hops over the barricade. Lady Knives, the wife of David, her pale skin and gothic fashion not easily mistaken. Teo steps back, observing as she throws herself under the ropes, putting herself between Teo and David, now pleading for mercy.
Zach Davis: What the- who the hell is this?
Teo looks back in utter confusion as the crowd begins chanting for Teo to hit her too. Teo looks at the crowd in confusion, Then stares down at the strap, covered in both his blood and the blood of his foe. He finally looks at the woman, whose emerald green eyes are filled with fear…
Freddy Whoa: Teo wouldn’t….would he?
Gravedigger: He better, David has it coming.
Zach Davis: He needs to, from what we've learned; Samm is just as vicious as her husband.
and Teo drops the belt. He then sternly points out of the ring, ordering Sammantha Sanchez to let the match conclude, she looks desperately at David Sanchez, who is barely able to move and nods, slowly making her way to her feet… And then throwing a handful of powder into del Sol’s face!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! she just blinded del Sol! The fan just hit del Sol with some kind of powder!
Gravedigger: And this is all within the rules, after all “the Fans Bring the Weapons”
The burning powder lands not only in his eyes, but also the open cuts from the match, and Teo begins clawing desperately at his face in pain. Lady Knives quickly shakes David and pulls him to his feet. David looks and sees his foe, now helpless. Sammantha gives David a thumbs down and David sprints forward, connecting with a devastating Medusa’s kiss! The referee wants to object but is powerless to do so. David blows a kiss to the woman and then turns towards the crowd, grinning smugly. He points at Teo and mouths the word “Hero?” before laughing condescendingly. Finally he places his boot over Teo’s chest, technically pinning the prone luchador.
No! Teo barely manages to put up a show of resistance, rolling over! Despite the pain the match has inflicted on him, he manages to dig deep and barely roll his shoulder over.
David grabs Teo, frustrated that he was able to kick out, but he looks at Sammantha with a passionate gaze, and smiles as she gives a double thumbs down. He props Teo up in the corner, on the garbage can lid, and stands in the opposite corner. With one final evil grin, he sprints across the ring and connects with Medusa’s kiss on the garbage can lid! Teo falls to the ground in a heap, and this time David wastes no time in making the cover.
Gravedigger: Finally Del Sol stays down! That crazy luchador doesn’t know when to quit!
Sanchez rolls over in relief, still clearly shaken from the effects of the match as he is helped to his feet by the woman. Blood pours from him and the wounds, pain sears every inch of his body, but he is victorious. The crowd alternates between cheers for the violence of the match and boos for its outcome.
Zach Davis: David may have won, but I guarantee you he’ll think twice before he messes with a WCF fan again.
Freddy Whoa: The effects of this match on both men are clear, they’ll probably be in the same wing of the local hospital.
In the ring, Teo makes it to his feet, and the audience offers appreciative rounds of applause. He then turns towards the ramp, where David is posing in victory, and begins clapping his hands. As he does, the audience’s boos turn to chants of “WCF!” Soaking in the praise for their performance and the loathing of the audience David pulls his wife towards him in a rough embrace, the two patrons of clan Sanchez sharing a kiss of pornographic standard. Satisfied now that his efforts have been rewarded David tears his lips from those of Lady Knives as she lifts his hand in victory. As he looks back into the ring to where Teo is applauding he gives a single nod of the head, suggesting that he respects the effort his opponent has displayed but is too proud to applaud.
The cameras open up inside a building somewhere outside the arenas location that perhaps has nothing to do with WCF. On the front door, a sign reads, "Little Weiners'.
Zach Davis: Wasn't that the unofficial fanclub for the Hotdog Kings?
Gravedigger: Yes it was, Zach. I would know. I know everything about WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Who was the first black wrestler in WCF history?
Digger pretends his headset went out. Back in the Little Weiners camp, a group of unknowns - unknown to the world of WCF - gather around a small table covered with hotdogs.
Cooper: We goin' let that gat dang lady get away with this?
Blue: I know. I'm just as angry as you, Coop. In case some of you haven't heard...
The others perk their ears up.
Blue: Michelle Obama is working to put in place a ban on hotdogs from school lunches.
Cooper: Gat damn travesty!
David: Is there reason we're even still here?
Cooper: What ya' mean, boy?
David: The Hotdog Kings broke up like... five months ago.
Blue: Zach Davis founded the Little Weiners, and he buys us free hotdogs so the fan club has kind of stayed open.
Cooper: Zach Davis, gat damn Lord and Savior.
Davis chimes in on commentary over the camera feed.
Zach Davis: I loved the Hotdog Kings...
Cooper: So what we fixin' to do about this Obama lady?
David: Oh, she's a lady alright.
Blue: The first lady.
Cooper: Don't give a gat damn. We got ourselves a serious problem if she running around like a gat dang gunslinger firing off gat dang bitch bullets and banning gat dang hotdogs in public schools!
Blue: I know.
David: Is there a solution to this?
Blue: I think so. Who is WCF's largest demographic?
David: Teens. Kids. People who watch the program.
Cooper: When you get so gat dang smart, Dave?
Blue: The Hotdog Kings were naturally loved by everyone. During their run hotdog sales spiked not just in the States, but worldwide.
David: So you're saying to end Michelle's new lunch program that cuts hotdogs out of school diets - that if the demand for hotdogs were higher, she'd be cutting jobs by outlawing hotdogs and thus have no choice but to bring them back.
Cooper: Only one problem with that there solution, boy.
They collectively share the same expression of understanding. An understanding that simply reuniting the Hotdog Kings couldn't be done over night. Logan nor Mayhem were nowhere to be found in WCF hallways, and besides... the pair hated each other.
Gravedigger: Well, my headset is back on. Huh. Interesting segment?
Zach Davis: Everyone knows that once Torture arrived back on the scene, Logan ran for the kills. Nine years ago Torture gave Logan the defeat that broke his spirit once and for all. Torture vs Logan created Ultimate Showdown, that match solidified this as one of the biggest WCF PPVs of the year.
Freddy Whoa: Truly historic. But you're right, that loss to Torture sent Logan into a spiral - turning him into the fat, hot dog loving slob he eventually became. Hell, Torture ran Marc Mayhem out of WCF too!
Gravedigger: These idiot fans loved the Hotdog Kings, though, and it looks like SOMEONE wants those two back. Too bad it isn't going to happen.
Zach Davis: You may be right. Logan's WCF career went out not with a bang, but with a wimper. All thanks to Torture nine years ago. But let's move on.
Kyle Steel: The following is scheduled for one fall and it is a devil’s den match!
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Comin' Up" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Zach Davis: It’s time! We are about to see history unfold here!
Freddy Whoa: America! Australia! Japan! It doesn’t matter what country we’re in! If there’s one thing the world loves, it’s a grudge match!
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage. "The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion and swipes them downward away from his body. He then charges down to the ring, vaulting quickly in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at 210 pounds, Kyle Kemp!
The crowd begins to boo heavily while Kyle Kemp leans back, smirking at both Spencer and the crowd.
Kyle Steel: His opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds, “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!
Crowd: AN-TUH-DOTE! AN-TUH-DOTE! AN-TUH-DOTE!
The cage begins it’s descent as Kyle Steel steps out of the ring and the two men stare each other down, waiting for the bell.
Gravedigger: There are weapons covering ringside. No doubt in my mind that these two destroy each other with them.
Officials secure the cage as we get the bell and this one is under way.
DING DING DING!!
Zach Davis: Both men going right for it as they tie up here!
Kemp quickly spins behind Spencer, going for the roll up.
Spencer quickly kicks out, rising to his feet and giving Kemp the finger wag.
Freddy Whoa: A little reference to last week there.
Zach Davis: Kemp going for the easy win this early and you have to think it’s because he doesn’t want any part of what’s around him!
The two tie up again and Kemp quickly applies a headlock on Adams.
Gravedigger: Spencer quickly slipping his way out of that one!
Kemp goes for the irish whip, sending Spencer towards the barbed wire.
Freddy Whoa: Adams leaping over it and clinging to the cage wall!
Gravedigger: Kemp going after him now!
As Kemp goes after Spencer, he is met by several short kicks to the face, knocking him down to his knees.
Zach Davis: What is Adams looking to do here?!
Freddy Whoa: He goes for the crossbody!
Zach Davis: KEMP REVERSES IT WITH A SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!!!
Gravedigger: YOU KNOW THAT HAD TO KNOCK THE WIND OUT OF SPENCER ADAMS!
Kemp stands, taunting Spencer.
Zach Davis: He’s sizing him up!
Gravedigger: BACK TO THE MINORS!
Freddy Whoa: Adams counters!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! FLAPJACK RIGHT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!
Gravedigger: KEMP LANDING GUT FIRST ON THAT BARBED WIRE ROPE!
Freddy Whoa: You have to wonder if that was maybe Spencer taunting Kemp with a variation of one of his signature moves!
Kemp doubles over in pain, crashing to the mat as Spencer opens one of the cage doors and slides out.
Zach Davis: What is Adams thinking of here?
Spencer smiles at the crowd before picking up a steel chair and a burlap sack and sliding them under the bottom rope and reentering the ring. He lifts up the sack, pouring thumb tacks out and spreading them around.
Freddy Whoa: Oh shit! You know what happens next!
Spencer pulls up Kemp who begins fighting back with strikes to the head. The two begin trading blows.
Gravedigger: Adams gaining the upper hand now.
Spencer gains the upper hand and attempts to DDT Kemp onto the tacks.
Zach Davis: Kemp quickly avoiding that one!
Kemp slides under the bottom rope and out through a cage door, grabbing at his bloodied midsection as the crowd boos. Spencer turns to the crowd, raising his hands to signal for them to make some noise.
Crowd: SPENCER’S BITCH! SPENCER’S BITCH!
Kemp yells at the crowd and taunts Adams.
Gravedigger: Looks like Adams is ready to go out after him!
Adams slights out under the bottom rope again and Kemp immediately starts hammering away at him.
Freddy Whoa: Adams brought down to his knees!
Zach Davis: And Kemp throwing him hard into the barricade!
Kemp continues to taunt Spencer as he pulls a kendo stick out of one of the nearby trashcans.
Gravedigger: Kemp looks ready to inflict some punishment!
Kemp draws back and starts wailing on Spencer with the kendo stick, hitting him with hard shots across the back.
Zach Davis: He just broke it in half!
Freddy Whoa: Some serious damage being done early on here and look at the welts on Spencer’s back!
Kemp picks Spencer up, wrapping his arms around the midsection and repeatedly driving him into the outside of the cage.
Gravedigger: Kemp really doing his best here to slow Spencer down a bit.
Spencer drops down and grabs his back in pain as Kemp continues his assault by stomping away at him.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp pulling Spencer to his feet now.
Zach Davis: And big haymakers now from Kyle Kemp!
Kemp goes to irish whip Spencer into the barricade again, but Spencer braces himself to prevent it. Kemp tries to irish whip again, but Spencer continues to fight it and pulls him towards him, hitting a hard clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Nice reversal by Adams!
Spencer reaches for the cage, using it to pull himself to his feet. He opens the closest door and rolls Kemp pack into the ring.
Zach Davis: Spencer rolls in and begins stomping away at Kemp now!
Gravedigger: Spencer climbing up to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp charging after him to stop it! Nice save by Kemp there!
Kemp looks at the pile of tacks and smirks. He hooks his arm around Spencer, pulling him from the turnbuckle and suplexing him hard to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: SPENCER SENT RIGHT ONTO THE TACKS!
Zach Davis: Kemp goes for the cover!
Gravedigger: How the hell did he manage to kick out of that one?!
Kemp pounds the mat in frustration as he argues with the ref.
Zach Davis: Adams trying to get to his feet.
Kemp grits his teeth and moves back to the corner, sizing Adams up.
Gravedigger: Kemp sizing him up again!
Zach Davis: Adams reverses!
Freddy Whoa: BACK BODY DROP ON THE TACKS!
Kemps screams out as Adams goes for the cover.
Spencer staggers to his feet, tacks falling from his back. He rolls out, throwing a plethora of weapons into the ring before going back in.
Zach Davis: Spencer stomping away once again.
Spencer grabs a table, wedging it between the ropes and the cage.
Gravedigger: This can’t end well!
He pulls Kemp up and onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Spencer may be going for the vaccine!
Kemp gets out of it by elbowing Spencer in the head and sliding behind him.
The two wobble for a bit before Spencer turns around.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR FROM KEMP SENDING SPENCER RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!
Gravedigger: That took quite a toll on both men!
Zach Davis: Kemp looks to be busted open pretty bad after diving head first into that barbed wire!
Freddy Whoa: Both men are out as they lay tangled in those barbed wire ropes!
Kemp rolls away from the wreckage as Spencer nudges one of the doors open and pulls his body to the outside. Spencer grips the cage, barely pulling himself up and stumbling around ringside. He manages to gain his balance and walks around the outside and picks up an unlabeled container.
Zach Davis: Spencer appears to be plotting something big here!
Spencer smiles at the crowd and walks over to clear the announcer’s table, proceeding to pour it all over the table before tossing the can aside as he looks over towards Kemp.
Gravedigger: And Kemp rolls back out as well.
Freddy Whoa: Both of these guys are looking pretty messed up here and are struggling just to limp around at this point!
Kemp makes his way to Spencer as the two continue to brawl in front of the announcer’s table, throwing jabs left and right.
Zach Davis: Some big rights from Kemp as Adams just taunt him and begs him for more!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp with a dropkick and Spencer goes down!
Kemp grabs a nearby trash can, emptying it out and pulling out a few light tubes. He wedges them through the holes in the side of the cage, leaving them protruding outward.
Zach Davis: What’s Kemp gonna do here?!
He pulls Spencer to his feet and lifts him up.
Gravedigger: Suplex from Kemp!
Zach Davis: No! Spencer manages to land on his feet!
Spencer turns around and bends over as he grabs at his gut.
Zach Davis: Holy shit!
Freddy Whoa: KEMP JUST DROPPED ADAMS WITH A FAMEASSER ON THE LIGHT TUBES!!! SPENCER HAS TO BE OUT!!!
Zach Davis: KYLE KEMP JUST ANNIHILATED SPENCER ADAMS!
Both men do their best to crawl to their feet, but stumble significantly while blood pours from their foreheads.
Gravedigger: They just barely manage to pull themselves up!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know how much more these two can endure!
Zach Davis: Spencer climbing the cage now!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp now going up after him!
The two continue to brawl back and forth as they scale the cage.
Zach Davis: Spencer kicking away at Kemp, trying to distance himself.
Gravedigger: Kemp still managing to hold on.
Spencer gets to the top and uses one of the cables to gain balance. He bends down to reach into his boot as he pulls out a book of matches. The announcers get up, quickly moving out of harm’s way as Spencer lights a match and tosses it onto the table below.
Zach Davis: OH SHIT! HE CAN’T DO THIS!
Gravedigger: Kemp gaining his balance now as these two continue to trade blows!
Kemp tries to throw Adams off, but Adams clings to the cable.
Zach Davis: Adams lifts him up! This is dangerous territory!
Commentary backs up as Spencer secures Kemp on his shoulders and takes a quick glance to the flaming table below.
Freddy Whoa: ADAMS WITH THE SAMOAN DROP THROUGH THE BROADCAST TABLE!
Zach Davis: WE MIGHT NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE! THINGS DO NOT LOOK GOOD!
Ringside officials quickly extinguish the flames as Kemp and Spencer remain laid out cold.
Gravedigger: Adams has to be bat shit crazy to do something like that!
Medics rush from the back with stretchers for the two men.
Zach Davis: Looks like this one might come to an early stop!
The medics lift the two men onto stretchers before carting them up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a match, but I think they are making the right call by getting these two out of there!
Gravedigger: What the hell is Adams doing?!
Spencer pushes himself up off the stretcher and makes a run for Kyle Kemp.
Zach Davis: This match may continue after all!
Spencer pulls Kemp off the stretcher and drags him back towards the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer isn’t done with Kemp yet!
He rolls Kemp back into the cage before sliding in himself.
Zach Davis: The action brought back to the ring as Spencer may be ready to finish things off here!
Adams goes to lift up Kemp, but Kemp blocks it and hits some hard chops to Spencer’s chest.
Gravedigger: Kemp lifts Adams up now!
Freddy Whoa: Solid scoop slam from Kyle Kemp!
Zach Davis: Kemp goes for the cover!
Kemp picks up a chair and begins smacking it against the cage in frustration.
Freddy Whoa: Adams still hanging in there and Kemp is definitely not happy right now!
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams is wobbling a bit but still manages to get to his feet!
Gravedigger: Kemp goes for the chair shot to the back!
Freddy Whoa: PELE KICK! ADAMS REVERSES IT AND SENDS THAT STEEL CHAIR RIGHT BACK AT KEMP!
Kemp falls back against the corner.
Gravedigger: Adams running at Kemp!
Zach Davis: Monkey flip from Adams!
Freddy Whoa: He climbs to the top turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: QUARANTINE!
Kemp goes for the clothesline to reverse it, but Adams sees it and manages to duck it.
Gravedigger: Kemp charging at Adams!
Zach Davis: Adams catches him! Adams has Kemp up on his shoulders!
Freddy Whoa: VACCINE ON THE TACKS!
Zach Davis: What a match! Adams manages to survive the devil’s den and picks up a big win here over Kyle Kemp!
Spencer gets to his feet, slowly backing away as the cage begins to lift up. He applauds Kemp who looks up in frustration.
Freddy Whoa: An instant classic from these two here tonight!
Backstage, Seth Lerch and Jonny Fly are in the lockerroom. Seth is wearing jeans and a hoodie, hopping up and down, his head down, getting hyped. Fly's hands are on his shoulders.
Jonny Fly: SETH! Seth.
Seth puts his head up, looking into Fly's eyes.
Jonny Fly: You're my boy, Seth. You can do this. Jeff Purse ain't nothin'. Say it.
Seth Lerch: JEFF PURSE AIN'T NOTHIN'!
Jonny Fly: You're going to kill him, Seth. Kill him. Imperium is, as of tonight, officially dead. That nobody Joey Flash is a non-entity. The DRG are still pussy-footing around with Titles so worthless it doesn't even get them into Showdown. You cut off Pantheon's head, and in the main event, I single handedly destroy their body. It starts with you, Seth.
Seth Lerch: Everyone has been thinking that the so-called stable wars of 2015 would be ending in October, that we'd be going to Hellimination. They're wrong. The Stable Wars end tonight, Fly, with you and me. Imperium is dead, The DRG is irrelevant, and in a very short amount of time... Pantheon is, once and for all, finished.
Seth and Fly fist pound.
Seth Lerch: I got this.
Seth walks out of the locker room as Fly prepares for his main event match.
"Survival" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"This is survival of the fittest
A pyro goes off and up through the stage, Jeff Purse comes flying.
Zach Davis: Kari is not in attendance here tonight guys, she couldn’t make the flight being too far along pregnant I guess.
Gravedigger: How pregnant is she?
Freddy Whoa: Enough, I supposes. Wait, is that Seth?
Sure enough Seth decides to take advantage and fast, as Jeff is walking down the ramp to the ring, Seth runs down the ramp with a baseball bat and takes a swing at Jeff’s back, sending him to the ground. Seth strikes Jeff a few more times with the bat before holding the bat to the sky to the audience booing. He just smiles and jams it down into Jeff’s gut, cause Jeff to go fetal.
Zach Davis: Uncool. We saw Fly hyping Seth up for this, and it seems like Seth took the message to heart.
Gravedigger: Seth is smart. Seth isn’t a wrestler, and while he can hold his own, this is his way of making things much more even. Especially when he's got to have Joey Flash on his mind. I give it my Gravedigger seal of approval.
Seth kicks Jeff in the mid-section a couple of times before throwing the bat down on Jeff. He picks Jeff up and whips him into the steel barricade around the ramp. Jeff hits with a thud, as the crowd continues to boo. Seth picks the bat back up, takes a swing at Jeff’s mid-section, a sickening SMACK echoes through the arena as Jeff falls to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. He could have broken Jeff’s ribs there!
Gravedigger: Let’s hope.
Seth stomps on Jeff’s mid-section a number of times before the referee finally tries to break it up. He pleads with Seth to take it to the ring, but Seth grabs the ref’s face and pushes him back. He picks Jeff up again and begins delivering lefts and rights as Jeff just takes the impact. Seth whips Jeff toward the ring, where he hits the ring and leans on the apron. Seth comes charging with the baseball bat, hitting Jeff in the ribs again. Jeff falls to his knees, holding his side.
Zach Davis: Again, we have to remember the Joey Flash factor here. Does Seth have a plan? Can he give it his all against Purse knowing that Joey Flash has promised to end the beef between them once and for all?
Seth goes under the ring and produces a fifth of Bacardi 151, some of the crowd pops a little for this, but for the most part, most of the audience boo’s. Seth chugs some of it, holding it in his mouth, and smashes the bottle over Jeff Purse’s head, busting him open, sending booze and glass everywhere. He quickly spits the booze out in Jeff’s face, who winces at the alcohol hitting his open head cut.
Freddy Whoa: That has got to sting. Seth Lerch trying to take Jeff Purse out completely here.
Gravedigger: And he is doing a pretty damn good job of it. I should have done this when I faced him.
Seth quickly picks Jeff up and throws him into the ring steps. Jeff hits with a loud thud as he crashes through them. Seth begins situating the steps and grabs Jeff, getting up on one of the sets of stais, the other laying in front of them, Seth positions Jeff for a powerbomb…BUT NO! Jeff stands up, reversing it, and sending Seth crashing down on the other set of steps. Seth hits hard, the audience loses their minds.
Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE SHOWS LIFE!!!
Gravedigger: Has this match even officially started yet?
Freddy Whoa: No.
Seth gets up quicker than Jeff, because of the lack of punishment Seth has taken at this point, and goes over to Jeff, grabbing his baseball bat on the way over. Jeff is pulling himself up on the barricade, and Seth swings for the fences, hitting Jeff over the head with the bat, breaking it into three pieces that dangerously fly out into the audience. Jeff is covered in blood and flies into the front row, over the barricade, landing on some fan’s laps.
Freddy Whoa: SETH JUST KILLED JEFF PURSE!!
Zach Davis: We need a paramedic out here, this is ridiculous.
Gravedigger: …I think a piece of that bat hit an old lady…
Seth crawls over the barricade like a child, falling onto the ground on the other side, as the fans get up and move out of the way, Jeff Purse is picked up by Seth Lerch. Seth lets him go, and Jeff falls over onto the barricade. He doesn’t seem to even be awake. Seth grabs him and powerbombs him on the cement. Another loud smack, and Jeff Purse has to be dead. Seth grabs Jeff and throws him over the barricade, slowly climbing back over, falling down to the mat below. He goes under the ring and grabs a chair. Without wasting time, he slams the chair onto Jeff’s back, who barely flinches, due to the fact that he is probably knocked out. Seth picks Jeff up and rolls him into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Finally.
Zach Davis: The bell won’t sound until both competitors are in the ring.
Seth things about it and instead of rolling in the ring, he taunts the audience. He pretends like he is going to roll in the ring, and then doesn’t. He walks over to a kid who has a pair of Jeff Purse aviator sunglasses and rips them off of the childs face. He throws them on the ground and stomps on them, breaking them into pieces. The kid cries and Seth just laughs in his face. What a dick. BUT WAIT, Jeff Purse begins pulling himself up on the turnbuckle. Seth is unaware. He is mocking the audience, making fun of children, being an overall dick. Jeff is now on his feet, Seth still is unaware. Jeff, covered in blood, out of breath, probably has a couple broken ribs, charges at the ropes across from him. Seth turns just in time to see Jeff Purse run up the ropes, flip in mid-air, and hit a shooting star press suicide dive, landing right on Seth.
CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Gravedigger: This match still has yet to begin.
Zach Davis: THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! JEFF PURSE WAS PRESUMABLY DEAD!!!
Freddy Whoa: I know I say this too much…but WHOA!!
Both Seth and Jeff get up right around the same time. Jeff looks at Seth, and Seth looks a Jeff, very wide eyed. Seth begins to run toward the ring, and Jeff runs after him. Seth runs around the ring, Jeff slides in and runs to the other side, rolling out right in front of Seth. Seth stops and turns, running himself right into the other set of ring steps. He holds on to his knee and grabs the ref, trying to make the ref stop the match. Jeff, blood pouring down his face isn’t falling for it. However, the stall is long enough, as Jonny Fly comes running in from the back. Jeff doesn’t notice, he is focused on Seth.
Zach Davis: LOOK OUT JEFF!!
Gravedigger: Now its going to get interesting.
Freddy Whoa: And what about Seth's insurance policy, Jonny Fly?
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has Ultimate Showdown to prepare for, I don't think we'll be seeing him out here. Plus, I kinda think he might be a little afraid of Jeff Purse.
Right before Jonny gets to Jeff, COREY BLACK FROM THE FRONT ROW, he swings an elbow toward Jonny Fly, but Jonny ducks it and runs the other direction. Corey gives chase. Jeff turns and see’s them running off, but this was enough time for Seth to dive forward and punch Jeff square in the crotch. Jeff falls to his knees as Seth stands up, looking triumphant. He grabs a chair, looking to officially end this. He swings the chair over his head, BUT JEFF JUMPS FORWARD AND PUNCHES SETH IN THE CROTCH!!! Seth drops the chair and falls to the ground.
Gravedigger: That’s bullshit. You can’t just go around punching people in the dick!
Zach Davis: Well, Seth did it first.
Gravedigger: So? What are we, barbarians Davis? That’s bullshit.
Freddy Whoa: Eye for an eye Graves, eye for an eye.
Gravedigger: Dick punch for a dick punch is what you mean, and that’s bullshit.
Now Jeff stands and picks up the chair. He looks down on Seth, who is on his knees holding onto his crotch. Jeff winds back and brings the chair down hard on Seth’s head. Seth slumps to the ground, bloody. Jeff picks Seth up and rolls him in the ring, finally rolling in the ring himself. The bell rings, and this match is officially underway. Jeff picks Seth up and drops him right back down with a quick DDT. Jeff jumps up on to the turnbuckle, Seth pulls himself to his feet, Jeff flies off, looking for a dropkick off the top. He connects and Seth Lerch tumbles over the top rope. Jeff wastes no time getting out onto the apron and moonsaulting onto Seth Lerch. He pulls Seth around to the other side of the ring where the announce table is, and sets Seth up on the table.
Gravedigger: You can’t do this you piece of SHIT!
Jeff spits at Gravedigger and then runs over to the turnbuckle. He gets up pretty fast, and jumps…THE ONE AND ONLY!!!! DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT!!! But Gravedigger pushes Seth off the table, and Jeff crashes through by himself, further breaking him from the punishment he took before. Gravedigger returns the favor, and spits on Jeff who is now lying motionless in the tables rubble. Gravedigger then rolls Seth into the ring, then rolls Jeff in.
Zach Davis: Real classy Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: That’s what that bitch gets for spitting at me.
Seth makes the cover.
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT!!! JEFF PURSE KICKS OUT!!!
Gravedigger: Damn it.
Zach Davis: Say what you want about Jeff Purse…but nobody has as much heart as this man.
Seth slams his hand down on the mat. He picks up Jeff and sets him up for the Crucifix Powerbomb. He picks Jeff up, but Jeff slips down behind Seth. Quickly, before Seth could even realize what happened, Jeff jumps up…
Zach Davis: ARMAGEDDON!!!
Freddy Whoa: Jeff Purse hits that inverted Huricanrana.
Jeff is still down though, so he can’t quite capitalize…Seth lays in the middle of the ring. Jeff pulls himself up using the turnbuckle, at the same time Seth begins stirring. Jeff begins stomping his foot on the ground…
Gravedigger: Son of a bitch!
Freddy Whoa: The Spoke is coming!
Seth gets up and turns to face Jeff…
Gravedigger: GET OUT HERE JONNY!
Jeff springs forward and cracks Seth underneath the chin, sending him flying backward. Jeff jumps up on the turnbuckle…
Zach Davis: JEFF HITS THE DEFLATOR!!!
Freddy Whoa: ITS OVER!!
The bell sounds as Jeff stands and throws his hands in the air. The ref raises his arms as the crowd goes fucking crazy. Jeff picks Seth up and throws him out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What a brutal match!
Zach Davis: Seth tried taking Jeff out early, but couldn’t get the job done.
Jeff celebrates in the ring to a screaming crowd.
Crowd: PURSE COME BACK!!! PURSE COME BACK!!! PURSE COME BACK!!!
Jeff turns to Seth who is yelling outside the ring. He shakes his head and flips Seth off, the audience loses their shit. He turns back to the crowd and raises his arms again in victory.
Seth is quickly flanked by about twenty security guards. Two of them lift him into the air as the theme to Bodyguard plays.
Freddy Whoa: What is this?
Seth Lerch: JOEY FLASH! YOU HEAR ME?
The crowd buzzes.
Seth Lerch: I've got twenty bodyguards here! YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!
Seth laughs into his mic.
Seth Lerch: AND IIIII... WILL ALWAYS.. LOVE YOUUUUU!!!
Seth sings to the Bodyguard theme as his group of guards take him to the back.
Zach Davis: Was he drunk?
Gravedigger: Possibly. Or Jeff Purse just scrambled his brains, whichever.
Gravedigger: That match was one crazy ass showdown.
Freddy Whoa: Was that a pun?
Gravedigger: Fuck your puns.
Freddy Whoa: Um okay.
Zach Davis: Moving on, up next we have...wait what's this? Something is happening?
The camera shot cuts to the entry way where we see Raymond Hatcher in a black WCF t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts and his wrestling boots still on. Hatcher is carrying a microphone in one hand and dragging behind him...Buddy Roman. Roman's suit looks half shredded and his face is all bloody, he's fighting Hatcher, but Hatcher is just muscling him around like a dad with a toddler having a tantrum.
Gravedigger: What in the fuck is this?
Zach Davis: I'm not sure what's going on folks, but it appears that Raymond Hatcher has done a number on Buddy Roman.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but why is he bringing him out here.
Zach Davis: Good question.
Hatcher tosses Roman into the ring. Buddy Roman immediately scrambles to the other side of the ring to escape, but Hatcher swoops into the ring quickly and grabs Roman before he can get a away. Hatcher drags Roman back to the center of the ring. Roman continues to squirm, but Hatcher puts a stop to it with a big kick to the side of the head. Roman writhes in pain, and Hatcher stands on his neck tie to prevent him from leaving. Hatcher lifts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
Raymond Hatcher: ----
Hatcher's lips are moving, but we can't hear anything, it takes but a moment for Hatcher to realize his microphone is not on. He starts tapping the top of it until finally it comes on causing a thumbing sound to echo through the dome.
Raymond Hatcher: So, Joey Flash, you wanted to take something important away from me. You wanted to squandered my chance to be World Champion in some futile attempt to piss Dune off. Well what you’ve really done is pissed me off. You took something I care about and flushed it down the train. You destroyed it, tore it up into little pieces and left it lying on the floor, well, that’s what I’m going to do to Buddy Roman if you don’t get your ass out here right now. I’m going to break this stupid chump’s neck.
With Hatcher standing on his tie, Buddy starts swinging his fists at Hatcher’s legs. Hatcher steps off the tie, leans back and smacks Buddy fight in the face with the point of his boot. Buddy falls back on the mat motionless.
Raymond Hatcher: Damn it, Joey, get your ass out here before I do more damage.
Hatcher paces back and forth in the ring waiting for Joey to appear.
Zach Davis: Hatcher is calling out Joey Flash here, but I don’t see any sign of him.
Freddy Whoa: He better get out here, Raymond Hatcher looks deadly serious.
Raymond Hatcher: Come on, Joey!
Raymond Hatcher continues to pace for several moments with no sign of Flash.
Raymond Hatcher: Fine, have it your way.
Raymond Hatcher drops the mic and walks over to a corner, he heads through the ropes and then climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: I think I know what he has in mind here.
Gravedigger: I think we all do.
Raymond leaps off the top rope and hits his flying head butt, the Nowhere To Go But Up.
Zach Davis: And there is it the Nowhere To Go But Up.
Freddy Whoa: As if Buddy wasn’t already knocked silly he’s been planted with one of the most devastating head butts in the business
Hatcher really hit it hard, he’s holding his own head for a moment as he gets up to his feet and once again grabs the microphone.
Raymond Hatcher: You see what you made me do, Joey. Do you see now? Get your ass out here before I break his neck.
Zach Davis: Hatcher is making it clear he is not making idle threats.
Hatcher paces the ring again, but there is clearly no sign of Joey Flash coming down and getting involved. Hatcher throws the mic down again and this time slides out of the ring. Hatcher walks over to the timekeeper area and yells at one of the ring crew to vacate the chair he’s sitting in. Hatcher folds the chair up and brings it into the ring. Buddy Roman has regained consciousness and it trying to crawl away.
Zach Davis: What could Raymond Hatcher be planning time.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like a bit of revenge.
Gravedigger: But Buddy Roman isn’t the one who attacked him.
Freddy Whoa: Guilty by association I guess.
Hatcher puts the chair on the mat and then yanks Buddy Roman up to his feet. BRAIN BUSTER on the chair. The sound of Buddy’s head hitting the metal echoes like a shotgun through the arena.
Gravedigger: Holy fuck!
Zach Davis: Dear Lord I think he killed him.
The crowd is a bit stunned in silence. Buddy Roman is completely motionless on the mat as Hatcher climbs back to his feet. He walks over calmly and grabs the mic off the mat.
Raymond Hatcher: That was your fault, Joey. This was all your fault. If he never walks again, you’ll know who to blame. And this won’t stop here. You better get your balls back from Celeste and meet me in the middle of this ring or I’ll go through your entire fucking clique one by one. Joey this is only the beginning.
Hatcher tosses the microphone down and slides out of the ring as attendants immediately come to the aid of Buddy Roman. Hatcher heads up entry way, attendants cautiously pass him on their way to the ring.
Zach Davis: Folks, this is serious here, Buddy Roman could have been permanently injured.
Ultimate Showdown Match
Zach Davis: And now... it is time for our main event.
Freddy Whoa: The Ultimate Showdown of the Champions of WCF. Men that have fought tooth and nail to keep their belts since they won them for a chance to get here - to Ultimate Showdown. And a chance at big gold, the WCF World Title.
Gravedigger: The nine most elite competitors not just in WCF, but in all of our sport. The nine best. Any one of these men can be World Champion, guys. Anyone in this match can win it.
Zach Davis: But only one will.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Kyle Steel: ENTERING FIRST... HE IS A FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE ORIGINAL PANTHEON... HE IS A FORMER MULTI TIME WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... HE IS JONNNNNNNNNNNY FLYYYYYYYYY!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘The Most Dominant Wrestler in WCF History.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the canvas. He stops and takes a few moment to prepare himself before finally sliding into the ring.
The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead. Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused look. The titanron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Entering next, he represents the DRG.... He is a former Television Champion... He is THOMAAAAASSS URRIIEEELLL BAAAAAATTTEEEESSSSS!!!
As Bates arrives to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates walks around the ring before turning his attention to the ramp with an intense look.
"Over and Under" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia... He is a former Hardcore Champion... HE IS.. JAY OMEGA!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
As the lights in the arena go out, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage.
Kyle Steel: Next, he is a former United States Champion. He also represents the DRG of WCF, he is MIIIIKEY EEXXTTRREEEMMMEEE!!
Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent/the stage where Mikey's opponent will be entering from.
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.
Alex 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 the Internet Championship over his left shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... He is a former People's and Tag Team Champion... HE IS THE CURRENT AND REIGNING INTERNET CHAMPION.. "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
The house lights die. Cawing crows echo throughout the arena, deep blue and purple spotlights dance across the screaming faces of loyal fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. There's a moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:
“A Murder of Crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kicks in. As the melancholic chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; Kick! Wham! Stunner!...The unworthy fall victim before The Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories. A moment later, The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by red smoke and light.
Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "The Scarecrow", are emblazoned across the back in dark grey.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds! From The Lost Highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING PEOPLE'S CHAMPION, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle.
“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”
The Scarecrow saunters over the top rope and enters the ring. Crow removes his hoodie and throws it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post now and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and all the baddest of poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their ballsack and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!
Zach Davis: Uh..
No one comes out.
Freddy Whoa: Remember what Joey Flash said earlier? He said Kaz Mazy was gone.
The audience begins to boo.
Gravedigger: At one point since Kaz held two belts Seth was an idiot and thought this match would have ten men. But now Kaz isn't coming out. Has Kaz forced this match down to eight?
The crowd chants.
Crowd: GOD-SON! GOD-SON! GOD-SON!
Gravedigger: Bobby Cairo walked away from WCF... is Kaz Mazy doing the same?
breakdown by biohazard hits.
Crowd: BIO-HAZARD! BIO-HAZARD!
Kyle Steel: Entering the ring next, apparently replacing Kaz Mazy... HE IS ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS WITH TYLER WALKER... HE IS BIOHAZARD!!!
Biohazard storms the ring as everyone in the ring laughs at him
Zach Davis: I don't... just.. what?
The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of a oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as the emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.
Kyle Steel: Entering the ring next.. He is the TELEVISION CHAMPION... He is HOWAARRDD BBLLAACCKK!!
He makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, ignoring the fans as he advances. Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He stalks the ring in a calculated manner, eyeing his opponent with a sneer of contempt and rage. He retreats to his corner, takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match.
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds... He is a former Internet Champion... HE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING AND DEFENDING WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.. HE.. IS.. DUUUUUUUNE!
Dune slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center. He grabs the collar of his tactical vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his vest and dropping it outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Here.. we.. go.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Biohazard steps towards Alex Richards and pushes him in the chest. Then Scarecrow. Then Omega. The Pantheon boys are standing unified in one corner of the ring and Biohazard appears to be talking trash. The three Pantheon members look at each other... as Biohazard shakes his head "No" and begins to remove his mask.
Gravedigger: HERE WE GO!
Zach Davis: WHO'S IT GONNA BE?!
Biohazard takes off his mask to reveal... a bruised and battered Seth Lerch.
Freddy Whoa: ...
Zach Davis: BIOHAZARD IS SETH LERCH!? THAT CAN'T BE!
Immediately, Scarecrow, Richards, and Omega Superkick Seth right in the face.
Omega drops down and pins Seth as Scarecrow and Richards stop a dumbfounded Jonny Fly from interfering.
Zach Davis: I don't know what the fuck he was doing here besides trolling us, but Seth Lerch has been eliminated!
Freddy Whoa: A poor substitution for Kaz Mazy, THAT'S for sure.
Seth immediately rolls out of the ring.. but Jonny Fly is livid.
Gravedigger: BAM! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO RICHARDS!
Zach Davis: DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO SCARECROW!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! AND A PIMP SLAP TO JAY OMEGA!
Omega goes down and Fly goes for the pin.
NO!, Omega kicks out immediately.
Gravedigger: SHADES OF STEVE ORBIT!
Freddy Whoa: All hell has broken loose here!
Dune and Howard Black immediately run at Thomas Uriel Bates and Mikey eXtreme. Dune Clotheslines Bates down as Black takes down eXtreme with a Clothesline as well. Both DRG members stumble up as both Sentinels run at them and Clothesline them out of the ring!
Zach Davis: THERE GO THE DARK RIDERS!
Dune and Black turn, only to be face to face with Jonny Fly. Dune and Black link hands and run at Fly, who ducks them. The two turn and JONNY FLY SPEARS THEM BOTH!
Gravedigger: JONNY FLY IS ON FIRE! FUELED BY THE RAGE OF SEEING SETH LERCH HURT!
Freddy Whoa: Or he just selfishly wants to win the match? Whatever you say though dude.
Fly picks up Dune and points at himself, yelling I'M THE REAL WORLD CHAMPION! I'M ALWAYS THE WORLD CHAMPION! Fly casually tosses Dune out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly, cocky to the last.
But no!, as Fly goes to toss Dune, Dune reverses it and tosses Fly out of the ring instead! Fly lands on the apron and motions for Dune to bring it. Dune runs at Fly and Fly fires off a stiff European Uppercut. Dune stumbles away and Fly Springboards, hitting him with a Clothesline! Fly goes for the pin.
Gravedigger: ONE! TWO!
No!, Black breaks it up. Black lifts Fly up but is immediately grabbed from behind by Jay Omega. Omega spins Black around and hits several stiff martial arts kicks before dropping him with a Spinning Heel Kick. Fly grabs Omega and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Omega reverses that and sends Fly into the corner instead. Fly hits the corner and Omega runs at him...
Freddy Whoa: SPLASH!
Fly stumbles out of the corner and flops to the mat. Dune runs at Omega and tackles him down but is quickly pulled off by Scarecrow and Richards. The two men hold the World Champion from behind as Omega hits him with several jabs.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch claimed that the stable wars were ending tonight, but we've got the three Pantheon members facing off against the Sentinels and the DRG. Jonny Fly is the only unaffiliated man in this match!
Gravedigger: Oh he's affiliated, Zach. He's affiliated with Seth Lerch, the only affiliation that matters.
Crow and Richards shove Dune forward towards Jay Omega, who runs at him and hits a vicious STO! Dune immediately rolls out of the ring... And only Pantheon is left inside of it.
Freddy Whoa: Their goal is to be the World's Mightiest Wrestling Stable, and they're clearly doing that here tonight.
Gravedigger: You don't think the numbers game has anything to do with that?
All three Pantheon members turn as THE DARK RIDERS GANG RE-ENTER! Thomas Uriel Bates and Mikey eXtreme are in the ring! Scarecrow and Richards run at Bates and get a huge Double Clothesline, both men dropping to the mat. Mikey eXtreme runs at Omega and hits him with a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: The DRG have made a career of proving us wrong and they're doing that here again!
Mikey drops down and pins Omega.
NO!, Omega kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: These are the best of the best. No one is going to be able to be pinned very easily, least of all a former Hardcore Champion such as Jay Omega.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega is one of the men in this match without a belt. At this point, with Bio-Seth eliminated, we have only one elimination until we decide our Champions.
Zach Davis: With Kaz gone, we have QUITE a few belts up for grabs. Quite a few men are walking into this match without a belt and leaving with this one.
Freddy Whoa: Pro wrestling is the only sport that the primary conflict is whether or not you have a tool to keep your pants up.
Thomas Uriel Bates and Mikey eXtreme pick Omega up and throw him out of the ring. Scarecrow and Alex Richards are up and run at Bates and eXtreme; Bates Clotheslines down Richards as eXtreme Clotheslines down Scarecrow.
Gravedigger: Interesting dynamic here. Bates and eXtreme have been in the TV and US Title division, while Richards and Crow have DOMINATED the Internet and People's Title divisions. DOMINATED. I've got to assume these dudes are equals.
eXtreme and Bates push their respective opponents out of the ring. Jonny Fly slides back in and runs at them, but they hit Fly with a Linked Clothesline, sending him down. Mikey eXtreme picks up the great Jonny Fly and throws him to Bates; Bates lifts him up in a Gorilla Press... and throws him right out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: WHAT STRENGTH!
Dune is back in the ring and spins Bates around! The two men brawl before Dune goes to throw Bates into the ropes and Bates reverses it, sending Dune in intsead. Dune comes back and Bates drops him with a vicious Spinebuster!
Gravedigger: We've seen Thomas Uriel Bates challenge for the WCF World Heavyweight Title, but never like this. Never in such a huge match. We're seeing a different Bates here tonight, that's for sure.
Bates covers the World Champion.
No!, Dune kicks out. Bates and eXtreme picks Dune up, but Dune shoves them away! He roars and runs at them, Clotheslining them both down. They get back up and Dune focuses his attention on Bates, running at him and executing a Thesz Press... right through the ropes and to the outside!
Freddy Whoa: DAMN!
Mikey eXtreme is up and he turns.. right into three members of Pantheon. Mikey's eyes go wide as he backs up he's in the wrong place at the wrong time. Scarecrow, Alex Richards, and Jay Omega all fire off with their feet.
Zach Davis: TRIOS SUPERKICK!
Three boots smash into Mikey eXtreme's face and his eyes glaze over as he drops to the mat. Jay Omega once again drops down and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: MIKEY EXTREME ELIMINATED!
Mikey rolls out of the ring.
Gravedigger: And there you have it! There goes one of the two Dark Riders in this match.
Zach Davis: The next seven men will be our Champions; the next two men eliminated will fulfill the currently vacant Tag Team Championships.
Freddy Whoa: And can anyone stop Pantheon?
Howard Black enters the ring. His eyes narrow.
Gravedigger: One man wants to try.
Omega runs at Black and goes for a Superkick, but Black ducks it and lifts Omega up into the Electric Chair. Scarecrow and Richards were already running at him, but seeing Omega up, they stop dead in their tracks; Howard Black drops onto his back while driving his knees up onto the stomach of Jay Omega!
Zach Davis: What was THAT?!
Freddy Whoa: I've never seen anything like it before!
Before Black can get to his feet Scarecrow and Richards are on him, stomping away viciously. But Howard Black will not be denied. He starts working his way up, much to Crow and Richards' dismay. The two Pantheon members throw Black to the ropes but he Springboards and takes each of them down with a Clothesline!
Gravedigger: Howard Black! Taking it to Pantheon!
Richards stumbles up.
Zach Davis: GERMAN SUPLEX TO RICHARDS!
Crow stumbles up.
Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX TO SCARECROW!
Jay Omega is up.
Gravedigger: GERMAN SUPLEX TO JAY OMEGA!
NO!, Omega lands on his feet! Omega runs at Black and clubs him to the back of the head. Omega hooks him for a Reverse DDT, but as he lifts Black, Black shifts his weight and lands behind Omega. Black spins Omega around.
Zach Davis: Tree of No Care!
Black drops down and pins Jay Omega.
No!, Omega gets the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: This is the biggest deal of anyone's career, and the falls won't come easy.
Omega stumbles to his feet and Black measures him. Black lifts him for a Vertical Suplex, but Omega lands behind him and drops him with the Reverse DDT from before! Omega pins Black.
No!, Black gets the shoulder up.
Gravedigger: What tenacity!
Omega quickly lifts Black up and throws him into the corner. Omega runs at him..
Zach Davis: Shining Wizard. Omega is putting Black in the Lockdown!
No!, Black sidesteps it, sending Omega's leg flying straight into the turnbuckle. Omega screams as his leg hits and Black smells blood. He dives towards Omega's leg and locks it in a Single Leg Grapevine.
Freddy Whoa: Is Jay Omega going to tap in the biggest match of his career!?
The fans boo as Omega screams out in pain and crawls towards the ropes.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega may be injured. He hit his knee HARD against cold hard metal... Can he really afford NOT to give up?
But he won't! The crowd roars as Omega shakes his head no, refusing to tap. Omega reaches the ropes!
Zach Davis: Black has to break the hold!
Black rolls up as he releases, only to be met by Scarecrow and Richards. The two men run at him and go for a Double Dropkick this time, but again he ducks away. This time Dune is up from outside and grabs the top apron, causing Crow and Richards to fall out from the top!
Freddy Whoa: Omega and Black are both up..
They turn into each other and Black knees Omega in the gut. He backs up before delivering THE SEVENTH SEAL!
Gravedigger: SEVENTH SEAL! HE HITS IT!
Black dives down and pins Omega.
Zach Davis: JAY OMEGA IS ELIMINATED!
Freddy Whoa: And he will be one half of our new Tag Team Champions!
Omega rolls out as Black gets to his feet. Scarecrow, Richards, and Dune are all back in the ring. Crow and Richards square off against Dune and Black.
Gravedigger: Wait. Here come Jonny Fly and Thomas Uriel Bates, too.
Zach Davis: Both find themselves without teammates.. it would make sense for them to forge an alliance.
Bates lifts Fly up and tosses him into the nearby Scarecrow! He goes down as Black and Dune run at Alex Richards and attack him, knocking him down and stomping away. Jonny Fly joins the Sentinels in stomping at Alex Richards as Bates kicks at Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: More clusterfuckery. Who will be Omega's Tag Team Champion teammate?
Gravedigger: He almost has to be hoping for either Richards or Scarecrow to lose next so he gains a Pantheon teammate. That would mean the two most Internet and People's Champions would lose their belts, but..
Richards, in a moment of desperation, low blows Dune. Dune is able to grab Dune and throw him out of the ring before diving and rolling up Howard Black.
No!, Black kicks out. Both men get to their feet and meet... RICHARDS HITS THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!
Into the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! HOWARD BLACK KICKS OUT!
Black crawls to his feet only for Scarecrow to run at him.
Freddy Whoa: ROADKILL! ROADKILL!
Gravedigger: This is a goddamn mugging!
Richards dives on top of Black as Scarecrow stomps his face to the mat, going for the pin.
Zach Davis: HOWARD BLACK IS ELIMINATED!
Freddy Whoa: So we're guaranteed a new Television Champion, but god damn, uh... Jay Omega and Howard Black are our Tag Team Champions?
Gravedigger: An odd couple if there ever was one.
Zach Davis: Our next fall decides who take the People's Championship, currently held by Scarecrow.
Scarecrow clearly knows this and has a look in his eye.
Freddy Whoa: Is Scarecrow ready to move on? Or is he ready to kiss his People's Championship reign goodbye?
Richards turns as Dune enters the ring.
Gravedigger: WHAT A SQUARE OFF! RICHARDS AND DUNE, HERE WE GO!
Scarecrow sighs as he rolls Richards up from behind.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Richards gets to his feet and turns towards Scarecrow, not quite understanding what happened. Maybe understanding, but not believing.
Gravedigger: Scarecrow just cashed in! He saw an opportunity and he took it!
Zach Davis: More than that. Scarecrow just gave Alex Richards his People's Title, a Title that Scarecrow took to new heights. If Scarecrow didn't think Richards could carry it, he probably wouldn't have pinned him there. This was Scarecrow passing the torch.
Richards pounds the mat before rolling out. Scarecrow immediately runs at Dune and hits him with a Yakuza Kick!
Freddy Whoa: WILL SCARECROW'S GAMBIT PAY OFF!?
Scarecrow pins Dune!
NO!, Dune kicks out!
Gravedigger: Not yet, not yet. We're down to Jonny Fly, Thomas Uriel Bates, Scarecrow, and Dune.
Freddy Whoa: No alignments here. Jonny Fly represents Jonny Fly. Bates the DRG, Scarecrow Pantheon, and Dune the Sentinels.
Jonny Fly lifts Scarecrow up and Pimp Slaps him immediately.
Zach Davis: Oh come on..
Scarecrow spins around into the waiting arms of Thomas Uriel Bates. Fly climbs the ropes as Bates lifts Scarecrow up with a Full Nelson.
Gravedigger: THE BADGE!
Freddy Whoa: FLY SWATTER FROM JONNY FLY!
He hits it on Scarecrow!, and pins him quickly.
Zach Davis: SCARECROW IS GONE!
Gravedigger: More importantly, Scarecrow is our Internet Champion!
Freddy Whoa: How about that? Scarecrow wins the Internet Title as Richards wins the People's Title!
Scarecrow rolls out of the ring as Fly gets to his feet AND EATS A BATES BOOT!
Zach Davis: BATES BOOT! HE HIT IT!
Gravedigger: There goes the Fly/DRG alliance!
Bates pins Jonny Fly now!
NO!, no! Fly kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: There was a point we would call Jonny Fly the most prolific star of the modern WCF era.. but Jonny Fly is now proving himself the most prolific star of ANY era.
Bates picks Fly up and boots him in the gut. The smaller Jonny Fly doubles over immediately, allowing Blates to easily throw Fly to the ropes. Fly hits them and comes back, jumping.
Zach Davis: FLY ON THE ATTACK!
Gravedigger: NO! He's caught!
Thomas Uriel Bates catches Jonny Fly and he executes a Fallaway Slam. Bates moves quickly to pin the legend.
No! Fly kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: We're down to Jonny Fly, Dune, and Thomas Uriel Bates. We're guaranteed at least two new Champions.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable feat by Jonny Fly, being able to last this long in an Ultimate Showdown match. We didn't get to call it all but we've seen all of these men beaten to an inch of their lives, mostly on the outside, where the damage is tenfold.
Dune is in the ring and he clubs Bates from behind. He hits him several times before backing up and running at Bates, going for a Bulldog!, but Bates catches him and lifts him up before dropping him to the mat. Dune yells but both men get up. Dune runs at Bates and Bates catches him in a Bearhug.
Gravedigger: Submission applied!
Bates yells out in pain.
Crowd: LET'S GO D-R-G!
Crowd: LET'S GO DUNE!
Crowd: LET'S GO D-R-G!
Crowd: LET'S GO DUNE!
Jonny Fly fucks that whole noise by jumping off the top rope and throwing his body into the back of Bates, causing Bates to fall onto Dune and Fly to fall on top of the both of them!
No!, both Bates and Dune kick out!
Zach Davis: These are two powerhouses, which Jonny Fly.. is not. He has a lot to contend with here.
Fly gets to his feet, as does Bates. Bates runs at Fly and floors him with a Big Boot! Fly goes down, stumbles up; Bates kicks him in the gut once again and Powerbombs him.
Freddy Whoa: OOF.
Bates drops down and pins Jonny Fly.
NO!, Fly kicks out.
Zach Davis: This is Jonny motherfucking Fly. If anyone thought he wasn't going into this match to win it, they were mistaken.
Gravedigger: Whoever is pinned next become the Television Champion!, one of the most sought after and difficult to defend belts in the WCF! One of the most prestigious belts we have!
Freddy Whoa: And as expected, Dune will walk away with one of the top belts of the company. The question is... Will it be THE top belt in the company?
Dune grabs Bates and quickly hits a Full Nelson SLam. Dune stomps the former Television Champion for several moments before lifting him back up and throwing him to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Here comes Bates..
Dune kicks him in the gut. Jonny Fly doubles over and Dune lifts him.
Gravedigger: PUMPHANDLE SLAM!
The World Champion drops over Jonny Fly and pins him.
Freddy Whoa: NO! FLY KICKS OUT!
Jonny Fly did indeed kick out.
Zach Davis: I called Torture versus Logan nine years ago... Jonny Fly has proven himself better than both men. Jonny Fly has proven that he is the best of the best of the best. Will he do it again tonight?
Dune stands up before turning around and walking into the clutching of Thomas Uriel Bates. Bates lifts him up, but Dune elbows him in the head. Bates drops him and Dune elbows him!, but Bates elbows him back. Bates hits Dune with a BIONIC ELBOW!, dropping him and going for the pin!
NO!, no! Fly breaks it up!
Gravedigger: Why would Jonny Fly do that? The more likely the pin the better it is for everyone remaining..
Fly quickly DDTs Dune before lifting Bates up. Fly grabs his legs and locks him in the LIONTAMER!
Freddy Whoa: Can he reach the ropes!?
As much as Bates screamed in pain, he managed to crawl towards the ropes. Fly released the hold before Dune runs at him...
Knife edged chop to Dune!
Jonny Fly chops again but Dune grabs his wrist. Fly shakes his head "NO!" and slides his other hand into his pocket.
Freddy Whoa: HOT FRIES INTO THE FACE OF DUNE!
Dune is blinded! Fly grins as Dune is totally disabled and Fly is able to grab his leg.
Zach Davis: Well here it comes.
Gravedigger: Fly's Supremacy.
Fly twists the move in. He has it locked in perfectly.
Freddy Whoa: DUNE. DUNE HAS LOST THE WORLD TITLE.
Zach Davis: NO! HE WON'T SUBMIT!
Dune is able to kick Fly away into a Bates Boot.
Gravedigger: Aw shit.
Fly turns around and eats a Sandstorm from Dune. Dune drops
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly is your new Television Champion. What a world we're living in.
DUNE STANDS UP INTO A BATES BOOT! BATES DROPS HIM!
NO!, NO DUNE KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: I don't believe it!
Bates is exhausted as the two men fall over. They rest for a few moments before Bates is first up. He motions towards the crowd as Dune stands up.
Gravedigger: THIS IS THOMAS URIEL BATES' MOMENT!
Bates lifts Dune with the Military Press Slam.
Freddy Whoa: Press! And a press! AND ANOTHER PRESS!
Zach Davis: And there it is..
GORILLA PRESS GUTBUSTER INTO THE SLAM! AND THE PIN!
Gravedigger: NEW CHAMPION!
NO! DUNE KICKS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!
Dune did the impossible and kicked out ofan impossible feat of strength! Bates lifts him up and throws him to the ropes, only for Dune to reverse it. Bates hits the ropes and comes back as Dune kicks him in the gut...
Zach Davis: SANDSTORM!
Gravedigger: THOMAS URIEL BATES KICKS OUT!?
Dune lifts Bates up one more time. Dune throws Bates to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Bates gets his foot up...
BATES BOOT TO DUNE'S FACE!
Dune shrugs it off and is able to switch places with Bates. The two men trade rights and lefts before Dune is able to huff and grab Bates and dump him on the top. Dune hits him with a stiff shot before climbing up and executing the rarely seen finisher.
Freddy Whoa: BADLANDER! HE HITS IT!
Dune covers Thomas Uriel Bates.
Gravedigger: DUNE RETAINS HIS TITLE!
Jonny Fly, who had been waiting ever since his elimination, enters the ring. He runs at Dune and hits him with a stiff forearm right to the head.
Zach Davis: Come on....
Fly practically laughs as he measures up the hard-fighting Thomas Uriel Bates. Fly spins and hits a Discus Fly!, sending the leader of the DRG out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: This dude LOST. What is he doing?
Gravedigger: Jonny FLy is a Seth Lerch endorsed WCF legend! He can do whatever he wants.
Zach Davis: What a pathetic showing from Fly here… and here comes Seth.
Freddy Whoa: Just what we need, this man is determined to kill his own company.
Gravedigger: I have tenure and my contract insured so do I care? Fuck no, this is hilarious.
Biohazard rolls in, well.. Seth Lerch wearing the Biohazard outfit. Seth Lerch, a big smile on his face as he witnesses his associate Jonny Fly continue to beat the living hell out of Dune, the World Champion. He makes his way to ringside and clambers up inside the ring. He shares a glance with Fly before demanding a microphone be handed to him.
Seth Lerch: DUNE, YOU ARE NOBODY! JONNY FLY IS THE DYNASTY!
Fly continues to mock the fallen Dune slapping him a couple of times before picking him up and whipping him into the corner.
Zach Davis: Someone needs to stop this…
Freddy Whoa: DISCUS FLY!
Gravedigger: Bahaha this is great.
Dune flops limply to the ground as Jonny Fly takes the microphone from Seth.
Jonny Fly: I think this requires a coup de grace.
He grabs Dune again.
Jonny Fly: Welcome back to the era of Jonny F-
He is cut short as for the first time in WCF history this music receives cheers so loud it threatens to damn near take the roof off the place as Mile Zero by Periphery rings loud through the speakers.
Zach Davis: Ho-ly shit.
Gravedigger: JOSEPH MOTHERFUCKING FLASH.
Freddy Whoa: HE SAID HE'D FINISH SETH AND HERE WE GO!
Joey Flash stares out into the crowd and gives them a knowing nod of what they are about to witness. He stretches for a moment and limbers up before making his way down the ramp, a panicked Seth Lerch shouts the security team to stop him but Fly pulls him back and shakes his head making a sweeping motion with his arm for Joey to enter the ring. Sensing the moment, Seth quickly exits the ring. He comes face to face with Joey who says a few choice words to Seth before giving him a condescending tap on the cheek. Flash hops onto the apron and steps through the second rope. He looks down at the prone body of Dune crumpled in the corner and then finally his eyes lock onto the imposing figure of Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: For the first time in WCF history Jonny Fly and Joey Flash are face to face.
Gravedigger: Feel that, feel that? Fucking goosebumps man.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
The two men lock eyes and step up toward each other. The crowd go suitably fucking ballistic, they seem to stare for an eternity, neither man wanting to give an inch.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Zach Davis: This is so good the crowd seem to have become fluent in English.
Gravedigger: They’re fluent in wrestling, and this speaks the fucking same in any language.
Joey Flash is the first one to break the staredown…by snatching the microphone from Fly’s hand. The crowd cheers. Joey raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to circle Fly who just continues to stare at Flash.
Joey Flash: Finally, Jonny Fly.
The crowd cheers.
Joey Flash: You can feel this too right?
Fly gives a wry grin and shrugs.
Joey Flash: Ever since I joined this place eight months ago I’ve been chasing your legend, I’ve been calling you out in interviews, promos, magazine segments, on the internet yet all I’ve ever got from you and Lerch is stony fucking silence…but we’ve never actually met have we? Well hello Mr Fly, my name’s Joey Flash…
He takes a step toward Fly and they’re almost nose to nose.
Joey Flash: …and now I’m right in your fucking face.
Fly drops the smile but stands completely unmoved.
Joey Flash: This is what you fans want right? This is the biggest match that the WCF can possibly make; this is the biggest match in our companies fucking history right now. For the past four months I’ve been in negotiations with Lerch about this very fucking topic, Jonny Fly and Joey Flash. Well you wanna know a little secret fans?
Flash takes a step back from Fly and looks toward the crowd.
Joey Flash: Remember when I told you that the contract deal wasn’t right for me?
He looks down at Seth Lerch then turns to Jonny Fly and gives him a smile.
Joey Flash: I lied.
He drops the microphone, darts toward Fly…
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
..and shakes his hand. The two men then embrace in a hug as Seth Lerch slides through the bottom rope as the crowd explode with thermonuclear boos.
Zach Davis: No no no, this can’t be happening.
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me with this?
Gravedigger: Jonny Fly and Joey Flash…. And Seth Lerch?! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YES!!! SETH YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD.
Seth steps between the two men and raises their hands.
Zach Davis: First Joey disbands Imperium and now this? Just how long have these men been cooking this alliance up, how…why…ahhh fuck.
Seth, a massive grin on his face takes the microphone.
Seth Lerch: Thank you for coming this evening. Oh, and please tune in to Slam next week to see Jay Omega and Howard Black defend against oh I don’t know, Jonny Fly and Joey Flash. Thank you and good night.
The almost unbelievable scene of Jonny Fly and Joey Flash stood side by side over the prone body of Dune fades into a...