Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and the crowd in the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania erupts! Slam is on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to the show! Zach Davis here with Shannan Lerch once again.
Shannan Lerch: Tonight is a big night. We see the return of The Alliance. And I don't mean the wCw/ECW faction, thank God.
Zach Davis: That's right. Odin Balfore teams up with Ryan Blake to take on the World Champion, Johnny Reb, and former Champ, D-Day. This should be a good one.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of tag team matches, we also have Lawnmower Jones teaming up with Jake Keeton to take on Switches the Clown and Doc Henry. Keeton and Henry are both involved in Helloween's TV Title match, and Jones and Switches, well... they're both disgusting freaks, so there you go.
Zach Davis: Disgusting freaks that are beginning to hate each other, it seems!
Shannan Lerch: Huge clusterfu-... erm.. Hardcore Title contendership match! Kamikaze, Adam Young, El Mideo Extremo, Casper Blackhart, Aaron Miles, and Kaylyn James Evans all compete under hardcore rules to see who is going to go on to face Oblivion at Helloween.
Zach Davis: Whoever it is, to quote Mr. T.. I pity the fool.
Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, we've got the mysterious Hope Dudley facing Vic. After what happened last week, who knows how this is going to go. Hope reminds me a bit of Ellis, remember her?
Zach Davis: I sure do, Shannan. Good thing Jack of Blades isn't around to torment THIS girl. Anyway, let's get to the show.
“Sweet Home Alabama” hits the speakers, and the fans go wild; their cheering nearly drowns out the music. Johnny Reb steps out onto the stage, hesitating a moment to let the anticipation build. Then, he triumphantly thrusts the World Title high into the air, driving the audience to new heights of exaltation, before making his way down the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes the new World Champion, Johnny Reb! Listen to this crowd, Zach! The fans really love the Inveterate Confederate!
Zach Davis: And well they should, Shannan. This marks the third time in two and a half years that Reb has held this title, and that’s in addition to his tag team reigns. Before long, he’ll have spent more time as a champion than not. IF he can retain against Odin Balfore at Helloween.
Johnny climbs into the ring, hoists himself onto the turnbuckle, and raises the World Title yet again, drawing another loud pop from the crowd. He stands there, poised, soaking it all in for nearly a full minute; then, leaping down, he settles the belt over his shoulder again and accepts a microphone from a ring attendant as the noise dies down.
Johnny Reb: This… is truly a humblin’ experience for me. I thank y’all – alla y’all – for ever’thin’. I have been through this three times now, to hold this very belt, to lift it up to the heavens an’ hear the thunderous applause that means so much to all of us, as professional athletes. Perhaps that first time, there was a little less cheerin’; I was only the lesser of two evils back then. I took this very belt from Dake Ken – who took it from Torture before that – but my methods at the time were…questionable, to say the least. The second time – when I defeated Brad Kane himself – I had changed so much. I was a better man, a nobler man, perhaps even a wiser man. For a brief, shinin’ moment, I represented ever’thin’ that made this company great. Too brief… But now, here I am, World Champion for the third time. Y’know what they say: third time’s the charm. An’ y’all have been with me every step of the way, through thick an’ thin, good times an’ bad. Without y’all – the fans – I wouldn’t be where I am today. For that… I thank y’all, from the bottom of my heart.
He pauses for a moment, to gaze reflectively at the title belt on his shoulder.
Johnny Reb: Who woulda ever thought I was gonna walk out of WAR the victor this time? Especially startin’ at number two in the ring, fightin’ my way through every man on the roster, to finally pin the very last competitor an’ claim this title for my own once again. That was, to date, my crownin’ achievement, my moment of ultimate glory – only to have it cut short by the very man I’m facin’ tonight…an’ in two weeks, at Helloween. A man who continues to insist – despite all evidence to the contrary – that I am somehow in collusion with Mr. Seth Lerch. That I am standin’ in the way of his vengeance against the same man who stripped him of the World Title in the first place. How many times must I correct Mr. Balfore’s misapprehensions? Far as I’m concerned, ya can do whatever ya want with Lerch…so long’s it don’t affect my paycheck. I wasn’t in on what happened last week, an’ I sure as hell don’t care about Logan or the Lawnmower Man. All I did was seize the opportunity to take back what was rightfully mine. An’ you, Mr. Balfore… just went on bitchin’ an’ moanin’ like y’always do.
Johnny shakes his head in disappointment. Then he looks out at the audience, grinning.
Johnny Reb: But tonight… Tonight ain’t about you, Balfore. It’s about Yours Truly; the Inveterate Confederate an’ now three-time World Champion, Johnny Reb. This, at long last, is my moment in the sun. The celebration of my greatest victory to date. I take my place now among such names as Allen Guilliano, Hall of Famer an’ winner of last year’s WAR. For the first time – but certainly not the last – I defied the odds to emerge triumphant. Do any of y’all question that tonight will be any different? With Donald “D-Day” Deruty in my corner, how can we lose? The forces of righteousness, arrayed against the forces of blind arrogance… it ain’t no kinda contest. Nah… this is just a warm up, a foreshadowin’ of things to come. You want this title, Mr. Balfore? You just come on an’ try to take it from me. Until then, well… I reckon I’ll see ya tonight – when I put you on the mat for the one-two-three.
The Inveterate Confederate thrusts the World Title into the air one more time, to more applause and shouting from the crowd. The grin on his face grows to Cheshire Cat proportions. He lifts the mic to his lips one final time.
Johnny Reb: Deo vindice!
Dropping the microphone, Johnny emerges from the ring again, making slow progress up the ramp as he stops several times to shake proffered hands and sign a few autographs, before finally disappearing backstage.
Shannan Lerch: Strong words from the new World Champion, Zach. There’s something different about Johnny Reb this time around.
Zach Davis: There is indeed, Shannan. A new spark; a vitality we’ve never seen before. Tonight’s main event is going to be one for the record books, if the Inveterate Confederate has his way.
Dark pink lights start flashing as Crass' "So What" begins to play, as Vic comes meandering down the ramp, patronizing the audience, mocking every person he can, almost getting into an altercation with one member, had the security barrier not been in place. Vic climbs and slides himself into the ring, and walks on over to the ropes and leans around for a bit.
Shannan Lerch: There’s Vic, and boy does he look angry after what happened last week!
Zach Davis: I’d bet, Shannan! Hope Dudley literally cost him his match!
The buzzing beats of “Who Dat Gurl” by Flo Rida start to play as the lights turn a bright violet. Hope Dudley steps out on stage, a grin on her face. She pauses atop the ramp, looks out across the audience for a moment, and then continues down the ramp, high-fiving the outstretched fans in the audience as she does so. She climbs the ring steps one at a time, and walks about half-way across the ring-apron. She bends down and steps between the middle and bottom ropes, giving her butt a slightly exaggerated sway to it as she does so. She stands up in the ring, and leans against the turnbuckle watching and waiting.
Shannan Lerch: And here’s Hope Dudley. Apparently management wanted to give Vic a shot at revenge!
Zach Davis: Let’s see how this goes for the two of them.
< DING-DING-DING! >
The bell rings and Vic wastes little time in going right after Hope. Backing her into the corner, Vic drives shots to her gut and showing total disrespect to her, even going so far as to slap her across the chest. Hope shoves him, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and then plants him with a tornado DDT. She pins.
Hope gets to her feet and pulls Vic up with her, but Vic catches her with a fireman’s carry toss that lands Hope on her back. Vic gets to his feet, and grabs her, putting her in a modified sleeper, but Hope doesn’t let him synch it in, and turns it into a figure four leglock. Vic grabs the rope right away, and Hope rolls to her feet as Vic pulls himself up. The two lock up, and Vic plants Hope with a spinning neckbreaker, and then pins.
One... Two... Kickout.
Hope kicks out and Vic gets to his feet first, catching a breather as Hope gets to her feet, and the two stare one another down.
Shannan Lerch: There is definitely a strong intensity between these two..
Hope goes running and looks to hit a clothesline, but Vic ducks, and she is sent crashing into the referee! The ref goes down. Vic spins Hope around and she kicks him right in the balls.
Zach Davis: OOF.
The ref, somehow, wasn't totally destroyed by that Clothesline and noticed the low blow. He calls for the bell.
Shannan Lerch: Disqualification!
Hope looks at the referee, pissed. She exits the ring, yelling to Vic that this isn't over. He's holding his junk, naturally, not all that happy about how he got his victory.
Zach Davis: Upcoming next we have....
Zach holds up his right hand to his right ear.
Shannan Lerch: What is it, Zach?
Zach Davis: We have Hank Brown, backstage.
Shannan Lerch: It seems we have a lot of commotion backstage, Hank.
Hank Brown is standing back stage. Several members of The Gathering are EVERYWHERE. They are causing tremendous amounts of havoc. A couple of the Gathering begin to "hump" on both of Hank's legs. Some Gathering members fly through the air, screaming and howling. Several objects are being thrown around. the backstage area is in complete disarray. The Vixen are seen huddled together kissing and petting each other. The cameraman keeps his view on the Vixen, as The Gathering continue their mayhem, driving Hank Brown mad.
Hank Brown: Cameraman!! If you please!!
The cameraman coughs and pans the camera back to Hank Brown. At this point two Gathering members are trying to climb up Hank Brown, which distorts his clothing. The facial expression across Hank's face is of aggravation. The lights begin to flicker. The Vixen continue the feverish makeout session, to the point that it's almost profane and obscene. Most of the technical crew, backstage, are watching the young ladies practically kissing topless. As they continue their fever pitched make out session, the lights flicker more violently to the point of one hanging light shattering. The girls sigh and coo as they "release" their passionate cries. The high impact energy flows backstage, until the lights flicker to the point of burning out. The Gathering scatters, as the Vixen continue their make out sessions, when the crowd screams out with a jumbled mix of ear-piercing cheers and thunderous boos. Oblivion steps into the scene. The Hardcore Champion walks up to Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Oblivion. At Helloween, you will defend your Hardcore Championship against the winner of tonight's Hardcore Rules number one contender's match for the Hardcore Championship. Do you have a preference as to who wins tonight's number one contender's match?
Oblivion: Oblivion doesn't give a rat's ass who wins tonight's match!!
The crowd explodes with a mixed reaction.
Oblivion: Whoever is able to walk out of that clusterf*ck of a match will have to step into the ring, at Helloween for this championship!!
Oblivion holds up the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Hank Brown: This is your third time holding the championship!! The first time was held by "Superstar" Ace Slaughter!!
The crowd explodes with thunderous cheers!!
Oblivion: Ace Slaughter is dead!! Long gone!! Oblivion is in control of this body!! Not that do-gooder Ace Slaughter. Oblivion is a three time Hardcore Champion!!! The God of Insanity. The Dark One. The Monster will go down in WCF as the most heralded Hardcore Champions of all time!!! Give Oblivion whoever!! The Monster Oblivion will destroy whoever steps in front of IT!!! It doesn't matter who it is!! it could be Kamikaze, El Mideo Extremo, Casper Blackhart, Aaron Miles. It could be that ASSHAT!! That spineless jellyfish!! THAT PUSSY Adam Young!!
The crowd applauds the insults towards Adam Young.
Oblivion: Hell, it might even be the gorgeous, the tasty, the edible Kaylyn James Evans. But, why would she put herself in a deadly situation, where she could be mutilated and/or disfigured at the hands of Oblivion?! She is either THAT brave and courageous. Or she even might be that delirious that she thinks she could defeat Oblivion for IT's Hardcore Championship!! Either way. Who ever it is, Oblivion will keep a death grip to this championship!! With that, like it or not you all can..... CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!!!
The Gathering and The Vixen come scattering up and staring right into the camera and scream out.....
The Gathering/The Vixens: BI-ITCHEE-E-EESS-S!!
The crowd cheers, as Oblivion and IT's "children" walk away.
Zach Davis: Shannan. Whoever wins tonight's match determining the number one contender for the Hardcore Championship, better be on their toes, because Oblivion will do whatever it takes to keep IT's death grip on the championship!
We come back from commercial with a sweeping shot of the crowd, the majority holding up homemade sounds as a loud "Dub-See-Eff" chant breaks out. Stagehands are seen setting up a few tables and laying out other weapons at ringside for the upcoming match before the camera switches to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Up next Slam is going Hardcore as we are set to determine the Number One Contender for Oblivion's Hardcore Championship.
Shannan Lerch: That's right, we've got 6 competitors that are going to show us their toughness as they fight for the right to face Oblivion at Helloween.
Zach Davis: And what a prize that is! Now let's send it into the ring to our announcer Kyle Steel for the introductions.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is to be contested under Hardcore rules. Introducing first...
"The Light" by Soulidium begins playing and the lights in the arena dim. Strobe lights flash red on the stage and Kamikaze walks out from the back.
Kyle Steel: From Miya Jima, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds...Kamikaze!
The crowd gives a respectable pop at the sight of him. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd. He raises a single fist into the air and lowers his head at the same time. With his head down he pounds his chest twice with his raised fist and then proceeds down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Last week Kamikaze was able to get the win in his debut match, outlasting Vic, Casper Blackhart and Kaylyn James Evans.
Shannan Lerch: Isn't it a little odd that even though he won that match, he still has to face two of the people he beat in this match?
Zach Davis: First day on the job here Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: Touche.
He climbs into the ring and onto a turnbuckle. He raises both his fists above his head and then drops down to the mat doing some last minute stretches while he waits for the match to start.
"Fantasy" by Aldo Nova starts playing as smoke fills the entrance. "JERK" appears on the WCFtron in red as "The Jerk" Adam Young steps out from the gorilla position wearing all red.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next from Abilene, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds...Adam Young!
The fans start booing as he raises his left arm in the air in a clinched fist. He walks towards the ring with his trademark icey glare towards the ring. He reaches the ring and kneels down on his right knee and does a cross motion over his chest. He stands up and blows red mist in the air.
Shannan Lerch: Last week Adam Young saved his job by lasting five minutes in a "go over the top rope and you're fired" battle royal.
Zach Davis: I don't see why so many people hate on Young. I personally like the guy.
He slides in under the bottom rope and does a kip up to his feet. He takes his red "Jerk" t-shirt off and fakes out the crowd like he is going to throw it out into the crowd. He just tosses it to the ring side area.
Burn by Dope is blasted through the arena. Coming out from backstage is El Mideo Extremo.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds...El Mideo Extremo.
He walks down the ramp and jumps on the canvas. Then, he rolls into the ring and looks at the crowd.
Zach Davis: What's the deal with masked wrestler's coming out of Iowa these days?
Shannan Lerch: Technically Creeping Death used face paint, not a mask.
Zach Davis: Facepaint..masks..paper bags..they're all just used to cover up the ugly.
“Paranoid” by Dizzee Rascal cues up and as the music explodes as "The English Bastard" Casper Blackhart appears on the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...Casper Blackhart.
He stands atop the entrance ramp looking down into the ring listening to the mix reactions of the crowd, before walking on down to the ring, he enters under the bottom rope as he awaits his opponent.
"I Am The Cool" by Screamin Jay Hawkins begins to play as "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles walks out onto the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...Aaron Miles!
He pauses at the top of the ramp, shoots a select few lucky ladies a wink, and then saunters down to the ring, occasionally stopping to flirt with the more "blessed" members of the female audience.
Zach Davis: And here is proof that the WCF audience is out of their minds. I just don't see what they see in this guy.
Shannan Lerch: Probably because you aren't cool enough to get it.
He then rolls in under the bottom rope and heads for the nearest corner, where he climbs up to the second rope and gestures toward his abs..and the bulge in his trunks..to the delight of the females. Finally he hops down to the mat as his music fades out.
An instrumental of the starting chorus to Eminem's Not Afraid starts to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Brighton, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds...Kaylyn James Evans!
As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a blue pair of paints that tied up along each hip baring skin here and there as the sheer material along her legs showed that tan toned skin beneath it. Her torso was completely bare and her assets were pushed up perfectly with that blue and gold outlined shirt with sheer along her shoulders stopping just at the tops of her arms. A blue head band with a gold stitching in the front completed the look along with those blue heels giving her that Jasmine look.
Shannan Lerch: Pull yourself together Zach, you're drenching the desk in drool.
Zach Davis: Oh like you weren't drooling over Miles and his junk.
Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.
Senior Referee Stanley Moser takes a look around at the six wrestlers standing around him and then he gives the signal for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
And right away all six competitors go at it. Young and Miles are exchanging lefts and rights. Extremo and Kamikaze are putting each other in holds and reversing them at a dizzying pace. And both Evans and Blackhart have slid under the bottom rope and are going weapons.
Shannan Lerch: Those two certainly aren't wasting any time.
Back in the ring Young just caught Miles with a stiff chop to the chest and he follows it up with a second. And then a third. Young now with Miles backed up into the corner and Young catches him with a kick to the gut. On the other side of the ring Extremo has just whipped Kamikaze into the ropes. Extremo telegraphs a back body drop, and Kamikaze leap frogs over him. Extremo spins around and Kamikaze connects with a spinning heel kick to the jaw.
Zach Davis: That looked like it hurt a little bit!
Apparently Evans and Blackhart have similar taste in weapons because they both slide into the ring with a chair in hand. Evans catches an unsuspecting Kamikaze in the face with a mighty swing of the chair and he drops to the mat. Blackhart runs toward Young looking to do the same, but Young ducks at the last second and Miles catches the chair to the face.
Shannan Lerch: NOT THE FACE!
Zach Davis: If you had a nickel for every time you said that...
Miles drops to the mat in a heap. Young catches Blackhart from behind with a running forearm shot to the back and then throws him over the top rope in one fluid motion. Young appears to be rather satisfied with himself as he turns around, only to be met with a stiff kick to the midsection from Evans. Evans with a neckbreaker and then the first pin attempt of the match.
Shannan Lerch: Extremo with the save!
Extremo pulls Evans off of Young and goes for a pin attempt of his own.
Zach Davis: And Evans returns the favor by pulling Extremo off of Young!
Extremo gets up to his feet and goes nose-to-masked nose with Evans. Evans with a stinging slap to the cheek. Extremo with a left to the side of the head. Evans now with a right to the jaw. Extremo with a right of his own. Left. Right. Left. Right. The crowds going nuts as these two trade shot after shot.
Shannan Lerch: And listen to this crowd! They love this!
Unbeknownst to either of them, Blackhart slides back into the ring and he spins Extremo around. Extremo from out of nowhere with a kick to Blackhart's stomach. Without even having to look he fires off a kick backward into Kaylyn's gut. Extremo leaps up and executes a standing dropkick to Blackhart's chest. He spins back around and tries the same to Kaylyn...BUT SHE DUCKS IT! Extremo hits the mat and Kaylyn is right on him trying to apply a sharpshooter. She gets it locked in and Extremo is stuck in the center of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: You go girl!
But from out of nowhere Adam Young catches Kaylyn in the back of the head with a stiff kick. Young now with a quick pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And Extremo kicks out before two!
Young rolls off of Extremo and pulls him up to his feet. Young then pulls him into position for the 666...WHEN AARON MILES HITS HIM FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A RUNNING LEG LARIAT!
Zach Davis: Where did Miles come from?
Shannan Lerch: Who cares? Look at him go!
Casper Blackhart rushes at Miles and Miles sidesteps him before taking him down with a drop toe hold. Miles springs up to his feet in time to hit a recovering Extremo with a forearm shot to the back. Miles then executes a reverse atomic drop and follows it up with a running bulldog. He gets back up to his feet and spots Evans in the corner. He rushes her but she's able to lift him up and over the top rope. Miles however lands on the apron and grabs Kaylyn by the hair before dropping the back of her head across the top rope.
Zach Davis: HOW DARE HE DO THAT TO KAYLYN!
Shannan Lerch: Get a grip Zach, it's a wrestling match.
A confident Miles takes a moment to soak in the crowds cheers as he stands outside of the ring. A nearby blonde calls out his name and then lifts up her shirt. Transfixed by the ample bosom, Miles is clueless to Kamikaze as he charges the ropes and dives through with a suicide dive. Miles is driven sternum first into the barricade and both men drop to the floor in pain.
Zach Davis: You may want to go check on your man Shannan. I wouldn't be shocked if he has broken ribs.
Back in the ring Young, Evans, Blackhart and Extremo are all laid out on the mat as the referee can do nothing but look on. Young is the first to move, however it's to simply roll out of the ring and land on the arena floor. Evans is the first to actually get to her feet, followed by Blackhart. Extremo sits up but remains by the ropes, nursing his jaw. Evans and Blackhart lock up in the center of the ring and Blackhart quickly locks her in a side headlock. Kaylyn fights back with an elbow to the gut but Blackhart maintains the hold. Kaylyn then with a stomp onto Blackhart's foot followed up by another elbow shot and this time the hold is broken. Evans then shoots him into the ropes and as he comes back...SHE HITS A SPEAR!
Zach Davis: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Kaylyn with the quick pin attempt.
Shannan Lerch: AND EXTREMO BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Zach Davis: But all three of the competitors appear to have finally succumbed to exhaustion from all of this action.
On the outside of the ring Miles and Kamikaze are finally back up their feet and Kamikaze has Miles up against the barricade. Kamikaze with a stiff chop to the already injured chest. Miles tries to respond with a punch but Kamikaze blocks it and hits a kick to the chest. Miles falls back up against the barricade and Kamikaze backs off, only to charge him. Miles from out of nowhere with a drop toe hold and Kamikaze hits jaw first off the top of the barricade.
Zach Davis: That's a sure fire way to get a visit from the tooth fairy.
Kamikaze is stunned and left stumbling as he sees pretty colors and stars. Miles leaps up onto the barricade and in one fluid motion hits a moonsault into Kamikaze, taking him to the ground. Back in the ring Evans is the first up. Extremo pulls himself up using the ropes and goes after Kaylyn...WHEN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE ADAM YOUNG HITS HIM IN THE BACK WITH A KENDO STICK!
Shannan Lerch: Adam Young is back in this! He must of been waiting things out from under the ring. Great strategy by the veteran.
Evans is too slow to react and she gets drilled in the stomach with a kendo shot, followed up by one across the back. Blackhart is up and Young waits for him to turn around before cracking him in the skull, drawing blood as Blackhart drops like a sack of Idaho potatoes. Young raises the kendo stick above his head and lets out a ferocious war cry before going to town on the three in the ring, raining down blows to each of them. Young lets out another war cry before cracking himself in the head with the weapon. It draws blood but he's barely fazed as he actually smiles a little bit.
Shannan Lerch: Adam Young has snapped!
Zach Davis: Can you blame him?
Shannan Lerch: I can't! But who can stop him?
From out of nowhere Aaron Miles leaps up onto the apron and waits for Young to turn toward him before hitting a springboard shoulder block. Both men get right back up to their feet, albeit Miles gingerly holding his ribs. Young sees this and immediately goes for a kick to that area. Miles catches the leg and then sweeps the other out from under him. Miles then goes for The C.O.O.L but Young fights out of it and gets right back up to his feet. Both men lock up and Young gets Miles in a rear waist lock. Miles counters with an elbow to the head and then spins around and locks in a rear waist lock of his own. Miles then with the sleeper hold.
Shannan Lerch: Great move here by Miles. Even if he can't get the submission win, he's slowed down the momentum Adam Young was building.
Zach Davis: Yawn. Where's the action?
Young begins to fight back and is able to drag himself to the ropes, with Miles hanging on the whole way. Somehow Young is able to get a leg through the ropes and using the top rope as a wedge of sorts is able to break the hold.
Zach Davis: Innovative use of the ropes there. Not the most practical way to break up a hold, but whatever works I guess.
Young goes to throw a punch at Miles from the apron but Miles ducks it. Miles with a spinning elbow that connects with the side of Young's head. Young is out on his feet but somehow hanging onto the top rope for dear life. Miles grabs his head...AND HE HITS THE MILES HIGH CLUB THROUGH A RINGSIDE TABLE!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Replay after replay is shown of Miles hitting his version of Sliced Bread #2 on Young to the outside of the ring and through the table.
Shannan Lerch: MY GOD! Adam Young is motionless and Aaron Miles is clutching his chest in pain.
Medics rush down to ringside to check on both wrestlers.
Zach Davis: SHANNAN LOOK IN THE RING!
With all of the focus on the outside of the ring, no one has noticed that Kaylyn has started crawling toward the fallen Blackhart. She reaches him and weakly places an arm over his chest.
NO! Extremo dives on top of the pin and breaks it as the referee's hand was millimeters away from a three count. Extremo pulls Kaylyn off of Blackhart and goes for the pin attempt himself.
Kamikaze climbs up onto the apron and climbs up the turnbuckle.
Kamikaze leaps off...
...AND KAMIKAZE HITS THE 630 SPLASH ON BOTH EXTREMO AND BLACKHART TO BREAK UP THE PIN.
Shannan Lerch: OHMYGODTHISACTIONISCRAZY!
The crowd is going absolutely crazy for the action as Kamikaze is the first to start moving inside of the ring. He pushes himself up to his feet and looks around at the carnage. He then grabs Extremo by the legs and places him in the Fuyuki Special II. Extremo begins to scream out in pain as the referee asks if he wants to quit. Extremo vehemently exclaims no and Kamikaze responds by adding more pressure. Extremo raises the hand...he looks like he's going to tap....WHEN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE AARON MILES CONNECTS WITH A COOL SHOT TO KAMIKAZE'S CHIN! Kaylyn pushes herself up onto wobbly legs and Miles hits her with the Superkick. Blackhart's up and he too gets one for his efforts.
Shannan Lerch: AARON MILES IS ON FIRE!
Miles, clutching his ribs, runs for the corner and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. He then shouts out "Don't You Wish You Were This Cool?" and leaps off with the top rope elbow drop.
Shannan Lerch: IT'S RAINING COOL IN READING!
Miles connects with Raining Cool on Kamikaze and he hooks the leg for the pin attempt.
And the crowd explodes! "I Am The Cool" starts to play over the speakers but it's barely heard over the crowd's roar. The referee has to help Miles to his feet before raising his arm in victory.
Zach Davis: And finally Aaron Miles has tasted victory here in WCF.
Shannan Lerch: How can you hate the guy after seeing this match Zach? He was nothing short of Cool.
Zach Davis: Let's see how "cool" he looks at Helloween when he has to face Oblivion.
The crowd explodes as Oblivion flies through the crowd and jumps over the security railing. Oblivion flies past Zach and Shannan!!
Zach Davis: Great googly moogly!! Oblivion just flew past us!!!
Oblivion enters the ring with a chair in hand. Miles slowly turns around......
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion just broke that chair over the head of Aaron Miles!
Miles is lying motionless, with blood pooling around them. Oblivion looks around The Arena, with a deranged look across IT's face. The champion leaves the ring and looks under the ring. IT pulls out a table. The crowd freaks out....
Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap!!-clap!!> WE WANT TABLES!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap!!-clap!!> WE WANT TABLES!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap!!-clap!!>
Oblivion slides the table into the ring and sets up the table. Oblivion climbs back out of the ring and looks under the ring, again and finds a small sack. Oblivion reenters the ring and empties the contents of the bag onto the table....
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!! TACKS ON TOP OF THE TABLE!!! What does the Hardcore Champion have in mind?!
With the tacks on top of the table. Oblivion grabs Miles and places them on the table. Oblivion walks to a corner.
Shannan Lerch: NO!! NOO-O-O!!
Oblivion climbs up to the top turnbuckle and looks around to an almost cheering crowd. Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckle with a shooting star press and crashes on top of Miles. The table shatters into a million pieces. Miles screams out in pain!!
Zach Davis: After a grueling match, Aaron Miles has to endure this insane punishment?!
Oblivion stands up and asks for the Hardcore Championship and a mic. Oblivion grabs for both and kneels at Miles.
Oblivion: Oblivion will see you at Helloween...........
Oblivion holds up the mic....
Oblivion drops the mic on Miles and walks away.......
The scene opens in Seth's office. Seth is sitting at his desk, a smile on his face.
Seth Lerch: Around this time of year, I begin thinking long term. In a few short months... it is time for One.
We hear the live crowd cheering; everyone is excited for WCF's biggest show of the year.
Seth Lerch: After everything WCF has been through this year, this is a special event for me. So I've decided to announce the WCF Classic 2011!
Big pop from the live crowd!
Seth Lerch: The WCF Classic 2011 will-
There is a knock at Seth's door.
Seth Lerch: I'm trying to make an announcement here!
Voice: Uh, Seth, it is kinda important.
Seth Lerch: Come in...
A WCF staff member walks into the room.
Staff Member: Seth, uh... while you were gone, WCF already had a WCF Classic tournament. Phillip Baines won it.
Seth Lerch: ...damnit. So I have to call my tournament something else?
Staff Member: 'fraid so.
Seth Lerch: Okay, well in THAT case.. whatever, the name isn't important! We'll figure that out later. The point is, it will be a sixteen man tournament beginning November 21st at the Aftermath PPV. And it will conclude, of course, at One, on December 19th.
Staff Member: Why don't you call it the One Invitational Tournament or something?
Seth Lerch: Maybe. One member of the WCF roster will have the chance to win one of the biggest tournaments in WCF history on the grandest stage of them all. Good luck, everyone.
The scene goes to black.
Suddenly, hundreds of balloons begin to drift down into the ring as “GreasePaint and Monkey Brains” by White Zombie squawks through the speakersystem. The lights flicker to a momentary darkness. Just as the song kicks into gear, the lights blare back on - revealing Switches glaring down from a top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Switches had himself quite a busy night last week on Slam. First he attacked Lawnmower Jones during LJ's TV Title qualifying match against Doc Henry, allowing Doc to steal the win. Then, in the very next match of the show, Switches put up a damned good fight before ultimately falling short in a bloody and hellacious Hardcore Championship match against Oblivion.
Shannan Lerch: Switches was not happy about being mocked by Jones, the man who eliminated him from WAR, and the clown made the Scottish groundskeeper taste his wrath in the form of a cream pie-covered brick.
Zach Davis: That was a dastardly trick. Jones thought he was getting dessert and instead he got knocked out. I expect Jones to be better prepared this week.
GNR's version of "Sympathy For The Devil" hits the PA. As the drums hit the house lights fade, and red and blue lights strobe. At "Please allow me to introduce myself", Doc and Mary walk out onto the stage, and look back and forth over the audience. As the crowd boos, they make their way to the ring, where Doc rolls in. Standing, he grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more boos. Mocking them, he sits on the turnbuckle and awaits his opponents...
Zach Davis: These fans are reacting with disdain for the reigning Confederate Champion and his lovely bride. Doc didn't do himself any favors in the court of public opinion with his dubious victory last week against Jones, but he did qualify for the triple threat ladder match at Helloween to crown the next WCF Television Champion.
Shannan Lerch: I'm sure that's all that really matters to Doc. He doesn't give a rat's ass what people think about him. Whether he's copulating with his wife in front of WCF cameras, claiming diplomatic immunity while blatantly cheating during his matches, or attempting to claim his opponents' souls, Doc always does things his way. He's made no secret that he wants to become a double champion here in WCF, and if he wins the Television Championship at Helloween then he'll accomplish just that.
Zach Davis: First he and Switches have to take care of business here against two very game opponents.
Switches and Doc eye each other with suspicion before meeting in their corner of the ring to discuss strategy. Mary stands next to Doc and observes.
Shannan Lerch: If I were Doc I wouldn't feel too comfortable about bringing my wife into the general vicinity of Switches, but I guess he knows what he's doing. And Mary is a sassy modern lady, after all.
Zach Davis: Yes. She has disrupted many testicles in her time.
Did you hear the one about me being a punk?
The boos grow even louder as the chorus of “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch brings Jake Keeton through the curtains. He methodically walks to the ring never giving a second glance to the horde of booing fans.
Did you hear the one about me playing the game?
“The All-American Nightmare” pops his neck from side to side and prepares for his opponents as the song finishes.
Zach Davis: This man has undergone a serious attitude change since WAR. Jake Keeton did not take kindly to being heckled after he eliminated D-Day from WAR and he sent a message to Day and the WCF fans last week when he viciously assaulted Donald with a steel chair after defeating him in singles competition to qualify for the TV Title match.
Shannan Lerch: It was a despicable and totally unjustified attack on a helpless foe. Keeton has never been the warm and cuddly type, he is known as "The All-American Nightmare" after all, but what he did to Day was just plain malicious.
Zach Davis: Keeton is a man on a mission, that's for sure. His post-match assault on Day may have overshadowed his big victory over the former World Champion, but nevertheless he will be competing for the Television Championship at Helloween against two men, Doc Henry and Roy Speede. No titles are on the line in this match, but Henry and Keeton have a great opportunity to scout each other and get a sense of what they'll be up against on the 31st.
The words "My Name is Lawnmower Jones, and I Love to Mow!" are heard across the arena. Scottish bagpipes are heard around the arena, as a motor starting and a lawnmower mowing is heard. Lawnmower Jones walks out from the back. On his way to the ring, Jones refuses to touch any of the fans, and sneers at them. He rolls into the ring and pretends to push a lawnmower, flexing, posing, taunting. He goes to a corner and stretches, waiting for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Lawnmower Jones has unfinished business with both of his opponents. He literally had victory within his grasp last week against Doc before Switches pried it away from him.
Shannan Lerch: As they say there's no vengeance like Scottish vengeance.
Zach Davis: Who says that, Shannan? I've never heard that in my life.
Shannan Lerch: Uh, I believe it was Roddy Piper who coined the phrase. Anyway, there are many volatile components in this match. Jones hates Switches because he cost him the match against Doc. Switches hates Jones because he eliminated him from WAR and then talked smack about him on Slam. Jones also hates Doc because he eliminated him from WAR and then beat him in the TV Title qualifier on Slam. And Keeton is bound to run amok against anyone who gets in his path. He just hates everybody right now.
Referee Skip Bennett signals to both teams. Switches and Jones take their respective places on the apron while Doc and Keeton remain in the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks like it's going to be two of the three Television Title challengers starting things off in this match.
Skip calls for the bell.
Doc and Jake lock up in mid-ring. Doc gets the early advantage with a cheap shot, a thumb to the eye, but Keeton counters with a nasty forearm shiver and whips Doc into the ropes. Keeton nails Doc with a spinning heel kick and then tosses Doc into the corner of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Nasty stomps here in the corner by Jake Keeton! I think Stone Cold would be proud of the work that "The All-American Nightmare" is doing!
Doc gets to his feet after absorbing the stomps and surprises Keeton with a quick DDT. Henry rolls to the corner and quickly ascends the ropes. Doc tries for a flying clotheslines and misses as Keeton ducks. Henry lands on his feet, turns around and eats a discus punch from Jake. Jake casts a sneer to the fans and then drops to the mat and begins blatantly choking his Southern compatriot.
Zach Davis: Keeton showing no respect to Doc here, and these fans are letting him hear it!
Shannan Lerch: The ref warns Keeton and he finally breaks the choke, but these fans have to be divided. Let's be honest... they don't like any of the guys in this match!
As Keeton gets to his feet, Doc drives a steel-spiked boot into his crotch. Keeton howls in pain as he grabs his junk and drops to his knees. The ref barks at Doc, but Doc just shrugs and mouths the words "diplomatic immunity". Skip Bennett is powerless to act and he knows it.
Zach Davis: I still think this whole diplomatic immunity thing for Doc is nonsense.
Shannan Lerch: That's because you're a bigot, Zach.
Zach Davis: Excuse me?!
Shannan Lerch: You heard me. Did I stutter?
Doc scoops Keeton up from the mat and drops him with a Gambler's Hand in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? Doc just gave Keeton a taste of his Southern style cooking and now he's got Jake's leg hooked in a pinning combination!
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Jones makes the save with a vicious stomp to the back of Doc's head. While he's at it, LJ pulls Doc up and then drives him back into the mat with a DDT, Evenflow style.
Shannan Lerch: The ref is getting in Jones' face now but Jones doesn't care! He's getting him some of Doc!
Jones mounts Doc and drives one Scottish hamhock after another into Doc's rugged Southern mug. Switches hops up and down on the ring apron and claps his hands excitedly. Why? Well we soon find out. With Jones distracted, Switches is able to casually stroll into the ring and sneak up on him from behind.
Zach Davis: What does Switches have in mind here?!
Switches blows his slide whistle and a perplexed Jones suddenly ceases his pummeling action on Doc. Before Jones has the chance to react, Switches begins strangling Jones from behind and assailing him with repeated John Wayne Gacy style headbutts.
Zach Davis: All hell is breaking loose in the ring! Keeton is down from the Gambler's Hand! Doc has been assaulted by Jones! And Switches is trying to strangle the life out of Jones while simultaneously attempting to merge their craniums!
Shannan Lerch: It didn't take long, did it? Skip Bennett looks like he wants to intervene and restore order but does he have the testicular fortitude?
Zach Davis: I know that you would, Shannan. You've got balls for days, up to your chin.
Skip is given a reprieve as Keeton comes to on the mat. He sits up and sees Switches strangling/pummeling Jones. Keeton doesn't like it. Not one bit. Jake gets to his feet. He wraps his arms around Switches' waist. Switches smiles at first, kind of liking the feeling, until he's lifted into the air and deposited onto the mat with a vicious German suplex. Keeton isn't done. He gives the "bring it on" hand gesture to Switches, who complies as he returns to a vertical base. Jake quickly swarms Switches and wraps him in a bear hug before dropping him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Keeton's impressive technical wrestling has sent Switches into a tizzy, and the clown rolls out to the floor to regroup.
Zach Davis: Jake Keeton has restored a sense of order to these proceedings!
Shannan Lerch: Keeton is a strong Southern man who's ready for whatever may come his way, whether it be Neil Young or Switches the Clown, or indeed a fellow Southerner in the form of Doc Henry.
Keeton pries Doc's crumpled form up from the mat, brushing Lawnmower Jones' body aside in the process. Keeton pummels Henry with a short-arm clothesline, holds onto him and then transitions into a sitout hiptoss with seamless aplomb. Keeton brushes the dirt off his shoulder and then hooks Doc's leg in a lateral press.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: The Southern Rogue is a fighter! He's also a degenerate gambler, a scoundrel and a sex addict, but he will never give up when push comes to shove!
Shannan Lerch: Doc staggers to his feet... and eats a dropsault from Keeton! Keeton is fired up tonight! The All-American Nightmare has been unleashed!
Keeton pumps his fist and waits for Doc to get up again. When Doc rises, Keeton charges and hits a spinning forearm. Keeton claps his hands and lets out a "Woo!" as he makes another cover.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: Keeton wasn't expecting the pin. He just wanted to make Doc work. You wear your opponent down, grind your bodies together, and good things can happen for you.
Shannan Lerch: I know the feeling, Zach. You put in that work and you might just get lucky.
Zach Davis: You winked at me, Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: For the first time, I did.
Keeton bursts into his team's corner and makes the tag to Lawnmower Jones, who had long since returned to the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Jones getting his first official entrance into this match, although he did make his presence felt earlier under illegal circumstances.
Jones wheels and deals on Doc with some Scottish pub style brawling. Doc doesn't put up the fight that he normally would due to being worn down by Keeton. Jones smirks and drives a Scottish knee into Doc's temple. Jones licks his lips, perhaps still tasting that cherry cream pie from one week earlier, before lifting Doc into a military press.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Warrior might be deceased but his spirit lives on in the form of one Lawnmower Jones! The muscles from Ballatar just military pressed Doc and then violently slammed him to the mat! Look at Jones! He's pounding his chest like his name was Braveheart!
Shannan Lerch: He's a direct descendant! Lawnmower Jones is a direct descendant of William Wallace! It's documented fact!
Zach Davis: You've got documents like Alex Jones has got documents, Shannan, and here's the cover by Lawnmower Jones!
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: Doc badly needs to makes the tag to Switches the Clown! Doc is a gutsy S.O.B. in addition to being an evil bastard, but even he cannot continue to be violated in this manner!
Switches is screaming out, the most animated that he's been in his brief WCF career. He wants that tag from Doc Henry. Mary is looking on from ringside with a look of concern on her face. She's sending telepathic messages to Doc. "Tag Switches. Come on, Doc. Make the tag. You know I love your big cock. Make the tag." Mary decides to make her move. She leaps onto the ring apron, pulls down her top and then calls out to Jones. The cheers and catcalls come down from the horny males and lesbians in attendance as Mary jiggles her TITAYS! for all they're worth.
Zach Davis: Oh no! Mary is giving us all a taste of her good stuff and Lawnmower Jones is clearly distracted! He's showing traditional heterosexual tendencies! This is highly unusual for him!
Shannan Lerch: I would have thought that Mary would have to strap a lawnmower blade to her fanny in order to get Jonesy's attention, but wuddya know... the old Scottish freak likes boobies after all!
With Jones and the referee distracted by Mary's tits, Doc nails Jones in the balls with a vicious low blow. Ric Flair would look at this low blow and be like "Damn... that was some dirty shit, son!" As Mary pulls her top up and drops down from the apron, Doc stealthily rolls into his team's corner like the ninja that he is and makes the tag to Switches the Clown. Skip signals that it's official and Switches wastes no time. He bull rushes Jones and hits a rolling kick. Jones is clobbered in the face by Switches' "magic" shoe and hits the mat hard.
Zach Davis: I wonder if Switches carries bricks in those "magic shoes" of his, like he did in that cream pie last week?
Shannan Lerch: I wouldn't put it past him. The man is sneaky and devious, even by evil clown standards.
Jones is sprawled on the mat and Switches seizes the opportunity to do his robot dance for the fans. The crowd roars its approval for Switches' superior dance skills and the clown actually smiles. Not an evil smile, mind you, but a truly joyous smile from the depths of his black soul. It's a nice moment for everybody. Alas it is short-lived as Jake Keeton clobbers Switches from behind with a strong style lariat in a clearly illegal bit of interference.
Zach Davis: Keeton came out of nowhere and throttled Switches with that clothesline! You might be from the South, Mr. Keeton, but you DO NOT have diplomatic immunity like one Mr. Doc Henry! You can't do that!
Zach turns to Shannan and appeals to her feminine sensibilities.
Zach Davis: Keeton cannot do that, Shannan!
Shannan Lerch: I agree with you, Zach, and I appreciate that you turned to me for my opinion on the matter, but I think that our argument is falling on deaf ears. Look at Keeton... he's strutting and puffing up his chest in mid-ring! Meanwhile, Switches appears to be furious on the mat! He's gritting his teeth-- and he just hopped up to his clown feet! He's getting in Keeton's face! Oh my! Keeton and Switches are throwing windmill style punches and everything is connecting! There is no striking defense- I repeat, no striking defense as Jake Keeton and Switches the Clown are engaged in a Pier Six Brawl in the middle of the ring!
The crowd is cheering for all they're worth, even though they hate both guys, because this is a truly ass-kicking show of badassery.
Zach Davis: Keeton! Switches! Keeton! Switches! They go back and forth with big punches! I mean big American style punches, the kind that you can build a submarine style sandwich with! Oh my! Switches just dropped Keeton! Down goes Keeton! Keeton back to his feet... Switches drops him again! Switches is showing off Golden Gloves style precision with his punches! Keeton is up again and Switches staggers him into the corner!
Keeton's body folds up a bit as he absorbs those punches from Switches. Suddenly, Switches is spun around, air-lifted and driven into the mat with a T-Bone suplex by one Lawnmower Jones.
Shannan Lerch: Jones is up on his feet again and he just hit Rev The Engine on Switches! Jones makes the cover on Switches now!
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THR-- NO!!! KICKOUT!!!
Zach Davis: Switches somehow found the wherewithal to kick out after that devastating move by Jones, but Jones is seething! He's frothing at the mouth! He's salivating! Look at this depraved look on Jones' face! He's got his arms curved into that hooking motion! You know he's thinking about locking in the Jonesmission on Switches the Clown! Oh, Switches, you better head for higher ground, buddy boy!
Switches stumbles to his feet and stumbles backwards right into the waiting clutches of Lawnmower Jones. The Jonesmission is locked in! Jones sneers as he ragdolls Switches' body in the death grip of the Jonesmission. Just as it looks like Switches might tap, Doc Henry takes out Jones from behind with a chop block. Jones snarls in pain before colliding headfirst with the mat. Doc smirks and takes a moment to admire his handiwork but he gets caught looking as Keeton spins him around and plants him with The Highlight Of The Night!
Zach Davis: Highlight Of The Night by Jake Keeton!
Jones quickly gets in there and locks in the Jonesmission!
Shannan Lerch: Switches tries to make the save!
Keeton collides with him and stops him!
Shannan Lerch: But he's too late!
DING-DING-DING!!! Henry taps out!
Zach Davis: Lawnmower Jones gets the win for his team in a chaotic tag match!
Keeton celebrates with a mean sneer on his face and his theme music playing on the PA, while Mary rolls into the ring to check on her husband. Switches pouts, ever the sad clown, as the ref raises Keeton's hand in victory and then does the same for Lawnmower Jones, who's now standing while holding his knee and grimacing in pain.
"Gangsta's Paradise" by In Fear and Faith begins to blare through the P.A. system as Brad Kane steps out from the back looking like he's lost his best friend which he has. He somberly walks to the ring and rolls in as the music dies off. Microphone in his hand, let's rock.
Brad Kane: I'm not going to mince my words tonight. Two things. Why and get out here so I can repay your faggot ass!
The crowd cheers for the vuglarity and the simple promo from Brad as he drops the microphone and waits for Jay Williams to come out from the back.
Zach Davis: This might be interesting.
Shannan Lerch: Hell they're already signed for the PPV.
A few moments pass by with nothing as Brad is still yelling towards the entry way. Duke Nukem theme hits. People hate it, they hate Jay sans his die-hard supporters. Not too soon there after the hard hitting riff of Born of a Broken Man by Rage follows. Out steps Jay Williams with a shit eating grin on his face. He stays on the stage while his music fades off.
Jay Williams: Oh Bradley Jack. Whatever the shit you wanna be called. I got two things for you. No and no. See why would I want to get into the ring with you right now when we got this match comin' up?
The crowd jeers Williams as he paces back and forth looking like a doucher.
Jay Williams: One kick to the cock and a chair shot later and suddenly everyone wants nothing to do with me. I mean our ole pal Kevin Hardaway said he cut ties with me on his twitter account. Typical him hiding behind social media. But see I really do hate your guts. I hate them with so much passion that it's hard for me to not visualize me doing it all over again.
More hate reigns down from the rafters. Brad is standing against the ropes listening to Jay's little speech.
Jay Williams: You'll know why when I'm damn good and ready to tell you such. But when Helloween rolls around you might wanna tell your fifteen kids to stay away from that TV set. Lord knows little future rapist needs to see what I'm gonna do to daddy.
With that said Jay starts to laugh. Brad is livid in the middle of the ring as he picks his microphone back up.
Brad Kane: You little pussy! Get the fuck into this ring right now!
Jay thinks about and rushes halfway down the ramp before stopping and turning around. He points to his head like he's so friggin' smart but Brad jumps out of the ring anywho and blindsides Jay in the back of the head. The brawl is on!
Shannan Lerch: Here we go!
Zach Davis: Not so fast, security is already coming out.
Yes they are as they begin to pull the two men apart but Jay quickly strikes with yet another kick to the groin of Brad! Brad goes down on all fours like last week and starts to cough. Jay is still laughing his ass off as Brad rolls around in pain. We can hear Jay yelling...
Jay Williams: GET YOUR WHORE WIFE TO MASSAGE THAT BITCH!
Williams gets dragged to back while Brad his helped up to his feet after that massive punt that gets shown on replay about six times.
Zach Davis: Ouch.
Shannan Lerch: This situation is going to explode in a couple of weeks. I mean litterally explode.
Zach Davis: And hopefully in that time we'll get some damn answers.
Shannan Lerch: Zach, you don't have to say it-
Zach Davis: MAIN EVENT TIME!
“With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage.The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore and Ryan Blake, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as Blake basks in his arrogence, with his arms up high, incising the fans to feed his ego and sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as The Alliance begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Odin steps onto the apron an over the ropes as Blake climbs up on the buckle an looks around the arena.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Blake extends his arms wide open again as he tilts his head backwards causing the fans to continue the song.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Shannan Lerch: Despite what the crowd is saying, the battle isn't quite won yet. Here comes our next team..
The lights in the stadium dim to pitch black Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares in the speakers with lights swinging around the stadium lighting up the darkness from the dimmed lights. In cue with the music, pyros of red, white and blue go off when the sound of BANG!!! from Bulletproof. The pyros continue to go off on cue with the word being said. After the third pyro goes off the lights focus on the entrance of the stage where Donald Deruty is standing with his head tilted down. He falls to his knees and throws his hands up in the air where a final set of multi-colored pyros is fired. At the signal of the final pyros the dimmed lights turn back on and light the whole stadium with red, white, and blue lights. D-Day jumps to his feet as soon as the lights are back on. He takes his time walking down the ramp, as he gives high fives and shakes the hands of the fans. Once he reaches ringside he slowly walks up to the steel steps where he goes one step at a time until he reaches the ropes where he enters the ring with a swaggery hop to his walk. He looks up at the titantron where the sights of his memorial moments in his WCF career can be seen.
Zach Davis: Former World Champion, D-Day. And next, our current Champion.. here comes Johnny Reb!
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain, the World Title slung over his shoulder. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, perching there with his title belt raised high overhead.
Shannan Lerch: Reb is a future Hall of Famer for sure, one of the most accomplished wrestlers in WCF ever.
D-Day starts the match off for his team, and Ryan Blake for his. The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Blake is among very prestigious company, three men who have held the World Title.
Blake and Day tie up. Day gets the upper hand, forcing Blake into the corner. D-Day gives him a clean break. He then signals for a test of strength. Blake accepts, and the two men struggle for several moments before Day again gets the upper hand, forcing Blake down. Blake works his way back up enough to kick Day in the gut and send him reeling. He then grabs him from behind, going for a German Suplex, but instead Day elbows him a few times in the head and breaks away. Day grabs Blake and hits a Neckbreaker before tagging in Reb!
Shannan Lerch: Here comes the Champ!
Reb Springboards into the ring, hitting a big Guillotine Legdrop. He then pins Blake.
No, Balfore is in the ring and kicks Reb off.
Zach Davis: I think Blake would've kicked out regardless - Odin just used this as an opportunity to attack Reb.
Much to the referee's chagrin, Balfore picks Reb up and Headbutts him. Blake is up and positions Reb for a barrel suplex, and Odin runs and hits a Big Boot!
Shannan Lerch: Greetings From Fort Suma!
Blake pins Reb, but D-Day enters the ring now, kicking him off. Balfore runs at Day and Clotheslines him over the top rope, with both men spilling to the outside. Blake waits for Reb to stand up and then runs at him, hitting an STO!
Zach Davis: Great move, perfectly executed!
Blake pins Reb, hooking the leg.
No! Reb kicks out.
Shannan Lerch: As Odin Balfore found out at War, Reb is not an easy man to pin.
Blake grabs Reb and puts him in a Boston Crab. After several moments, the crowd begins clapping, firmly on Reb's side. Chants of "Reb! Reb!" rise up through the arena. Reb crawls slowly but surely to the ropes and finally grabs them, forcing Blake to release the hold. Blake does, but immediately grabs Reb and pulls him to the Alliance corner, tagging in Odin Balfore.
Zach Davis: Here we go! Odin Balfore and Johnny Reb!
Balfore picks Reb up and throws him to the ropes. As Reb comes back, Balfore goes for a Big Boot, but Reb ducks it. Balfore spins around and Reb kicks him, but Balfore catches the kick. Reb quickly snaps off an Enziguri!
Shannan Lerch: OOF! What a stiff kick to Odin's head!
Reb quickly dives and tags in D-Day! D-Day Clotheslines Balfore down as he gets up, and then goes for a Superkick!, but Balfore ducks it and hits D-Day with a Big Boot!
Zach Davis: Balfore has the best Big Boot in the business today, that's for sure.
Day stumbles up and Balfore then executes a Snapmare before kicking D-Day right in the spine. Balfore quickly pins him.
Shannan Lerch: These are four world class competitors.
Balfore follows up with a knee drop. And another, and another. D-Day clutches his back in pain before Balfore puts him into a Camel Clutch!
Zach Davis: Balfore focusing on the back of D-Day... is he going to submit?
No!, because Reb Springboards into the ring, hitting a Dropkick right on the back of Balfore's head. Balfore of course releases the hold. Reb picks Balfore up but Blake comes out of nowhere hitting him with a Springboard Superman Punch!, sending Reb flying out of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Uh oh, the Alliance controls the ring now..
Odin picks D-Day up and sets him up for the Maverick, but Blake assists and they hit the Deadly Alliance!
Zach Davis: Oh damn!
Odin pins D-Day, hooking the leg!
Shannan Lerch: That's it!
The bell sounds and Odin's music hits as the two men stand up, grinning. They pick D-Day up and throw him out of the ring while Reb backs up the ramp. He's grabbed his Title and is holding onto it.
Zach Davis: Reb better enjoy that Title while he can, because that man, Odin Balfore, is coming for it.
Slam fades out as Balfore makes the "belt around waist" gesture.